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𝕸𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖞 // Suguru Geto • Part Two

S m u t, use of the word "mommy", unprotected sex, loss of virginity, Satoru probably heard it all -- maybe, maybe not, smutty mc smutter smut ♡

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Suguru never thought himself to be the type to struggle to keep quiet. After all, he had been reserved a great majority of his life, his manner collected and at ease.

However, at this moment, he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut.

"Hush, baby~" You whispered softly against his ear, your gentle touch ghosting his lips as you reasoned with him to keep quiet. An aching whine settled in his throat when your hips rocked against his with a slow intent to make him last.

"M-Mmph, fuck~!" His strong arms wrapped around your waist, sinking you further down onto his weeping cock. You gripped his broad shoulders tightly, suppressing a squeal as you felt your cunt take him further. You felt yourself stretch, a raw sting aching for more. Suguru turned his head slightly, his sex haze meeting your own. "Don't... don't hide those pretty noises from me, mommy..." He groaned, leaning in and stealing a kiss from you.

Your hand snaked itself into his hair, your arms resting on the back of the living room couch as nails combed through, grabbing a fistful of his raven hair and tugging. Suguru's head tilted back with force, your kiss breaking. His lips parted, a needy sigh seeping between his lips like smoke. His neck open and vulnerable to your delight. You let your kisses trail down to the base of his neck. You took notice that Suguru swallowed a cry when you kissed the curve where his neck met his shoulder, his cock twitching inside your silky walls. For a moment, you thought it would be loud enough to wake Satoru from his much needed rest.

"Shh, or else I might have to stop." You teased, teeth ghosting his velvet skin. Suguru's hips rolled upwards, his hardened length feeling every curve of your core. His hands squeezed your waist, dragging down to hold onto your hips as he beckoned you to keep moving.

"Fuck, please don't stop." He pleaded with you, leaning in to kiss you once more but you tugged on his hair again, keeping him from being able to do so. He whimpered, his voice low and desperate to keep quiet, but he whimpered still. "Mommy, please~!"

A deep chuckle, one that Suguru thought impossible, bellowed in your heavy chest. He could feel your cunt constrict around him, sucking him deeper and deeper with aching need. His hold on your hips tightened, holding back the urge to dig his nails into your skin. You were exciting him more than he could handle, cries of desperation leaking out silently.

"Be a good boy for mommy," You peppered kisses on his neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot that you noticed before. "and I'll let you cum inside me. Would you like that, sweetheart~?"

God, you were killing him with your wicked tongue, making such tasty promises. How could you expect him to keep quiet when all he wanted to do was cry out praises that he was indeed, your good boy.

Drunk on the feeling of your words, Suguru's hand slipped from your hip and his fingers began to slid between the folds of your cunt. With little effort, he found your silky pearl, the pad of his middle finger caressing your clit with gentle care. With a jolt, you captured his lips to suppress your own whimper. You could feel Suguru's lip curl into a smile, a sense of pride welming in his heavy chest.

"I'm your good boy, mommy. I swear I am." He let you grind your hips against his fingers, feeling your arousal coat them generously. "That's right, mommy. Fuck my fingers like that." He leaned into your kiss, his hips rolling slowly to meet yours. His fingers danced along your clit, smearing the slick to the base of his cock so that he could move with ease inside of you. "Ah fuck, I can feel you squeezing me, mommy. Wanna feel you milk me more~!"

Now, it seemed it was you who was struggling to keep quiet.

Panting softly, your hips continued to ride both Suguru's cock and his fingers. The couch beneath the two of you creaking slightly. The thoughts of your son sleeping soundly just down the hall fading as you chased your release. It was so close that you could just barely reach it. Suguru could see it in your eyes. You were so, so close.

"There it is, there it fucking is. Ah, fuck~ cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good, fucking mommy~!" He rubbed his fingers a bit faster, just enough to push you over the edge.

Suguru hadn't thought he had ever witnessed something so beautiful before. The way your face expressed such ecstacy, the feeling of your cunt pulsing and squeezing his cock, a need to milk him of all his seed. You went to throw your head back, a guttural cry just barely echoing as Suguru quickly covered your mouth with the hand that had been holding onto your hip.

God forbid Satoru woke up now.

"That's it, mommy. Such a good mommy, cumming all over my fingers. So fucking generous..." He had guessed you were beginning to feel overestimated by the way your hips jolted and backed away from his fingers. Greedily, Suguru brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them without hesitation. 'So sweet, so fucking sweet', he thought to himself as his tongue lapped at your juices. You watched him, your gaze heavy with a sated look. As Suguru continued to suck on his own fingers, you leaned into him and began to kiss the lobe of his ear.

"You've treated mommy so well, baby. You deserve a treat." You told him, your teeth grazing the softness of his lobe. Indulging himself long enough, Suguru pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a satisfied 'pop'. He looked up at you, awaiting your next wish as he continued to thrust his cock with control. As much as he was ready to let go and stop holding back -- he simply couldn't allow himself to do such a thing without your permission.

He needed Mommy's approval.

"Please." He turned to kiss you, the subtle taste of your arousal lingering on his lips. "Please, please, please say I can cum inside. I've been so good, I need it, Mommy~! Please let me cum--"

"Oh, of course, baby boy." Another chuckle bellowed in your throat, kissing Suguru's lips as your hands ventured his body. You found it so cut how his belly tensed as you brushed your touch against him. You wondered if he was ticklish there. You admired the feel of his body, his thighs shaking slightly as he awaited your command. "Mommy wants nothing more than to feel her good boy filling her to the brim with his cum. So please," You dragged your hips against his once more, your slick smearing and making the feeling of his thrusts all the better. "fuck mommy until you can't take it anymore~!"

And with that, Suguru let go of the reins.

In a swift motion, you were flipped onto your back, the plush cushion of the couch cradling you as Suguru hovered above you. Your legs instantly resting on his shoulders as he began to pound into your sensitive cunt. A cry escaped you before you could cover your mouth, instant regret washing over your features as you covered your face in embarrassment... and perhaps shame.

"F-Fuck it, let him hear us." Suguru groaned out, a hand gripping the back of the couch for support. "God, I don't want you to hide those pretty fucking noises from me." His hips moved at an unforgiving pace, thrusting into you with little care if the sounds of your sex echoed through out the house. "I wanna hear what I do to you, mommy. I wanna hear it all."

If he knew Satoru based on how he slept, the sounds of his best friend ruining his mother's pussy wasn't going to be enough to wake him.

He just hoped he was right.

"S-Shit, Sugu~!" You tried holding back your moans, folding your arm across your face in order to soften them. However, Suguru would have none of that.

"Don't you fucking dare." He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the couch as he drilled himself further into your soppy cunt. "Mmph, fuck, mommy! I'm fucking close. You mean it -- I can really cum inside of you?" His chest heaved, his groans panting as he drove closer and closer to the edge. He could feel it, like a string ready to snap. You began to nod your head feverishly, your legs unhooking his shoulders and wrapping themselves around his hips, locking him in place inside you.

"Give it to me, baby boy. Cum inside mommy~! She wants to feel her baby boy cream." You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and began to pull at his hair again. With a final thrust, Suguru felt the string snap.

"Ah fuck~! Ah f-fuck, mommy! Take it, take it! Take my fucking cum~!" With no choice, his head threw back and shot him seed deep inside of you. You felt his body shake, his cock twitching as his muscles spasmed. A long series of whines seeped from him, his hips lightly moving as to keep his load from leaking out of your pussy. His cock continued to pulse, balls aching with each spurt of cum that seeped from him. "M-Mommy, I love you... fuck, I love you, I've always loved you..."

You watched in awe as Suguru slowly began to calm down his high, his body easing as he lowered himself onto you. You instantly wrapped your arms around him and held him close to your breast. You were both panting, a mixture of whimpers and satisfied moans cooing at one another. You brushed back the strand of hair from his face, leaning in and kissing the side of his crown whilst whispering, 'such a good boy for mommy'. Suguru groaned, hiding his face in your breast as the realization of what he had just done crawled up his spine like a shameful sin.

He just fucked his best friend's mom.

He fucked you on the couch of you own home, all while Satoru lay resting in his room not too far away. He knew he should feel sick to his stomach, losing his virginity to the woman who loved and cared for him as if he were her own son. For a moment, he wondered why you would let him do this. And yet, at the same time, he was thankful. You did always insist that if he ever needed you, not to hesitate to come to you. And well, he hoped you still meant it.

Still, he knew one thing for certain.

Satoru was gonna be pissed.

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𝕸𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖞 // Suguru Geto

Since the day he met you, he knew you were responsible for Satoru's spoiled reputation. Babying the heir of the Gojo clan like a god, he imagined. No wonder Satoru thought so highly of himself. He had you filling his head with such high praise since day one that he had no choice but to believe it.

He imagined it hadn't been easy for you. Of course, you raised Satoru alone at a young age and had little support other than the clan itself providing for you and your son. Your one job was to simply raise the boy and prepare him to take up the reigns as a leader. Suguru thought you had done a fine job at that. That being said, he knew the past eighteen years had been nothing but exhausting for you.

"You worry too much, momma. I go on these types of missions all the time. This one's no different, trust me." Suguru had overheard Satoru console you over the phone. The two of them were currently on their way to their assigned location, their recent conversation on hold when the familiar tune of your ringtone went off. "Yeah, yeah. He's with me now ... what do you mean 'thank goodness'?!"

Suguru held in a deep chuckle, knowing that you must've felt a great deal of weight be lifted off of your shoulders with that info.

"She's happy to know I'm here?" Suguru nudged Satoru's arm. However, his best friend seemed flustered -- his pale cheeks dotted with a heavy blush.

"Yeah, momma, I know-- ... hey, I'm just as capable as Sugu-- ... ugh, fine, I'll ask him..." For a moment, Satoru covered a portion of his phone and leaned towards Suguru as if to share a dirty secret. "She wants to know if you'd like to come by for dinner," He paused momentarily to let out an irritated sigh. "to thank you for keeping me out of trouble, she says."

This time, Suguru couldn't help but let the chuckle slip as he gave a nod in response. With a roll of his bright gaze, Satoru returned to his phone call with you.

"He said 'yeah' ... Seriously? You're gonna make -- but that's my favorite, too!" Satoru whined, dragging his feet against the pavement as they walked along the sidewalk. Suguru wished he could hear your side of the call, knowing that you must've been telling your son all that you had planned for dinner. "Gosh, just say you like Suguru better ... No, momma, I didn't actually mean that, I-- ..." Another pause, Suguru smirked, knowing that you must've been giving Satoru an earful. Judging by the look on his best friend's face, he seemed to be right. Just as it was about to go on, Satoru perked up and slowly brought the phone further away from his face. "Oh shit! Look, momma, I gotta call you back. A cursed spirit is trying to eat Suguru's face, uh, gotta go! Talk to ya soon, love yoooou!" And without waiting for a response, he hung up and jammed the phone into his pocket.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice." Suguru nudged his friend, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You didn't let me tell her I loved her too." He teased, the ends of his lips curling into a smirk as Satoru's expression crinkled in irritation.

"Figured you'd have plenty of time ogling my mother tonight anyways." His friend said, batting his eyes at Suguru as they continued down the street. "Can't believe she's making Yakitori tonight."

"Awe, she remembered what I liked?"

"Like I haven't said I liked it too?!" If Suguru didn't know any better, he'd say that Satoru was a bit jealous of him at this very moment. You were Satoru's mother, and your son was ... jealous? Of him, of all people.

"Guess I always knew this day would come," Suguru snickered, jokingly clutching at his heart. "the day she tells me that I was her favorite all along."

"Fat chance!" Satoru playfully pushed him aside, the blush on his cheeks staining further. Suguru's soft chuckle grew into a hard earned laugh, finding the idea that Satoru had genuinely been a bit jealous of him rather funny.

Though, Suguru felt his chest flutter with excitement at the thought that'd he'd be coming over tonight -- greeted by not only your homely cooking but your warm smile and gentle embrace. If he hadn't already thought to himself about it, he'd think he was beginning to grow a crush on you.

However, he already knew that was certain.

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Since the moment you became pregnant with Satoru, your life was filled with endless worry for your baby boy. You knew the risks. You knew that there would always be a target on your son's back. You knew that one day, something bigger and badder would come along and one day ... he would not return home.

The day you were told of the incident regarding Toji and the young girl, Riko's tragic death -- you felt time stand still. You could hear the slow pump of blood in your ears, feel the paused pulse through your fingertips.

Geto Suguru had gotten hurt ...

Your son had gotten hurt ...

No one could keep you back when you arrived at the hospital, cheeks strained with tears as you asked Principle Yaga what room the boys were being held at. He had told you that Suguru had just come out of surgery and was already settled in a room. However, your son was still in surgery...

Suguru remembered waking up to you at his bedside.

You were such a mess, but God, were you a beautiful sight.

He had called out to you, pulling you from your thoughts as they ate at you. You seemed startled, like he had been a ghost reaching out towards you. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. You had beaten him to it, however, your maternal touch on his cheek as you caressed it in your palm. You consoled him, feverishly asking if there was anything you could do for him while the two of you waited for updates on Satoru. His only response was, "stay".

And you did.

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A couple of weeks had passed since Riko and Toji's death. Both Suguru and Satoru had been released from the hospital and were given time to fully recover from their injuries.

You were resilient on Satoru staying bed bound until his stitches were removed, much to his dismay. He had always been a fidgety child -- staying in bed must've felt like torture. During this time, Suguru, though also still in recovery, visited often to check up on Satoru and to keep him company when you couldn't. You had your hands full during this time, not only having to deal with the clan's constant pestering on how their future leader was doing but keeping up with your normal day to day routine whilst also taking care of said leader.

Suguru couldn't say he had ever seen you so stressed, juggling so many all at once. You looked like you were just about to crack.

"Thank you again, Sugu. You really didn't need to--"

"Please. It's the least I could do." He lifted his hand, stopping you from going on. You had been showing your gratitude non-stop since he dropped by with take-out, offering lunch in exchange for his own gratitude towards you. When he had told you that his own parents hadn't visited him in the hospital, it tore your heart out. You couldn't imagine not being at either of their sides when they woke up -- you couldn't help but feel furious knowing that his parents hadn't ever stepped foot in the building when their son was admitted on that horrible day.

"How are you ...? I know I ask you every time you come over, but ..." You reached over the table, your hand settling on top of his. Suguru peered up from his partially eaten take-out, his dark eyes meeting your slightly dulled gaze.

You looked so exhausted. He wished he could do more for you.

"Taking it one day at a time." He gave you a nod, overturning his hand so yours rested in his palm. "And you?"

"One day at a time." You let a chuckle slip from you, your hand squeezing his lightly. He returned the gesture with a smile. "I don't want to dwell on it more than I already have. It's not healthy... if I keep thinking about that day, I'll lose sight of what's happening now." Suguru watched as your shoulders eased their tension, a sigh escaping between your lips. He peered down for a moment, his eyelids feeling heavy with exhaustion.

"Yeah ... I know what you mean."

There was an eerie pause lingering in the air, one that Suguru felt hanging above his head like a dark cloud. All he had been doing was dwelling on that day. He had witnessed so much blood and death that seeing the faces of the deceased was all that festered in his mind. Since that day, all he had been doing was questioning everything. He questioned what was right and what was wrong. Pondered if protecting these 'people' was the right thing to do. If these 'people' deserved to --

"Hey..."

Suguru blinked, his thoughts fading quickly as he noticed you had gotten up from your seat across from him and were kneeled down by his side. Your hand had not pulled from his, and you brushed the strand of hair from his face as you studied his expression.

He wondered if you knew what you did to him. If you did, was all of this on purpose, then? Could you, a grown woman, know that since the day he met you, he was so fond of you that he'd consider --

No. T h a t would be too far.

"Sweetheart," You called him, the back of your hand caressing his cheek ever so softly. "are you alright?"

God, you were so close to him ... he could bask in your scent all day, but ... he knew better than to chase after you. You were, after all, his best friend's mother.

"I need to go..." He gently took your hand and pulled it away from his face. With no other word, he stood up from his chair and began to clean up after himself. You rose to your feet, watching him as he silently gathered his things and began to make way for the door.

You could see the thoughts racing through his mind, his body twitching as he fought the urge to stay or to run. The young man before you was fighting himself. For what reason, you didn't know, and it ached your heart to see that Suguru was utterly alone during all of this.

"Suguru, honey ..." You had followed him to the door, taking a gentle hold of his arm before he could open the door. The least you wanted to do was tell him that you were there for him, to let him know that if he ever needed you --

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as you were grabbed by the shoulders and forced against the wall, a firm grip holding you in place. You peered up to find your son's best friend towering over you with a dark gaze, the cresent of his nails baring into the fabric of your clothing. If it were anyone else, you might've been frightened.

"Sugu--" Your voice cut short as Suguru leaned down and captured your lips with his. The hairs on your body stood straight, your skin freckling with goosebumps as the pieces began to fall into place. Your son's best friend was kissing you. And the jolt in the pit of your stomach told you that you liked it.

Perhaps even wanting more than you should...

Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck, and you brought him closer, his body beginning to press against yours. Suguru seemed to stiffen at first, his own realization dawning on him, and he thought to pull away ... but he felt weakened by the taste of your lips. Sweet and yearning for more of him. A soft groan settled in his throat, and his hands dragged down to hold you by your waist. You felt him lean into you more, hands aching to grab more of you as he deepened the kiss more. You leaned back against the wall, allowing Suguru's hands to venture. You felt his hand lift the front of your blouse slightly, testing the waters of your desire. When he didn't hear your protest, he slipped his hand under the fabric and felt the softness of your skin. You seemed to melt under his touch so easily. He wondered, just how long had it been since you had been touched? His fingers grazed the underside of your breast, and you jolted with a soft moan, the kiss finally break between the two of you. With a lean of his forehead against yours, he stayed there, waiting for you. You were both breathing heavily, a haze of arousal caught in your stares. The both of you knew what you both wanted to happen next...

The question was -- would you both give in?

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A/N: This is just a little warm up, trynna get back into writing! If this is something yall wanna see more of, lemme know. I might be looking to make a part two :)