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Star-Crossed Chapter Five (Black Hole) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

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

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: pure angst. mentions of death. spoilers for Star Plasma Arc of JJK.

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

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August 2006

“Suguru, are you sure about this?” You ask, worried about the well-being of your lover as he packs his belongings in his suitcase.

 It had been a month since your first time with him, and ever since then, you two have been inseparable. Even with his special mission given to him by his superior -- a man named Yaga-- he still managed to find time for you in the chaos. He didn’t go into much detail about his mission--only that he and Gojo had to watch over some young girl for a while until the time was right. He mentioned it was a dangerous task but he assured you that everything was going to be fine in the end. 

He was packing for an unexpected trip to Okinawa, slightly in a rush as he said it was important that they make it there as soon as possible. You didn’t want him to go, but you understood this was necessary and crucial to his own philosophy of helping others. You didn’t want to get in the way of his values. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“I’ll only be gone for about a day or so, sweetheart.” He shuts his suitcase and zips it up, moving off the bed, “I don’t want to leave you behind but I’ll be safe. I promise.”

He sets the case by the front door and turns back to you, studying you closely. He could tell you were anxious about him leaving. You had discussed a myriad of things with him in the last few months. The two of you talked about moving in together and taking your relationship to the next level. He was excited about taking the next step with you. He knew deep down you were his one and only. Part of him didn’t want to leave, but this was his duty. It’ll just be a day, he told himself.

“I’ll call you when we land, okay?” 

You cross your arms and nod. You had an off feeling about this whole situation but you kept it inside, not wanting to deter him from doing what he wants to do. Silently, Suguru steps close and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. He holds you as if he’s never going to see you again and you make your heart twist. You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it in front of him. Not like this. Instead, you press your face into his chest and take in the scent of that eucalyptus cologne you’ve grown to love so much. 

Cradling your head close, he sighs, “Don’t worry about me too much, alright? Gojo and I are a good team. We’ll handle this situation and return as soon as possible.”

“Okay, Sugu. Just, be safe.” You whisper, clutching his shirt tightly.

He smiles softly, “I will. I gotta get going now.”

He presses a final kiss to your lips before slowly releasing you much to your dismay. He then grabs his bag and opens the door in front of him to take his leave. He steps out into the hallway and you lean against the door frame, watching as he starts to make his way towards the elevator. He stops in front of it and you hear the familiar ding of the doors sliding open. For a moment, he turns to you and gives you a brisk wave, a large grin plastered over his face. 

“See ya later, (y/n)! I love you.”

Part of you was screaming to run to the elevator, to stop him from ever getting on that plane, and to beg him to stay with you. A sense of dread hung in the air ever since he told you about this mission and you couldn’t quite explain why you felt this way. Maybe you were overthinking again like you always do. You trusted Suguru and with Gojo by his side, everything was bound to go their way. Shoving these distraught thoughts in your subconscious, you smile back to hide the pain.

“Love you too, Sugu. Be careful.”

“Always, baby.”

Suguru gives you one last wave and steps out of your vision into the elevator. As the doors slide shut, you silently step back into your own little box and close the door behind you.

That was the last time you ever saw him.

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August 2016

It had been nine years since Suguru left behind the heinous world of Jujutsu sorcery and embraced the dark path of being a curse user. He hadn’t seen the people he called ‘friends’ then in years. His last encounter with Gojo was permanently etched into his memory. He tried hard to forget about that time in his life, as it was what he considered one of his worst. Instead, he decided to focus on the present and his chosen family he’d come to care for. Being a father of two adopted girls wasn’t easy after all.

The two dragged him everywhere and he happily follows along, granting their every wish. Today, they begged him to visit Tokyo and he couldn’t say no. Visiting his old stomping grounds wasn’t such a bad idea. While the girls shopped around Shinjuku, Suguru took it upon himself to enjoy today’s weather at the park he visited long ago. It was a beautiful summer’s day and he needed a stroll to clear his mind, as he was becoming irritated with the sheer amount of people out and about today.

He loathed these people. If he had the choice, he would’ve stayed back at the temple but he didn’t want to keep Mimiko and Nanako from having a good summer. They were teenagers and he felt it was best they received a childhood that he didn’t get to experience around this age. After walking through the grassy pathways of the busy garden, Suguru takes a break at a nearby bench. He got a few glances from people due to his Buddhist attire but he ignored them, not wanting to ruin his and his daughters’ day with his temper.

To take his mind off the bubbling anger in his chest, he looks over at the adjacent playground to observe the small children in the area. Their laughs of joy carried in the breeze and Suguru felt at peace as he studied them. Seeing them like this brought him back to a more peaceful time--August of 2006 with Satoru, Kuroi, and Riko.

He shakes his head at the thought, not wanting to dwell on it for too long. Silently, he people-watches, letting his sharp eyes scan around the large play area as if he were searching for something. Something to distract him and take his mind off that summer. His eyes dart from the jungle gym to the monkey bars before landing on the swings. Before he could turn his attention elsewhere, he freezes as if he’s seen a being more terrifying than any curse in the world.

I’ve seen this woman before. A long time ago…

It takes him a moment before he realizes who he’s laid eyes on but when he does, his heart sinks into his chest -- It’s you . There you were, after all this time, standing right in front of him by the swing set. The last time he saw you was the day he left for Okinawa and after that, he dropped all contact with you. The memories he had buried deep in his mind of you came flooding back in an instant -- the death of the Star Plasma vessel, the downward spiral, the worried texts, and calls, the unexpected visits to the Tokyo campus in search of him, the disregarded voicemails of you crying for him--all came back in a matter of seconds.

Before he could think, Suguru jumped out of his seat, fully prepared to approach you and pull you into a long overdue embrace--but once again, he was motionless. For a second, he completely forgot about every atrocity he’d committed up to this very moment. He’s not who he was before and he has a different set of views now. He despised people like you--at least that’s what he told himself. He’s the worst curse user to grace Jujutsu society in years.

He was starting to question himself. Did he really hate all non-curse users? Did he hate you? Was everything he’s done up to this point even worth it if you were able to make him falter like this? He sits back down and buries his face in his palms, these cursed thoughts of self-doubt making his blood boil. 

He hated non-sorcerers. He hated you . He hated every person who couldn’t fit into his perfect world. You were no exception to this and the fact that you’re making him hesitant about his own ethics infuriated him. He needed to handle you now before you deviated him off the path he’s paved for himself. If his own parents weren’t exempt from his wrath, why should you be? 

His mind flicks between the idea of putting an end to you and the time he’s spent with you when you were both young and careless. He reminisces deeply about the sugary sweet kisses you shared, your heavenly smile that made his heart skip a beat, the bashful exchanges of ‘I love you’ that he craved to hear, and finally, the passionate night he made love to you for the very first time. He couldn’t stand that you still had this effect on him after all this time.

“Mommy!” 

Suguru lifts his head some at the call to see you still standing by the swings but this time, with a small child. You effortlessly lift them in your arms and twirl them around excitedly, holding them close as you speak to them. 

“Yes, honey?”

“Is daddy cooking tonight? I want soba!” The child whines, playing with your hair gently.

You giggle and nod, patting their back, “He is! I’ll call him and let him know his little baby wants soba tonight, okay?”

Suguru bites his lower lip harshly at the sight and shoots up out of his seat, heading off in the opposite direction to avoid seeing anymore. He needed to get far from here before he loses himself pondering on what could’ve been had he reached out to you--to anyone--that summer. He couldn’t afford to stray away from his mission, not when he was so close to achieving that perfect world he’d set his mind on creating.

He would have to handle you another time.

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Star-Crossed Chapter Four (Supernova) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

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

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. light angst. dirty talk. unprotected sex. loss of virginity. light size kink. cunnilingus. light mentions of blood. pet names. inexperience. virginity mention. teasing. m&f orgasm. kind suguru. fluff at the end. praise kink.

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

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Two weeks had gone by since your last encounter with Suguru. The two of you decided to take things slow, not wanting to rush the big moment but to let it happen naturally. Since then, you’ve been going out on more dates around town with him. He had been fairly busy with his work at Jujutsu High and he managed to have some off time today, planning a picnic in a nearby park with you and later, a small get-together with his friends at a karaoke club.

 You’ve only met Gojo and Shoko a handful of times but you never got bad vibes from them. In fact, they were very sweet to you. You wanted to get to know them better. You wanted to be involved in Suguru’s personal life more but there always seemed to be a thin wall keeping you from getting too close. Like there was something he was trying to protect you from. You didn’t understand his logic exactly, but you didn’t want to pry. 

You instead chose to focus on what was happening at the moment which was you and Suguru walking side-by-side around the park to find the right spot to set up. He had picked the perfect day to step out for lunch. The weather was comfortably warm and the clouds were out enough to shield you from the bright sunrays. You chose to wear a ruffled white floral print sundress that touched your mid-thigh, a rounded sun hat to provide some shade, and all-white sneakers to match. 

The theme today must’ve been floral as Suguru’s outfit consisted of a white button-up with a floral print etched up the sides and oversized shorts that were held up only by a belt. The thin fabric of his shirt already left little to the imagination but to top it off, he only buttoned it halfway, the wind exposing more of his chest every time it blew. He looked so handsome!

“Hey, (y/n). Do you think this a good enough spot?” He asks, pointing to a grassy area amongst the trees.

“It’s perfect! Let’s get everything set up!” 

Suguru takes the blanket he was carrying with him and unravels it, spreading it out so that you could take a seat. Taking his place beside you, you start to unpack the lunch you made from your basket. Suguru watches you attentively, admiring your radiant beauty. He lifts a hand up to stroke your cheek and you pause.

“What’s up, Sugu?” 

“Nothing. You just look so beautiful today.” He whispers, leaning to kiss your sweet lips. 

You blush and look away, pouting, “Baby, not in public! People will stare!”

He snorts at this, “Let them stare! If I wanna kiss my little munchkin then I should be able to.”

“M-Munchkin!?” You yelp, embarrassed by this new pet name he gave you. He bursts out into a thunderous fit of laughter and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“You don’t like my new name for you? I’m wounded!” He plants wet smooches on your cheeks, making you squirm in his hold as you try to escape. 

“Suguru, please-!” You grab his shoulders and put some distance between the two of you, “You’re making me shy!”

“I think it’s cute.” He hums, finally letting you go so you can recollect yourself. You fix your dress, giving him a flick to his nose to teach him a lesson. He smiles, taking amusement in your flustered state.

“You’re so mean.” 

“Sorry! You look so adorable when you get all worked up.”

You huff and snatch one of the sandwiches you made, taking a big bite out of it. Suguru follows your lead, grabbing the other and munching on it quietly. After a while, you both just take in the calming atmosphere of the field you’re currently in. You thought about your relationship with Suguru and how much you loved him, but that looming feeling of worry began to consume you once more as thought about whether or not he trusted you. That divide you felt made you more self-conscious than anything. 

Was there a reason he didn’t want you to know that side of him? Did he love you the same way you loved him? All this questions lingered on your mind while Suguru quietly snacked on his meal. You felt as if a weight had been dropped on your head from the anxiety you felt about this whole ordeal. You wanted to speak out, to be reassured that you were overthinking everything and had nothing to worry about. But you were too afraid to ask.

 As if he had sensed a change in the air, Suguru turned his head to look at you. His expression unreadable. It looked as if he were staring right through you. There was twinge of sorrow in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Sugu?” You cocked your head to the side. 

“I should be asking you that, hun.” He touches your shoulder briefly and you swear you feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

You look down at your lap and fumble with your fingers, “It’s nothing, Suguru.”

“Babe, I rather you be honest with me. I won’t push it if you really don’t want to say anything but I can tell you want to.” He smiles encouragingly, “What’s on your mind?”

You go silent for a moment or two. 

“Suguru, sometimes I worry about you. Sometimes I feel like there’s secrets you keep from me. Not that having secrets is a bad thing but I just worry you feel like you need to hide parts of your life from me. You don’t have to though, Sugu! I want to be able to support you in every way. We’re in this together, right?”

Suguru studies you. There was so much he wanted to tell you. He wish he could let you know about his world. The world of curses and sorcerers. The world of exorcising and consuming the beasts that unknowingly plague society. The creatures that sometimes plague you, latching onto your back and draining you like a demon. It pained him seeing these curses grow out of you regularly because of your anxious nature. He knew you couldn’t help it. He exorcised each and every one, swallowing them if it meant you’d be relieved of your ache. 

He wish he could tell you. Maybe he could eventually but now wasn’t the right time. Not now.

“Right.” He inches back, holding a glowing orb in his hand that'd he save for later, “I’ll try to do better, sweetheart. Forgive me.”

Suguru felt bad for making you feel you’ve been left out of his life. He never noticed how much of a wall he built between the two of you. It was for protection, to keep you safe from the harmful world of Jujutsu. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you ended up hurt or worse. You were the light of his life and he wanted to keep you unaware for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure you soft heart could handle the intense knowledge of curses or how they’re produced. 

“Look at the time, babe. We gotta get going if we’re going to make it to the karaoke bar in time.”

You gasp, “You’re right! Let’s go!”

You jump up and Suguru follows your lead, helping you pack up the blanket and remaining food into your basket. He then takes your hand and starts in the direction of the karaoke bar. It wasn’t far, so you opted to walk as opposed to taking public transport. It had only taken about ten minutes to reach the bar where Gojo and Shoko were standing out front, waving to the two of you.

“Suguru! (y/n)! What’s up?” Shoko chirped, a lit cigarette dangling between her lips, “You two are late.”

Suguru snorts, “Only by two minutes.”

Gojo grins, “Still late. C’mon! I’m getting bored out here. I wanna listen to some tunes.”

The white-haired man strolls into the bar carelessly, leaving the rest of you behind. Shoko puts out her cigarette and enters as well. Suguru turns to you and you look up at him, a soft smile on your face. Suguru pats your head and leads you inside the building where the four of you meet up inside the private room you rented. Gojo had already placed an order for some drinks and sweets while Shoko scrolled through the songs available. Suguru had took a seat beside you and handed you a microphone much to your surprise.

“Are you going to sing, babe? I think it’d be a lot fun.” Suguru beamed.

“B-But Sugu-!” You clench your hands around the mic, “What if I mess up? I’m gonna be embarrassed…”

“Don’t be, (y/n)! Besides, I’m sure you have a beautiful voice. I’ve heard you hit certain notes before easily.” He purrs suggestively, your cheeks heating up, “I can help if you want.”

“Really?”

He nods and pulls you into his lap, “Sing something. Anything you want.”

You let out a shaky sigh and start to sing into the microphone, hearing your voice echoed throughout the area. Your tune was relatively steady and your pitch was perfect in the mid-range but the high note is where your voice got rocky. It was coming up and before you could stop, Suguru dragged his hands up your thighs, very close to your sensitive flower and a note you never thought you could hit squeezes from your throat. Your face was burning red.

“See? Told ya.”

“Get a room guys. We’re here to sing!” Gojo grunts, selecting a song for him and Shoko. 

Suguru laughs, “Sorry, guys.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and lets your body fall into his chest. He holds you close, snuggling his face into your neck as the two of you wait your turn to pick a song. The rest of the night was spent singing your hearts out without a care. Suguru and Gojo had a hilarious duet that you and Shoko got a kick out of and on top of that, you had an incredible solo that earned you a standing ovation from your small group of friends. Overall, the night was exciting and fun and you were glad that you decided to tag along. 

Eventually, the time had ran up on the room you all rented and you had to take your leave. Instead of going home, however, the four of you decided to take a stroll down the busy street. It was close to eight o’clock and none of you wanted to call it night just yet. 

“Hey guys! We should go to a club!” Gojo suggests.

“The club? (Y/N) and I aren’t even dressed to go to a club.” Suguru motions towards what you both were wearing. 

“Ah, who cares! Won’t matter when we’re all dancing anyways!” Gojo laughs, “Plus, I have a fake ID. We could get lit and forget all about it.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, “And where’d you get that from?”

Gojo snickers, “I have my sources.”

"That actually sounds fun, Gojo. I needed this break.” Shoko muses, taking out a fresh cigarette and lighter.

“I guess we could stick around a little longer. What do you say, (y/n)?” Suguru peers at you and you nod.

“It sounds great to me!”

Gojo jumps with excitement, “Hell yeah! There’s a club with great music just down the street-”

His phone goes off. Everyone’s phone goes off except your own. They all look at each other knowingly but you seemed to be the only one left out of what was going on. Gojo takes out his flip phone and reads whatever is on his screen. Shoko and Suguru do the same.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. Their timing couldn’t be any worse.” Gojo growls, clearly upset about the message relayed to him.

“So much for a day off.” Shoko hums, blowing smoke from her nose as she sighs tiredly.

Suguru remains quiet. He was tense and looked to be just as upset as Gojo. Why couldn’t it be any other day? Why today? He just wanted more time. 

“Suguru, hang back on this one.”

Suguru’s eyes widen as he turns to Gojo who’s giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Gojo, you know I can’t do that.”

“I’m serious, Suguru. Shoko and I can handle it. It’s not like it’s a special grade or anything. Besides, you gotta make sure (y/n) gets home safe. It’s getting late.”

He was right. Suguru didn’t want to send you off into the night by your lonesome. It wasn’t safe. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight. With a tight squeeze of your hand, he gives in. 

“Okay, Gojo. I’ll go but make sure you call back up. Just in case.”

“I understand.” Gojo grins at you and ruffles your hair with his massive hand, “See ya later, (y/n)! It was nice seeing you again. Hopefully we can hang out longer next time.”

Shoko waves at you, “We’ll meet again, (y/n)! Let’s go shopping next time, yeah?”

“Yeah! Definitely! See you guys.” You hide your pain behind a gentle smile. 

Suguru says his goodbyes to his friends and the two of you head off in the opposite direction. Flagging down a passing taxi, Suguru opens the door for you and let’s you take your seat before he slides next to you. The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Usually, this kind of silence would never bother you as it came from a mutual understanding between the two of you. This was different, though. It was awkward and shrouded completely in mystery for you at least.

“We’re here.”

Your thought was interrupted by Suguru’s voice. You looked out the window to see the taxi had parked itself in front of your complex. Suguru quietly pays the driver and escorts you out the vehicle and up to your apartment. He treaded slowly behind you as if he were being bogged down by a weight attached to his ankle. He was seemingly lost in his own thoughts. 

Unlocking your front door, you step inside your poorly lit living room and flick the lights on. You set down your picnic items you’ve been carrying around and take a seat at your dining room table. The tension was high and for the wrong reasons. What was going on and why did everyone feel the need to keep it from you? It hurt your feelings more than anything. You didn’t understand.

“Listen, (y/n). I know this all is very confusing for you. It’s for your own safety that some parts of my life, you’re left out of.”

“I-I don’t understand, Suguru. Why can’t you tell me?” You whisper, “D-Do you not trust me?”

Suguru shakes his head and settles on his knees in front of you, stroking your hand gently, “It’s not like that. I promise. It’s just…dangerous.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes and Suguru frowns, upset with himself for making you cry. He was on the verge on cracking and spilling his guts to you, but there was still something holding him back. 

“What have you gotten yourself into that you can’t even tell me , Sugu?”

He didn’t know how to answer. How could he without seeming unreasonable? He hated seeing you like this. Especially when it’s because of him and his loyalty towards his fellow Jujutsu brethren.

“I wish I could tell you, baby. It’s my duty to keep people like you safe and one of the ways we do that is by keeping certain secrets. I want to tell you everything but I’m afraid it would do more harm than good…Please, try to see it from my perspective. I know it’s difficult, but, please…”

You wipe your eyes as your tears begin to stain your cheeks and Suguru’s heart sinks into his chest. He never put much thought into how much damage could come out of hiding his life as a sorcerer from his loved ones. That was his mistake and now he was on the verge of losing you because it. Making you cry like this was a sin in itself but to lose a kind-hearted and loving person like you? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Listen, (y/n). I-I love you. I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. I just want you to be safe and sound. Please try to understand.”

Suguru stands and brings you into a swift kiss, the taste of your salty tears lingering on his tongue.

“Please, sweetheart. Forgive me. Please-”

The dire kiss deepens and he embraces you firmly, keeping you from squirming your way out of his arms. The liplock was desperate and pleading, laced with regret and shame. You whimpered into his mouth as he plants more kisses to your lips, practically smothering you in affection as a form of apology for his wrongdoings. For making you cry and doubting his love even for a second.

Balling your hands into fists, you grip his shirt as you start to lose yourself in his touch. You couldn’t even respond to his confession of love he was holding you so tight. All you could do was melt into him and reciprocate his love through your lips. The situation was quickly becoming heated, your hands wandering over his form until you reach the hem of his shirt, gently tugging on it to get his attention. 

Suguru notices this and breaks the kiss for a moment to see your glistening eyes peering up at him with absolute want. You yank his shirt once more and he gets the hint, lifting the fabric off his body until he was shirtless before you. Your small hands flow up the bumpy surface of his abs to his slim waist and his muscles quiver underneath your curious touch. You needed him badly judging by your lustful appearance, and who was he to deny you?

Unable to resist your temptation, Suguru drags you back into the heavy kiss and slides his hands down to your thighs, eagerly hoisting you up out your seat and into his arms. To steady yourself, you throw your arms around his neck and straddled his waist, surprised that he lifted you with such ease. 

He then effortlessly carries you from your living area to your bedroom, the only source of light coming from the pink fairy lights you had strewn over your bed. You must’ve forgotten to turn them off when you left out this afternoon.

Now standing by the foot of your bed, Suguru gives you one last loving smooch before dropping you down onto your mattress carelessly. Your body bounces against it and he wastes no time in crawling over the top of you, letting his hands caress every inch of skin he could before grabbing at the fabric of your sundress, nearly ripping it off your form until you were only clad in your lacy panties and bra. 

You gasp at his rough handling of you and cover yourself partially with your blanket. You’d been naked in front of him before but you were suddenly feeling self conscious about his sharp eyes ogling you like they are now. He notices this and stops for a moment to calm down. It slipped his mind this would be your first time doing something like this and that he still needed to take it slow. 

“I wanna eat your pussy again, babe. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that day.” He starts tugging the lace down your legs, waiting for your full consent, “Will you let me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes, Suguru.” You lift your hips to aid him in pulling your undies off, leaving your wet pussy completely exposed. 

He moans at your enthusiasm and settles himself between your thighs, nipping at the flesh until purplish marks formed. Holding your legs open, he latches straight onto your clit and you arch upwards, your mouth falling open at the sudden rush you felt. Your hand shot down to his thick hair, coiling itself in the black strands as his tongue starts to work over the swollen bud. 

“Mnn, Suguru! P-Please-” Your thighs shut themselves against his ears and he chuckles, opting to hold your hips instead as they start to buck in tandem with his tongue. 

With your wild movements, it was becoming difficult to keep his mouth attached but he managed, using some of his strength to hold you down against the bed where he wanted you. He could tell you weren’t going to last much longer but he wanted to prep you for what was going to come. He brings one of his hands up to your sopping cunt, gently teasing your little opening with his thick finger. You suck in a deep breath of air and whimper, a soft smirk appearing over his features at your reaction.

“May I?” His raspy voice vibrates against your hypersensitive bundle of nerves and you shake. 

“I-Is it going to hurt, baby?” You whispered to him, looking down at him as he gathered your juices on his index and middle fingers.

“It shouldn’t. Besides, I need to stretch this tight, little cunt out if you’re gonna take me.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your core earning a gasp from you, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You nod aggressively, “O-Okay, Sugu.”

He hums and continuously strokes the length of your slit with his rough digits, lubing them up with your fluids before prodding his middle finger at your opening. Without much resistance, his finger easily slides into your hole and you wince, not expecting it to feel as invasive as it did. Suguru strokes your thigh with his free hand to soothe your nerves.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” He returns his lips to your neglected clit and sucks on it hungrily, easing his finger in and out of your moist walls warily, “Take it.”

The feeling was foreign; a completely new experience for you. You never felt pleasure this deep inside of you before and it was numbing all your senses. Your walls flutter helplessly around his fingers as they try to adjust. A series of breathy gasps follow with every pump and Suguru takes pleasure in your weak sounds. He keeps the pace consistent aside from his shaky hand jerking occasionally, resulting in a loud, drawn-out cry from you.

Wanting to see if you could take more, he inserts another finger and scissors them, watching your body twist as if he commanded it to do so. By this point, your gooey essence was leaking over the stretch of his hand and the obscene squelching of your wetness echoed in the air. Your cunt clamped against his fingers as you start to feel those sparks in your lower belly again. 

“Shit, you’re taking my fingers so well. You might be ready for my cock, sweetheart.” Suguru puts more force behind his fingers, egging you on, “Cum all over my face and I’ll let you have it. Be a good girl for me.”

Your whole body burned at his praise and you released, his poor fingers crushed as your cunt spasms around them. Suguru took a deep breath to compose himself, your orgasm getting him more excited than it should’ve. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the red tip pearling with precum at your little display. 

As you come down from your high, Suguru moves back up the bed so he’s face-to-face with you again. He observes your current state, thinking how your post-orgasmic bliss was one of the sexiest things he’s ever witnessed. Cupping your flushed cheek with his hand, he traces his thumb over soft lips and slowly slides it between, settling it on the surface of your tongue. You absentmindedly suckle it, letting your tongue swirl around it’s shape carefully. Suguru bites his lip and swallows.

“Fuck, change of plans. Think you can do that on my dick, babe?” His voice comes out as a strained whisper.

You give an unsure nod, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It’s okay. I’ll walk you through it. We’ll take it at your pace.”

Suguru removes his thumb from your mouth and slides out of bed so that he’s standing at the edge. You move as well and settle yourself on your knees. He undoes his belt and pants, letting them drop along with his boxers until his hardened cock springs free from its confines. He grabs himself and strokes passively, signaling you with his other hand.

“Get closer, hun.”

You nod and get on all fours, sensually crawling over to him. His eyes follow you and he sucks his teeth once you fix yourself in front of him.

“You’re such a tease, y’know that?” He grips your chin, still stroking himself with his occupied hand.

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I don’t know what you mean, Sugu.”

“Minx.” He guides your face to his length and you freeze like a deer in headlights. He strokes your jawline and smirks, “What’s wrong, baby? Not much to say now, hm ?”

He releases you and you avoid his eyes, making him chuckle. He leans forward to kiss your forehead, “Can you touch it for me? Like this?”

He shows you how he’s handling himself and you nod. It seems easy enough. Anxiously, you replace his own grip and wrap your hand around the base of his dick.  It felt heavy and thick and the only thought you had was how was it going to fit it inside of you. As if Suguru read your mind, he smiles and says, “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit.”

You start to match his movements from earlier, slowly pumping him in the fist of your small hand. He moans softly at this and angles his hips closer to you, “That’s it. Wanna try putting your tongue on it?”

You follow his lead and slip your tongue out, giving the reddened head of his cock soft, kitten licks. You could taste the mild saltiness of his precum on your taste buds. He lets out an even louder moan this time and you shudder as a chill runs up your spine. His sounds were so pretty and you craved to hear more of them. Licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, you swirl your wet tongue around the sensitive slit of his cock. It twitches in response and Suguru groans at your skillful work.

“Baby, try sucking it. Please.” He utters, entangling his fingers in your hair.

You open your mouth wide for him and Suguru takes it upon himself to slide his cock inside. You close your lips around his length and flinch. He was stretching your mouth to it’s limits but you were determined to take him. You slack your jaw to allow for more space and look up to him for guidance with your next move. 

“You’re doing so good. So, so good. You got it from here. Take your time.”

You hum in agreement and slowly start to take the lead, hollowing your cheeks. You carefully bob back and forth on his dick and place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself from taking too much. His groans were falling from his lips without restraint, silently encouraging you with the hand on your head.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. You’re a natural.” He mutters, craning his head towards the ceiling as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. 

As much as he wanted to watch you struggling to take his length in your mouth, you were working wonders on him. It was becoming harder to hold on as your heated cavern caresses his engorged cock over and over again. Even though you were inexperienced, you still managed to make him weak in the knees. It was taking everything within him not to slam his cock into your throat but he didn’t want to run you off. 

With one last moan of your name, he steps back and lets his hard cock slip out with a loud ‘pop’. You take a deep breath and look up at him, worried you’ve done something wrong. Suguru pats your soft hair in reassurance.

“Fuck, you did so good. I didn’t want to cum just yet.” He murmurs, curling your strands in his fingers lovingly, “Lay back for me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you right now.”

You listen to his command and shakily lay back on the doughy mattress of your bed, watching as Suguru climbs over you into the bed once more. He strokes your cheek briefly and captures your lips in his own, settling his wider body between your legs. As he leans in closer to you, you felt the thick heat of his length brush against your poor cunt and you twitch, clamping your legs against his hips to try and protect it. Suguru’s amused by your feeble actions.

“Getting shy on me again, sweetheart?” He grabs the back of your knees and slowly begins to pry your legs open. You feel your muscles tense harshly as he spreads them wider, using his strength to keep you from forcing them close again. He spread them as far as they could go, exposing your wet core to his hungry eyes. "Fuck, look at you."

Suguru grabs the base of his cock and rubs his hard cock against the heat of your pussy. You gasp loudly and start to follow his movements, chasing the contact. Cute. Your hips moved in tandem with his oozing cock until he was completely coated in your slick. Strings of pathetic whines slipped from your lips and his intense focus on your pulsating pussy never wavered. 

"Fuck, baby. Tell me what you want." He muttered, biting down on his lip as he continued to tease your cunt, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside of me, Sugu. Please.”

He couldn’t resist your pleas and that pitiful look on your face. Eagerly, Suguru grips himself and slides the tip of his cock against your tight hole, pressing against it lightly enough for you to feel a gradual, burning stretch. You grunt and grip his biceps for support as he inches deeper inside of you, unable to process the myriad of emotions you're feeling at the moment.

"O-Oh my god-" you gasped, "S-Suguru, 's so big- "

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

His body drapes over your own as he sinks himself deeper within your taut, wet core, only stilling when he’s finally hip deep inside your desperate cunt. He leans forward and captures your lips before you can even make a sound, hoping to drown out the pain with pleasure. He caresses your breast with the open palm of his hand, twisting your pebbled nipples between his fingertips as he kisses your stress away.

“B-Baby-” You whimpered, your fingernails digging softly into the skin of his arm.

He was worried for a second that you’d tell him it was too much for you. That you’d push him away and tap out for the night. He was caught completely off guard by the borderline pornographic moan that ripped itself from your throat.

“F-Fuck, Sugu…Please move. I need you.”

Suguru's heart wanted to melt at your little cries for him. It was adorable how desperate and willing you were for him but he wanted to tease you a bit. He wanted to see what reactions he could get out of you. “Mm, how bad do you need it, baby?"

"I need it so bad, Sugu." You arch slightly off the bed, your plump breasts brushing against his pecs, "P-Please, I'm so wet."

And you weren't lying. Your essence had started to soak the sheets beneath you and the length of his cock. Suguru decided to indulge you, easing his cock out of you before pressing it back in, hearing the repeated wet squelch of your pussy as he gave you experimental thrusts. The sharp breaths of air you sucked through your teeth followed by the soft, little ah's spurred him on further.

"Damn, baby. You're so tight. I thought I stretched your little pussy out good enough but with the way you're squeezing me, I won't last very long."

You moan and thrash your head to the side, your cunt clenching around him tight with his dirty words. He groaned.

"Fuck, you like that? You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" His thrusts started to pick up pace until the quiet clap of skin echoed throughout the room, "Tell me."

“Y-Yes, oh my god, yes .”

Your eyes flutter shut as he once again speeds up, keeping his movements moderate enough to not hurt you. Instead, he made it his mission for you to feel every inch of his hardened length drag against the sensitive walls of your cunt, striking that one spot inside you that made you see stars.

"I've been waiting so long for this, y’know that? S-Shit. Been waiting for the day my shy, sweet girl would let me split her open on my cock."

The combination of his vulgar words and his skillful thrusts was sending you into a frenzy. Shockwaves of smaller, benign orgasms rippled through your body but that familiar coil began to twist in your stomach again and it was becoming harder for you to hold on. Burying your face into his shoulder, you take in the scent of his musk and sob his name quietly, hoping to control the volume of your cries like this.

"Getting shy on me again ?" He accentuates the last word, "You're too precious. Acting all sweet and innocent in public and now you're taking my dick. Practically begged for it. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this." 

You whimper into his neck and hold him close, your legs slowly falling limp. He was driving you insane, his cock hitting spots inside you you didn't know existed.

"Fuck, you like the thought of that, angel? Want everyone to know who was your first? Want everyone to know who fucked your little pussy raw?"

"O-Oh my god, Sugu-" 

Suguru hooks his hands under your knees, giving them leverage and spreading them wide open.

"You're trembling, baby. Such a good girl for me. Taking my dick so well, sweetheart. Love you so much."

He's now plowing through your core with faster, yet disciplined strokes. The bed creaks in resistance and softly beats against the wall with every thrust forward. The sounds of your wavering cries fill the air and he chases your response, the volume increasing with every snap of his hips. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

"Are you mine, love?"

"Y-Yes, Sugu! Ah , y-yes!"

"Convince me."

"I'm yours, baby. H-Hah … A-All yours. No one else's. I-I love you, Suguru. A-Ah ! I-I love you so much-!" 

The words free-flowed from your mouth like a long-awaited confession, suddenly turning into incoherent babble as your orgasm approached. Suguru notices the faint look of longing in your eyes and the shift in your breathing, knowing full and well you were on the brink. You throw your head back against the pillow and tangle your fingers in his raven hair, panting loudly as you get closer with each rough thrust of his stuttering hips.

"Suguru, I-I’m g-gonna-"

"I-I know, baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around me."

That's all you need to hear. You broke, crying out as your orgasm consumed you. This one felt different from the others. It felt deeper, more intense, and you could hardly catch your breath. As you arch off the mattress, Suguru kisses your neck and slows his movements, not wanting to overstimulate your senses as you squirm against the bed uncontrollably.

"That’s it, baby. Let it all out." He coos into your jugular, his voice strained from the flexing of your walls against his thick cock, "So fucking sexy."

Suguru wraps a hand securely around your back, holding you up by your waist as you ride out your orgasm against him. The tantalizing sight of you in the throes of ecstasy made him forget how to breathe. You were writhing beneath him wildly, sobbing his name repeatedly like a mantra on your tongue, and holding onto him for dear life as if you'd float away from his grasp at any moment. Your skin was flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat, causing you to have a heavenly glow under the fluorescent pink lights strewn over your bed. You were a goddess.

The juxtaposition of your angelic nature coupled with the filthy, erotic scenario currently at play made his heart beat out of his chest. You looked too perfect; absolutely divine. It was enough to set him off. 

Settling on his knees, Suguru quickly pulls out before he gets lost in the spasms of your walls and releases all he has over your stomach with a loud growl. He strokes himself aggressively, covering your flushed skin in webs of white until he's drained. Catching himself before he collapses on top of you, his head hangs low near the side of your face, his hot breath wafting against your ear as you both come down from your high.

"Still with me?" He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of skin as he speaks.

You breathlessly nod, your chest heaving against his. 

"Yes, Sugu."

"You did so good. How was it?" He asks with genuine care, nuzzling your temple.

"It was amazing, Suguru. I had so much fun." 

"That's great, sweetie." 

He looks between your two bodies to see the mess between your legs. He follows the trail to his length, coated in your slick and a red substance he assumed was blood. Maybe he was too rough on you, he thought, but you seemed just fine. He took this time to roll out of bed and grab a wet washcloth, wiping his sticky release from your stomach and folds until you were spotless. You smile down at him, playfully sticking your tongue out at him. 

He chuckles at your display and pinches your plump bum in retaliation, earning a squeak from your lips to his amusement. He then plops down behind you and throws his arm around your waist, spooning you close. He takes in your sweet, familiar scent and shuts his eyes, reveling in the tranquil, post-orgasmic silence.

“Suguru?” “Yes?” 

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“What do you mean?” “Do you really love me?” 

There was a small pause and then a sigh. Even after all this, you still needed to be reassured. Suguru caresses the supple fat of your tummy and buries his pointed nose in your hair, speaking softly as if he only wanted you to hear.

“I love you so much. Don’t want anyone else but you, baby. Never will.”

You blush at his sincere answer and hide your face in the pillow, your mind flickering through the tender memories you shared with Suguru. He was there through your highs and lows, never complaining about your timid nature. He was patient, and kind, and always made time for you even when he was tired and stressed about his duties as Jujutsu High. He was perfect for you. You loved him dearly.

“I love you too, Sugu.” You murmured, “Thank you for taking your time with me.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek, “Hey. How would you feel about getting married one day?”

“Huh?!” You jump, both excited and bewildered, “A-Aren’t we missing a few chapters, Suguru?!”

He grins at your skittish reaction, “We don’t have to get married tomorrow, babe. The thought crossed my mind a few times and I just wanted to know what you thought. Don’t you wanna be my pretty little wife one day? Think about it -- you, in a beautiful white dress and a gorgeous rock on your fingers.”

Suguru takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, gazing into your eyes lovingly, “A honeymoon wherever you want, spent doing whatever you want. The Caribbean? Paris? Wherever.” 

He leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your bicep to your jawline, “Then we’ll consummate the marriage however you see fit. We’ll make love all night long if that’s what you desire. I can treat you like the pretty princess you are or I can slut your little pussy out. Your choice, baby.”

He turns your head to face him and captures your lips in a heated liplock. You throw an arm around the back of his neck to steady yourself. He murmurs between kisses, “We can have a few rugrats, too. If that’s what you want.” He then snakes his arms around you to fondle your neglected breasts, earning an appreciative moan from you.

The more the situation at hand got heated, the more you started to seriously think about married life with Suguru. Maybe you did want to get married to him tomorrow. He was the one for you and you for him. It was undeniable. You wanted to travel to the ends of the Earth with him and settle down. You wanted to have his kids and grow old with him by your side. You were willing to do anything for him and he was willing to do the same for you. He wanted to grant your every wish in life.

“Baby…” You plead, “Make love to me again. Please .”

Suguru strokes your cheek and brushes a strand of hair from your face so he can savor the look of absolute need spread across your gorgeous features.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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Star-Crossed Chapter Three (Collapse) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

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

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. dirty talk. shower sex. thigh job. light size kink. light breath play. light manhandling. pet names. inexperience. virginity mention. teasing. m&f orgasm. kind suguru. fluff at the end. praise kink. light degradation kink.

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

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Suguru had slept over at your apartment for the second time tonight. Nothing else had happened. You both decided it would be better to just call it a night and rest up. The last thing you remembered was him spooning you, his muscular arms engulfing you as you both drifted off. Your slumber was peaceful, completely undisturbed up until the Sun peeked through your window and hit you right in your face.

You stirred awake with an agitated whine, trying your best to hide from the light but to no avail. With all your struggling movement, Suguru groans and buries his face into your neck. You didn’t mean to wake him but you guess it couldn’t be helped.

“What are you up to so early in the morning, baby?” 

“The light is too bright.” You complain.

A raspy laugh vibrates against your skin. 

“Guess it’s time to wake up then. I could make us breakfast today if you want.”

“I’d like that, Suguru.” 

He kisses your cheek and slowly sits up, moving to the edge of the mattress. He swings his arms up to stretch his stiff muscles before sliding out of bed and heading to your bathroom. You heard some shuffling come from the small room and then the sound of running water from your shower. With a loud yawn, you finally get up, still fighting off the drowsiness trying to consume you. Suguru steps out from the now foggy bathroom and pads over to you.

 “Come on, babe. Let’s take a shower.”

You immediately snap out of your groggy state, "H-Huh!?"

He snorts, "I said let's take a shower. Last night was kind of messy, no?"

Suguru was right. Your thighs and parts of Suguru's face were covered with your dried juices from last night. You definitely needed a good bath.

Suguru smiled and held his hand out to you, "No point resisting. You know I'm right."

"Okay, okay. You win this time." You whisper, taking his hand and letting him lift you out of bed. He leads you to the bathroom and shuts the door to trap the heat in with you. He takes two white towels and sets them on the sink before moving to your medicine cabinet, examining himself in the mirror. You stand there awkwardly, utterly dumbfounded by your boyfriend's natural beauty. Even when he just woke up, he looked perfect. 

"Something wrong?" 

You shake your head, "No. You're just really…pretty…"

Suguru laughs at your compliment, "Thank you sweetheart but I think you're much prettier than me." 

The sorcerer reaches behind his head to undo his bun, letting his jet-black hair fall over his shoulders. He then grabs at his shirt, lifting it up and over only to let it drop to the floor once he was free, leaving him in his jeans from yesterday. 

This was the first time you'd seen him without much clothes on and you weren't disappointed. He had a breathtaking figure. Wide shoulders coupled with a slim waist and firm muscles that bulged underneath his tanned skin. He was like a work of art.

You were so distracted by Suguru's tantalizing beauty that you hadn't noticed him looking at you in the mirror.

"It's your turn, babe."

He turns to face you and steps into your personal space, his lean body towering over your own as he sets his hands on your shoulders. Goosebumps formed on your skin as he carefully relieved you of your satin slip dress, revealing the beautiful body he graciously worshiped last night. 

"You're so beautiful." 

His hands aimlessly roam your winding figure, yearning to feel every inch of naked skin he could. 

"S-Suguru, it's your turn now." 

Suguru's hands come to a stop on the small of your back at your quip. 

"You're right. Would you be a doll and help me out?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod at his sudden change in tone. His whole demeanor shifted in a matter of seconds and you couldn't help but want to please him. With trembling hands, you grab at the waistband of his jeans and unbutton them much to Suguru's liking. You then grab at his zipper and slide it down agonizingly slow until his pants hang loosely on his hips. Observing your every move with approval, Suguru ghosts his lips over your own just enough for you to feel his breath.

"Such a good girl."

The praise made your stomach do backflips. You were used to Suguru giving you praise but this felt different . 

Doing the honors, Suguru swiftly slips out of his jeans and boxers, flashing his semi-hardened member to you. You didn’t expect him to be that excited over your actions! Your eyes darted around, trying to avoid staring but you were also curious. You never got to see him like this. It was as sexy as it was intimidating.

"Come on. Let's get you washed up before the water gets cold." 

Suguru pecks your cheek and slides your shower curtain open, taking the first step into the steamy shower. You follow after him, stepping into the cramped space and shutting the curtain behind you.

Suguru stood beneath the showerhead, letting out a content sigh at the warm water hitting his skin. Seeing his body soaked like this was certainly a sight.

"Did you want to get a rinse?" 

He moves aside so you can have a turn under the water and you oblige. You dip your head under the pressurized stream, allowing it to wash away the muck of last night's events. 

"Is it okay if I clean you up? I could get to those hard-to-reach places." 

You turn to your boyfriend to see a soapy washcloth in hand and a sappy grin plastered on his face. Was this the same man from before? His ability to switch from this sweet, silly personality to that bossy, menacing one made your head spin.

"Uh, sure."

With your consent, Suguru gently starts to scrub your skin with the cloth. He starts at your chest and works his way down to the length of your legs. Settling himself on his knees, Suguru takes one of your legs and places it on his shoulder much to your surprise. You had gone stiff now that his face was that close to your pussy again. Part of you wondered if he'd repeat last night's affair.

Instead, he runs the small piece of fabric between your inner thigh, wiping away the sticky mess that caked your skin. He smiles at you, "Expecting something else, sweetheart? Maybe I am a bad influence."

You open your mouth to say something. To reject his absurd notion but nothing comes out. His teasing was going to drive you insane . Rising from the bottom of the tub, Suguru took your hips and spun you so that your back faced him. He starts to cleanse the skin there, following the curve of your spine down to your plump bum. 

He couldn't help but admire your enticing figure, his mind running wild with the crude thoughts of what he wanted to do with it. You had an astoundingly sinful body but the fleeting and timid nature of a little mouse. What a conundrum. 

Wrapping his arms around your abdomen, Suguru presses his naked form against your own. You jerked as his now hardened length pressed against the flesh of your ass. You had no idea what had gotten into him. Your face starts to burn again as a result.

"Baby, are you willing to try something else with me?" He asks huskily, his chin perching on your shoulder.

"Y-Yes. But what do you have in mind?"

Suguru uses his hold on you to guide you to the nearest wall, pressing up against the cold tile. He then glides a hand down your back, gently pushing until there is a nice arch. Your breathing hitches at your compromising position. You settle your hands against the wall to keep yourself from falling. 

Was he going to take you right here, right now? You didn't know if you were ready to go through with this!

"Keep your thighs together for me."

You apprehensively obey, panting softly as he fixes himself behind you. Taking his dick in his hand, he strokes himself before guiding his length to the gap between your thighs and pussy. You get it now. 

Suguru carefully pumps his cock into the soft space of your legs, the head of his penis occasionally bumping your neglected clit. You visibly twitched whenever he did so, unable to control your body’s visceral reaction to his actions. It felt weird having him use your body this way but god , did it give you a rush. The tension alone was more than enough to get you off but hearing him attempt to hold his moans back made your heart skip a beat.

“How does it feel?” He asks, thrusting forward so his cock peeked through your legs.

Your voice was strained, “W-Weird, but exhilarating.” 

“It could feel so much better, sweetheart.” He nips at your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake, "I wanna make you mine. I wanna make your little cunt mine."

You whimper at his vulgar words and throw your head back as he yanks your hips to meet his own. The sound of water splattering fills the room as he speeds up, slamming you up against the wall more and more until you’re sandwiched between him and the tile. With him so close, you could feel his every muscle brush against your delicate skin, reminding you just how tiny you were compared to him.

" Fuck . Are you close too, baby? Mm , I really can’t wait." His hand slides up to your vulnerable neck, giving it a petty squeeze, "I'm gonna bend you over and fuck you just like this. And I won't stop 'till you're a fucking mess on my cock."

"O-Oh my god -" 

You were at a loss for words. He wasn't even inside you and you were going to cum, solely from the idea of him fucking you. To steady yourself, you reach for the back of his neck and rest your head on his shoulder. The power he had over you was mind-boggling. Keeping his restrictive hold on you, Suguru slithered his free hand down to stroke your throbbing clit wildly, your wails spurring him on. 

“S-Shit, I’m close. I-I’m gonna cum-” He groaned weakly and for the first time, you heard Suguru desperate. His walls were crumbling, and he was no longer holding back the guttural moans of intense pleasure he was feeling. His monstrous length ruthlessly continues to glide through the slippery cleft of your legs as he reaches his apex. 

“Cum with me, baby. Please -”

As if he said the magic words, both of you released the pent-up sexual energy that had been building since you got in the shower. Sobbing your boyfriend’s name, you helplessly cling to him as he rammed his hips into your bum in long intervals. Deep growls followed with every pump, the hand on your neck gripping you hard enough to bruise. The warm seed spurting from his member spilled down the length of your legs until he was bone dry. 

“ Shiiiit . I'm not usually that fast but you made it too damn hard for me…” He exhaled, stopping himself to pull out from your thighs, “You doing okay, baby?”

You look over your shoulder at him, “Y-Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Sorry. I kind of lost it a bit towards the end there. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He examines your neck and you give him a weary smile.

“I’m okay, Suguru. I promise.” 

He strokes your wet hair lovingly and kisses your forehead, “Okay, I believe you.” 

"Besides," your voice drops in volume, "it was kinda hot…"

Suguru smirks at your comment, "What was that, hun? I couldn't quite hear you." He heard you well but he wanted to milk it a bit to see your cute, flustered face.

"A-Are you really gonna make me repeat myself?!" You yelped. Suguru nods and blankets his colossal body around you, keeping you right where he wants you.

"Mhm! You're not going anywhere until you do ~" The last word comes out in a sing-songy tune, "C'mon, sweetheart. It's not hard. Just a few words."

You groaned in disapproval, your cheeks scorching now. You shouldn't have said anything! As much as you wanted to move, Suguru once again had you trapped between the wall and him. You had no choice.

"I-I said it was h-ho-ot –" You stumbled on your words as Suguru took it upon himself to snake his hand between the valley of your breasts up to your throat once more. 

"You really are such a good girl." He purred, stroking the junction where your neck meets your jawline, " See ? Wasn't so bad, was it?"

You didn't respond. You were too busy swooning at his doting touch. His fingers were working wonders on you, your every nerve wide awake as he caressed you. He's touched and kissed you here before but why does it feel so different now? 

Maybe you were finally growing at ease with the intimacy, allowing yourself to fully be immersed in the moment without fear or care. That would be a dream come true.

Noticing your favorable reaction to his attention, he presses his nose to your cheek, "You sensitive here, sweetheart?"

"Y-Yes."

"I'll have to keep that in mind. You already looked so fucked out from before but now you look downright slutty ." 

You moan at this and grind your ass back into his dick in retaliation. If Suguru were any other guy, you would've been furious at what he just called you but for some reason, this only provoked you. Only he had this type of influence over you. If he kept this up, you might let him fuck you right there in the shower.

"Something wrong, angel? You're moving like you want something from me." 

You whine urgently, "I want you now . Please–" 

"Mm, as fun as that would be, I don't think you're ready, baby." He kisses your temple and you whimper at the contact, "Besides, I want your first time to be special. Not in a smelly old shower."

"My shower isn't smelly." You breathed.

Suguru laughs, "I know."

He pulls away from you much to your dismay and claims the washcloth from earlier, saturating it with more soap.

"Let's say we actually get cleaned up this time and I still make you that breakfast you wanted." There was that boyish grin again. "How does that sound?"

You sigh, a soft smile on your face, "That sounds good to me."

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Star-Crossed Chapter Two (Supergiant) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

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

❥ status: completed

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sugu

[3:23] Are you home, love?

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

(y/n)

[3:23] Yeah! I’m home!

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

Sugu

[3:26] I’ve missed you too.

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

[3:27] I’ll cook for you tonight ;)

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

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

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

“Just answer the door. Just do it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on. Let me make you dinner.”

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

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

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

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

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.” You purr.

He chuckles, “If you say so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

A wave of heat washed over your body. 

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

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

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

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

There was a pause.

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

He perked up, “What? Eat pussy?”

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

“Yes. I enjoy it very much.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Do you want me to do that for you?”

You jump, “O-Oh-! I-I…um…”

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

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

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

Suguru studies you, "Feel what?"

"Y-Your tongue on me…"

His pants were feeling tight all of a sudden.

"Will you be gentle?” 

Suguru hummed, “Always, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I touch you?”

“Y-Yes, please.” You murmur.

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

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

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

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

“Y-You have?” 

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

“I-Is something wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They do?"

"Yes, especially when I do it."

Another shiver.

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

His words hung in the air. They felt like a promise.

You took a deep breath, "Sugu-"

"One more time. Are you still up for this?" He hums.

Unable to think, you just nod. Suguru didn't take this as an answer. He wanted verbal confirmation to ensure you were fully aware of what you were getting into. 

"I need you to use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want."

"Yes, Suguru. Please. I need your mouth on me."

He couldn't resist you. Propping your shapely legs against his shoulders, Suguru moves in close enough that his breath wafts against your drenched skin. He slowly proceeds and gives you an experimental lick up the entirety of your cunt. A sudden bolt of energy shot up your spine from his touch and you were arching up off the bed because of it. You didn't expect it to feel this insane.

"Fuck, you're just as sweet as I imagined." He moans, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to keep your legs from shutting against his face, "No one's ever eaten this cunt before?"

You shake your head, stunned.

"Lucky me." 

Suguru's ribbed tongue prods gently at your tiny opening, teasing you for a bit before circling your clit carefully. He diligently watches how you whine softly and tighten up every time he goes to playfully stick his tongue in your previously untouched hole. He could do that all night and have plenty of fun from it, but the urge to have you cum on his face was greater.

Skillfully, Suguru's tongue strokes your pulsating nub, gaining a loud, wavering cry from those pretty lips of yours. He was already getting hard off your taste alone but your sounds were making it much worse. He continues whisking his tongue around until one of your hands darts to his hair, seeking purchase of any kind to keep yourself from thrashing around.

"M-Mmph-" 

Your fingers faintly massage his scalp. You were no longer holding back your delicate sobs of pleasure, your hips hesitantly swaying with his motions. His dick was straining against the confinement of his jeans at the sight.

"Oh, I'm gonna end up addicted to you, baby. Those pretty moans of yours are driving me crazy." He grunts, slapping his hand against one of your ass cheeks. A ragged gasp follows.

Craving to hear more, Suguru wraps his lips around your clit and suckles hungrily, chasing your addicting sounds of ecstasy. The pleasure was starting to be too much to bear. Your moans were flowing freely from your lips now, loud enough to possibly wake the neighbors from their slumber. You were starting to feel it again. That feeling from the other night.

"Suguru-" You call his name in a pitched voice, "I-I feel it again-"

He moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you go numb for a split second. He had no plans on stopping but he wouldn't push you if you decide to pull back. Reaching upwards, his hands settle on your neglected breasts, giving them firm squeezes as he starts sucking harder on your abused core.

Your legs start to rattle and a thin layer of sweat covers your body as you creep closer to the brink of release. The muscle in your chest rapidly thrummed in your throat until it became almost painful. Your heart felt like it would give out any second and Suguru was going to be the one that caused it.

"B-Baby-", Your hands cover his own on your chest for support as you were finally teetering on the edge, "Please-"

You sounded so frightened.  He ached at hearing you in such sweet torment. His brain wanted him to back off. To let you gather yourself. But he refused. He knew that the pain would quickly fade. 

Flicking his tongue sporadically, Suguru harshly dragged you closer to him so you couldn't run off. His pointed nose was pressed flush against your skin and his mouth latched on for dear life. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

Gripping the sheets deathly tight, you slammed your eyes shut and you wailed Suguru’s name one last time into the cold air of your bedroom. You’d erupted, your body convulsing with every pulse of your walls around the empty space he left you with. Suguru secured your legs as you bucked wildly against his face, riding out the high until you were completely drained. 

Coming down from your euphoric peak, you lay motionless, utterly spent from what you just experienced. You could hardly catch your breath. You could feel Suguru press one last sloppy kiss to your core before backing away. Damn, did he look good.

He looked just as spent as you. His breathing was agonizingly slow, a thick layer of your juices covered his handsome face, and the sultry look of want was plastered over his features. He looked as if he was ready to crack and take you right there. He really did enjoy it just as much as you did.

“You alright, babe?” He asked, standing up to tower over you again, "Was it too much?"

“I’m okay. It was kinda scary.” You confessed.

“You did so well. I'm so proud of you.” He gives you a smooch and you could taste your essence lingering on his lips. “I know something like this wasn’t easy for you.”

You smile, “I’m glad I did this with you.”

You sit up and look between your bodies to see Suguru was still hard. 

“Did you want me to-?”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Tonight was all about you. We’ll have time for that soon enough.”

He rolls off the top of you and rests beside you on your queen-sized bed. He sets his hands on his abdomen and lets the chaotic energy of what had just occurred settle down. You both just took in each other's presence in tranquil silence.

"(Y/N)."

You turn your head to see him staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I wasn't completely honest with you earlier."

"What do you mean?"

"About the day we first met."

What could he have possibly meant? 

"I’m usually never nervous when I approach a girl, y’know? But you…you made me nervous that day." 

“I-I made you nervous?”

He nods, “I’ve never got involved with someone as soft and genuine as you. I was worried I’d scare you off. I come across as kind of cold to a lot of people. I'm aware of this. I'm not used to being so open with my emotions and that's something I'm working through. Honestly, I felt inadequate. Undeserving of your care. But you made me want to do better. To be better because…"

There's a pause.

"Because…I didn't want to break your heart. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I hurt the one pure thing in my life."

You hide your face away in his bicep, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at his heartfelt confession. He freezes when he notices this.

"I-I didn't mean to upset you-"

"I'm not upset, Suguru. I'm happy." You beamed, the salty droplets running down your cheeks one after another, "I'm happy that we met."

He sighs, "I'm happy we met, too."

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[dreamsgalore]

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

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

❥ status: completed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really am sorry.

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

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

"By giving me your name and number."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, you got it. C’mere, babe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I touch you? Down there?"

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

"Y-Yes. Be gentle."

"Always, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suguru?”

He snaps out of his train of thought.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

NEXT CHAPTER. ->

#galorelemons #lemon #smut #suguru geto / reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru /reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto/reader #geto suguru/reader

[dreamsgalore]

Star-Crossed [Suguru Geto x Reader] Masterpost - NSFW

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

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. explicit language. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. sexual inexperience. virginity mentions. eventual loss of virginity. kind suguru. romance. fluff. future angst. slow burn? suguru guides & teaches reader. (more specific warnings featured with each chapter.)

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

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-> Chapter One | First Impact

-> Chapter Two | Supergiant

-> Chapter Three | Collapse

-> Chapter Four | Supernova

-> NEW Chapter Five | Black Hole

#galorelemons #smut #lemon #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto / reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru / reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

[dreamsgalore]

Late Nights and Early Mornings Masterpost - NSFW

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

#galorelemons #smut #my hero academia #toshinori yagi #toshinori yagi/reader #all might/reader #toshinori yagi x reader #all might x reader

[dreamsgalore]

WHERE IS ALL THE ICHIBAN KASUGA X READER CONTENT....

#yakuza #yakuza like a dragon #ichiban kasuga #kasuga ichiban #galoretypes

[dreamsgalore]

hi!! i wanted to know if you write for part 6-7 characters for nsfw alphabet? :) if you do, can i request b, c, u, and w for jolyne and johnny? thank you!!!

Sorry! I’m not on part 6 or 7! I’ve only made it to the end of Golden Wind so I don’t think I’ll be able to properly portray these characters!

[dreamsgalore]

How about Formaggio

Im guessing you meant the whole alphabet! Entire NSFW Alphabet for Formaggio

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Formaggio isn’t one for the best aftercare but he tries! He might throw an arm around you and hug you close to him. He’ll ask if you’re alright but that’s really the extent of his aftercare.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his biceps a lot. He’s very proud of his athletic build! As for you, he loves your lips. When you talk to him, that’s all he can really focus on. If slips his fingers in your mouth a few times while you’re going at it. If you kiss his biceps, he’ll get hard in no time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His favorite place to cum is on your face. He finds it hot to see you covered in it and it’s even hotter when you give it a taste. He’ll go through the hassle of pulling out and moving to your face just so he can cum on it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to try roleplaying with you : ) Specifically, roleplay where you’re subbing like master/pet, master/maid, etc.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Formaggio is pretty experienced. He has had several one night stands so sex isn’t something new to him. He knows what he’s doing! He tends to focus more on his pleasure sometimes though and you’ll have to tell him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position where he dominates is good for him but he LOVES this position. The faces and sounds you make when he penetrates you deeply is one of his favorite experiences during sex. The feeling of your heat engulfing every inch of him is another upside to this position for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Formaggio might crack a few jokes here and there but he’s very serious when it comes down to it. Sometimes you find yourself cracking jokes as well and he tries his hardest not to laugh (be ultimately, he fails).

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Formaggio has lightly groomed hair. It’s not a bush but he isn’t completely bare. The color of it is the same as the color on his head :)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Formaggio isn’t really the romantic type but depending on your relationship, he’ll try to be for you. If you two are in a serious romantic relationship, he’ll try his best to do romantic things for you and to be a bit more loving in bed. This takes the form of kisses, whispers of how beautiful you are, and him taking his time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Formaggio doesn’t really jerk off much. Only when he’s needy and he doesn’t have access to you. He tends to do it a home. He doesn’t want to get caught by any of his teammates if he decides to do it somewhere more public.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Formaggio definitely has a thing for dom/sub. Not so much the tying up and stuff like that but having his lover submit to him is sexy in his eyes. You give yourself completely to him and the thought of you letting him do as he wishes with you turns him on. He also has a thing for roleplaying if you’re into that. He also likes punishing you to a small degree. He mostly spanks you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His favorite place is a table or counter. It turns him on when you knock things over during the heat of the moment. He also likes more private places to do things so somewhere public isn’t usually his go-to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

What turns him on most is you sweet-talking him or you acting like a little brat. The idea of punishing you gets him hard. He also loves it when you tease him and ask to be punished or fucked.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Formaggio isn’t into using his stand during sex. He also isn’t into the super hardcore stuff.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to receive but he’ll definitely give! He isn’t very good at it however and you might need to instruct him. He isn’t embarrassed about it though! He likes having you lead him with your hand on his head.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually starts off slow but the force he uses is pretty rough. His pace tends to pick up when he’s on the verge of cumming though!

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind quickies but he prefers proper sex though because he’ll be yearning throughout the whole day. The last thing he wants to do is get distracted at work especially when his job requires him to be on his toes 24/7.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It takes some convincing but he’ll try anything once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Formaggio usually lasts 3-4 rounds! He can last a while as well but his recovery time is amazing :)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few toys to use on you! He has some vibrators and dildos that he keeps just for you :)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease much. He might whisper some dirty thoughts in your ear from time-to-time but he doesn’t do it very often! If anything, you tease him more.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t very loud in terms of volume but he can be vocal when the two of you fuck. His grunts are nonstop. He tends to get louder when he’s on the verge of cumming.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The two of you get interrupted while doing the do a lot by his co-workers in La Squadra. He always keeps the door locked thankfully.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Formaggio is average in length but above average in girth! He’s about 5.8 inches in length and nearly 6 inches in girth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t really high but if you’re feeling horny, he gets horny too. There’s something about you telling him you need it that turns him on.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep fairly fast afterward. He might hold a little chat with you before passing out. He falls asleep with his face cuddled into your neck and his arms around your waist.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #not sfw #not sfw alphabet #formaggio #formaggio jjba #galorewrites #galorelemons #lemon #smut #formaggio x reader #formaggio / reader #formaggio/reader #la squadra/reader #la squadra #la squadra / reader #la squadra x reader

[dreamsgalore]

can I get the whole alphabet for mista? your story was so good !!

Sure!! I’m so glad you liked my story omggg

Entire NSFW Alphabet for Guido Mista

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mista is very sweet after sex. He’ll cuddle you close to him and admire your post-orgasm afterglow. If you need anything from him, he’ll do it happily. Thirsty? He’ll get whatever drink you want. Craving McDonalds or some specific treat? He’ll suit up and head to the restaurant ASAP. However, he prefers spending time with you in bed with you in his arms.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Mista is confident in his muscles. Specifically his pecs, abs, and biceps. His ego inflates whenever you show your appreciation for them by feeling him up. As for his partner, he loves your eyes and your ass. He loves looking into your eyes when he fucks you. When he gets the chance, he’ll smack your ass or squeeze it whether it be during sex or a regular outing (he doesn’t give two shits ghhghg).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His favorite place to cum is on your chest or thighs. It’s very erotic to him seeing you covered in his cum so he prefers pulling out but if you want him to cum inside, he’ll happily do so. He tends to lose his restraint when he’s cumming inside so expect his thrusts to be rough and unrelenting.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He masturbates to your photos and he kinda wants to ask you to make a “home movie” if you catch my drift :)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Mista has had his fair share of lovers so he has some knowledge in the bedroom. When the two of you first start having sex, he’ll explore what you like and ask you a lot of questions (being the talkative guy he is).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggystyle for sure. He loves watching you bounce on his dick and pounding you into the mattress. Plus he gets full access to smack and squeeze your ass. He grabs for your hair sometimes if you’re into that but his favorite is leaning over your back and whispering sweet nothings/talking dirty into your ear. His heart flutters when you hook your arms underneath his and grab his biceps for purchase. He thinks its sexy to see you lose control beneath him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Mista can be goofy sometimes. It really depends on the mood and his need. If he’s feeling needy, he’ll be serious but if he isn’t really fiending for it, he’ll crack a few jokes to make you laugh.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Mista usually keeps himself groomed down there because the hair can get pretty wild if it’s left alone. They’re tight, dark brown curls that can grow to be bushy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Mista can be very romantic! He’ll whisper sweet nothings to you and express how much he loves you multiple times. If he’s really trying to impress you, he’ll go all out and try to set up a romantic atmosphere with rose petals and candles. Even when he’s fucking you out of need, he’ll make it known that he loves you with all his being.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Mista masturbates often. Especially if he can’t see you. He often daydreams about you at work and it’ll make him hard as a rock so he’ll have to go relieve himself. His usual jack off material is photos of you. He keeps a few suggestive polaroids of you in his wallet.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mista definitely has a voice kink. He loves the sound of your moans. The louder they get, the more ruthless he becomes. Also, I’m not really sure if this is a kink, but the sound of the headboard banging or your skin slapping against his own gets him going. He also has a thing for dominance as well. He loves holding you down against the bed (typically by your neck). Sometimes he’ll squeeze your neck to get a reaction out of you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His favorite place is the bed or a counter but he’s down for anywhere, to be honest. You want to fuck in the bathroom at Libeccio? He’s down for it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s weak when it comes to your teasing. You could do literally ANYTHING and you’d turn him on. Dancing to your favorite song? Fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel on? Wearing something tight and form-fitting? You’ve caught his attention. : ) Get in bed.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mista doesn’t like any hardcore kinks (scat/watersports/etc). He also doesn’t like gunplay. He’d rather not have you playing with his gun considering he killed so many people with it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Mista LOVES to receive but he has no problem giving. He’s pretty good at it too. Since he has a thing for your moans, he’ll happily spend a lengthy amount of time with his head between your legs just to hear your lovely sounds.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Mista likes to start off slow, just to get you worked up but he gradually speeds up, eventually growing to be rough. He can be a little too rough sometimes and you’d have to tell him to slow down.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind quickies at all! In fact, he’s usually the one to suggest them to you. He’ll suggest them often and you’re down for it, expect the sex to be fast and hard cause he’s trying to bust his nut quickly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It takes a lot of convincing to get Mista to do some things. He’s a little stubborn about it but he’ll eventually give in and give it a shot.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He usually lasts 2-3 rounds. His recovery time is outstanding though. He’ll be ready again in a few minutes and if you’re still up for it, he’ll keep going.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mista doesn't own any toys but he'll happily use the ones that you own on you. His face heats up if you own a lot of toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

King of teasing but it doesn't last long if he's needy. He'll do little things like whisper in your or stroke certain parts of your body to get a reaction out of you. Sometimes he might crack a sexual joke or two with horny intentions.

"What if we just started fucking right here? That'll be hilarious, right?"

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mista can get pretty loud but he tries to hold his sounds back. He'll bury his face away into your skin and groan there but if he's in a position where he can't, his moans are free-flowing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

His gangster demeanor slips into the bedroom often and he has a tendency to come off as selfish but if you let him know that you don't like something, he'll listen and thoroughly apologize.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mista is slightly above average in both girth and length. He's about 6 inches in length and close to 5 inches in girth when erect.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Mista is a horn dog. He is a young man after all! The two of you go at it pretty often. About 2-3 times every week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty fast but not before he cuddles you and makes sure you're fine!:)

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #not sfw #smut #lemon #guido mista #guido mista/reader #guido mista x reader #galorewrites #galorelemons #not sfw alphabet

[dreamsgalore]

Hey y’all! I’m currently taking NSFW Alphabet Requests for JJBA Characters :) Send me some characters please!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

#i will not do underaged characters so please don't request them #jjba reader inserts #reader insert #jojos bizarre adventure reader inserts #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #not sfw #smut #lemon #galoretypes

[dreamsgalore]

Nights in Venice

Pairing: Female Reader/Vinegar Doppio + Female Reader/Diavolo

Rating: E   Synopsis: Diavolo guides Doppio. Warnings: Smut. 

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“You love me, don’t you?”

You were perched at the edge of your lover’s California king bed on your knees, dressed in nothing but a flowy, white babydoll that left little to the imagination. Your lover, Diavolo, was standing over you with a hungry gaze, his thumb stroking bottom lip patiently as he awaited your answer. Though he knew what words you would utter from that pretty mouth of yours, his ego inflated ten times over when you vocalized it. The look in those lovely (e/c) eyes of yours as you gazed up at his own made his cold heart skip a beat.

“I do, Diavolo.” You muttered back to him, his phalanges now searching the length of your meek throat as he got closer to your face.

“ Brava ragazza [Good girl]. ” His voice was smooth as silk as he coiled his fingers around your windpipe in a benign grip, “ Do you trust me? ”

Diavolo didn’t trust anyone but you trusted him with every fiber in your being. You were always under the impression that trust goes both ways and without that, you had nothing but this fearsome man in front of you changed your perspective on faith. Ever since you met him that fateful day in Sardegna, your morals whittled away like flower petals in the wind and all you had to fall back on was this mystery of a man. A man you barely knew but loved dearly.

“I do. I trust you with my life .”

Diavolo smirked and leaned into you, noticing the tremble in your lips as he invaded your personal space with his overwhelming presence. The sweet fragrance of strawberries and briny sea wafted together as the cool Venezia wind blew in from the open patio door, chilling your body to the very core. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, the sounds of your breathing, and the drapes whipping against the air being the only source of life.

Slowly but surely, Diavolo inched closer to your face and pulled you into a heated liplock, your body instantly melting. Your dainty hands rested against his bare biceps, taking their time to feel the hardened muscle that the Don was covered in. Upon reaching his neck, he broke the kiss and took a step back from you. He licked his lips, savoring the flavor of your cherry lipgloss.

“I have a task for you, mia cara [my dear]. ” You perked up, “What can I do?”

Diavolo hums, “Doppio. He has feelings for you.”

Sweet Doppio. HIs bright youthfulness and goofy nature always brought a smile to your face. Even though he was a terrifying mafioso, there was some part of you that made you question why he even wanted to be one in the first place. Then you’d remember who he shared a body with and that undying sense of loyalty he had towards this other personality.

“I’m guessing you already knew that. It’s no secret with the way he stares at you. The gleam in his eyes when he sees you...I’m sure you’ve noticed it by now, bambina [baby girl]. My point being, I want you to show him a good time.”  He settles his hands behind his back, taking note of how this demand didn’t have any sort of visible effect on you.

Naturally, it wouldn’t. You had feelings for Doppio as well. You loved him as much as you loved Diavolo but you wouldn’t dare share that information with Diavolo. He had shown you time and time again how possessive he could get. You wouldn’t dare take that chance with him. It surprised you that he was giving you the green light to make love to Doppio, but your excitement outweighed the latter.

“I know how you feel towards him.”

You freeze.

“I’m no fool, gattina [kitten]. I know you love him. If this were under different circumstances, I’d be furious with you but I want Doppio, my loyal friend, to have this. He deserves this.”

A sudden wash of relief overcame you You didn’t take Diavolo’s words lightly. You exactly what he was capable of doing. If this had been any other man, he would’ve eliminated them on the spot but this was Doppio. His Doppio.

“I’ll be watching.” He finally bites out before shutting his eyes and bowing his head, a darkness consuming his features. You remained still, your fingers anxiously playing with the lace on your lingerie until the man in front of you started to move. He rests a hand on his forehead and groans, “M-My head…”

“Doppio…” You gasp, catching his attention. His freckled face goes vermillion at the sight of your scantily clad body. He turns away from you quickly, his legs wobbling, “(Y-Y/n)! W-Where are your clothes? Does the Boss know about this?”

He brings his hand up to his mouth and nibbles on his fingernails, “He’ll get angry with me for seeing you like this!”

You shake your head, “Doppio, he wanted you to see me like this. He wants us to…”

Doppio pauses briefly and whips back around in your direction, his blush still taking over his cheeks, “The Boss wants us to have sex? T-There’s no way he’d approve of that! You’re his girl. You belong to him.”

It seems there was no convincing him. You opened your mouth to speak to his once more until a loud trilling sound graced your ears. The sound mimicked that of a telephone and you already knew the source. You had gotten used to his “talks with the Boss” a long time ago. You didn’t question them anymore. You only played along.

“(Y/n)! Do you have a cell phone on you? That might be the boss!” Doppio looks around the bedroom, the trilling ring escaping him a few more times until he finds the cell phone resting on the nightstand. He quickly puts it up to his ear, “B-Boss!”

‘ Doppio. My sweet Doppio. I left you a gift. Don’t you like it?’

“A gift, signore? Do you mean (y/n)?” He looks at you, dumbfounded.

‘Sì. I leave her to you for tonight. I’m sure she’ll make you happy.’

“But, Boss, I can’t do this. She’s your girl-”

‘Doppio, I know how much you like her, amico mio [my friend]. She feels the same way about you. There’s nothing to worry about. I give you my blessing. Indulge yourself. Make her yours tonight.’

With that, Doppio drops the phone from his ear and sits on the bed, toying with his fingers. You come up behind him and place your hands on his shoulders, giving them a gentle rub to ease his nerves.

“Are you okay?” You ask, peeking down at his boyish face to see a nervous frown.

“I’m fine. T-The Boss said that you liked me. I-Is that true?” He looks back at you, a twinkle in his eyes as he looked over the face he’d grown to love. You nod at him and press a kiss to his warm cheek, “I do, Doppio. I love you.”

You could feel his body go stiff under your touch. You giggle at him and trail a line of kisses from his cheek to his lips, the taste of your cherry lipgloss from earlier lingering on the skin there. Doppio slowly released the phone in his hands to grab at your hips, using his body weight to push you back down into the mattress. He fixed himself between your legs, his hips shaking as he tried his best to restrain himself. He hadn’t something like this in a long time and he wasn’t sure where to begin. He wanted to impress you and he wasn’t sure how.

‘That’s right, Doppio. You got her right where you want her.’

The Boss? Did he forget to hang up the phone? Why was the voice so loud when the phone wasn’t connected to his ear? Why weren’t you hearing any of this? None of this made any sense. Doppio decided to ignore the voice and tugged your lacy lingerie over your head, leaving you in nothing but your thong. Where does he go from here? The paralyzing fear of disappointing you stabbed at his chest, not entirely sure where to put his jittery hands.

‘Take a deep breath, amico mio. Touch her. Slowly, not too rough. Not yet, at least. Take your time.’

He didn’t understand how the Boss’ voice was so loud but he took heed, placing his hand on the soft mounds of your chest. He gave them a gentle, unsure squeeze, a quiet moan leaving you at his ministrations. With this approval, he continues to fondle them, capturing one of the hardening buds between his lips to give it a suck. The wet, pink muscle of his mouth traced circles around your sensitive nipple until it was firm before moving onto the next, giving it the same treatment. Your light, airy noises only encouraged him, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as you called out for him.

‘You’re doing so good, Doppio mio. She loves it. See? Nothing to worry about.’

Doppio lets out a shaky breath and takes notice of the wet spot growing on the fabric of your underwear. His chest rose and fell quickly, lifting your one of your legs upwards to get a better look. Your face warmed up at this action, not expecting Doppio to get so bold with you. It was sexy to see him getting turned on from pleasuring you.

‘Taste her. You won’t be disappointed. She’s sweet and oh so sensitive. Perfezione [Perfection]. You’ll have her squirming in no time.’

The boy in front of you hooks his fingers into the string of your thong pulls the drenched garment down your legs, admiring your glistening pussy up close. His focus bounces between your face and your flower, absentmindedly licking his lips as if he were going to devour you.

“Doppio, please…” You beg, spreading your thighs further so that you were completely exposed to him, “I want your mouth on me.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “You look so pretty like that, (y/n). I’ll do my best!” He settles his head between your legs and takes in the scenery. You were undeniably gorgeous. To Doppio, you were as delicate as a flower, as beautiful as a sunny day, as serene as a Venetian night. You were his everything and knowing you felt the same made his heart flutter in joy. He wanted this night with you to be the best.

He presses a loving kiss directly to your core and captures your clit between his lips, sucking tenderly on the delicate flesh much to your delight. You let forth a cry and buried your hand in his magenta locks, your mouth falling open in an ‘O’ shape as he slurped you down harder. Arching your back off the bed, your voice increased in pitch, releasing breathy sighs as he brought you to the edge fast.

You peered down at him for just a second to catch green and brown irises staring back at you, his gaze as an intense as a predator stalking its prey. He pulls you back down to him with a growl before you could truly react, his tongue working miracles into your clit until you were seeing stars. A guttural scream ripped itself from you as your orgasm crashed down on you in waves. All Doppio could do was revere you, his tongue halting when you had stopped spasming.

Your eyes were glazed over, your lips parted slightly to take deep breaths, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat; you were drop-dead gorgeous. He smiles at you and places kisses on your lips, the tang of your juices mingling with your taste buds.

‘Bravissimo [Very good]. She’s ready for you, Doppio. Take her. Show her what you can do, mio dolce Doppio [My sweet Doppio].’

The pink-haired boy grabs for his pants and pulls them down alongside his underwear, his dick springing free from its confines. He looked to be the same size as Diavolo. You were in for an experience. Settling himself at your core, he grips himself and plunges inside of you a bit too enthusiastically. You yelped in pain and shove Doppio by his shoulder, “O-Ow! That hurts! B-Be careful.”

‘Not too rough! Like I said, take your time. She’s a delicate little thing. Proceed with caution first, then make it your mission to fuck her into the bed. Non vacillare [Don’t falter].’

Doppio stammers over his words, “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He buries his face in your neck and smooches the skin gingerly, his length slipping inside you at a snail’s pace. He sunk into you further until he met resistance. You hook your arms underneath his armpits and grasp his shoulder blades, your voice as quiet as a whisper as you spoke to him, “Y-You can move, baby.”

He nods, pressing his nose into your cheek as he took a deep whiff of your scent, his hips starting at a lethargic pace. You choked out a moan, your head pressing back into the plush mattress as Doppio’s movements got to you. He gradually picked up speed, your body bouncing in retaliation to his thrusts, a string of grunts flowing from him as he basked in the ecstasy you brought upon him. You were so tight, so wet. He wasn’t going to much last longer like this, especially with your voice egging him on the way it is.

“I’m going to cum.” Doppio whimpered, making eye contact with you as he slammed into you, his hips losing their rhythm, “Please, can I cum? P-Please-!”

You place your hands on either side of his face, holding his attention, “C-Cum inside of me, Doppio. I-I need it!”

Doppio sits up straight and grabs at your hips, lifting them so he can pull you into his lap with vigor. Not long after that did he push himself over the edge with a loud sob. His hips stutter in exertion as he releases all he has inside of you, a string of rather vulnerable moans coming from the boy above you. Grasping your wrists, he slams you back into the bed in a vice-like grip, squeezing so tight that you had lost feeling in your hands. It was hot watching Doppio lose control of the situation. The sweet, young boy had lost the battle against lust and was unraveling right before you.

“S-Shit…” He released his hold on your wrists and collapsed on top of you, his face buried away in your breasts as he took this time to savor his post-coital high. You smile, stroking his hair gently as he laid there, “You were amazing, sweetheart.”

‘Very good, Doppio. Hai fatto incredibilmente [You did amazingly]. Take your much-needed rest.’

You let Doppio’s long strands slip between your fingers, holding him close to you. You figured that he was worn out by the way he completely motionless on top of you, the soft rumble of snores surrounding his sleeping form. You were on the verge of passing out as well until the boy on top of you started lifting himself up and off of you. It completely caught you off guard. Where did all this strength suddenly come from? When did he wake up?

“You did so good, amore mio. ”

Diavolo.

“You gave Doppio a night he’ll never forget. Grazie [Thank you]. Now it’s my turn.” He turns you over onto your stomach quickly and holds you down by the nape of your neck. You gurgle out a groan and lift your ass so there’s a lovely dip in your back. You knew how he liked it.

“ Una così brava ragazza [Such a good girl]. ” He hums, giving your bum a brisk smack before entering you. You gasp out and push your hips back into his own, his hold on you growing tighter, “Fuck, you’re so tight. So wet. Did my Doppio get you this wet? Hm?”

You shook your head, you words coming out whiny, “Only you can get me this wet, Diavolo.”

He purrs at your submission and gives you a gratuitous thrust inward, a yelp following.

“Tell me what you want, tesoro [sweetheart]. Don’t mince words. Tell me exactly what you want.” He feels up your thigh with his free hand and circles it around to play with your clit.

“F- Fuck me, Diavolo! Fuck me into this bed.” You whimpered, spreading your legs further for him. He smirks, “As you wish.”

Diavolo’s hips set a bruising pace, the wet slap of your skin meeting only turning you on more. The boss never went easy on you and no factor was going to change that. Some would think you were foolish for getting involved in a relationship like this but you couldn’t care less. All you wanted was him.

“ Merda [Shit] . You’re so fucking tight. You’re taking me so well, bambina. Cum for me.”

He lifts you by your neck, his thrusts rough as he rubbed small yet deliberate circles into your clit. You pull at the sheets on the bed and let forth a deafening scream of pleasure as your second orgasm swallowed you. Diavolo winced at the feel of your walls pulsating around his length, a grunt forcing its way out his chest as he fucked you through your release. Your overstimulated body twitched violently, your vision going white as your senses flooded with endorphins.

While you were still riding the wave of your arousal, Diavolo stands from the bed and flips you back over. He pulls you into him and wraps your wobbly legs around his waist, carrying you over to the nearest wall to smash you against it with a loud thud. A painting got knocked off in the process, however, his eyes never left your flushed, fucked-out face. He began to pound into again, the erotic groans and grunts of Diavolo giving in to his carnal desires making you flex your walls around his dick urgently.

“Fuck, I felt that...” He sucks burgundy marks into your skin, your nails raking up his back as you felt the familiar burning of your orgasm inching closer once more. Diavolo’s hips lost their rhythm, mindlessly pulverizing your pussy to reach the peak of bliss.

With an animalistic growl, Diavolo came undone. He bucked up into several times, his face hidden away in your shoulder as he used your spent body as his plaything. You managed to cum for the third time as well, his name rolling over your tongue in frail squeals, only prolonging his release. Diavolo didn't care much for your pleasure but he was still a man, your sounds having more influence over him than he'd like to believe.

“ Sei una brava ragazza [You’re such a good girl]. Sorprendente [Amazing]. ” He carries you back over to the bed and lays you against it, watching you curl up into the blankets. A refreshing gust of air washed over the two of you, cooling your overheated bodies. Diavolo lets you rest, wrapping a nearby towel around his waist and heading for the patio. He settles against the railing, looking down on the City of Water as he loses himself in thought.

She looks at me the same way Doppio looks at her. Is she in love with me? Hmph...preposterous. She has more sense than that, right?

Diavolo glances down at a gondola floating down a well-lit canal to notice two passengers and an oarsman. The passengers were sitting close to each, their hands intertwined as they carried on a conversation that Diavolo couldn’t hear from that distance. The two slowly moved closer only to engage in a passionate kiss. Diavolo follows the gondola with his gaze until they were no longer in sight. He pauses for a moment and looks back at your sleeping body, butterflies tickling his stomach at the idyllic scene of your moonlit form resting in his bed.

What was this feeling?

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[dreamsgalore]

You’re Home!

Pairing: Female Reader/Guido Mista

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut.

AO3 Link

“Mista!” You yelped as you jumped into the taller man’s arms, your legs settling around his waist as he carried your weight, “I missed you so much, baby!”

It had been a month since you’d last seen your boyfriend. He had told you that he had some important business to take care of regarding Passione and that his trip would only last a week. That week had unfortunately turned into a month without your lover and now that he was finally home, you couldn’t help but be excited. Eagerly, you began to coat Mista’s cheeks with loving kisses, making it harder for him to settle his things as he held your body up against him.

“Did you miss me?” You asked in a teasing tone, your lips ghosting over his own as he stared back at you with an equally excited expression.

“I did! I missed you so much, tesoro mio [sweetheart]!” He kisses your plush lips back and twirls you around with a giggle. As you reached to give him another kiss, you felt something crawling up your shoulder that made you pause. The familiar voices of high pitched squeals and laughter rose directly in your ear and you already knew the source of the mischief.

“Sex Pistols!” You yelped, holding your hand out so they could crawl into your palm.

“Did you miss us too?” Number One chimes, caressing your thumb dotingly as he looks up to you.

You nod, “Of course I did. I missed all of you!” You lean into your hand and press kisses to each of their teardrop-shaped heads much to their delight. If their golden faces could blush, they would be but all they could muster were goofy smiles and smitten sighs. Mista groaned and swatted at them, causing them to disperse hurriedly, “Yeah, yeah, can I have my girlfriend back now?”

You tilt your head to the side and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, “Are you jealous, Mista?”

“Jealous? Never.” He leans forward and buries his face into your neck, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume. You always smelled of the sweetest vanilla and freshest roses and your scent alone was enough to put Mista at ease, “You don’t know how much I missed you, amore .”

He peppers a line of kisses from your jaw to your jugular, his hands exploring the winding curves of your frame until they reach your hips. A gentle moan escapes from you as he takes his time with his mouth on your skin, sucking indigo bruises into your flesh until he is satisfied. Only then does he pull back to meet your tender gaze, full of unconditional love and desire.

It felt like an eternity since you’d last seen your boyfriend and that turned into nothing but pent-up sexual frustration. All of the lonely nights you spent fantasizing about Mista plunging into you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and pushing you over the edge kept you up. You wanted him. No, you needed him.

“Mista. Bedroom. Now .” You demanded, hopping upwards so that he’d catch you in his arms once more. Mista wasted no time in leaving the Sex Pistols in the other room and rushing you off to your own. Passing through the door frame, Mista kicked the door behind him so just a crack was left before he tossed you down onto your bed.

Your room was fairly “girly” in a sense and Mista would constantly criticize you for your lack of taste but you felt the atmosphere only intensified the mood. Rows of fairy lights were strewn above your bed and a flowy, white canopy surrounded your queen-sized mattress. The led lights gave the entirety of your room a pink-purple hue and everything seemed almost surreal under the mysterious glow. Mista didn’t say much about your room when he was pounding you into the mattress.

Grabbing for your velour shorts, Mista eagerly pulls them down your legs, leaving you in a pair of lacy white panties.  He then takes a hold of your oversized band shirt that you “borrowed” from him and lifts it over your head only to see that you didn’t even bother to put a bra on under it.

“You’re so gorgeous. Mio piccolo angelo [My little angel] .” He slips a finger downwards and over your clothed pussy, your juices seeping into the fabric as he pressed the pad onto your clit. He was appalled at how wet you had gotten in just a short amount of time. “So fucking wet for me, baby. You’re such a pretty little thing.”

Mista smirks down on you and grabs at his hat, pulling it off his head to reveal the short, dark brown curls underneath. Your heart always skipped a beat when he did that. You thought his hair was beautiful and you weren’t sure why he hid it under his designer cap. The coils of his hair shaped his face nicely and gave him more of a youthful appearance. He was no doubt handsome, with or without his hat.

Scooting to the edge of your bed, your hands trailed up his waist to his crop top sweater, giving it a slight tug in hopes that he’d take the hint. Thankfully he did, lifting the garment over his head until it was off. You took the moment to caress every inch of his tanned skin, your fingers tickling his chest and abdomen as you paid special attention to his swollen muscles. He always found your innocent curiosity to be endearing, especially when you looked up at him with those gem-like eyes of yours.

“Come here.” He murmured, taking a hold of your chin and lifting your head to steal a deep kiss from you. He savored your flavor like it was fine wine, his tongue dipping into your mouth to swirl against your pink muscle in a heated dance. The breathy coos coming from you sent a shiver straight down Mista’s spine and it pooled in his groin, his pants growing uncomfortably tight at your feeble yet sexy noises.

“Guido…” You whimpered, catching your boyfriend’s attention. “I wanna taste you. Please.”

Mista hummed and reached for his belt buckle, quickly undoing it before slipping his zebra-striped pants down his legs along with his underwear. He was already semi-hard from your sounds alone. You peered up at him and moved closer to his body, a small smile forming over your face as you examined him. Mista was slightly above average in terms of size. You often had a hard time blowing him but he was always patient with you.

Parting your lips, you wrapped your mouth around the tip of his length and suckled gently, earning a huff from the man above you. He rested a hand in your head and coiled his fingers into the strands as you fully took him in. Your head slowly bobbed on Mista’s dick, the appendage growing harder with each passing second as you skillfully maneuvered your tongue around his girth. All Mista could manage was a groan, his fingertips soothingly massaging your scalp until you had released him with a ‘pop’.

“Fuck , bambola [doll, babe]. You’re so fucking good.” He mumbled, shoving you back down into the mattress. “I need you right now. I can’t take it anymore.”

Mista kicks off his boots along with the garments bunched at his ankles and grabs you by your leg, tugging you to the very edge of the bed. He yanks your panties off in a single pull and toss them to the side, his focus deadset on your pussy. His rough handling of you always turned you on and Mista knew that. It was never an act. His somewhat violent nature and gangster demeanor seeped into the bedroom at times. He would never hurt you, but god, did you love it when he’d toss you around like a rag doll.

Spreading your thighs, Mista stared down at your sopping pussy and ran the length of his dick against your slit, collecting your juices to lube himself up. You let forth a quiet moan and grabbed at his hips, “Baby, hurry- ” The sheer desperation in your voice left Mista completely enamored by you and he couldn’t wait any longer.

Without wasting much more time, Mista slipped into you and pressed to the hilt, going as deep as you'd allowed him. A gasp forced itself out of you and your body writhed in pleasure as his length stretched you deliciously wide. The Italian above you remained still for just a moment to let you adjust to his size before testing the waters with a thrust inward, a loud, unbridled moan of his name free-flowing from your pretty lips.

Leaning over you so that his chest was connected with your own, Mista set to work on your pussy, his hips taking a life of their own as he stroked your walls feverishly. Your desperate cries only got louder, the need to grasp at his back rising as his pace gradually picked up. He was practically slamming into you now, the sound of clapping skin and dry grunts following as bucked wildly into you.

Gliding a lone hand up your breast, Mista gripped your neck tightly and forced your head to the side so he could whisper directly in your ear. “F-Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight for me.” He rasped out, voice dripping in thick lust, “Tell me you love my dick.”

You whimpered, hooking the heels of your feet into Mista’s legs, “I love it, G-Guido.” Your face buries itself into the junction between his neck and shoulder, your brows furrowing together, “ S-Shit- !”

Mista hovered over your ear, his hot breath wafting against the side of your face, “My name sounds so good coming out of your mouth, baby girl. You’re taking me so well. So, so well .” He lifts himself and helps you up as well, turning you over so that you’re on your hands and knees now. Drinking in the sight of your body in this new position, Mista runs his hands from your hips down to your breasts, fondling them earnestly as he took you in this new position.

“Shit. Fuck- ” He bites out, getting close enough so that his nose is pressing up against your cheek, his rhythm faltering slightly as you chimed in, throwing your ass back into his hips, “That’s right, gattina [kitten]. Fuck me .” He emphasizes the last word with a particularly harsh thrust that threw you off balance briefly and forced a yelp from you.

The deadly combination of your high-pitched mewls of ecstasy, the tantalizing sight of you fucking yourself on his dick, and the friction from your ever-tightening walls was proving to be too much. He was inching closer to the edge faster than usual and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he came before you.

Reaching for the nape of your neck with both hands, Mista shoves your face down into the mattress much to your surprise, and proceeds to ram into you at slow yet rough intervals. Your screams wavered as the pressure inside you continued to build until the burning sensation between your thighs became unbearable. “Guido! I’m going to cum! Please!”

His hands squeeze down on your windpipe, not enough to hurt you, but just enough for you to catch a slight buzz from the loss of oxygen, “M-Me too. Fuck- !”

With one last thrust inward, the two of you gave out. A string of animalistic growls leaving him as he crashed into your backside uncontrollably, the rewarding sensation of your walls flexing against him only milking his orgasm. Your weak, wavering cries of satisfaction were sure to be heard by your neighbors but you couldn’t care less. You wanted nothing more than for Mista to fill you to the brink and hold you close to him as if you would float away.

As your orgasms came to halt, Mista released your neck and collapsed over the top of you, the weight of his body sinking yours into the bed. The two of you laid there in silence, breathing heavily as you both reveled in your post-coital afterglow. It had remained like that for a couple of minutes until there was the distinct sound of whispering coming from the door. Mista had already passed out on your back but you had mustered the strength to turn your head and catch a glimpse of the Sex Pistols, hiding behind the cracked door, staring at the two of you in wonder.

“They were so loud. What do you think they were doing?” Number 5 murmured, earning a groan from the others.

“You know what they were doing!” yelled Number 3, shoving Number 5 until he started to cry.

The commotion woke Mista from his short-lived slumber, the annoyance on his face evident as he had to break up another altercation between Number 3 and Number 5 for the umpteenth time. Before he could get out of bed, Mista peered down on your now resting form, taking in your beauty in its most natural state. The way you clung to his forearm made his butterflies rise in his stomach. The sudden urge to ignore his stand and remain with you in bed panged in his chest, but their screams had only gotten louder. Placing a final kiss to your temple, Mista stands from his spot on the bed and rushes over to the door where the talking bullets had begun fighting.

“Number 3! Number 5! Not again, guys…”

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[dreamsgalore]

Late Nights and Early Mornings (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Female Reader/Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut.

AO3 Link

“Baby?”

A deep, masculine voice could be heard in your ear. Was this a part of your dream? It had to be. You let out a soft moan in your slumber and continued to rest until you heard the voice in your ear once more but this time it was accompanied with a soft kiss to your cheek. That was when your eyes fluttered open, an annoyed groan erupting from your chest as you pulled the blanket around your naked body even tighter. The source of the heavenly voice above you, Toshinori, just chuckled and pressed one last kiss to your cheek.

“Wake up, sweetheart. I gotta take the sheets off the bed then I’ll let you sleep some more. Alright?” He murmured, stroking your hip reassuringly. You nodded and rolled off the bed, standing on your wobbly legs with the thick blanket wrapped around your bare form. Toshinori was clad in the same sweatpants from last night and a pastel green scarf was wrapped around his head. His wild blonde locks were pulled into a large ponytail except for the long bangs that dangled down on either side his face. You watched carefully as Toshinori pulled the stained sheets from the bed and tossed it on the ground while preparing a fresh sheet against the mattress. He smoothed the edges down with his hand and looked up at you with a smile when he was finished. He patted it to let you know it was okay to lay on it, “Alright. You can sleep again, baby.”

Excited, you crawled back onto the mattress and plopped down against it, getting comfortable once again. Toshinori just laughed and bent over, grabbing the soiled sheets once more and heading off towards the laundry room but before he could reach the door, you called out to him.

“Toshinori.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, “Yes?”

You were propped up on your knees, the blanket slipping from your upper body to expose your bruised neck and collarbone to the hero in front of you, "Come lay with me.”

Toshinori tilted his head back and let out a sigh, dropping the sheets once again to return to your side, taking a seat right beside you. “What is it, dollface?”

You wrapped your arms around his chest from behind, resting your chin on his bony shoulder as you got comfortable against his back, “Nothing. I just wanna be laid up with you.” You pulled away just a bit to get a good look at Toshinori’s back that was littered with claw marks that you had given his last night. Just like that, all the memories of the night before came flooding back to brain. You remember every single detail down to the each word said and every moan that had left both you and Toshinori. Intense was the only word that could describe last night’s escapades.

“Thank you for those, by the way.” Toshinori hums, a hand reaching back to rest on your thigh, “I love the little reminders that you leave me.”

You giggled, “I could say the same to you, Toshi.” He turned himself to face you, taking this time to examine the inky maroon colored blotches that spread from your neck and collarbone all the way down to your hips where he had been gripping on to you for dear life. He let his hand run across the bruised skin tenderly, your breath hitching in your throat from the mild pain you felt there.

“I wanted to apologize for that.” He pointed out, “Sometimes things slip my mind and I forget about restraint. You shouldn’t have those bruises.”

You rolled your eyes at this. Here we go again. Toshinori was one to have regrets after sex whenever you were littered with marks that he had given you. You would then have to convince him that it was fine and that after a while, they would go away but Toshinori felt that if he left some damage on you than he wasn’t in control of himself.

“Hey! What was that for!” He shouted, a light blush appearing across his cheek in frustration, “I was serious!”

You laughed, “I know you were but you always do this baby and then a couple of days later, you’re okay.” Toshinori pouted and crossed his arms, facing forward as if he were brooding. Another laugh left you at this display, making you lean forward and place a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t be mad at me, baby. I’m sorry. I love you, my strongman.”

You continued to pepper his face with kisses, feeling his muscles relax and expand in your arms until he grew in size, melting into your body. A content sigh of a familiar voice left his lips, “Mm, I could never be mad at you, baby girl.”

He stood up, showing off his muscle form that perfectly fit in his once baggy sweatpants  and rotated himself so that he was facing you once more. His body was hovering your own as he crawled over you, nipping at your neck tenderly before pressing his lips to yours. You hummed a quiet tune and rested a hand on the back of his neck, guiding him as his tongue slipped past your plump lips to wrestle with yours for dominance. He let forth an absolutely sinful moan, fixing himself between your legs and focusing all his will power into the kiss. Only when he had pulled away was when your eyes flickered back open, his eyes devouring you like a predator would its prey.

“Round two?” He rasped out, staring back at you with the same heavily lidded eyes that you sported as well.

An urgent whine escaped you, “Mhm.” Pushing hard on the larger male’s shoulders, you flipped your position on the bed so that he was pushed back against it while you were above him, “I’ll make it worth your while, All Might.”

All Might blinked at this show of dominance, as it was a change of pace that he hadn't expected. He never gets to see you like this and it was always refreshing when he was the one being treated. You knew how to work him and he loved that.

“Help me take these off.” You whispered to him, tugging on his pants in an attempt to pull them down his legs. All Might nodded and lifted his hips, sliding the garment down his legs and onto the ground beside the bed, leaving his lower half bare for you to see. Curiously, you reached forward and gripped his flaccid length, a grunt rumbling in his throat at your benign touch.

“What’s wrong, All Might? Feels good?” You teased lightly, pumping your hand around his extending erection steadily. He snorted and looked up to the mirror above his bed to get a good look at your ministrations, “You know it does, sweetheart. Don’t tease me.”

You licked your lips, watching every muscle in All Might’s body flex and twitch just from your hands alone. It was definitely a turn on to see the mighty hero All Might become putty just from a little touching. It was easy to see that he was remembering last night’s events as he was already beginning to leak precum and he got hard in no time at all.  

You wonder how he would fair when you blew him off. Wanting to see for yourself, you removed your hands and fixed yourself above his length, your mouth practically watering as you examined him. Letting your desires make decisions for you, you wrapped your lips around the very tip of All Might’s dick, enveloping him in the moist heat of your mouth. He gasped out at the sensation and shot a freakishly large hand towards your head, grasping at the strands on your head for purchase.

He gave you an anxious chuckle, his brows furrowed in absolute sexual frustration as he took in the heavenly view of you with his hardened length between your glossy, voluptuous lips.

“S-Shit… you look sexy like that, sweetie.” He strokes your hair encouragingly, dumbfounded by the way you could take all of him in like it was nothing. The way your head bobbed and your tongue caressed him was overloading his senses, causing his toes to curl and mind to whirl. He could feel the hot saliva from your mouth dripping down the length of his dick and pooling at his hips each time you took him fully. Who knew he had wooed a sex goddess who knew how to treat him?

Using the hand resting on your head to guide your mouth and tongue, All Might laid back and kept his eyes on the reflection above him until he felt a familiar bubble growing in his groin. He let out a warning wail, his grasp tightening on your locks as he was being pushed to the edge faster than before, “I-I’m almost there--”

Just as he was about to allow himself to consumed by his powerful release, you pulled away from him with a loud ‘pop’ and the feeling quickly died inside of him. He grumbled in protest, obviously pissed at the fact you had pulled away from him so early, “Shit, why’d you do that for?”

You snickered and crawled over the top of him, straddling his wide hips, “I wanted to save the best for me, silly.” You gave his nose a small ‘boop’ with your fingertip, stationing your body so that your back faced him.

“God, I love this view.” He muttered, gliding his hands down your waist to your hips where they perched themselves, guiding your own hips so that you were directly above his erection. You looked back at him to catch a quick glimpse of his hungry stare before lowering yourself on his dick, his appendage easily slipping into you without much resistance. It was enough to make the two of you moan in sync, your body arching to accommodate his size in this form. He was much thicker in this form and having to adapt to it usually took awhile to warm up to its size but for some reason, you were was wet as a fucking lake.

“Damn. Look at how well you’re taking me, baby.” All Might pulls his hand back and gives you a brisk smack to your bum, a loud gasp following at the soreness that came chasing afterwards, “Ride me.”

Who were you to deny him? Starting with an agonizingly slow pace, you rocked your hips cautiously, getting used to the feel of him in this form. Part of you however just wanted to tease your man until he bursts and that’s exactly how things were going to play out. Judging by the face All Might wore, he was becoming irritated with you. Giving your ass another slap, he grumbles, “You’re such a tease. I can’t stand you.”

You gave a devious smile, raising your hips only to push them back down onto his own, “You love it.”

You weren’t wrong.

“Guess I gotta do things for myself then, hm? Leave it to the number one hero.” All Might’s large hands gripped your waist, pulling you down on top of him quickly. You let out a loud moan and threw your head back with the jolt of pleasure that shot up your core.

“A-Asshole.” You gasped out, completely boneless as All Might raised your entire form with his strength and slammed you back down onto the base of dick once again.

“Don’t complain now, love. You brought this upon yourself.” With his signature grinned stretched across his face, All Might went into a frenzy, using all of his power to pound into you. It was enough to make your back arch on it’s own. You couldn’t help the deafening screams and cries that found their way out your full lips. This was only encouraging All Might to proceed, his hips driving up into you whenever you came down and down when you went up. Your whole body bounced on his own vigorously, the shameless sounds of your skin slapping against his filling the space around you.

In an attempt to keep your balance, you reached behind you and placed your hands on the mattress by his sides, your head craning back as a dazed expression found its way onto your face. All Might just grunted, increasing his pace until you were practically begging for his dick.

“Oh, fuck. All Might!” You sobbed, your eyes fluttering shut as you began to feel pressure building up in your core, “I-I’m so close!”

All Might hummed, licking his lips in concentration as he focused on the rhythm he was trying to maintain, “Yeah, baby? Do it.”

That’s all you needed to hear. With a high pitch squeal of All Might’s name that was quickly muffled by his hand, you sunk into the mattress and allowed for your orgasm to devour you. Carefully, the hero below you adjusted your position so that you were facing into the bed and that his chest rested against your back, allowing him to fuck you deeply while you ride your orgasm out against his still rock hard erection. The hero’s name wavered off of your tongue loudly but his hand that was clasped over your lips filtered the sound, keeping it to a minimal volume. You took deep, shaky breaths through your nose and reached upwards for the hand on your mouth, pulling it away when you had finally calmed down so you breathe properly.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t want the world to know that All Might was fucking your brains out in here.” He placed some kisses to your shoulders and back as he got comfortable above you, his cock twitching inside of you as he prepared to take you in this new position.

“Understandable.” You muttered, your fingers clasping around the sheets as you prepared yourself for the next round, “We’re not done here yet, baby. Don’t stop now.”

A smirk grew on All Might’s face, “Mm, that’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.” He pushed his hips against your bum, allowing him to sink hilt deep inside of you before pulling back out, repeating the motion.

“Shit, All Might.” Your eyes shut, allowing yourself to adjust to him, “S-So big…”

All Might growled in your ear, his hands sliding up your every curve before digging between you and the mattress to palm your breasts, “Damn, baby. You’re so tight. I can barely move. ”

You whined in response to him and spread your legs for him, hoping that would help but All Might had his own ways of making it work. Holding onto your smaller body, he braced himself and rammed his way into your body, a cry escaping you.

“Shit! Be careful with ME!” He slammed into you again and you couldn’t help but wince and grip him for dear life.

“Please, Toshi--a-ah!” Once more, his hips collided with yours roughly but instead of the sharp shooting pain, it was pure bliss that entered you. You could feel your head swim with ecstasy, your forehead pressing into the mattress as Toshi’s hips set an unrelenting pace.

“Oh, Toshinori--” You sighed in a heavenly delight causing goosebumps to form against All Might’s skin. His name sound so delicious rolling off your tongue, especially when he was seven inches deep inside of you.

“Toshinori, y-yes…” You lifted your hips some more so he could get a better angle, his dick now striking at the sweet bundle of nerves inside of you. You couldn’t refrain from yelping out, the larger man above you now trembling as each of your sounds were bringing him closer to his orgasm than before.

“Please, keep saying my name.” He mumbled, his hips colliding with yours sloppily now, “Please.”

You kept your face in the bed and called out for you lover, knowing that his world was going to come crashing down any second now and it would be all because of you. Your voice.

“Fuck, Toshinori, I want you to cum inside of me.” You whimpered into the cushion your face was buried in, “I want it.”

The fact that you sound like such a spoiled little brat right now turned All Might on even more. The hint of absolute desperation in your voice was sending him over and before he knew it, he fell backwards on the bed and came on the new sheets that he had just put on the bed with a loud moan rumbling in his chest. This left you frozen in place for just a moment, disappointment settling. Lifting yourself off the mattress, you glared at All Might furiously and yelled, “Toshi, what the hell! I wanted you to cum inside of me!”

The hero held out his hands in defense and gave an anxious smile, his face full of worry. It was weird seeing such a bulky and intimidating man being reduced to that of a mouse in front of you. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t want to collapse on top of you. I could’ve crushed you!”

You snorted at this answer, falling back next to him and staring up at the mirror above to catch the reflection of your naked bodies. Before long, steam began to seep its way out of All Might’s skin until he returned to his much smaller and thinner body, his sunken eyes and hollow cheeks returning to his face.

“Back so soon?” You murmured, wrapping an arm around his waist as you cuddled in next to him. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I know you like this version of me better.”

You giggled at him, “I love both of your forms, Toshi. As long as they’re you.”

His heart flutters at this, “I love you too, baby.” He leans into you and places a soft, heartfelt kiss to your lips, butterflies rising in your stomach at this affection and deep care he showed for you. It made you feel like the queen of the world. Resting his hand on your head, he gently caressed each of your strands and coiled his finger in one, allowing it to sit before unraveling it. The kiss seemed to last forever but you didn’t mind. You wanted it to last longer than forever but only when he pulled away was when you came to this realization.

“So, how about we have some breakfast?” He mumbled happily, kissing your nose and sliding out of the bed to step back into his sweatpants.

“Breakfast?” You placed a hand on your stomach, “Whatcha cooking?”

“I was thinking some tamagoyaki and maybe some sausage and rice to go with it. What do you think?” Toshinori places a hand on his thin hip and you could feel a grin stretch across your features.

“Sounds good to me!” You chirped, slipping out of the bed onto your wobbly legs to slide your shorts and tank top back on.

Toshinori reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get to cooking.”

You nod, joy overcoming you as he led you into the kitchen. You never felt so much love and warmth in your life and Toshinori was the ray of the sunshine that you’d never expected. You loved him for that and so much more. In a way, he had saved you and you won’t hesitate in calling him your hero.

#sorry if toshinori is ooc #galorewrites #galorelemons #toshinori yagixreader #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori yagi/reader #toshinori yagi / reader #lemon #smut #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #also I had originally wrote this for a friend so sorry if I forgot to remove any specific look descriptions #late nights and early mornings

[dreamsgalore]

Late Nights and Early Mornings (Chapter One)

Pairing: Female Reader/Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Rating: E 

 Warnings: Smut.

AO3 Link

It was around midnight, your eyes focused on the television in front of you and your chest and stomach pressed into the cool sheets below you. You were having a hard time sleeping and you hoped that rotting your brain with late-night programming would put you fast asleep, however, it didn’t seem to work. You figured if you gave it a couple more minutes it would work it’s magic so you kept your gaze glued to the screen.  

Just as the movie you were watching began to pick up with the action and loud explosions, you reached for the remote and quickly turned it’s volume down as you were not alone in bed. Your new boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi, was dozing off right next to you. You two had only been dating for a couple of weeks and you could see your relationship with him going far. He was a such sweetheart to you and others and the fact that he put the safety of his students before his own just showed you how humble he was. He rightfully deserved the title of “The Number One Hero”.

Even when he was relieved from his hero duties for the day, he was considerate of others and wanted to help no matter what. Since you were a teacher’s assistant at U.A., the two of you had lots of time to talk to each other about your work and lives outside of school. That’s when he began to fall for you. He found comfort in you and your genuine nature and you felt the same way about him. 

Toshinori was so comfortable that he would randomly pop up at your house from time to time when he needed someone to talk to. He would scare you half to death when he would show up at your house either beat up or bleeding from the mouth due to his health condition but you always loved his surprise visits. There was no downside to being with Toshinori and you were glad when he had finally asked you out on a date. After that, the rest was history.

Just reminiscing it made you bubbly on the inside, a small smile coming to your face at the happy reminder. Fixing your body so that your chin rested on your crossed arms, you continued to indulge yourself in the 80’s action flick playing on-screen until you felt Toshinori shuffle in place. Your turn your head slightly to peek over your shoulder, seeing the shirtless blonde sitting upright with a hand in his messy curls.

He raises a questioning brow at you, “What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You mutter, turning your head once again so you were facing the television, “Why are you up?”

He chuckles at you, “I don’t know.” A large hand reaches for your ankle, squeezing it, “I could help you sleep, y’ know.”

A small giggle leaves you, “Yeah? How?”

Toshinori smiles and gets up on his knees, crawling over you so that he straddled your legs. Pressing his hands to either side of your head, he leans forward so that his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, your body shivering in response to the gentle touch, “I could tire you out.”

You could feel the heat rising in both your face and core at the five simple words he uttered in your ear. A soft moan left your lips and you raised your hips some so that your ass pressed right against his groin, hoping he would take the hint. 

Wasting no time, Toshinori reached for your white tank top and pulled it over your head quickly, leaving your upper half exposed. Taking the time to admire you, he began to kiss every inch of skin that was revealed to him, forming goosebumps along your (s/c) skin. While his lips worked over the skin on your neck, his hands slid along your winding hips until they came in contact with the fabric of your forming fitting track shorts. Keeping your hips in a raised position, 

Toshinori gently pulled down your shorts and panties until they were off your legs. He took this moment to let his hands knead the flesh of your hips and ass, his face still buried deep in your neck.

“T-Toshi, I-”

He let out a deep groan, the vibrations in your neck sending a shockwave throughout your body. God, you loved it when he did that. His voice was such a turn on to you. Just how deep it could get when he was turned on made you weak on the inside and he knew it.

“What is it, baby girl?” He nipped on a hickey he left on your skin, grinding his clothed hips into your backside.

“I need you. Please, just do something to me.” You whispered, the moist feeling between your legs growing at Toshinori’s motions. He let out a small hum and kissed your cheek gently, “Turn over.”

Toshinori lifted himself off of you, his heat leaving you so that you could flip yourself on your back. He takes a minute to look at your flushed skin. You were already burning up just from a few kisses and some touches. He could only imagine how wet you were from all that. Wanting to explore and see for himself, 

Toshinori rested his hands on your thighs, giving them a squeeze before prying them open slowly. He could hear you take in a sharp breath as your flower was exposed to him, the scent of you wafting in the air of Toshinori’s bedroom. You always smelled so sweet and you tasted even better. Peering down at your core, the hero fixed his body so that his stomach was pressed into the sheets and your legs were fixed either side of his head while his face was only inches away from your opening.

Before Toshinori could even get to work, a hand shot to his curly blonde mess that he called hair and grasped on, a shaky sigh escaping you. You always began to get so anxious when he would get between your legs. You should have been used to it by now but this man knew how to make you feel like a virgin again when the two of you made love. He knew what made you tick and he would exploit it, leaving you in shambles when he was done with. You loved that. You loved him.

“Careful, sweetheart. Any harder and you’ll rip some of it out.” He joked, peppering your inner thighs with sugary kisses.

“Sorry, Toshi.” You whined, your free hand coming to your breast, “You know how I get, baby.”

“Mhm.” He drags his tongue along the skin, tasting some of your essence, “Let me take care of you, love. Just lay back.”

You nodded and laid back as you were told, your gaze focused on the ceiling where your reflection was staring right back at you. Fuck, you forgot he had a mirror above his bed. You wanted to close your eyes so bad but the thought of watching him eat you out made you excited. Your breathing was getting heavier with the lewd thought of it, your focus now on Toshinori as he gave you an experimental lick to your slit. A soft moan forced its way out your throat in response, encouraging Toshinori to give you a second and a third lick. You let out an airy sigh from your nose and spread your legs some more, getting more at ease as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“F-Fuck, Toshi…” You whimpered to the hero, your fingers massaging his scalp as he worked your bud over and over again. Every single whine and moan that was ripped from your throat was auditory encouragement to Toshinori, inspiring him to slip a finger inside of you. He lightly pumped the phalange in and out, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. He wanted your orgasm to slowly build. He could always tell when you were close. The way you clenched around him and drew him in deeper was a dead give away. Only when he knew you were teetering on the edge of your first orgasm was when he began to drive his finger inside of you all the way to the knuckle at a lightning-fast rhythm. You couldn’t keep up with him.

“Toshinori! O-oh my god, I can’t!” You squealed aloud, his mouth and finger never let up even when you began to let out loud cries of ecstasy. To keep yourself from exploding, you attempted to close your thighs around his head only to have legs forced open and held in place with your knees against the mattress. Even when he wasn’t in his muscular form, Toshinori was still strong in his own right. Inhaling deeply, you gripped the sheets with your free hand tightly and kept the other hand on Toshi’s head, wanting to pull him away but he refused. God, this was exhilarating. The sound of his lips smacking and the raw pleasure that he was giving you was pushing you closer and closer to the brink, your insides rapidly twitching in submission as he slurped you down like you were his last meal.

“Toshinori! Please!” You screamed one last time before something inside you snapped almost immediately, a flush of euphoria washed over you as endorphins flooded your senses, your body arching upwards as Toshinori brought you to your first orgasm of the night. You could feel your insides contracting tightly and releasing repeatedly as you rode out your high, your senses clouded and focused only on the intense pressure between your legs. Only when your orgasm died down was when Toshinori broke away from your flower, your juices slowly dribbling down his chin only to be wiped away by his bare forearm.

“You’re always so sweet, baby girl.” He teased, his piercing blue eyes set on your own (e/c) ones as he spoke to you. As if there was a brief pause in time, you and Toshinori stared each other down, catching your breaths only for them to be snatched away again when the two of you connected in a fiery liplock.

Keeping your lips on his own, you laid back and brought him with you so that his warm chest was pressed against yours. You let your hands explore the surface area of his back and shoulders while he worked on sliding his sweatpants down his legs quickly, the tang of your juices on his lips hitting your taste buds in the best way.

“Hurry, baby. I need you now.” You pleaded in desperation, pressing a couple more pecks against his lips only to stop when you felt his erection poking at you.

“I got you, sweetheart.” He muttered, gripping himself in his hand to align perfectly with your opening. Not wanting to keep you waiting, Toshinori slid himself inside of you, forcing a cry out of you. He made you feel so full and complete and you couldn’t help but moan his name in a downright pornographic manner. This only fueled the fire as Toshinori started with a rough, unforgiving pace, his skinny hips slapping into you as his carnal desires took over his motions.

“F-Fuck…” He grunted, his head craning back as his senses began to overwhelm him, “You feel so fucking good!”

You gasped out and dug a hand into his hair again while the other began to claw at his back, trails of light blood-red marks being dug into his skin. Your eyes constantly went back and forth between the pleasured expression of Toshinori’s face and the mirror above your two sweaty bodies, broadcasting a different perspective of your lovemaking to your eyes only. You pressed your lips to Toshinori’s shoulder and whimpered out as he began to hit that special spot inside you, your walls grasping him even tighter than before.

“Fuck, baby doll. You’re always so tight for me. So wet…” He grunted, fixing himself on his knees and using your thighs to pull you down on his hips. “So fucking good…” The grotesque sound of skin slapping the filled the room as the blonde picked up the pace, your legs involuntarily spreading themselves and your wetness gushing to keep you well lubricated for your lover, “Oh, Toshi...You’re a fucking animal…!”

You weren’t wrong. Even with his injury, Toshinori was still able to pleasure in a way that no man could ever. He was different and he knew exactly how to keep you wrapped around his finger and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Before you could say anything else, Toshinori quickly pulled out of you and gave your thigh a demanding smack, “Turn over. Arch your back. I’m not going to tell you again, baby girl.” You let out a small whine and rolled yourself over so that you were on your stomach and lifted your hips so that there was a beautiful arch in your back. You had your cheek pressed into the mattress and your hands were eagerly grasping at the sheets, awaiting your lover to return to you. Toshinori licked his lips at the sight and made his way behind you, resting a hand on your buttock and spreading your legs some more so that you could fit all of him with ease.

“Baby, don’t make me wait.” You whispered, your voice muffled slightly from the mattress. Toshinori chuckled and slowly pushed back inside of you, a loud gasp following. He reached for your hips as he thrust inward, holding you in place as he took his time exploring your depths. Each thrust forward was greeted with a loud slap of your buttocks against his hips and a cry escaping your lips, “Fuck. Toshi. S-Shit. So. Good. To. Me!”

Toshinori growled back and set a brutal pace, driving his hips into your own making your body bounce in sync, animalistic snarls and grunts from him finding their way out into the open air. “Shit, baby. You don’t know what you do to me.” He reaches forward with a hand and pulls you up so that your back was against his chest, his hips never faltering as the position changed. You threw a hand back to grip the back of his neck, keeping you in balanced as he continued to slam and pull on your hips to the point where they were bruising.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking it like a fucking champ.” He whispered in your ear, capturing your lobe between his teeth. “You’re taking this dick like a fucking champ.”

His words were dripping in hunger and unbridled desire and it was affecting you for better or worse. He knew exactly what to say to get you riled up. It was this side of Toshinori that most didn’t see but you loved anyway. He would always release his pent up frustration during sex but that never bothered you. You knew that he was sincere and he would never just use you to get what he wanted from you. He didn’t work like that.

“Toshi. A-Ah… keep talking.” You started to throw your hips back to meet his own, the clapping skin sound growing louder now that your weighing in. He smirked and reached for your neck with the hand that rested on your stomach, squeezing it so that it was slightly harder for you to breathe. He would never use his full strength on you. “Whatever you want, baby girl. I know it turns you on.” He growls, letting the hand that was gripping your bruised hip slide down to play with your clit, “Shit, you’re so beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. And you’re all mine.”

You threw your hips back particularly hard this time, a loud hiss being heard from Toshinori, “Shit, baby. Careful.” He rubs your clit in small circles, “You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.”

You smiled softly, “That’s the point, Toshi.”

He hummed, slamming his hips up so that he roughly stroked your g-spot as a result. A loud scream followed. “Two can play at the game, baby doll. Don’t forget that.” He kisses your ear lovingly and pulls out shallowly, allowing him to fuck you deep and continue to pound at the bundle of sensitive tissues inside your body. Fuck, you were getting close but you noticed Toshinori was as well. The long string of wavering groans, the amount of the sweat that built upon his brow, and the way his thrusts were becoming sloppily irregular were all signs of his impending orgasm.

“That’s right, Toshi. H-Harder.” You murmured, his hands both moving back to your hips as he grew closer.

“Y-Yes.” He muttered, his head moving so that he was against your neck.

“Almost there. I’m almost t-there!” You mumbled, biting your lower lip as Toshi began to pant and fuck like a dog in heat.

“Please...I’m so close.” He gasped, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from growing too loud.

You arched your back some so that your ass pressed flush against him, “Do it. I’m going to cum too, babe. Make me.”

“Y-Yes!” He roared and with one last thrust, Toshinori’s hips sputtered, releasing all he had inside of you. He buried his face deep into the crevice of your neck, using his strength to keep you from jumping out of his arms as the both of you reveled in the euphoric sensations that engulfed your bodies. Unable to think and completely drained, Toshinori released his full weight onto your back, causing the two of you to fall into the bed. Taking in deep gasps of air, Toshinori rolled off the top of your body when his high finally wore off, a hand to his forehead.

“Wow. That was phenomenal.” He exhaled, trying to get his breathing on the right track once more, “God, I love you.” As he turned his head to the side to get a glimpse, he was amazed to see you were knocked out. Your body was sprawled out against the mattress carelessly, eyes shut tightly as you dozed off. Toshinori chuckled to himself at the angelic sight, his heart fluttering, “Good night, sweetheart.” He reached for the remote to television and clicked the power button, immersing the bedroom into a silent darkness.

#sorry if toshinori seems ooc #galorewrites #galorelemons #toshinori yagi / reader #toshinori yagi/reader #toshinori yagixreader #toshinori yagi x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #smut #lemon #also I had originally wrote this for a friend so sorry if I forgot to remove any specific look description #late nights and early mornings

[dreamsgalore]

Before You Follow & Directory [Under Cut]

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Directory

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Formaggio NSFW Alphabet

Guido Mista NSFW Alphabet

Nights in Venice [Diavolo & Doppio x Reader]

You’re Home! [Guido Mista x Reader]

My Hero Academia

Late Nights and Early Mornings Masterpost [All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader]

Jujutsu Kaisen

Star-Crossed Masterpost [Suguru Geto x Reader ]

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