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bunnyboyjuice · 3 hours

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That Dick was a 10/10 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˚‧｡♥Sum: Getou soothes you to sleep after a long stressful week.

˚‧｡♥ pairings: Suguru Getou x Blk Reader

Warnings: fem! Reader, missionary, squirting, aftercare

Getou has that NyQuil dick he knows he could put you too sleep in a heart beat. He knew you were dealing with stress and he wanted to do something about it. He just wanted to help his baby get the goodnights rest they deserve. “C’mon just lay down trust me baby.” he coos. “I dunno Getou are you sure this is gonna work.” You mumbled lying down. “Maybe it‘ll work if you trust in me.” He’s replied confidently pressing soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m already tired I don’t think I need to be anymore exhausted than this, can’t you just work your magic another way?

“Trust me I will.” Getou says peeling your panties off and diving right into your pussy. His cock running against your puffy lips as he watches your pussy drool for him.

“Mmmgh look at me princess! Such a pretty girl.

“Y-yea but —Ouugh!”

Lust taking over Getou’s body letting him thrust back into your delicious cunt feeling his lips pressed against yours. He could feeling his length slotting its way into your enterance stretching you out.

“Cmon mama we can do it just relax let me in ok.”

You nod and mewl your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you while you feel the delicious stretch of his cock filling you up inch by inch.

“That’s it baby” he coos his deep voice ringing out as he thrusted into you feeling your cunt squeeze around him letting those wet juices squelch every with move.

“Nnngh Sugu..fuuuck!” You could feel the his cock pressing at your g spot making your head go dumb, moaning noisily with Getou’s cock fully buried in your cunt.

He rolls his hips slowly letting your pussy swallow him up listening to the loud sopping that filled the room.

“Look at you baby taking it all like such a good girl.”

He coos at you while he’s practically pounding you into the mattress he fucking your like your a fleshlight , those deep, hard strokes making your brain melt you writhe with pleasure squirming as you feel your warm gooey cunt latching on to Suguru like you were never gonna feel him ever again. His dick stirring up your insides having your legs flailing around knocking the air right out of your lungs.

“S-Suguruuu f-fuck!” you gasped raking your nails down his back.

That dick was doing wonders to you making you feel all tingly and light while Getou pounded right into your poor pussy. But to Getou you looked so beautiful underneath him your pretty face all scrunched up while your moans and whines filled the air your lips coated in a shine of drool. The way his tip kissed your g-spot and has your pussy soaking him and the sheets beneath you, the noise that his thrust make when his hips are slamming against you. All you could focus on was the way your pussy felt so good.

“S-sugu , ‘s good..feels..g-good”

“Mmm..yea look at you such a greedy girl takin it so good f’me!”

His eyebrows furrow looking down at you trying to keep a constant pace. You felt twitching your gummy walls squeezing hard around his shaft signaling you were close. The syrupy sounds of you cunt filled the room along with your babbles.

Getou thought it was adorable the way you were clinging to him, god the way you were holding on to him he could feel you tensing underneath him he slipped his fingers between your slick thighs rubbing his callused finger tips against your swollen clit. You could tell yourself coating his cock more those gooey sounds getting louder by the moment.

“S-Suguuu!” You’d cry out, with his fat tip brushing against your g-spot, you whimpered before feeling a sudden gush.

“That’s it goood girl” he huffed in a husky voice his thrust slowed down as his ropes of cum filled you up. You whined feeling him pull out feeling his cum trickle down your thighs.

“I’ll be back mama.” Getou says before pressing a kiss to your cheek and gently putting your bonnet on your head before walking off to the bathroom. It wasn’t even more than 10 second but your were so tired you had fallen asleep in bed. Getou chuckled before cleaning you up with a warm washcloth and put you in his t-shirt which was way too big for you.

Getou knew he could put you to sleep and he hope your having another restless night so he can do it again.

A/N: I wrote this out of self indulgence finals are coming up and I’m going insane over them. But I will try to be more active hopefully once they’re done ♪( ´▽｀)

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st4rbwrry · 2 months

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━━ 𝑘𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 .ᐟ satoru + getou.

warnings 𑄽𑄺 2.9k. fem chubby reader, lowercase intended, she/her pronouns, black coded, threesome but getou’s our boyfie so boyfriend’s best friend trope!, anal + vaginal penetration, oral [ f ], handjob, a few lil gay moments teehee, getou is kinda insecure, satoru takes most of the lead, spitting, choking, check ins, impact play, praising, condom use, cockwarming, creampie, potential polyamory?, minors aren’t welcomed!

━━━ ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 .ᐟ ꒱ ; dedicated to my bestie bc she harassed me about a getou + gojo fic since i never continued impure :/ <3 @thecoochiefairy

their postures are statue-like once you step foot out of the bathroom, both men eyeing you from head to toe, getou instantly standing to his feet with clammy hands he rested on his hips. satoru remained seated, legs spread as he groaned and pulled at his soft snow hair. they were lost for words. while they were busy finding a bar to grab a drink at the mall, you wandered off in search of a lingerie set, finding a simple pearl white babydoll, sheer mesh bodice, an open flyaway back, and matching panty set. it made you feel pretty, so you wore it for them.

their silence made your heart race nervously, playing with the fabric as your eyes flicker between the two faces, waiting for a response.

"you like it?" your voice is quiet as a mouse.

"i love it," they say in unison. getou blinks, forgetting he was here, honestly.

"you're fuckin' gorgeous, baby," satoru finally stands, being the first one to walk towards you, cupping the side of your face in his palm. you grow hot immediately. "stunning."

even though you've never had the slightest sexual encounter with satoru, the way he had your mind running wild with imagination was near insanity. of course, it was wrong to think of another man while clearly in a committed relationship. but, it was impossible when he was always around you. making jokes here and there about clearly wanting to fuck you. the infatuation was clear as day. you hated your attraction to him. that's why you had to do this, why you wanted it. both of them at once. your feelings were mutual towards them equally, and the sexual tension would never ease unless this happened. plus, it was your birthday. and as your gift, you asked getou for this one thing. your puppy dog eyes making him unable to object.

"give me your hands," you hold out both of yours, getou swallowing and coming forward to gently clasp your small hand, satoru doing the same before you smile and turn, the men stumbling behind you with their eyes on your ass, guiding them towards the bedroom.

a rush of confidence sparks through you now. you've been wanting this for so long, so it's only right that you show them. closing the door behind them, they stare ahead, looking down to see your fingers delicately skid across their abdomens, lifting their shirts and moaning at the abs on both of their bodies. they were toned, buff in the arms but nothing steroid-like. deeply cut v-lines and slim waists. you nearly drool from the feel, desperate to clutch their waists as they fucked you hard without a care.

"baby," it's clear you're referring to getou by the purr in your voice, tits pressed firmly against his side as he looks down at you with a clench of his jaw.

"mhm?" is how he responds, trying his best to remain complacent.

"take control," you bat your lashes. "it's your pussy before his."

getou groans, satoru's grin is sadistic, finding himself clasping your wrist, taking your attention from your boyfriend and burning his eyes in your own, tugging you near him. he caresses your face admirably, humming.

"aren't you obedient," satoru's palm slaps against the side of your cheek as he chuckles, and to getou's point of view, it's absurdly violent. you've never felt this spark before, the action making your heart thump with excitement. the look on your boyfriend's face was pure anger, that deadpanned expression only meaning that he was ready to snap. satoru tries to do it again, but is stopped as soon as getou catches his wrist forcefully.

"are you asking to die?" getou seethes, satoru only raising a brow, no remorse.

"you're really blind, huh?" satoru laughs, side-eyeing you. "she likes it. don't tell me your sex life is that dull."

getou inhales, releasing his wrist once you touch the side of his face reassuringly, smiling hazily. "i like it, it's okay."

he's stuck. not sure how to respond nor react. there's so much more he has to know about you. teach himself about. even though it's only been four months into your relationship, he feels like a stranger, uneducated about your sexual desires. now he's concerned if he pleasures you enough or not. maybe this was a lesson. maybe he should let satoru do most of the work and observe while still being present. watch your reactions to things he says or does that rile you up. there was nothing wrong with being taught.

"tell me what you want," getou clenches his jaw, grabbing the back of your head and tugging softly. getou was extremely soft and caring during sex, and although you were fond of it, sometimes you wanted him to be the opposite. "i'll give you anything. just say it."

warmth fills your chest, so entranced by his sweetness. your eyes lock with satoru's, "wanna ride his face."

satoru tongues his inner cheek, looking you up and down once more. " 'course you do."

getou has his eyes on you the entire time, those big eyes of yours wide with anticipation. "can i?”

"don't ask me with that innocent tone. you're anything but," getou grunts, taking you back by his side possessively. "come sit on me."

you follow like a lost puppy, getou taking his seat on the middle of the bed, one leg propped up as you crawl on your hands and knees to him, your face in his hands he caressed gently with his thumbs, kissing you and admiring you a while longer. satoru stands behind you, tilting his head to the side to capture a picture of the cute set on your body, his hands on your ass he brings back to rub the outline of his jean-clad cock against, groaning.

"fuck, you're really soft," his hand gropes your ass hard and it makes you whine, getou watching as you bite your lip and brush back against satoru who's dry humping you through the mesh thong you wore. "my dick is so fuckin' hard right now."

you swear your clits pulsating like a goddamn vibrator, moaning into getou's mouth after he kisses you, his eyes dark and pointed viciously in satoru's way, shoving his tongue in your mouth, barely paying you attention. he's watching satoru, making sure he takes care of you, doesn't hurt you. because if he did, he'd have to hurt him. satoru chuckles from the quiet obvious threat, molding your flesh in his rough palms. you're arching your back like a cat, panting in your boyfriend's mouth who's aware of your body sensitivity. the smallest touches leaving you feral. a cool breeze of air hits your soaked core as satoru pulls your panties to your knees, raising them so they're off fully, needing access to every region.

"fuck, that's a nice ass pussy," satoru grins, knitting his dark brows together, crystal blue eyes darting between getou and your weeping cunt. you yelp when two of his fingers brush over your clit, sliding it up to your core he taps a few times and hums. then he's bringing his fingers to his nose, liking the smell before he's sucking them off. "damn, this really all yours?"

getou rolls his eyes after satoru whistles, not waiting for him to say anything, which he doesn't, blocking him out anyways. it's all about you. he wants you and he's gonna stay focused on that. he's lowering to his knees on the ground, positioning your thighs so they're spread wider, barely preparing you before he's literally kissing at your cunt with tongue, like full on making out with it. you shudder instantly, mouth dropping and gripping at getou's thigh as satoru grunts and slurps up your juices, thrusting those same fingers into you. your eyes widen partially when his tongue trails up to your puckering hole, spitting, then kissing it up, bobbing his head up and down the entirety of you.

"ooo, my god. . ." you gasp, grinding back against his face, blindly tugging at the waistband of getou's jeans, getou studying you as your face turns in ecstasy, fumbling with your hands as you pull out his cock, whimpering as you spit into your small hand before wrapping it around to pump. getou clenches his jaw, placing his hand over yours to stoke it together, his bubblegum lips pouty as he kisses you hard, swallowing your moans.

"like fuckin' candy," satoru kisses your clit hard, lips wet before he's sucking on it hard, tongue moving everywhere, skidding over your thighs as he laps you up with a deep ‘fuck’, jaw moving side to side and his hand spanking your ass slow like he's drunk, the impact hard. it's a pattern, his spews of fuck become monotonous the more he eats at it.

fuck. spank, then moved his mouth. fuck. spank, then applies more pressure with his tongue. fuck. spanks you ten times harder, then growls. it was driving you mad, unable to stop shifting your ass.

"he's not gonna stop until you cum," getou says, now holding your throat in his hand, your face contorted as you whine.

"not once," satoru counters, getou looking over your shoulder with a brow raised, eyes trailing back to yours without disagreement.

"more than once."

"m'almost there," you cry, his mouth all too good, never reaching an orgasm this quickly.

"are you?" getou hums tauntingly, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. you nod, your breath hitching as he bites your lower lip and sucks, blood rushing. you jerk your hand faster, keeping it on the tip like he liked, getou folding easily, hips twitching.

"gonna give it to me?" satoru asks, never ceasing his assault, in love with the way your knees buckle.

"nnn, yea," you chew on your lips, already fucked out. not prepared for what they had in store for you next.

"yeah?" satoru mocks your tone, stuffing his fingers into you and moving to your desired pace. your vision goes static like an old television when you cum, falling forward to rest your cheek on your boyfriend's chest, both the men half stripping throughout your fixation. getou stops you from pulling at his dick, afraid he'll cum too quick. you have that affect on him.

satoru doesn't stop when you cum, he keeps going, more than once, he said. and he meant it. it's worse when getou pulls you up to suck on your neck, tugging at the hardened buds of your nipples , both men touching you at once was filthy, your head buzzing and your mouth nonstop with pornographic sonances. satoru takes his breath when he stands, licking you off his lips as if you were the best fucking dessert he's ever had. while you're left breathless, getou and satoru are pulling off the rest of their clothing, achingly hard they couldn't stand it any longer. you could read them well, especially getou, knowing when he's near done.

getou lays on his back and he pulls you on top of him, your messy face still so adorable. satoru grabs the bottle of lube and two condoms stashed in his drawer before coming back to the bed, brushing the white hair from his face and staring down at you as you turn to look behind yourself, teasing him by grinding your hips midair. satoru snickers, climbing on the bed and resting on his knees. he looks at getou.

"you go first."

your smile is lazy, hugging your man by his neck and cradling your face between it. getou holds out his hand, satoru passing him a condom, the gold packaging being torn with his teeth before he's tossing it aside and sliding it down his cock resting on his stomach.

"lift your hips," getou rasps, hands calloused on either side of your thighs, helping you up till he's sinking you down on it, stretching you good like he always does. you whimper by his ear, clenching your cunt around him once he's fully inside, swaying your ass, belly to belly as you grind and say his favorite word he liked to hear most of all from you; his name.

after satoru's secure, he spreads the lubricant over himself and then some on his fingers he uses to prep you. your cute little hole tensing when the heat from them grazes you, satoru telling you to take a deep breath and relax yourself before he's pressing against the unused entrance. you gasp when he managed to get them in, carefully thrusting past his knuckles. his fingers were as long as getou's. getou tries not to lose it, your pussy warming his cock with little to no movement. satoru continues to prep you for two more minutes, wanting to make sure he eases the discomfort just a bit.

"satoru," you whimper his name, giving him permission to take his turn.

it's a clear signal, and he doesn't waste time, towering over you and pinning down your lower back to arch you a little more. getou soothes you by caressing the sides of your legs, as well as smoothing them over your back. satoru aligns his reddened cockhead to your hole, kissing up your back as he gently pushes into you, inch by inch. the unknown stretch burns, getou turning his head to whisper comforting words to keep your mind off the pain, lifting his hips to fuck into you. the mixture of pain and pleasure has you clawing at his shoulders.

halfway in, satoru decides to bring you up, clutching your chin and getting his turn to taste your lips, sliding, slowly, deeper inside the longer his mouth moved with yours, getou observing you both.

"it's good? you're good?" satoru says in between breaths, hips so close to touching your ass.

"m'good. move, please."

it's enough to make both men move in sync, satoru biting at your neck with his face scrunched up, eyeing getou beneath you. the pain subsides, and all you feel are the tingles in the pit of your stomach, dragging out your moans as they both pounded into you, satoru finally getting deep like he wanted since you relaxed more.

"jesus, fuck . . . mmm," for some reason, the erotic expression on satoru's face makes getou blush, biting his lip as he watches the two of you lose yourselves. how you scratch at his shoulder and the elicit eye roll satoru does. getou never thought he'd feel like this, or like seeing you fuck another man so much.

"you look pretty as fuck taking both of us," getou grunts, smacking at your tits and you keen in shock. satoru must be getting to him now. you scream as the two men fuck you like they'd lost their sanity, gushing around getou's cock while satoru aggressively knocks his dick into you, both following each other's rhythms for you. your skin clashing, pouncing back on them.

"shit," getou whimpers, hips stuttering as he cums inside his condom, chest heaving erratically. you rush your hand over his hair, tugging and riding them still. satoru has his arm around your neck now, slamming his hips against your ass which makes you let go of getou, holding onto his forearm as your tongue lolls out and satoru switches positions.

you're lifted off getou, satoru tossing his condom off to slide into your sluice cunt, groaning and closing his eyes from the new feeling.

"cum inside me," it has getou stunned since you've never said that once, deathly afraid of the idea of pregnancy. maybe you gained a breeding kink overnight. he wonders what videos you researched prior to this that sparked this sudden fantasy to be dominated by two men, two roommates, two new best friends.

"was doing that anyways," he licks the shell of your ear with a malicious cackle. "bet you'd let me fuck you raw every day if it meant I'd get to fill you up."

"yess, baby," you weep, out of your mind entirely.

"baby?" satoru whistles, glaring at getou who only blinked. what's up with you? were you under his spell or something? "i like that. you tryna' make one with me?"

"get smacked," getou threatens.

satoru only grins, grabbing your chin and pressing his nose to your cheek, keeping his eyes on getou. "don't wanna be a daddy with me? it'd be fun. I'll push the stroller and you hold her hand so she doesn't trip with the other kid in her belly."

"cut it," getou seethes.

"you're no fun," satoru pouts, still fucking you back on his dick like it's nothing, your head spinning. his attentions back on you. "say it one more time for me."

"baby," you slur, swallowing the extra saliva built up in your mouth from drooling, giggling when he groans in approval.

"good fuckin' girl," satoru hisses, yanking you back hard, like some rag doll, your screams softening the longer he prolonged, balls slapping against your sticky clit and your tits bouncing so cutely in your babydoll set.

you slap your hands on getou's torso once you cum for your third time, tone drowning out by satoru's who growls and paints your tight walls white, your legs frantically twitching as you fall forward, getou swallowing, endlessly fascinated by you as he rubs you to cool you down.

"wanna watch it drip," satoru keens, raising your ass and holding the dip of your spine down, licking his lips as he watches the way his cum glides from you. "damn, i think it's my birthday, honestly."

you're spent, still shaky and barely having air left in your lungs. satoru leans over you, kisses your cheek with a loud 'muah!' before doing the same to getou, only he kisses him on the lips.

"don't kiss me, asshole!" getou splutters, palm over satoru's face as he shoved him away. you giggle weakly into your boyfriend's chest, reaching behind yourself to keep satoru pressed to your back for warmth, the three of you snuggled up comfortably.

“thank you babe,” you smile, elated.

“you’re welcome, baby,” they say in unison.

getou rolls his eyes, a petty grunt released. “she’s not talking to you.”

“s’okay, her pussy did,” satoru cackles, kissing your cheek with tongue to piss the black-haired man off even further. he remains silent. this time.

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megumimania · 5 months

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SKIN TIGHT - geto suguru

summary: you agreed to a casual relationship with the uni fboy suguru but what happens when he starts to fall in love with you?

warnings: fwb, geto suguru x fem reader, geto x black! reader, suguru gives me such philosophy major and sociology minor vibes, fboy !suguru is a softie at heart

suguru geto is a name that both the male and female student body at your university are painfully familiar with. infamous for his short stints of relationships that often leaves the other party in distress, you successfully managed to avoid him for the first two semesters of university. that was until the day he joined your sociology class.

you remember it as if it was yesterday. that pretty smile he gave you whilst you moved your bag to let him sit next to you. the way he kept trying to talk to you even though you ignored him at every opportunity. you didn’t know why he was so persistent but eventually you caved in and gave him a chance. you figured that there had to be a reason to why so many people were obsessed with him.

well one thing led to another and now you’re half naked in his dorm room as suguru lights a cigarette, watching you fumble with the button of your jeans as you prepare to head to your afternoon class. usually you’d engage in light banter with him but these past few hookups he’s been more curious about your personal life. with him asking questions about your degree, your friends and your hobbies etc. you answered them because they were harmless surface level questions. plus it doesn’t hurt to know more about the person you’re hooking up with, right?

you pull on your sweater, feeling his eyes wonder over your body as if he’s committing it to memory before looking up at you. “do you have any plans after class tomorrow?” he asks as he rests his arm on his headboard revealing his torso that is littered with kisses and love bites. he looks at you with a neutral expression that makes it seems like he’s purely making small talk. “not much.” you reply putting your other shoe on. “why?”

“jus’ curious.” he takes another drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke. “let me take you out.” he asks after a moment of silence, making you still for a minute before letting out a laugh. “can’t get enough of me huh?” you wiggle your eyebrows just to tease him not missing the slight flush on the tips of his ears. “not really when you were begging for me to—” you didn’t hear the rest of suguru’s sentence as it was muffled by your hands covering his mouth.

you tenatively remove your hand from his mouth as he gives you a lazy grin. “im gonna be late for class.” you walked out of his dorm, sparing no time to hear his response. his sudden invitation to hang out worried you even more. you liked the pace you were both going at and you didn’t think there’d been any issues since you both agreed to be open and honest with each other.

class went on and you could barely focus, you were more busy trying to decipher and decode his simple invitation to hang out and the reasons behind it. the thought followed you from your class to the sanctuary of your dorm room. you eventually gave up with trying to study, collapsing on your bed as you decided that you’d get the answers out of him soon.

—

as promised, suguru met you outside of your lecture hall. his signature raven locks was pulled neatly into a bun with some strands being pulled out to frame his face. he was dressed in usual all black attire, hands stuffed in his pockets as his eyes scanned the crowd for you. he spotted you talking to a guy, that he recognised to be ino—one of the keen pledges at the frat satoru was apart of. suguru didn’t like the way ino was making you laugh and giggle which was weird since he was supposed to have zero attachments to you at all.

hearing ino crack another one of his tired jokes was enough for suguru to finally step in. “ready to go babe?” he asked taking your hand in his. aside from how natural the pet name sounded coming out of his mouth, you were also stunned at the sudden contact but decided to go along with it anyway. “sure.” you replied as coolly as possible, trying to ignore the glares you got from other students who were probably former flings of suguru.

you pulled him aside swatting his arm. “what was that for!” he rubbed his now sore arm with a pout on his lips. “i was trying to save you from his terrible jokes!” you looked at him with a sense of disbelief. “saving me by trying to play as my boyfriend?” you whisper shouted at him, not wanting to cause commotion. however it seemed that your words fell flat as suguru was lost in a trance, as his eyes hyper-fixated on your plump glossy lips.

you snapped a finger in his face trying to get his attention, “god you’re unbelievable.” you walked off, ignoring the way your heart pounded against your chest. he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him rocking you side to side. “you know you don’t mean that, baby.” he purred softly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. suguru was fine in small doses but having to experience all of him at once was intoxicating, you found that the mild anger you had towards him was slowly evaporating.

“‘m sorry, i couldn’t watch him crack his stupid jokes and making you laugh like that.” he said with an apologetic tone. the new level of vulnerability causing suguru’s usual hawk like eye contact to falter—looking at everything but you. “like i know we said that this was just gonna be casual and shit but like im fucking crazy about you and it’s driving me insane.” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his eyes finally meeting yours.

he bent down a little so he’d be at eye level with you. you grabbed his face gently, assessing his features. whilst his words were flattering at the end of the day, the rational part of you was unsure whether to trust them knowing his reputation. “how do i know you’re being genuine?” you asked quietly, trying to remain level headed despite the whirlwind of emotions that were brewing inside of you.

suguru understood where you were coming from. it’s hard to take his word seriously when he’s not a serious person at all romantically but he would do anything to prove the opposite, just so it would quell your doubts and anxieties that were swimming through your head. “if you let me i can show you.” he muttered softly leaning in to press his lips against yours, the cool metal from his lip ring making you shudder.

this kiss was different from all the others you had with suguru, it didn’t stem purely from lust or need, it was something much more gentler, softer and pure. you could argue that this kiss came from a place of love—even if you two were unable to see it at this stage. you pulled away, staring into his glassy onyx eyes that twinkled with something akin to joy.

if sophomore year suguru could see him right now he’d probably go into cardiac arrest. since everyone, including himself, thought he’d never settle down at all. but of course you came along and eventually proved him wrong.

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kanekisfavoritegf · 11 months

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Chef Geto

This is a repost 😭

Late night thoughts turned into this Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, unprotected sex, food play blah blah blah...

Chef Geto is obsessed with cutting berries open and dragging them over your body so he can slowly lick the juice off after.

Chef Geto's favourite pass time is sitting you down on one of the dining room chairs and making you taste one of his latest creations. Forcing you to give your opinion as he eats you out.

Chef Geto sometimes makes you say, "Yes, Chef." in bed. Corny Ik, but he can't help but smirk at the way you say it when he's asking if you want him to fuck you.

Chef Geto had no intention of approaching you when the two of you met. You were a food critic, and he was an up-and-coming chef whose name was slowly becoming popular in the food world.

Chef Geto had little self-control, though, and his last string of patience left him when he heard the soft moan you let out when you first tried one of his dishes.

Chef Geto had no problem bending you over the table you had eaten at and pounding into you. It was late at night, and you had stayed behind despite already writing all your notes on the restaurant to give your compliments to the chef.

Chef Geto would harshly groan into your ear while throwing words of degradation your way like it was nothing.

"You sure you just came to try my food, sweetheart? Cause the way you're clenching down on me makes me think otherwise."

"You are such a slut. I knew from the moment you walked in wearing that backless dress of yours."

"You gonna cum for me, right?"

Chef Geto would tell you harshly to not let this affect the way you rate his cooking. Because even though he had become addicted to the way you sounded screaming his name, he wanted to become famous for his talent in cooking, not fucking.

@mimizsworld @spiderpunkfien SORRY THE OTHER ONE GOT DELETED 😭

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sanjisluvbot · 8 months

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Geto x Black Fem Reader

Hopes and Dreams

Summary: He took everything from you, yet, he still wanted more. What can you take from something so broken? Would there ever be a happy ending?

A/N: this is pretty much a blurb, got the thought randomly. I wanna see if you guys like it and then I will post the full version. There will be no non con.

“ Do you think I’m cruel?”

She couldn’t bring herself to answer, cruel didn’t even begin to describe who he was. He waited a few minutes for her answer and let out an exasperated sigh, Oh, the dramatics of the woman he loved laying on the duvet.

He walked over to her and laid beside her gently grabbing her chin so they could be face to face.

“ I’m sorry for being rough with you, I hope you will one day understand that everything I do for you.. is out of pure love.”

She didn’t have the energy to scream anymore. Lies, is what she would’ve said had she not been so exhausted by this endless nightmare. A girl full of hopes and dreams, now shattered, in darkness without a light to grasp at.

“ I know you could never forgive me in this life time, but I will spend the rest of it trying.”

Suguru would go to hell and back if it meant she could be happy, but he wouldn’t return what he took. His infatuation ran deep in his soul. From the moment he laid eyes on the foreign girl he knew he wanted her to himself.

To protect, to love, and to conquer.

He wanted to bring back the life he drained from her once radiant skin. Bring back the woman who took great care of herself down to her toes. That reminded him, he would get the Monkey’s to bathe her in a few minutes.

“ I could give you the life you’ve always dreamed of. If you could just return the love I’ve given you.”

“ I could never love something like you.”

He grinned. There are still some embers that haven’t completely burned out. He was on a mission to add fuel to that withering fire, anything it took. For her.

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bunnyboyjuice · 5 months

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I saw this and immediately went Getou and his pink girlfriend Like i had to write for it immediately.

Getou knew you liked plushies. When you first let him into your room he noticed all the Sanrio plushies in an array of sizes decorating your bed and your bookshelf. He picked up on that immediately and would always surprise you with a new plushie on two. But he never really knew the names he would see “Cinnamoroll” or “Pompompurin” on some of the items you sent him he knew them by shape not by name.

That all changed when he saw you flipping some of them all over and placing some of them on the floor. “Why are you doing that baby?” He says chuckling at your actions. “Umm.. because I don’t want them to see us doing it.” You mumble embarrassed cleaning off your bed of your plushies.

Cute! Getou thought to himself as he ran his hand down your back giving your ass a playful smack before chuckling at you cleaning off your pink bed sheets and comforter so that your plushies don’t see y’all having sex.

Getou could feel himself throb with desire watching you bend over in that pink silk night gown as you turn your last plushie around.

“M’all done now.” You giggle feeling his large hands roaming over your body as Getou’s eyes trace your figure . “Finally I felt like I was waiting forever baby.” Getou said he grinded against you, his dick pressing into the fat of your ass his hands squeezing and fondling your curves eagerly.

“Lay down f’me baby lemme see that pretty face.” He says chuckling putting his dark curls up in a loose bun. His lidded eyes peering into yours as he smirks from above. His lips colliding against yours greedily as he pulled down your night gown revealing your pretty tits to him.

You can feel his warm breath tickling at your neck as he sets the pace. Getou’s mind running was rampant as he holds your hips thrusting into you slowly. His mind going hazy as he feels your tight walls clamping down on him. He loves the way you look up at him all cock drunk when you feel him thrust and hit that gummy spot making you whine and whimper, that fueled Getou even more making him pick up the pace his warm hands rubbing up your thighs as your pretty manicured nails rake down his back. “Fuuuuck baby y’re so good, fuck!” He groans thrusting into you deeper.

His hips colliding with yours as they stutter keeping an uneven pace. “Getou I can’t take it” You whine as he grabs the back of your thighs and holding your legs up to your chest, putting you in a mating press, “Yes you can baby your doing it right now.” He coos at you, your slick and his pre- mixing to make a filthy, sticky mess. He thrust into you cunt again watching your slick coat him as he sighs dreamily. His mind was already in the clouds as he felt you squeezing tightly around him. “Wanna cum..gonna cum Getou.” You hiccup feeling him deeper in your core.

You feel your body going hazy as you grip at the sheets your eyes fluttering as Getou is relentless with his pace as your sloppy pussy flutters around him more squeezing him for every last drop. “C’mon baby lemme see you cum m’kay you know how much I love watching it.” Getou lidded eyes stare into your glossy doe ones feeling the pressure bubble getting ready to pop your toes curl.

Your mind goes numb feeling Getou’s cock kiss that sweet spot again and again as he thrust watching you squirt drenching his cock. “There she is that’s my good girl.” He purrs at you feeling his cock twitch inside you. He slowed down his thrust lazily letting his hips roll feeling your legs quiver letting himself go shooting ropes of his warm seed into you.

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Getou laided there with you letting you settle down rubbing your back up and down as he pressed kisses into your forehead.

“You did so good, so fuckin’ perfect baby.” He mumbled against your head as he presses more kisses. Getou looks over at one of the plushies in your bed and he gently picks it up admiring it. “Babe I have a question which plushie is this one they all look the..same to me.” He chuckles as he sees your head peek up to look at the one he was holding.

“That one’s Cinnamoroll he’s a dog and he has girlfriend named Mocha I think I have a plushie of her too but she might be in my bookshelf instead of on my bed.”

“Oh so they’re like a pair like us?” He says with a chuckle looking the Cinnamoroll plushie again.

“Yea they’re put together in a lot of the art I see of them so they could be a pair.” You murmur picking up another plushie.

“I think this one is like you a little bit.” It was a little devil plushie shaped like the Cinnamoroll plushie. “So it’s Cinnamoroll but evil?” He says gently placing the Cinnamoroll down and taking the newly inquired plushie in his hands.

“Well kinda his name is Berry and he has a pink friend named Cherry.” You told Getou as you got the pink plushie with bat wings. “See they’re kind of like us a little bit.”

Getou looks down at the pink plushie and smiles.

“Can I keep this one I promise I’ll keep it safe I’ll put it with my other plushie I got that reminds me off you.”

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest from how much love was stored in your little heart for him.

“Yea..you can keep him he’s all yours.” Your eyes flickered over to Getou admiring the plushie like it was the last thing on earth to Getou this plushie was now his new favorite thing from you besides all the other trinkets you got him.

Getou presses a soft kiss to your lips before pressing another kiss to your now assigned plushie counterpart.

“We’re always together no matter what isn’t that cute.” Getou mumbles pulling your closer to him kissing you on your nose.

A/n: yall I had to get this out because I have finals coming up which is so upsetting but I hope yall enjoy this silly thing I wrote. Also ignore my Sanrio knowledge about Cinnamoroll and Lloromannic…like this really got to me.

#jjk #jjk getou #getou x bimbo reader #black reader #getou x black reader #getou x reader #getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk geto #kota's brain #jjk smut #Getou x pink gf

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ayyy-pee · 1 year

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱 - 𝗦𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Black Coded Female Reader

Summary: Suguru reacts to the unexpected news (Suguru POV).

Genre: Pregnancy AU

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Angst, Fluff Sometimes, Profanity, Friends with Benefits, Mental Health Discussions, Therapy, Mental Health Struggles (Suguru), Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Overprotective, Possessive, Accidental Pregnancy, Unprotected Sex, Pregnancy Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Reader is black female reader who uses she/her pronouns but anyone can read!

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Suguru Art by: Ilameys

Present Day

This is awkward. Suguru can’t lie. The air is tense even as Suguru holds your hand while Shoko pulls the ultrasound machine towards the bed. He feels your hand squeeze his so gently. He would’ve missed it if he wasn’t already so focused on every movement you made. Suguru is beyond grateful you let him stay in the room after weeks of ignoring and avoiding you. He knows you’ll have plenty to discuss after this, but for now, he just wants to focus on this appointment. He has questions, but it may be best to hold off until you’ve talked.

Who would’ve thought? Suguru Geto…a father. He definitely hadn’t. Sure, he’d raised Mimiko and Nanako after he’d found them. As far as he was concerned, they were his children. They’d even returned to him, and were enrolled in classes with the other students. And they were doing well.

But fathering a child of his own? Suguru had never been interested, even if he was convinced he was a part of the superior species. The world would have been blessed to have his offspring walk the earth, but to have his child dwell amongst the monkeys he hated so much? Unthinkable.

At least, until you'd told him the news.

Three Weeks Ago…

It’s been four days since Suguru found out you’re pregnant with his child. And he’s not taking it well. He can’t remember the last time he’s left his apartment at this point. There’s not much in this world Suguru fears, but at this current moment in time, he fears running into you the most. He realizes how ironic this situation is. Just a week ago you were the one avoiding him and now the tables have turned.

Suguru knows he should reply to at least one of your many messages. They’re not all about the baby. Some are just checking on him to be sure he’s alive, to make sure he hasn’t lost his mind again. But he can’t bear to speak to you right now, let alone see your face.

He thinks back to your argument just a few days prior. His mind won’t let him forget how small you looked wrapped in his blankets. The look on your face as you watched the realization that he would be a father dawn on him. The sadness in your eyes when he’d asked you to leave his apartment.

It hurt Suguru to push you away like that. You’re his friend above all else. He should have set his feelings aside and talked to you about this.

His mind also won’t let him forget how you avoided him for months on end, sparing every free second you had clinging to Nanami and Shoko. How you ducked around corners to dodge any encounters with him. How you looked him in the eye many times and kept this secret from him. How long would you have gone without telling him? What were you going to do once the baby was born?

The earlier pain Suguru felt from pushing you away is soon replaced by intense fury. You’re his friend above all else. How could you keep something this big from him?

Suguru sits on his couch, head in his hands as he tries to calm himself down. His rage is taking over, the thrumming of his blood in his ears is all he can hear as Suguru thinks about the current situation. And he has to stay calm because letting his emotions get the best of him wouldn’t work out well for anyone here.

Suguru would never hurt you. No, absolutely not. Even if you weren’t pregnant with his child, he’d never dream of harming you. He’d never hurt anyone on the campus either. But it’s a very short walk to the school’s entry gates and he’d assume an even shorter distance between him and the next monkey he catches on the street.

And right now, he can’t promise he won't hurt them even though he really, really wants to.

No.

No, he can’t hurt them either. No matter how badly he wants to take his frustrations and anger out on them, he knows what that means for him. The old Suguru wouldn’t have cared. The old Suguru would have slaughtered them without hesitation. Things are different now. Another instance of murder means immediate execution for the rehabilitating sorcerer and now he has something to live for…aside from you.

Suguru pushes the temptation to the back of his mind, though the desire still lingers heavily. He cards his long fingers through his hair, inhales deeply, runs his fingers through again before he stands quickly. The room suddenly feels suffocating. He needs to get out.

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It’s a dreary day today. It matches Suguru’s mood. He watches the gray clouds slowly drift across the equally gray sky, the distant sound of thunder indicating rain is soon to come. Suguru doesn’t know where he’s going, but anywhere was better than another day of sitting with his thoughts. It’s what his therapist would have recommended anyway. Instead of sitting with the thoughts, change your scenery. Although at the moment, the scenery is only making Suguru’s mood a little more sour.

A deep sigh rushes past Suguru’s lips as he rounds the corner towards one of the many courtyards on campus. There’s a light drizzle now. The soft mist feels refreshing against Suguru’s skin, a soothing comfort despite all of his inner turmoil. As he moves along the path, his eyes land on the back of a familiar head of white sitting on a bench along the courtyard’s trail. The man just ahead of him is staring off into the distance and Suguru wonders briefly if Satoru struggles with his old ways the same way Suguru does. If he does, he doesn’t let it show. Suguru admires him for that.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if this is a good idea. Suguru has tried many times to try and build a relationship back up with Satoru. It’s always Satoru who keeps the door closed. Not that Suguru can be upset about it. It’s his fault, after all. This was the downside to returning to sorcery after committing absolutely heinous crimes. Friends were scarce and Suguru didn’t always want to talk to his therapist. It was times like these where he truly missed his friendship with Satoru. He doesn’t blame Satoru for not wanting to pick up where they’d left off. He’d burned that bridge long ago and now had to deal with the repercussions of his own actions. Even so, Suguru crosses the gap and makes his way toward the bench where the strongest sorcerer lounges.

The first step in Satoru’s direction triggers an immediate response from his former friend, his cursed energy flaring dangerously though Satoru hasn’t so much as spared Suguru a single glance. Suguru takes a seat on the beach next to Satoru, leaving a large space between them. Not by choice. Satoru has his infinity up, literally keeping Suguru at a distance.

It’s quiet for quite some time. Suguru stares ahead along with Satoru, eyes seeing nothing but trees and empty shrines and temples that haven’t been entered in who knows how long. He sees nothing of interest, feels almost envious of Satoru who he’s sure sees everything of interest as his Six Eyes drink in the view.

He knows Satoru is perfectly okay with letting Suguru sit in the awkward silence until he’s ready to leave, and doesn't expect him to initiate conversation unless it’s to do with him going to therapy. Satoru likes to watch Suguru squirm these days, not that Suguru doesn’t deserve it. But even if Satoru says nothing, Suguru has to get this off of his chest. So he begins…

“I found out some interesting news the other day,” he says, waiting to see if Satoru shows any interest. He doesn’t, but it doesn’t deter Suguru. “It’s pretty big and I’m not sure I’m handling it very well.”

Satoru sits in silence, but that’s how he usually is towards Suguru now. They don’t have casual conversation or idle chit chat anymore. Satoru shows up, makes sure Suguru goes to his scheduled therapy sessions and then he leaves. Rinse and repeat.

“I think I’m spiraling, Satoru,” Suguru continues. “This situation will impact everything for me. And the worst part is, several people knew about this before I did. Me, who it would impact the most.” He groans, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and run his fingers through his tresses. “I feel selfish saying that because I’m not the only one who this will affect…but I feel like I’m walking a very thin line here. And I’m tempted to do something that I know I may regret.”

This makes Satoru lean forward, his posture mimicking his ex-friend’s. He lets Suguru continue with his vague explanation of what’s going on. Lets Suguru vent about how this news will change everything for him. How it’s so frustrating that he’s just barely finding out about this. How he feels like he’s the last one to know, even though he’s certain he isn’t. How betrayed he feels by someone he felt was a true friend to him.

“I just feel so…so angry. I know I’m fucked up. Everyone knows that. And I get they were trying to protect themself and in a way, protect me. I do understand that. But how was it fair to not give me a say in whether I knew or not? To not give me a choice in the matter. I feel so angry that I could literally kill someone. And,” Suguru chuckles dryly, running a hand over his face. “I’m trying really fucking hard not to do that.”

Satoru doesn’t flinch at this. He doesn’t try to get more information out of Suguru. Doesn’t try to console Suguru or make him feel even a little better. He just listens. At least, Suguru thinks he’s listening. Even if he wasn’t, it was exactly what Suguru needed. Just a few minutes to talk to someone who wasn’t psychoanalyzing him within the cold, ugly four walls of an office.

When Suguru is done ranting, he leans back against the bench, golden eyes drifting up to watch the darkening gray clouds, fat with rain, drifting past. It’s quiet again, save for the soft buzz of Satoru’s infinity sitting between them. A reminder that there’s no friendship between them any longer. Just a wall that will always keep Suguru at a distance.

With a sigh, Satoru stands, slips his hands in his pockets and says, “let’s go see the good doctor.” He doesn’t wait for a response from Suguru, still doesn’t glance his way. He simply begins the journey towards the therapy offices. Of course that’s his answer. Suguru isn’t sure what he expected. He shouldn’t have hoped for anything more, but old habits die hard. It just felt like he wanted to talk to Satoru about this before anyone else.

The two of them walk silently together to the therapist's office. It’s a little different than their normal trek, Satoru usually walking to the therapist’s office ahead of Suguru. Impatient. Annoyed. Can’t wait to put the distance of an entire campus between them. Now, as they make their way together, Satoru walks beside him. It’s such a small difference, but Suguru notices. He doesn’t say anything. It’s the most comfort Satoru is willing to give Suguru and he understands. He feels lucky Satoru even sat and listened to him when he’s made his disdain for him crystal clear since his return.

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The visit to his therapist helps alleviate quite a bit of turmoil for Suguru. He’s as honest as he’s willing to be with his therapist and it does help him feel better to an extent. He doesn’t want to truly confide in them until he’s spoken with you about what everything means for you two. But before he can work up the courage to talk to you, he wants to talk to the first person who knew about your pregnancy - Shoko.

That’s how he wound up standing behind Shoko as she sits in her office, her slender fingers racing across the keyboard as she documents a visit from one of the students. She’s as nonchalant as ever, hardly showing any remorse for her part in keeping your secret.

“It’s doctor/patient confidentiality, Suguru. I’m sure you understand,” she murmurs just loud enough to hear over the clacking of her keyboard.

“No, I don’t understand.”

Shoko pauses her typing, peering over her shoulder to assess Suguru. She rolls her eyes before going back to her task. “Well, let me make it easier for you then. Would you like for me or anyone else to know all of your private feelings and thoughts you confide to your therapist about?”

Suguru is silent. He hadn’t even thought about it that way. Of course he wouldn’t want that. But, that’s different. Those are just his thoughts and feelings. This is an actual event about to change the trajectory of his entire life.

“Doesn’t matter that this is a life changing event for you,” Shoko says as though she had read his thoughts. “You are not my patient. At least, not for this particular matter. I have to protect the mother’s wishes in this situation. It’s what she wanted and I can’t argue with that, Suguru.”

He knows she’s right and it’s so fucking annoying. He wants to be upset, wants to feel like he’s right to be upset with anyone who knew about the pregnancy. But, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on here. He’s not the pregnant one, you are. Suguru doesn’t have any real reason to be upset with Shoko. And truth be told, after spilling his guts to Satoru and visiting his therapist and scheduling several follow up appointments, he’s not even that angry with you anymore.

“You’re an idiot if you’re really mad at me about it,” Shoko adds, again as though she read his mind. “You need to talk to the mother of your child, stupid.”

The familiar way Shoko speaks to him, like she doesn’t hold any contempt for him because of his past, makes the corners of Suguru’s lips curl with a small smile. It’s nice to feel like some things are still normal from time to time.

“And how would I even do that?” He asks, folding his arms over his chest, eyes boring into the back of Shoko’s head as she continues typing. He really wants to know because last he saw you, he’d kicked you out of his apartment then ignored every single form of communication from you after. He doubts you’d be as open to speaking to him as Shoko is making it seem.

Shoko’s shoulders rise with a shrug. “I have no idea, Suguru. You’re an adult though, so maybe try calling or texting her.” Her hand finds her mouse, clicking around on the screen to save her work. She pulls up her email, then her calendar. “I can tell you this, though. She’s ready to do the work to get through this pregnancy and have this baby whether you’re around or not. So now that you know, if you choose to be involved, make sure you’re ready to do the work.”

Once again, Suguru knows she’s right. While he was busy moping about the secret you’d kept from him, he should’ve been thinking about what this truly meant for you and him. Suguru can’t just come talk to you without really knowing what he wants, how involved he wants to be. Does he want to raise this baby with you? As friends? Try to raise it together as a couple? Does he want to step back and let you go with your original plan? Do it all on your own? Or maybe he can simply financially support the baby without being a part of your lives? These are all things he hadn’t thought of. How deeply involved did he want to be?

Suguru has a lot of thinking to do before he can talk to you. Without another word, he crosses the threshold of Shoko’s office and opens the door. But before he leaves, he hears Shoko call out to him. “Suguru.”

He pauses in the doorway as Shoko tells him exactly what he needed to hear.

“Take your time. Do the work you need to do for yourself. And if you want to come back here in three weeks and a day from now around…” she turns to her computer again, running a thin finger down the screen before tapping a particular spot. “Around 11am, maybe you’ll get lucky with mending things.”

Suguru nods, closing the door behind him.

Present Day

Suguru’s watches intensely as Shoko pulls your gown up over your torso. And he knows you’re not that far along, but he swears he can see the small swell of your belly beginning to show. He feels his heartbeat pick up. Is there really a baby in there? His baby in there? The thought makes him a little lightheaded. It’s only when Shoko holds a white bottle over your stomach that Suguru pulls his gaze away from your belly. She squeezes, a clear blue jelly spreading across your skin. She turns to put the bottle away, grabbing a small white wand and brings the curved probe down to your belly and presses gently, turning her head towards the monitor next to the bed.

Suguru follows the motion, eyes glued to the screen. He can’t even tell what he’s looking at if he’s being honest. It’s just fuzzy and black and –

“There they are,” Shoko gasps softly. She points a finger to a spot on the screen. “Right here.”

And Suguru sees it. A tiny round head with a face that can’t be made out yet floating around on the screen. He wonders which one of you they’ll look more like, you or him. Or will they be an even blend? Doesn’t matter. He knows they’ll be beautiful regardless. You’re their mother, after all.

“Looks like there’s just one,” Shoko says as she glides the probe across your skin to find another angle.

He sees itty bitty arms stretching out with even itty bittier hands at the end. And Suguru imagines what it will be like the day he’s able to see those tiny fingers wrap around his own. What it will be like to hold that little hand as he guides them along, holds them as they learn to take their first steps.

Shoko presses a button on the monitor and a soft whirring noise fills the room. “Sorry, just trying to see if I can get…”

Suguru sees little legs wiggling as this small…bean…tries to wriggle away from the probe to the other side of your womb.

“Running away,” Shoko chuckles, shooting Suguru a humorous look. “Just like their dad.”

And even Suguru can’t stop the snort that escapes him. He peers down at you, so quiet on the bed with wide eyes locked on the screen. You haven’t let go of his hand since you spoke earlier and he squeezes yours, gently pulling you back to him. Your eyes meet his and it’s only then that Suguru notices the tears threatening to spill at the corner of your eyes. He gives you a soft smile, reaching forward with his other hand to cup your cheek. His thumb caresses your skin gently and you smile back at him.

“Got it. Here it is. Baby’s heartbeat looks strong,” Shoko says, turning a dial on the machine. The rapid thumping sound emitting from the ultrasound machine makes you gasp quietly, your hand squeezing Suguru’s tight.

“That’s the baby’s heart?” You whisper, voice shaky. Like you’re trying to hold back a sob.

Shoko nods, a small smile gracing her features. “Yes, and everything looks and sounds perfect so far.”

You sniffle, watching the screen where the growing mixture of you and him floats around.

“They’re so tiny,” you murmur, your tear-filled gaze finding Suguru again. He can’t help the grin he’s wearing as he watches all of the emotions swimming behind your eyes.

“They are,” Suguru whispers back. His eyes find the teeny tiny spot on the screen again, wiggling and turning, and Suguru squeezes your hand once more. “So tiny. Our baby.”

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st4rbwrry · 1 month

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‘ HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A BLACK WOMAN SCORNED. ’

₊˚♱ a one night stand finds suguru getou awakening into a blood thirsty vampire. desperate for information on this newfound mystery, he pursues a woman by the name of vice persephome, whom he’s concerned over his magnetism towards. as secrets slowly reveal, getou finds himself falling into the involuntary trap of the persephome bloodline.

𑄽𑄺 pairing; vampire!getou x black!fem oc.

𑄽𑄺 genre(s); vampire, fantasy, erotica.

𑄽𑄺 playlist; link.

𑄽𑄺 contents; 20+, mature themes, lowercase intended, vulgar language, smut, vampirism, violence, murder/death, generational curse, drug & alcohol usage, original characters aside from getou + satoru, dom/sub dynamics, angst, humor, obsessive and possessive tendencies, + more warnings will be added later on.

INDEX.

part one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.

CAST.

VICE PERSEPHOME

GETOU SUGURU

SATORU GOJO

ALANI HAZEL

ARDEN PERSEPHOME

REED ANGELO

#𑄽𑄺 ━━ ꒰ 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 .ᐟ ꒱#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru #satoru gojo #anime fanfic #vampire #jjk series #getou smut #getou fanfic #satoru x oc #getou x oc #vampire getou #black fantasy #getou series #jjk suguru #satorugojo #getou x black reader #satoru x black reader

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m4lb · 4 days

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bro does anyone know that short lil story of getou and black reader and they r step siblings...i think she was like a camgirl or wtv and (she not knowing it was him) would do things for him n privately chat him venting about him then boom vaction she founds out its him?? i cant find ittt

#jjk x black reader #getou x black reader #geto suguru

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stqrriichiigo · 2 years

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❝ 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟐 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍’ 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❞ — 00. INTRODUCTION. PT 2.

geto x black!f. reader ( she / her prns )

— IN WHICH. y/n encounters gojo in her history class, though she found him annoying at first they became good friends leading to y/n meeting getou then shoko, but eh who knows she might have fallen inlove with one of em'

𔘓⁩. tags : @sapphicshav @jogeto @baabypluuto

ꕤ. ⦂ ━ THE FANTASTIC 3. the finest trio.

✦. JAYLEN : PEARCE — loyal asf. ayana's boyfriend. soccer player. the therapist of the group. very nice until you get on his nerves. overprotective. possessive. does not hesitate to tell girls no ( cuz bae is loyall ). best friends with toji. tall asf about gojo's height. christian.

✦. Y/N : L/N — your self inserts here! the it girl number 1.

✦. AYANA : SMITH — my oc. jaylen's girlfriend. music addict. christian. y/n's besti. basketballer. loud ahh ho3 with a weird ahh laugh. isn't afraid to drop you if your bad company. irresponsible in certain situations. laughs alot in serious situations. the it girl number 2.

#urluvvdomm #𔘓⁩ — dom.writes 📝#getou x black reader #getou x you #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #rbs are appreciated!#𔘓⁩ — .bound2

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2dhimbo-mp3 · 2 years

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should I make this angsty relationship w black reader drabble about getou or draken?? 👀👀👀

#getou headcanons #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen getou #jjk getou #getou suguru #jjk drabbles #tokyo rev hcs #draken #draken tokyo revengers #draken tokrev #draken headcanons #draken x y/n #draken x reader #tokyo revengers #anime x black!reader #draken x black reader #getou x black reader #x black reader

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bunnyboyjuice · 4 months

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Thinking about piercing head Getou and how he’d always surprise you with his tongue piercing. You always noticed his ears full of piercings and his face as well. “Baby I gotta surprise for you” he’d purr wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in closer to him. “What is it?” You say leaning into his warm embrace as you unconsciously sway side to side in his arms. “Gimme a kiss and you’ll find out.” He says leaning down to kiss you.

As your lips collide his tongue is already snaking its way into your mouth as you feel the metal nub pressing against your own tongue. You eagerly break the kiss and look at him in awe. “You got it done since when?!” All Getou could do was giggle as he walked you over to the bed letting you sit on the edge of it.

“You know what to do baby lemme see my sweet girl I missed her.” He said caressing your inner thighs as he snatched your pajama shorts down revealing your cunt to him. His eyes were glued to your body like you were a dessert presented to him on a silver platter. He couldn’t help but devour you like he was gonna starve with out you.

He lapped at your cunt with the quickness diving in between your legs suckling at your clit while rolling the piercing against it causing you to squeal. “Fuck Getou..so..good!” You moan feeling yourself hip buck and quiver as Getou holds your legs in place. That tongue piercing was a blessing and curse because after a few minutes you were already coming on Getou’s tongue but he wasn’t done yet he wanted it see home many orgasms he could get out of you.

“G-Getou too sensitive! Please!” you hiccup gripping at Getou’s black curls hoping he could at least give you a small break. “Uh uh baby just one more.” He groans humping against the mattress as his tongue flicks at your clit. You were a mess from Getou’s tongue he sloppily lapped at your hole tasting the delicious slick building up before going right back over to your puffy clit throbbing from his relentless attacks. “please Getou I’m gonna-!” You hiccup feeling your body squirm and with a warm flash racing across your body you squirt. Getou chuckles as he drinks up all of your liquid before licking his lips and kissing you.

“How do you like my new piercing?” He chuckles holding you in his arms. “Good it’s so good” you sigh blissfully as your cuddle against Getou kissing along his jaw as you come down from your high leg still quivering a bit.

A/N: I wrote this at 12AM so it might be sloopy and a little rushed sorry about that but I’ve been dreaming of piercing head + metal boyfriend Getou like he would totally have a bridge and a septum I’m juss saying y’all he would be so sexy wit those

#jjk #jjk smut #kota's brain #getou suguru #getou x black reader #getou x chubby reader #getou smut #black reader #jjk getou #getou suguru x reader

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st4rbwrry · 19 days

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

masterlist. next chapter.

SEMBLANCE WAS THE WORD TO DESCRIBE GETOU. his provision of love came in a various of ways—some of his feelings true, others a grey area. but the relationship he had with vice had been somewhat twisted, and it wasn't considered love.

at least that's what he thought towards the end of everything.

usually, starting off new came with perfect qualities. but ending up in the interestingly haunting city of new orleans, that came with a surge of consequences. it all started off with a simple smoke, an inhale of toxins evaporating within the lungs of his body, only half of the gas being exhaled into thin air from the pen he holds. the tall man leaned against the wall of the school’s hallway, phone pressed against his ear as his long fingers toyed with the object in his hand. many people gazed at him—notes of curiosity or attraction, some hadn’t recognized him on this campus, nor had they ever seen a man with such a stringent face structure.

his eyes were scarily dark, lids drooping over the pupils he dangerously lowered. his face sent off a variety of emotions. whether it be the fact that he was mad, or he was just completely inattentive to his surroundings. he appeared unfazed by movement of people around him. they glanced as his lips moved, a fairly light pink, almost mimicking his olive skin tone. his mouth moved with a quickness; a seduction.

once he ended the call, there had been no indication of what the conversation had been about. whether he had been talking to a lover, or ending someone's life just by muttering a few passive words. he had been standing in the same spot for almost ten minutes now. he wanted to bring himself to move, but a sudden flurry of two bodies flown in front of him—almost right on time. as if it were all supposed to happen.

“you know i still want your fine ass brother on my roster.”

a feminine, somewhat deep voice whispered in the distance from what he could hear, making the man watch as two beautiful women emerge from the entrance of the girls bathroom. both bodies halted as one leans against the wall with books held to their chest, the other shifting in their spot to adjust their tight jeans.

"the hell, i thought you were texting that boy on the football team?"

the voice of this woman nearly makes his blood warm. it's soft and sultry, and now he's engaging himself into their conversation.

"i'm texting several on the football team. yet the quarterback is the finest."

"and he's probably the worst one," the other girl replies.

from where he stood, he could spot alluring long dark hair that grazed the middle of her back. as desperate as it sounded, he craved to see her face—for her to make eye contact with him and feel the attraction he does.

"jealous, vice?" the girl teases with a smile.

vice.

"girl, you wish," vice laughs softly, the two now strutting away opposite from him towards their class.

from this angle, getou catches a glimpse of her side profile. a face so beautifully pure but could be so shamelessly damaged. milky brown skin, his lips tremble from the urge to sink his teeth into it. it was almost preposterous. his eyes went wide when he observed the way she walked, the salacious switch of this woman's hips in her vintage dereon jeans making him twitch in more ways than one. curvy body adorned with a gold belly chain around her waist and a cropped black baby tee. colorful bangles decorated her wrists along with rings and two rows of necklaces, complimenting the infinite amount of colorful ink along her body—from the top of her neck, all the way to where his eyes wished he could see more. he wanted to see all of her.

his head begins to spin with erotic possibilities, illicit and passionate thoughts running through his mind about what he could do to her. it was ridiculous. he didn't even know the girls name, and yet here he was, fantasizing about fucking her like the demon he knew he was. he takes this moment to follow behind the two women after standing in his position for too long, surprised his feet didn't drag behind like a lost puppy.

the classroom where they sat happened to be the same one he's enrolled in, coughing briefly to focus his conscious on what's important, and that was finding his seat.

"i still think this tattoo would look better on the side of my ass," alani pouts, sliding her phone for vice to look at a sketch of a cherry blossom thorn as she suggests, "or maybe the back of my thigh?"

"either way you're gonna scream like last time. and that was only angel numbers, on your wrist. no shading.” vice replies, wanting to focus on this idea she had for her own thousandth tattoo, pencil moving swiftly.

alani sighs, knowing she was right. clicking off her phone, she grabs her pink cup filled with ice water to sip as she scans the class, watching it slowly clutter with students for the upcoming lecture. her eyes abruptly lock onto the man who made his presence known from afar.

"ooh, girl. what the fuck," alani suddenly begins to choke, her hand covering her mouth as she coughs aggressively. vice shoots up in a panic, confused and patting her back with worry.

"bitch, are you okay?" vice's eyes widen, alani nodding her head and breathing heavily.

"do you see that man?" she emphasized, finally catching her breath after she drinks her water, discreetly motioning towards a man sitting on the other side of the class near the front. vice wants to smack her for being so dramatic, eyeing her like she's a hardheaded child before adverting her eyes in the same direction.

this man she spoke of finally caught her eye. an immediate attraction rushed through her as quickly as it left, and her stomach did a little flip. compulsive eyes that dwindled a fragile obsidian tone. flawless long black hair that nearly past his elbows, drifting along his brawny jaw and rested on the back of his black crewneck tee that accentuated his muscles. his mane was partially tied up in a manbun on the back of his head, nearly covering the gauges within his ears. lips distinctive, yet captivating, duplicity hiding within them. and now, they were arrogantly raised in an amused smirk, towards her, feeling her glance.

"i wanna do bad things to that man," alani speaks in an almost feral manner, both women staring with somewhat opposite emotions. vice is disinterested, immediately going back to doodling artwork in her notebook.

“yea, he’s cool. i'd sit on his face."

"i second this quote! adding that to my roster!"

as vice laughs at her response, class begins. she wasn't necessarily looking forward to the debate they were going to have today. the previous day before was pretty heated on the topic of genocide and ethnic cleansing. she catches a mere glance at what the professor writes with chalk on the viridescent board. her pencil sat absentmindedly between her plump lips, eyes drawling back to the man once again, shoulders broad as he relaxed himself against the seat. when the teacher ended up calling her name, she hadn’t even realized. he really was . . . nice to look at.

"miss persephome," the teacher repeated encouragingly, eyes now posted upon her skin as her slumped position peaked up, "yes?"

"the discussion, need i remind you since you seem so interested. is love a realism or is it underlined with sexual desires?" she began, causing the noiseless class to gently snicker as she continues, “i'd like for you to elucidate your debate on it."

she raised her eyebrows. allowing her pen to fall from her lips and in between her fingers, she replied, "elucidate? uh . . . sure.”

she begins, “it's simple, love. we fall in love by personality, physicality. the flutter of their eyelashes, to the smile upon their cheeks. i would say that it's possible to love someone without physical contact, because if you really love someone, sex is only a desire, rather than a necessity. you fall in love by their soul, not by the forefront distraction of their body.”

a low and sarcastic chuckle was what caught vice's attention. her eyes turn directly towards where the sound echoed from, and oh, it was that fine ass of a stranger. the teacher was now captivated by the circumlocutory silence sitting on the right hand side of the room, seeing as he now teetered a ring in his slender fingers so casually.

"getou, you seem amused. is there anything you'd like to add?" the professor asked.

getou. that’s his name, she thinks. why does she care?

vice softly frowns at him, watching as he says nothing. he looked at the teacher, lightly shook his head, and made no effort to verbally disagree. this bothered her.

"you laughed for a reason. this is a seminar. say what you gotta say," vice stares at him with impatience. his eyes lock into her's, intently boring into her cranium. the little flip in her stomach returned without her permission.

"i just think it's bullshit," he shrugs.

"uh, alright. i understand y'all are adults. but let's exclude the profanity—"

"bullshit how?" vice interrupts, raising her brow in a threatening manner.

"do you really think that love overshadows sexual desires? are you a child?" getou charges back.

"um, no. i never said that. do you think that love is not a realistic thing? are you in high school?"

"i don't have to fuck you to be in love with you. granted, any person could overshadow being in love with me by the way i fuck them."

"oh, for real?” alani instigated, shifting her eyes back and forth. she's intrigued by their banter.

"just based on that observation, i wouldn't fuck you,” vice snarls.

"i doubt that."

the professor cuts them off. "okay! that's enough, and wildly inappropriate. we'll pick this up another time. everyone may write their opinions on paper,” she concludes.

"oooh, i love him already," alani bites the tip of her nail, a wide grin as she twinkles her fingers in his direction.

"i can’t stand his ass already,” vice disagrees.

she stands from her seat along with everyone else in the classroom preparing to exit out the door, feeling slightly embarrassed for causing class to dismiss early, but not embarrassed enough to apologize.

“girl, you’ll be alright. let’s go before i miss my opportunity to get them digits!” alani schemes, pulling vice by her backpack who still glares at him. the way he now politely stands to the professor and begins talking to her, it’s as if they didn’t just have that back and forth. it pissed her off even more.

“ugh, he a scholar or something?” alani speaks impatiently, seeing as he continues to talk to the professor, both her and vice now standing outside of the classroom.

vice pulls her phone from her pocket as it buzzes, glancing back up to her friend as she speaks, “the promo team for homecoming is looking for me. do i have to stay with you while you shoot your shot?”

“you don’t wanna see me win? maybe you really are jealous,” alani never knows when to stop playing as she teases, vice becoming visibly more irritated.

she starts, “girl—"

her voice goes into a stifled shout as she feels a bump within her shoulder. her eyes meet with those same dark eyes that glance back at her, that same shit-eating-fucker smirk appearing along his face as he continues walking. that sets her off. she flies forward, winding up her fist as she then feels alani quickly pull her back, sighing dreamily as she speaks, “yeah, that’s my baby daddy. cheer up, would you?”

yeah, okay.

୨♡୧

vice stands back as she tilts her head, staring over the various amount of colors that spread along the brick wall, trying to figure out which of them compliment each other more. brent faiyaz soothes into her mind from her earbuds, the lazy pony tail she created swinging as she turns her head from the end of the wall to the beginning.

the art department had requested for her to help decorate their seasonal wall, her artistic skills one fortunate fact about her that surpassed around the campus. it made her feel confident, but that confidence immensely disheveled if that relevancy pertained to her as a person.

this was her safe haven, a place for her to crawl into her fantasies and never have to come out. the tips of her fingers were similar to a rainbow, sprouting in different splotches of paint. but she didn’t care. this made her happy.

as she raised herself on her toes and added another swirl to the burgundy brick, her fantasies poofed into thin air as she felt her earbud be snatched from her head, eyes shooting daggers as her best friend now stood in front of her as she grinned, “busy?”

“expeditiously.”

“spell it, dummy.”

“A-L-A-N-I, dummy?” she refers to her as.

“whatever, you done being mad? i got tea to spill.”

“i was never mad at you,” vice clarifies, “what’s up?”

“i got the tea on my new little project,” alani smiles, shaking the pom-pom’s in her hand, vice taking full notice of the cheer uniform she wears, figuring she’ll be going to practice soon.

“your dumbass lil’ project? yeah, not interested. can i go back to listening to brent now?” she reaches for her her earbuds, alani shaking her finger as she pulls back farther, “you’re gonna listen to me!”

vice replies, “yes, alani. i’m listening?” chuckling slightly.

“word on the street, he’s a hoe,” she starts.

vice raises her eyebrows, “a hoe ass hoe?”

“a dog ass hoe,” she clarifies, “scratching and barking, girl. been going to school here but did his classes online before coming on campus. the bitches knew him before he even stepped foot on the grass! well, not the grass, disrespectful to the ancestors. but you get my point,” she speaks.

“i'm becoming bored,” vice sarcastically smiles.

alani’s smile drops, “you’re so fucking annoying sometimes. anyways, he’s an only child, doesn’t do relationships—commitment issues, perhaps?— probably has mommy issues, too.”

“hmm, great. so every other man on this damn campus. this is the only information you gathered in less than four hours? i thought better of you,” vice shakes her head.

“since when are you so interested in him?” alani raises her eyebrow.

“you wish i actually was. i’m just saying, you’ was acting like you had piping hot tea. that was sugar water. and he seems pretty…on-paper to me,” she shrugs.

alani sighs, twirling her hair in her finger as she says, “you can at least admit . . .the bitch is bad!”

vice laughs, “he in fact is. but i don’t care.”

“oh god. get over yourself, persephome. we get it. you got your heartbroken and you haven’t been the same since, you like older men, you wanna find true love and all that. is that why you got so mad in class?” alani prods.

vice’s amusement drops. alani knows her best friend all too well, even if that meant pushing her buttons to get the truth out. vice rubs her hand over her face as she sits it under her chin, holding her arm by the other as she mutters, “alani, get the fuck away from me unless you want two broken legs before practice.”

“ooh! i hit a nerve,” she points out, “whatever. you so damn pissy! you need to do some prayer or something, have a dick shoved so far in you that it wipes away all that attitude,” she raises her middle finger, swinging her body around as she makes her way back down the hallway as she calls, “deuces! i’m heading to practice.”

vice watches as her best friend playfully sways her hips, shaking her pom-pom’s as she sings down the hall in a cheer-chant, “vice needs some dick! vice needs some dick!”

she shakes her head, unable to help but chuckle at alani’s chaos, knowing that she loved her deeply anyways.

it was now near six in the afternoon and vice’s fingers were stained with paint as she carried her supplies towards her car, stomach growling from the lack of food she’d eaten today. she forgot her grandmother had expected her company by now, also preparing to cook up a good meal. she always kept vice fed no matter how big she’d get. the thought of stuffing her mouth with curry goat and white rice nearly made her trip. removing her keys from her black telfar, she unlocks the passenger door to her all white 370z nismo to settle her supplies in. it was the love of her life after her art—customized to her preference with silver hearts carved into the rims, matching exhaust pipes and a black carbon fiber wing spoiler.

vice took advantage of her family’s inheritance and splurged on her dream vehicle before she entered college, a gift to herself. maintaining a 4.0 gpa on top of balancing her title as class president for three years straight should be honored with a present, wanting her first couple of years in college to be more lax than anything. exhausted from the long day she’s had, she buckled herself into the drivers seat and inserts the key into the ignition, hand gripping the cherry blossom stick shift before hearing the one thing she dreaded to hear right now out of all times. her car wouldn’t start, that god awful scratching with dying wind sound ruining her day further.

“fucking hell. why?” vice whines, wanting to bang her fists on the steering wheel in anger. knocking her head back, she blows a raspberry before aggressively swinging the door open, reaching underneath the wheel to pop the hood of the car.

irritatedly climbing out, she circled to the front of her current tragedy, lifting the hood and hooking open the lever to inspect the issue. she’s not exactly sure why it’s acting up right now. she just had it looked at a few weeks ago.

“damn, that’s all yours?”

a voice had spoken nearby, vice wanting to crawl into a fetal position and scream once she recognized it. barely having a full conversation with this man, yet she memorized his voice. she slumps her head before darting her eyes towards getou. she has no chance to reply as he then says, “lemme see.”

then, he’s standing next to her, tall and brooding as he leans over the engine to catch a quick glance. vice feels the way her heart raced at the close proximity. relax.

“holy fuck, you have a z06 engine! that shits like fifteen grand.”

“you’re a little too close,” vice deadpans, almost hurting her back from how hard she tried to lean away from him while still, in a dumb way, protecting her car with her hand holding it. as if he could steal it.

“relax, i’m trying to help,” getou scoffs, ignoring her burning stare. irregardless, the combination of smaller frame, soft eyes and full lips are hard to ignore.

“your battery died from running it too long,” he states.

“i knew that. i have a brother that knows about cars,” she tries to brush him off, rolling her eyes as she wants to shove him out the way.

“you gotta lot of attitude stored in that pretty face of yours, huh?”

"do you not remember what happened in the seminar earlier?"

getou thinks back, kind of forgetting. oh, yeah. that.

“do you really think it was deep enough to have this underlying hatred towards me? you don't even know me."

again, he’s bothering her further.

“oh, i do know you. all i have to do is open my ear to the girls bathroom and i'll hear everything i need to know about you."

"you shouldn't believe everything you hear,” he finalizes sternly, licking his lips before he’s motioning his hand to shoo her away. if he was actually willing to help, she’d accept it if that meant he’d get out of her face.

“do me a favor, rev the engine while i tweak this shit,” he keeps his focus downward.

“it's wrong?" she steps aside to allow him full access, doing as he says and sitting halfway inside so she could still hear him over the noise. her foot applying on and off pressure to the brake as she turns the key.

getou’s jaw clenches as he chews on his gum, lowering his head to inspect deeper. he then slightly tilts around the hood as he replies, “no. you just shouldn't believe everything you hear."

“your reputation sums up your opinion in class earlier a lot better now. you know, how you think sex overshadows love. that’s all you’re used to.”

after moments of him solely focusing on her car rather than her, he then raised an eyebrow, almost amused at the girl's probing.

“so that’s how you feel, huh? that you can confide in a person without the conceptualization of sex?”

“call me a romantic, poetic even. if you think that's lame, i don't care,” she shrugs.

“nah, it's cute. i just disagree with you,” getou inquired, trying to keep the conversation unceremonious as possible.

now vice is getting fed up, releasing the break altogether. “so what’s your fucking take then?”

“you chose love because you believe in fairy tales and happy endings. you said that sex is more of a desire than a necessity. but, how can love be established without the need for sex? sex is raw, pure . . .a bond that creates when people in love interlace, its a string that’s hard to ignore. the infatuation for that person you love ignites your soul. you can love a person for their personality, for the way that they laugh or make a funny noise when upset. that’s whatever. but you can’t fall in love with someone without fucking them. no matter what you say, sex is a staple necessity in a relationship. in my case, i’m too fucking hypersexual to be with someone who isn’t as sexual as i am. who doesn’t crave for that burn of desire. that need to feel you drag your nails down my back, my lips against your skin, your voice in my ear . . .small, broken and begging. you know how much a person loves their significant other based off of that continuous desire.”

and like the introvert he was, he simply went back to his calm yet vexed expression, awaiting for her response. in the midst of it all, getou had managed to start her car, vice unaware of what magic stunt he used to activate the battery. apparently, rubbing his palms together to create heat and electrifying her battery did the trick. still stunned by his answer, as he can tell, she swallows, watching as he wipes his dirty palms on the denim of his jeans.

“thank you,” she clears her throat, managing to be gracious of his help. the least she can do. getou nods, unhooking the latch for the hood before slamming it shut.

“i’m just confused,” getou starts up again, jaw still shifting from the now old gum lodged between his pretty teeth.

vice stares at him with curiosity, wondering what monstrosity is going to come out of his mouth now. “about?”

he bites his cheek to kill the smile wanting to breach against his face. “so sitting on my face, does that go with your little bullshit morality?”

like clockwork, vice finds herself in that same puddle of irritation she felt from the first interaction with him. frowning, she fully sits inside of her car, slamming the door shut, ignoring the sudden smirk arising on his face. her car is running without a problem, catching a look at him through the window to see him pull his pen from his front pocket to take a few puffs, the eye contact from the two of them intense. hidden with a smidge of unexpected attraction, even. vice rolls her eyes, shifting her stick and purposely swerving her vehicle around him in a swift donut, nearly hitting his ass, getou still so enamored by the girl named vice.

#𑄽𑄺 ━━ ꒰ 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 .ᐟ ꒱#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru #getou x oc #jjk series #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto #anime fanfic #vampire #getou smut #getou fanfic #vampire getou #black fantasy #getou series #getou x black reader

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suguruplsr · 2 months

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NEED THAT DICKOLOGY!

— fucking your mentor?

geto suguru x fem! virgin reader , v random + pure filthy smut , oral (f) , protected sex ! , overstimulation , folding position , bar restroom scene > car scene , face riding , fingering , hair pulling , choking + spitting n mouth , not proofread + rushed so lmk what i missed ! 🪐

⸝⸝ psychology.. the study of the mind. a beautiful study you’ve always found yourself interested in, along with the long hour videos of interrogations of criminals. so having a mentor for the job you’re aiming for as a criminal psychologist, is very helpful.

like when he takes you out to dinners with large politicians to study their behaviors. not everyone’s a good person, he reminds you.

not everyone’s a good person, when suguru’s looks fucking edible with his dress shirts and slacks, always leaving out a button undone and his beautiful hair draping around him like a water fall. when he looks like a trap you’d love to walk into.

you’d do anything to imprint the image of his stupidly handsome casual+formal look in your mind, the one you love to imagine him wearing when you’re thinking about him taking you on his office desk, so why not take him out for once?

who knew you’d get so lucky..

“we’re still in public,” suguru huffs with a smile, clearly teasing you with that glimmer in his eyes. ignorant, you continue to kiss against his lips, eager and hungry to the male pressed against your body in the shammy bar restroom. “please.” you beg, nearly whining and mewling for suguru with your drawled voice.

you lick at the lingering liquor transmitted from his lips. his hands gripping your waist. his cologne filling your nostrils. his stupid smile. why did your stupid mentor have this— even more stupid, affect on you?

“please what?” “i don’t know suguru,” you impatiently bite back, frowning at his deep seductive chuckle. the kind that pulls victims like you into his aura. into a man who’ll put you into a trance. which it does, “i just need you, please, touch me suguru..”

suguru lets out a deep sigh at your words, eyes speaking louder than his unspoken words. but you can feel his growing erection against your thigh, and you’d gladly point it out if he wasn’t looking at you like he needs you just as much as you need him.

poor girl, he thinks. one of his hands on your waist trail up. his right one, going up to your throat and giving it a comfortable squeeze. he holds you like you’re nothing, and it makes you want him even more, stomach turning with need as he tilts your head back.

soon he’s attacking your exposed neck— and you’d think he’s a vampire with a how the noises of his lips on your neck fill up the claustrophobic atmosphere. his kisses form a line directly up the middle of your neck, leaving you sensitive once they drop down to your cleavage. and suguru almost has half the mind to pull off your clothing with his teeth, choosing to suckle at the peeking skin of your breast that the sleeveless didn’t hide. “touch you hm? how much? just something like this or..” suguru’s laugh is hidden in your skin once his fingers slipped between the slit of your dress, feeling the damp spot on your panties.

the yellow blinking lights above you do no better to help your failing and swirling head. a mixture of alcohol and lust overtaking your senses— and suguru geto himself. one of his large fingers find your clit way too quick, but it’s as expected of a man who exhibits a sleek ambience of sexiness. he presses the bud through the ruined fabric, “or you want your pussy stuffed full of me. you probably haven’t been fucked good for a while— no offense there..” suguru rubs the area in tight circles, catching how your breath hitches, hands immediately latching to his button up shirt. he doesn’t care for the wrinkles, or how he can feel your nails slowly dig into the shirt, probably forming crescents into the skin underneath.

you’re just too cute.

“i’ve always admired how determined you are, such a smart girl huh? so focused on studies you don’t even have time to touch yourself. but it’s okay baby, you got me now.” you almost feel undermined, despite his words. the way he ignores your pathetic whines and whimpers with each second of his exploration around your cunt..it’s all too condescending.

“i’ll fill that cunt of yours with my fingers first, shit— you can probably only take one.” suguru’s observation is made when the pad of a finger doesn’t slip into your hole easily. your panties were forced to the side already and your cunt wet against his palm. the man kneels, sacrificing his expensive slacks to meet your darling pussy face to face. the psychologist pushes your dress up, to which you get the memo, holding the blue dress and bunching it up to your waist.

suguru holds your panties to the side again, squishing it with a single hand and his thumb kneading the skin of one of your thighs. “s’ fucking beautiful down here..” he whispers, speaking to the mess in front of him.

if only you knew how his mouth watered, drool almost coming up and his muscles fighting with each fiber of his body. he just wants to attach his mouth onto your pussy, let all of your juices and wetness fall into his mouth rather then let it uncomfortably mesh together between your thighs.

let him relieve it.

but, ever the man, suguru stays true to his words, licking his lips unconsciously and bringing a hand up to your folds. yet, unlike his usual patience and prudence, he’s quickly forcing one of his fingers into your cunt. your body jerks, “o-oh. wait! please! oh fuck..” you blabber off into a tandem, curses leaving you while his finger works its way into your virgin cunt. an abnormal feeling.

“already falling apart baby. not even moving it, c’mon, just a bit longer. we don’t want you to get dumbed out at some bar, right baby? not being in the right state of mind is dangerous..” caution is nonexistent in his tone, more-so mocking as he moves closer and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder. you know what he’s implying, his words are promises to how he’s going to break you and leave your mind a mess.

is it really sickening how you clench around his finger just from the thought? you already have him here between your legs and yet, he still keeps you on your toes with each damning word that leaves his mouth.

“let’s loosen you up a bit, or maybe you want some extra work with my tongue?” suguru tsks, unapologetically moving his finger inside you, thrusting it slowly before pulling it out completely to add another, “maybe let me spit on your sloppy pussy and treat it like a whore?” you mewl as he gives your clit a pitiful hit of his palm, then massaging it between his fingers, rolling the bud before slipping two fingers in with ease.

it’s all too much.

“i.. i don’t care, jus’ wanna cum— as long as it’s from you sugu..” you whined, looking down at him with tears filling your eyes, giving little sniffles from how his fingers nudge where you need him most, you just want to grab at him, pull at his hair as he fucks your pussy with his fingers.

suguru hisses, leaving your pussy with a kiss on your clit, “we’re getting the fuck outta here baby, not gonna fuck you here.” and as annoyed as you want to be for having to wait, you follow his words reluctantly, quickly making yourself as presentable as you possible could before he’s dragging you away.

you found yourself in multiple positions in the more comfortable sleek pink BMW— regardless of the limited space in the black interior. you continue your heated session in the stuffy backseat, ridding yourself of that bunchy dress and trying your best to get rid of his clothes before you were put in the position you’re in now.

“ride me baby, keep this pussy on my face, and don’t you dare fuckin’ hover.” suguru’s demand makes you bite your lip, crawling over on top of him and briefly resting on his now bare chest to admire him. his usual put together look was ruined by you. the best you could. perhaps the ideals he had promised to you, reflected onto him. his upper body is covered in stains of your gloss, mixed with your brown lip liner. and the cresent’s of your nails and purple hickies are only more decorative additions that stained his skin in the hours of the night.

suguru’s long hair is sprawled underneath him, undone once you had mentioned wanting to use it as leverage. and who is he to complain about your wishes?

“do you really wanna do this? you don’t have to..” your energy now is a stark contrast from before, unsettling hesitation within you as his arms wrap around your thighs, tugging you forward. a slick of your essence drags along his chest, a guttural sound escaping suguru from the warmth of it on him. “do i need to restate your words my love? i’d be happy to brag all about how you claimed to need me. especially when i can tell right now..” suguru scoffs, and you’re quickly lifted onto his face without warning, his mouth widened and is forcefully attached to your cunt.

the way he eat dines on your pussy is like a man starved. from the tight grip of his hands to the way his cock strains so uncomfortably in his pants. his tongue moves like a snake, flexing and gathering every single drop of you on it, then flicking into his mouth with a groan. suguru savored your taste each and every time, slowly rocking you onto his mouth until you were completely riding him with little cries and moans of your own, tugging his long soft strands.

your hands would fly to the handle of the back seat door, holding the black leather as you came or squirted. after so long, you never knew which it was— but you knew the man underneath you would eat it all up in mere seconds, his thirst for you never ending.

after so long, suguru had layed you back, his hands ghosting over the skin of your stomach with your legs sprawled around him. it wasn’t his ideal choice of scenery for the taking of your virginity, knowing it’s something so cherished. and of course, he’d want your first time, and your first time with him, to be more special than fucking you into the rough fabric of your back seats.

his girl is just so fucking needy.

“hah! ha— sug! um.. fuck you feel soo good!!” you nearly scream, voice breaking and your eyes rolled back.

suguru’s cock is stuffed inside your pussy, the only thing keeping him from your gummy walls was a condom around his dick. yet he hits all the right spots without hindrance, the thick member filling and molding you with each of his pounding thrusts. “yeahhh bet i do— clenchin’ around me baby, shit..” the long haired male groans, his arms are around your thighs— his favorite place obviously, not sure to keep you spread or to push your thighs up and fold you dumb.

rather, enjoy the creamy sight of your pussy around him, or fuck you how he wants to?

he chooses the latter, folding you easily and greeting you with a sloppy kiss that swallows down your moans. his thrusts are more methodical, but they have so much force, nudging your sweetest spot and leading you to cloud nine. his balls, slap against you ass loudly with each one thrust, stringed wet with your previous cum. suguru loves to feel it, the absolute mess between you.

“cum. go ahead princess, give it to me, don’t want you to hold back— not at all.” suguru encourages, pausing your wet and spit inducing make out session with a more firmer kiss on your lips. you whine, holding onto the broad escape of his shoulders, adding more scratches down to his back and clawing with each second you’re brought closer to your orgasm. “o-okay sugu.. g’nna cum..” you can barely speak, voice raspy and only getting worse with a thick hand wrapped around your neck. he really wants you gone, to let your consciousness float away and fuck you till you’re incoherent of even breathing.

at least that’s what it feels like once your eyes are rolling back, body stuttering as he fucks you through the impending feeling while a nasty glob of spit is forced down your throat which cause you to release around him suddenly. it’s too good, unable to feel anything, but feeling everything, at the same time.

youre awaken with his hot load shot out onto your stomach, tossing the soiled condom somewhere and jerking himself off to the sight of your cock-drunk state. through your blurry eyes, you see how his muscles contract and react, his head tilting back and his cock eventually giving all that’s left in little spurts. suguru’s mumbling to himself, probably things he’d say to you if he had came in your ex-virgin pussy.

“baby.. fuck.. you with me or dumbed out? seems i kept my promise, hm?” not trusting your voice, you nod obediently, closing your eyes in content as he sighs. “shit, lets get you cleaned up, then i’ll drive.” suguru grimaces, pulling you up to sit back, smiling from your whine of dissatisfaction. “m’tired sugu”

“me too sweetheart, me too,” suguru hushes, leaning into a soft kiss that only makes you want to fall asleep, sighing against his lips, “ you did so good princess, let me take care of you..”

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