#suguru geto/reader

[hiraethwrote]

angel - suguru geto

[ suguru geto - f!reader ]

✧ summary: left heartbroken after your boyfriend leaves his entire life behind, destroying everything in his path, you try to go back to a normal life. until youre silent wishes has come true, and you see him again ✧ cw: canon events from hidden inventory, HEAVY angst, mentions of murder, established relationship, no use of y/n, featuring platonic!satoru ✧ word count: 4.2k

part 1 - part 2

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Slumping down the brick stairs, you kept your gaze on the hunched over figure, sitting on one of the bottom steps, facing the sun setting in front of the two of you.

“Didn’t take you long to find me,” Satoru sighed as he straightened his position. Taking a seat two steps above him, you wrapped your arms around your legs in hopes you’d physically be able to keep yourself from falling apart.

“I’ve been searching for you all day so,” you trailed off.

Both of you stared absentmindedly at the sunset, and you couldn’t remember ever being graced by such a beautiful view. Too bad it felt like such a waste, unable to enjoy the genuine beauty of it because what was the point? Your entire world had been turned upside down, to the point where you didn’t really recognise it.

“I assume you talked to him,” you would be surprised if Satoru even managed to make out what you said, barely audible words slipping past your lips. He didn’t answer you, but the deep sigh that left him gave you confirmation he heard you. “Yaga told me—“ a gut wrenching sob killed the sentence in your throat, the reality finally starting to set in. Pressing the palms of your hands to your eyes, you were hopelessly trying to stop the waterfall of tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru spoke in an uncharacteristically low voice. Every inch of you wanted to find the strength to stop the violent sobs so you could answer him, desperate to talk to someone who might actually be able to understand how you felt. But there was no fight left in you. For the past weeks, as things had escalated, you’d denied yourself the privilege of crying. You had tried to fool yourself into believing that the longer you held back your sorrow and cries, the longer you could live under the impression that all of this wasn’t real.

Sadly, the time of living in naive hope was over. Even though you so desperately tried to cling onto this delusion, it was slowly but surely slipping away from you. Now you were facing the heartbreaking truth; the love of your life was lost. The unspeakable things he had done causing him to deviate from his life, from his friends, from his future. From you.

To top it all off, what had happened was on the lips of every living person in the Jujutsu world. The promising and strong Suguru Geto had killed one hundred and twenty people.

“He looked so…” Satoru said. “Like himself.” The sadness was written all over him, just like it was with you. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill him.”

A few more deep sobs escaped you before you managed to find a rhythm where you could be able to hold a conversation. “I didn’t expect you would.”

Finally he turned to look at you, and you met his glossy stare. He’d been crying, as proven proven by the red and puffy line under his eyes, but now his voice was remained as calm as earlier. “I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated.

“This isn’t your fault, Satoru. How could you have known?” You sniffled. “We tried the best we could.”

“Did we?” You could sense a hint of desperation in his steady voice, evident that he solemnly felt like he was the one to blame. “Didn’t he show us signs?”

Thinking back, there were definitely signs. After everything went down with Riko, Suguru had rapidly been losing weight, the bags under his eyes had gotten more prominent and his hair looked lifeless compared to before. Not to mention his smile. His sweet and precious smile, had disappeared more and more over time.

“He shut us out. You tried to ask him — we both did. He didn’t want our help.” You didn’t even believe your own words, blaming yourself just as much as Satoru did himself. There were so many things you could have done differently, like forcing him to talk to you.

“Guess you’re right,” he answered breathlessly before returning to gaze at the sun again, the golden light illuminating his face. He didn’t believe you either.

“Do you know when I last talked to him? The last time I heard his voice?” Satoru simply shook his head, attention locked in front of him. “Eight days ago. And another nine days before that since I actually saw him.”

Your face scrunched into a grimace thinking of the memory, the tears yet again starting to fall. Instinctively covering your face with both your hands, you pictured his face in your head. You had memorised every single detail of his appearance, forever burned into your mind. And the soothing vibrations of his voice that you missed so dearly.

With a sharp sniffle, you shook your head to regain some stability in yourself before opening your mouth again. “Did he mention me?” You’d dreaded asking the question, but you needed to know. Satoru licked his lips before taking a deep breath to answer you.

“Yeah, he did.” Your eyes widened, not expecting that answer. “He wanted me to tell you-“ Satoru cut himself off, hesitating to finish.

“Satoru,” agony lacing your voice, needing him to complete his sentence.

“He wanted me to tell you he was sorry, and maybe you could find it in your heart to forgive him.”

Silence embraced the two of you as you tried to digest what he’d told you. Time stopped as you had your eyes fixated on your friend, unable to comprehend his words.

“That’s it?” You whispered. His head moved in a careful nod, causing the tears to start falling again, but they’d turned quiet.

“He loved — loves you,” he corrected himself, which earned him an instant scoff from you. One that undoubtedly stemmed from pure hurt.

“Clearly not enough.” Even though you said it mostly to yourself, you felt Satoru’s gaze burn on you, letting you know he heard you. “Both you and Shoko met him and talked to him, while I-“ you had to focus for a second to not let the sobs hinder your words. “Why not me?”

“I think you know,” he sighed as he moved himself to sit on the same same step as you, closing the gab between you as he placed a sympathetic arm around your shoulders to hug you closer.

Satoru was right, you just didn’t admit that to yourself. It was easier to accept a lie that the reasons for avoiding you was because he didn’t love you, and not the other way around.

With another quiet sob, you leaned your head on his shoulder and trying to take some comfort in his hand tenderly stroking up and down your arm. And it worked. For the first time since everything had happened, a tiny feeling of calmness set roots within you. It had been an all too foreign feeling lately, so you were thankful you were able to find it with Satoru.

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You had tried, to the best of your ability, to accustom to a life without Suguru. It had been anything but easy, living in a constant state of ignorance.

Every single person he had cared for, had gotten some sort of closure in a final conversation with him. While you knew absolutely nothing but the rumours that traveled like a plague through the community, and you never knew if anything that was being spread was even true.

While everyone had something to lean on in order to start moving on, you were stuck on the last time you saw him, where he had lied to you.

Yet again, you had asked if he was okay, genuine concern weighing heavy on you. “I promise you, I’m fine.” He’d said it so calmly, so truthfully, while he had held your face in his big hands and placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

How could you do anything but believe him? When the person you loved and trusted the most in the world, was looking you in the eyes and reassuring you that you had nothing to worry about?

After that interaction, it seemed you missed him by just a few minutes every time. Everyone else; Satoru, Shoko, everyone, met him in small flashes in the period before the massacre, which only made things worse. It was hard to accept you were the only one he was shying away from.

And now, three months had passed since that cursed day. Three long months, where just waking up had become a battle. Because it wasn’t like he had just broken up with you. No, he had gone down an unthinkable path and left you standing in the dust without a word. But you tried your best to just go by your everyday life, going to school and missions, trying to hang out with the friends who hadn’t abandoned you.

But even in your best attempts, you were constantly losing the fight against the ever growing loneliness inside you. More often than not, you found yourself alone doing meaningless activities like walking around empty streets of unfamiliar suburban parts of Tokyo, or taking a random train without purpose from one destination to another just to fill the time.

Like right now, where you we’re patiently waiting for the next train to pull up in front of you. Comparable to so many times before, you’d just sit down on the train and look out the window until it reached its end station.

In the later hours of the afternoon, the wind had gotten significantly colder and you deeply regretted not bringing a thicker jacket. You tried, with little success, to block out the chilly wind that blew quietly through the platforms.

However, your habit of just observing your surroundings served as a nice distraction. Letting your attention travel around you, you took in the intricate architecture, the chirping birds resting on the tall railings, observing the few people scattered about when you spotted a face you knew all too well.

It couldn’t be…

Almost certain your heart would stop at the sight, you pinched your sides trying to wake up from what had to be a dream. Ouch. No, not a dream. Then it had to be your mind playing a cruel trick on you, a hallucination formed because you had such a huge desire to see him again.

Was it actually possible that he was staring back at you from the other platform, mere feet from you? Was it real that you could see the slight tug at the corner of his lips? You didn’t have much time to think as the trance was broken when a train came rushing in in front of him.

Without a second to waste, your feet acted on their own and began to carry you as fast as they possibly could to the opposite platform. Storming down the stairs, paving through the scattered crowd underground before sprinting up the stairs, two steps at a time. Heaving to catch your breath, you stood in the exact spot you swore you had seen him but he was nowhere in sight.

“Please,” you whispered to yourself, running your hands through your hair in despair, frantically looking around you.

Suddenly you froze in place when your eyes landed on him, standing just a few steps away from you. It felt as you’d forgotten how to breathe, looking at the person who once used to stand so close to you, and over night had become a stranger.

He had half of his dark hair tied back in a bun, his usual bangs hanging over his forehead, looking healthier than he did the last time you had seen him. His cheeks weren’t as hollow, the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared and his skin had gotten its colour back.

“Good to see you again, angel.” Crash-landing back to reality at the sound of his nickname for you, without thinking, you leapt for him, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug, like you’d be able to prevent him from slipping away again. He barely even stumbled at the impact of your attack, feet still planted safely on the ground as his arms immediately wrapped around your waist in response.

“You’re real! You’re here,” you breathed in awe. You could feel his chest take a deep breath before burying his face in the crook of your neck. The fear of letting go was strong, but it didn’t trump the dire need you had to see his face to know he was actually real. Pulling away, he carefully loosened his grip on you before you grabbed his face without hesitation, staring endearingly at him, taking in the fact that he was indeed standing right in front of you.

There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but your mind was running faster than your mouth, strangling all the questions you had, once another one popped into your mind. Opening and closing your mouth over and over, you stayed quiet, eyes flickering between his.

“Never thought I’d see you again,” he spoke softly. This wasn’t how he had sounded the last few weeks before the tragedy — no, this was the voice of your boyfriend. Your Suguru, not som murderous individual on the run.

“Well, neither did I- I mean, you sort of left me,” you stuttered, feeling your shoulders sink as reality started to wash over you.

“I know.”

Slowly, your hands trailed down his face, his neck, before you let them rest on his chest. Even though he appeared to be so calm, you felt his heart beat against his chest with incredible force, like it was running from something.

“Uhm, where,” you cleared your throat. “Where have you been?”

“In hiding, I suppose. Leading them.” You tried to hide the flinch it caused to hear him say it. Even though he didn’t say it explicitly, it felt like a confession to his crimes.

“And you’re okay?” He nodded slowly, like he genuinely believed his own words but knew you needed further convincing. “You look better.”

Suguru mumbled a small thanks, before he was unable to resist the urge of cupping your cheek, letting his thumb travel back and forth on your cheekbone, capturing some of your soft hair between his hand and your face.

Looking at you now, it felt a lot like the first time he’d met you, looking bewitching as always, despite the fact you looked tired. Even though your features had been tainted with weariness, you still had that special something about you that made him speechless.

What pained him, however, was how he could sense the stress his presence caused you. It was clear as day you were trying your best to suppress the uneasiness you were feeling, but you sadly failed to completely hide the fact that he unnerved you. It made his stomach turn, because he’d never wanted to make you feel anything but safe and loved.

“How are you?” He asked. It was a stupid question, but he couldn’t find any better way to start the conversation after all that had gone down. Watching you closely, he saw you began to nod your head, a little too frantically for his liking, as your fingers began to fidget with the fabric of his shirt.

“As well as I can be,” you didn’t necessarily stutter anymore, but you knew there was a quiver in your voice that he picked up on. “It’s been hard, you know.”

Silence overcame you, as neither could find the right thing to say. No words seemed to be able to bring justice to the messages you wanted to tell the other. Fixating your eyes on your own fingers, still picking at his clothes, you searched your mind for a way to phrase your feelings without breaking down and saying the wrong thing.

Suguru beat you to it, “you must have a hundred questions.”

Carefully tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes again, some of your nerves relaxed out of habit. “Yeah, I do.”

“I’ll answer anything you need me to.”

Once you started to figure out what to ask him, you became insanely aware of your body. Any inch of you that was in contact with him had ignited, like your skin was burning. Suddenly it felt wrong to give him the comfort of your touch after everything he had done.

“It’s all true right?” You swallowed the lump in your throat, slowly pulling away from his embrace and wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. “What you did in that village?”

“Yes,” he answered simply. He straightened his posture, acting like your recent touch hadn’t had an impact and on him. “Does it scare you?”

You thought about it for a second, holding his gaze captive. You knew what your answer should be, but even though you were uncomfortable with the reality, no part of you were scared of him. You just couldn’t be, having him look at you with those eyes that had always been honest with you and let you know how much he loved you.

“No.” He couldn’t hide it — you saw a small relief travel throughout his body. “Why'd you do it?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard the story.” His demeanour had turned colder after you’d taken a step back, which caused you to find it in you to match his behaviour more.

“I want to hear it from you.”

With a clear of his throat, he found a confident stance. “I no longer believe it is right for Jujutsu sorcerers to serve non-sorcerers, clearly inferior to us.”

“Is that right?” You challenged him, crossing your arms over your chest. You still held his gaze, without a word, denying him the privilege of looking away from you as he tried to justify killing all those people.

“How does it make sense that the weak rule over the powerful? And that without the slightest ounce of appreciation?”

“You don’t think we have a responsibility to protect those who can’t protect themselves?” He just slowly shook his head, more in disbelief than an answer.

“But aren’t you tired?” Not entirely sure what he meant, you squinted at him to elaborate his question. “Doing the same thing over and over, exhausting yourself as you risk your life for people who don’t even care if you live or die?”

“Of course I am. We all are,” you spoke softly, not having it in you to raise your voice at him. “But that doesn’t mean we can just kill people.”

“You weren’t there. They had it coming.” You could hear the words coming from his mouth, but it just didn’t seem like Suguru.

“No, I wasn’t there. And that’s because of you.” Finally you managed to draw out a physical reaction from him as he flinched at your words.

Maybe he had been callow to think you had accepted his departure — that you understood. How could you? He had been unreasonable when he’d decided to just leave without a word or explanation. He knew all that, but at the time he hadn't posessed the strength to face you at that time, knowing he’d be destroying you in the process.

“Why, Suguru?” You’d turned impotent to keeping your emotions in check, the quiver in your voice had shifted into sternness, your tone raising ever so slightly. “Didn’t I deserve any explanation? How come you talked to all the others but me? I tried so desperately to get through to you, but did you care so little about me that you found it easier to just leave me stranded?”

“Is that what you really think?” With big, sad eyes, he stared at you. The confident and strong presence that was visible just seconds ago had transformed into one of innocence, reminding you of the boy you loved.

“Can you blame me?”

“Angel,” there it was again, his nickname for you rolling of his tongue as easy as breathing, making you close your eyes to shut out the tears that had started to form.

You didn’t feel worthy of it anymore, when the sole reason he’d given it to you was because, in his words, you’d saved him. You had come into his life, a light and kind presence that genuinely only wanted the best for him. With just being you, you’d given him the support he needed to go about his life. Whenever he’d needed reassurance or support, he hadn’t hesitated to seek it from you. And you had always given it to him without a single hesitation, no matter how silly the situation might have been.

But this time you’d failed him. When he had needed you the most, you hadn’t been able to help him and he’d crash-landed, destroying everything in his vicinity — literally. You should have been more persistent, forced him to let you help him, been the person he expected you to be.

“I would have been the death of you,” he said weakly. Opening your eyes again to meet his gaze, the first silent tear fell from your eye.

“I’d let you.”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that was the case.”

“Suguru, I-“ your voice cracked. “You just left me!”

“I know,” cautiously he stepped closer, waiting to see if you’d stop him, before he gently placed his hands on your biceps. “I couldn’t face you.”

Letting your stare flitter across his face, you debated whether you should dig further to get the answers you were seeking. “Would you have asked me to join you.”

“Yes.”

The word left his mouth almost before you’d been able to finish your question. In the time apart, you’d only tortured yourself with what the reason might have been, and always concluded with ‘he doesn’t really care about you’.

But this seemed to be confirming the opposite, what you had refused to believe.

“So I avoided you, knowing I wouldn’t have been able to hold my tongue.” Taking a deep breath before continuing. “It would have been nothing but selfish of me to ask you to come along.”

“But-“

“Would you have said yes?”

Opening your mouth to answer, the words instantly died in your throat, just a hoarse, low squeal escaped you. His intense gaze staring holes into you, seeing right through you. What did you expect? No one knew you better than he did.

You did not want to admit it, but you knew the answer would have been yes, without a shadow of a doubt. Imagining the scene, him capturing your hands in his, begging you with his eyes and you’d say yes. Based on the slightest off chance that it could help him one way or another, you wouldn’t even have hesitated.

“That’s what I thought,” he sighed and stroked your hair. “As much as I believe in this cause, I couldn’t let you go down this path, weighing down on your conscience. You’re too good for this life.”

“So are you!” You uttered in desperation, hot tears falling from your eyes. “You’re good, Suguru. You’re kind, and strong, and brave. This isn’t the life for you.” Scrunching his shirt up in your fists, tugging at him in hopes he would surrender to your plea.

A weak smile painted his features, appearing so innocent. “It is. This is what I believe is right.”

“No, no, that’s not true! You don’t want this, you’re just tired of the same thing every day!” A low sob escaped in between your grovelling. “Just come back with me and we can fix this.”

“Oh, you’re too good for me,” he sighed and leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, soothing the bouncing of your shoulders. “You know that’s impossible.”

You didn’t let him lean on you for very long, feeling like you had a better chance to convince him if you looked him directly in the eyes. “We’ll convince them! Satoru’s the strongest now, they’ll do as he-“

“Hey,” he sushed you in a respectful manner. “You know they’ll execute me if I am to return.”

“Then why did you come here?!” You snapped at him, as the tears continued to fall. Letting go of his shirt, you pushed him away from you. “If you’re so dead set on this god awful mission, why did you come to see me?”

“Because even when I try not to be selfish, I fail.” Stifling your sobs, your focus was fully dedicated to his explanation. “It would be unfair to you to let that be the last time we spoke.” A silent scoff slipped out, followed by continuous sniffling. “And I miss you,” he trailed off before once again approaching you, sliding his hands up your face, ignoring the tension in you.

“Please come home,” you whispered, even though you knew it was a lost cause.

“You know, you’ve always been the best part of me.”

Letting the tension slip away, you knew you’d regret it if you let this moment be a hostile one. Somewhere inside, you knew this would be the last time you met him on terms like these. If you ever were to cross paths again, you were sure it would end a lot bloodier.

“Continue to be the best part of me, okay angel?” With a reluctant nod, you dried your nose with the back of your hand and rapidly blinking away the tears.

Suguru didn’t say another word, he only leaned forward. You instinctively closed your eyes when you felt his lips place a loving kiss on your forehead.

Then his hands slipped away from your face. You kept your eyes shut for another ten seconds, and when you finally dared to open them, he was gone.

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tags: @alisstaa (you requested to be tagged in jjk angst, so i just thought, hope thats okay <3)

a/n now i dont like this as much as i wish i did, but ive been heavy in the angsty corner. i started this before the chapter leaks, so i wanted to finish this first. but my poor gojo heart needs something to hold onto after 261 :,) so im already in the process of writing a hefty one i think thankful now that im a maurauders fan so im used to not give a shit about canon. the crazy gojo stan in me needs that rn

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[darlingsugu]

casual || suguru geto/reader [01]

Synopsis: It's your final semester in college, and the fear of missing out has compelled you to do something new - to be someone else. Your quest takes you to the basement of Suguru Geto, an infamous party boy who'd earned the devotion of half the campus. He's otherwordly beautiful, but there's no way he would ever be interested in someone like you... right? As long as you keep it casual, that is.

Tags: suguru/reader, slow burn, eventual smut, very angst, modern!au, haibara lives, college!au, opposites attract vibe.

a/n: nothing spicy in this one, but we need to set the scene, I hope you enjoy, this is my first fic after a very long writing break and I just wanted to write something. Thank you <3 ~ sade

w/c: 4.8K

"So this is it then, huh?"

The wintry air was bitterly cold as the wind picked up, crystalline snowflakes falling soundlessly from the overcast evening sky. Suguru stood in front of you, his hands shoved in his pockets while his expression remained unreadable. For a moment, it was hard to tell if it was snowing harder or if your vision was simply blurring from the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. There was a bitter taste in your mouth, a nagging sense of disappointment gnawing at your stomach as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. You were warned, dozens of times, not to go nosing around in Suguru's complex world. But still, the temptation had been too great, and lost within your own illusion, you'd failed to notice the signs as they piled up in front of you.

"I don't know what you expected," He offered, shrugging his shoulders.

Hell, it wasn't like you expected different, deep down. Yet still, you felt owed something. Some kind of explanation after all this time that might perhaps make sense of the pain growing in your chest. You didn't want to believe the obvious, no, you couldn't. The Suguru you'd come to know wasn't the same one everyone spoke about, he wasn't the same party boy you'd met all those months ago. He was different - he is different.

"Why though, we were having fun, it was casual-"

"It doesn't really matter though, does it," He questioned, gazing around campus with avid interest.

"Like hell it doesn't!"

You're standing there huffing, crying harder as your brain realizes what's happening. How silly it all felt now, thinking that he could be anything different. Suguru Geto, a party boy whose two interests were alcohol and sex, preferably both at once. Was it the chase? The satisfaction of getting something he wanted, something hard earned? From kind words and late nights, he'd earned your trust and devotion - and suddenly overnight you became just like a string of his other hookups. A bitter ex.

"You said casual, I gave you casual. No strings attached, remember," He challenged, raising his eyebrows, "we agreed to break it off if things changed."

Still, you wanted to plead. Couldn't you just return to the start, before you got too close? Before you came to know a part of him that seemed invisible to the rest of the world, your own private Suguru who only shined when you did. Was it all casual, every kiss, every heartfelt touch, every time he ever fell asleep pressed to the cinderblock walls of your dorm room? Was it casual when he showed you his favorite songs and made a mixtape for you?

Which one of you toed the line first, though?

Was it you by accepting his initial invitation, having known the entire time that you always secretly hoped for something more? Was it delusion, or hope, that made you believe in a different version of him that was unlike the one everyone else knew?

"I have to go," Suguru said, nodding his head towards the maze of buildings behind him, "I have a meeting with one of my professors."

He doesn't wait for your response, turning his back towards you as he threaded through the snow. It fell harder now, the late December sky devoid of any meaningful light. You tried not to feel bitter, tried to remind yourself that you were prepared for this reality. Hell, maybe you were naive, an outsider to his strange world, destined to always watch from the window. Why did you feel so paralyzed, standing alone in the snow as you watched him retreat?

When did it start, when did everything change, could you ever go back to before? Even if it meant always keeping him at a distance?

The distant hum of a thundering bass track echoes down the empty pathways of campus, a mix of sweaty bodies spilling out of a two story home. It sits on the edge of campus, nothing special yet definitely the nicest on the block when considering the standard of college rentals. It was larger than the others, the only two story, and it was currently known by its reputation as 'the party house'. If you were looking to get drunk on the weekends, you'd walk over and you were almost always guaranteed to find a party happening. This weekend, however, was a special occasion - it was the start of the semester blow out, which meant that almost everyone who knew was going.

You stood on the sidewalk in front of the house, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as a gust of late August air swept past your exposed skin. The dress you'd bought on impulse was shorter than you were used to, but any fear you might have had dulled as you saw the numerous mini skirts and tight crop tops. It was the start of something new, a chance to be someone different in order to shed yourself of a lingering sense of social isolation. It wasn't that you couldn't make friends, per say, but simply that you had a difficult time trusting others.

Sure, a college party might not have been the best place to find new friends, but it wasn't like you had to become best friends with these people. That was the beauty of college - there was no social pressure to remain friends.

More people spilled out from the open doorway clutching solo cups, their faces soft pink from intoxication. The bass track grew louder as you slowly made your way inside. There were at least a hundred people packed in the first floor alone, everybody blissfully in their own world. There was a group crowded around the television, some game you didn't recognize playing on the screen as people watched the progression. In the kitchen, the crowd was less dense, roughly ten that were speaking quietly amongst themselves around a litany of various alcohols.

The smell of marijuana was floating down from the basement, thin plumes of smoke rising up the stairwell as you ventured further down. The bulk of the party goers were down there, but the space sprawled out further than you anticipated. Colorful stage lights were placed meticulously around the room, illuminating the dark room in a rainbow of different shades. The stereo sat in the corner, speakers in each corner of the room rattling as people shouted over the music to each other.

There was another alcohol table set up in one of the corners, and a couple kegs to either side of it. It was clear the hosts had spared no expense, but it was immediately obvious why the home had garnered the title of Party House. You'd heard of the hosts only in passing, seeing them a handful of times around campus. In your previous semester, you'd been too nervous to ever attempt going somewhere like that alone, so you'd mainly stuck inside your dorm. It wasn't that you weren't nervous now, of course, but you were hoping to latch on to the one or two familiar faces you were bound to find.

Almost immediately, your eyes find one such familiar face, but a pit of vexation claws its way inside your stomach at the sight of him. In the spring, you'd had the displeasure of having a class with one Satoru Gojo, who, despite his good looks, was one of the most annoying figures you'd encountered. He was overly confident, and dreadfully cocky, but most painfully - he was incredibly smart. It was hard to call him on anything without inspiring the ire of over half the women on campus.

He enjoyed interrupting classes immensely, one of those students who thought they knew more than the professor, and he would keep it going until he noticed the teacher was getting pissed. Then, he'd simply toss his arms up with a little grin and say, 'I'll surrender'. It made getting through any lecture a hassle but you weren't trying to get on the campus golden boy's bad side. It was easier to avoid him, and so you had - until now.

He stood behind the alcohol table as the bartender of sorts, only he'd stopped short of serving his guests as his attention was entirely focused on the woman standing before him. She had her fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt, her lips ghosting over his as a dopey, love struck smile came over his face. It was amusing, almost, to see someone so confident become complete putty in someone's hand.

"Satoru!"

A heavy voice spread over the crowd from immediately behind you, the looming presence of a stranger abruptly close. You jumped on reflex, goosebumps rising to your arms as a hand pressed against the middle of your back. The figure moved forward, and almost immediately you were struck by his appearance. To say he was gorgeous was the understatement of the year, possibly the decade.

He was taller than the other party goers, with stark black hair that was wrapped up in a bun, strands falling and framing his face in the colorful light. It was almost ethereal, the way he turned to look at you over his shoulder as he moved past you. A strobe light was reflecting off the piercings in his ears, his eyes a dark yet warm mahogany brown. You were so taken by him that you almost missed him speaking directly to you.

"Sorry, doll."

He said it with a grin, and almost as quickly as he arrived, he was gone as he lurched through the crowd towards his friend. Satoru was pouting, his expression one of annoyance as the woman peered between the two of them.

"Whaaatt," He was whining, wrapping one arm around the woman.

You missed the rest of their conversation, their voices only a soft murmur amongst the loud voices at the party. You pulled a bottle from a tub filled with melting ice, not quite trusting the various hard liquors that had been passed around by everyone that night. On a small couch pressed to the wall, you were relieved once more to find your across the hallway dorm neighbor - Shoko.

She lounged cooly on the loveseat by herself, no one daring to approach as she took a slow drag from a cigarette perched between her fingers. She was speaking softly to another person sitting across from her. It was Haibara, a boy you'd had a handful of classes with in the previous semester. He was quiet, and you'd worked on a few projects with him during midterms. Not a remarkably noticeable character, but he did his work and was relatively kind, as far as you could tell.

Shoko's eyes drift over to you, lifting in surprise as she takes you in.

"You came out of the cave," She says cooly, a small small stretching across her features as she gestures to the seat beside Haibara.

You take the cue with gratitude, settling down in the empty seat as Haibara shoots you a welcoming smile.

"What made you wanna come here of all places," She asked.

"I just wanted to..."

You trailed off, pondering the real reason. Sure, you wanted to do something different but it was more than that. It was about proving to yourself that you weren't secretly just strange, to erase the alien feeling that you felt when trying to connect with people. You had friends back home - why was it so hard to do the same thing here? It was like a wall stood between you and anyone you tried to connect with, but it always followed the same pattern.

It would go well at first, exchanging absentminded small talk and sharing similar interests. Then without fail, you'd think about the interactions too hard and end up saying something weird or off putting, effectively killing your chances at friendship immediately. It was one thing to be weird in an established relationship, it was another thing to bring it full force right out of the gate. So, you opted mostly to remain silent.

"A drink," Shoko offers, as if sensing your internal discomfort.

"Yeah, definitely."

You open up the bottle - it's one of those low percentage wine coolers that tastes like an overly sweetened cherry cough medicine. The taste of alcohol is barely there, but it lingers at the back of your throat uncomfortably long as you try hard to appear more naturally in front of the crowd.

"I didn't know you two knew each other," Haibara says, "we had biology together last semester and got saddled with Mei for the final."

He groans at the memory, as you recall Mei - the only person on campus who might have been stranger than you felt. It worked for her, in a weird, off putting way, but only simply because she was conventionally attractive and had the confidence of a God. She was, however, an absolute scam artist and had paid someone else to do her portion of the final. Naturally, her portion had come on the final day for submissions, which had sent both you and Haibara into a panic as you exchanged frenzied texts in the group chat.

"Oh I would have complained," she said, laughing, "what a tragedy."

"She almost screwed us!"

The three of you fell into an easy rapport, milling over your upcoming classes as graduation loomed closer. Really, this is the semester you should be focusing on the most - but you'd spent 7 out of your 8 semesters holed up inside your dorm basically, attending few campus events. Sure, your grades were fantastic because of it, but you wanted to do something more before entering into full adulthood and post grad life. Something to remember the experience by that wasn't nights spent cramming over materials - something memorable and exciting.

"What are you gonna do post grad?"

The question is directed at you, both of them looking at you in curiosity.

"Something in business, probably."

You'd chosen a boring yet stable major, the stability of a predictable life far more appealing than something riskier with less opportunity. Growing up in chaos had motivated your internal desire, you'd had enough excitement already. This final semester was like the last hurrah, the goodbye to any partying era you might have.

"You're just like Nanami," Haibara says, grinning, "you remind me a lot of each other."

"You're so right," Shoko agrees, nodding her head encouragingly.

"He's already got a job lined up as a salaryman, he's so lucky..."

Nanami Kento, a name that rings a bell only after a few moments of reflection. He'd entered into university early, having graduated tech school a year earlier than any of his peers. Like you, he was relatively quiet and often sat in the front row of the few classes you shared together. He didn't seem to care for the college world of partying and reckless decisions - at twenty, he already seemed so much older. He would do well in the business world, you were sure of it.

"Maybe if you studied harder you'd have a job lined up," Shoko teased, "but you're here instead."

At that, Haibara blushes, crossing his arms over his chest in mock defiance. Shoko laughs, her voice pleasant among the music. You'd relaxed enough during the exchange to let your guard down, missing the way her eyes flickered just above your head, her hand raising in a greeting. You turned around, your breath catching in your throat once more as you stared at the boy with long hair from earlier. He wasn't looking at you this time, his attention focused surely on Shoko.

"Look at you being social," He teased, his voice like honey when paired with the vibrating bass, "come do pong with us."

She looks to you in invitation, quirking her eyebrows up. Haibara was pouting, disappointed not to have been chosen as you looked between the two of them in slight alarm. You'd never played beer pong before, doubting your skill against people who were very clearly more experienced. The stranger from before clapped one hand down against the back of the arm chair, turning his attention to you finally as he extended the other hand.

"Come on, we'll take it easy on you guys."

You have to remind yourself of your motivation, your desire to be more social as you reluctantly stand up. Shoko followed behind you, with Haibara gesturing you towards the table in the corner. Luckily, most people are in their own little worlds, staring at the table with only vague interest. Satoru was already standing on one end, lining up cups in a triangle before looking up to your arrival.

"You got two!"

You go to stand beside Shoko as she bounces a pong ball against the table, waiting for him to finish setting up.

"Listen, it's easy. Just sink the balls in their cup, Just don't think about it too hard."

It seemed like an impossible act, a reminder of how little she knows you. Still, you steel your nerves as Satoru tossed another ball towards you. You caught it easily, breathing a sigh of relief as you narrowed your gaze down the folding table. Shoko shot first, easily sinking her ball into one of the back cups with ease as the stranger fished it out with a slight grin.

"Don't think about it," Shoko urged.

You take her advice, acting on impulse as you shoot, watching in anticipation as it circles the rim of a cup, before trailing off, bouncing against the table and right into Satoru's hand.

"You're psyching her out, Sho," The stranger says.

At that, the stranger shoots, easily sinking a ball in one of your cups as Satoru does the same for Shoko. It feels almost unfair to be pit against two people who are very clearly experienced in playing. You're determined, however, fishing the ball from the cup as you take a long drink from the bottle, wincing slightly at the sweet cherry flavor. The pressure is on you again, but you take Shoko's advice and toss the ball before you have time to overthink it. To your pleasure, it falls almost immediately in the center cup, and beside you, Haibara starts cheering.

"Nice," the stranger purred, his head tilting back to expose his pale neck as he takes a drink, "you'll be a pro in no time.” 

You brighten up at his praise, giving him a gentle smile. Shoko seems proud, grinning as she sinks another ball. By now, people have begun to grow more interested in the game as you go back and forth, the cups on the table dwindling as you begin to feel looser and more confident. Much as you hate to admit it, Satoru was decent company while not in class, his bombastic personality suiting the party scene in a way that provides a never ending stream of amusement. 

“Hey, Shoko,” Your voice was a mere whisper as you leaned over towards her, watching from your peripheral vision as she tossed the pong ball. “Hm?” “Whose Satoru’s friend?” 

You were chewing the inside of your cheek, watching as the stranger’s face twisted with concentration, preparing his next shot. 

“Suguru,” She answered smoothly, “trust me on this one though, it’s not a hill you wanna climb.” 

There’s an undertone to her phrasing, a deeper expression taking hold of her usually bored face. There’s tension there, and you immediately back down, content with her answer. It made sense, much as you wanted to ignore the small tickle of disappointment that had flooded you. A party boy being messy, who could have guessed. He seemed more reserved than Satoru, unphased by the attention of others as he high fived his friend, gleeful at his successful shot. 

You take another long drink. At this point, you’re both evenly tied with three cups each. Suguru was watching you intensely, waiting for your next move as you took a deep breath, watching as the ball missed completely, bouncing off the table as Shoko cursed quietly next to you, missing her own shot as it bounces off Satoru’s torso. 

“You tryna tell me something,” He chuckles, right before missing his own shot. 

“Flop,” Haibara retorted, Suguru elbowing him lightly as he sunk another ball. 

At this point, you’re determined to win, so close to victory and desperate to prove that you can. You tossed yours at the same time as Shoko, the balls bouncing off each other and by some strange miracle, landing squarely into the two cups as a cheer came from the surrounding crowd. 

“Holy shit you can’t recreate that,” Haibara is grinning, shaking your shoulder as Suguru and Satoru each take a drink in defeat. 

You and Shoko have two cups, but it’s down to one on their side. All they have to do is sink their shots and the game is theirs. Satoru was lining up, his expression gleeful as he tossed the ball and it landed perfectly, water splashing up from the cup with a soft splash as Shoko groaned next to you. Suguru hesitated, his eyes flickering between you and the cup and in almost teasing manor. It brings a grin across your face as your eyebrows raise, daring him to take the shot as he acknowledges your challenge. His eyes were alight with mischief as he took the shot, missing almost comically as he shrugged his shoulders, Satoru’s mouth dropping open as he grabbed a hold of his shoulders, shaking him. 

“You threw! You threw it, I can’t believe you-” 

In the chaos, Shoko snapped up the final ball, sinking into their remaining cup with ease as people cheered around you. Shoko was staring at Suguru, her eyebrows raised in question as he shrugged Satoru off, slowly moving around the table to face you. As the adrenaline of the game wears off, you become aware of yourself once more, flustered beneath his stare as you grip the empty bottle in your hand a little tighter. 

“Good game,” He says, his voice husky and inviting as he nods his head towards the stairwell, “can I get you another one?” 

He was pointing towards the empty bottle, the invitation clear as you shuffle awkwardly on your feet. 

“I think I’m gonna head back,” Shoko announced, cutting the tension herself as she returned to your side. “You coming?” 

It was getting late, and you were already cursing yourself for signing up for a 9 AM class as you nodded in agreement. Part of you did want to stay and see where the night went, but there was also a part of you that felt the lingering current of unease surrounding Suguru. Handsome as he was, he was a stranger to you, and Shoko’s words were already echoing in your ear. Sure, you barely knew her, but you would always be more likely to take a woman’s warning when it was offered to you. 

“I should go,” You offered, “but it was nice meeting you.” 

Suguru’s eyes warmed as he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as Satoru wandered off once more into the crowd. 

“Your name?” He asked, extending one large hand towards you. “(Y/N),” You replied, taking his hand as he wrapped his fingers around, warmth spreading across your palms as he shook it gently. 

It almost makes you want to laugh, the formal nature of a handshake, but you’re almost too scared to accept anything else from him. 

It’s become painfully apparent that you’re not the best with men in general - partially as a result of your own awkwardness and isolation, but also because of the obvious. You didn’t trust the majority of them, and certainly not ones like Suguru. It was a bad idea, definitely, to intrench yourself any further into his world. 

“I’ll see you around,” He says, before disappearing into the crowd. 

For a moment, you’re disappointed, but that’s the kicker with men like him. Always more fun to be around, but infinitely harder in the long run. He was about as far from your usual type as you could get, but so was the entire scene. 

Shoko doesn’t wait for you as she begun her way up the stairs, leaving you to follow like a lost kitten as you head back out into the night. The moon has sunk lower, and a glance at your phone says 2:13 in the morning. It was already late when you decided to head out, but it was also hard to believe that you’d spent nearly an hour inside. 

The walk to your dorm is short, the pathways illuminated as Shoko lit another cigarette, the smoke pluming over her head. You debate asking her for more information on Suguru, but decide against it in fear of seeming too forward. Besides, you aren’t willing to risk the fragile friendship you’ve formed with her by making her think you’re only interested in him. 

“Just ask,” She said, as if sensing your thoughts as she casts a glance over her shoulder at you. “What do you mean by a hill I don’t wanna climb?” 

Shoko sighed, slowing her pace to walk in tandem beside you as she pondered the right words to say. It’s not that she distrusts her own friend, or that he’s a bad person, but sometimes Suguru is well… Suguru. 

“He’s like Satoru,” She said finally, “a lot to handle sometimes. He’s not really the relationship type, but he is a good friend when you need him to be.” 

It was obvious already, but it still does little to stifle the slight disappointment. Were you even looking for a relationship? The question rattled around inside your mind incessantly. Sure, while you weren’t entirely opposed to a casual hookup, but you were also aware that it was a remarkably easy way to gain feelings when you didn’t want to. Furthermore, you couldn’t quite imagine trusting someone like that without knowing them incredibly well. 

You decided to drop it as you entered the dorm hall. It would be easy enough to keep your distance, you figured. In your three years on campus you’d never encountered him directly before tonight. Shoko stopped in front of her door, turning to wave once more. 

“G’night,” She murmured, “good luck with your classes.” 

“Good luck,” You echo her sentiment, watching her retreat into her room as the door shuts with a soft click. 

Inside your room the lights are dimmed with only the soft glow of a string of fairy lights that are strung up on the wall. You sprung for solo living this year, having tried your luck with various roommates over the years to no avail. The few you did have were characters in and of themselves, and so it was a great relief to have won a bid for the only solo hall on campus. 

It had gotten too expensive to consider a place off campus, at least not without procuring a job. You’d barely managed the workload in the last semester without crashing out, so adding onto it was off the table. There were still a few unpacked boxes pressed to the walls, their contents spilling out onto the floor as you toed around them, slipping off your dress in favor of a pair of pajamas. 

You felt a vague sense of accomplishment, proud of yourself for going out despite the internal desire not too. It would have been too easy not to, excuse yourself in favor of unpacking and finishing any last minute pre-semester requirements. Though anything you needed to do had already been done, no one else had to know that. Hell, no one else on campus knew you - besides the small group of acquaintances you’d gathered on happenstance. 

That was the one benefit of being reclusive, it made it so much easier to go unnoticed, maintaining your anonymity and thus, your peace. Maybe it could be a good thing, though, to venture outside of your comfort zone. You’d already decided that this would be the year of bolder choices, and as you climbed into bed, you felt more confident in that decision.

~

Shit. 

Any satisfaction you’d had last night from stepping out was almost immediately replaced with urgency as you woke up to read the time - 8:56 AM. You’d stumbled out of your dorm in a rush, having thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before running out the door. It was a sprint across campus, and by the time you’d stumbled into the building at 9:01, you were embarrassingly out of breath and panting in the doorway as all your classmates looked at you with both pity and amusement. 

You scanned the room for an empty desk, trying hard not to meet the eyes of your classmates as you skittered into the room. The professor paid you no mind, typing away at his computer as he began setting up a slideshow. 

Double shit. 

There was one desk left in the entire classroom - and it just so happened to be the one next to the same beautiful long haired stranger from last night. Suguru. 

[dreamsgalore]

Star-Crossed Chapter One (First Impact) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

Summary: [adj] (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. not favored by the stars. ill-fated. refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy. experienced! suguru geto x inexperienced! reader

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. dirty talk. inexperience. virginity mention. dry humping. teasing. kind suguru. fluff at the end. overstimulation. foreplay. light manhandling. hints of size kink. pet names. orgasm denial?

❥ note: This story takes place before the Hidden Star Plasma Vessel Arc of JJK> It's also more of an AU, taking place when all characters are 18+.

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Suguru didn’t pay many girls much mind. That was until the day he met you. He was known to many as a playboy, never fully committing to any romantic relationship or only being invested in short sexual flings. Then you came around and turned everything on its head. It happened fast and was unexpected, but he was thankful you crossed his path.

The two of you met at a busy shopping district in Tokyo. The summer weather was beautiful and comfortable that day. The breeze was light. The Sun was out just enough to warm your skin without you breaking a sweat. Everyone in the neighborhood took the opportunity to enjoy it, as the area was more lively than usual.

Suguru had been out with Shoko and Gojo as they had a day off from their duties at Jujutsu High. The group had decided to stop inside a small alternative fashion store on the corner of a bustling intersection. That’s when he spotted you.

You were mindlessly sifting through a clothing rack, unaware of the wandering eyes searching over you. Suguru sized you up from afar, scanning from your buckled black Mary Janes to your white stockings that hugged your thick thighs gently.

You were clad in a pink, pleated skirt and a small white crop top to match. Your accessories complimented your outfit; a silver heart chain belt wrapped loosely around your hips, a small pink handbag tucked into your armpit, and sleek jewelry that sparkled in the sunlight.

Suguru wasted no time in approaching you, assuming that with your brazen sense of style, your personality would be just as bold. To his surprise, you were as shy as can be.

"O-Oh, hi there-! No, sorry, I'm not from around here…I just moved here a few months ago…"

As you spoke to him, he noticed you couldn’t keep eye contact with him for more than a few seconds. You stumbled on your words occasionally. He could tell how nervous and soft-spoken you were. When you did manage to look up at him, his heart skipped a beat or two. Oh, he was smitten with you.

The girls he usually goes for are outgoing and typically down for anything without much of a fight, but you. He could tell you were going to be a challenge. Though, this didn’t deter him. He was more excited than one would expect.

Your initial thought of Suguru was that he was kind of intimidating. He was astoundingly tall, his slender form leaned into your personal space without much care to your displeasure. Coupled with his dark features, his long, spiky locks, and his piercing, unwavering stare, he was very daunting.

You couldn’t deny that he was exceptionally handsome though. Your eyes unskillfully drift from his broad shoulders down to his tapered waist. Under his loose-fitting clothing, you could tell there was hardened muscle you assumed was from years of training. For what, you were unsure.

“Staring is rude, y’know. My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

You jump. You’d been caught red-handed. “O-Oh, I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking!”

You swiftly bow apologetically multiple times much to his surprise. Suguru was only joking but he was stunned at how much you took it to heart. Maybe this good girl image wasn’t a farce. Maybe you were just as innocent as you looked.

He chuckles, “Don’t be sorry. I was just teasing you.”

He smiles and you swear it’s contagious as you couldn’t help smiling back.

“I really am sorry.

“Why don’t you make it up to me?" He murmurs.

You raised a brow, "How so..?"

"By giving me your name and number."

A dark blush burns into your cheeks, “M-My number?”

He nods, “Yes. If you’d allow me, that is.”

While he wasn’t sure how he managed to get your approval, he didn’t take this for granted. The two of you texted each other every day since then and grew close enough to go out on dates. You came to learn how intelligent and kind Suguru was underneath that suave exterior. You got to know a side of him that rarely anyone sees, even his friends.

In addition, Suguru loved how your mind worked. He realized under that shell of yours was a bashful, hilarious personality. He was utterly enamored by your beauty, inside and out.

Eventually, your relationship got to the point where Suguru started spending time at your apartment for dinner and movie nights. He would never stay. He opted to leave right after to not make you uncomfortable. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries or make you feel pressured into anything. He’d be upset with himself if he ever made you feel that way.

Tonight, you’d convinced him to stay a little longer than usual. The two of you were caught up in a mystery thriller that was nearly two hours long. You didn’t want him to miss it so you permitted him to stay late to finish the flick with you.

You both were resting on the couch. Your body cuddled into Suguru’s own for warmth. Your arms were wrapped snuggly around his waist, holding him close. Suguru didn’t mind this, as you were taking baby steps with intimacy.

A week ago, you revealed to him that you were quite inexperienced with dating and that you’d never gotten this close to any boyfriend before.

“Sorry if this is a personal question to ask. You don’t have to answer if you’re uncomfortable, but are you a virgin?”

Your face burned a dark red in response. That’s the only answer Suguru needed.

With a gentle smile, Suguru leaned forward to match your height and held your chin with a benign grip before pressing a soft peck to your lips, “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. If you want, we can take things slow. I don’t want to rush you.”

The goosebumps forming on your skin didn’t go unnoticed by him. Your eyes met with his own, his sharp gaze made you feel small, but you managed to answer, “I-I want to try new things with you, Suguru.”

He kisses you once more and rests his forehead against your own, “We’ll take things at your pace, baby.”

This led to the situation you’re in right now, attempting to get physically close to him without hiding away. Your body was heating up just from holding him like this. You thought it was embarrassing, but Suguru found it adorable. It was sweet that you were trying your best to experiment with him.

Looking down at you, Suguru took a moment to observe your current state. You were flushed, purposefully avoiding gaze to keep yourself sane. You could feel his stare boring into the side of your face, and you were trying hard not to break away from the screen, afraid your heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Suguru chuckled and snaked his hands around your waist, “You’re so cute, y’know that? You trying to get my attention?”

You finally peered up at him, nodding shyly, “Yes.”

“Well, you got it. C’mere, babe.”

Suguru guides you to his lap, allowing you to straddle him as he lays back on the sofa. He spreads his legs to accommodate you, holding your waist to keep you balanced. He cranes his neck to get a glimpse of your face, taking in your dazed expression. You were frozen like a deer in headlights, unsure what to do next.

Your hands shake as you perch them on his shoulders, “S-Suguru-”

Seeing you like this riled him up. Your whole body was trembling with anticipation. Your face was absolutely priceless. His mind went straight to the thought of you under him, trembling the way you are now.

Would you look at him the same way you are now or would you hide away into the sheets? He wanted to know badly, but he would take his time with you. He wants you to be willing to give yourself to him fully.

“Don’t worry, baby. Remember, we’re taking it slow. Just tell me if you want to stop and we can stop.” He whispered before pulling you in for a deep kiss.

You froze at the sudden action but slowly relaxed into the embrace, your eyelids fluttering shut as he pulled you in painfully close. You were still getting used to making out. You were ashamed at how much of a novice you were, but Suguru didn't seem to mind.

With a quiet moan, Suguru broke the kiss for a split second to utter, “Open up.”

Breathing heavily, you apprehensively obeyed and spread your glossed lips for him, wanting to tread into dangerous territory with the sorcerer below you.

Pleased with this, Suguru carefully dipped his tongue in your mouth, messily wrestling it with your own before moving to nip at your sensitive neck. His strong arms cradled you fondly, keeping you from slipping away from his touch.

A chill ran up your spine from the contact his lips made with your flushed skin. You’d never experienced anything like this before. Your mind was blank, unable to think of anything other than Suguru. The way his hands and lips felt on you, you couldn’t help but let a pathetic whimper escape you. You were surprised that a sound like that could even come out of you.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty,” Suguru murmured against your skin, “Are you wet, baby? Fuck, I bet you are. It doesn’t take much, does it? All the things I want to do to you…are you gonna let me? Are you gonna let me fuck your little pussy one day, baby?”

“Hnn, yes…” You whimpered, a blush dusting against your cheeks as you shut your eyes tightly.

"Mm, I'll hold you to that, sweetheart. I'd make your little cunt feel so good. You'll never want to leave me."

His words were vulgar, but you felt invigorated by them, hoping he wouldn't break his promise. With all the excitement, you grind your hips down into his own, earning a hiss from the man below you. You snapped out of your stupor.

Pulling back quickly, thinking you’ve done something wrong, you panic. “I’m so sorry, Sugu. I-I didn't mean to-”

“Don’t be. It felt good. You feel good. It's cute how excited you are.” Suguru's hands creep from your waist down to your plush bottom, giving it a firm squeeze.

You gasp, a shiver running up your spine as he begins exploring areas no one's ever before.

Slowly, his hands follow the curve of your buttocks down to the edge of your velour shorts where he plays with the waistband. He stops his long fingers there, waiting for you to permit him to move forward.

"Can I touch you? Down there?"

Your ears go numb with heat. This whole encounter had you squirming. Suguru knew it. He had you right where he wanted you. His question lingered on your mind for a bit. Your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. Eagerly, you gave him an approving nod.

"Y-Yes. Be gentle."

"Always, baby."

Suguru’s fingers trod carefully, dipping below the fabric of your shorts to feel the cotton panties beneath. You weren't expecting to get this far with Geto today. If you'd had known, you would've put on something far sexier, but maybe you're overthinking it. Suguru peers up at you while he moves one hand to your front to stroke your clit. You visibly twitch at the feeling, your insides flipping at his tender touch. He smirks.

"Mm, I was right. You're soaked. I've barely touched you, hun." His tone was amused, "How does it feel?"

You quiver at his wandering fingers, "Sugu, it feels…different. It feels so, so good."

Once again, your hips passively buck against him, and he keeps moving his fingers in tandem. Fuck, you were doing something to him. His dick was becoming painfully swollen. It took everything within him not to ravish you on the sofa, but he would wait just for you. You were such a sweet, charming girl. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit your inexperience didn’t turn him on. While he wanted to taint this good girl image you presented to the world, this didn’t stop him from wanting to protect you from the world either.

To relieve himself, Suguru raises his hips from beneath you, pressing his obvious hard-on against the crotch of your damp shorts.

You sigh lovingly, your head lolling back at the feeling between your legs and your fingers digging into his broad shoulders, “Please, Sugu-”

Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

"I want you to get off on your own, sweetheart." He removes his fingers, much to your disappointment, opting to hold your hips, "Do what you were doing earlier. Keep moving your hips. Slowly."

Unsure of yourself, your body anxiously rocks with the motion of Suguru’s grinding hips. You were feeling shy now that you were consciously dry-humping him under his watch. He ogled you like a predator would its prey, never breaking away from your body. You had his full attention.

Working with you, Suguru matches your pace with his own hips and moans. You could feel your pulsating clit rubbing up against the fabric of your shorts and Suguru's hardened member protruding from beneath his baggy sweatpants. He felt so…big. Your panties were growing uncomfortably sticky with each fleeting second. Part of you was scared of where this could lead, but another part was ready to risk everything.

“Shit, look at you. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He grumbled, speeding up his hips until you were bouncing on his dick, “You feel how hard I am? All because of you? Are you gonna take care of me, baby?”

“Yes, ‘wanna take care of you-” You mewled, your hands pressed to his firm chest, “You feel so big, Sugu.”

Suguru brushes his lips against your ear, speaking just below a whisper, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll train your pretty pussy well until all you can take is my dick.”

You had gone silent, unsure how to respond as you felt your stomach wound into a tight knot. Unable to handle the building pressure between your legs, you throw your arms around Suguru’s neck and bury your face into his shoulder, panting against him. He could tell by your clumsy thrusts that you were getting close. He wanted to push you over the edge if you’d let him.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? There’s gonna be more where that came from, y’know. Whenever and wherever you want it, baby. On my face, on my fingers, on my dick…wherever you want it.”

Your teeth sink deeper into the meat of his shoulder, making him wince at the sharp pain. You were so, so close. You were ready to risk everything and finally rip the bandage off. You wanted to give into your temptation and let your desire free flow from your body. But you couldn’t. Not yet.

Your hips slowed before coming to a complete halt, stopping your chances of reaching the ultimate high. He stops with you. The silence between the two of you was deafening. You couldn’t bring yourself to look Suguru in the eye.

What if he was upset with you for stopping? What if he thought you were a coward for not going all the way? You wanted to retreat, to hide away from him. You were distraught with yourself for not doing more.

“I-I’m sorry, Sugu. I’m sorry for stopping. I just-”

“No, no, no. Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” He takes your face into his hands, lifting your head so he had your attention, “Remember what I said? We’ll take things at your pace. Besides, you did so well. You really got into it.”

He leans in and captures your kiss-swollen lips in his own. You melt into him, letting the butterflies in your stomach consume you. Suguru was more than happy to have been your first sexual encounter. He didn’t want to rush you into anything. He was pleased with how far you’d gotten with him today. He was excited to see how far you’d go with him. Obscene ideas of how he’d take you when the time comes cross his mind, making him shift in his seat erratically. He could only imagine how you’d look when his cock sinks into you for the very first time. He was getting hard again just thinking about it.

“Suguru?”

He snaps out of his train of thought.

“Yes?”

“C-Can you stay the night? I understand if you can’t. I just wanna hold you.”

Suguru’s heart jumps. The two of you were polar opposites. He wasn’t used to being this vulnerable with any girl he’s dated. Something about you made him let his guard down. He loved that about you. You took his mind off the idea of dealing with curses and the stresses of Jujustu High.

He could stay up and talk to you for hours about the simple things that he never took the time to think about like how his day went and if he’s eaten today. You were such an attentive and caring spirit. He adored everything about you. He never wanted to leave your side.

“Sure. I’ll stay with you tonight.” He strokes your hair, “Let’s get some rest, hm?”

NEXT CHAPTER. ->

[stillalittlelostngl]

Chiloé

Part 1

You weren't sure what to expect from your first meeting with the cult's leader. Perhaps a miracle if you were to believe what your friend said was true. Even still - the encounter went differently from all of the scenarios you'd prepared for in your head.

Midterms passed by in a blur just like they always did and before you knew it you’d been dragging yourself out of bed far too early to make it to the airport on time.

Unlike Hisoka, you’d never been on a plane before. The whole song and dance was entirely overwhelming. It certainly didn’t help that everyone had the same unoriginal idea to travel for spring break. You had a damn near white knuckle grip on Hisoka's sleeve as the two of you made your way through the airport, clinging to her like a lifeline since you were almost certain you wouldn’t be able to find her in the crowd if the two of you got separated.

The wait for boarding had been its own special kind of hell too - you’d convinced yourself that the gate for the flight would be switched so every few minutes your head would swivel around the space like a hyped up owl to make sure that all of the screens displayed your flight’s information. It hadn’t been until you were on the plane and the flight had taken off that you’d been able to breathe easier.

The well seasoned traveler and patient saint that was by your side through it all never made any outward comments about your nerves, likely wanting to spare your poor ego from the embarrassment, but every so often her lips would quirk up at their corners and you’d be able to see the laughter in her eyes as she reassured you that ‘Yes, airports made everyone stressed. It wasn’t just you’. A bold face lie but you appreciated it nonetheless.

Japan, or Tokyo more precisely, was different…but not in an entirely unfamiliar way. Which was strange. You’d heard of folks feeling terribly lost or homesick when they first traveled abroad and your patron saint of travel had even mentioned a time or two before how the differences were overwhelming when she’d first arrived in the states. You’d been certain you’d experience the same but walking the bustling streets of the city and all of its different wards just left you with an intense déjà vu that scratched at the corners of your mind urging you to remember…something.

You decided that your brain must’ve been confusing the present moment with what it was like when you immigrated from back home to the states. Memories of a child’s mind that couldn’t understand exactly what the difference was between ‘home’ and ‘elsewhere’ so the two places ended up blending together to create a disjointed tertiary that contained both and neither.

Thankfully, for those first few days you never had much time to think too hard on it. Hisoka was dead set on doing all of the ‘touristy’ things she hadn’t done since she was in elementary school while the two of you were in the heart of Tokyo. The days were long and nights even longer. There hadn’t been a single day where you’d made it back to the room before the early hours of the morning or left later than 10AM. The liveliness of the city was captivating but when Hisoka had announced that you both would be heading to her family's place out in Hachioji the following day you were a little relieved.

A few lazy days exploring a, relatively to Tokyo, quieter city sounded like just what you needed.

___________

Unfortunately, Hisoka had some kind of personal vendetta against a restful night’s sleep and you woke to hands roughly shaking you awake far too early for your liking.

You didn’t bother holding back a miserable groan as you tried to roll away from the offending limbs, curling in on yourself and wrapping yourself tighter into the plush hotel blankets in a feeble attempt to ward off any further annoyances. You were only given a few moments to appreciate the far too expensive bedding before it was yanked off you entirely.

The chill of the spring air sent a shockwave through your system and you hissed as you slowly sat up, every muscle in your body protesting at the action.

“What?” you mumbled as you rubbed the last remnants of sleep from your eyes.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Get dressed!” Hisoka hissed as she hauled your overnight bag up onto the bed and began flinging random articles of clothes at you, “We’re going to be late!”

“Late for what?” You knew you both were heading to Setagaya but didn’t recall making any early morning plans for the trip, “Is the metro even running right now?” you asked, eyeing the artificial light filtering through the window’s curtains with disdain. If you listened closely you’re sure you could still hear the low and steady hum of the street lamps. Any other day you might’ve appreciated the white noise of the city, but today it was just a reminder of the hours of sleep you were missing out on.

“It will be when we get there.” It takes all your willpower to keep from rolling your eyes. The answer was so..maternal.

“What’s the rush?” you question as you start looking through the clothing she’d thrown at you, trying to determine if you can make a reasonable outfit out of it or if you’d be forced to dig through your luggage yourself, “Are we really going to make your folks get up at the crack of dawn to pick us up?”

“It’s Saturday.” It’s said as if that was supposed to mean anything to you. When she was met with nothing but a blank, glazed over look in your eyes she continued, “Weekends are an all day thing at the temple so we’ll be meeting them there. No pick up needed.”

“Oh,” you offer oh so eloquently. You tried racking your brain to try and remember any time she might’ve mentioned that bit of information. You’d heard of some religious sects doing all day services but it was never an idea that seemed personally all that appealing. “That’s today?’

She gives you a very unamused look, “Of course! Everyone is going to be there from sunrise to sunset.”

“And everyone includes me?”

“Today it does,” she glanced down at her phone to check the time and let out an annoyed huff, “we’ll be a bit late but it shouldn’t be too big of an issue considering you’re an outsider - the elders can be hard asses but I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“How considerate.” your comment is rewarded with a pillow to the face and you dramatically fall back into the oh so inviting mattress. Your fingers grip the pillow and you’re so thankful that you let Hisoka make the hotel arrangements - you’d never thought to care about the thread count of a pillow case but she prefers the finer things in life you’re starting to understand why.

“Look,” you feel the mattress dip under her weight as she settles beside you, “I get you’ve had some bad experiences in the past with religion and all that.”

“To put it lightly," you huff. There'd been several times throughout your childhood that you'd been sent off to some religious congregation to be 'cured' or prayed over and whatever else when it became evident that doctors and medical professionals couldn't fix whatever it was that was so utterly wrong with you. You tried not to let it color your perspective of other groups and reasoned with yourself that they'd only been well intentioned. It was incredibly difficult though.

“But this won’t be so bad,” she insists, “The day will go by a lot quicker than you think.”

You don't believe her but 15 minutes later you find yourself rushing out of the door all the same.

_______________

It hadn’t been a terribly long journey, though long enough for you to fall asleep on the rail line and need to be shaken awake by Hisoka (you doubt it needed to be as violent of an awakening as it was but she’d just feigned innocence when questioned about her methods). When you finally arrived, the temple and the surrounding buildings that made up the compound were bathed in the golden hue of the early morning. The sun had begun to rise above the horizon and you observed the view from the bench Hisoka left you on as the light danced between the leaves and cast shadows along the engraved gray stones that made up the buildings.

It was a beautiful space, that much was undeniable. The temple seemed to be created to give the visit the most picture perfect view of the local scenery and the expanse of forest made it feel like it was entirely secluded from the outside world. It was as if they’d created their own little Eden here.

You do your best to hold back a yawn as you scuff at the earth beneath you. Your shoes kick a few small pebbles a short distance from you as you try to think of anything to do besides twiddling your thumbs while you wait for Hisoka to return. She’d left some time ago to check in with an elder and get changed or something. You truly hadn’t really been able to listen to what she’d been saying.

Outside of the beautiful scenery and ornate structures decorating the landscape, there were just so many of those creatures here. It was like something you’d never seen. When you’d first arrived at the courtyard you’d felt like the wind was knocked out of you. There’d been people rushing about, all in the same outfit that was the same deep shade of blue, and all with one of those things either clinging onto them or following closely behind. In your day to day you may see one or two people with those things clinging to them but usually they lived in the shadows or in lonely corridors and alleyways. Seeing this many just roaming about leeching off of people in the open like that was surreal.

Hisoka had just thought it was your nerves and had offered small words of reassurance as she pulled you into the shared space. You were fighting every self preservation instinct you had to remain calm and collected as she rambled about this and that - her voice lost in the chorus that the creatures created. Some had voices that warbled half sentences or singular words and others who imitated human sounds. A crying baby or a shrieking woman - the mimics, as you personally dubbed them, were perhaps the ones you disliked the most. The sounds so animalistic and innate that it tapped into some baser instincts and made it difficult to remain composed. There was a moment where it was all becoming too much and you felt as if you’d go mad but, thankfully, some kind of bell had chimed and everyone began moving to the entrance of the main structure. Hisoka had rushed out some long winded explanation before telling you to stay put and before long the once deafening sound of the courtyard was filled with silence.

You’d nearly cried tears of joy at the newly found silence but now, what you imagine was probably half an hour or so after everyone had left, your nervous system had regulated and you were becoming antsy by the lack of people or any real stimuli to speak of.

You were just beginning to suspect she’d forgotten you when you heard your name being called.

Your head whipped up as you searched for your friend. When your eyes finally landed on her you noted that she wasn’t alone - she was with an older woman you recognized from a few video calls and photos over the years.

You’d thought it on a few occasions but seeing them both in the same space really cemented it in your mind - Hisoka was a damn near copy of her mother. From the soft features on an elegantly rounded face to the willowy build and measured steps that spoke to the dancer background that Hisoka would go on and on about, there was no doubt she was her mother’s daughter.

You’d had a handful of interactions with Junko Nomura over the years. From what you could tell, and what you’d learned from Hisoka, her mother was a kind but stern woman and a bit of a busy body. She was always worrying about her daughter while she was away for school, texting and calling at all hours to check in and give a lecture about something or another. You could empathize, your mother called every now and again too and she lived on the same continent - Mrs.Nomura must’ve felt like she was a world away.

Her mother was the reason the family had joined the religious group to begin with. She’d been sick for a very long time and the way Hisoka tells it she may very well have been on death’s doorstep. One day, she’d been approached by a member and brought before the leader where he simply waved his hand in front of her and she’d experienced an instantaneous and miraculous recovery. She’d been a devoted follower ever since and what the matriarch does, the rest of the family follows.

Truthfully, you’d never been able to make heads or tails of the story. You believed Mrs. Nomura was sick and now she wasn’t. How one got from point A to point B, though, was up in the air in your mind. Faith healings weren’t unheard of but neither were the stories of false prophets and scheming leeches who faked them to line their pockets. But, you also knew the human mind was an interesting and powerful thing. If someone felt better after having another person pray over them or do whatever else then who were you to judge or say that isn’t divine in it’s own way?

You rose to your feet to greet the elder Nomura and were caught off guard when the elder woman enveloped you into her warm embrace. You knew you had a good rapport with the woman but didn’t know she was this fond of you.

“How good it is to finally see you, dear,” Mrs. Nomura said before leaning back, your forearms still held in hers as she took stock of you, “Has Hisoka been a good host? You know you’re allowed to remind her of her manners from time to time, correct? She’s always been such a bossy girl,” you couldn’t help the small laugh at Hisoka’s cry of protest at her mother’s words, “When she was younger and had friends over she’d always be so caught up in directing their play that I was concerned those other girls weren’t having any fun.”

“That’s enough,” Hisoka insisted, pulling you out of her mother’s grasp and giving the woman a pitiful glare.

“Old habits die hard,” you shoot a teasing glance to your friend who could not be any less amused, “but she’s been good to me.”

“As she should be.”

“If you two are done bullying me,” Hisoka huffs before directing her attention towards you, “I got assigned services to attend to this morning so I’ll have to get going. Mom can keep you busy in the meantime - she was wanting to show you around the garden.” “Services?” She’d never mentioned she worked at the temple during all of your conversations about it. You also weren’t expecting to be left alone with the older woman for a prolonged period of time. It wasn’t that you thought poorly of her - it’s just that new people stressed you out a bit and you were worried with her years of experience she’d be able to tell something was “different” about you too. You’re not sure what the outcome would be if you made a bad first impression here - it could ruin the trip or worse could shake the foundation of you and Hisoka’s friendship. She always talked a big game about not caring for her mother’s lectures but you knew she was deeply affected by her mother’s opinions on any and everything. You couldn’t imagine Hisoka sticking around long if her mom said something about you being a bad influence or too strange.

You couldn’t help the small frown that tugged at the corners of your lips at the thought. Not only that - this one-on-one time with her parent wasn’t factored into the itinerary that Hisoka had painstakingly crafted. She also wouldn’t be one to forget if she had an important obligation til the day of. She was winging things today and it was so very much unlike her that it made you itch.

“Oh, don’t look so put out,” she scolds, after noticing your bleak expression, “I’ll be able to meet back up with you after lunch.”

“I’m sure you’ll find I’m not such bad company,” Mrs. Nomura said as she took arm and looped it through yours and giving you a soft smile that you couldn’t help but to return. The warmth reminded you so much of your own mother’s that it made a hollow pang ring sharply in your chest and you made a mental note to text her before going to bed that night.

“Try not to miss me too much,” Hisoka teased before heading back towards the entrance of the main building and leaving you alone with the Nomura matriarch.

As it turned out, her mother wasn’t bad company after all. You hardly had to worry about saying the wrong thing either as she seamlessly fell into the role of tour guide - and a captivating one at that. She spun a story of the religious group and the sacred space that the two of you found yourselves in with an enamored passion that had you hanging off of every word.

It wasn’t long before she led you to a lush shakusui-en. The rolling landscape was covered in light-dappled greenery and light whites to deep, almost violet, pinks colored the scenery thanks to the blossoms in full bloom. The light perfumes of the flowers mixed with the hinoki cypress and earthy moss that coated the structures in the pond in a way that had leftover tension melting from your body. It was a sanctuary within a sanctuary.

And, thankfully, not a very popular one according to Mrs. Nomura. It was one of the more secluded gardens within the compound grounds that didn’t see as many visitors. A ‘if you know then you know’ sorta deal. She explained the history of all of the garden’s elements, everything from the flow of the landscaping that crafted pathways towards enlightenment to the stone lanterns that helped visitors overcome the darkness held religious significance.

It wasn’t until you were sitting with her on the pond-side pavilion that she decided to change the course of the conversation.

“I’m glad you and Hisoka have gotten so close,” she speaks softly. You weren’t certain if it was due to reverence for the space you both occupy or so as to not disturb your viewing of the colorful koi that were lazily drifting through the water, “ She talks about you all the time when she’s here or during our calls. It means a lot to her that you came.”

“Of course,” because you couldn't imagine things being different from what they were. Because there was no alternative where you and Hisoka hadn't gotten close or grown to care for each other. It just couldn't have been a possibility - you knew it just as much as you knew the sun would rise, “She’s a good friend.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” You and her share a small smile but yours grows strained as you recognize an emotion that's reflected deep within her eyes. You've seen it so often in your own mother's eyes and like then, you're not sure what to do with it.

“She worries about you,” it’s a simple statement. One that you already know to be true but it is enough to have a wave of guilt and shame wash over you. “She’s not very forthcoming about it but even now you seem…troubled.”

You’d never meant to be a source of worry for Hisoka. You tried your best to keep your issues to yourself but she had poked and prodded over the years until confessions you hadn’t told another since you were a child came spilling out. It was only natural that she was worried, really. Anyone else would be after hearing the story you spun - hell anyone else would probably be more concerned about their own safety than with your wellbeing and you couldn’t very well blame them.

You’re unsure how to respond to Mrs. Nomura as she stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to confirm what she already knew. You let out a small sigh and slight shrug, “It’s not so bad.”

“But bad all the same,” her eyebrows furrow and her tone is filled with equal parts concern and an insistence, “You’ve taken such good care of my girl, let me help you with this,” she reaches a hand out to take yours,“I want to set up an audience for you with our Star before you leave. I know you’re not the religious sort, my Hisoka wasn’t either, but I really do think he can be of some help for the troubles you’re carrying.”

She must’ve seen the apprehension written across your face because she cuts you off before you can protest. “Even if it’s just words of comfort - it would put Hisoka and my mind at ease to know we did what we could.”

Hisoka had mentioned something about you finding help while you were here but you hadn’t imagined that it would be from having a chat with some elders in her religion and having them pray over you or something. You toy with the idea for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons before determining that you really didn’t have much to lose. Maybe a few minutes of your life but that really wasn’t such a bad trade off for the Nomura family’s peace of mind. So you agree. Mrs. Nomura’s face floods with relief as she gives your hand a slight squeeze, “I’ll put in a request with the council.” You’re startled when she makes to stand.

“Now?” you nearly squeak as you reach out and grab the sleeve of what you assume is the religion’s uniform of sorts.

“There’s no better time,” she gives your hand a small pat in reassurance and you slowly release her, “It will only take a moment and I’ll be right back”

“Right…,” you say with a sigh as you find yourself once again abandoned by a Nomura. You’re concerned that it's becoming a pattern with them. You watch her figure disappear beyond the winding path and the deep green foliage before returning your attention to the koi.

Everything today has felt like it had happened much too quickly and all at once - you find yourself feeling a little off kilter. You hadn’t been prepared for any of this and now you’re going to meet the head honcho of the whole operation. Or the figure-head? You weren’t really up to speed on the structure that the religion took but you figured if he was important enough to be called ‘our Star’ then surely he’d be too important for you to just get a same day session with him. So, you could breath easily and mentally prepare for whatever would be coming your way in the next few days.

It wasn’t until Mrs. Nomura arrived with Hisoka in tow that you found that you couldn’t have been further from the truth.

If what Hisoka said was true then he cleared his calendar just for you.

How fortunate.

__________

Suguru’s fingers tapped a light pattern against his cheek as he considered the sudden turn his morning had taken.

He’d been intending to spend the day with Nanako and Mimiko - his girls had been dropping not so subtle hints here and there that they wanted to go outside of the temple grounds. He wasn’t fond of the idea, any time spent around monkeys made his skin itch so he liked to avoid it whenever possible and he usually stuck to their wing of the compound when he wasn’t performing his ‘miracles’. Unfortunately, the two eight year olds knew what buttons to push to get him to do what they wanted. He had to catch himself on occasion from being too agreeable lest he give them both a princess complex. Nanako was already so willful as it was…

He only hopes the little foreigner proved to be worth the trouble.

He had been on his way to the morning briefings with the council when he’d heard whispers among the flock that there was one wandering the grounds. Visitors and new faces were becoming less common these days but from what he heard your complexion and thick accent gave you away and his interest had been piqued. He’d never had one brought to him before and, according to the council’s discussion, foreigners were never a part of the original group's make-up either.

You would be the first, but certainly not the last.

Not if he was going to secure a future for curse users.

It was a problem that he’d been delaying dealing with for some time. Suguru was anything if not pragmatic. While Japan was crawling with powerful curses and drawing in pitiful monkeys had been no great challenge, looking abroad for resources would be an unfortunate necessity in the near future.

Higher grade curses occurred less frequently abroad, similarly to the rate of curse users that could be found outside of Japan, they did exist. The Japanese shaman had been called on from time to time to help the locals deal with them. He’d never personally gone on assignments abroad but he’d heard enough to recognize the underutilized potential.

It would be far more difficult than just finding lost souls - those were a dime a dozen. Giving them a reason to stay, however, proved to be a more complicated matter. As much as he’d prefer to dispose of them as quickly as possible and wash his hands of them, he knew such action would be short-sighted. The money-making monkeys needed to stick around to continue to fund his efforts and he’d found that a handful of the curse-making monkeys could produce multiple high-grade curses when the right pressure was applied.

He’d learned quickly that keeping them close was just a matter of telling them what they wanted to hear. They were simple minded creatures in that way. They only wanted to hear their own thoughts and desires regurgitated back to them and in return they’d do whatever was asked of them. You would be a good trial run for what sweet words the monkeys abroad may like to hear. He doesn’t suspect it’s all that different from the typical script, however, there had been a foundational cultural understanding that his lines had been developed from. Some things would be universal but he would have to improvise here. It was a discomforting thought initially. Perhaps he’d been getting too used to routine and order lately.

He remembered a lifetime ago where he was thrilled to have some sort of challenge.

His thoughts were interrupted by the shoji door of the hearing room being abruptly slid open and the source of his wandering mind entered the room.

He couldn’t help but to sit up straighter as the cursed user’s signature filled the room and practically rolled off of you in waves. Bergamot and calone lapped at his senses, demanding recognition and acknowledgment.

You were inexperienced. Undeniably so if your output was anything to go off of. It was more contained than a monkey’s but lacked the refinement that came with training. More similar to the girls’ output than what an adult should be producing.

It seemed whatever small cluster of curse users you belonged to had misplaced you or had never been able to find you to begin with.

But the lost lamb had found its way home at the end of the day.

And you certainly were a lamb. All soft features and wide eyes as you examined the room.

The script would need to be thrown out. Before he’d been prepared for revisions, but with you as a scene partner it would need to be scraped entirely.

He motioned for you to take a seat before him. His eyes following your swift movements, practically gliding across the floor before settling into place. You had that feminine thing down. Shoulders and back straight, never slumping. Your eyes staring back into his without wavering or lowering your gaze. The only thing that betrayed your nervousness was the twitch of your fingers as they sat in your lap. Unfortunately for you he could recognize a fellow tradesman.

The lamb was the first to break the silence.

“I’m not really sure how these things usually go,” you offered an apologetic, but strained, smile as you shifted your weight.

“An introduction is usually a good place to start,” he offers, a light tone teasing through his words as he watches you squirm. You’re very clearly feeling like a fish out of water and it’s nearly endearing.

As expected, the name you give is foreign. “Soto,” your last name coats his tongue as he tests it - and finds that he doesn’t particularly mind it. It’s familiar even, “what is it that’s brought you a world away to see me?” Like he’d heard from the whispers, your accent betrayed your origins. While he couldn’t decisively name it, you certainly weren’t from anywhere on this side of the globe. Western, for certain.

“My friend thought you could help me,” you say after a few moments, careful intention with each word evident as you do, “She seems to be under the impression you’re in the business of performing miracles.”

“Well I suppose that entirely depends on the type of miracle,” your face falters for a moment, the comment causing a slight downward twitch of your lip as you find yourself utterly unamused by his vague response.

“She says you can heal the sick.”

“You don’t look sick,” his eyes trail over you, searching for visible evidence of a sickness he already knew you didn’t possess, “or all that convinced of what your friend has told you. You’d come all this way to ask a miracle of someone without believing it possible?”

“Desperate times and all that,” it’s a murmur but it fills the quiet room as you glance away with him and off to the side, wrestling with how much truth you were willing to part with, “I can see things that shouldn’t be there.” When your eyes return to his, there’s a depth to the emotion in them - fear mixed with a begging to be believed that is so tooth achingly familiar.

He’d seen it in the mirror a thousand times that lifetime ago.

It’s the same look he had when he was younger and ignorant of the world of curses and shaman. The same one that was filled with a shame that would gnaw at him and threaten to swallow him whole. each time he overheard his parents’ hushed tones arguing at night after another one of his ‘episodes’. But then he’d been scouted.

And you hadn’t.

And unfortunately for you the world was filled with the tragedy of monkeys, both big and small, and the curses that they leave behind. How lonely it must’ve been to see it all alone and be made to doubt your own senses.

You’d taken his silence as room to continue. You filled the void with descriptions of the curses and of your childhood. Of a life filled with hauntings and fear that no child’s body was meant to hold. Of doctor’s poking and prodigy, of diagnoses and medications that never seemed to work.

Suguru listens but only through a fog as he has to choke down the bitter laugh that wants to crawl out of his throat. Of course they’d try to disguise their own shortcomings and fill your head with nonsense of a sickness that was theirs alone.

It was a special kind of hell -to be a child surrounded by non-sorcerers. A miracle born to those too ignorant to appreciate it. But you were home now.

It would be sick to send you back, afterall. The monkeys had not taken proper care of you - not that they could ever know how. He couldn’t let you go back to them, not after you’d found your way here. Or worse, with you being in Japan and so close to the technical schools there was a very real possibility you could be recognized and brought into the fold of sorcerers. They’d waste no time in seeing to it that you were burdened with misery that the monkeys created.

He couldn’t stand to see another body crushed under that weight.

So you’d need to stay. He wasn’t unhappy at the prospect of you making the compound your home in the same way it was Nanako and Mimiko’s.

It was truly only a matter of how. How much information to give you and how soon. What to tell and what to save for another day. What breadcrumbs to leave to ensure you stayed.

He could, of course, go the far simpler route. He could put all of his cards on the table in a display of blatant barefaced honesty. The preferable and less complicated of the two options, without a doubt. But there was a chance that it would be overwhelming. To learn that the world you’d known was false was no simple matter.

While Suguru would not want you to stay in the dark, as he’d never believed ignorance to be a virtue, he needed to be gentle in his delivery and that required time.

With his decision made, he returns to the conversation only to find the room void of noise and you eyeing him cautiously. He’d been too caught up in his internal turmoil to process all of what you’d said - but he’s certain he understands enough and what you came here looking for and he’s more than willing to provide it.

"So…,” you draw the word out, apparently too uncomfortable with the silence to let it continue for any longer.

"So…," he mimics and is rewarded with a small frown forming on your lips and your fingers tightening in your lap.

"Do you think you can help me or not?” you are frustrated and Suguru supposes it’s fair.

He’s been a very poor host these past few minutes.

"Well that all depends on how you want to be helped.” He’s learned a few things about the psyche being in the position that he is and having the time to reflect on his actions as a student. About how the world of shamans is able to grind so many young bodies into dust just to have more replace them the following year.

The illusion of choice is a powerful thing - especially those born into a life with limited options and a curse user all alone in the world has very limited options indeed.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you’d choose his help but he still felt a warm, and perhaps misplaced, feeling of pride fill his chest at your response.

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” you were filled with a determination that cast all doubt of what was to come aside.

Suguru brought his thumb and forefinger to his chin, pretending to think on your statement, “I’m familiar with many stories like yours. I’ll have to understand your situation better than we have time for today to be certain,” your eyes practically light up at his words. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly ajar in disbelief, “but it will require no small effort on your end.” He watches as the information processes. He’d cast the first breadcrumbs, and he has no doubt that you’ll follow.

“Well,” you offer a small shrug, “I guess it can’t hurt none to give it the ole college try.”

“I’m glad you agree,” Suguru says as he rises to his feet and makes his way over to you, “You’re welcome to stay at the shrine seeing that we have to extend your session.”

You make an attempt to scramble to your feet, caught off guard at the prompt ending to your hearing, but he’s offering his extended hand to you before you can manage. He pretends to ignore the look of trepidation that crosses your features before you finally rested your hand in his own.

“I wouldn’t want to be a burden,” you weekly protest as he pulls you to your feet.

"No burden at all,” he reassures smoothly before leading you to the door.

You still look uncertain as you remove your hand from his, “My things are still with Hisoka.”

The name is unfamiliar but it takes no great effort to conclude that it’s the name of the one who brought you here. He figures he should instruct the council to offer some kind of reward for such an act. He’d found that keeping the monkeys in line required conditioning of their behavior - a carrot and a stick and the knowledge of when to use which. Use one too often and the beasts become troublesome.

Hopefully, it would encourage similar actions from the others as well. He wondered how many other lost curse users there were to be found and brought home. “We can have someone go and get them for you,” he dismisses and he watches as you internally struggle with how to respond.

"If you're certain..."

"I am,” it’s definitive and leaves no room for further hand wringing. You mulled over it for a few more seconds before conceding and giving a nod in acceptance.

He leads you away from the hearing room and can’t help but think of how lucky he is that his lamb is so agreeable.

[flowerymenendez]

Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

[valetoria]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎‎

listen to his voiceee. ⋆ cunt devouring. ⋆ massive size kink. ⋆ prone bone. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ anal princess. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ pretty & shy girl blowjob. ⋆ pounding you in missionary.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

beneath the table. ⋆ cockwarming while he plays games. ⋆ squeaky girlfriend. ⋆ what a distraction. ⋆ pussy eating. ⋆ clit licking. ⋆ rubbing you off. ⋆ plap plap plap ! ⋆ tit worshipper.

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slow teasing. ⋆ soft choking. ⋆ ass groping. ⋆ kissing in lingerie. ⋆ somnophilia. ⋆ the vids he sends you at work. ⋆ warm & entwined. ⋆ gentle fingering. ⋆ rubbing your pussy for you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

slutty waist. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ love hate sex with your ex. ⋆ let me show you a trick. ⋆ ass eating. ⋆ hard pounding. ⋆ bathroom floor. ⋆ balancing on the wall. ⋆ rubbing you. ⋆ sideways.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

dumbification. ⋆ backshots in a maid dress. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ spread your legs & let him do his job. ⋆ taking it so well. ⋆ kinky shit p2. ⋆ tied & edged. ⋆ fucking in the backseat of his car.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

schoolgirl fit (kunas ver.). ⋆ kidnapped. ⋆ personal use. ⋆ position goes crazy. ⋆ punishment in cuffs. ⋆ folded & munching your cunt. ⋆ rough fucking. ⋆ full nelson.

[tsukuhoe]

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toji sins of the flesh - semisgroupie

taboo crush - spideyyeet best friend's dad - nanaslut

sukuna virgin!sukuna - screampied

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[baobei-bu]

happy halloween

[tonycries]

Video Game Lover - G.S.

Synopsis. Suguru Geto, the resident nerd who “helps” you with your homework. Tall, gloomy, mean, and- and an alpha? And he’s in rut?!

Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, alpha! nerd! Geto, ruts, OMÉGAVERSE AU, pánty-sniffer Geto, he goes FÉRAL, MEAN Geto, headIocks, slightly bímbo! reader, dúmbifícation, cervíx kíssing, creampíes, cúmplay, MANHANDLlNG, Geto with glasses + tattoos, overstím, knots, first times (Geto), pússydrunk Geto, MATÍNG BÍTES, oraI (f + m), p talking, spítting, praise, he’s POSSESSIVE, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 8.8k

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

“Please, Sugu—?”

“No.”

“I’ll let you keep my panties?”

And that makes Geto shudder, breath hitching into something dangerously husky as he pushes his thick glasses further up his nose bridge. Greedy gaze darting anywhere but where you were oh-so-vulgarly leaning towards him. “Tch- as if I’d ever…”

With a grin, you shift to show him a flash of cherry pink peeking out from underneath that sinfully short skirt of yours.

Purposefully. 

He was gone. 

“F-fine.” He’s gulping, and it wouldn’t be the first time that you’d goaded the ill-tempered campus genius, Geto Suguru, into doing your- ah, “helping” you with your homework. “But-”

Before Geto can ramble away the usual lecture about something called “academic integrity”, you’re jumping up and tackling his towering frame into a hug. Pressing the curves of your tits into his Digimon t-shirt - just as a little treat - and flouncing excitedly back to your friends. 

But what you didn’t notice is the way that makes Geto stiffen.

His tummy lurching, nose raising into the air- 

Oh.

You smelled so sweet. 

Geto’s spit-slicked lips part open to steal a sharp gasp of the sweltering lecture hall air- it couldn’t be. And his bleary irises can’t even focus, can’t lock on anything but the figure of you mere feet away. 

…Could it?

With a slight tilt of your head, you’re staring back at him - and something…carnal pangs through his suddenly-boiling veins.

Then you smirk- and Geto twitches.

Fuck.

He would’ve crashed onto his knees right then and there if it wasn’t for the way that you proceed to dig through your cute, useless bag - still in the middle of a conversation with your friends - and throw something flimsy and pale pink at him.

No shame. No regrets.

None for either of you; but especially not Geto once his strong palms reach out to urgently scramble for the shred of gauzy fabric in midair. 

Tangling the stringy satin between thick, ringed fingerpads, he’s sinking his face into its sugarcoated scent before sinking into the realization that you’d had the audacity to throw your fucking panties at him in the middle of a bustling seminar. 

Yet, he was even worse - jaw slackening, broad chest heaving with rasping ahs! as he drinks in loooong repeated puffs of your pheromones. Coating his brain in melty molasses of sugar and spice and you. 

There was a reason you were the most sought-after omega on the entire campus. With your filthy skin-tight outfits, and your flirty smiles. 

And him? He couldn’t get enough.

Smearing away a sloppy splotch of saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth- when had he even started drooling? Geto watches through watery peripherals as you mouth a smug “an advance” at him, and saunter out of the class in your tightly-knit group.

Too tightly-knit, if you asked Geto. Dead-on stare narrowing, he catches the way one of your so-called friends brush away an invisible piece of lint from your shoulder. 

Just barely. His head snapping towards Geto when the latter growls-

Oh.

Oh, fuck. 

He was fucked.

.

.

.

Listen, it’s not as if you make Geto finish all of your homework - just the ones that you found too tedious, too complicated, or too time-consuming. Which might just happen to be all of them, but you digress! 

He was more than happy to collect those slutty scraps of silk you called “panties” and you were proud to keep your streak of having the second-highest GPA in class (after the man himself, of course.)

The more important the grade the more sinful the panties. 

After all, it wasn’t as if you minded all of Geto’s fiery stares at you during lectures, the spark in his eyes when he tried to drill a difficult concept into your mind, or the way his dark lashes would flutter drunkenly the moment you got too close. 

In fact, you might even admit that you…like it.

Because Geto was hot. Fuck- he was fucking pretty.

You’d seen just how fawny his amethyst eyes were behind those clunky glasses. Lengthy Stygian hair, so many inches above six feet, and biceps that pull his gamer t-shirts so taut that it made you wonder what was underneath.

But it wasn’t as if a nerd - and a beta, obviously, though you didn’t care for secondary gender - like him would ever make a move. 

Hell, he barely even talked to anyone other than the professors. 

All grumbling and rude. It took you weeks to even get him to acknowledge your existence, and that was only by giving him an “accidental” glimpse of your red, red bra strap. 

So you were mostly fine and dandy with this lecherous transaction of yours. Geto was smart; he was never a minute late in emailing you your surely A+ worthy work before their deadlines, and you’d gift him his little treat just the day after.

Except- you were lounging on your couch as the 12:00AM deadline for your latest essay rolled around and there was still no sign of Geto. Not a single ping from your inbox. 

With an impatient thumb, you’re idly scrolling through the sparse chat history you’d all but bullied him into sharing with you, brows furrowing deeper and deeper at your plethora of ignored texts and calls. 

Nothing new but, seriously…

Scoffing as the clock tick! tick! ticked! its way to 12:01AM. 

He was late - and your homework was, too. 

You’d been feeling a little too…feverish tonight to attend that one party your friends had invited you to, and thank your stars for that. Because not even minutes later, you were stomping the few blocks down to Geto’s apartment building and all the way up to his white-painted front door.

“Hey, Sugu—” You rap your knuckles harshly on the wood, exasperated. “Are you in there?”

No answer. 

Huffing, your heated skin stings where it clashes even harder against his door. Impatiently, “Hah- making an omega walk all the way out here…I should take back all those panties I gave you. Yaga deducts points for late submissions and I am not leaving until you come out.”

Still no answer. Not even a sound. 

“In fact, I’ll only get louder.”

Not even a breath. 

That was…strange. He should’ve at least come out to shut up your racket so that he can study, if not at the mention of your panties. 

And right now your annoyance was being washed away with sharp waves of concern, a nervous bout of laughter escaping you as soon as your hand falls on the door handle to find it shockingly unlocked. Oh? 

You and Geto might not be the best of friends, but you wanted him to be alright goddammit. 

“Better come out and stop me now, unless you want me to barge in!” You call out, jostling the cold, metallic knob for good measure. It holds firm in your hand, the only thing grounding your swimming mind as you bask in a second of silence. Two. Three. Before sighing, “Have it your way then. I’m coming in–”

Then it hits you.

Slow, at first. Like a smell from a distant memory that you find yourself aching for - find yourself stumbling a few steps inside Geto’s cozy apartment and devouring in generous lungfuls. 

You slam the door shut to cloud yourself in the saturated air and gasp.

This was nothing like any expensive perfume you’d smelled before. It felt like your entire body was on fire, like every one of your pores was scorching from deep inside. Like you needed him.

Head whirling with the heady concoction of caramel salt scent and those dark undertones of wine. Something so dangerous. So tempting. So…Suguru.

You jolt. He was in rut. 

Wait, rut? Geto Suguru? Wasn’t he…wasn’t he a beta? 

You swear he was. You didn’t know what was happening, only angling your head up for more and more and more-

Shit, you’re shoving your thighs together before you know it. Already feeling the slippery stream of slick that sloshes past your pussy lips and puddles at the bottom of your underwear. And you know you’ve never been wetter. 

“A-anyone home?” You’re straining out, the doughy mountain of your palm rubbing mindlessly up n’ down through your thin skirt. 

Undoubtedly, there’s still no response. And yet, it’s almost as if he’s calling to you - and maybe he is.

Feet wrenching one jerky pitch after the other, you have to balance yourself on the hallway walls to fucking keep your sanity.

And to perhaps stop your weakened knees from slipping you into a pile on the polished hardwood floors. Perhaps to stop yourself from breaking out into a run to wherever your inner luna was clawing to take you. 

You breathe, “Th-this isn’t funny, Suguru…”

The soft thuds of your padded steps thunder in time with your racing heart. Louder and louder. Deafening by the time you’re catching sight of a large mahogany door at the end of the corridor that waves ever-so-slightly ajar. 

Where those hypnotic pheromones were the most saturated. And your mouth waters. 

It’s only once you’re reaching it - trembling, standing stock-still, right outside what you now assumed to be his bedroom - that you realize Geto was calling to you. Well, more like he was calling out for you. 

Your name. 

In soft, breathy moans that make his rich baritone crack.

“Get the fuck in here.”

.

.

.

The moment Geto Suguru catches a glimpse of your oh-so-cute face - the moment he senses that you’re actually, honest-to-goodness here - he cums. 

And he can’t help it- fuck, he can’t help it.

Even dabbing the fat of his massive thumb right over his bawling tip can’t stop the heaping torrents of gooey white escaping from him. Such slick ribbons upon ribbons crawling their way up Geto’s washboard abs, you can only watch with bated breath as his messy, round globs of seed trickle up n’ down until they drench his dark happy trail. 

Your watery thighs stick together, maw falling agape because you’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined this.

You had. Once or twice or many, many times. 

All splayed out on his Digimon sheets like this; meaty thighs cracked open, silky locks slathered across every inch, glasses fogged up. Ruined. Geto’s sweat-shimmered back arches off the outdated bed springs with a creak! while his hand flew furiously up and down his swollen cock.

Shit, you’re biting your lip. Syllables jumping roughly off of your heavy tongue, “S-Suguru?”

SLAM!

It’s like the sound of your voice does heavenly wonders to him.

Plump, tender balls squeezing, Geto’s free hand encloses behind his sweaty scalp and onto the headboard above him. Hard enough that the sturdy frame snaps, pale biceps flexing enough that you find your skin clammy with need. 

“Fuh-fuck.” He’s hissing through clenched teeth. Staring right at your meandering form through dazed half-crescents, mouth departing endless husked grunts. And oh…oh a few more dewy droplets of cum spray out of his bawling orifice once you gulp. “Look what you’ve done t’me.”

“Y-you’re an alpha?” You finally manage to find your voice. 

He snickers, the murky scent of the room growing ever-stronger. And even more than that was your own scent, mixing and melding until you felt dizzy. “And you’re in danger, little omega~”

Your widened gaze grows to lock on the way that his rugged fingers continue milking out creamy sploshes of cum. Expertly flying up, up, up– before fisting his hefty base with an airy sigh. 

Large. He was so large. 

And in so many ways more than one. 

An alpha. He was an alpha. 

Seductively sculptured body dwarfing his single bed with what looked like miles upon miles of toned, tall muscles. Were those tattoos spying out from the sides of his back?

A syrupy geyser of sap formulates between his two legs the size of your head- this was Geto Suguru? 

And his cock - oh, he was so perfectly massive. Oversized, even in Geto’s engulfing hand. 

So painfully hard that he was blushing a blossoming magenta near the very tip of his globular cockhead, throbbing. Pulsing. Thick lightning bolts of veins gripping down either side of his pink shaft and all the way down to his breeder balls.

With a harrowed gasp filling your lungs, you’re spotting just the barest fringe of something soaked-through and gauzy tangled underneath his digits. 

Fuck. 

“Is that-”

“This?” Geto grins - grins. You’ve never seen him smile let alone show off this dopey, predatory leer plastering all over his flushed features. A gentle dimple embeds near his curled lip, and he quirks an eager brow. 

You can barely even think while he untwines the frilly pair of panties you’d thrown at him in class from around his aching cock. Sticky and stretched now, it finds home right near his flared nostrils as Geto brings it up and sniffs. Crazed. “C’mere.”

The rawest of glints twinkle in his half-lidded vision as you inch closer, the way you tremble on your two feet like a newborn fawn was adorable. And he can’t stop himself from letting out a low whistle–

“Yeah. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Your body kneels you right by Geto’s bedside before your mind can even think to catch up. Head lolling lecherously against the wide plane of his shivering thigh, you let your tongue lap up a pearl of his buttery white cum and keen. He was even bigger up close. “Sugu—”

“Nuh uh, gorgeous.” Geto tuts, gravelly tonality rendering you confused just as much as you were needy. His two palms grip the crown of your head to peer upwards, “S’all because of you. You n’ those d-damn panties. M’not your hck! nerdy fuckin’ Sugu right now. Best remember that- m’gonna make sure you remember that.”

He’s more than gazing down at you, he’s boring right through you. 

Spectacle frames creeping precariously down his nose bridge, tendrils of his shaggy hair almost curtaining him, pellets of sweat trickle down his temples and hit you in thin spatters. So close. And you wanted him closer. 

“Tilt your head back, lemme see that ngh- pretty mouth.” One hand slips from your head to curl around Geto’s fattened hilt, nudging his puckered tip to strike your lips with a dull thud! “Count.”

“One-”

And it’s not once. 

“T-two-”

Not twice. 

“Three- hah!”

Not thrice, until he’s leaving your mouth whimpering and stinging with the slam of his rock-hard shaft slapping down your tender flesh. Leaving a slimy trail of pre and salty cum that leaks between your maw and drives you wild. 

Then - and only then - is he wrenching you up closer. Manhandling your pliable body until the very tip of his perfectly button nose meets yours. So close.

Your teary lashes flutter halfway shut once you feel the foggy breeze of his breath scorching your face, cunt quivering with the anticipation of a kiss. His pheromones hit you in powerful gusts, your primal urges scratching up to the surface.

Closer. Too close- for a kiss that never comes.

“Heh. Cute.”

He doesn’t kiss you.

But before you know it, Geto pitches his tongue back and wets your shimmery pouted lips with a large wad of his syrupy saliva. 

In just a split-second. 

Bowing you back underneath him and stuffing your chatty mouth so damn full of his swollen cock that you can’t even think of anything else. Fat droplets of tears fountain up at the edge of your eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so split open.

He was eight- no, maybe nearing ten whole inches that scraped the back of your mushy throat with his ruthless mushroom tip. 

Hard. Girthy. 

Cratering out a wet circumference of bruises into your melty mouth with a singular thrust, and it wasn’t enough- fuck, it might never be enough.

Geto’s throwing his head back, toned core muscles tensing. “O-oh. This. Th-this is what it feels like?” 

You almost wonder whether he even knew what he was doing once you feel a shaky thigh throwing behind your neck and reel you in close. Drawing you all the way up until your nose scratches his tufted pelvis, mouth hanging wiiidely agape. 

“Sh-shooo big–” You’re mumbling through a scalding mouthful, slicked walls clenching at the realization that he had you trapped in a headlock. And by the looks of it, he was never going to let go.

“Yeah- yeah?” He shudders out, bass cracking into a zillion shatters near the end. Octaves higher. Unsteady. Meanly, Geto’s leg jostles you even further from behind to probe his shaft even deeper into your velvety mouth, your chin buckling underneath his curvaceous ballsack. Holding you still. Firmly. “Fuckin’ l-like that, don’t you?”

You can’t nod. You can’t hum affirmative. He was so bulky inside you that your lips sag underneath the sheer weight.

But your omega preens for the attention, sleek tongue zig-zagging over one of the pounding veins that poked into the roof of your mouth. And it’s enough of an answer for Geto.

Spitting out, “Oh yeah? Dirty girl. Didn’t expect your loser lil’ Sugu to have such a fat fuckin’ dick, huh?” 

So fucking…rude, words teetering right on just the edge of being menacing. And you were just so gorgeous crying all over his cock like this, so much better than when you were hanging off of other alphas. 

So much better when he strays a thumb to feel your filling throat, the way he’s lodged deep inside. Him. All him. 

You let off a whiny gag the moment his blushing red cockhead twitches up ferally at the thought. The static cotton in your head making you slurp his length with a sloppy squelch! 

He’s pushing up his glasses furiously, “Can you even take it? Seriously- acting so popular n’ mighty when you can’t even take my hngh- cock.”

And you’re about to rebuke, you’re about to- you swear.

But oh, he didn’t have mercy now. 

“Whaaaat? M’just saying.” The ridges of his head press up all against every nook and cranny of your mouth, a silvery trail of drool now seeping from between your locked lips. Geto wipes away his own cobwebs of drool with the back of his mouth, giggling. Giggling when you scuffle, “S’it too big? Too big for our f-famous lil’ omega?”

Your throat aches something carnally delicious when he keeps a hold ‘round your neck to plunge into the waterlogged bottom. Bobbing your head in lewd maneuvers allll the way up n’ down. “Ngh- Sugu–” 

“Hah- hah!” His glassy eyes gleam something wild, microscopic tastebuds watering all over again with just how intensely he was gawking down at you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that his eyes were glowing- “Why are ya still fuckin’ speaking, gorgeous?”

It wasn’t a Command, but oh did it feel like one.

Only mere moments later and Geto’s springing himself off of the bouncy mattress to shovel your hot throat full of copious inches and leave you spellbound. Swirling a lazy few half-circles of his heavy tip where you were most sensitive.

“Cool that pretty lil’ head. You’re cuter when yer like th-this, y’know?” He groans, feeling your slippery cheeks grip his shaft in an adorable hug. Knee drawing up even tighter to hold you still while he fucked your mouth the way he’d been wishing he could for so long. “All shut up a-and mine and…”

Ah, breath wisping away. He’s prodding your poor gag reflexes at the very same time he rovers up a stray hand to squeeze your nostrils together. “-only mine.”

“Nghh- G-etooo—” And yet, he still doesn’t let up. You’re cupping Geto’s plumpened balls with a delicately loving touch, lustrous strands of spit layering your lips. “Want you.”

“Hm?”

“Want you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Those are the very same words he’s been dreaming of every single rut since meeting you. And he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself from letting out a slew of swears and cumming.

Shocked. 

“Sh-shit—” It’s all Geto can do to bite down on the plush of his bottom lip and wrangle back those embarrassing fucking whimpers on his tongue, dewy eyes sparkling with a few overstimulated tears. “You’re gonna- f-fucking…”

But he’s not given the privilege to finish his thought let alone his sentence. 

Just flooding your senses with the caramel salt of his scent, and his gobs of pearly seed. Every jackhammer has Geto pinpricking it on the back of your bruised and battered throat, every squeeze of his hand around your neck makes him drool out in wiry oodles of sap more and more and more-

“S’what you w-wanted, right?” And you’re sensing the way his scent tinged with something maddened, leaving your eyes popping. “Prancing around with your hah- p-pre-heat panties and your- fuck!” Geto fights to keep his eyes from flapping closed, “Take it- ohhhh take it all.”

As if you could do anything else.

Every tiny twitch leaves your cavern flooded. Geto was cumming so hard that it was overspilling from each crevice of your lips, a silvery waterfall of cum that he’s dabbing around a thumb to smear. 

Letting your pouted lips wobble at the fresh topping of white gloss, “There’s a good girl. My goood fuckin’ girl.” 

Oh, there’s no doubt in your fractured mind right now that Geto Suguru was an alpha. Inhaling his deep puffs of contentment, you’re arching your back mindlessly in delight. Throat loosening with the motions to-

“Don’t swallow.”

So mean. 

You don’t think you’re given the split-second to wonder otherwise before he’s grappling for the pretty column of your throat and kissing you raw. 

You’re gasping when his depraved tongue smacks down between the seam of your mouth to lather in every scorching hot mess of sap he’d left behind. The mess that he made. And he was only making it messier.

Watching you through barely-cracked open pupils while he scooped up the sticky webs of seed dangling from your mouth. Scratchy buds taking over. A kiss so filthy that you felt shy to even call it that. 

“Mmm—” Geto’s skidding his tongue down the buttered length of his lips, flicking over any stray droplets he could find. And something in his eyes told you that he was mere seconds away from doing it all over again. “Not bad for a first kiss.”

Fuck- what?

“Sugu- what-” You’re panting out measly syllables through the gaps of his sappy mouth. “I-I thought you’d be more…”

“What? A heh- bumbling loser?” His eyes narrow down at you, words purring sexily. “Oh, gorgeous…”

Fuck, and if the rasping growl in his tone didn’t shut you up, the way that Geto’s throwing you onto the bouncy bed sure does. 

He doesn’t have a care in the world, he doesn’t have a single thought other than ripping off your flimsy clothes. Everything but those very same cherry pink panties you’d teased up at him, well- more see-through than anything right now.

Kneeing apart your jittery legs to watch the way your cunt gushes in pure need. Lips curling into a leer at the way she winks up at him through filthy masses of slick.

“Sh-she’s mine now, isn’t she?” Rumbling out, eyes wide. Unfocused. And the look on Geto’s face made white-hot trills sprint down your spine - ones you couldn’t decode between primal need and fear. “She’s…”

Ptwah!

The vicious goblet of spit that hits you this time is somehow even meaner than the last, striking at the very top of your sobbing pussy and disappearing riiiight between your folds. 

“Mine.” Awestruck, Geto bullies one capped knee to smooch up against your slit. Gleaming his heated skin with the bucketloads of cute sap that you kept pouring out by the second. Geto was greedy, he was grunting. “Beg for it, omega.”

You’re squirming underneath him impatiently, clawing all over his unmoving wrists. You ached all over for something. Anything. “Don’t- don’t wanna-”

But Geto had ten times your strength and wasn’t afraid of using it. Oh, he wasn’t afraid of using it - wasn’t afraid of pinning down both your trembly hands on the bed springs with one of his. Rutting his knee up even more mercilessly, murking his pheromones until it burned of salt and spice. “Beg.”

You mewl, “P-please-”

“No stuttering.”

“Please.” And if that wasn’t enough, you’re batting your lacquered lashes up at Geto in exactly the way you knew was his weakness. Exactly the way that got you the second-highest GPA for so long. Jutting your back the perfect curvature off of the bed, “I’ll let you k-keep my panties, Suguru—?”

“Oh, giiiirl—” He husks out, leaning in so close to plant a yearning snog on your mouth. Blushing pink lips wrapping around your tongue and sucking. You always got what you wanted. “M’keeping those regardless.”

In his special drawer for all your slutty underwear, of course. 

And just as soon as Geto’s kissing your lips, he’s trekking his way downwards to make sure that your other ones don’t feel left out. 

“Look at her.” He breathes, words taking on an airy tone that makes him sound as if he was furious. Blistering with the anger that he’s been deprived of the heavenly proximity of your soft, seeping cunt for so long. “H-heh, if o-only those tch- popular friends of yours could see. Just look- look how wet she is f’me. All me.”

A fattened thumb fringes past your panties, and you flinch at the cold press of his silver rings. Rovering all the way to greet your puffy pussylips in languid drags uuuuup and down, pricking his manicured fingernail on the button of your clit. 

Geto’s hooded lids widen, heat rushing all over his cheeks at the sloppy squelches he draws out. So easily. Adorably.

And it was true - he did have a tattoo. A splashing inking of a dragon all across Geto’s muscled back, somehow making him even more unintentionally hotter. 

“And look how loud mmm–” He’s kissing the mound of your folds like a lover, lingering. Loving. Stealing deeeeep gasps of your scent, “M’gonna ruin you. Ngh- ohhh, m’gonna r-ruin you, gorgeous. Ruin ya for anyone else.”

And when Geto meant he was going to ruin you - he meant it.

“Shit.” He was going to mush his pretty features up into your sopping wet pussy until you could feel every minute, warm pant. Staring right up into the target of your fuzzy heart-eyes, “How do you- how do you taste so good.”

Every gasp he’s drinking in of your murked perfumed pheromones, showering ‘round every sense and making him dizzy.

“Squeeze- wanna feel-”

And maybe it’s his rut, maybe it’s the way your tension was so thick - but you instantaneously know what to do. 

To close your legs in a deadlock around Geto’s oily scalp. Your weighty eyelids bat up and down subconsciously at the attractive way he was digging his bulging biceps into the sides of your thighs. Pulling you in closer and closer and closer. “That turns you on, huh?”

But that wasn’t all- oh, that wasn’t what he was making out with your cute cunt and begging for. 

His mouth lathers over with a fresh bout of watery spit the moment your rubbery ring of muscle clench all around him. Making every ridge of his hot tongue catch on your gooey innards, the texture of it enough to drive you positively wild. 

“Sh-shiiit–” You’re letting out a primal groan, clawing at his tattooed back. Chest shuddering underneath the strain of one powerful hand pinning you down. Holding you painfully still. “Suguru- want more. More.”

Slipping his slick tongue in and out of your fluttery hole, Geto keens at the way your entrance kept on trying to suck him back in. 

“Fuckin’ know-” In one second, he’s pushing his cloudy glasses up his nose, and in the other he pries apart your puffed lips and caresses. “Yer turning into a fucking w-waterpark, dirty girl. Even wetter than all that p-porn I learned from…”

You’re whimpering, legs falling further n’ further open until it burned your inner quads. No matter how deeply Geto stuffed his face between them it just wouldn’t be enough.

It was almost as if…

“Heat.” He’s slurring a looong lap of his grooved tastebuds all over the lustre of your sweet, sweet juices. Free hand wrapping at his favorite position around your neck and making sure to angle your head so that you catch the twinkling droplets of slick pouring down his tongue. “You’re in heat, little omega.”

Gasping, “W-what?”

But it made sense. It was falling into place and that only made you wetter.

With a smirk, Geto swats your hands until they tangle into his silken tresses. “Lemme take care of you.” SWAT! The plapping sensation hits you before the realization that he’d run his crowned digits over to spank your perked clit. “Ngh- just sit tight n’ let your nerdy ol’ Sugu here take g-goood care of you.”

He was pleading with you - begging you - to latch onto his pretty locks and grind your pussy in repeated gyrations all over his face. Guiding him, using the hook of his pert nose as the perfect ridge to rest your throbbing clit on. 

“Th-thank you, alpha—” Too good. You were giving into something baser, to let your head loll into the cushy pillow behind you in sweeping motions. And it was so cute he could cum. 

“Yeah? Who- who?”

“You, Suguru.”

“Damn right.”

With every drag of his hoarse syllables, Geto was trawling his face across every inch between the beautiful legs that you had to offer.

Purposefully. 

You’re holding back his endless, inky strands just to admire how pretty he looked. How ravenous. Greedy. 

Fuck, Geto was making up for all these years he spent parched. Spitting out streak after streak of spittle that made your pussy pour out all over his snogging mouth. “Gonna- gonna fuck you like this w’my cock next.”

His tongue folds into your slobbery hole and slithers into every tender orifice - so staggeringly long that you were feeling a lump in your own throat. 

Just a few flops into your earliest magical spots and Geto could already hear the way you were fighting to hide your little sobs. 

“Th-this right here-” He’s probing a finger underneath the panties that stuck to your cunt like adhesive, letting it spring back to hit you with a smack! Tittering at your yelp, “S’mine.”

Rubbing a fat few crowns of his fingerpads at the tender area underneath the base of your pussy. Pressing down. Hard. “And her? All the w-way from here-”

Drawing sensual patterns up, up uuuup all the way to your sensitive clit, and oh- it felt so right to have him draw sultry little hearts on your weepy hood. 

Tugging it over to nip underneath one sharp canine - one that you swear had grown even longer in the last few minutes. Geto was gone in the depths of his rut, hallowing out his cheeks to eat you out as if he was a man starved. And you were his favorite dessert. “To here? S’mine, too.”

RIIIIIP—!

Through your glossy heaps of tears, you can make out the fuzzy shapes of Geto tearing your satiny underwear into tatters. Balling it up into a wad of sugarcoated fabric that he unapologetically stuffs in your drivelling mouth.

“Gonna add these t-to my collection.” You feel him smile against the outer edges of your claggy cunt, tittering at the stupid way your overspilling lips slacken with a soggy pwah! You’re hearing and feeling a long-winded woooosh from below once he takes a deeeep breath in with his over-delicate senses. “Th-thereeee we go. Cum all over my mouth, gorgeous.”

And if you were in any better state of mind perhaps you’d have noticed the way that Geto’s driving his hips into the bed like a damn dog when he sensed your scent peaking. Sensed you getting closer.

Ragged breaths striking your quivering pussy mercilessly and making your teeth sink desperately into the muggy jumble of underwear in your mouth. 

Your broken moans burst out even through that particular watergate, right along with a slithery trickle of saliva and a huff of “S-Suguru—” Craning your head to watch his nostrils flare with knowing, “Close- clo- cumming.”

Eyes flashing. Heart thumping not just within your rib cage.

When it rains, it pours. 

But you weren’t just pouring - you were flooding.

Such glutinous ropes of your orgasm, it sprays Geto’s sexy face in squirts. Clinging onto the edge of his glasses and forming little puddles right at the apples of his high cheeks.

Suddenly, you were oh-so-thankful for the way he’d stuffed your mouth mercilessly full - because by the rusted rasp in your throat, you’re sure you’re singing out shrill trills loud enough that his neighbors would file a noise complaint.

But that was the last thing on his mind.

The last thing- well, fuck, it wasn’t on his mind at all. Geto’s cooing at how unstable you feel, treacherous fingers mazing across your fat clit and giving her a goood few pushes just the way he would with his gameboys.

“Good girl-” he spits into your gapingly widened cunt, still suffering from the remnant tremors of your high and still slopping out wads of juices. Like a mantra, Geto’s dark brows scrunch in concentration, “Good girl good girl gooood fucking girl.”

Words hitching up into something shrill near the edge, he sounded as if he was fraying his sanity with every droplet of slick you pumped into his mouth. With every single second. 

Pushing his aching hot cock deeper and deeper into the sullied sheets. More. He needed more. 

Every sloppy swivel of your widely pried-apart pussy on his tongue made him leave an open-palmed smack! on your thigh. Other hand traipsing to pin your hips down with his big, vein-decorated forearm. 

He doesn’t want to let go.

You’re barely letting off a whine at the lack of friction before Geto lets his mouth depart from your cunt with a soggy pwah! Leaving a final few French kisses on his favorite sweet orifice, he’s pecking a loooong open-mouthed pathway up to your loosened maw.

“Good girl…” He hiccups, clammy forehead sticking against yours. Each syllable struggles to wrench past the leaden ball slowly forming on Geto’s mouth. 

The syrup-glazed lenses of his glasses clash into you, and Geto himself seems to notice. “Look what a fuckin’ mess ya made.” He’s gruffing out at the thick topping of oozing gloss that made the frame impossible to see through. 

Immediately pulling back a few millimeters to take them off and dump them on your own nose bridge. Unceremoniously. 

And it was so wet. 

Almost as wet as Geto’s features were - all showered in gunky dredges of glistening sap. It streaks all the way from his pointed chin and up to his handsome cheekbones. Beads of it hitting your panting chest in a pat! pat! pat!

Heaving out a shaky exhale, he’s pushing away a few elegant strands of charcoal bangs. 

“M’gonna…m’gonna fuck you now.” Sounding more as if he was talking to himself rather than you. Or perhaps both. Puffy folds being rubbed all raw with the depraved back and forth of his veiny under-shaft. “Gonna fuck you. So take it- take it.”

Geto stares deep into your whirling eyes while he sinks his hefty cock into you just as thoroughly. A clingy film sticks to his gaze, dazed and all half-hooded that you wondered if he could even register what was in front of him.

Crazed.

And he’s such a fucking tease, too. 

Creating a slimy trail of pasty pre all over your weakened inner thighs, he drags his bawling divot all over every stretch of your entrance. Around and around in circles. 

“B-big, huh? Better take it b-before I- make it- fit-” He’s echoing, dimples peaking out at the cute way your breath hitches once you feel the sheerly massive circumference of his fat tip. “Shhhh shh sh, s’alright- s’where you’re m-meant to ngh- be.”

Even for an alpha, he was always staggering - but having him stuffing you to the brim would be a whole other feeling. Would have you ruined. 

You’re peering up at him through humid lashes, borrowed glasses smearing wet splotches of slick underneath your skin. Eventually, those panties had found themselves spilling out of your unfastened jaw, “Meant to- hah! be?”

“Mhmmm— pretty omega.” You’re hit with a sudden wave of coaxing pheromones, the gentle salty breeze making your hips buck subconsciously upwards. Subconsciously aching. “This s’where you’re ngh- meant to be.”

And as much as Geto loved hearing whiny questions bubble their way up to your spit-layered lips, oh- was it so much more fun to eye down at your speechless self when he snugly squeezes just a mere sensual inch.

Leaning back to watch the way his bustling cock was stretching and stretching and stretching your tender walls flawlessly. You were taking him so ridiculously well. 

“Fuh-fuck you-” His plush pecs rumble with his bass from above, words tumbling. Hips rolling. And Geto was fucking gone- staring at you with wide, humorless eyes that you doubt were even seeing. “Fuck you- m’fucking you…fuck you fuck you fuck!”

With every sharp fah! being whirled into your loose mouth, Geto rubs his puffed-up veins into the tender mound of your cunt. You can’t help but count every rapid ba-dump—! his achy length throbs. 

Desperately. Rutting and rutting just to fit himself inside. 

Around the time he’s only halfway in, Geto circles one hand over his drenched base to skid taut O’s at the edge of your hole. Nudging his fat girth past your entrance and keening-

“M-more!” You’re barking out primally, your tongue tied into all sorts of bows and ribbons with the way this stretch was searing. And it was the best sort of tight fit, you were practically drooling all over again at the fleshy thwack! of Geto’s rounded balls smacking your thighs. “More, Sugu—”

“M-more…?”

It wasn’t just you - your luna needed more, too. 

You’re nodding and nodding- only to realize with a harsh muffle of Geto’s palm over your noisy mouth that he wasn’t even talking to you.

No, he was tittering away in a small sort of voice. Octaves higher. Strained. Goosebumps smatter all across your skin at the way he sounded so unstable. 

“More…” Irises flashing a glowy purple, fingers twitching where he held you. A loser like him. A nerd like him. “M-more she says.”

Fuck. 

Without another word - without another breath - Geto’s flipping you around with only one beefy palm clawing at your hip. Shoving your face deep into the puff of his nerdy pillows, he’s bottoming out with just one thrust-

You think you scream, you think you bawl once you feel his plummy mushroom head draw a long line of pre along the insides of your cervix. And your pussy felt so full you could burst, your walls crushed with all overpacked inches of his.

Finally. 

“Thaaaat’s it, that’s it-” He’s grunting through furiously clenched teeth, a hand crowning the back of your scalp and muffling your words into the bed. Hard. Fuck- he was going to pass out if you made another pretty sound. “S’where you belong.”

Ah, there it is - that little broken prayer.

Except, this time it was being respired in boiling hot pants against the tips of your ears. Was being wheezed out of Geto when he lurches his sweat-simmered hips back to hit your ass with a resounding pap!

“All f-fucked dumb on my ngh- biiig fucking cock, hm?” He tilts your head up with one hand, smiling to himself once he catches a glittery flash of spit leaking from your lips. “All…” A warm splatter! strikes your back, and only then do you realize that he’s slobbering. “Mine.”

And where Geto was talking all possessively - he was fucking you even more so.

In the blink of an eye, he’s planting two sets of fingers on either of your wrists and pulling all the way back, back, back. A length foot being placed right at the small of your spine to get you to bend in a delicious arch-

“Fuck!” Your cute voice rings hoarse, like music to his blushing ears. Struggling to regain the gasps of air leaving your lungs, “There- th-there.”

Oh, shit.

The way Geto was manhandling you was not only bending you in all sorts of lecherously pliable ways that had your slit dripping, it was making his rotund cockhead stub oh-so-viciously into your cervix. 

Rough. Probing. 

“H-heh, guess I lost my first kiss there, too.” He’s giggling out, biting down on the rugged mewls that threaten to depart every time your cunt swallows him whole. “Congrats on being my ngh- first, little omega— yer e-even better than my ngh- bodypillows of you.”

Bending you over ever-deeper, honestly- your walls were cloying onto him so desperately that it was making Geto’s heart pang with disappointment every time his ruddied tip recoiled back from the bottom of your sloppy pussy. 

He wanted to be this close to you forever. 

Treacling out stringy wads of pre, he’s furrowing brows and making sure each n’ every jackhammer fills you up impossibly. 

You can barely grapple for air at this point, the sloshes of syrup left after each barrelling strike leaving you star-struck. 

He grins, “Shit, d-do ya ever stop fuckin’ drooling? Gonna hafta call the f-fire department, girl.”

“Can’t help it–!” All you can do it let your mouth unlatch to warble whimper after whimper–

“C’mon now, gorgeous- aren’t ya ashamed?” Licking his lips free of your taste, Geto diverts more pressure to his foot. Hefty balls rippling wickedly against the sobbing end of your slit with just how easy you were to throw around like his favorite toy. Like his favorite figurines. “Look at what a mess yer making. Being fucked so f-filthy. And I haven’t even ngh- found it, yet.”

Haven’t found it. Oh, but he knew he was going to. He was going to make you scream.

Your syrupy whines slip into something desperate, “Y-you don’t know…?”

“Of course I f-fuckin’ know. Who d’ya think you’re ngh talking to?” As if you could forget you were being thoroughly pounded by the smartest person on campus right now. And evidently the filthiest, too. 

A ringed finger treks down to your sensitive nub, soothing over where you were throbbing the most violently. Cute. Lulling you into a sweet, sweet state of bliss before Geto pinches–

“Oh p-please!” You’re targeting your hazy vision over your shoulder, and somewhere along the lines Geto’s spectacles had slid cleanly off of you. Toes curling as his bloated head bludgeons just the creamy edges near your g-spot. “Please- y-you’re so close, Suguru-”

You didn’t know whether it was your heat or just Geto that had you so desperate. Your sparkless mind blames the latter.

“Am I?” He hums, leaning over so that the soft tendrils of his hair tickled your back. 

Whacking his painfully achy crownhead mere centimeters below your magical spots, and you’re starting to think he’s doing this on purpose. 

Geto starts holding it there for lingering French snogs into the steamy inner depths of your cunt and then you know he’s doing this on purpose. Spitting in your mouth with a smile. 

That mean bastard.

Jittering your hips to chase the texture of his curly pubic hair against your ass, he snickers. “Are you ngh- suuuure? You haven’t done a s-single one of your ngh- human biology essays lately, dirty girl.”

You’re molding your lips into a pout - difficult, with just how many loads of saliva were pouring out of you and cementing a puddle onto the Digimon pillows. “F-fuck you.”

“No…” You set free a gasp of air you didn’t know you were holding the very second he lets go of the rough foot anchoring your spine, instead- in only mere nanoseconds you find yourself jerked up into Geto Suguru’s hold with a hand at your throat. Back gluing against his glissading abs, even his voice was unbalanced and trembling now. “I’m fucking you, little omega.”

And you were about to remember it.

With an immediate pitch of his gasping breaths, Geto’s angled hips go from steadily ruined to sloppy. Calculated. 

He didn’t care if he made a mess of stringy slick that circled in the satiny sheets around the two of you, he didn’t care if your eyes were bulging out of their poor sockets when his pronounced hips dig into your backside with blistering bruises. 

He didn’t care for anything but digging the curled fringe of his fatly bloated tip right into the target of your g-spot. 

Mazing through your gluey folds and keeping them snugly open with his reddened girth, Geto knocks your sweetest spots with vengeance. 

“There–!” You call out, as if he hadn’t already felt the gooey seize of your pussy trying to hold him hostage. 

His mouth trudges over your throat, fingers roaming over to give your clit a nice few pinches. Meaningfully, “Here? Orrrr–” Punctuating each word, each second with a thorough drilling into your g-spot. “-here? Make up th-that ditzy lil’ mind. Seriously.”

Your head drunkenly crashes on top of his collarbone and stays there, “R-right here- there. Both, Sugu.”

“Again with the f-fucking Sugu-” Geto snarls out, though you can sense by his cloudy scent that he was anything but irritated with you. 

Your whines had quietened down into something more of an incoherent mess, and the main things ringing in Geto’s ears right now were the creaky protests of his bed and the clammy plops of his thrusts. 

“C’mon now— where’s my bossy fuck! omega? The one who loves her poor, nerdy Sugu?”

Arousal reaching a peak, and now that he’d found your g-spot, he was probing into it with fat thuds. Not just once or twice. Nooooo, it was over and over and- 

“Just w-wanna cum—” you’re sobbing out. Jerking your body like a bobble-head up and down to further feel the drag of his Herculean form behind you, to savor each ridge and sculpted curve sweatily massaging your back. “P-pleeeeease, Suguru. Let me cum?”

Swerving his tensing hips out alllll the way back to leave solid smooches ‘round your pussy entrance each and every time, and then there were the squelches-

Oh, you were just flooding a slippery sheen all over his hefty, swelling base. A viscid luster of slick that glided all the way down to drip off of his sack n’ between his legs. 

Your eyes manage to snatch themselves open- hissing at the realization that it was pooling especially around that particularly ballooned-up ring right over Geto’s breeder balls. 

Was that? With a shiver you’re rutting backwards, feeling for yourself the slow drag of his proud knot. Bigger than any else you’ve ever seen. It was. 

You rasp, throat itchy and raw. Sweltering droplets of tears streaming down your cheeks when he matches the stuttering beat of your heart with every pressurized push- “P-please.”

“Needy thing. Cum, huh?” Geto drawls out, voice thick with need and something else you were too stupid to register right now. He collides you even tighter against rippling pecs. Taking the sweet, sweet opportunity to poke his nose into your scent gland and steal a looooong breath of your overdriven pheromones. 

“Cum then, c-cum. Fucking cum all over my cock.”

Fuck, it’s with those exact words in mind that you do.

Startling straight headfirst into your high - and you don’t think you’ve even crashed into one wave of bliss before the other overtakes you. And another. And another-

“Oh g-god—” You’re trilling, only held up by the ruthless grip that Geto was maintaining. His hips were deep, and your pleasure even deeper. “-please. Please- please, Sugu-”

He’s hunching over your body ever-so-slightly, resting your thighs against his thick, flexing ones. Only bending you over to kiss your g-spot even more sinfully, Geto’s response comes out ragged into your lobes. “Tch, wh-what now?”

His ruby-red tip was blushing like a strawberry and just as plump - swirling around your treasure trove of spots, pounding you through each peak of your orgasm until you saw stars. 

“Cum i-insiiiide-” Your barely-audible groans spring out into the heady air, adding to its hypnotic mix of perfumes. And it’s not just the heat that made you crave Geto carnally, every pap! against the puffy ring at his base making you crave more more more- “Want it a-all up…”

You’re trailing off, melted mind unable to do multiple things at once. 

With tottering fingerpads, you’re trapping one of his palms underneath your own. Homing itself right above where his rounded tip was stretching open your insides, right above your womb.

“H-here, okay? Don’t miss-” 

You blink up at him and Geto thinks he might just be having a heart attack. Sparks fizzing around his sloshed brain, “Fuh-fuuuuck– don’t talk out of yer pussy, gorgeous.” He spanks your clit once. Twice just to watch your eyes glaze over stupidly. “Or m’gonna get you pregnant.” 

Soothing over that faint bulge he was fucking into your tummy, “Gonna h-have my baby growing allll up in here. Make you round and…” His voice sounds faint, whispering. “-big and…glowing. And…and pregnant.”

But, ah- you never did make it easy for him. Did you? Always had to have your way. 

Which Geto Suguru gladly gave. 

“But I want that, Sugu—” You pout, “Wan’ your knot…please?”

You didn’t have to say another word before Geto’s finishing off in such a messy way, reaching the biggest fucking orgasm he’s had in his entire life. The strongest. The most heavenly and oh- oh, were you an angel?

He’s collapsing onto the drenched sheets before he knows it, pinning you down with the strong v-line of his hips. 

“Shit-” Geto emits through the cracks in his bitten canines. “Shit shit shit- shit-”

You don’t know who’s losing their mind more, you or him. Falling into the well of a second, third, perhaps even fourth orgasm with how blissfully his fattened, split-ended cock bruised every nook of your adhesive-like walls. 

Your saliva cascades in puddles that soak the pillows through. “Suguruuu— a-are you okay-”

“Do I look okay?”

Sexily ridged abs kneading your back, hands scrambling on the mattress, inked shoulders shivering. His swollen knot hits and hits your pussymound. 

And it’s only once his trembly fingers latch around his glasses - fumbling, dropping it copious times before Geto manages to push them haphazardly onto his face. 

Tilting his head back just enough degrees to watch as the curved fringe of his knot disappears past your puffy folds. 

“There we- there…” He’s driveling clingy wads of translucent saliva, letting the stray pouring excess hit your fluttering hole with a splat! One eager thumb of Geto’s hooks into your entrance and bullies it aside to let his incredible perimeter sink iiiiiiiiin-

He’s melting into you now, spent. Ruined. “Get pregnant.” Geto whispers into your sweat-glossed shoulder blade once he feels the back of his knot get fully enveloped into your pussy with a gummy pop! Once he feels himself finally tip over- “Get pregnant.”

And it’s not just mindless babbling - it’s a promise. 

A promise that he rasps out time and time against with every wadded slip of seed that dollops out across your cervix. Pushing it so deep. Smearing acres of ribbony streaks all over your most precious orifices and spots. 

“Gonna know wh-what we did.” Geto whimpers, shit- he couldn’t pound his voluminous ounces of cum into you as aggressively as he wanted with this damn knot. “Entire campus. Professors. Everyone’s gonna know ngh- how I fucked ya full. F-fucked you pregnant. Gonna wonder.”

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

That didn’t stop him from wrenching out a hand to squeeze the ends of your sopping wet slit, forcing down on his very knot. Squeezing out so many numerous dredges of syrupy white cum that thwack! thwack! thwacks! a filthy second skin against your walls. 

“Fuh-fuuuuck— get pregnant, gorgeous.” He’s rutting. Grinding. Humping you like some beast more than man. “Gonna l-look at you all round n’ big and see me- me me me. Get pregnant get pregnant get-” 

Geto’s mouth parts at the pearly dewdrops of seed that leak from the overstuffed ends of your cunt. He can feel his entire body twitch, can feel his sharpened teeth lacquer so rabidly. 

He still wasn’t done.

Still letting one prespired forearm of his dangle around your neck, manhandling you into a fucking headlock. The other tracing the edges of his digits over your glands, squeezing until your skin was all tender and raw. 

And puffy. 

Perfect for him to tilt his head and bite—

“Ohhh- yes!” Every fibre of your being delights at the way Geto’s biting you so hard that you can smell crimson iron. Your pheromone bubble pops! to mix together with his own. Becoming one. And you can scent him - you can feel him. 

Glasses clashing, teeth tearing. Before you know it, you’re doing the same. “Suguruuuu— m’yours.”

Your mate latches onto the curves of your hips - your soon-to-be birthing hips. 

And the way Geto rediscovers that - tucking his face into the ruined, drenched fabric of those cherry pink panties and taking an endless, husky sniff - tells you that this was going to be a long, loooong night. 

“Mine.”

A/N. MMMMMMMMM NERD GETOOOOOOOO

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“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

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Summary: [adj] (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. not favored by the stars. ill-fated. refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy.experienced! suguru geto x inexperienced! reader

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. dirty talk. inexperience. virginity mention. pet names. teasing. kind suguru. fluff at the end. cunnilingus. overstimulation. foreplay. light manhandling. reader's first orgasm. fem orgasm. hints of size kink. praise kink.

❥ note: This story takes place before the Hidden Star Plasma Vessel Arc of JJK> It's also more of an AU, taking place when all characters are 18+.

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Ever since your last encounter with Suguru, you haven’t been able to think of anything else. Even when you were out doing the simplest errands, you would get the most minor reminders of him. Whether it was the savory scent of his eucalyptus cologne at the florist or the taste of his favorite soba from the shop across the street, you couldn’t get your mind off of him.

 It had been a few days since you last saw him. He told you that Jujutsu High was going to keep him busy for the next few days but as soon as he had free time, he would stop by. 

You didn’t know much about Jujutsu High, only that Suguru and his friends were very dedicated to whatever they were doing there. Sometimes he'd come back to you after being gone for a week or so, stressed and worn out. 

You had to remind him to take care of himself mentally and physically or else he’d burn himself out. He would just smile as if nothing was wrong and tell you not to worry yourself. He felt he had to carry this burden on his own but you wanted to show him you were there for extra support.

Sugu

[3:23] Are you home, love?

You hastily grab your phone and read the message, a grin spreading across your face. 

(y/n)

[3:23] Yeah! I’m home!

[3:24] Are you coming over? I miss you.

Sugu

[3:26] I’ve missed you too.

[3:26] Yeah I’ll be over later. I’ll bring some groceries.

[3:27] I’ll cook for you tonight ;)

Dropping your phone, you rushed into your bedroom and started digging through your wardrobe looking for something to wear. Usually, you would wear whatever’s comfortable and call it a day but tonight, you wanted to wear something special. You wanted to convince yourself it was because Suguru was cooking for you but you secretly were wishing that there was a repeat of the other night.

Eagerly, you changed into a baby pink satin slip dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. You did a quick turn in the mirror, admiring yourself for a moment before opening your jewelry box and putting your favorite diamond studs in your ears. For makeup, you kept it simple and went for light mascara and eyeliner. You finished the look with a thick strawberry-flavored lip gloss. 

By the time you finished getting ready and tidying up around your apartment, you heard a knock at your door. Your heart throbbed and for some reason, you were starting to feel anxious once again. Maybe getting dolled was a bad idea. What if he thought it was too much for a home dinner? Groaning, you pause and take a deep breath.

“Just answer the door. Just do it.” 

Hastily wandering over to the door, you swing it open to reveal Suguru standing there casually with two bags of groceries in his hands. He was more casual in his dress, wearing an oversized band tee and baggy jeans to match. His long, black hair was tied up in his usual man bun and a silver chain carelessly hung from his long neck, glistening under the fluorescent lights of the hallway. 

“Wow, babe.” He grins at you, taking in you in all your glory, “You look beautiful.”

Before you could realize you’d moved, you had your arms wrapped around his waist in a warm embrace and your face pressed into his chest. The familiar scent of that high-end cologne you loved wafted over you, relaxing your every muscle.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You look up at him, “Are you feeling okay? Are you eating well?”

Suguru sighs and kisses your forehead, “I’m doing just fine, sweetheart. You’re always taking care of me so I wanted to take care of you for a change.”

You bury your face into his chest again, “You do more than enough…”

Suguru heart flutters at your softness. Only you could make him feel this defenseless. 

“Come on. Let me make you dinner.”

Suguru spent the next hour preparing delicious homemade ramen. He admitted to not having the best culinary skill and having to look up a recipe online but you didn’t care. As long as he was making it and having fun, you were happy. 

After fumbling around the kitchen for what seemed like an eternity, the meal was finally finished. He set the pot to a simmer and made you both a hearty bowl. The two of you enjoyed dinner at your kitchen island, talking about a myriad of things ranging from how your days went to the latest episode of a mystery series you both binge. 

The rest of the night was spent on your balcony stargazing and watching the restless neighborhood below you. Suguru had propped his feet up on the railing while you just laid back and enjoyed the sounds of the hectic city nightlife. 

As you sat in silence, you began to reflect on your blossoming relationship with Suguru. You thought about how lucky you were to find someone as kind and considerate as him. Not many men were patient enough to deal with someone as new to this as you were. You knew it was a turn-off to some but Suguru respected your boundaries. He didn't make you feel bad or insecure about learning at your own pace. No matter how slow that may be. He was perfect.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.” You purr.

He chuckles, “If you say so.”

“Suguru?” You play with your fingers nervously, “What made you come up to me?”

Suguru peers through his bang at you, a goofy smile on his face, “You were just so adorable. I couldn’t pass you up.”

“Suguru, I’m being serious!” You whine.

He snickers, “Okay, okay. Let me think. Honestly, you looked so sexy that day. That tiny, little skirt? Those thigh highs?"

Suguru's eyes meet your legs and you press your knees together anxiously. 

"Then when I finally got to talk to you and I realized you were as sweet and innocent as could be, you had me wrapped around your little finger. I thought maybe you were playing with me, but nope, you were the real deal. Honestly, it turned me on. You turned me on.”

A wave of heat washed over your body. 

“Is that really what you thought?” You whispered, your breathing slowing as you felt a dampness between your legs.

He props his cheek against his knuckles, “Mhm. I thought about eating that little cunt of yours, too."

“B-Baby!” You squeaked, turning away from him out of embarrassment. 

Suguru grins, “I’m sorry, baby. Couldn’t help myself. Was just being honest.”

There was a pause.

“Suguru? H-Have you ever done that before?”

He perked up, “What? Eat pussy?”

You nod, keeping your back turned to him, “Y-Yeah.”

“Yes. I enjoy it very much.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Do you want me to do that for you?”

You jump, “O-Oh-! I-I…um…”

You were actually considering this. If your face could get any hotter, you’d explode. You wanted to go further with Suguru but you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle something like this. He’s never even seen you naked before! What if he didn’t like what he saw? So many questions ran through your mind. You were scared, but you trusted him.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want to, sweetheart."

“I-I…wanna try this with you, Sugu." You turn to face him, "I wanna feel…it."

Suguru studies you, "Feel what?"

"Y-Your tongue on me…"

His pants were feeling tight all of a sudden.

"Will you be gentle?” 

Suguru hummed, “Always, baby.”

Standing up from his seat, Suguru strode over to you and held his hand out. Obliging, you take it and allow him to lead you back inside your dark apartment and into your bedroom. The space was starting to feel foreign to you now that you were in it under these circumstances. Your whole body was starting to shake with adrenaline and Suguru stopped you right at the foot of the bed.

“You sure you’re up for this, sweetheart?” 

You nod, “Yes. I want to do this with you. Only you.”

You stand on your tippy toes and pull Suguru into a heated liplock. You usually weren’t the first to initiate kisses. Suguru wasn’t complaining, however. Snaking his arms around your waist, he pulls you in excruciatingly close, your body meshing almost painfully with his own. His hands crept up the curvature of your back before dropping themselves to your ass. He squeezes it firmly, a gasp escaping you much to his liking.

“So cute, baby.” He guides you to the bed and allows you to perch yourself right at the edge. Your hands fall to your lap as he towers over you. “Do you wanna keep your pretty dress on? It would be a shame to ruin it.”

You shake your head, dumbfounded. He smiles at this and dips a finger underneath the strap holding it up, carefully sliding it down your shoulder inch by inch until your dress falls to your waist, completely exposing your bare upper body. Your mind was whirling at this point, the urge to cover yourself with your arms rising in you. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?” 

Suguru leans over your body and kisses you, engulfing you in his own overwhelming heat. His necklace dangles wildly between the two of you, the cool feeling of the silver occasionally grazing your fevered skin. 

“Can I touch you?”

“Y-Yes, please.” You murmur.

A cold hand rests itself on your breast, tenderly massaging the supple skin. Suguru studies your expression, making sure you are content before moving to capture your perky nipple between his middle and index finger. He gives it a gentle squeeze, making you squirm uncontrollably. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers as he drops to his knees in front of you, letting his hands follow behind him to your hips as he settles himself in front of your legs. 

Looking up at you with unbridled lust, he peppers sugary kisses from your kneecap to your inner thigh, slowly prying your legs open as he moves in to get a better look at your core. His kisses felt like little sparks against your skin. 

“Fuck, you’re always so wet.” He mutters to himself, hooking his fingers into your lacy panties, “I’ve thought about this for a long time.”

“Y-You have?” 

“Mhm. Told you, I’ve been waiting to eat this pretty pussy since day one.” He slides the thin fabric of your undies down your legs until they're off your body. He then stops for a moment to examine you and you clamp up.

“I-Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head, "No, baby. I was just thinking you really do have a pretty pussy. And it's all for me. May I touch it?"

You shook and gave him a nod, "Y-Yes."

He hums and settles his hand right above your pubic area, letting his thumb rub tight circles into your swollen nub. A loud moan erupts from your chest at the sensation and you fall back into the cushion of your mattress, unable to keep yourself steady anymore.

"Look at you. My tongue isn't even on you yet and you're a wreck." His thumb speeds up, "If this is how you react to my fingers, I can't wait 'til I get to fuck you."

Suguru removes his thumb, earning a disappointed whimper from you but he'd make it up to you. Gripping your thighs, he nips at the skin and gets close to your opening. You were still so wet from his previous ministrations but the thought of him burying his face between your legs made your pussy practically leak.

"Suguru, w-what does it feel like?"

"I don't know, hun. Never had my pussy eaten before." He jokes lightly. You gave him a little kick to his shoulder with your foot and he giggled. 

"I assume it feels amazing. A lot of girls like it."

"They do?"

"Yes, especially when I do it."

Another shiver.

"Most men aren't too good at it. A lot of them are fucking mediocre at it honestly. But me," His eyes flick to yours, "I'm not."

His words hung in the air. They felt like a promise.

You took a deep breath, "Sugu-"

"One more time. Are you still up for this?" He hums.

Unable to think, you just nod. Suguru didn't take this as an answer. He wanted verbal confirmation to ensure you were fully aware of what you were getting into. 

"I need you to use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want."

"Yes, Suguru. Please. I need your mouth on me."

He couldn't resist you. Propping your shapely legs against his shoulders, Suguru moves in close enough that his breath wafts against your drenched skin. He slowly proceeds and gives you an experimental lick up the entirety of your cunt. A sudden bolt of energy shot up your spine from his touch and you were arching up off the bed because of it. You didn't expect it to feel this insane.

"Fuck, you're just as sweet as I imagined." He moans, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to keep your legs from shutting against his face, "No one's ever eaten this cunt before?"

You shake your head, stunned.

"Lucky me." 

Suguru's ribbed tongue prods gently at your tiny opening, teasing you for a bit before circling your clit carefully. He diligently watches how you whine softly and tighten up every time he goes to playfully stick his tongue in your previously untouched hole. He could do that all night and have plenty of fun from it, but the urge to have you cum on his face was greater.

Skillfully, Suguru's tongue strokes your pulsating nub, gaining a loud, wavering cry from those pretty lips of yours. He was already getting hard off your taste alone but your sounds were making it much worse. He continues whisking his tongue around until one of your hands darts to his hair, seeking purchase of any kind to keep yourself from thrashing around.

"M-Mmph-" 

Your fingers faintly massage his scalp. You were no longer holding back your delicate sobs of pleasure, your hips hesitantly swaying with his motions. His dick was straining against the confinement of his jeans at the sight.

"Oh, I'm gonna end up addicted to you, baby. Those pretty moans of yours are driving me crazy." He grunts, slapping his hand against one of your ass cheeks. A ragged gasp follows.

Craving to hear more, Suguru wraps his lips around your clit and suckles hungrily, chasing your addicting sounds of ecstasy. The pleasure was starting to be too much to bear. Your moans were flowing freely from your lips now, loud enough to possibly wake the neighbors from their slumber. You were starting to feel it again. That feeling from the other night.

"Suguru-" You call his name in a pitched voice, "I-I feel it again-"

He moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you go numb for a split second. He had no plans on stopping but he wouldn't push you if you decide to pull back. Reaching upwards, his hands settle on your neglected breasts, giving them firm squeezes as he starts sucking harder on your abused core.

Your legs start to rattle and a thin layer of sweat covers your body as you creep closer to the brink of release. The muscle in your chest rapidly thrummed in your throat until it became almost painful. Your heart felt like it would give out any second and Suguru was going to be the one that caused it.

"B-Baby-", Your hands cover his own on your chest for support as you were finally teetering on the edge, "Please-"

You sounded so frightened.  He ached at hearing you in such sweet torment. His brain wanted him to back off. To let you gather yourself. But he refused. He knew that the pain would quickly fade. 

Flicking his tongue sporadically, Suguru harshly dragged you closer to him so you couldn't run off. His pointed nose was pressed flush against your skin and his mouth latched on for dear life. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

Gripping the sheets deathly tight, you slammed your eyes shut and you wailed Suguru’s name one last time into the cold air of your bedroom. You’d erupted, your body convulsing with every pulse of your walls around the empty space he left you with. Suguru secured your legs as you bucked wildly against his face, riding out the high until you were completely drained. 

Coming down from your euphoric peak, you lay motionless, utterly spent from what you just experienced. You could hardly catch your breath. You could feel Suguru press one last sloppy kiss to your core before backing away. Damn, did he look good.

He looked just as spent as you. His breathing was agonizingly slow, a thick layer of your juices covered his handsome face, and the sultry look of want was plastered over his features. He looked as if he was ready to crack and take you right there. He really did enjoy it just as much as you did.

“You alright, babe?” He asked, standing up to tower over you again, "Was it too much?"

“I’m okay. It was kinda scary.” You confessed.

“You did so well. I'm so proud of you.” He gives you a smooch and you could taste your essence lingering on his lips. “I know something like this wasn’t easy for you.”

You smile, “I’m glad I did this with you.”

You sit up and look between your bodies to see Suguru was still hard. 

“Did you want me to-?”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Tonight was all about you. We’ll have time for that soon enough.”

He rolls off the top of you and rests beside you on your queen-sized bed. He sets his hands on his abdomen and lets the chaotic energy of what had just occurred settle down. You both just took in each other's presence in tranquil silence.

"(Y/N)."

You turn your head to see him staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I wasn't completely honest with you earlier."

"What do you mean?"

"About the day we first met."

What could he have possibly meant? 

"I’m usually never nervous when I approach a girl, y’know? But you…you made me nervous that day." 

“I-I made you nervous?”

He nods, “I’ve never got involved with someone as soft and genuine as you. I was worried I’d scare you off. I come across as kind of cold to a lot of people. I'm aware of this. I'm not used to being so open with my emotions and that's something I'm working through. Honestly, I felt inadequate. Undeserving of your care. But you made me want to do better. To be better because…"

There's a pause.

"Because…I didn't want to break your heart. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I hurt the one pure thing in my life."

You hide your face away in his bicep, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at his heartfelt confession. He freezes when he notices this.

"I-I didn't mean to upset you-"

"I'm not upset, Suguru. I'm happy." You beamed, the salty droplets running down your cheeks one after another, "I'm happy that we met."

He sighs, "I'm happy we met, too."

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[stillalittlelostngl]

Chiloé

A butterfly flaps it’s wings in the west and a storm begins brewing in the east.

Your story is different this time around. There was no curse that attacked you as a child and no sorcerer that ever came to you rescue. There was only a lonely girl who’d been told all her life that the monsters she sees are just the result of a child’s mind trying to make sense of what it saw during a civil war. It’s a story that never added up in your mind - the puzzle pieces of information never quite aligning with what you knew to be true.

It wasn’t until you met the leader of the Star Religious Group that the pieces of your story actually began to fit into place but you find that you’re left with more questions than when you started.

(Can be read with or without reading the original original work that this branches off of )

It was around 1:43AM when you began to question what exactly it was that made you agree to a late night work sesh in the campus library.

It wasn’t your usual scene - you preferred to work out of the student center or one of the small cafes near campus. Someplace bustling with life as opposed to the haunted house that the library turned into during exams week. Students looking like corpses wandered the halls and large shadows tended to trail not too far behind them. By this point you knew where the twisted forms tended to congregate so you struck a deal that if you had to study in the library it would be in the reserved room in the archive space that most students never had to go near and you made sure your setup was facing away from the door so you didn’t have to see the figures should they happen to pass by it’s small window.

You’d grown used to having to take such measures to ensure your mind wouldn’t be pushed to the edge and you’d finally snap like your mother feared (though she’d never voice as much). Unfortunately, if it wasn’t the haunting forms that drove you crazy, the low hum of the fluorescent ceiling lights and the rhythmic tapping of Hisoka’s perfectly manicured nails across her keyboard would.

You spared a glance towards the source of your torment. Of course she was still diligently working away at her own midterm paper. You’re certain her eyes hadn’t left that computer screen since the two of you got set up in the space four hours ago. Your professors had been praising her since freshman year for being a hardworking scholar and it was never unwarranted.

You weren’t a slacker yourself, you just preferred a work-life balance that accounted for a full 8 hours of sleep.

You could practically feel your eyes glaze over as you stared back at your laptop, trying to will your sleep deprived mind to make any sense of the article on screen. Unfortunately, zero synapses were firing at the moment.

You couldn’t help the small off of a sigh that escaped your lips as you leaned back into the miserably uncomfortable chair (honestly with how much y’all pay in tuition there was no reason for them to be cheap with anything, especially seating) and you debated if it would be rude to cut the joint session early and head back to your shared apartment. It was late. Way too late to be thinking on the philosophical implications of aesthetics and morality and you’d be absolutely useless for any type of studying tomorrow if you didn’t leave soon.

Your eyes move back over to where Hisoka is sitting, prepared to give her the bad news of her study buddy’s departure.

“I take it you’re finished with pretending to be productive?” she questions, a slight quirk to her lips as her eyes never leave her work.

You suck your teeth at the question but can’t stop the smile at having been so obvious. You’d done this song and dance with her for several midterm weeks now, she probably knew you were ready to go long before you did.

“I wasn’t pretending,” at least not for the first hour and a half. In your humble opinion you made very decent headway into your paper and got more than enough work done for one day.

That pulled her gray eyes away from the screen as she meets you with an incredulous look you’ve grown all too familiar with, “I could see you watching a movie in the reflection.”

You follow where her finger points to the small window of the room’s door and sure enough, your laptop display is reflecting in a crisp reflection back at you.

“It wasn’t a long one”

“I’m sure,” she said with a small laugh as she closed her laptop, “let’s get going then.”

You gave a quick and silent prayer in thanks to whatever god would listen as you eagerly followed her lead and packed up.

The two of you couldn’t get out of the place fast enough for you. Being in the library during midterms and finals week truly made your skin crawl to no end.

Once outside, and free of the horrors the library housed you stretched your arms above your head and inhaled the cool spring air. The nights were still cool but spring would quickly turn to summer soon enough and you’d be that much closer to graduation. While you were excited with everything that would come with being done with school and getting your degree, a small part of you didn’t want to believe that the world you’d built for yourself over the past few years would be gone - practically overnight.

It was a miserable thought on an otherwise beautiful night.

The groundskeepers always made sure that the campus looked beautiful and despite how exhausted you were you were halfway tempted to make a detour to appreciate their hard work.

“My mom’s excited for your visit,” Hisoka said, her voice breaking the comfortable silence as the two of you made your way home, “she loves having guests over so apologies if she goes a bit,” she trailed off as she gave a noncommittal wave of her hand. It’s a habit she picked up from you early into meeting that her mother hates. At least she that’s what Hisoka reported back to you the first day back from spring break freshman year, “you know”

And you do know. You imagine it’ll be a similar reaction to your own mother’s when Hisoka first visited your home a few summers ago. Overbearing, but in the endearing way that only a mother could be.

“Nah, it’ll be all good. I’m excited too,” Hisoka had been asking you for ages to go back with her to Japan one of these days and you’d finally saved up enough money from your part time job to justify such an expensive trip. You’d been a bit nervous when first discussing it, you’d never been abroad before - or rather, you hadn’t been abroad since you were a kid. (You supposed on a technicality you were currently abroad as part of your country’s refugee diaspora but it’s not quite the same)

Being so far from home in an unfamiliar place was a bit nerve wracking but as the days got closer to spring break you found that the trip served as your light at the end of the tunnel. The nervous twisting in the pit of your stomach had nearly been completely forgotten at this point.

“One of the days we’re there we should visit the temple. We can give you a tour - the grounds are really big and have the most beautiful gardens. You’ll love them.”

It’s an offhand comment but you feel your smile strain a bit.

She’d spoken about the temple and her religion a few times over the course of your friendship. From what you understood it was some branch of Buddhism that involved astral mysticism. To what extent exactly or what their actual teachings were, you weren’t too sure. She’d never really gone into depth about it and the information is nowhere to be found online or in any book. Apparently they didn’t want outsiders to have access to the information? Hisoka had explained it when you first brought it up to her and you’d assumed it was a closed religion so you didn’t imagine they’d take too kindly to a foreigner walking around their place of worship.

“You sure that would be fine? Ion want anyone mad I’m in their business or nothin.” You weren’t really the religious type either so you imagine that wouldn’t help with things. You had to take a few theology and world religion courses as part of your required classes so Buddhist practices weren’t entirely new to you but with most different sects of any religion there’s fifty-level different rules that breaking would cause great offense to those who practice. A part of you worried about doing or saying the wrong thing that would result in Hisoka and her family being unable to show their face around the temple ever again.

You couldn’t help the way your face scrunches up in indignation when she had the audacity to chuckle at your genuine concern.

“Nobody’s going to care - there’s visitors coming and going all the time,” she reassured after regaining her composure, “Mom can give you the same history lesson of the grounds and the practice that she gives all the other visitors too.”

“History lesson?” your face fell, the idea sounding entirely unappealing, “Ain’t the whole point of spring break to celebrate being done with learning?” any other time the prospect probably would’ve been interesting but your professors had been putting you through it this semester. You’d really been looking forward to giving yourself some kind of break. You were starting to get that weird static-y fuzzy feeling like how a TV looks when it has no transmission signal , “After Friday I’m avoiding education of any sort till finals roll around.”

“Funny, I thought you did plenty of that during this semester.”

You roll your eyes and playfully knock your shoulder into hers - an action that earns you an affronted ‘hey’ in return that you pointedly ignore. She’d been haggling you this year about your apparent development of senioritis. Unfortunately there was no cure but you found most of your classes fairly easy regardless. She seemed to forget that her coursework and yours were distinctly different and playing in hypotheticals and theorizing came much more easily to you than dealing in absolutes.

Maybe it said more about you than the university’s standards, but bullshiting your way through a class when all you had to do was justify it with a convincing enough argument meant that you had much more free time to do with as you pleased.

“C’mon, it’s not like you’re going to be quizzed after. Besides, it would really mean a lot to my mom,” it meaning a lot to her too but what’s understood doesn’t need to be explained.

A heavy weight settles in your chest at her words and how her gray eyes bore into yours, pleading and hopeful as she tries to convince you to let her share this part of her life with you. It’s such a simple request from a friend and so in the end, you agree.

In the future you’d find yourself reflecting on this moment. Insignificant as it was when you said the words, they’d come to shape the course of your life and reality as you knew it. It’s almost funny how such simple shifts in course and paths to revelation begin with such mundane pretenses.

You agreed because Hisoka Nomura is a good friend and those were rather hard to come by for you. Or at least it had been when you were younger.

Growing up, others always knew there was something a bit off about you. You didn’t have to tell them about the creature’s you saw or the vibrating pulse of something under your skin when you were stressed for them to know you weren’t ‘normal'. You can’t recall ever feeling normal either. You were a foreigner in every place you’d ever known in the most extraterrestrial of ways.

Only, unfortunately for you, you had more of a Killer Klowns from Outer Space vibe goin for you as opposed to something like the existential beauty and unknown nature of the cosmos.

You were The Thing from another world. An alien that adapted by hiding yourself inside imitations of humanity. You’d learned early on that without adapting and changing, others could sniff out the peculiar scent of you. It was almost an instinctual knowing that something different shared their space.

When you were young, the forms you’d take to blend in were nothing but haphazard biomass stitched together with the remains of half-remembers parts of a part. Over the years you’d perfected the image with every action (or inaction) until those around you couldn’t see just how different you truly were.

Sometimes, though, you’d be discovered.

(Your eyes would be drawn to an unoccupied corner of the room. They’d watch as your pupils dilated and your breath caught in your throat in a choked noise at the sight of the empty space. Their own face would contort; disgust evident as they’d ask if you were okay. What you would give to be able to show them the twisted sight of the creature that was too revolting for you to ignore.)

They’d think you ‘sick’ or ‘weird’ and distance themselves.

It was different with Hisoka though. Or rather, Hisoka was what was different.

Your form never caused her face to twist into something foul when you slipped up. She’d never judged you for the images your mind created or the odd eccentricities you developed to cope with them. To be seen as you were, even partially or in small moments, and not be turned away was something you’d convinced yourself for so long would be impossible.

She was a very good friend, better than any you’d come to know, and now she was asking this one small favor of you.

What an awful thing it would be to turn her down.

_________

during the week of important exams curses were damn near lining every inch of the library so you tried to avoid it but if your close friend begged you to go with and you couldn’t think of some reasonable excuse to get out of it you’d agree. Your classmates just thought you had a hard time with silence or something 

You actively avoided going into hard science majors because those kids were downright miserable and the amount of cursed spirits on their side of campus and in their lecture halls were proof enough of it

You don’t dislike education or devalue it, you just chose coursework that was better suited to your strengths so you never had to push yourself with very many all nighters or stressed out studying 

You also took classes that would be harder for you freshman year because you’re pretty self aware and knew by the time you get close to the finish line you’d be burnt out 

Hisoka taught you Japanese - you’re still learning but close to fluent-ish

Her version of teaching you was basically just having all the media & convo in the apartment be Japanese until you picked it up. She doesn’t have much patience to do it in an instructional way  

In my mind cursed energy can kind of be felt by every living thing and it’s a distinct thing that even those without it can pick up on. Like smelling rain before it storms. When regular degular folks encounter cursed users they can pick up on the excess (to them) energy someone possesses. In most countries folks tend to write it off but reader grew up around a lot of superstitious folks so they zeroed in on the difference and her childhood was kinda spent dealing with the effects of that (kinda like how Mimiko and Nanako were zeroed out as being different to the villagers of their home but reader didn’t experience that level of physical abuse for it. It was more of a social ostracism type thing that happened during a developmentally significant part of her life so she carries that with her and is a bit too defensive cuz of it)

[cumironi]

ARE YOU A GOOD GIRL? jjk men.

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

sum. d!ck inside, gasp and moan filling the room. your boyfriend pays you a visit and one praise they have you cum just in a second, and what do they do? oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that’ they said.

warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, established 23 you & 31 them, praise kink, petname(s), name-calling(s), overstimulated, dirty talk,

GOJO SATORU

your dorm room was dim, just the amber glow of your bedside lamp flickering against the walls and casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of your bodies. his shirt was tossed somewhere by your desk chair, your panties slung haphazardly over your open textbook—because of course gojo had bent you over your desk first, saying something like “might as well break in your study spot properly, baby.”

but now you were on the bed, flat on your back, his silver hair a messy halo as he hovered over you, hips grinding into yours at a slow, relentless pace. skin hot and sticky, your legs trembling around his waist, your breath coming out in ragged little gasps.

“look at you,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple as he dragged his cock out to the tip, just to slam it back in. “fuck, baby—you’re taking me so good.”

your nails clawed at his back. “s-satoru—!”

he groaned at the way your voice cracked, the way you clenched down on him so tight the second he said something nice. “mm? what was that? you like that? like being told how good you are for me?”

your walls fluttered around him. violently.

his eyes widened.

“oh my god,” he said, stilling completely inside you. “no fuckin’ way.”

you were already whining, shifting your hips to chase friction, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, staring at you like he just struck gold.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “you’re gonna cum just from that.”

your face was burning. “shut up—”

but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. this was gojo.

“ohhh, no no, now i have to test it,” he grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. “you like being praised, baby? does it make that pretty pussy all messy?”

you whimpered as his free hand slid down, thumb circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes.

“you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl—letting me fuck you like this, letting me ruin that smart little college brain. i know you’ve been working hard all week, haven’t you?”

your hips bucked hard.

“ah—there it is,” he laughed, almost mean. “my filthy little overachiever. studying all day just to get ruined by my cock at night.”

his strokes picked up. so did his words.

“so proud of you, baby. so proud of this body—these thighs, this tight little cunt that’s soaking for me. you’re just perfect. my perfect, obedient, desperate girl—”

your orgasm hit like a truck.

you cried out, back arching violently, legs locked around him as your whole body seized beneath him. your walls clamped around his cock so hard it knocked the air out of him, and for once, satoru gojo was left speechless.

“f-fuck—holy shit—”

he collapsed on top of you, still twitching inside, and laughed breathlessly against your neck. “you just came from that,” he murmured, grinning like he just won the lottery. “from me telling you how good you are.”

you were still trembling.

“i’m never shutting the fuck up again,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “you’re so screwed, baby.”

and he meant that in every way possible.

GETO SUGURU

it was late—past midnight kind of late—and you’d just finished a soul-sucking group project that left you drained, grumpy, and snapping at anyone who looked at you sideways. which is why, when suguru showed up unannounced, you didn’t even question it. you just fell into his chest with a soft sigh, letting him carry you to the bed like he always did when you were too tired to move.

he kissed you like he missed you. slow and deep, tongue gliding past your lips like he had nowhere else to be. you didn’t even realize when he’d slipped your shirt off, or how your panties were already pushed to the side, or how the heat of his cock was nudging at your folds, thick and pulsing.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips.

you didn’t.

so he sank in slow, the stretch burning just right, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, your fingers knotted in the strands of his hair still tied back lazily. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out.

“fuck, baby—you’re always so tight for me,” he groaned, his pace steady and firm, hips slapping into yours with a controlled rhythm. “even after all this time.”

you bit your lip, already feeling your body light up like a fuse had been lit in your spine. but you didn’t say anything. not yet.

he noticed it right away—how you squeezed around him the moment his voice dropped, all deep and sweet.

his brows lifted, that soft, wicked smile tugging at his lips.

“wait,” he said, rocking into you deeper. “you like that?”

you tried to look away.

“no, no—don’t hide,” he chuckled, catching your jaw and turning your face back to his. “you’re telling me you get off on a little praise?”

you shook your head. a clear lie.

“liar,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. always so wet. always so eager to be filled up.”

you gasped—your body jolted—and your cunt squeezed around him so tight it dragged a curse from his throat.

“oh my god,” he laughed, unhinged now. “you’re fucking serious.”

he started fucking into you harder, deeper. his hand slid down your body, resting on your stomach, pressing there so he could feel how deep he was.

“i’m gonna ruin you with this,” he said, gaze dark with something close to awe. “just words, baby? just a few sweet nothings and you’re this close to cumming? fuck—look at you.”

you couldn’t hold back the noises anymore. every time he praised you—every filthy compliment, every soft ‘good girl’—your moans got louder, your legs shook harder, and your nails dug into his arms like you were holding on for dear life.

“such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. “taking me so well. doing so good, baby. you’re so beautiful like this—messy, fucked out, desperate.”

your body locked up.

he felt it, smirked, and gripped your hips tighter. “that’s it. cum for me. show me how much you love hearing how proud i am of you.”

and with a shattered whimper, you came. violently. full-body trembling, eyes rolling, breath stuttering as you soaked his cock.

he groaned into your mouth, slowing down just enough to ride you through it, kissing your lips softly like he hadn’t just broken you in half with his voice.

“mmm, my girl’s got the cutest kink,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as you struggled to catch your breath. “you just gave me a fuckin’ god complex.”

you blinked up at him, dazed.

he grinned, leaned down, and whispered, “don’t worry. i’m gonna make you cum every single time i call you my good girl.”

and the worst part? you knew he would.

NANAMI KENTO

you didn’t expect him to show up at your dorm this late. he rarely came over without warning—he was punctual, predictable, always so polite about it. but tonight, something in his voice over the phone had made your stomach twist with anticipation. his “i’m coming over” had been low, firm, and left no room for argument.

so now you were here. back pressed against your desk, your shirt halfway open, your skirt bunched up around your waist, and nanami on his knees in front of you like a man starved. his tie was off, sleeves rolled up, glasses long forgotten on your nightstand, and you were struggling to breathe through the way his tongue moved over you—slow, devastating, focused.

“you’ve had a long week,” he murmured between licks, his voice thick with restraint. “thought i’d help you relax.”

your legs were already shaking, and you barely managed to stutter his name before he stood, towering over you, fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. you could see it in his face—the slight pink in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw—that he was holding back.

and when he slid inside you?

oh god.

the stretch was perfect, deep, almost too much. you moaned openly, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes fluttering as he started thrusting into you slow and controlled, like he wanted to memorize the way your body reacted to each push.

and then—you clenched around him. tight.

the second he muttered, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

he paused, eyes flicking up to your face. “...was that because of what i said?”

your mouth parted. you hesitated.

he stared for a beat, and then—something in him changed.

“interesting,” he breathed, voice suddenly darker. “so that’s what gets you dripping like this.”

he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, hard enough to knock a choked moan out of you.

“you want to be praised, is that it?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucked you into the desk. “want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

you whimpered.

he caught your face in his hand, made you look him in the eye. “you’re such a good girl for me. letting me have you like this. always so polite, so obedient—until i get you alone.”

you broke. you fucking broke.

your body went stiff, orgasm ripping through you before you could even warn him, clenching and throbbing so tight around his cock that his next groan sounded almost pained.

“fuck,” he muttered, hips stuttering. “you just came.”

you hid your face in his neck.

he didn’t stop.

he fucked you through it, whispering into your skin, “you did so well, darling. came so beautifully for me. i didn’t even have to touch you.”

and then, very softly: “what a filthy, perfect girl you are.”

you nearly sobbed.

he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you on the bed—still inside you, still throbbing hard.

“don’t think we’re finished,” he said, sliding out slow, teasing, only to push back in and make you gasp. “not when i’ve just discovered how to ruin you.”

he kissed your forehead, lips soft and reverent.

“i’m going to praise you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

and knowing him? he meant it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you knew what kind of night it was going to be the moment toji showed up at your door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place, shirt already unbuttoned halfway down and a smug glint in his eyes that said trouble. the man had no business looking that good at midnight.

"heard you’ve been stressin’ over your exams," he said, stepping inside without waiting. "figured i’d help you take the edge off."

“oh?” you quipped, cocky—until his hand gripped your throat lightly, tilting your head back just enough for his mouth to meet yours. and like always, he didn’t ease into it. his kiss was tongue and teeth and a little bite to your bottom lip that made your knees weak.

you didn’t even know when your panties came off. or when he bent you over your desk, your cheek pressed against open textbooks and crumpled lecture notes. all you felt was the heavy drag of his cock, thick and slow, sliding inside until you were full—so full you whimpered.

“fuck, always so tight,” he groaned, pressing his chest to your back. “like you’ve been waiting for me.”

he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you like he was mad, like he missed you, like he needed this. every slap of skin echoed through the room, and your voice broke with every thrust. but then—

“such a good girl,” he muttered, not even thinking. just slipped out like it was instinct.

and your body snapped. you clenched around him hard, nearly choking on your moan.

he paused.

“…no fuckin’ way,” he breathed, pulling your hair to lift your head. “say that again.”

you stayed quiet. trembling.

he slammed back into you so hard your legs buckled.

“nah, princess. don’t hold out on me. you like that, huh? like bein’ called my good girl?”

you whined, breath hitching, face burning.

toji let out the filthiest, cockiest laugh. “holy shit,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “you’re tellin’ me you cream the second i open my fuckin’ mouth? shit, baby—you’re so easy.”

his hand reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “go ahead then,” he rasped. “cum on my cock. be my good fuckin’ girl.”

and just like that, you shattered.

you came so hard your thighs trembled, knees giving out under you. and toji? he just held you up, praised you through it, voice low and ragged in your ear.

“atta girl… so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. makin’ a mess on me already?”

he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, lifted your leg, and slid right back in.

“oh, we’re not done,” he grinned, breathless now, pupils blown wide. “you think i’m lettin’ this kink go to waste?”

you barely had the strength to answer, still shaking.

he leaned in, kissed you like he was mocking how ruined you looked. “you’re gonna cum for me again,” he promised. “and again. and again. until you’re cryin’ from bein’ called a good girl.”

and you knew—knew—he meant every word.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

it was late—quiet. the kind of silence that presses in on you thick and slow, where even the smallest sound feels amplified. sukuna’s apartment was dimly lit, just the soft, golden glow from the single lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the room.

you were straddling his lap, completely bare, thighs draped over his, your arms loose around his neck. his back rested against the couch, body warm beneath you, and his eyes—those deep, dark red eyes—never left your face. not even when your hips moved. not even when your breath hitched.

he had you seated right where he wanted you, hands gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm—slow, deep, unrelenting.

and you were a mess already.

“look at you,” he muttered, voice a low, amused rumble. “bouncin’ on my cock like you’re made for it.”

your breath stuttered, thighs twitching.

his fingers tightened on your waist just slightly. “you like that, huh? being told you’re good?”

you didn’t answer fast enough, but your body did—your eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering, your moan nearly breaking apart in your throat.

and that was all he needed.

sukuna leaned in, mouth brushing your ear with a grin that you felt more than saw.

“ohhh. so that’s what this is.”

his tone dipped—taunting, smug. “my little girl gets off when i talk to her nice.”

you squirmed, half-mortified, half turned on beyond saving.

he tilted his head, watching your tits bounce with every needy rock of your hips. then he slipped a hand up, dragging his thumb lazily across your nipple, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to bruise.

“you want me to keep tellin’ you how perfect you feel?” he whispered, suddenly more serious. his voice still laced with heat, but there was something darker behind it now. possessiveness. awe. “how tight this pussy is, how it sucks me in like it can’t breathe without me?”

your head dropped to his shoulder with a broken whimper.

“fuck—look at you.”

he let out a shaky breath, hips jerking up. “you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you? just from me talkin’?”

you nodded, desperate, babbling nonsense against his skin.

and then he said it—soft, low, raw:

“that’s my good girl.”

you shattered.

back arching, fingers clawing into his shoulders, your entire body went stiff before it trembled against his. you came so hard around him, so violently, it knocked the breath out of you—and sukuna just held you, smirking against your throat, murmuring filth between kisses.

“knew you were filthy for me.”

kiss.

“but this? fuck, baby. that’s dangerous.”

kiss.

“gonna use that mouth of mine to ruin you every night now.”

you didn’t doubt it for a second.

and from that night on, every time his voice dropped just a little, every time he muttered good girl into your ear—you remembered exactly how it felt to lose yourself right there on his lap, under the glow of that lonely little lamp, with praise melting off his tongue like sin.

SHIU KONG

it was supposed to be just a drive. just a night cruise with the windows down and your hand resting lazily on his thigh, music low and city lights flashing by. but shiu had always been the type to snap once something got under his skin—and you? dressed like that, soft thighs bare and eyes teasing him from the passenger seat?

you knew what you were doing.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when he suddenly pulled into some dark, quiet parking lot and killed the engine without a word.

his voice was low, rough when he spoke, hand gripping your chin as he leaned over.

“get in the back. now.”

you didn’t argue.

the car door slammed, and the moment you slid into the backseat, he followed—tall frame looming, heavy with intent. he didn’t give you time to process, to breathe—just pushed you down until your back hit the leather, and his mouth was already on your neck, hands everywhere.

“you always this bratty?” he growled against your skin. “or are you just desperate to get fucked like a little slut?”

your answer was a gasp, knees spreading on instinct. he chuckled low—one hand pushing up your skirt, the other unbuckling his belt in a way that felt both urgent and terrifyingly controlled. he wanted this, but he wanted to savor it.

his fingers slid between your legs, felt the mess there already.

“fuck—this wet already?” his brows twitched, head tilting. “just from me tellin’ you what to do?”

and then, a little slower:

“…do you like that?”

your breath caught in your throat.

“do you get off on being told you’re a good girl?” he murmured, right by your ear now, voice like hot velvet dragging across your spine. “is that what this is?”

you whimpered, body twitching, thighs tightening.

his grin was all sharp teeth and danger.

“well shit. that’s easy, sweetheart.”

he lined himself up, still fully clothed, only his zipper down, and pushed in with one long, slow stroke. you cried out—sensitive, overstimulated, and shiu loved it. he leaned over you, one hand gripping the seat above your head as he began thrusting, rough and deep, the car rocking with every snap of his hips.

“fuck, you feel good like this,” he panted, watching your eyes roll back. “so goddamn tight. takin’ me so well.”

then—he tried it.

soft, breathless, dangerous:

“good girl.”

your whole body clenched.

he stilled.

“…no way.”

he looked down at you, your chest heaving, face flushed, mouth open in a silent moan, your walls fluttering around him just from those two little words.

“you’re fuckin’ kidding,” he breathed, voice shaking. “you’re actually about to cum just from that?”

you nodded, whining—too far gone to be shy.

he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that.”

and he did.

over and over, thrusting deep, whispering it like it was sacred.

“good girl.”

“such a perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“look at you, clenching around me so sweet just ‘cause i’m praising you.”

he made you cum so hard, you cried—shaking in the back of his car while the windows fogged and your voice echoed against the leather.

and after? when you were still trembling, body boneless under him?

he kissed your cheek, still inside you, and smirked against your skin.

“next time, i’m doing this with the windows down,” he whispered. “wanna see how many people can hear you fall apart when i tell you you’re mine.”

HIROMI HIGURUMA

the city outside was still alive—lights flickering against the windows, muffled car horns somewhere in the distance—but in his office, it was nothing but dim lamps, the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket he laid out, and the sound of your breathless gasps echoing off his walls.

he was above you. hands planted firm on either side of your head, body stretched long and tense, every muscle in his arms flexing with control as he moved inside you—slow, deep strokes that made your whole body tremble beneath him.

his tie was still on, his shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. he looked down at you like he was trying to memorize every single twitch of your face, every broken sound you gave him.

“you’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “fuck—you feel incredible.”

and you whimpered.

he paused—just slightly—but his hips didn’t stop.

his brow furrowed, mouth parting as his eyes locked onto your expression.

“…was that it?” he asked softly, his pace slowing, hips dragging almost teasingly deep. “did that do it for you?”

your face was flushed, mouth open, eyes wide—betraying everything.

he let out a low breath of laughter, something between awe and amusement, and leaned down closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“oh, you like being told that. don’t you?”

your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in.

“god, of course you do,” he whispered, hips thrusting again, more deliberate now. “you’re such a good girl for me. lying here, letting me fuck you slow—just like this. perfect.”

your whole body jerked, breath catching. and he felt it—your walls tightening, the tremble of your thighs pulling him in closer.

his voice dropped lower, rougher.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?”

you nodded helplessly.

he smirked—something lazy, dangerous—and dragged his hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing right where you needed them.

“do it. cum for me.”

then, slower—deeper—hot breath against your lips:

“be a good girl and cum for me.”

you broke.

your back arched off the floor, thighs shaking around his waist as your orgasm tore through you—so hard it hit like a wave, full-body and overwhelming. you cried out, clinging to him as your body clenched tight, trembling under his weight.

and higuruma—he didn’t stop. he kissed your temple, dragged his fingers along your cheek, whispered praises while you came undone beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost too tender for how deep he was still inside you. “so sweet. you always fall apart for me when i say it, don’t you?”

you nodded again, breathless, dizzy.

his lips curved into something between a smirk and a soft smile, brushing his mouth against your cheek as he pushed his hips in deep again.

“i’m never shutting up again, then,” he said, almost like a vow.

“you’re gonna cum from my voice alone by the time i’m done with you.”

and with the way your body responded—shaking, sensitive, already aching for more—you knew he meant it.

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