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Hello there, Queen!
I'd like to request jealous sex in public with our beloved Geto, please ☺️
I hope you have fun with it!
Have a great day! 😘
(don't) kiss me pairing: fwb!Geto x f!Reader
content: mdni, light angst and smut, au where geto never defected, public sex, exhibitionism, jealousy, geto is down bad and delusional but we love him, fwb with feelings, incredibly petty reader, the silent treatment, unprotected piv sex, creampie, panty stealing, cockwarming, having sex while sitting on geto's lap
Suguru Geto didn't need a relationship. Simply didn't have time for one. His hands were full enough as it was, busy with his adopted daughters and work, teaching students and taking care of curses. Why make life more complicated?
That was why he liked you. Always sweet and warm, wrapping your lips around him in more ways than one in private, his cute little coworker who would clear her schedule if it meant spending the night tangled in his sheets.
Sometimes though?
You could be a little much.
Like now, bounding up behind him while you were both on break, chirping his name softly and getting on your tippy toes to press an affectionate peck to his cheek.
"Don't kiss me so much," Suguru murmured, wiping his cheek where your lips had just been, glancing around the empty hall like he had to double check to make sure no one else caught a glimpse of that. It'd been a stressful enough day already, the last thing he needed was Satoru harassing both of you or a lecture from Yaga about any public displays of affection. "Not here."
You deflated almost immediately, a pretty pout forming on your lips. "Oh, okay."
That was another thing he liked - you listened to him.
Although, it didn't take him long to realize you listened a little too well.
He tried to catch you on your way out that evening, apologizing for being so brusque earlier, but you just glanced over your shoulder with an small smile, softly muttering you couldn't come over tonight and leaving before he could get another word in.
The next day? He didn't see you at all.
Catching glimpses of you in classrooms or making coffee in the break room the rest of the week, where you'd offer a perfectly polite wave and resume your conversation with Shoko or Ijichi, always someone there to stop him from asking if you wanted to spend the night or grab a bite to eat later.
Suguru tried coming by your apartment bright and early Saturday morning, using the key you once made him just to find your bed empty.
He had to find out from Satoru you'd taken on some overseas mission with Nanami for the next two weeks. His calls went unanswered, but he told himself you probably just didn't have any service. Except - you did have enough of a connection to post a photo of yourself online, posing on the pale sand in the tiniest bikini imaginable for the camera.
For whoever was capturing the picture of you.
There was no way you asked Nanami - although the idea of the stoic man tapping the button and telling you to smile for him made Suguru's skin itch.
All of a sudden, his responsibilities, all those reasons he used to convince himself commitment was out of the question seemed a lot less pressing. Staring at his ceiling while he struggled to sleep at night, wondering if your thoughts might be lingering on him too.
The sex was good, but what he really missed was the way you felt in his arms afterwards, your body curled into his side and how you'd bury your face into his chest when you yawned.
When he woke up, his sheets were unfortunately soaked with proof of precisely how much he missed you too. As if he was some teenager again, trying not to think about your body under his when you trained together or let his stare linger when you went swimming.
Suguru never realized how slowly time passed when you weren't around to fill the space, catching himself hanging around your barren desk, tempted to smell the cardigan you'd left hanging over your chair.
He was more than a little embarrassed to admit he was excited for your return, foot anxiously tapping the ground at the bar you allegedly agreed to meet Satoru and Shoko at after your plane landed. Three drinks in, he watched as Satoru droned on about some game he'd been playing to Shoko, hoping they didn't notice how often his sharp eyes flicked over to the entrance.
Your plane should've landed what? Two hours ago? So where were-
Suguru's heart stopped when you walked in.
Nanami was holding the door open for you, and you were laughing at something he said. And not a polite little chuckle, but actually laughing, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up as you smiled so brightly at him.
And he was smiling back.
The glass in his hand shattered.
Broken bits of glass biting into his palm, shards sticking out as Satoru lost it laughing, making some mocking comment in his ear about him losing his girl to Kento, of all people. The fact you were sleeping together wasn't technically a secret, since Satoru once saw you making out from across campus, six eyes and all, but it still wasn't supposed to be public knowledge. Shoko was rolling her eyes, plucking out the glass in his hand without him asking, reversed curse technique making quick work of fixing the shallow cuts.
But there was still blood on his palm, shattered glass stained with it on the table by the time you walked over. Suguru couldn't drag his eyes off the way Nanami's hand briefly skimmed over your back when some stranger stepped too close to you, as if you really needed shielding from some idiot who didn't even have cursed energy.
"Hi guys," You greeted, just as perky as ever, looking over at Shoko and Satoru first before your attention shifted over to him. Your face fell almost immediately, brows furrowed together in a frown as you noticed the mess on the table. "What happened?"
"Oh, why don't you ask your boy-" Satoru started to tease, just to get interrupted with an elbow to the side, his infinity off, his technique not working quite right after the bar served him a Shirley temple with alcohol on accident.
"Sit," Suguru said instead, nodding to the empty seat by his side, sweeping up the broken glass into a pile towards the center of the table, narrowly avoiding slicing his palm open again.
"I think I'm actually gonna get a drink," You hummed, half-apologetically as you tilted your head to the side.
Under the table, Suguru kicked Satoru with his foot, a silent signal for him to distract Nanami while he slid out of the booth to follow you.
"Hey," He called out as he caught up to your confident strides, a possessive hand grabbing your waist when you stopped in front of the bar top. "I missed you."
"Mhm," You absentmindedly nodded, too busy waving the bartender over to spare him a glance.
Suguru waited, expecting you to start spilling into some excited chatter about how your mission went, what you saw and ate while you were there, but you didn't say anything to him even after you ordered your drink, taking a long sip and looking back to where the others were waiting.
"You miss me back, pretty girl?" He leaned down to murmur, pulling you in a little closer.
And for once, he didn't care who was watching, tilting his head to the side to catch your lips in a kiss. But you tilted your head away at the last second, his mouth ending up on your cheek instead.
"Course," You casually chirped, the way you'd speak to a friend. Not someone who'd seen you naked.
He wasn't dumb enough to not know when you were being cruel. Even if it wasn't entirely intentional.
He asked you not to kiss him.
You were just doing what he asked.
His lips parted, ready to take that stupid fucking request back, but then Nanami joined, shrewd eyes taking note of the way Suguru was holding onto you, unimpressed.
"Are you hungry?" The blond man asked you, pushing the small goggles up the bridge of his nose. "There's a diner down the road if you'd rather grab something to eat."
"Is it good?" You asked, leaning in closer so he could hear you better, looking up at him all cute and excited.
No, this was not happening, Suguru was not about to let you get stolen right from under his nose and into someone else's bed.
"I think you would-"
"Can I speak to you outside?" Suguru interrupted, low and sharp in your ear.
You sighed, downing the rest of your glass in a long gulp before giving Nanami's bicep a squeeze.
"Sorry, Ken, I'll be back in a few."
Ken? Ken?
Why didn't you just stab Suguru while you were at it?
Suguru led you out, keeping his hand firmly placed on your side, holding the door open for you, hating how much he felt like he had to prove he could be a gentleman too. As if you'd ever wanted him to be one before.
You usually preferred him being rough, flipping you around or folding you over the nearest piece of furniture, pulling your hair or putting his hands to work somewhere else.
The street was pretty much empty, but he still half-dragged you to the alley by the bar, only stopping when you leaned back against the brick building, yawning into your hand like you were bored already.
"Is something wrong?" You innocently asked, batting your lashes up at him.
"I missed you." Suguru knew he sounded like a broken record on repeat, but he wasn't sure how else to say it, to summarize the ache your absence had left in his chest.
"You said that already," You commented, giggling a little. But your attention had drifted again, studying the street and the few people passing by.
"You didn't say it back."
He felt like a child pouting, complaining and begging for your affection you'd freely given him before.
"If you're just horny, you know there's like fifty girls in there that'd be more than thrilled to fuck you," You laughed, lighthearted. That was probably the worst part, how fucking unbothered you sounded at the idea of him having sex with someone else when just the sight of Nanami touching you earlier had nearly sent him in a tailspin.
"And what about you?" He hm-ed, desperate to keep his collected exterior, to reject the regret rolling through him.
"I'll have to decline," You purred, delivering the rejection with another gentle smile. "I mean, I've just been thinking, and our arrangement was nice, but I dunno, maybe it just ran its course?"
You shrugged, like you were telling him about the weather rather than dumping him.
"What are you saying?" He heard himself ask, his voice cold and harsh.
You didn't blink though, still giving him the same kind expression.
"I guess I want an emotional connection with someone, not just sex," You sincerely said, patting his shoulder. "You were right. I wasn't being very professional before. I think we're better off as coworkers."
"I was being fucking stupid," Suguru said, jaw clenched tight as he forced the words out. Your lips pushed together in another pout, not understanding until he stepped forward, caging you between his body and the brick wall, hands pressing flat by your head. "But you're lying to yourself if you think we don't have an emotional connection."
Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes finally on his for the first time tonight.
"Am I?" You challenged, still trying to play innocent.
Suguru knew better. Knew you more intimately than anyone else. What you liked for breakfast and what shampoo you used and what panties you preferred to sleep in and all the words to your favorite songs.
He'd rather eat a thousand curses than go back to being just coworkers.
"You like me," Suguru murmured, although what he really meant was he was painfully, awfully, completely in love with you and the biggest moron in the world for not realizing it sooner.
"I do?" You playfully teased, cutting him a look that screamed you were trying not to roll your eyes at him. "You know, I also like Ken. And Toru. Even-"
"Don't," He stopped you before you could continue assigning cutesy nicknames to all your mutual friends, keep implying that you'd find your way in their beds too if he fucked this up any more than he already had. "I like you."
"Should we go get best friend necklaces then?" You replied, sarcasm slicing through your usually cheery demeanor, cold seeping through as icy claws started to sink into Suguru's heart. You didn't believe him. Thought he was just spouting some bullshit to get into your panties. "Or can I go back inside now?"
"What? So Nanami can flirt with you some more?" Suguru scoffed, unable to help the jealousy boiling his blood, tight snakes of it coiling in his stomach and making him feel fucking sick.
"Why do you care?" You huffed, giving in to how exasperated you were. "We're not dating. You aren't my boyfriend."
"I want to be." The words came out of his mouth automatically, your lips parting in surprise as you just stared at him.
Then you shook your head a little, letting out a quiet sigh as you looked away, probably planning your exit.
"Sorry, I'm looking for one that actually likes it when I kiss him," You muttered, your voice tinged with hurt as you started to pull away, slipping underneath his arm to start towards the bar again. "And who knows, maybe Kento-"
Suguru shut you up with a kiss.
The kind where your teeth bumped into each other and his fingers tangled in your hair, your bodies pressed close as he lapped at your bottom lip for entry, begging you to believe him. You let him in, maybe out of habit, or just maybe, because you missed him too.
And then his hands were picking you up by your ass, squeezing into your pliable flesh as your legs wrapped around his waist, gasping when your back was pushed against the brick wall, your short skirt hiked up so he could see your cute little black panties underneath.
"What can I do to prove it to you, hm?" Suguru hummed, sucking on your neck, tracing the tendons with his teeth just so he could feel how fast your pulse was racing.
"I don't know."
Your features had frozen into a hard mask, hiding your feelings from him for once.
He just wanted to fix this.
"Not like anything you say here you'll ever repeat in public," You muttered, hurt and disappointment mixed into your sigh, even when your body was melting into him, letting him plant kisses across your jaw.
It clicked in his head.
You thought he was embarrassed of you.
Suguru supposed he'd just have to prove you wrong.
He carefully let you stand back on your feet, your face scrunching up in confusion when he got down on his knees to shimmy your panties down your thighs, pocketing them before taking your hand in his and tugging you back towards the entrance of the alley. "Come on then, baby."
"Suguru, what-"
"Wanna show my pretty girl off," He spoke softly, pulling you closer and smoothing down your skirt with his free hand. Even under the pale moonlight, he could tell you were blushing, a smirk twitching up on his lips as you turned your face away so he wouldn't see it.
"What? You wanna act like I'm your girlfriend now?" You grumbled, following him inside, but your hand was squeezing his, your smaller palm warm against his cool one.
"You are," Suguru said, squeezing your hand back. "If you want to be."
You didn't say anything as he held the door to the bar back open for you, mulling over the decision. But that was better than a no.
The glass was cleared off the table, Satoru nowhere to be seen while Nanami and Shoko made small talk. Suguru watched his blond coworker's eyes shift from where he was holding your hand up to his smug expression.
"Thought you weren't coming back," Shoko dryly said, draining the last of her drink and looking past him towards the bar, probably considering grabbing another one.
"Had to catch up with my girlfriend," He replied, slipping into the booth and pulling you onto his lap. Your whole face flushed, attempting to hide it from your friends when you looked up at him wide-eyed.
"Seriously?" Shoko sighed, cocking an eyebrow up as she looked at you.
"I mean-" You started, fiddling with a ring on your finger. But then Suguru brushed some of the hair back from your face, craning his neck down to kiss your cheek, and you might as well have purred. "Maybe."
"Took long enough," Shoko muttered, sliding out the opposite end of the curved booth, either going to get another drink or inform Satoru of the new development. Both were equally likely.
Nanami followed, but Suguru caught the way he cut you a knowing look first, his usually straight-lipped smile curving up into a slight smirk as he walked away.
"What was that?" Suguru pointedly asked, and you shifted in his lap, trying to climb off before his hold on your waist tightened.
"Nothing," You lied.
He murmured your name, not sure if it was a warning or a plea or both. "Tell me."
"Perhaps I asked Nanami to help me make you a little jealous," You admitted, not the least bit ashamed or abashed. Shuffling back, the weight of you sitting over the quickly hardening bulge in his jeans, your back reclining casually onto his chest while you just gave him a cute tilt of your head to the side as you looked over your shoulder up at him.
"Funny," Suguru dryly said.
You wanted him jealous - you got it on a silver platter.
"You're not mad?" You asked, squinting and trying to scrutinize his carefully composed features.
And okay, he said no, but he found himself slipping a hand underneath your ass, readjusting you just enough to pull down his zipper and yank his cock free from his boxers. Your skirt splayed out over his lap was the only thing concealing the two of you when he discreetly manhandled you until you were over his cock, pulling your hips down in one fast motion until he was plunging inside you, warm walls welcoming and gripping him as he pushed past the resistance. You gasped just to immediately clamp your mouth shut, swiveling your head around to make sure no one was watching as he slowly grinded up in long, drawn-out motions, hips bucking up enough to grind his swollen tip into your cervix.
Watching your pretty face screw up in focus, trying not to make it obvious you were being stuffed and split open in front of a bar full of people, but everyone else was too absorbed in their own drinks and friends to notice the way you were struggling not to moan every time his cock kissed your womb.
"My fault for letting you forget who fucks you like this," Suguru murmured, a hand firmly planted on your hip while his other slipped under your shirt, pushing under the band of your bra to grope at your tits.
To anyone else, he'd just seem like a handsy boyfriend, decorating your neck with hickies and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He guessed he actually was now.
He let go of your breast, although he at least pinched your nipple first, just to feel the way you half-jumped, your cunt clenching around him hard enough he felt himself twitch, half-tempted to cum already, let proof of this drip down your thighs all night long. But Suguru controlled himself as his hand slipped out of your shirt, grabbing your chin instead and tilting your head to turn and look up at him.
This kiss was greedier, claiming you in front of anyone who happened to look over, his tongue down your throat while he fucked up into you, swallowing any sounds that slipped out as his cock stretched you out. Your walls were gripping him tight enough that every upward thrust made it hard for him not to finish in the spot.
And really, it wasn't much more than cockwarming, barely able to do more than little bounces without risking giving everyone a show or getting arrested for public indecency, but he was losing his goddamn mind.
Your lips tasted like wine and chapstick, the smell of your perfume invading his senses and warping his judgement until every atom was demanding more of you. He could tell you were close, your warm body trembling, the little breaths you managed to suck in between kisses broken and sharp.
"Tell me," He grunted, pulling you all the way down to the hilt by your hips, cutting off your whine with a quick kiss. "Do I get to be your boyfriend now?"
You nodded almost immediately, leaning back against his chest, your forehead sweaty as you glanced around panicked again like you just remembered where he was fucking you. But most people who noticed the two of you at all had looked away almost immediately, used to the sight of drunk people hooking up at a bar like this.
"Mhm," You managed to mumble, barely holding yourself together as you blinked. But he could feel you squeezing him, feel how deep he was buried, his cock begging for release as his thighs tensed under your own shaky muscles.
"Does my cute girlfriend wanna cum then?" He teased, letting his mouth skim over your ear, your body shuddering as his cock kept throbbing inside you, but he refused to budge. He hoped you'd think that was teasing too, but really, he was pretty sure the second he moved, he was going to cum.
"Suguru," You whined softly, tilting your head to the side to allow him to leave more hickies, and the sound of your voice almost pushed him over.
Fuck.
As much as he wanted to draw it out longer, he could always just drag you out of here and back home to continue later. He quickly slipped a hand under your skirt, jaw clenched as he started fervently massaging messy circles over your clit, grinding his tip up against your most sensitive spot, his composure cracked, his cool failing him as you started to fall apart in his lap.
He barely managed to capture your lips in another kiss before you were moaning, legs tense and trembling too hard as you shivered against him. He wasn't sure what drove him over - if it was your taste or your whimpers or just the way your cunt sucked him in. But it didn't really matter, because he was already cumming fast, white-hot spurts of cum shooting inside you, coating you with enough of him that you had to be spilling over. Nearly shuddering at the relief, abs still tense as the rest of him relaxed.
You were a wreck.
Eyes glossed over and makeup messed up, a few tear streaks down your cheeks and your lips kiss-bruised and bitten. Your shirt and skirt wrinkled, cum probably leaking out of you onto his jeans as you both just breathed, unable to break the stare, to separate the connection.
There was just one more thing Suguru wanted.
"Kiss me."
warnings: sukugo xf!reader, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming + full nelson (p in v), squirting
im not ashamed to admit that i think about getting with satoru and sukuna at the same time more than i probably should.
it starts off innocent. you go over to satoru’s apartment to hang out and catch up with him. you admit he’s attractive, but he’s kind of a slut so you never entertained the thought of getting with him.
and then his friend sukuna shows up, who’s as equally attractive as him and would not stop checking you out, going as far as accusing satoru of hiding you from him once he finds out how long you two have been friends for.
the bickering starts— satoru eventually admits to it, sukuna calls him a greedy fucking bastard and satoru also admits to it.
his face contorts into that of annoyance ‘what’re you doing’ he deadpans.
‘nothing! just sitting on my boyfriend’s lap, why?’ you smile at him.
he narrows his eyes at you ‘nothing good will come out of you sitting on my lap, get off’ he grunts but makes no move to push you off.
‘fine- but can i have my kisses first?’ you look at him eagerly.
‘no. off’
‘ryooo you can’t deprive me of my right to kisses’ you whine, cupping his face.
‘how long are you gonna be up my ass for this?’
‘i have nothing to do so…all day?’ you shrug.
he lets out an exasperated sigh ‘fucking fine, but just one kiss alright?’
‘no. i want five kisses’
‘that’s five too many kisses’
‘ryooo’ you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes.
‘don’t. and what an odd fucking request’
‘so is that a yes?’
he doesn’t respond but gives a begrudging hum.
you don’t hesitate as you dive into getting your what’s yours.
first your lips land on his forehead, then on his nose to which he scrunches, followed by his two cheeks and finally his lips where you part with an audible mwah!
pretending to hate every single second of it, he lifts you by your thigh and throws you onto the couch.
‘gremlin’ he mutters earning a laugh from you.
‘wait, can you get a wet towel for me to wipe the table with? it’s dusty’
‘no’ he says but gets up nonetheless and heads to the bathroom.
you sit up quickly and wait for him to be back.
inside the bathroom, sukuna grabs a towel and goes to the sink to wet it under the water.
his eyes lift to the mirror above before he does a double take.
they were everywhere. your lip prints. and they were red. every place you kissed left behind a red lip print.
‘brat!’ he yells, storming out the bathroom to find you in a fit of giggles.
‘what’s this?’ he questions, pointing to his face.
‘my love for you’ his eyebrow twitches, but you just smile at him.
he tsks as he sits next to you ‘i didn’t get the towel’ he mumbles.
‘it’s ok, i didn’t want it. just wanted you to see yourself in the mirror’ you chuckle.
you hear him mutter annoying brat under his breadth.
grumbling, he grabs you and sets you back on his lap ‘don’t fucking half ass it then, you missed a few spots’
(rblog if you fw soft!ryo, cuz i do🤘🏼)
Your husband Sukuna would never admit that if he died at this very moment, he'd die an extremely happy and fulfilled man.
Because the sight of you wearing nothing but his large black haori was probably the only taste of heaven he will ever experience in his wretched existence.
You sat near the parted shoji screen leading to his (and now yours too) personal garden, humming softly while you ran a comb through your hair. Your eyes were closed in content as you basked in the soft morning glow which did nothing but accentuate your beauty in his eyes.
You opened your eyes and noticed he was awake, gazing at you from his spot on the large futon you both shared. You smiled warmly.
"Good morning, love."
"Hm."
He, albeit reluctantly, tore his gaze away from you because he felt that if he stared at you any longer, you'll see a side of him he's too reluctant to show even you.
You smiled knowingly at him. Your attention went over to the garden then.
"I think the garden needs tending and a new set of flowers. Shall I call Aiko the gardener? I believe she has arrived back to the temple this morning after taking care of her sister during her pregnancy—"
Pregnancy
And then Sukuna had an image flash before his eyes.
Of you on the exact spot, dressed the same way in his black haori, smiling the same way and gazing at him the same way.
Except your stomach was round and swollen with his child. Of you tenderly and lovingly resting your hand against it.
Of you being completely and utterly his.
"—Also I think we should—"
"Get over here, wife."
You blinked. "What—"
"I said get over here now."
He had absolutely no intentions of letting you leave the bedroom today.
♡ ⸝⸝ PSYCHO EX BF
featuring. ryomen sukuna | smut mdni
your ex sukuna is a fucking psycho.
he’s constantly blowing up your phone, checking your location and angrily calling you when he’s seen that you’ve turned it off, sometimes even turning up to your place of work.
it’s definitely not normal and all your friends have brought their worries to you about it, scared something might happen to you one day.
and you know he’s insanely toxic and that you should be listening to them, probably issuing a restraining order.
but for some reason, you can’t help but revel in it. something about the way he crashes out when he can’t see where you are, the way he will come to your door to ask why you aren’t answering him. the feeling of the adrenaline and excitement compares to nothing else.
well, maybe except when sukuna has you face down ass up, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck to hold you down as he pounds into you with no mercy and bottoming out inside of you with each thrust.
and sukuna is huge, your poor abused pussy being completely stretched out by his monster cock, the pain mixed with pleasure causing loud moans and whimpers to leave you lips and only egging your ex on even more.
“yeah? y’like being treated like this? i knew you liked the attention i gave ya, stop acting like you don’t miss me.”
it’s true. you always pretend like you don’t miss him, blocking his number when you feel like it or hanging up on him mid convo because he said something that annoyed you.
or even when you ignore him in public, the lazy smirk that was once plastered on his face turning into a scowl. god, it pissed him off so much when you did that.
but sukuna always had this way to take it out on you, his large calloused hands wrapped in your hair, pulling your face up from the pillow he previously had it stuffed in to watch the pathetic tears stream down your face from how overwhelming his cock felt, your pussy constantly clenching around him.
and you love it.
and you love how after he forces countless orgasms out of you, cleaning you up afterwards whilst attempting to talk things out with you, you’ll shrug him off telling him this was a one time thing and to not get used to it.
but you both know it’ll never be just that. because, sukuna just can’t stay away from you and you just love to fuck around and find out, especially when it ends with some good dick from your hot, crazy ex.
© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work
౨ৎ satoru hates the idea of cock-warming. he thinks it's pointless, getting the opportunity to be in you, and not even bothering to make the most of it.
his idea of making the most, well, it would consist only of fucking you so hard, you won't be able to move the next day. that's what good boyfriends do, right?
"good boyfriends do whatever their girlfriend asks them to do," you counter.
satoru whines in response, looking up at you. all pretty, you're seated in his lap, as he lays on the bed. strands of white hair fall into his eyes, and you brush them away.
he pouts, "i am a good boyfriend." satoru's getting impatient, wanting to just feel your snug cunt around him. his throbbing cock sits hard on his stomach, red-tipped and leaky.
"then, please?" drawing out the syllables, you give him the best you can: puppy eyes. he caves. instantly.
grumbling, "fine. i guess you can put her in you. willingly choose not to move, too, or whatever."
you clap your hands, emerging victorious. you're not willing to test your luck, though, not commenting on the fact that you've told him multiple times not to refer to his penis with she/her pronouns.
he groans as you sink onto him, his thick length pushing past your spongey walls. there's a filthy squelching that fills the room, paired with your quiet whimpers.
satoru's hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. "shit, pretty girl, tight 'n' wet f'me. taking me s'good." his words slur into one another, lost in the depths of arousal.
there's always a certain amount of self-control it takes, to not immediately cum the second he's all the way in. "'toru," you murmur, accidentally clenching around him.
"fuck," he mutters, "you can't do that, squeeze your little pussy like that, if you aren't gonna do anything about it."
"sorry," you say, sheepish. his eyes flutter shut, a hum dismissing the apology.
"now, what? just... stay like that?" satoru tilts his head at you, questioningly. sassy, if you may add. he just really can't believe you'd rather be doing this.
shifting above him, you lean down, resting your head on his bare chest. "yeah. isn't it nice?"
his arms wrap come up, to wrap around your waist. there's a beat of silence from him. begrudgingly, your rigid boyfriend shrugs, "maybe."
you're too content to roll your eyes. he wouldn't admit it, but satoru was filled with love, in this moment. his shoulders relax, and his entire body seems to ease, a breath of satisfaction leaving him. he feels at peace. he's always at peace, when he's with you, but this is different.
more real. more raw.
it's incredibly intimate. he feels like he's a part of you, like there's nothing keeping you separated. satoru inhales your scent, holding you just a little tighter.
"baby, i love you," he whispers, voice thick with emotion.
you smile against him, "i love you, too, 'toru."
to say the least, cock-warming is his new favorite thing. there is no sitting beside him on the couch anymore, not when you're alone. no laying next to each other on bed, either.
if he was clingy before, he's a monster now. if you're near, he wants to be inside you. not to have sex, but just to rest. it's not like you're complaining, anyways. at the end of the day, you're down bad for him, just as much as he is for you.
GOJO SATORU X READER
➛ summary: your waste of space boyfriend is a 2 pump chump who leaves you unsatisfied and then ditches you. When your best friend sees your upset and frustration he only wants to help. What else are best friends for?
➛ warnings: cheating (technically but ya boyfriend is a bum so…), cursing, smut, non sorcerer au, fem!reader
➛ disclaimer: I do NOT condone cheating in any way, shape or form unless it’s with Satoru Gojo.
➛ wc: 2.3k
➛ a/n: do I have other things I’m supposed to be writing? Yes. But I wrote this instead. whoops. Im not even gonna lie to y’all, this was inspired by 🌽 teehee
“W-we shouldn’t be d-doing this, Toru.” You mumble against his lips, making no attempt to stop the heated kisses.
Satoru currently has you pressed against the wall just inside his apartment. One leg hiked up over his arm while the other keeps you steady on the floor.
Your dress now situated around your waist, heels still on and your panties—
Well, your panties were thrown somewhere a while ago. Just before Satoru had been on his knees.
Okay. Breathe, Satoru. You can do this. It's just a sleepover. Just your girlfriend. Just the person you're absolutely, irrevocably obsessed with. Who you're trying really, really hard not to scare off.
Standing in your apartment, hands shoved deep in his pockets to keep from touching everything. You’re flitting around, casual, relaxed, while he’s trying to memorize the shape of your furniture, the smell of your space, the way you hum when you walk into the kitchen.
Satoru's baby-blues locking onto the bathroom door. “I’ll, uh... shower first, if that’s okay?” like it’s the most neutral, chill request ever. It’s not. He’s sweating. His ears are pink. You nod like it’s no big deal - of course it’s no big deal - but to him? It’s a very big deal.
this came into my mind randomly, but why do i think choso would be into sucking your toes while fucking you silly?
yeah… he’s putting one leg over his shoulder while lifting the other to put one of your toes in his mouth.
it doesn’t even have to be in missionary, he’ll find a way to lift up your leg to have your toes in his mouth while fucking you from behind.
sucking your toes specifically gave him sexual stimulation he couldn’t get from anywhere else; it felt good and made his dick hard; it reminded him of sucking other parts of your body, but somehow this was better.
i just feel like toe sucking is right up choso's alley, he loves having his lips and tongues on places where he knows no one else is going to be touching you, leaving his mark on you.
even just a peck on your foot would suffice, but once your feet were right by his ear, there were no promises he was going to give them some attention.
plus he likes how sensitive you get when he puts your tongue on you, especially your feet.
am I... into this? 🤭
Pornstar Satoru
Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader
Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru
This will be a FULL fic as a thank you for 11k followers (I can't BELIEVE I'm almost there!?!??) I wanted to show a little preview first, so here are some hcs!! Thank you all sm for following meee <3 Comment to get tagged!
Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.
Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.
Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.
Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'
Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'
clan rival! satoru who was raised to see everyone as nothing more than an obstacle, their name was as old as the history books itself, a reminder that no one could ever stand on the same side as him.
clan rival! satoru who looks at you like you're beneath him, like your very existence is a nuisance, a Zen'in—nothing more than a name added to the list he was raised to crush beneath his heel.
clan rival! satoru who never misses a chance to belittle you, his voice dripping with mockery whenever he calls you by your last name, making sure you never forget that to him, you are nothing more than another enemy.
clan rival! satoru who has been competing with you the moment you started training your jujutsu techniques, from who could expel a curse faster to who could land the first punch. Because losing to you was never an option.
clan rival! satoru who’s always been one step ahead of you, smirking across the school grounds training hall, taunting you with his insufferable arrogance, making you want to carve that stupid grin right off his face.
clan rival! satoru who doesn’t hesitate to fight you, but something about it feels less like war and more like a dance—one that neither of you can bring yourselves to end.
clan rival! satoru who tenses when you lean in after defeating him, your voice taunting him as your fingers gripped his chin just hard enough to bruise as you whispered in his ear, “Aw, you said you were the strongest? That’s cute.” He scoffs, but his ears burn red.
clan rival! satoru who would rather die than admit he respects you, so instead, his words were sharp as a blade, cutting you down at every opportunity, watching to see if he can finally make you break.
clan rival! satoru who should want nothing more than to see you fall—instead, he finds himself watching you too closely, focusing the way you move, memorizing your little mannerisms, the way you glare at him like he’s one of the curses you’d like to exorcise.
clan rival! satoru who hates you. Not because his elders taught him to, but because you never back down. Hates the way you make his blood rush hotter than it should. Hates that no matter how many times he tries to put you in your place—he can never get you out of his head.
clan rival! satoru who grew up alongside you, from kids to powerful sorcerers, yet somehow it never stopped being you versus him. But each mission when the stakes got higher and every battle was bloodier than the last, he starts to wonder—does he really hate you, or has he been afraid of losing you all along?
boxer!gojo who loves seeing his sports therapist bent over the chair in his locker room just before a match. he says it’s just something to do, a way to calm his nerves, but the way he’s gripping your hips, pressing your cheek against the cool leather, tells a different story.
"look at you, taking me so well," he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction, watching the way your body trembles with every deep thrust. "so fucking good for me—knew you would be."
his bandaged fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto him. "but you like this too, don’t you?" he chuckles, low and rough. "needy little thing, always so tight around me—like your pretty body knows who it belongs to."
you whimper when he presses in deeper, stretching you, leaving no room to breathe. he groans at the sight, rolling his hips just to hear you gasp. "fuck, you’re clenching—squeezing me like you don’t want me to leave. that desperate to keep me inside, huh?"
boxer!gojo who doesn’t stop even when they call his name over the speakers. "five more minutes," he calls out, voice steady, completely unbothered. as if his cock isn’t buried deep inside you, making a mess of you right before he’s supposed to step into the ring.
he leans down, breath hot against your ear, hips rolling just to tease. "be good for me, baby—let me feel you cum, yeah?"
you nod, whimpering, and he groans at the way you squeeze around him, the way your body obeys him so perfectly.
"that’s it," he praises, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you through it. "so goddamn perfect when you listen to me."
boxer!gojo who pulls out at the last second, groaning as he spills over your back, fingers smearing the mess just to watch you squirm. "fuck, look at you." his voice is thick with admiration and possession—like he loves seeing you like this, ruined by him.
he grins, breathless, tapping your ass. "clean up before they see you like this, yeah? unless you want them to know how well i fucked you." and just like that, he’s gone, stepping into the ring with a cocky smirk—knuckles taped, muscles loose, completely at ease.
because really, what better way other than this to warm up?
"you have pretty eyes," you murmur, looking up at sukuna. his hands are on the sides of you, your arms hung over his neck. his leaky tip is lined up, poking your swollen clit, just between your thighs.
you've seemed to catch him off guard, because he shifts above you, snorting. "pretty? i do not believe i have heard that one, yet, petal."
you giggle. "that's absurd. they are pretty." soft sex with sukuna is such a rare, fleeting thing. because, well, he didn't care for it. he preferred it rough, mean, and unforgiving.
and, most of the time, you were qualm-less — content with getting railed in thirty different positions, all sure to leave you deadly sore in the morning.
sometimes, though? you just want to be held. and, those times, you're lucky enough for him to just want to hold you.
you're such a small thing, lying there beneath him. it leaves him in awe, at times. so fragile, so delicate. his petal.
"good to know," he says, clearly resisting the urge to roll his eyes, though a ghost of a smile flickers across his face. sukuna bottoms out, gently, quietly grunting.
"fuck..." he mutters, "'s fuckin' tight f'me." his words grow slurred, and are accompanied by your moans. it takes him only a couple seconds, angling himself just right to hit that spot.
"oh- 'kuna, please-please-please-please, just like that," you coo, eyes falling shut. his warmth is homey, and you don't think you ever want to leave. sukuna, contrary to his normal appearance, is everything honey. he is sticky and sweet, and addicting all at the same time.
you cum in sync with him, soft mewls leaving your throat. he curses into the crook of your neck, letting himself inhale your scent. it's familiar. sukuna doesn't pull out, no, not yet. his cock softens inside you, and in this moment, you are one and the same with him.
there's nothing keeping you apart, and he swears this is the most intimate thing he's ever done. and, that? that is a blessing from you, one he is so grateful for.
"i love you," you pant. you find yourself, once more, gazing into his deep, crimson eyes. so, so pretty.
without a beat of hesitance, from where there used to be, "i love you, too."
for @jeonwiixard <3
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summ. wine nights and free will? a recipe for disaster— such as matching your ex on a corny dating app and having him in your bed within that same hour. . .
cw. eventual smut. 18+. fem!reader. alcohol/substance consumption. ex boyfriend!gojo. mild toxicity. breakup & makeup. girlhood ft jjk girlies. unreliable narrator sorta. sukuna slander. mild impact play. mild asphyxiation. oral (f). fíngering. backshōts. reader is a little questionable. self sabotaging my beloved. lowkey angsty. @/3aem on tumblr for art creds. most of these stories are real shit i’ve heard/experienced LOL. can you tell i’ve never used tinder a day in my life? 16.4k words. . oops.
rena’s note. @yung-notorious and her filthy mind. . .
“you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do.”
god, you do.
you can’t bring yourself to remember why you’d ever let go of dick this good. the kind that had you taking the rubber off and considering finishing inside. the kind that had you babbling apologies for having done absolutely nothing wrong. the kind that made you begin to believe his careless whispers, empty promises to work things out.
his fingers dig in the column of your throat, the weight of his hand wrapped tightly at your neck. he’s everywhere at once, but simultaneously no where to be found. while you can feel his tip prodding at your most sensitive spot, you don’t feel the overwhelming force of love he once bore with open arms for you.
“nahhh. . . don’t start running now.” you didn’t realize you were. the sheets are crumpled in your tight hold, while your other hand lightly pushes at his lower abdomen. naturally, he pins your wrist at your spine to maintain his ruthless pace, and with another gentle yet cruelly empty promise, “not when i’ve just gotten you back.”
how the fuck did you get yourself in this mess?
I would have been heartbroken if I had never been able to finish reading it 🥺🥺
Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader
summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.
genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
part one | part two
Sukuna wasn’t very obsessed with the thought of having children, that desire (or lack of) continued to dwindle after his nephew turned 4 and is now all over the fucking place. He doesn’t mind watching him, but with each year it's becoming more difficult trying to get the kid to focus and listen to him.
“Yuji.” The man barks out, beginning to scold the boy because he immediately starts running across the street the moment the crosswalk sign turned on for them. Didn’t matter if it was a private neighbourhood, he’d speed through the signs as much as anyone else. “I told you to hold my fucking hand– get over here.”
