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does anyone know why jjk seems to have this whole ocean theme going on?? i’m on my second watch and i still can’t seem to figure it out :/

(no, i don’t read the manga)

Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader

[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]

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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.

But none of that matters to you.

The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.

Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”

You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.

The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.

Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”

You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”

The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.

He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.

“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”

You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”

Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.

Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.

As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.

“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.

But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.

He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.

By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.

“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.

“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”

Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”

As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.

“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”

You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”

His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.

“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”

He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”

You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.

Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”

As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.

Cursed with Colds and Care! - S. GE x S. Go x E. S x Reader

[ In which you are sick with a cold and your lovers comfort you, but also get sick!! ]

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It was a rare occurrence for you to be out of commission, but today, you were undeniably defeated by a nasty cold. Normally, you could handle the daily demands of being a sorcerer—cursed spirits, missions, and endless training—but a common cold? Apparently, it had no mercy. You were wrapped up in layers of blankets in your dorm room at Jujutsu High, surrounded by tissues, your head pounding and body aching.

The grogginess of your illness kept you in a fog, barely conscious, until you heard the loud bang of your door swinging open.

"Alright! The cavalry is here!" came the too-loud voice of none other than Satoru Gojo, striding into the room like he owned the place. His signature sunglasses were perched on his nose, his hair even messier than usual, and in his hand was a giant shopping bag full of… something.

Trailing right behind him, with considerably more grace and an eye-roll to match, was Suguru Geto. He looked less than amused but still carried a faint smile on his lips as he observed the scene unfolding. “You’ve been in here, what—two days? Leave it to Satoru to come in like you’re on your deathbed,” Geto quipped, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

And, finally, in came Shoko Ieiri, hands stuffed in her white coat’s pockets. She looked as apathetic as always, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re not dying, you know,” she said casually, but you could tell she was actually concerned, in her own low-key way. “But you do look awful. You might want to stop letting Satoru make all the decisions while you’re out of commission.”

Gojo, feigning offense, huffed dramatically. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a great nurse!” He plopped down on the edge of your bed, leaning over to scrutinize you closely with his exaggerated expressions. “Poor, poor Reader! Stricken down by a simple cold. But don’t worry, I, Satoru Gojo, will bring you back from the brink!”

You groaned weakly, rolling over to face him, your voice raspy from a sore throat. “Satoru, I think I’ll be fine with just some sleep.”

“No, no, no!” Gojo declared, dramatically waving his hands in the air. “I’ve got just the thing!” He reached into his oversized bag, pulling out the most absurd assortment of items—a fancy-looking humidifier shaped like a panda, an expensive plush blanket, and a box of imported chocolates that probably cost as much as a small car.

Geto raised a brow, amusement clear on his face. “The chocolates, really? For a cold?”

“Of course!” Gojo grinned, completely serious. “It’s scientifically proven that chocolate makes people feel better. And the humidifier will help them breathe. Plus, the blanket’s just a bonus, ‘cause I’m a thoughtful guy.”

Shoko sighed, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and twirling it between her fingers (though she wisely chose not to light it indoors). “He’s hopeless,” she said, though there was a faint smile on her lips. She stepped closer to your bedside, nudging Gojo aside to take your temperature with the back of her hand. “You’re running a bit of a fever. But nothing dangerous. Just need to rest up.”

“I told you,” you muttered, sinking deeper into your cocoon of blankets. “I just need rest. You guys didn’t have to come by…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Geto cut in, moving to sit on the other side of your bed. His voice was soft, but there was a firmness to it. “Of course we’re going to check on you. You’d do the same for any of us.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Even when you were exhausted and feverish, you knew your friends meant well, even if Gojo had the subtlety of a sledgehammer. “Thanks,” you murmured, glancing between the three of them. “I just didn’t expect the grand parade.”

“Well, you know Satoru,” Geto said with a smirk. “Everything’s a spectacle with him.”

Gojo beamed proudly, unbothered by the teasing. “You’re welcome! Now, time for the healing powers of chocolate!” He unwrapped the box with the flourish of a magician, holding it out to you as if presenting the world’s greatest treasure.

Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think they need fluids more than overpriced candy.”

“I brought that too!” Gojo proclaimed, reaching into his bag and pulling out several energy drinks, each more neon-colored and suspicious-looking than the last. “These’ll perk you right up.”

You made a face. “Satoru… I don’t think energy drinks are the solution here.”

“They definitely are not,” Geto agreed, shaking his head. He took the box of chocolates from Gojo’s hands, much to the taller sorcerer’s dismay, and set them aside. “You need tea. Something warm. I’ll make you some.”

You blinked, touched by his offer. “Suguru, you don’t have to—”

“I’m already up,” he said with a shrug, standing and heading towards the small kitchenette. “Besides, if we leave it to Satoru, you’ll end up with some kind of strange elixir.”

“I’m deeply offended,” Gojo declared, clutching his heart dramatically as he lay back on the bed next to you. “You don’t trust my healing powers at all, Reader?”

You gave him a weak smile, your body too tired to properly banter with him. “I’m sure your… unconventional methods work for someone. But I’ll take the tea.”

Shoko, who had been leaning against the wall with a smirk, moved to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of fever-reducing medicine she’d brought with her. “Take these,” she instructed, holding them out for you. “They’ll help bring the fever down. Suguru’s tea will take care of the rest.”

You obediently swallowed the medicine with a sip of water, feeling slightly less foggy as it began to take effect. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“No problem,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Gojo wasn’t sprawled out. “Just don’t let Satoru talk you into any of his weird recovery plans.”

Gojo gasped dramatically, sitting up. “I’ll have you know my plans are perfect. Look at Reader—they’re practically glowing already!”

You let out a weak laugh. “That’s just the fever.”

Geto returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it down gently on the bedside table before sitting back down. “Here. It’s just plain tea with honey—nothing too fancy. Should help your throat.”

You reached for the cup, your hands trembling slightly, but Geto steadied it for you, holding it while you took a careful sip. The warmth was soothing, and you sighed in relief. “This is perfect. Thank you, Suguru.”

He smiled softly, still holding the cup for you as you took another sip. “Take it easy. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

Gojo watched the scene unfold, then pouted. “Hey, where’s my credit? I brought the fancy blanket!”

Shoko smirked, leaning back on her hands. “You want a medal for that, Satoru?”

“Maybe!” Gojo grinned, shifting closer to you. “But I won’t ask for one. I’m too humble.”

You snorted, feeling a little more alive with the tea warming you from the inside. “Humble? That’s a new one.”

The teasing continued, the familiar banter between the three of them making you feel a little more like yourself. Even through the haze of your cold, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have them there. They might’ve been a chaotic trio, but they were your chaotic trio.

As the conversation continued, your eyelids began to grow heavier, the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your friends lulling you into a sense of calm. Suguru noticed, gently setting the tea aside and helping you lean back into your pillows.

“You should sleep,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “We’ll stick around.”

You nodded, too tired to argue, though you felt a small twinge of embarrassment at the idea of falling asleep while they were all there. “You don’t have to stay…”

“Of course we do,” Shoko said, stretching her legs out and making herself comfortable. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure Satoru doesn’t try anything weird while you’re asleep.”

Gojo gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I’m a professional! I would never do anything weird.”

You laughed softly, your head sinking deeper into the pillow. “Sure, Satoru. Whatever you say.”

As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt the weight of Geto’s hand gently resting on top of yours, a quiet reassurance that they’d be there when you woke up. And in the background, Gojo’s voice was still going, something about being the best nurse in the world, while Shoko shot back sarcastic remarks.

Even through your feverish haze, you felt a warmth that had nothing to do with being sick. They might drive you crazy sometimes, but with friends like these, you knew you’d never have to face anything alone.

With that comforting thought, you finally drifted off to sleep, the sounds of their bickering lulling you into a much-needed rest.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how much better you felt. Your head wasn’t pounding, your throat wasn’t nearly as scratchy, and the fever that had left you weak and shivering had finally broken. Stretching beneath the cozy blanket Gojo had brought, you felt the lingering warmth of sleep leave your body, replaced with a refreshing clarity.

You sat up slowly, blinking as you adjusted to the morning light streaming through your dorm window. The room was quiet—eerily so, considering the chaos from last night.

And then you noticed why.

Scattered around your room were your three so-called “nurses,” each one looking far worse for wear than you had last night.

Gojo was slumped over in a chair, his long legs hanging awkwardly off the edge, sunglasses askew on his face, snoring loudly. There was a discarded tissue box at his feet, tissues spilling out onto the floor like a sad, crumpled mountain. His cheeks were flushed, not from his usual smug confidence, but from what was clearly a fever. Every so often, he’d let out a pitiful little cough between snores, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Geto, on the other hand, had claimed the couch near your window. He was bundled up in a pile of blankets, arms crossed over his chest, his usual calm and composed expression now marred by fatigue. His eyes were closed, but every so often he would let out a weak groan, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to find a better position. The usual stoic Suguru was clearly losing a battle to the very cold that had plagued you.

Shoko, who usually prided herself on being the practical one, was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting on her arm, looking the most unbothered by the situation. Despite her laid-back demeanor, there was no denying the slight paleness to her skin and the congestion in her breathing. She looked like she’d just resigned herself to her fate.

You blinked, piecing together the scene in front of you. ‘They all caught it? ‘

“Oh no,” you murmured under your breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement bubble up inside you. These three, who had spent the night tending to you—Gojo’s chaotic energy, Geto’s calm attentiveness, and Shoko’s dry practicality—were now all victims of the very illness they’d been trying to help you with.

Gojo let out a particularly loud snore, jolting himself awake with a startled, “Wha—?!” He blinked rapidly, then groaned, rubbing his eyes beneath his tilted sunglasses. “Ugh… why does my head feel like it’s been cursed?” His voice was hoarse and nasal, making him sound almost pathetic.

You bit back a laugh, watching as he slowly registered the situation. “Morning, Satoru,” you said, voice filled with quiet amusement. “Feeling okay?”

He turned his head to you, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He squinted at you as if trying to determine whether this was reality or some fever-induced dream. “Wait... you’re up? And you look fine?!” His voice cracked, and he dissolved into a fit of coughing.

“Seems like you guys caught what I had,” you said, now unable to stop yourself from grinning.

Gojo groaned dramatically, flopping back in the chair and throwing his arm over his eyes. “This is so unfair. I came here to save you, not to be infected!”

Across the room, Geto stirred from his blanket cocoon, one eye opening to observe the scene. He looked at you, blinking slowly. “You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice heavy with congestion. “And we’re sick.”

You winced, sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to catch it.”

He waved a dismissive hand but immediately regretted the motion as he coughed into his blanket. “It’s fine. Just bad timing.”

Shoko rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as if she’d lost the will to move. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Satoru get so close. He’s a walking germ magnet.”

Gojo perked up at that, looking far more indignant than his sickly state should have allowed. “Me? You were the one breathing right next to them last night! You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you have taken more precautions?”

Shoko turned her head lazily to look at him, her gaze unbothered. “And you’re the one who thought energy drinks and chocolates would cure a cold. You’re lucky we didn’t all die from a sugar overdose.”

Geto sighed, pulling his blanket up over his head as if to block out their bickering. “Both of you, shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though you quickly tried to cover it with a cough. “I feel really bad,” you said, sliding out of bed. “You guys did so much for me, and now you’re all suffering.”

“Trust me, we’ve dealt with worse,” Shoko said, her voice nasal and thick with congestion. “Just pass me those tissues, and I’ll survive.”

You grabbed the tissues and handed them to her, and then turned to Gojo, who had begun dramatically fanning himself as if his fever were an inferno. “I’ll get you some water, Satoru. Calm down.”

He pouted at you but didn’t protest, which was a clear sign of how miserable he actually felt.

As you moved around the room, gathering supplies—tissues for Shoko, water for Gojo, and more blankets for Geto—you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Last night, they had been the ones taking care of you, and now the roles were reversed.

When you handed Geto a fresh blanket, he peered out from his cocoon just long enough to offer you a faint smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice tired but genuine.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied, tucking the blanket around him.

“Hey,” Gojo called weakly from his chair. “Where’s my fancy nurse service? I expect top-tier care now that I’m on death’s door.”

You shot him a look, but there was no malice behind it. “You’ll get your fancy nurse service, don’t worry.”

“I’d like some tea,” Shoko mumbled from her spot on the floor, waving a hand in the air. “Suguru’s tea. None of Satoru’s concoctions.”

“Noted,” you said, making a mental list of what they each needed.

And so, for the rest of the morning, you found yourself playing nurse, bringing them tea, cold compresses, and whatever else they requested between weak protests and half-hearted bickering. Even though they complained, you could tell they appreciated it, the same way you’d appreciated them being there for you when you were down.

It wasn’t long before they all fell back into a restless sleep, their fevers making them groggy and irritable. You watched them with a fond smile, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of your cold. Despite the chaos, these were your friends—the ones who would show up, sickness and all, just to make sure you weren’t alone. Even if it meant catching your cold in the process.

As you sat down in the chair beside them, finally able to rest, you couldn’t help but think that even though the roles had reversed, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were all in this together, through curses, chaos, and colds alike.

Manifesting for him to squirt

I'm sat 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

If he ever looked at me like that I'd never recover, I'd never even glance at another person again 🙇‍♀️🤰

“You obey me now.”

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫

➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully

The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else. 

The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes. 

Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight. 

You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress. 

Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly? 

“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning. 

A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.

The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile. 

You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself. 

You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room. 

“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look. 

“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?” 

You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled. 

When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver.  But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”

“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk. 

And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings. 

“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it. 

“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.

“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.

Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.

The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar. 

His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you. 

All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him. 

And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?

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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫

➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully

The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else. 

The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes. 

Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight. 

You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress. 

Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly? 

“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning. 

A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.

The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile. 

You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself. 

You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room. 

“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look. 

“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?” 

You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled. 

When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver.  But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”

“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk. 

And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings. 

“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it. 

“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.

“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.

Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.

The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar. 

His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you. 

All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him. 

And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫

➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully

The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else. 

The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes. 

Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight. 

You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress. 

Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly? 

“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning. 

A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.

The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile. 

You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself. 

You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room. 

“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look. 

“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?” 

You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled. 

When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver.  But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”

“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk. 

And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings. 

“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it. 

“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.

“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.

Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.

The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar. 

His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you. 

All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him. 

And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?

"are you the strongest because you're satoru gojo? or are you satoru gojo because you're the strongest?"

◟♡ ˒ UNDER THE BURNING SUN . . FEELINGS BECOME VISIBLE — getō suguru, tres.

word count. 3.8K

tags. fem bodied reader, she/her pronouns, mutual pinning, geto centric, suggestive, fluff and angst, friends to lovers, awkward sexual situations, awkward tension.

notes. tbh this is a mountain of emotions that I tried to tame so if at some point nothing makes sense, it's okay, you're right, because it doesn't. Writing this kind of genre is still new to me, maybe that's why you notice that… nvm. All I know is that this is totally self indulgent; so if you enjoyed it that's cool.

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Two.

Three...

Geto swallows a raspy ball that forms in his throat at the same time as the fourth drop of water slips between the valley of your breasts.

He's tryiing not to look but it's hard when you're so close to him that if he stirs a little more on the couch his knee will touch yours, and all he can do to distract himself from the overwhelming situation is count the drops that the ice you're sucking drops on your skin.

Your delicate lips curl around the cube and you suck until the wet noises your mouth produces almost eclipse the show on the television that you are both paying zero attention to.

Geto arranges the cushion over his crotch and tries to spread his knees further apart without actually touching you. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the fifth and sixth drop go through the top of your swimsuit to get lost in your chest again. 

"I'm going in the pool, are you coming?"

It takes him a moment to realize you are talking to him and that the noise is not coming from the television. He detaches his attention from the screen to fixate on you, his eyes instantly falling on your hard nipples and rising like lightning to your face.

"Nah, you go first. I'll catch up with you now." He pats his back because his voice sounds unshaky.

"'kay." You shrug and drop the glass of ice on the little table in front of you. "You should chew a little, Su," you say with a chuckle, referring to the ice, "the heat's got you all red." You turn your back on him and hop over to the pool where Gojo and Shoko are.

He stands with his mouth half-open in the middle of producing some response to justify his apparent blush. He puts both hands to his cheeks and realizing that he is indeed burning up, he curses loudly, puts the cushion aside and looks at the bulge that is squeezing his pink shorts.

Shit.

He glances guiltily at the image he has of his friends screaming and splashing water behind the glass window, then at the reality show on the TV to finally end up at his crotch again.

Fuck.

Geto trots up the stairs, running away from your laughter and his best friend asking for him and finishes his marathon locked in the guest bathroom which for his good fortune is at the other end of the house, far away from the pool. His fingers squeeze the cold material of the sink and he stares at his reflection for what seems like an eternity, the mirror is stained with the boho of his ragged breathing and now there are a couple of extra strands accompanying his bangs that darken his gaze.

You can't be doing this to me, come on, he talks to himself as if his physical reaction and his brain are two different people and it's funny, it's almost as if he hears Gojo's mocking laughter in his ear from all the show he's putting on.

He's aware of the crush he's had on you since you shared the entire course of Jujutsu High, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you for a moment. And finally when you stopped talking for exactly three years —because you had to go on missions abroad— he realized that this platonic love he felt for you had faded and that he had finally moved on— until now. Great. It was day two of your four-day vacation at the Gojo family house, the one on the outskirts of town, Satoru had borrowed it for the summer vacation —by borrowed he meant totally forcing the lock— and he hasn't even been able to get in the pool because every time he sees you in your bathing suit he loses his mind and his words turn into a bunch of nonsense noises.

You look so much prettier than the last time he saw you, he swears you've done something to your hair, how is it possible that it's so much brighter than before? The warmth of your embrace feels just like flares on his chest, your smell of fresh shampoo mixed with the grapes of what he thinks is your shower gel collapsed the whole 'I'm finally over her' speech he built up for months.

He had to control himself not to say something out of place at the line of your neck in that warm hug on the first day you saw each other.

And then down there, when you were licking that ice cube all he could think about was—

Knock knock.

"Coming!"

"Are you okay?" It couldn't be you again... you were probably wet, whispers a little red devil to his right. "We're a little worried about you."

"Hm..." His complicit reflection looks back at him. "Yeah. I'm coming, I think it was the food."

"Do you want me to come in?"

"No!" Stop being so cute. "I'm going to sit down for a while and if I'm still dizzy I'll tell you, okay?"

He didn't mean to sound rude. And you didn't expect your stomach to start turning. You take a step back taking your hand considerably away from the doorknob to contemplate the fact that a person you used to think was your friend probably dislikes you now, what other reason would there be for him to act so strange when you're alone together?

Silence grows in the hallway. You looking for something to say that's appropriate without your voice quivering— and Geto even comes to believe you left but it's not until a couple of seconds later that he hears your bare feet echoing in the hallway that he confirms it.

Outside, the brave sun kisses your forehead again and promptly removes the slight coolness that being inside the house gave you.

"Everything okay?" That was Gojo who finishes taking a long swig of apple juice, shaking his legs inside the pool.

You mumble. "He says he's dizzy... —you furrow your brow— he says it was the food."

"The noodles?"

I want to blame the noodles too, Shoko.

"We're going out for more ice and drinks, are you guys going to be okay or do you want to come with us?"

You don't want to be left alone with someone who despises you but the discomfort is starting to move from your stomach to your esophagus and you're not sure if you'll be able to withstand the agitations of the road without throwing up, so the option of locking yourself in your room until the pair return is the best option.

"We'll be fine," you reply to Gojo, hiding from the bright rays with a hand to your forehead.

"Alright, Shoko! Let's go."

Gojo is the one who starts the walk away from the pool area and the girl hurries to follow his footsteps not without first making sure that you really are going to be all right on your own. The line of your neck perfectly molds her face before Shoko ends the hug and adjusts Gojo's sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.

She's walking by your side, your body being toasted by the sun's rays as you lose all mobility.

"Hey, Suguru! Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling better."

"Why don't you lie down for a while?"

You're contemplating your toenails as you inadvertently spy on the conversation going on behind your back and in a mini panic attack you end up diving into the pool, swimming what little you can escape the pair without daring to look behind to confirm what decision Suguru has made— however, the sudden dip that creates a gap between your thoughts makes you realize you're not alone so you turn around and see him floating towards you.

"You good?" You smile at him oddly.

"Sorry if I was acting weird."

"You don't have to..."

"I think it was the noodles."

Sure.

"Shouldn't you lie down for a while?"

"It's hell in there." You chuckle under your breath, he's right. You have to blame Gojo’s family for not taking care of fixing the air conditioner before you went to break into the tranquility of their home.

"I'll go chew ice." You're quick to prevent an awkward situation and look for an excuse before a heavy silence is created. "I'll be right back."

Geto watches you silently move away from him and swim to the edge of the pool. He tries not to turn to look at you out of the corner of his eye, to stare at you for just a few seconds more, he really tries but he’s thankful he turned in time to catch your fingers catching on the elastic of your swimsuit and pulling it out from between your cheeks.

Your bare feet touch the pleasant wood, and the floor creaks under your footsteps as you make your way toward the kitchen. The back of your hand wipes away the couple of wet droplets that make your forehead glisten and when you reach for the fridge and grab the last three ice cubes that sing as you pour them into a glass tumbler, you purr victoriously.

You pop one in your mouth and immediately the sensation cools you down a bit, your feet dangle amusedly on the countertop and you think you couldn't be more in your comfort zone when the footsteps of a wild horse coming from the direction of the pool remind you that he is here too.

You don't have time to flee to your room, to get off the counter and stick your head in a plastic bag because you're stunned the moment you see him naked— not naked, just in the same pink shorts as before. Without the tank top he's been wearing all day you can admire his muscular torso, defined pecs and strong arms that if he had his way he could carry you from there to wherever you asked him to go, soaking more than the floor with his hair tied up in a dripping mess and his face full of the chlorine droplets.

"I think I'm thirsty too." Geto paused in the frame the exact time you needed to check every detail your curious eyes could catch.

Only after the ice slid down his throat did you pluck up the courage to stop stalking him with your eyes.

"Hmph." It's literally the only thing you can add.

Majestically he moves across the kitchen past your makeshift seat and straight to the fridge where he crouches down a bit to confirm that his eyesight doesn't deceive him.

"No more beer?"

"Nope. Satoru and Shoko went for more but we don't have any water either."

"No ice either," he comments the obvious by tapping the empty mold in his open palm.  

"Hm no." And it would seem that was intentional the crunch your teeth cause as you chew.

"And we're alone..."

You don't want to answer that, though you don't know if he's asking or stating— anyway, you'd rather shut up and pause to stare at his back dotted with the occasional mole. Or are they freckles?

Geto turns around. He drops his weight on his elbows and you don't understand why he's looking at you like that.

He meanwhile, can only think about the fact of how foolish he has been wasting these days where he could have been taming his nerves and be talking to you like before.

"You've changed."

You chew. "Yeah, I guess. You did too," you reply nibbling on your words. He had, even now he looked much bigger than before, more... adult. More mature.

"Yeah, I grew my hair long now." He brings a hand to his head and tousles his bun a little, you struggle not to follow the line his veins create on the back of his hand.

"I can see that."

You chew again and he folds his arms.

"Why do you do that all the time?" His attention to your lips and the dripping cube between your fingers gives you an idea of what he's referring to.

"It helps me control the heat more than if I just drank a lot of water all at once and the beer makes me want to pee a lot."

He laughs at your honesty and his shoulders shake a little bit, you smile because he seems so much more relaxed than he did this morning. Was he really just sick?

"Can I try?"

"I don't think so, this is the last one," you tell him wrinkling your nose, waving your prize victoriously in front of his eyes.

"We can share it."

Why... did he just take two steps forward? Now all that separates you is a single step so that his body is in the middle of your legs and you pray he doesn't notice how tense you've become.

"I don't like... I don't like sharing my stuff."

"It can be ours."

Geto takes another step forward and his big hands rest on top of the cold countertop. His hips push against your thighs demanding more space to which you end up giving in for some reason. He's hot, you mean— he feels really hot, what the fuck was that attitude, what the fuck was that... look again. Big eyes that seem to examine you and look through your swimsuit start at your eyes, go down your cold lips and get lost somewhere on your abdomen and you've never felt so naked in front of someone before— you can see his tongue push his cheek before going up to your face for the second time: his expression says nothing but there's something different in his eyes.

"I thought you hated me." The heat melted your brain because there's no way you could have said that out loud.

"I never said that." His fingers climb up the skin your bathing suit can't hide. Long fingers cradle your thighs and the warm touch of his body boils over yours.

You open your mouth and slam it shut again. The pair of thumbs carve your smooth skin back and forth and the ice, which you narrowly forget about, begins to leak, dripping down your lap until it reaches the grip he has on your legs and the change in temperature has you choking with a moan.

"Are you okay with this?"

The whole scene is overwhelming. You're not even aware if you're breathing properly.  

"I said..."

"Yes."

Geto smiles without showing his teeth, but it is a grimace that keeps satisfaction behind it. His eyelids fall halfway down, imitating a feline.

He stops touching you to grab your hand gently and take your fingers, the ones that almost drop the piece of ice, into the mouth, his mouth. You don't feel his tongue but it steals all your attention to see how it curls around the semi-melted ice.

"Are you sure you can't share?"

"I'm sure." You are proud of yourself that you have managed to form a coherent sentence. "It's what you deserve for avoiding me these days."

"I wasn't." He replies defensively.

"No?"

"No." You don't know why you're letting him lick again from the ice cube when you should have already moved it away from his face.

"Is it because of your... girlfriend?"

"Huh?" One of his eyebrows arches and he gently moves your fingers away from his lips so he can focus on you better and bad mistake because... the funny curve his mouth creates is very distracting. "Girlfriend?"

"Yeah... Ieiri said you were seeing someone, that you keep talking about her."

Geto does that again where his tongue pushes his cheek. "I can assure you I'm not seeing anyone."

"Oh." Your eyebrows rise in unison. Another drop lands on your thighs and makes you realize how hot that kitchen feels. You blame Gojo’s family once again.

"You?"

"Me?"

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You bring the ice to your mouth to suck and gain a couple of seconds. "Nope."

Geto's confidence nearly collapses as soon as he catches a flash of your tongue around the dripping ice. His limbs twitch because there's something primal behind the back of his neck asking him to do something he'll probably regret. You feel his thumbs dig into your flesh with some force and you're not sure what he means by the way his eyes stare at you.

"Do you want to go to the pool again or have you been burned enough?" he taunts you after a long while of dueling heavy stares.

"I'll see you there, Suguru,” you say with a half-smile. Wordlessly, you offer him the ice cube, which by this time has your wrist soaking wet; he takes it between his lips almost instantly, brushing your fingertips softly before hiding the entire cube in his mouth.

With full cheeks, he utters a low, "Thank you." And he takes a short step back to let you off the counter.

You question where you're going to get the strength to get out of the kitchen without your legs failing in the attempt.

Miraculously, you make it. Getting off the counter, getting into the pool and talking to Geto without your voice trembling the whole time your friends were away. He offered to put some good sunblock on your back, you put it on his (pretty) face, and he teased you because you'd been so careless: the elastic of your swimsuit was already toasting your skin, any more and you'd probably end up with serious burns.

"Oh! The sunblock hero, you saved me." You thank him dramatically with one hand on your chest, another on your forehead. He laughs making the bags under his eyes even more noticeable.

After that, a tanned Geto escorted you to the living room/kitchen where you both watched (you watched, he drooled on your shoulder) a car repairman show that for some reason you found interesting.

By the time Geto awoke he was alone with his body curled up on the couch, a trickle of drool running down the corner of his mouth and his long legs tingling painfully as he pulled them off the small couch. The sun had already set, the gloom in the room was broken only by the dim light of the bulb. Cicadas were singing in the distance and the heat seemed much more unbearable than hours before. If you paid attention you could even see steam emanating from the wood.

His footsteps guide him to where he hears laughter and the muffled sound of a heated conversation taking place on the second floor.

"Hey." He greets quietly from the doorway, rubbing his eyelids with his fingers.

The circle created on the floor by his best friends and you, lights up with a few higher tones in the timbre of voice, inviting him to play cards with you.

"We are betting pieces of clothing, the loser will be left naked," Satoru says with the same tone of a child.

"No we are not!" Shoko taps his shoulder not so gently. Geto's eyes go to you for a moment longer than an instant, you're curiously calmer than you normally are but you still smile at the scene.

"What time is it? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"You looked very adorable sleeping, sorry... we have your favorite in the fridge." Geto grimaces at your comment.

"I'll go smoke for a while first, then I'll join you. You're going to lose, Satoru and you'll have to show everyone your ass then!" he shouts getting lost down the hallway, earning a reproach from Gojo that he can't quite identify.

In a slow trudge he walks to the shared bedroom, takes a pack of cigarettes from the ragged jeans at the edge of his bed and grabs the lighter resting on the bedside table, then trots up the stairs, past the attic and the pool table to end up lying on top of the ceiling. With his legs in a V-shape and one hand on his stomach.

The first drag expands his lungs and numbs his tongue with the taste of nicotine. A couple more and he feels the stress slide out of his body, muscles ceasing to tense as he contemplates the emptiness of space in the sky: totally dark with hundreds of stars shining only for him.

"Hey."

"Shit, you scared me," he says almost as a whisper (but his body says otherwise, as serene as ever).

You climb carefully across the roof, until you reach him and lie down next to him. Out of courtesy he offers you the cigarette wordlessly, but you politely decline even though the doubt as to whether you should accept it crosses you like a flash.

You clear your throat. "The guys sent me to check on you."

Geto snorts, inhales from the cigarette and then chuckles letting the smoke escape. "Of course they did."

"They care about you."

"I know they do." Only at that moment he turns his neck so he can look at you, you were already watching him.

"I didn't know you smoked."

He shrugs, the smoke from the cigarette dancing in the darkness. "It helps me get the bad taste of curses out of my mouth." There is no expression on his face, just raw sincerity. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable there in the kitchen..." he said suddenly.

"No!" You interrupt him, your nervous hands at chest level seconding your words.

"I don't know what came over me, I was just playing and just know that I really appreciate you."

"And I appreciate you too!"

"You're a good friend and I wouldn't want to ruin that." Maybe saying that hurt him more than it hurt you to hear it.

You bite your lip and shake your head. "You're also a very good friend and I missed you a lot... I mean, I missed all of you."

The smile he gives you sinks your chest a little. "I missed you too." You smile back at him and are forced to turn your eyes toward the starry sky. Your fingers tangle around the edge of your shirt, you swallow saliva to moisten your throat and work up the courage to look at him again.

"..." He was already looking back at you and not only that. "Suguru." Your voice comes sweetly to his ears.

He had his hand over yours, his large palm covered yours almost completely, it felt warm, heavy and brought you a certain comfort that sheltered your heart like a campfire on a freezing night. He didn't speak for quite a while, but you notice his shoulders tense.

Then you reciprocate by trapping his fingers between yours, squeezing and releasing the tension that built in your body against his rough palm.

He takes another deep drag and the flaps of his nose dilate expelling the grayish smoke from his body.

"I'm glad you're back."

•|THINGS JJK MEN DO DURING SEX|•

[•~featuring: Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Sukuna~•]

[•~a/n: pt2?? and not proofread ~•]

|| SATORU GOJO || •whimpering•

you were on top of satoru, your plush thighs resting next to his legs as you milked him for everything he was worth. you had been abusing his poor cock for the past hour. slamming yourself up and down up and down rhythmically. you and satoru both lost count on how many times you two have came. all that was going to though satoru's mind right now was the right wetness coating his cock. hoarse whimpers leaving his lips, covering up your own sounds.

satorus whimpers were loud and hoarse. slightly whiney too. always echoing throughout the room. it was probably your favorite part about riding him. hearing all the sweet sounds leave his throat as you continuously crash on him. and satoru wasn't ashamed of it either. he wanted you to know how good you always made him feel.

|| SUGURU GETO || •holding your hips down•

suguru's tongue had you so dumb. it was like it was made just to eat you out. the way it lapped at your clit as he fingered your hole. the pleasure was heavenly. he would suck on your click every now and then, with a loud pop!. his tongue just rubbed on your clit in all the right places as his fingers curved, hitting your g-spot perfectly. making you feel waves of pleasure soon building up as you felt your own release approaching.

you felt your hips squirm and shake, as you felt pleasure building up. suguru looks up at you through your legs. he then brings his rough yet comforting hands on. your hips and hold them in place. holding you back from squirming around. still lapping at your pretty cunt. you feel the waves of pleasure cover your body , stars soon taking over your vision. it made your thighs shake and tremble, suguru only responded with restricting your hips even more. the rough grip he had on you was sure to leave a mark.

|| TOJI FUSHIGURO || •hair pulling•

toji had you on all fours, hands gripping on the sheets for dear life as he pounded into you with full force. your cries only fueled him ever more, occasionally slapping your plump ass to encourage you to be louder. yet you would get so cock drunk. completely ignoring all his requests no actually commands. his only thought was to pull your hair, and make you listen.

he yanks on your hair harshly, your head turning back to look the the black haired man in his cold eyes. oh he was so harsh with you. the ball of hair he had in his fist was definitely bound to leave intense knots. he would pull you up against his chest just by grabbing your hair, the stings of pain only making your cunt wetter. whispering dirty lewd commands in your ears. he loved watching how lost you would get, as he railed you savagely.

|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || •holding your hand•

sukuna had you pinned on the bed, your back getting shoved in the mattress as he folded your legs to your chest. his cocks ramming in and out of your pussy, so aggressively. although the pleasure was great, it was overwhelming. feeling both of his cocks ram into you so quickly. your hands began to start inching closer to his waist, attempting to get sukuna to slow down.

sukuna simply chuckles coldy and grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head in one swift motion. his large hand being able to hold both of yours. this always made sukuna even more tempted to fuck you so dumb and helpless. seeing how pathetic you were, not even being able to escape his grasp, the size difference between you two, it all just made him hornier by the second.

divider creds: @rookthornesartistry

☆ JJK MEN GUILTY PLEASURES ☆

[•~featuring: Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, Choso~•]

[•~a/n: ideas? and not proofread :)~•]

|| SATORU GOJO || ☆ hidden album ☆

satoru never hid anything from you. he was very open and wouldn't hesitate if you ever asked him if you could look through his phone. nothing was on there anyway. but there was one specific album he kept hidden from you. he wasn't ever going to show it you it, he was taking it to the grave. just imagine your reaction to an album full of lewd erotic pictures of just you...

stomach resting on top of a couple of pillows to keep you steady, your head being pushed down into the mattress as satoru rails you from the back. the firm grip he has on your hip roughens as he nears his release. while you babble about how good it felt and how close you were. satoru's thrust rapidly change from rhythmic to sloppy. "where ya want it?" he grunts, the edge of his orgasm growing closer and closer.

"b-back!" you mewl, the pitch of your voice trailing higher as you reach your own orgasm. the darkness covering your eyes as you fall into a deep state of pure bliss. satoru chuckles hoarsely, and mumbles something along the lines of "anything for my dirty girl-" he pulls out of you, your cum and lubricating his cock as he begins to jerk himself off, aiming for your back. as he does he swiftly grabs his phone from beside him. the sound of his fists hitting his abs rings in your ears as he feels his orgasm take over.

long pearly white strings of cum coat your back. satoru's breathing goes heavy, as he quickly snaps a photo of the dirty sight before. seeing you completely ruined but his own cum was so attractive to him. after, he helps clean you up, completely leaving you oblivious of his dirty little photo, which he will be jerking off too when you leave.

|| SUGURU GETO || ☆ seeing ur tears ☆

usually suguru would hate to see you cry. the sight of seeing you so distressed made his heart ache. he couldn't bear to see your tear stained face, glossy glass eyes, and tears still running down your face. it was cruel. unless it was because of him. suguru hates to admit it. he loves it whenever he sees you tearing up because his cock was hitting the back of your throat so harshly.

"mm- slow down!" you exclaim, suguru pounding your mouth harshly. "nah take it" he grunts coldly. gaze on you darkens as the grip his has on your hair increases, sure to keep intense tangles. the way the tip of his cock would hit the back of your throat, making you gag loudly every time, it was sure to leave your voice raspy the next morning.

the sensations of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and the gagging, alongside with the rough harsh grip he has on your hair. it was so overwhelming and harsh. and you loved it. but it also made your eyes fill up with tears. your glossy shiny eyes looking up at suguru so innocently as he abused your mouth. ohh it turned him one so muchh

suguru smirks cockily, "aw... are ya cryin sweetie?" he coos, mocking you with an overly caring yet sarcastic tone. you roll your eyes which only fueled suguru ego and encouraged him to increase his thrusts. "pathetic crybaby." he groans a finger sliding under your eye wiping away the tears that were streaming down your face. "oh ill be makin sure those eyes roll, alright." he mumbled while pulling out your mouth. let's just say you were sobbing by the end of the night.

|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || ☆ brat taming ☆

being a brat with sukuna usually never ends well for you. usually ends with you being denied an orgasm for hours upon hours. or you would be cumming every 10 minutes. no breaks or anything. he would exhaust you so much were you would be so cock drunk you could only think about obeying him. sukuna hated to admit it. but he loved it. he loved it when you be a brat. it made him feel so powerful. knowing only he could put you in your place.

you were on your knees, the cold hardwood floors sending shivers down your spine. you were giving sukuna head or at least supposed to be. but you decided to play a dangerous game. you stroke sukunas cock slowly, placing small kitten licks all over the leaky pink tip which was covered in milky translucent precum. your tongue traced the veins of his shaft. you looked up at sukuna, who looked down at you, catching on to your ideas.

he looked down at you, with a dangerous glare. "don't be a fuckin brat." he warns. you look back up at him, your doe eyes looking up at him feigning innocence. you continue with your activities, tracing the veins on his shaft with your tongue. they were a pretty muted aquamarine which was on the greener side. you could feel them pulsate with anticipation.

"y'think you're funny?" sukuna questions, bending down to get to eye level with you. "open ya fucking mouth" he commands, aiming his cock at your lips. you open your mouth and instantly feel it get filled. sukuna groans loudly as he feels your mouth surround him. not stopping for a moment before thrusting in and out, facefucking you harshly."could've had it easy and just do what I told you to." he say, watching as you gag on his cock. "always gotta teach ya how to be good." he groans, now holding a handful of your hair. "fucking slut, needa be put in her place." he grunts, thrusts getting more and more rapid. sukuna was sure when he was done with you, you'll be a brand new person.

|| CHOSO KAMO || ☆ panty stealing ☆

before you and choso had met. he had no experience with sex at all. he knew it was to reproduce. but that was it. he had some knowledge on how it worked, yet he never understood why humans were so infatuated with the activity. that all changed though when he met you. specifically when you showed him why humans loved the concept. he understood the desires. and now became addicted to your sweet cunt. he just couldn't get enough of your cunt milking his cock, or the delicious taste of your pussy. but you had a life to attend to. so you couldn't come help choso out whenever he needed to feel those waves of ecstacy you brought him. but choso had an idea. a very dirty one

choso gulped nervously, he knew this was wrong. it was so erotic, lewd and perverted. and you didn't even know about choso's antics. he walked into your shared bedroom, pushing away the strong rays of guilt he felt. he walks over to the dresser, contemplating if he could wait just until you came home. he huffs and places a shaky hand on the handle of the bottom drawer. he slowly pulls the drawer open, revealing rows of folded panties, nice and neat. but the one that caught choso's eye was the red lacy one you wore the first night you guys fucked.

choso grabs the panties shakily, holding them in his hand for a moment before walking over towards the bed. he felt so perverted for what he was about to do. he sits on the edge of the bed, hastily yanking his sweatpants off. he rubs the panty on his clothed cock, letting out breathy shudders from the sudden sensation. choso pulls his boxers down, freeing his leaky tipped cock. he rubbed a finger around the tip, collecting the precum and coats his whole shaft with it, imagining it was your saliva or your arousal. he begins to pump his fist up and down, panty still in hand. he imagined it was your walls that suffocated him so tightly.

choso groans loudly, getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. your panty was practically soaking with his precum while he thrusts into his fist. choso imagined it was your delicate gentle hands wrapped around his dick, imagining the way your tongue would trace his veins and lick all around his tip. the sights choso saw in his head made him let out whiney whimpers. after a little while choso felt his release approach him steadily. mumbles of your name left his lips as the pace of his hands went quicker, his eyes closed shut. the overwhelming sensation of bliss engulfed him as he reached his long awaited orgasm. he grabs your panty and cums all over it. thick but steady spurts of slight opaque cream colored cum decorates your panty. choso lets out one last hoarse groan before hearing the front door close, accompanied with a sweet "Chooo im home!!" how was he gonna explain this to you??

dividers by: @benkeibear

★ NEXT TIME SHES MINE ★

[•~suguru x reader, fluff, smut, and slight angst~•]⊹₊⋆

[•~sypnosis: your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend. and your boy best friend, suguru has an idea for revenge~•]⊹₊⋆

so many emotions were running through your head right now. you weren't sure why. why you weren't good enough for him. good enough for your so called true love. your boyfriend. the boyfriend who swore you were the only one. he would constantly utter sweet sentences always along the lines of "you're all mine. you're perfect" in your ear. you didn't understand it either. why would he lie to you? if you weren't good enough for him why did he keep you wrapped around his finger.

and out of all the women in the world he chose your best friend to cheat on you with. and your best friend willingly obliged. lying to your very face. it explained all the whispered phone calls, and sudden absences your boyfriend has excused with the same "oh I had work to attend to". if you hadn't came home early today, and witnessed the disgusting gut wrenching sight of your best friend under your boyfriend, you would've still been under his manipulative control.

the whole situation made your stomach ache with betrayal and sorrow. the tears flooded your eyes, not seeming to ever come to a stop. you needed someone right now. someone to comfort you. someone who could listen to all your issues right now. it wasn't like you had anybody right now either. you would always go to your best friend for comfort and support. yet she had stabbed you in the most vile way possible. but not all hope was lost. you still had your guy best friend. suguru geto.

you had told suguru about the situation over the phone, voice shaky and strained. suguru felt so much pain and anger for you. he knew that your boyfriend wasn't the best guy in the world. he could always tell something was off about him, but didn't wanna tell you because he knew how much you loved him. not only that, suguru had also been in love with you ever since you two met. it was like his world brightened ever since you started talking to him. and no matter what he did, he couldn't stop loving you. and suguru didn't want to admit it but he was gleeful upon hearing you were done with the man.

so here you were, head buried in suguru's chest. as he sat against his headboard. your tears had soaked his shirt but he didn't mind. he was rubbing circles on your back as you sobbed, humming small "shh... it's okay.." "you'll find someone so much better..." you felt so safe in his arms. it was so therapeutic, the sudden feeling of support he brought you. it helped bring you back to your sense. minutes of sobbing passed by, as you calmed down eventually. you take in one final loud breath. you finally look back up at suguru, who was lost in thought. he was thinking about how furious he felt about how the man who was supposed to be taking care of you, brought you so much heartbreak. not only that but he was also lost in thought, imagining several ways to get revenge.

"suguru?" you call out, your voice was so hoarse and strained. the heartbreak was evident. suguru snaps out of his daydream, a sense of relief washes over him after seeing you had finally stopped crying. "yes?" he answers, fingers running through your hair. "was I not good enough for him? why would he do something like this?" you stutter quickly. suguru sighs and answers "it's not your fault Y/N... it's his, he just couldn't appreciate the absolute goddess which was with him. and he didn't deserve you. he really didn't. don't ever think that it's your fault." he comforts you "you don't deserve him either, you're too pretty and sweet for such a creature" he chuckles quietly.

you smile warmly at his words. you were feeling so much more warmth and love from suguru than your actual boyfriend. you giggle a little too. "thanks suguru..." you mumble, the hole in your heart still hurting tremendously. you sigh deeply, overthinking once again. suguru quickly notices this and smirks mischievously. "hey Y/N..?" he asks, a dark tint growing in his eyes. you hum a "yeah?" in response. "you up to get some revenge?"

the bed creaks loudly under you, almost covering up the sounds of your sweet moans. suguru had you on all fours, pounding into you so harshly. making sure you were able to feel him in every single part of your sweet pussy. he wanted to make sure you knew who could really treat you best. it was his chance now. to show you no one could ever fuck you as good as him, to show you that only he was good enough for you. he needed you to know who you were meant for.

you on the other hand were simply to lost in the rhythmic thrusts you felt. you had slept with your boyfriend before, but he could never reach the lengths suguru could. it was obvious suguru had a lengthy and girthy dick and it took you some time to adjust to, but oh how it kissed your cervix so perfectly, making you lost in the stars. you never wanted it to end. and it distracted you from the fucked up decisions of your precious boyfriend and best friend.

suguru can feel your walls begin to tighten, which he could tell was your orgasm building up and approaching. he gave your ass one hard slap, making you scream out of both pleasure and pain. suguru leans down and whispers in your ear, in a deep and husky voice. "unlock ya phone f'me." he grunts, hand you, your phone. you were too focused on your own pleasure to question why suguru would need your phone, but you typed in the password quickly and handed it back him.

suguru reward you with a softer slap on your ass, making you squirm a little, mumbling something that sounded like "such a good girl for me-" he then holds your phone with one hand, the other hand gripping at your hips harshly, it was sure to leave red marks the next morning. he then begins to start recording, recording the way you were so dumb in his cock. he then began to rub circles on your clit with his rough fingers, "cmon tell me pretty girl, who do you belong to?" he says, loudly so it can be caught in the video.

"y-you!" you whine out. another harsh slap meets your ass again, the sting making you cry out in pleasure while the pressure of the slap leaves a red on your ass. "y'know that's not good enough." he says, pausing the circles on your clit for a moment, and slowing pulling out of your sore puffy cunt. you whine at the sudden pause in pleasure, "I'm yours suguru!! p-please more..." you mewl, so needy for him and his cock. suguru chuckles and makes sure to record his cock sliding right back into you.

you gasp, the satisfying feeling of being filled up by suguru flooding your mind. suguru chuckles and begins to thrust into you again, making sure to hit all your sweet spots, spots your boyfriend could never reach. "tell me princess, could your boyfriend fuck you as good as me?" he asks, the cockiness in his voice evident as he plays with the fat of your ass, making sure to capture everything on camera.

"n-no! just you suguru- fuckk" you moan, suguru laughs loudly and begins to rub circles on your clit in quick circular motions. the sudden sensation on your bud makes you arrive at the brink of your orgasm even quicker. suguru continues his thrusts, the same pace as he too was approaching his high. "s-see this? ya can't even fuck your girl good enough..." he grunts, the hand on your hip tightens as he reaches his orgasm, the circles on your clit quicken even more. "shit! suguru! m'cumming!!" you sob, your eyes closing shut at the feeling of your overwhelming orgasm.

suguru groans at the sensation of your liquids, making him cum too in the process. "ah- fuck y/n... gonna cum in you, so ya nasty boyfriend can see who you really belong to..." he groans, strings of his semen shoot down your walls, coating them a pearly white. suguru pulls out of you, recording himself "see even cummed in your girl, bet you couldn't even get her to orgasm." he boasts, before clicking the stop button.

you were too cock drunk to even process what he was doing, but you were sure to regret it later on. suguru hastily sends the video to your "beloved" boyfriend, along with typing, "next time she's mine." suguru tosses your phone to the side of the bed. "what was that?.." you ask him, still heavily panting. "oh nothing, now where were we?" suguru brushes off. he'll let you find out tomorrow morning.

★ FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY ★

[•~featuring: satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna~•]⊹₊ ⋆

[•~synopsis: you piss the jjk men off and they get their get back~•]

[•~a/n: prob not gonna post next week, a whole bunch of tests:(~•]

|| SATORU GOJO || silent treatment ⊹₊ ⋆

was it petty to give Satoru the silent treatment after a small argument the two of you had yesterday over something so simple? it was simple, you just wanted him to take you seriously for once. you felt like he only saw you as a joke, a doll he could mess with whenever he wanted to. and satoru, didn't respond so effectively in terms of solving the issue. instead the two of you argued the whole night, over something that could've been solved with some basic communication.

so here you two were, about 3 days without saying a single word. egos way too high to just apologize and move on. it seemed like the both of you were taking it well but in reality it was destroying you both severely. you guys never had so much tension between the two of you before. and after a couple days, satoru was not taking it anymore.

"mmph!!- satoru s-slow down!! please!!" you mewl, legs stuttering as satoru's hips buck into you harshly and quickly. the white haired man just stared back into your eyes, his eyes were so empty and dark, sending cold shivers down your spine. "nah. thought y'said I never took ya seriously right? shut up n take it." he scolds, fingers drilling into the fat of your hips, as his thrusts got more intense, leaving you moaning for more.

his words only made your cunt wetter, fueling that dirty desire of yours. you could feel how deep satoru was in you, his hands pushing your knees so much into your chest you were surprised they haven't broken off yet. the angle made it feel like satoru's tip was just repeatedly slapping your cervix. making you sob for more by each and every thrust.

and you'd be stupid to think satoru was going to let you do whatever you wanted. no- he was going to show you how much frustration you made him feel. because there was no way that you thought he thought you were just a simple joke to him, while it was the complete opposite. you were his everything. if he had ever lost you, he may loose himself. so hearing you mutter such words fueled his fury.

satoru shoves two fingers in your mouth, forcing your sore puffy lips to shut all around his fingers. he relished the feeling of your tongue swirling and sucking on his digits. your moans only getting louder, but less audible. muffed moans and cries left your lips as satoru leans down to your ears, making sure you heard everything he was about to tell you.

"thought you weren't gonna talk to me ever again. what happened to that? you thought I would just let you go so easily, hm? exactly so take this cock you've been begging for, and I want not one sound out of you. do you understand?"

|| SUGURU GETO || jealousy ⊹₊ ⋆

to suguru, it was obvious that he had a hot girlfriend. he knew it. and he should've been used to it by now. guys always checking you out, admiring your ass in those jeans. or watching your tits in that one v-neck top that already made suguru angsty, and cautious. and usually he would just brush it off, knowing it wasn't your fault you were so so beautiful.

but what pissed him off was the way you feed into every single guy's delusions. I mean it was obvious wasn't it? the guy taking your order at the coffee was so intensely staring down your shirt. and the way he would ask you so many questions, attempting to make small talk. it made suguru sick. and the worst part was that you were flirting back. giggling at his below average jokes, and flashing him your contagious and mesmerizing smile. oh you definitely were doing this on purpose, suguru knew it.

knees burning due to the friction between your legs and the carpet floor of the car beneath you. suguru had been forcing your head up and down his cock repeatedly for what felt like hours. he was forcing to "apologize" to him for "flirting" with the barista. you knew you didn't do anything wrong, all you did was talk to the man. so you weren't gonna apologize for something you didn't even do.

and suguru was not having it. he knew you did it all on purpose. so he was going to force an apology out for you. because he was in disbelief you would flirt with a random guy right in front of him. he bobs your head on his cock swiftly, the ball of hair in his fist tangling severely. he had been doing this for about 30 minutes, with no intent of stopping.

you drooled and gagged all over his dick, sticking to your point. and the more and more you refused, the more suguru would force you down on him. his deep hoarse mutters of "just fuckin apologize." as his hips would also buck into your mouth.

he didn't care about the tears streaming down your face or the drastic red your lips had taken. he was sure to abuse your mouth until he got you to admit your actions. and the sounds of your gagging only fueled him even more, feeling the tightness of your throat engulf his cock. this went on for another 10 minutes before suguru pulls your hair up, forcing your head to snap up.

"looks like ima have to try something else, since you wanna be so difficult, but it's okay I'll get that fucking apology out of you. get on the seat"

|| TOJI FUSHIGURO || teasing him ⊹₊ ⋆

toji loved to be a pain in the ass. he loved to see that annoyed look plastered all over your face. he took pride in it too. never forgetting to accidentally walk in on you showering. or his hands somehow slipping up your inner thighs, finger just merely touching your clit. he just loved to watch you squirm because of him.

and it annoyed you. a lot. you felt like he couldn't go 2 seconds without any attempts to crawl under your skin. so what did you do? you simply did it back, only this time taking it up a notch.

okay so maybe brushing your hand all over his clothed cock in the middle of eating out, wasn't the best idea. you argued that it wasn't your fault that your hand just so happened to slip by. accidentally squeezing his already halfway hard dick. toji wasn't a fool though. he knew this was your "payback". but instead of accepting the consequences of his actions, he merely just going to make you regret it.

"p-please toji, m'sorryy" you moan, fingers rushing in and out of your hole swiftly. toji had forced you to play with yourself until he felt satisfied. and it was hell.

all you wanted right now was to feel toji's shaft in you. to reach lengths your weak short fingers could never. to feel how big he was , and how much he would stretch you out. savoring the painful but pleasant burn it brought. and your fingers were getting tired. you had been fingering yourself for about 20 minutes, orgasming almost 4 times at this rate. and all of it was still not satisfying to toji

"shouldn't have been such a slut earlier then, if you wanted to get fucked just say that." he growls, arms crossed as he watched you, those dark menacing eyes tracking your every movement. "be grateful you using your fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle how I would treat you right now." he speaks, hands tucking strands of hair behind your ear. you were just going to have to wait, wait until toji was happy enough with your current state.

|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || disrespecting him ⊹₊ ⋆

is anybody surprised that Sukuna has an outrageously high ego? it should be so obvious. sukuna knew that he was important. and he knew he wasn't even worthy to be near the presence of most people. in summary he was very egotistical.

and when you two were arguing earlier, about how he didn't treat you well enough. you weren't lying though. he would constantly leave you on delivered, constantly bullied you, and even just straight up ignoring you some times. and you were sick of it. and it all happened so quickly, you swore it was just the heat of the moment. you didn't mean to call him "the worst boyfriend in the world."

so when sukuna heard those offense and outrageous words come right out of your mouth, he knew that you had gone too far. completely lost your mind. who were you even to call him such a thing? he knew in his mind that he was perfect, so maybe you just needed to get put in your place.

"would the worst boyfriend in the world be fuckin ya right now, whore?' he scoffed, grasp around your neck growing tighter. sukuna had you on all fours, on the cold wooden floor of your shared apartment, forcing you to take both cocks in your pussy. he was making sure that you would feel his wrath in the way he would thrust into your cunt, the pace so harsh and fast it made you dumber and dumber by the second.

his two large cocks in you at once wasn't helping either. it was one thing to feel him in you but twice?? it was so overwhelming, but it made you crave him even more. sukuna was so rough with you two. he had forced those two cocks down into you with no remorse for your feelings. and been though you should be scared or concerned, you just felt hornier and hornier by the second.

"s-sukuna!! gonna cum!!" you mewled, voice raspy and hoarse just from the amount of screaming you had just experienced. and you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten, the stars building up in your vision, making you let out breathy groans and moans. only for it to all be ruined. sukuna pulls out of you, hand pulling your neck up. "who said you could cum yet? hold it in while I show you how bad of a boyfriend I can be."

honestly I feel like geto would make you ask for everything.it wasn't like he didn't know what you wanted. no. he just loved to hear those dirty desires come out of your mouth. not only that, he loved to watch you struggle to tell him what you wanted too. you would be so embarrassed just thinking of asking him to slide his girthy cock in you, it made you feel so dirty and lewd. and it was all just sheer enjoyment for geto. just hearing your sweet innocent voice asking him, "p-please suguru, need you so badly, slide your cock in me..." and if you satisfied him enough, you would get what you wanted, and so much more.

[one chance geto pleasee]

"pfft- c'mon be serious princess, you wouldn't last two seconds riding me-"

"mm-fuck don't stop..." he groans, hands impatiently grabbing the fat of your ass, guiding your pace as you slide your walls up and down on his cock. you slap his hands away, "nah- I'm doing things my way..." you scold, staring down your boyfriend's hazy and foggy eye. too lost in all the pleasure

"are ya close for me sweetheart?" you coo, hands resting on his chest as you continue to slam yourself up and down. your boyfriend nods, a loud and erotic whimper leaving his lips as he nears his orgasm. "mm.. thought I would last two seconds and yet look at you, coming undone for me so quickly" you mock, the smug grin creeping on your lips as your boyfriend looks away embarrassingly.

your boyfriend usually would've put you in your place right this moment, not letting an ounce of disrespect leave your words, but right now was different. he was seeing all stars in the universe at this moment, overwhelming pleasure filling him up. he groans loudly, smooth and vulnerable cries of "f-fuck-" "so good f'me..." "so-so close!" leaving his lips. he stared up at you like you were some goddess, some being who could control his every move.

"s-shut up" he quickly groans, his moans soon follow suit as he resches his orgasm, hips bucking right into your pussy. strings of white sticky cum painting your cunt. you both let out satisfied moans, as you two pant heavily, regaining your much needed energy.

GETO, Gojo, EREN, Aizawa, Denki, (+any of ur favs)

[would you guys enjoy some MHA content? I'ma still post it but js curious!!]

Okay hear me out… jjk men holding you?

Okay I’m getting desperate for these… jjk men 🔛🔝