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suguru-getos · 6 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 17﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Suguru Geto x F!Reader -> Clamps

Warnings: Nipple clamps, cockwarming, punishment undertones, fluffy aftercare, words of affirmation.

Summary: Someone’s not happy finding out you touched yourself without his permission. 😏

A much anticipated predicament…

Suguru was busy, you knew he hated being busy enough that he can’t tend to his baby girl. You knew he missed you, missed touching you, missed feeling you against him. So wouldn’t he be mad when he finds out?

“AH- please- Suguru- no!” You whimpered out, when Suguru was buried deep in your cunt, his tongue fucking your folds and his nose protuding against your clit. He leaned back, an annoyed brow raised at the reaction. “This is your first orgasm.” Suguru commented, jaw clenched when he witnessed you squirming away— unable to give him a single orgasm.

You looked to the side, unsure how to tell him, unsure how to bring this up to him. “I- I didn’t know— you’d be…” you felt bad, biting your lip. “I-”

“You touched yourself. You touched yourself enough that you couldn’t handle me.” Suguru daunted, brows furrowed and glare unforgiving. “You touched what’s mine without my permission.” He declared you guilty, while you looked at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry Sugu-” you whined when he leaned back, “Please—” you begged again, you wanted more— unsure how you’d provide him with more.

“I think I need to teach you a lesson, mm? So you know you’re not supposed to touch Daddy’s property without his permission. Yeah?” He hummed, and that’s how you’ve landed here.

Cockwarming him with your back snug against his chest, Suguru is fully clothed while you— naked. The power play instantly making you submissive. Two nipple clamps pinching your nipples with beads of weight attached to them. You won’t cum, and Suguru won’t provide you with the pleasure of him moving inside you. The sweet ache of the clamps making you drool from your pussy.

Whenever you clamp a little too hard, Suguru tugs at your clamps, reminding you that he’s not pleased. A familiar whimper escapes you as you settle in, biting your lip as your tits slowly start to wear out, feeling the ache slowly transform into pain. He’s doing essentially nothing, watching his favorite Netflix series with his cock buried deep.

“Sugu— gonna behave.” You whine, and this is the first time he’s hearing you say it. “Hmm?” He hums, acting as if he didn’t listen.

“Gonna behave!” You exclaimed harder, clamping around him, a shrill whine escaping you when he tugged at your nipples in reprimand. It was signal enough for him to stop— with the torturous play on your chest.

He carefully tugged them off, massaging your nipples to ensure the blood flow comes back—

“Think you can cum for me now?” Suguru hummed, and you whined in need. His mouth latching onto the curve of your neck as he suckled into your skin.

“Then go on, ride me, little one.” He commanded, slamming onto you while his hands pinched and toyed with your nipples. An inaudible moan escaped you, mouth agape as you felt your cunt churned by his cock.

“Ah-hnmg- Daddy, please- shit.” You were already on edge, and with the way Suguru has endured your merciless clamping— he was too.

“Cum for me pretty girl.” He cooed, soothing your sides and massaging your thigh as his hands wandered down and toyed with your clit, enough to push you off the edge. Before you knew it, you were creaming all around him, and being filled up by his seed. Heavy grunts from him echoing in the shell of your ear as he stilled.

“Fuck— that was— so good!” Suguru panted, hugging you from behind. Your eyes were glossed, feeling elated after the punishment ending or rather— the funishment.

“You did so well for me, little baby.” Suguru soothed, kissing the nape of your neck. “You know I wasn’t actually angry right? I was just a little nerved— but you do know you had full control to deny it, right?” Suguru continued praising and talking, while you sinked under him & nodded. “My sweet girl,” he muses, kissing your cheek. “Titties okay?” He crooned, kissing again. “Does it hurt?” He asked, concerned.

“Mm, just a lil sore. But okay.” You gave him a green flag.

“I’m glad, I love you. Took it like a champion you know that?” Suguru sounded enamored by you all over again, “Who’s my strong little girl?”

“I am.”

“Oh yes you are, Little One.”

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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year

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In a room full of people...

Warnings: Explicit Language, Suggestive, Dry humping, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism.

Your hips swayed to the pulsating beat as it flowed through your veins along with the four shots of tequila. You threw your hands up and brought them down around the neck of your lover Gojo.

One of his legs moved in between yours as his hands moved to your upper thigh to keep you in place. You continued to sway to the beat despite Gojo’s leg in between yours.

You were riding his thigh in the dark club, only ever illuminated by the occasional flashing of pink and blue lights.

“I can feel your pussy dripping all over my leg, babe.” He’d whisper in your ear, still rolling his hips to the music.

You only moaned in response causing him to chuckle. You could feel a burning pressure on your side, causing you to slowly bring your eyes to the bar on your right and notice Getou’s piercing stare. Watching, drooling, over the sight of his two partners rhythmically dry-humping in a club full of people.

He slowly stalked his way to the both of you through the crowd of sweaty bodies. His hands found their way to your hips as he now stood behind you. He leaned down above you so that You and Gojo could hear.

“You two are such whores. Practically fucking in a room full of people.”

“You are just mad 'cause you missed out,” Gojo replied, smirking at the dark-haired man.

“You could have come out to the dance floor with us, Getou, but you said no.” You chimed in, frowning a little, Still swaying to the beat.

“Well, I’m here now.” He said right next to your ear before biting your neck a little. This caused you to fall forward and lean on Gojo for support, whining and grinding on his leg harder.

You three spent the rest of the night in between one another dancing, humping, groping, and moaning. Subtle enough to get away with it in a dark club.

You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. Your neck was now painted with hickeys and bites, courtesy of the two men. You could feel their hardened dicks rub against you as you melted into each other.

Oh, how you just couldn’t wait to get back home....

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shinigamiplayroom · 2 years

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𝕁𝕁𝕂 𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤

♡ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ, ɢᴏᴊᴏ, ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ, ᴀᴏɪ, ʏᴜᴜᴛᴀ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

18+ | minorsdni

ᴄᴡ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ!ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕦 - ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜

Getou loves the way his hand feels wrapped around the column of your neck. Loves feeling your pulse spike when he grazes his lips against you and how fucking whiny you get when he bites you or leaves marks on your soft pretty skin. The way your body tightens up before your breath catches when he kisses that spot where your jaw and your neck meet.

Something about being so close to your heartbeat gives him this rush of power, like he could end you just as easily as he could make you cum for him. His favorite position is on top of you with your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you so he can press your knees to your chest so he can bury his face in your neck and hear every single whimper and gasp you make when he pounds your pretty pussy with slow, deep strokes. Lethal combination of degradation and praise.

"That's right, so fucking pathetic for this cock aren't you angel?"

"Such a good girl for me, yeah? Fuck. Cum for me like my good little slut."

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 - 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜

The fastest way to get this man's hands on you is by undressing in front of him while he's behind you or wearing a backless top/dress. He fucking loves how pretty and perfect your back is. He likes watching your body move, period. The way he can spread his hands out across your skin and pull you closer or just as easily push you down so your face is in the pillow and your ass is in the air.

He swears the most beautiful thing he's ever seen is the way your back arches when he's fucking you from the back. Pulling out to the tip of his cock just so he can slam into you and hear you whine into your sheets while you rock your hips to feel him fill your leaking pussy as much as you can. King of back shots and taunting.

"You can take it can't you baby girl? Awh, can't talk with my cock in you?"

"Feels that good baby? All that whining but this pussy is suckin me in so nice."

𝕄𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕚 - 𝕎𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥/ℍ𝕚𝕡𝕤

Honestly, Megumi is touch starved and is always looking to bring you closer to him. He craves your softness, your warmth, your body against his. The easiest way to accomplish this is with his arm wrapped around your waist or pulling you in with both hands at your hips. Turning your body to face him so he can kiss you or pulling your body back into him so he can wrap his arms around you. His favorite though is gripping your hips with both hands, fingertips digging into the plush of your skin while you’re straddling him.

He lives for seeing you on top of him. Eyes low, lust blown and his pretty lips parted just enough to hear him panting and moaning for you. His hands rock your body back and forth on his cock, feeling your pussy flutter around him. You’re so wet you’re practically sliding against him, your clit grinding against the base of his cock. He’ll roll your hips in circles and hold you down when he’s as deep as he can be inside you, low rasping moans escaping his lips before his hands grip you tighter. Holding you still when he fucks up into you with every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby girl. Just like that, yeah?”

“So fucking perfect. Wanna feel you cum for me baby. Fuck…please.”

𝔸𝕠𝕚 - 𝔸𝕤𝕤

We all know this man is an ass man. Ass in a tight dress? Ass in sweatpants? As in LEGGINGS? Lord help you because it won’t matter what you wear. Do your pants have back pockets? That’s where his hand will be if he’s out with you. Wants you in his lap at any given time so he can feel the plush of your ass against him. Bonus for when he can feel your pussy clench through your clothes when you’re there. He loves how easily his massive hands can grab a handful of your ass and squeeze with all ten fingers.

He loves spreading you out and watching you sink down on his cock when you ride him. Borderline feral watching your ass bouncing for him while he grips your hips pounding into your wet pussy. He loves the sound your ass makes when it claps against his adonis belt every time he slams your soaking cunt down around his hard cock. Slapping your ass so he can see you arch for him before kneading your ass in his big hands to soothe the pain.

“So fucking good princess. Bounce for me just like that.”

“Gonna cum on this cock arent you baby? Pussy’s so fuckin tight. Fuck.”

𝕐𝕦𝕦𝕥𝕒 - 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤

Yuuta is obsessed with your thighs. How soft they are. How perfect they look in anything you wear or how squished they look when you’re sitting down and they’re pressed together. If you’re sitting next to him his hand is on your thigh or his head is in your lap while he’s looking up at you admiring the contours of your face. Loving every second of how warm and comforting you feel against him. His absolute favorite though is when his head is between your thighs.

Your legs draped over his shoulders while his lips graze against the plush skin of your thighs. Listening to the gasps and whines that spill from your mouth when he sucks and bites the sensitive skin. You roll your hips trying to get the heat of his mouth where you’re craving it the most. One of his hands travels to your pussy, his thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit, driving you damn near insane. But he loves seeing you like this, so messy and desperate for him. You can feel the smile spreading across his lips before you look down to see him watching you while he finally drags his tongue through your puffy lips, latching onto your clit. Suckling and nibbling at the bundle of nerves making your thighs clench around his head. He can’t help but rock his hips, rutting his hard cock into the mattress as he laps you up, filling the room with obscene noises as he devours your wet pussy.

“Tell me what you want my angel. You like when I kiss you here…or here…?”

“Tastes so good…so fucking perfect for me. Cum in my mouth baby…I wanna taste you.”

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satoruhour · 8 months

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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

wc: 2.9k

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

part two ♡

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hoshigray · 8 months

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hiiii!! I loveee your posts!! can you write something about Tojo or Geto being extremely jealous to the point y/n wants to break up but they don’t allow it? I don’t know I can picture it in my head but I can’t write anything good like you 😭

....why not do both? (¬‿¬) ty for the love, sweetie ♡ hope ya like this one! tagging @neptunes1nterweb bc they asked to be, lol, ily sapp!! ☆

cw: Geto + Toji x fem/afab! reader - smutty, so minors, move. - fingering (f! receiving) - biting (ears + shoulders) - clitoral stimulation (fingers + toy) - imagery of taking pictures of your naked body - pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart) - overstimulation - use of a vibrator and rope to tie your hands (geto); oral/cunnilingus (f! receiving) - impact play; pussy slaps (3x) - toji being a tiny bit of a meanie + possessive - overstimulation - pet names (baby, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and pinching) - heavy depictions of being given head - mentions of spit/saliva (toji)

You love your boyfriend, you know you do. And you know he loves you just as (if not MORE) than you. There's never been a day where you'd doubt this love. His love...but this love does have its bad moments — like this one.

Your boyfriend tends to be quite possessive of you, to the point of jealousy. There have been times you'd try and excuse the behavior; he's just your partner making sure you're safe and that no one gets any funny business when it comes to you. If anything, it's his way of showing his seriousness about you, right? Well, that's what you've been trying to tell yourself all this time, even when bringing it to his attention, to which he'll brush off or reassure you it's for your own sake. But today? Oh, it was the last of it.

Your friends invited you to a party they were having, and you, being your good partner, invited your boyfriend to tag along. It was all of good intentions, no? After all, it's not like you planned on staying til things went crazy; just meet and chat with some old buddies, eat some bomb food, a drink or two at max, the usual. And things were going great doing just that; you stumbled upon a very old friend you hadn't seen in ages!! Excited to see his face again, you spent most of your time catching up with him on the living room couch and seeing how life's been on his end. The conversation was going swell, nostalgia getting the best of the two of you. So much so that your old friend got a little tipsy from his drink and got a little handsy — putting his arm around you when the two of you would laugh reminiscing old memories together.

However, your laugh ceased when his laughs turned to abrupt howls of pain. You'd then turn behind to see your boyfriend standing behind the couch, who ripped the poor guy's hand off your shoulder and is crushing his wrist with a deadly grip. Immediately, you'd stand to stop the commotion and excuse your friend for your man's actions (he surprisingly expressed forgiveness), and you two left that party. No words were exchanged in the car ride home, but you had your mind set at that late hour. There's no point in being with someone who's just going to be envious of anyone who has your attention — even old friends, for God's sake! This is it, for sure! Those were the words you went with as you stormed from the bathroom and into the bedroom where your boyfriend lies on the bed of your shared bedroom. With crossed arms and furrowed brows, you tell him these words with a confident breath:

"I think we should break up."

ʚ⁺˖↪ Suguru Geto

"Mmmph!! Ahhhnnn!! S-Suguru, stop!! Your hands, too fa—Ahhhh!!!"

"Hold still, baby." He coos to your ear before teasing it with a blow; shudders run down your spine from the breath play.

With your back to him and your hands tied with a rope, Geto uses this position to play with your vulnerable body. Your panties exposed for him to see, a wet patch blossoming more and more from the touches of his slender fingers as they roughly rub on your clothed, leaky cunt. The lacy material becoming drenched with your fluids, he has your body twitch on him, and he sneers at the pathetic display.

"Ohhh, fucking shit—hic..." Tears well up from shut eyes, the swift motions of his fingers increasing the pounding in your head. "Suguru, pleaseee, it's teww muuuch!!"

"Awww, is it?" He mocks your whines. "Serves you right, though. You scared me with what you said earlier. Breaking up with me after I was trying to make sure that guy didn't try anything funny with my princess?"

"Nnnnmm! I'm s-sorry, Suguru! But he was my friend, and you were bei—Iiiiieee!!!"

Your body jerks when Geto snakes his hand inside your panties, using a forefinger on your clitoris and rubbing harshly on the sensitive bud. You can just picture the cunning smirk with the chuckle you hear while he kisses your bare shoulder. "Well, your friend seemed to be a little too touchy for my liking. And you," Geto suddenly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, having your nude figure jump at the bite. He uses his free hand to keep a leg to the side, making sure your legs are wide for him. "You seemed too close with this friend, huh. You were practically making him blush the entire time."

Did I really? Was I being too open? You couldn't answer those questions; it hurts to think with your boyfriend's fingers inside your slit, fingertips grazing your spongey walls, turning your brain to mush. The squelching racket from your southern lips and his digits ring your ears to a lewd trance — it makes your face dial to an unbearable heat.

"Nnmaaa, Ahhhhh!! Suguruuu," a tear makes its way down your hot cheek. Geto hums into your ear, and you shiver as he nibbles on your lobe. "Pleaseee, forgive me...I should've known you were just there for—Mmmm! M-Me...I'm sorry, so please..."

It's best that you couldn't see Geto's eyes narrow at your apology, the bedroom light donning his dark orbs a purple hue. He snickers, "See? My Y/n is understanding. Such a sweetheart for me, huh." He lays sweet kisses down your neck. "You're forgiven. Not thinking about breaking up with me now, right?" You nod erratically, earning a hearty chuckle while he grabs for something on the side. "Good, but we're not done yet."

Your sweat runs cold when you hear a familiar buzz when Geto presses a button on a small remote. You turn to see a bullet vibrator, the mattress experiencing the whirr of its vibrations. And when he picks the toy up and brings it down to your inner thighs, your anxiousness scales to an all-time high.

But you're too late to voice concerns as the toy makes contact with your clitoris, the delicate bud unprepared for the touch of the cold surface and intense buzzing. Especially with him pressing down on your clit and bringing his fingers back into your vagina again, his digits scraping your tender walls, your orgasm hit you within seconds.

Your nude body bucks to the aftershocks of your climax, your cunt pulsing around Geto's fingers, and come coating his digits and sliding down to the sheets. The pitch of your wails descends with every exhale, your mind too fuzzy to think of anything else but sinking into your man's hold.

Geto rubs small circles on your clit with the vibrator; you gasp and try to squirm away, yet to no avail. "Did so good, princess. Kinda wanna take a picture for your friend. Show him how much of a great time you're having with me...I'm kidding, I'm kidding~, so don't cry. Okay, princess?"

ʚ⁺˖↪ Toji Fushiguro

"Hoohh!! Ohhhh!!! Tojiiiii!! W-Wait, I already came—Eeeyahhhh!!"

Toji's got you with your back to the bed, legs propped up by his hands, and your bare cunt not even centimeters away from his face. His mouth is situated on the folds of your chasm, tongue lapping around your slick walls, and nose brushing on the fragile button that is your clit. Your moans at a higher pitch than before as your man is feasting on you for another orgasm, his chin already painted of your come from a few minutes ago.

Your legs tremble from the pleasurable abuse on your sore nerves, yet Toji's hold prevents you from so much as writhing away from him. He lifts his chin from your sloppy cunt, licking traces of your come from the scar on his lip. "C'mon, mama. I know you can cum more than one time." He gives your inner lips a suck before swapping his mouth with his fore and middle finger, the two sliding into your vulva with ease. Your brows skewed down and mouth agape for moans to escape, Toji enjoys your disheveled display with a devilish grin. "Heh, look at you. Lookin' all pretty like this because of my fingers."

"Haaaahh, Tojiii, Ohh, Jesus..." You grip the sheets below as his digits swirl and pump to and fro into your cunt, difficult to breathe with the hot air surrounding you and heat spreading from your cheeks to your ears. "Pleaseeee, I'm too sensitive — hic — G-Give me a min—Ohhhooo!!"

"Aht aht aht, don't act soft on me now," he gives your slit a smack, the rough hit from his palm catching you off guard, almost choking on your breath. The stinging pain pushed tears to roll from hot cheeks into the pillowcase. "You already tried that with that lil' friend of yours. Lettin' that fucker get too close fr' my eyes, and then you walkin' up here actin' all high and mighty talkin' about a breakup. Where's that now, Y/n? Hmm?" He licks circles on your clit, having you howl his name in despair — music to his ears. "Did'ja let the kid make you forget who can make you crazy like this?"

You peer down — big mistake — to see his fierce emerald eyes honed in on yours. You chew on your lip at the helpless atmosphere you're drowning in. "Mmmph...Toji, please, I'm sorry. I—Ohhhh, fuck!!" Toji's fingers do a 'come hither' motion, skimming your walls with the tip of his digits. "I really am...You just made me really upset that time, but, Hmmmm...I love you, I love you lots..."

The smirk on his face gets broader. "Ya know I ain't mad at you, not with that cute face of y'rs." Toji kisses your inner thighs, lightly nibbling on the skin to make you yelp. "Just teachin' my baby a lesson." Another slap to your hole results in a sudden scream from your puffy lips. "Who does this belong to?"

"...you—Ahhhhhh!!!" A third smack.

"Louder."

"Yours!" Your voice sounds broken. "I'm yours, only yours..."

"Good," you flinch at the feeling of his palm on your slit again, but he soothes the pain away by rubbing gently. "Now you just sit still while I finish, 'kay, sweetie?"

He doesn't give you time to reply, stuffing his mouth on your cunt and sucking on your folds. The image of his raven hair buried down to your thighs and his gruff moans as he eats you out shed you into another level of embarrassment that you throw your head back to the pillow. The commotion between your legs and his mouth is the only thing you hear that suffocates your senses, along with the growing heat.

Tingles crawl up your spine. "Nnnmm, naaaaa, Toji, I'm so close, I'm gonna..."

Toji hears your pleas, a hand dragged to your clitoris, giving the swollen bud a few pinches while he resumes using his mouth to stimulate your heightened nerves for another release. And it comes in hard, choked sobs lashed out from your throat as your body is stimulated to experience your second climax of the night.

With his grip still on your legs, your body is forced to endure your crescendo, muscles tensing, abdomen tightening, and your essence being lavished by your boyfriend, his tongue moving to gather your come to drink and savor from your messy entrance.

And when things finally calm down with your body following a steady rhythm, he withdraws from you with a satisfied grunt. Licking the last remnants of you from his thirsty lips, he gazes down with a proud leer. "Always tastin' so fuckin' good fr' me, mama." He takes off his shirt, his eyes still honed in on you. "We're not done yet, though. Gonna spend all night makin' you go crazy fr' me."

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midnightblues444 · 4 months

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Two man job |

College! Geto and Gojo x fem! Reader

Part one here

Warning: smut, m oral, and guided masturbation, threesome, nastiest thing I've written

"I've never gone this far with a guy before"

a term you found is a key to wrapping them around your fingers .

You've said this to both Gojo and Geto in the last 4 weeks of seeing them. each on different occasions that you carefully planned out.

Fucking around with best friends is no easy job, theres always risk that the other will find out. Yet so far theres no sign that either knows.

You usually meet up with Gojo in his car, driving around in the late hours of the night.Gojo was the faster of the two, almost so rabidly horny it was cute. He would always attach pictures of him in his boxers to all his messages.

Sometimes sending ones with his print as the focal point. This is where youd use your innocent persona saying you're blushing or something like that.

Leading Gojo to believe he taught you how to suck dick. You gave him a nervous whine, and look up at him and said: "I dont know how Toru"

"You'll be fine" he encourage, throwing his head back as you eased him down your throat. His sheer size made you feel like a true virgin again, struggling to take his length drooling all over it.

"just like that" he'd huff, guiding you with a gentle push

His groans, and thrusts picked up as you started tearing up. As he got closer and closer he let out deep whiny moans, making your clit throb. Hes needy and his pale face is flushed pink as he leaks into your mouth.

Geto on the other hand is, sensual and extremely domineering. He'd usually invite you over, and his place was clean and always prepped for you. He would ease into everything he did with you.

Passion in all that he touches, you usually dont have to crank up your innocent act because he makes you nervous enough.

"You ever touch yourself" he'd whisper in your ear

"Well I try to but cant finish" youd admit embarrassed

"I'll show you how then"

Seating you in his lap, his hand over your own as his thick fingers working themselves in and out of your wetness.

Hed coopraise, as you sigh and moan his name. Arching needily into his touch, working another finger in even when you whine that two's too much. He drooling at how slick you are, living for every sound you make for. That you shake and beg for him as you came all over his fingers.

A steady stream of links with both, you find yourself getting too comfortable that's probably why you dont check if they're together when you text them anymore.

The next thing you know, Getos asking you to come over.

You're nervous but excited, skipping to the familiar building. Pressing the elevator for his floor, with giddy butterflies flooding your stomach (and coochie)

You add a cute flare to your knock, adjusting your skirt and everything. You even baked cookies for this link.

Geto half opens the door, smirking down at you with a look you've never quite seen before. You smile at him.

"I baked us some cookies" you presenting him the box

"Is there enough for me"

The door opening fully, to reveal Gojo in all his glory.

"What you say (name) is there enough for three?"

They both laugh at your defeated look, you feel obligated to walk in. Shifting awkwardly on the couch, shrinking into the cushions. The loud sound of them chewing the cookies you baked fills the silence.

"You know what, I'm outta here" you say, standing abruptly. Mustering as much confidence as possible.

"But we just started" Geto feigns sadness

"Take a cookie" Gojo offers amused

They're worse when they're together. Matching cruelly unserious smirks as the play with you.

"Look, if you want an apology.." you start,

They laugh in a weird unison, looking at each other with mischief

"Suguru, you want an apology"

"That depends on how she apologizes, Satoru"

They look to you, expectedly, you can only shrug your shoulders unsure to what they're playing at. Studying they're expressions you cant seem to read.

"Maybe she could beg?" Gojo circled around to sit on your left

"Maybe she could get on her knees, do what shes good at" Geto sat to the right

You're their prey as of now, catching on to what they want from you. You fight back a smirk, it's been hard to conceal that your lowkey into the corruption aspect of this affair. You liked pretending to be a lamb and them the big bad wolves.

"I'll do anything you ask" you say

°《♡•`*☆》° °《♡•`*☆》° °《♡•`*☆》°

Sandwiched between the two men, you feel as though you'll explode right there. 3 orgasms in, Geto fucks you from the front and Gojo in the back. Harshly thrashing in and out of you.

"Too rough" you sob out incoherently, feeling like they're in your stomach

"Aww shes cryin" Gojo pinches your nipple, Geto kissing your tearful cheeks

The masochistic assholes, folding you in half are mean. Getting off to your tears, I mean you hurt their pride and now it's getting taken out on you.

You can feel their collective throbbing, they've switch positions after each rounds. Both taking turns between your cunny and ass.

"Fuck shes so tight, I'm gonna bust" gojo groans as he finishes and it leaks down your ass

"God shes perfect" Geto huffs out, you cant respond your too drunk on the sensation. Your g spot Perfectly getting hit each time, as Gojos slender fingers circle your abused clit roughly.

You can feel that knot inside you tear, almost painfully as you gush. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you fall limp on Gojos chest.

Uncontrolled and messy,

"Dude no way"

"We should make her do it again"

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #suguru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #getou suguru #geto thirsts #gojo thirst

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wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife · 4 months

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Shoko „who after a long sloppy make out session holds her cig to your mouth and makes you inhale it but laughs cockily when you get into a coughing fit and coyly says ‘aww poor baby, you take Gojo and Getou at the same time, on both ends but can’t handle a ‘lil cig’ and takes pitty on her pretty baby and kisses it all better again” Ieiri

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kirbyskisses · 9 months

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when suguru is horny or feeling like a tease he has you read to him, or tell him about your day, or maybe talk about something you like.

meanwhile his fingers dip into you, rubbing your clit and taking mental notes of how wet you are for him.

“suguru…”

“just keep going my beloved, i’m listening.”

getting faster and more skillful but responding to your words diligently with deep, low refrains of “mhm,” “uh-huh,” “and what’s that, my love?” “oh, i see,” “tell me more, my jewel…”

until his fingertips kiss your g-spot. your pauses and stutters get increasingly longer and you throw your head back, hips shaking, climaxing with a quiet, drawn-out “suguruuu”

and he’ll grin and kiss your temple, feeling high-and-mighty that he can make you lose your ability to talk and think in real time.

@strawberrystepmom @14thcommander gift. for you. i luh you.💕

#suguru geto #smut #kirby thirsts 😫💦#getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x you #suguru geto x reader #getou suguru smut #geto suguru smut #geto smut #geto suguru x reader

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belovedmusings · 6 months

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It’s just nerves.

Choso Kamo x You x Suguru Geto

Part one of the ‘Two + One’ story. Click for story masterlist.

Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and you’ve been together for a year. His previous band broke up and he’s been looking to join a new one ever since, so when he has an audition with a local up and coming one, you accompany him to give him support. That’s where you meet the band’s Bassist, Suguru Geto. The mutual attraction is immediate—but you love your boyfriend, and you resolve to keep your desires for Suguru suppressed, even as Choso is accepted into the band. The question is, can Suguru stay away from you?

Relevant tags: love triangle, sexual tension, slow burn, thoughts of infidelity, guilt, car sex, semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, PWP/Porn With Plot, shy and nervous Choso, Choso is a sweetheart as always, Suguru is a quiet yet confident flirt, Suguru has piercings and tattoos, you are addressed without the usage of “y/n”, AFAB reader with minimal usage of gendered language, reader has no defining characteristics for realism & inclusivity

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: You Right (Doja Cat, The Weeknd), nasty (Ariana Grande), West Coast (Lana Del Rey)

A/N: okay, hear me out. these two are an alt boy duo that i would not mind being tag-teamed by so…here tf we go. This was gonna be a one shot but I live for drama so there’ll be multiple parts.

Read below the cut:

Choso’s leg won’t stop bouncing up and down in the passenger seat as you drive towards the location of his audition.

He’s been looking for his place in a new band ever since his previous one broke up a few months ago, and he’d seen that the city’s most popular up-and-coming band Curse Manipulation posted an ad in need of a guitarist on their Instagram. The two of you like some of their music though you aren’t overly familiar with the band, so he figured it would be a no-brainer to audition.

You know he’s going to be accepted. Choso is an amazing guitarist, and he writes beautiful lyrics, too. Not to mention the haunting voice he can sing with.

You have complete faith in your boyfriend, and he is very aware of your support, and yet he’s still an endearing ball of nerves beside you.

“Hey,” you say softly, placing a hand on his thigh as you reach a red stoplight, easing onto the brake. You give him a reassuring smile. “You’re gonna do great, babe. I know it.”

He smiles half-convincingly at you, which in him is really just a twitch of the corner of his lips, and you can’t help but reach up and lovingly cup his chin between your thumb and index.

“I’ll be right there with you. So you don’t need to worry.”

He sighs, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze as the light turns green, allowing you to continue on your drive.

“Thanks,” his voice is quiet. “I just…really do like their sound. The more I think of it, the more I can see myself playing with them. I just hope they agree.”

“They will,” you say surely. “After it’s over, wanna get some McDonald’s? I think there’s a McFlurry with your name on it.”

He chuckles softly and nods. “Sure. That sounds good.”

You flash a grin as you turn onto the next street, entering a residential area with houses nicer than you were expecting. They aren’t mansions, but as you drive through, they’re definitely nicer than yours and Choso’s humble apartment.

“Huh. Didn’t know they made this much money already,” You think aloud, and he shifts beside you, also looking out of the window.

“I read about them a little,” Choso tells you, “Their bassist is a songwriter that’s pretty well-known in alternative music, apparently.”

“Yeah?” You ask, impressed. “So this guy’s a big shot?”

“Kinda,” Choso laughs breathily. “Honestly, I think that’s why I’m nervous.”

“You’re nervous that he’s a professional? A little intimidated?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“Could be,” he admits. “I mean, I know that I’m a good player, so that’s not it entirely. It’s just that if I do get put in the band, things’ll change. They’re gaining popularity, and with the experience he has, the band’s definitely going to get somewhere.”

You hum. “That sounds great. You’ve always wanted to do this as a career—and your stuff deserves to be heard, baby. Maybe you’re more excited than nervous.”

“Could be,” he shrugs, “It’s just a lot.”

“That’s understandable,” you reply, “It’s okay to be nervous. Auditions are scary as hell. But I’m telling you, it’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna get in there, you’re gonna play and blow them away, then we’ll get ourselves some delicious fast food and relax at home.”

He smiles softly at you, and you return it before looking back out of the windshield, seeing your destination approaching. You slow to a stop on the curb at the side of the house, shifting the car into park.

“All right,” You say. “We’re here. Ready?”

He takes a breath and nods. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

—-

A tall, pale man in a white muscle tank-top and baggy sweats greets the two of you at the door with a smile.

“Hi, you must be Choso,” He shakes hands with your boyfriend, “Suguru said you’d be coming. I’m Larue, the band’s drummer.”

“Hey,” greets Choso with his trademark small-smile, “I am. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Who’s this beauty you brought with you?” Larue asks, directing his attention to you.

You shake hands with Larue as you introduce yourself as Choso's significant other.

“Hi,” you greet, giving him your name. “I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Oh, of course,” Larue insists. “Come on in. The studio’s down the hall. Just leave your shoes by the door.”

He lets you two into the house, allowing you a chance to look around while you remove your shoes. It looks rather modern and minimal as a structure but the furniture has an eclectic, almost gothic feel to it, green plants livening up the space. It smells pleasant as well—like fresh juniper.

“This way,” Larue gestures to follow him, so you and your boyfriend do, your hand slipping into Choso’s to offer him comfort. He gives your hand a little pulse and you do one in reply as Larue leads you down the hallway, stopping at the door at the end. “Here we are.”

He pushes it open and enters, calling out to the occupants in the room. “Choso’s here for his audition!”

Choso enters first and you follow, entering the cozy studio, lit warmly with lamps, the floor covered in patchwork rugs, a sofa on one end across from a mixing board, and behind that, glass panes that lead to the sound booth, a room that houses the band’s instruments and equipment. Honestly, you’re impressed—you had no clue this band was so serious about their music. It makes your chest swirl with pride. This is the perfect chance for Choso’s talent to finally be recognized.

“Hey there, it’s nice to meet you in person,” a voice pulls you out of your appraisal and back towards the mixing board, where a man sits in a chair, smiling at your boyfriend. As soon as you look at him, his eyes meet yours, and you swear a little shock of electricity runs through you at that exact moment. His eyes flash with something indistinguishable. “I’m Suguru Geto. Bassist and frontman.”

Oh. He’s the singer, too? The bassist? That’s a little unusual, but it’s cool. He’s cool. He has gauges that are framed by long, dark hair, placid and gentle dark eyes, a pretty nose, smooth-looking lips with strong cheekbones and a sharp jawline to match. You can’t ignore the piercings he has on his face, one over his left eyebrow, thin silver hoops adorning his bottom lip in snake bites. Tattoos peak up from his collarbone under his black crew neck, and you trace your gaze down to his hands, fingers free of tattoos but the back of his hands themselves inked up, chunky silver rings making up for the empty room on his dexterous digits instead.

Your mouth goes dry. He’s gorgeous.

His eyes don’t leave you as he says, “who is this angel you brought with you?”

Choso’s hand on yours tightens, bringing you back to yourself. You manage a smile, trying to ignore your racing heart. You stutter as you answer him, cementing yourself as Choso's.

When you tell Suguru your name, and he repeats it, a smile stretches across his lips. “It’s very nice to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable. Ah, and this is Miguel, our keyboards.”

He gestures to the man leaning against the wall in sunglasses, gold hoops handing from his ears. He smiles and waves. “Hey.”

“Hi,” replies Choso, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Choso, you wanna set up with the amp over there?” Suguru points to the wall near the couch, and your boyfriend nods.

“Yeah, sure.”

You smile at him again, rubbing his arm gently before moving over to the sofa to sit beside Larue on the opposite end. Miguel takes a seat in the chair beside him as Choso sets about getting his guitar from its case, your eyes gravitating back towards the black hole in the room sitting at the mixing board.

You find his calculating eyes already on you, and instead of looking away at being caught, the corner of his mouth turns up. It makes you feel warm all over.

“So,” Larue speaks, cutting through the silence. “How long have you been playing, Choso?”

“I taught myself when I was thirteen,” He answers, taking the chord plugged into the amp and pushing the other end into his guitar. “I joined my band when I was fifteen, but it split because the others wanted to do their own things.”

“Ah,” Miguel chimes in, “That sucks. Everybody’s gotta be on the same page.”

“Yeah, but I really liked being in a band, so hopefully this goes well,” Choso smiles softly, standing up to sling the guitar strap over his shoulder. He checks to make sure the volume on the amp is down before switching it on, experimentally strumming at a few strings until the volume is at a good level.

“All set?” Asks Suguru, and Choso nods.

“Yeah. I really like ‘Love to the Strong’ so I’ll do that one.”

That was one of your favorites of Curse Manipulator. You and Choso listen to it a lot, and you’ve heard him play it before. He was able to figure it out just by listening, once again putting you in awe of him. You know he has this in the bag.

His black-painted nails form the first chord and he starts strumming, effortlessly switching to the next one and the next, starting to sing along like it’s second nature. You watch him with shimmering eyes. Whenever he plays, you can’t help but see him for the star he truly is. Everything about him is just so unique, so special. What had drawn you to him was his appearance, how unapologetically he expresses himself in what he wears, the spiky style he wears his hair up in, the tattoo across the bridge of his nose, the heavy eyeliner around his eyes…you even think about the tattoo of your name he’d gotten over his heart for your birthday in beautiful black lettering, one of many presents to you that day, and your heart flutters.

Wanting to read the room to see how the others are reacting, you look at Miguel first. He’s nodding his head along, brow furrowed with a smile on his lips. Good. He’s enjoying it. You look at Larue next, who is tapping along to the beat with his hand on his thigh quietly, dividing it even further with his foot.

Last, your eyes move to Suguru, who is moving in time with Choso’s playing, nodding with his chin in his hand. He seems to feel your eyes on his, because he meets your gaze in the next moment. That smirk finds its way on his face again, playful, and you feel your heart hammer hard against your rib cage involuntarily. Without looking away from you, he lets his index finger rest between his lips, tongue pushing against it just so you see the black ball of jewelry at the center of it.

Fuck. A tongue piercing.

A deluge of very lewd, very intrusive thoughts slam into you without your permission. What would his snake bites and tongue piercing feel like if you kissed him? Or if he tried sucking a hickey into your neck? How would his mouth feel around one of your nipples? Or, shit, how would it feel eating you out? Does he know how to use that little bead to his advantage? Would he use it to make you fall apart?

The song finishes and Larue’s enthusiastic cheers yank you from your wanton musings, dragging your eyes from Suguru’s poetic face back to your boyfriend.

Choso smiles at you, eyes searching for approval, for assurance that he did well, and you nod without thinking, a smile spreading over your face as you push the thoughts of Suguru down. You can compartmentalize them later—right now, you need to be a supportive partner. Relief washes over his face.

“That was great,” Suguru says, all business again, “I didn’t know you could sing. Would you be interested in doing toplines and backing vocals also?"

Choso nods. “Yeah, that sounds great. I uh, I write too. If you ever wanted to collaborate.”

“He’s really good,” you add, hoping the blush you feel when Suguru’s gaze finds yours again isn’t noticeable. He smiles at you and it makes you so warm, so nervous.

“That’s great,” He says, glancing back at your boyfriend. “Choso, I know it was a short audition, but I think we can all agree that you’re exactly what we’re looking for.”

You see Choso’s face light up, nuanced to most but so obvious to you, and you grin brightly. You knew it.

“Really?”

“Yep,” Miguel voices his agreement. “Welcome to the band.”

“Welcome!” is Larue’s input.

Suguru flits his eyes to you again. “Just what I’ve been looking for.”

Choso doesn’t see where he’s looking though, because he’s smiling at you, but you do see it, and you feel all sorts of emotions.

Suguru wants you. He’s made it obvious enough already, and that fact plays with your sanity levels a disturbing amount. You have Choso. You love Choso. You see yourself staying with him forever, because he makes you happy, and he makes you feel safe and taken care of. You trust him with your life and he’s never done anything to even waver that trust. You have never looked at another man like this the entire time you’ve been with Choso, either.

So why now all of a sudden is a simple glance from Suguru threatening to put you on your knees? What is going on with you?

“Thank you guys,” Choso speaks, oblivious to the turmoil inside of your head, “I’ll do my best.”

Suguru stands up and pats his shoulder. Oh fuck. He’s tall, shoulders wide—he’s intimidating. He looks like he could toss you around like a pillow. Choso’s build is nothing to sneeze at, but Suguru is just…huge. You silently beg for any god listening to take pity on you and force you to calm down.

“Come on, let’s all relax in the living room with some tea and get to know everyone better,” Suguru suggests, looking at you, “How does that sound?”

You have half a mind to run out of the house right now to prevent yourself from doing something stupid like jumping Suguru’s bones on the spot. Instead, you force a smile on your face.

“Sounds good.”

It’s an hour of soft torture on Suguru’s couch. You’re sandwiched between Choso and the arm of the blue velvet sofa, Larue on his other side. Miguel sits in a matching chair off to the right, and in the other one, directly to your left sits Suguru.

It’s obscene the way his legs are spread out, open like he has a third one in the middle and he needs room for it, and that thought keeps repeating in your head, contributing to the worst hurricane that’s ever ravished the shores of your mind.

His arms are no better, elbows perched on either of the chair’s arms, pelvis forward as he slinks lazily. He’d made tea for everyone when you went into the living room and when he handed you your mug, his fingertips brushed yours and it made you feel like a shy teenager with a crush.

You try really hard not to stare at him but your eyes keep gravitating. He’s leading the conversation, and a fair amount of questions have to do with you. You have no choice but to look at him. And fuck, you don’t mind, he’s sentient art. It should be punishable by law how sinfully his pierced lips wrap around the mug to sip at the tea. At one point while you’re talking about what you do for a living, Choso’s watching you as you talk. Since his eyes aren’t on Suguru, it gives the man a free-pass to test your patience. A drop of tea accidentally slides down the side of his mouth and he flicks his tongue out to lick it, stud glinting at you, and you fucking feel yourself start to get wet.

You tear your eyes away from him after stuttering, finishing your sentence and lifting the cup to your lips to give yourself something else to focus on.

Whenever he looks at you, you can just feel it. You feel it like when you stand too close to fire, heat just threatening to burn your skin, and you suddenly have the overwhelming urge to get fucked.

Wow, you think, real nice. You’re disappointed in yourself. You just met this man and he has this much control over your body? He hasn’t even really touched you.

Choso didn’t even have this effect on you. It was a pair assignment in a class you two had together that started it. He was quiet and frankly looked bored most of the time. He never spoke unless he was spoken to, or to ask you something about your assignments. When you were told you had to work with each other for the final, you two grew closer over meetings at cafes while you worked. You remember the first time you made him laugh. It was music to your ears, and it made your heart flutter. That’s when you started having feelings for him.

Everything he did after that was endearing. You started noticing that he would ask you more questions than necessary just to talk with you, you noticed he’d find reasons to prolong your meetings when you worked together, and he’d even pay for the food or drinks you’d order while working. He liked you, and you liked him back, and he was just so pure in his intentions, you fell even harder.

The night before the final was due, you were over at his place to practice. You’d been there a few times, as he’d been at yours too, and after polishing the project, you decided you two needed a break. You saw his guitar sitting against the wall and asked him to play something. He was hesitant, but ultimately couldn’t deny you, so he sat across from you and started strumming and singing a song you’d never heard before.

It was beautiful. The lyrics would put Hozier to shame. You suspected it was an original, too. You were probably biased, but hell, at that moment you knew he was someone you couldn’t let go of.

When he finished, he confirmed that he’d written it himself. You told him whoever he wrote it about was really lucky, and that if it was you, you’d fall in love with him immediately.

That was you opening the door, and he walked through it with earnest eyes and a hopeful smile.

He’s been your boyfriend since, and he’s made you so happy.

Remembering how you met Choso helps a lot to mitigate the damage Suguru is doing to your psyche, and to keep yourself strong, you don’t look at Suguru again. You fix your eyes on the mug, and a little after the tea is finished, you and Choso decide to go home.

Suguru sees you out after Larue takes care of your mugs, Miguel bidding you a farewell before he makes his way back to the studio. You get your shoes back on, hearing Choso express his gratitude again and agree to return tomorrow so that they can start rehearsing for their next gig.

“It was really nice to meet you.”

Suguru’s eyes are suddenly on yours again and it’s as if that flame that had been reduced to a steady, barely noticeable simmer roars back to life on high. He really is so fucking, damningly pretty.

“You too,” you manage with what you hope is a convincingly easy smile. He holds his palm out to shake hands, and your heart jumps in your ribcage. You fear touching him might rouse a beast within you that you previously had no knowledge of.

Out of courtesy and the obligation to uphold social cues, you lay your hand in his. His palm is warm. His fingers feel rough and firm, no doubt hardened due to his years playing bass. His skin looks nice against yours, you think intelligently, and before he lets go, he gives your hand a strong squeeze. Had you been any less of a person you would have buckled with your newly weakened knees. He has a strong grip.

What on you would he grab like that? Your thigh? Your ass? Your hips? Fuck, your neck?

Your smile tapers at the sheer indecency of your thoughts as he lets go, and you absentmindedly smile at him to try and save face, turning to follow your boyfriend out of the house and down the driveway.

“Get home safely!” Suguru calls behind you, and you hear Choso reply in kind. You can’t muster a response. Your whole body is buzzing. It feels like there are two wolves literally fighting for dominance inside of you. One of them is urging you to go home, to calm the hell down and maybe take out all of your newfound frustration on Choso.

The other one, however, is clawing at your back, trying to drag you back towards Suguru so that you can jump him and fuck him right in the front room of his house.

Obscene. Filthy. You need to get out of here. Who are you?

You make it to the car, but after Choso puts his guitar in the backseat, you hesitate before the driver’s seat.

“Babe?” You ask, and he looks over at you.

“Yeah?”

“Can you drive?”

“Of course,” he answers easily, moving around to meet you at the driver’s side of the car. You hand him the keys, but refuse to move. He tilts his head to the side. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod, unsure of who you’re trying to convince. You’re so torn right now. You feel so guilty for looking at another man the way you did tonight, but you’re also still so fucking horny and your angel of a boyfriend is standing right in front of you.

You decide to make a very lust-induced decision.

“Choso?”

“Yeah?” He puts his hand on your shoulder in concern. “What is it?”

He’s so fucking sweet. It warms your heart but you need something more, something crazy.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen, and you can practically hear his heart stutter. He blinks, face reddening. “Well…when we get home, we can—”

“Right here, Choso.”

Another blink. He has no idea where this is coming from—you’ve never acted like this. Sex stays at home, in private.

“…right here? Right now?” He asks, looking around. It’s dark out now, the neighborhood lit up dimly by streetlights staggered up and down the sidewalks. “Outside?”

“In the car,” you say. That’s private enough, right? It should be. He swallows thickly.

“Are…are you sure? What if we get caught?”

You just want it so badly right now. You stretch the truth to get what you desire.

“I’m just so proud of you,” you say, heart feeling heavy. “You did so well today—you deserve it, baby.”

He smiles bashfully at the praise, scratching behind his neck. “I only did because you were here…I can wait until we get back. Don’t worry.”

It’s not working. God damn it.

You make a last-ditch effort.

“I know you can,” you say, getting in his space and touching his chest. Lowly, you add, “But I don’t think I can.”

His dark eyes widen again, an unsure smile twitching at his lips. “You want me that bad?”

It’s starting to work. “Yeah. Please, babe? Unless it makes you uncomfortable…”

“No,” he quickly shakes his head, “Let’s do it. Where do we…?”

You spring into action.

Your hand goes for the lever on the side of the driver’s seat, pulling it and reclining it all the way back.

“Sit, baby. I’ll ride you.”

He sucks in a breath and does as told, getting in the car and watching as you follow, shutting and locking the door behind yourself.

You straddle his legs and kiss him without a moment to waste, threading your hands in his hair. He reciprocates easily, sighing when he feels you pull the hair ties out to let his dark brown locks fall free. His hands find your waist as you start grinding on him to get him hard, relishing in the soft noises it starts to pull from him within minutes.

You think for a moment that this is crazy. You’re actually going to fuck Choso in a car. It is a little dangerous, but that excites you. You’re just so fucking turned on because of that infuriatingly gorgeous bassist…

Choso moans when you grind harder, his hand slipping up the leg of the denim shorts you’re wearing and past your underwear, finding you to be drenched.

“You really did want this,” he laughs breathily, and you feel another pang of guilt. He’s feeling the result of miniscule attention from Suguru. Sick. It’s sick.

You can’t do this to Choso. You need to focus on him. This is happening between the two of you and no one else.

“I did,” you choose to smile back. “Let me have it now, baby?”

He sucks in a slow breath and nods, pupils blown, reaching down to unzip his jeans. You help, popping the button and reaching down to free him from his boxers.

He’s hot and firm in your grasp and you can’t help but stroke him a few times, enjoying the groans it pulls from his throat.

Painfully aware of your own arousal, you decide not to tease him anymore and shift, lining him up with your entrance. Just like that, with all of your clothes still on, you slip him inside, moaning at the relief the pressure of his girth provides your needy walls.

His hands stay on your hips as you start bouncing on him, his brows furrowing, eyes fixed on your face.

“Fuck,” he breathes, breathing ragged and erratic. You hear the wet noises obscenely in the small space, covering his shaft with your essence, and you roll your hips, teasing his tip against the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Choso,” you hiss, aiming there. Recognizing you found it, he starts thrusting up to meet your movements, heightening your pleasure. You throw your head back, mouth falling open. “Oh god baby, yes…”

His eyes flutter shut and you start riding him faster, his jaw clenching as he bites down. A strained grunt escapes with his voice, neck veins protruding, and you move your hands before thinking, wrapping them around his neck.

He groans louder as you apply a tiny amount of pressure, voice switching and going higher. You’re thoroughly wrecking your boyfriend now and it’s making your mound practically weep over his cock, uncaring that the car is rocking with your movements.

Your eyes flit to the side out of the window, and what you see punches heat into your gut so hard you gasp.

Suguru is standing on the balcony of what must be his bedroom, looking right into the window of your car at you, and only you.

He’s holding something between his fingers that looks like a cigarette, smirking down at you as he leans his cheek against his palm. Keep going, his eyes say.

You don’t dare disobey him. The thought doesn’t even cross your mind. You ride Choso even harder, getting the head of his throbbing cock to hammer against the most sensitive part of your insides.

You chance a glance down at Choso, who is still lost in a world of his own, eyes squeezed shut, and you look back up at Suguru, who is taking a drag.

He blows out smoke and it makes you clench hard around Choso.

“Fuck,” moans your boyfriend, “M’close, so close…”

You are too. The cock inside of you is so good, the friction of your shorts on your pearl is starting to overwhelm you, and Suguru watching you with absolutely zero shame is twisting your instincts into knots.

He corrupts you with dirty thoughts just by looking at you.

If it were him, the moment you’d asked to fuck, he probably would have pushed you into the backseat. You’d have been on your hands and knees, or maybe laid out on your back as he railed you so disrespectfully you’d feel him trying to invade your ribs. He’d call you all sorts of names, degrade you for being a slut, for not being able to wait.

You moan louder, feeling so close you’re about to lose your mind. Choso mewls beneath you, voice becoming lost to the whimpers he gets only when he cums.

“Baby, baby,” his voice rings out, “Fuck, I’m cumming…”

You feel it spill inside of you and as soon as Suguru’s smirk deepens, his head tilting as if to say ‘go on’, you orgasm hard.

“Oh fuck!”

Choso grunts as you clamp down on his sensitive member, slowing his thrusts to a stop as you pant heavily. You see Suguru grin and straighten up, lingering his gaze for a moment longer before turning and leaving you alone with Choso once more.

Now without the object of your forbidden desires, you slump forward, laying over Choso’s chest. You kiss his sweaty neck lovingly, embracing him tightly as the post-coital clarity starts seeping back into your head.

“Thank you,” you breathe, “I love you, Choso.”

You do. You love him. Suguru is just a fantasy and he’s going to stay that way. You’re happy with Choso and that’s the end of the story. You’ll just have to avoid Suguru and everything will be fine.

“I love you too,” He replies softly, kissing the top of your head. “Always.”

You close your eyes, biting back a heavy sigh.

I’m so sorry, you want to say, but resolve to make it up to him by just being a better partner to him than you have been, though he’s never complained. You’re not going to let this new infatuation take root.

What you don’t know is that this is only the beginning.

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starrierknight · 4 months

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HOKAY!👏 Let's do this!

Toji Fushiguro

Toji shuddered as you scraped your fangs down the side of his neck, the normally cold and collected man flushed red beneath you. Every little touch from your teeth and nails making him feel like electricity was zipping up and down his spine. You let out a breathy chuckle into his ear. "Aw, Toji, baby, don't tell me you're getting all worked up just over a few touches." You teased, Toji grunting in response. "I haven't even bit you yet." "Then get to it." He hissed, making you frown for a moment, Toji thinking he may have finally bested you, a smug grin of his own until he saw that ravenous glimmer in your eyes, your red painted lips curling into a cruel grin. "Trust me, my little good luck charm, I'll certainly bite you. And I'll feast on your blood as much as I'd like." You purred before diving in and sinking your teeth into Toji's chest, a yelp being elicited from him, the man throwing his head back. He felt arousal flood his system as you began to feast on his blood, pulling away with a sigh of delight. "You taste of that whiskey you like drinking so much at the tables. It's euphoric." You moaned before biting him again on the opposite pec, making Toji cry out again. You kept doing it over and over, by the time you had finished your feast, your love was covered in bruises and puncture wounds, a wet patch staining his pants.

Suguro Geto

He regretted writing you off. He thought you to be weak given that you couldn't properly harness cursed energy, you were like those other monkeys he wanted to slaughter. Suguru now realized the gravity of his mistake, the man looking up at you from the pinned position you held him in. "What was that about me being just another idiotic monkey, Suguru?" You crooned, a cruel smirk painted on your features. "Do you have anymore foolish things to say to me, sweet boy?" Suguru couldn't bring himself to say anything, the man simply staring at you with wide eyes, swallowing a lump in his throat. Your eyes locked onto his jugular, a bright sparkle in your eye appearing. He felt his face flush watching your tongue roll over your fangs. The sight was terribly erotic to him. You took his hand and lifted it to your lips, pressing kisses to his searing hot skin with a sigh. "P-Please, take what you wish. E-Everything feels like- AH!" Suguru cried out loudly as you sank your teeth into his wrist a moan leaving your chest as you tasted his blood. "Mmm, my foolish little darling, you taste like ambrosia..." You cooed, licking the wound and sealing it before you tore away at his top. You dove down towards his chest, sinking your teeth into his pec, suctioning your mouth around his nipple and making him groan out in satisfaction, your hunger being nicely sated by his heavenly blood. The night was young, and you both were near insatiable. You'll never forget the pleas for more that fell from Suguru's chest as you fed, both on his blood and on his pleasured cries of your name.

Satoru Gojo

Satoru was surprised to say the least, but he couldn't say it was unpleasant, it's not an everyday occurrence that you learn your beloved partner is a vampire. In fact, he found it to explain a lot and very attractive even. Satoru never really was one for the mundane. Plus, seeing you look up at him from between his legs was really hot, even if he was baffled by how easily you make him submit. You had placed the man in handcuffs and a collar, the leash connected to the simple leather piece trailing down to your hand, the length of it wrapped around your palm tightly. He liked that look on you, being in charge of him, even if he was a cocky bastard about being the one that'd be in control of everything in the bedroom. He liked how you laughed at him before you pinned him to a wall, how you made his mind fog up with lust. You were like a force of nature to Satoru. "You ready to be my dinner, pretty boy?" You cooed, a shiver going through the white haired man. He nodded, a hum being earned. "Your words, darling. Use your words." "I'm ready. Come on, don't- HAH! Fuck!" Satoru cried out as you bit his thigh, your hunger taking over and propelling you forth to sink your teeth into your lover. You had wanted to to get a taste of Satoru for a long while, and the wait was worth it as the tag of the coppery liquid filled your mouth. You had laced your own saliva with aphrodisiac to try and alleviate pain for your lover, and already you could tell it was working, Satoru letting out a gruff moan of delight as the blood rushed under his skin and flowed into your awaiting mouth. "Mmmm....Sweet like sangria..." You crooned, pulling away and yanking him down to press your lips to his, the two of you moaning in unison. You bit his lower lip, cutting it and sucking out more of his blood, your love letting out a whine. "M-More, more please, this feels good-" He pleaded as you pulled away from the kiss. You let out a dark chuckle upon hearing the pleas he gave, his beautiful blue eyes clouded over with lust and longing. You hummed, tracing his jawline with your free hand, another desperate whine leaving his throat. "Trust me, baby, I'm nowhere near done with you. Just hang on tight."

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suguru-getos · 6 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 29﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Wax Play

Warnings: Wax play, soft dom Sugu <3, use of the word 'Daddy'.

Your ears heard the sound of the entrance door opening and closing, followed by footsteps from Suguru, you bit your lip in anticipation, and you let him come to the bedroom door, sitting pretty in a black lacey lingerie and darting your doe eyes at him. Suguru tilted his head, smirking and leaning against the door frame, "Oh wow, someone is all dressed to please me, hmm?"

You are blinded by how beautiful he looks at times, the love in your eyes showing oh-so-easily for him; he would ask you to die and you would. He would ask you to kill, and you would. Calculated footsteps followed through, hands wrapping around your throat and tilting your chin up. Your lips reflexively parted he moment Suguru's gaze landed on you. You wanted a kiss so bad.

You had been teasing him over texts for hours, ever since he left for work. Now he has the time to get back at you. "Got you something." Suguru hums, leaning back and not allowing you to brush your lips against him. His shirt came off; just to make you feel more intimate. "Got these." He cooed, taking out a white colored wax candle. His other hand brought the lighter and lit it up. Your eyes were intermingled with two things, slight nervousness and anticipation.

To ease your worries, Suguru dripped the wax on the skin of his palm, "won't burn you, I promise." He gently chided, you couldn't possibly expect someone as thoughtful as Suguru to not do research now do you?

You gulped, smiling softly at his sentence, "Okay Daddy."

Suguru hummed, walking closer to you, kneeling between your legs, and taking off the fresh set of lingerie you bought for him. "God, I can't wait to ravish you, Angel." The affirmation came from deep below the depths of his throat, biting his lip at the sight of your naked body. Your nipples perked up at the cold air of the air conditioner.

The candle's wax turns into body oil, and Suguru is having fun just contemplating how cute the temperature play would be. "Spread your legs for me," Suguru commanded, glancing at you with softened eyes to soothe the blow of his daunting order. You nodded, spreading your thighs apart. The candle tilted and within two seconds, you feel the hot wax drip right onto your clit. A soft hiss escaped you, the sting of hotness lasted barely a second, before fading off to a delicious feeling of warmth.

"Ngh," You rewarded him with an awfully lewd moan as more drops of wax dripped on you, his thumb finding a way to spread up the body oil into your clit, smirking at the sight of you dancing onto his fingers for more friction. The next turn was for your nipples, droplets of the wax dripping down onto the sensitive skin, making you whine for more. Your cunt was dripping wet, eager for more.

"Beg to be fucked," you heard Suguru order again, and it was as if a reflex had taken over your body. "Please, Suguru, fuck me." You begged in the most honey-laced tone, being such a good girl for him.

Your cunt was twitching around nothing, so awfully turned on with your boyfriend's little temperature play. "Aw, good girl. Look at you, like putty in my hand." Suguru commented, smiling down at you, leaning in to steal a soft, tender kiss.

"I love you, Angel." The voice came out from the depths of his heart, pouring all his love and affection into one sentence. "I love you too, Daddy." Your tone mimicked the same affection; the same love, as easy as breathing for the two of you.

"Going to fuck you nice, treat you even though you've been a little brat today." Suguru chuckled, remembrance of your thirst traps spammed to him stuck like a bulletin in his head. "I'm sorry Daddy, just missed you." You pouted, watching him spread your cunt lips, unzipping himself and thrusting into your cunt in one go, almost balls deep.

"Argh- Ah-" A guttural moan escaped your lips, it seemed like you were being torn apart in the best of ways, heavy panting echoing into the room. "Ssh ssh, take it, take it well." Suguru hummed gently, leaning in and kissing your forehead deeply.

"Fuck, Angel, hugging me so tight, hmm?" Suguru hissed, moving inside you, with slow but deep thrusts. Until he can't possibly fuck you any deeper. Your womb stopping him from going any further. "Still can't take me fully, aw?" Suguru mocked you playfully, kissing your pout off.

His thrusts picked up their pace, kissing your collarbone and leaning in, suckling onto your perked nipples as his lips wrapped around your tits. "Cum for me, whenever you want." He smiled, noticing your walls flutter and twitch around him. "Gonna fill you up, hm?"

You nodded eagerly, arching your back as you felt the orgasm rake through your body, twitching and whimpering with a gasp. "Shit, shit- AH," every single moan, every single sound was vibrating with the way Suguru thrusts his cock into you, also tipping off the edge and filling your fluttering walls with his warm seed.

"That was- ah- amazing." You grinned, panting mess as you felt your high slowly come down. "Liked wax play huh?" Suguru smiled tenderly at you, smooching you once more.

"Next time we'd try edging." You giggled, and Suguru rolled his eyes. "Then you'd start crying that you want to cum and I'm being mean," Suguru commented, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"I WONTT" You whined out, pouting. "We both know, you will," Suguru smiled, gently taking himself out and watching his cum gush out of you with a frown, tucking it in with his fingers. "Promise, I won't." "Okay then, if you cum without permission next time, I'd ruin your orgasm," Suguru commented and watched you pout again... with a laugh. "See, this is what I was talking about Princess, spoiled you too much haven't I?"

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shunshunrika · 10 months

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Praise Kink! Suguru Geto

Suguru Geto is a master of words and emotions. So much so that when he is whispering in your ear with his husky voice, holding your hair in a bunch while pounding into you from behind, it has waves of euphoria crashing into your being. "That's right. That's my girl. Arch your back further now."

Foreplay with Suguru can be multiple hours long at a time, especially when he's in a good mood. It starts out with a subtle "Miss Y/N, what's the occasion today for you to look so ravishing." While a quaint smile graces his face. All the way to "Each hair on my body, every nerve, every cell yearns for you. Will you let me paint your face in my color?" he asks while his cock is about to burst very close to your swollen lips.

It is impossible for Suguru Geto to not tickle your praise kink. He will compliment literally anything and everything about you. From how well you cook, how your back arches at the perfect angle, how your hair is the exact type and length he likes, how your tongue has great control as it slurps him up, how you whimper when bitten but moan when caressed...

Suguru Geto likes the 'what ifs'. "Y/N, What if I was the local priest and you were the regular temple visitor?" "Oh, Oh. How about you are the police and I am the criminal." 10/10 would buy stuff to play out his fantasies, like the little, enigmatic boy he is. Imagine him all cuffed up teehee.

Sometimes convinces you to ride him and will be unashamed with his commentary. Suguru holds one hand to his forehead, drowning in pleasure and one hand to your breast, squeezing it generously. "What good deed did I commit to lay under you being fucked by you so well~"

Refuses to shut up as he is about to climax. He grips your hips tightly, glazed eyes mirroring madness. "Amazing! Marvelous!" "I have never felt this explosive before!" "Oh, How the world is erupting into stardust around me!"

Suguru, Calm down. Your enthusiasm is making you thrust so hard up into poor Y/N who's riding you, she is about to pass out.

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valhearts · 2 years

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jjk men who are noisy

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, toji x reader, choso x reader, mahito x reader

cw: mentions of creampies, roughish sex, choking, mentions of marking, praises, degrading, blow jobs, overstimulation, gender neutral reader

a/n: i must spread my agenda, i heart noisy men ♡

Satoru Gojo

When he comes to sex he acts like a porn star. He’s always moaning about how tight you are. He also can’t shut up like at all, but that’s fine you like him like this

All you could get out that night was his name, he had been fucking you into oblivion. The walls of the room echoed the moans and whines that came from you two. His moans were so pretty, you could easily get off from them alone. You had been grabbing his hair to keep yourself steady because of how rough his pace was. “Fuck- I’m so close, can I cum in you?”

Suguru Geto

Geto is noisy in the way he can’t shut up. He always has to say something, he’s a bit too similar to his best friend in this aspect. That’s where the similarities end, Geto doesn’t moan or whimper much, however he does let out an occasional grunt or groan.

Geto smiles as he sees he sight underneath him as he gently wraps his hands around your neck. That night Geto couldn’t shut up about how good he felt and other praises, he enjoyed seeing the disheveled mess he could make out of you. Seeing your small gasps for breath was probably the best part of the night. You could feel his dick twitch in you when he squeezed your neck a bit tighter. “You’re so good for me darling”

Kento Nanami

Nanami has always been a bit of a silent person, never talks much at work or just in general. Well at least when he’s not pounding into you like its the last time he’ll ever see you again

You can still remember all the times your fingernails dug deep into his back, your head buried into his neck, marking him with your bites. All the while, he was trying to hold back whimpers, groans, and moans, all of which felt wonderful on your ears. He was never one for talking but the times he did talk during this were just praises he whispered into your ears, “Ah- you feel wonderful”.

Toji Fushiguro

It’s no secret at all that Toji is noisy, theres no possible way for Toji to shut up during sex. He always has something to say, degrading you for being such a slut, telling you how tight you are, or he badly he wants to fuck you.

He has so many fond memories of you on all fours just for him, letting him fuck you like he was touch starved. His hands holding your hips so tightly as if youd go away if his grip was loose. Biting back any groans or moans seemed pointless to Toji, I mean he’s already balls deep into you. He groans out any dirty thing that comes into his mind. “Heh.. you really are a whore for me”.

Choso Kamo

Choso is the most unintentionally noisiest man you could meet. Any little thing you could do earns a whimper. His whimpers and moans are something you adore. It’s pleasant knowing you absolutely ruin him.

Blowjobs are the easiest way to get noises from Choso. He lets out the prettiest moans and whimpers when he feels your soft lips wrap around his cock. He cups your face and looks at you as if you’re the greatest thing in the whole world. Choso isn’t the chattiest one around but he still stutters out praises for you. “An-Angel you feel so wonderful, pl-please dont stop”.

Mahito

Mahito rivals pornstars when it comes to moaning and the shit he says during sex. His moans sound so fake?? They’re still pretty to hear. Whether his moans are real or not, they’re loud as hell. Mahito is just loud in general, very loud.

Once again, you find yourself allowing Mahito to fuck you like a perverted highschooler. He has came in you far too many times to count, you’re so overstimulated but he still keeps on fucking you. He’s moaning in your ears talking about how you feel so good, how you’re going to make him cum again. His whines grow louder as he’s closer to cumming again. “Ah- im gonna cum again- can we pleasee have one more round pretty please!”

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killzenin · 8 months

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˗ˏˋMR. KILLERˎˊ˗

★—where geto works as a scare actor in a haunted house!★

💭—its just me and my murderous pookie bear against the world ✋🏻😞

📍MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, mutual masturbation, teasing, begging, spit, established relationship (friends with benefits), fake bl00d, quick/hidden sex.

in the dim light that came through a small window by the top of the haunted houses closet door— the crimson substance, that was a good substitute for blood, painted part of geto's face. along with a poorly sown 'stitch' that ran along his forehead. his appearance provoked a stir of emotions within you. geto looked eerie, and dark and mysterious. this was a now certified guilty kink as your cunt spasmed and sucked in around his slender fingers.

"ughh~yess fa-faster suguru, please-ahn~!" you mewl into geto's neck, trying to keep as quiet as you could while the pleasure he ensured made the pumping you did on his cock sloppy.

geto's ring and middle finger slide themselves in and out your squeaky, wet pussy with quick ease. while his thumb playfully fondled your clit in circles, stimulating the knot of pleasure building up at the base of your stomach.

"you ready angel? is your pussy stretched enough to take me?" geto said in-between shaky breaths. you nodded urgently as you detach yourself from his neck to face him, not caring if he fitted inside or not.

a string of drool escaped geto's lips and aimed towards coating his angry red tip as a means of lube substitution. you soon followed dripping your own drool onto his tip, smearing the leaking precum and saliva all over his length.

you were perfectly aligned to recieve geto from where you were sat on some wooden boxes. as you kept stroking along his coated cock you whispered, "come closer."

he obeyed to your commands. inching closer to you, as your hands still on his length, you lead it to tease around your longing pussy lips. the both of you couldn't keep at bay the lusty moans as both caressed on each other.

"sugu~mmm, need you~!" you pushed his cock head to peek inside your entrance, not even halfway in and the fullness you felt made your sweet moans to echo through the small room.

geto had to silence you down to his displesure, wanting to hear more of his little angel's squeals and moans. so, the two fingers he previously used to bully your pussy, found shelter in your mouth as he finally pushed himself inside of you with a heavy thrust.

your eyes rolled back by such intense pleasure while you tasted geto's fingers enveloped with your juices. geto was merciless pounding on you, abusing your cunt to his fullest desire. you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his waist and your pussy around his girthy cock.

"oh baby, just like that~ fuck'n cum all over me angel." his free hand roughly gripped onto your waist, deepening his thrusts. his voice, your constricted moans, as well as the sloppy melody of your bodies skin slapping in the constricted room, made you reach a quick orgasm.

your orgasmic slick began to drip to the floor as geto still pistoned himself inside you in full bliss. geto felt your gummy walls contract onto him, encouraging him to reach his own orgasm.

your gaze was fixated on your sex-friend, watery dolled up eyes met his. the two fingers he placed in your mouth still rested there. the lewd face displayed by you made geto pull out and cum right then and there, without a care if he came too soon. painting your fucked-out pussy lips creamy white.

taking out his fingers you became quick to confess, "fuck me dressed like that again." geto's eyes broke free from his trance, from watching your cunt shudder with cum all over to see you face to face surprised.

"sugu you look so fucking hot, i wanna get fucked by you again like this."

geto adored your idea, his heart thumping like a wild rabbits foot with excitement. "then let's ditch this place and let me fuck you the way you want angel." he whispered while helping you down and adjusting your skirt and panties up. geto straightened his attire and you both hurried away from the haunted house straight to his home to continue what you had started.

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satoruhour · 7 months

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I’m a satoru girl through and through but….I saw this headcanon post on tiktok saying that geto would grip the head board with one hand…and I’ve never been the same.

a/n: this got a little kick to it ngl! a little half assed bc i havent been writing properly these few days and rather just rambling. tagging my geto fuckers @na-t0 @crysugu @slttygeto

warnings: fem!reader, reader has a hand kink, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, sex in geto’s parents’ house, finger sucking, n*sfw under the cut

anyone who’s met geto suguru knows he has pretty hands and arms. when he explains the differences between his curses, you’re only looking at his hands, at how he summons them and absorbs them back into his being. when geto drives, the way his muscles tense and release against the black shirt make you clench your thighs together.

the winning thing to finally get you to release a breath is the hand on your thigh, squeezing and feeling around. it’s routine. he’s always done it, but you aren’t sure why the feeling is so vivid now.

“what is it, darling? you keep sighing.” your boyfriend’s eyes are still on the road, unaware of your predicament before he finally has the chance to turn to you: all hot and bothered and heaving. “are you okay? we can turn back around if you’re feeling nervous.”

you were meeting his parents, of course you were nervous! but all you do is reassure him with a hand to his and a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

but dinner is as difficult as it is — “suguru, may i have a tissue?” his mother calls out, not wanting to bother you even though you were closer to the tissue box. geto reaches over your plate with an apology, muscled arm right up to your face that you suck in a breath. your lover takes four prawns, but you already know he’s on his way to peel two for you.

he digs at the prawn’s skin and pulls, rips out the legs and takes off the head, not even hearing his father’s question about what you’re majoring in because you were too hyper-fixated on suguru’s fingers. you pray that he never finds out about this, but he manages to tease it out of you later in his bedroom which his parents have kept clean. the bed fits you perfectly fine, geto’s fingers try their best.

“this why you were so distracted this evening?” geto laughs into your skin, enjoying the shyness you’re exhibiting. even now, you’re trying to hide the way your eyes flicker to his hands that pump in and out of you, mewling into your shirt.

“y—yeah . .” you mumble, grasping at his biceps to be close to geto.

he coos, “oh, baby . . could’ve just said so.” he indulges you, leaning forward to kiss you as his fingers move at a lazy pace, strictly for stretching you out before you’re left empty. you’re no stranger to geto’s cock, and yet the size always takes your breath away.

“now . . gotta be quiet, ya hear me?” geto nudges his tip past your folds and you’re taking quick breaths. you can barely hold his stare, legs coming around to hug his waist. “don’t want my parents hearing how the sweet girl they met just now is actually a filthy little thing.”

you nod.

“tha’s a good girl . .” geto sucks in a breath when he comes right up to the hilt and he thinks he might just cum with how much you’re clenching around him. you’re always so good to him, so pliant and so caring, little broken sputters of his name leaving your lips.

“su— gu— ru—!” he makes a statement with every accurate thrust, threatening you to let out louder sounds than now. he’s so so afraid of his parents walking in, because despite his instructions, he’s not exactly following. his grunts are getting louder and spiralling into moans, not to mention, your pussy is just crying for him.

“you’re so— wet, sweetheart.” suguru drags a hand down to your clit and plays with it, making you arch your back off the sheets and grind your hips back onto his. he tuts. “aht! down, baby. i know you’re eager, but i want you to— f-fuck . . let me do all the work.”

geto smiles a little when you obey, purposefully flexing his arms a little more to wind you up. if the hand on your clit wasn’t enough, the other works its way up your body, spanning the beauty of your stomach and just feeling you. they trail up even more to your face where you lean into his touch and then they’re above you.

you make the mistake of glancing up, seeing how his grips his headboard so damn tightly it’s clear that your cunt is the only cunt to make him feel this way — his biceps tense and move together with the headboard, the uncomfortable squeaking definitely giving you two away. well, the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass was also another indicator, coupled with the squelching of your pussy.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.” you’re caught. again. there’s a smug smirk on his face at your clueless face, having no chance to apologise before he uses the hand on your clit and sticks his fingers in your mouth. you moan around them, grabbing on his wrist immediately to suck on them. geto twitches in you at the sight, rough thrusts stammering just a little and you give him a smile back.

geto chuckles, “what a slut.”

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solarisensun · 2 years

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OKAY what about big brother Suguru and his weird friend Satoru who sits a little too close and let's his touches linger a little too long. Suguru-nii's friend who insists you call him Nii-chan too because he's over at your place so much he's basically your brother anyway. "O-Okay... Nii-chan." you whisper as he pulls you in for another hug.

You tell Suguru you don't really like how touchy he is but he ignores your worries. "He's just friendly." or "He just loves you as much as I do." You learn to avoid Satoru as often as you can.

But it's impossible to remove your self proclaimed brother from your life. In fact, he gets more and more overbearing.

Until one day you wake up naked with Satoru inbetween your legs kissing all up from between your thighs, over your stomach and to your face. You scream for Suguru who enters with a sigh, berating Satoru for waking you up so suddenly.

You start to struggle but you're tied to the bed. You realise you don't recognise the room at all, it's dark and covered in photos of you that you never knew were taken. Photos of you sleeping, in the bathroom, out of friends. Clothes you're missing, panties that had disappeared, all presented around the room.

Now they can protect you from all the weirdos on the outside forever in their secret hideout. ❤️

warnings: step-incest, NSFW, noncon, yandere themes (whats new), i got a little carried away w this

suguru appears to be the lesser of two evils. whilst your new brother is aloof and stoic, you appreciate the fact that he keeps to himself most of the time. though you often feel scrutinized under his cold, calculating gaze, suguru has never once overstepped his boundaries.

the same cannot be said for his best friend.

to say that gojo satoru makes you uncomfy is the least of your worries. initially, you'd brushed off his hugs as nothing more but an attribute to his outgoing personality. but that doesn't explain the casual kisses he presses to your cheek- close enough that his lips brush the corner of your mouth, his bold fingers toying with your collar, the hem of your skirt, the occasional explicit picture that somehow 'accidentally' slides into your messages at 3am.

and the fact that he'd squeeze your cheeks between his fingers until you give him a meek 'nii-chan'

after weeks of putting up with gojo's antics, you finally muster up the courage to knock on your brother's door. suguru is as unmoving as a rock as you tell him about gojo. the more you blabber on, the more insignificant you feel under your brother's narrow gaze.

suguru simply shrugs when you are done with your tale. one look into his dark gaze tells you that you will gain no sympathy here. "gojo has always been friendlier than most." he waves a hand in the air to dismiss your concerns. "you're reading too much into it."

"besides, what would you have me do?" suguru questions pointedly as his gaze hardens. "tell him off like he's a kid?" his voice is filled with irritation.

“i-” you begin. “he’s harmless,” suguru cuts in before you can finish. “are we done? i have matters to deal with.”

immediately, you shrivel up. the hurt look on your face causes suguru’s glare to soften just the slightest bit. “don’t worry about gojo.” in a rare moment of softness, suguru tucks your hair behind your ear. the whisper of his fingertips against your cheek prompts a shiver to run down your spine. the dark look in suguru’s eyes is indiscernable. “i’ll talk to him about it.”

the next day, gojo corners you against the wall the moment you dare to step out of your room. before you can even flinch, both his arms have closed around you, keeping you boxed under him and left with no choice but to stare into his crystalline blues.

"heard you ran your mouth about me yesterday," gojo muses. immediately, your breath hitches at the implication behind his words. "painted me out to be a nasty pervert, didn't you?"

"n-no!" you shake your head frantically. "i didn't say that."

"yeah?" gojo cocks his head with a grin that's a little too wide. "that's not what i heard. you really hurt my feelings you know. don't you know that i've always protected you like my lil sister?"

all sense of bravado that you'd embodied yesterday fades into thin air the moment gojo leans in. "you gotta make it up to me," he tells you in gleeful tone that doesn't sound the slightest bit hurt.

"how?" you ask wobbly, anything to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

gojo smiles down at you. "give me a kiss."

when you lean in to peck his cheek, he tuts you. "on the lips, darling."

"what?"

the stunned look on your face prompts gojo to sigh. without warning, without permission, his long fingers cup around your chin and he angles his head down to press his lips against yours. despite your pathetic attempts to pull free, gojo simply takes your muffled whimpers and the way your fingers fist around his shirt as a sign to lean even further down.

it almost felt as if he needed the breath that you were holding, like it belonged to him. there was nothing gentle about the way your back slams against the wall as gojo takes your face between his large hands. dimly, you register a low groan that rumbles at the back of his throat before he pulls away.

looking at him scares you. the way his pupils have been blown out so wide that you can see your own distorted reflection in them. the imprint of his fingers seem to burn into your skin.

he lets out a little breathless laugh, the grip around your face tightens like he’s restraining himself from doing anything more. “that was a kiss that i wanted.”

you flinch when gojo leans in closer, half expecting something to happen again. instead, he merely whispers into your ear, “see you tomorrow night.”

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