Summary: You had to go out of the country for work leaving you all alone. The guys miss you and you miss them, thankfully the three of you have a few creative solutions to satisfy your cravings for each other.
Requests: A few people requesting seeing more of Geto and Gojo together so this is answering that request in full.
A/N: This could probably be read as a stand alone, but I highly recommend reading the series. btw comments mean that you get more stuff like this sooner.
You didn’t often travel in your line of work. Everything you needed to do, could be done with a laptop and a little peace and quiet. However, with your new position as Senior Creative Director, there were a lot of moving pieces, people you needed to talk to, photo shoots you had to be sure got the right shots, and after the last shoot overseas had some technical difficulties, you went with your design team and the photography team to oversee everything and help them be a bit more organized. Initially, you were excited at the prospect of travel even if it was for work. It was for two whole weeks so you would have plenty of time to sight see after work. Geto had dropped you off at the airport, and you were so busy the first couple of days that you hadn’t been able to think of much else other than your work.
Of course… you hadn’t considered the fact that you hadn’t been without either of your boyfriends since you started dating them. By the second week, things were going smoothly at work so you had time to think, you realized just how much you missed those idiots. You called them when your work day was over. It was late for them, but they still answered, obviously in Gojo’s room cuddling without you.
“You two look comfy,” you grumbled.
Gojo grinned at you before kissing Geto’s neck, “Jealous, baby?”
“Extremely. You two have each other. And it’s just me here.”
“Poor thing,” Geto sighed, though he didn’t actually sound that sorry for you.
“We’ll send you something to get you through the night just as soon as you hang up,” Gojo said.
“That’s unimaginative. Why can’t I get a live show?”
He groaned quietly, “Smart. You’re so smart. I’ll get the tripod.”
“I’m upset that you have the equipment for this kind of thing,” Geto said his voice superficially disappointed. Notably, he wasn’t saying no to this arrangement at all. He just liked to pretend to be so above it all.
“Well how do you think I get those angles for my thirst traps,” Gojo called back, further away from the phone.
“He started putting more effort in his thirst traps after you sent back critiques for his lighting and angle choices,” Geto said in a conspiratorial tone. You snorted thinking of the time you critiqued Gojo’s photo the way you would a set of shots from work. He had an attitude with you for the rest of the day, but his pictures were better. In retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have given him the power to improve.
“It’s not even late where you are is it?” Geto asked you.
“No. I know it’s super late there. I’m sorry for calling like this. I just really missed you two. Hotels are far less fun without people you know to run down the halls with you.
Geto snorted, “You and Gojo are ridiculous. What is so fun about that?”
“I don’t know, it just is,” you smiled studying his face. His hair was down and collected over one shoulder. Geto truly had no right to be as pretty as he was. That’s what killed you about your boyfriends. They weren’t just hot, or handsome, or whatever people called men so their masculinity didn’t feel challenged. Your boys were pretty. They obviously took care of themselves. Geto with his shiny black hair and perfect skin had features women would die for. Gojo was… well Gojo was vain so of course he was a pretty boy.
“I love you two. I can’t wait to be back home.”
“We can’t wait to have you back. I mean I’ve been stuck all alone with Satoru.”
“You two seemed pretty cozy when I called,” you chuckled.
“Exactly!” Gojo called from off camera, “Before you called he was all over me!”
“I believe it. He’s a cuddle bug at the end of the day. Don’t worry Toru, I know he’s a big liar.”
Geto scoffed, “Wow, thousands of miles away and the two of you are ganging up on me. I’m hurt.”
“Well get over it,” Gojo’s voice was closer and the phone moved and turned around to show Gojo’s pretty face. He made kissy faces at you as he set up the phone on the tripod. You laughed at his antics.
“You look so hot, princess. Put your titties on the phone for me.”
“Satoru,” Geto sighed heavily but you were already lifting your shirt.
Gojo gave a happy little sigh, “I miss those. I’m gonna have my mouth all over ‘em when you get home.”
“Promise?”
“On my life, sweetheart.”
“Get over here, Satoru,” Geto said and Gojo turned only forge to to grab his wrist and pull him back on the bed.
“Be gentle with me, you brute,” Gojo complained dramatically.
“Shut up.”
Gojo straddled Geto with a playful smile on his face. If he was honest, and he often was, he liked the fact that you were watching. Sure, he loved sex with Geto. He adored it, but he did crave you and so much time without you was wearing on him. He was sure it was wearing on Geto too. Gojo missed your boobs. Geto’s boobs were just okay, yours were perfect and they were squishy and jiggled, and he liked the weight of them in his hands. Geto’s ‘pecs’ weren’t any of those things. Geto grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Getting kissed by Geto always felt a bit like sensually getting eaten alive, like he never meant for you to survive it. He certainly barely let him get a breath in, mouth moving against his own in slow sensual patterns. Gojo slipped his fingers into Geto’s hair to keep them pressed together as Gojo nipped at Geto’s lips. He liked the way Geto’s hand rubbed up his back, pulling him in slowly until his hold was nearly suffocating.
“Am I allowed to breathe?” Gojo quipped with a grin after he tried to pull back but Geto followed his kiss lifting his head from the pillow to do so.
“No,” Geto seized his throat as he shifted his weight to throw Gojo’s balance off. He pushed him over onto his back before kneeling. He was between Gojo’s long legs, facing the phone and therefore giving you a great view of him. You could see the barely fading marks on Geto’s chest and neck. The two must really be going at each other in your absence. That didn’t surprise you. Honestly, you didn’t know how any one person could handle Gojo’s sexual appetite. He could probably have sex everyday, maybe multiple times a day, and it wasn’t all about him coming. He liked to bring other people pleasure too. In fact he claimed that’s where all the fun was.
“Take these off,” Geto ordered, pointing to Gojo’s underwear.
“You know, you haven’t taken me to dinner in a long time. I’m starting to think I’m just sex to you,” Gojo whined petulantly, obviously putting up a fuss to get on Geto’s nerves.
“Sex with you is hardly worth the trouble, Satoru.” Geto threw back before biting the hair tie on his wrist to bring it up and put his hair in a ponytail. You often said so, but one of the hottest things Geto ever did was put his hair up in a high ponytail to give head. The act itself made him stretch out his body, giving a full view of his torso and your eyes always got caught on the graceful lines of muscle that disappeared into his his underwear. However, the result was hot too, seeing his ponytail swish about as he got ready to go down on you always fucked with your head. It was fucking with you now and you weren’t even the one he was going to torture. Gojo suddenly had a lot less to say as he sat up on his elbows watching as Geto got comfortable. You weren’t the only one who noticed Gojo’s sudden silence.
Geto cocked his head to the side ponytail swinging with the movement, “Oh? So this is how to shut you up. I’m glad you know I’ll make you gag on me before I reward bad behavior.”
“Well, I was kinda hoping we were both done talking,” Gojo sighed, because he was simply unable to ignore a taunt like that. Geto’s head dipped down suddenly and you couldn’t easily see what he was doing but whatever he did made Gojo’s breath stutter before he whined a somewhat pitiful sound. The first thing to know about Gojo, when it came to Geto’s mouth? He was all talk. Gojo would do a lot of things before he missed out on the head Geto Suguru could give. That included swallowing his own pride.
You couldn’t see, but Geto decided bite Gojo’s hip and then add a light suction, as if he’d bitten into a juicy peach. He sealed the action with a kiss before moving to the other side to do the same thing.
“Suguru, come on,” Gojo breathed.
“Hm? Ask me nicely.”
“Pretty pl-“ Gojo began to answer in a stupid high pitched voice but then Geto bit into his thigh and sucked, definitely leaving a mark there, “Fuck, Suguru, please.” He finished more seriously.
“That’s more like it. Now was that so hard?” Geto lifted his head, placing a long flat tongued lick from Gojo’s balls all the way up to the head of his cock. Gojo was already so hard that his erection curve up towards his belly button. Geto took him into his mouth and bobbed his head teasingly at the head of his cock, going no further than half way down. Gojo grabbed Geto’s ponytail, which was of course yet another hot thing about the high ponytail, and wrapped it around his hand once.
“Please, please, please, Sugu.” You knew Geto took him in deeper by the way Gojo threw his head back, vibrant blue eyes half lidded and slowly rolling back as Geto swallowed around him. Why was head from Geto something Gojo refused to miss out on? Geto Suguru did not have a gag reflex. You couldn’t help sneaking a hand between your legs as you listened to Gojo moan unabashedly and watched he rapidly flushing face. Gojo was pretty, especially when he was too overwhelmed to act tough. Your view of him was upside down of course, but that didn’t take away from it. You could just barely hear the little glug, glug, glug of Geto bobbing on Gojo’s length.
It killed you not being able to be there with them. You would have sat on Gojo’s pretty face, muffled his moans with your sex as you rocked against his tongue. You missed them. You really did.
Gojo came with a harsh shout that became heavy panting breathing as Geto didn’t stop, swallowing down his cum while he kept him in his mouth. Geto liked to make his lovers suffer with too much of a good thing. Gojo had to yank his ponytail to get him off.
“Fuck, you monster,” Gojo breathed lying back trying to catch his breath.
Geto laughed wiping his mouth before looking at the phone set up on the other side of the bed. He could see your enamored expression and it only served to make him more cocky.
“You playing with yourself, princess?” Geto asked.
Your face was on fire, “Y-yes.”
“Hm, I don’t think I gave you permission to do that. Gojo, did you?”
Gojo rolled over on his stomach so that he could see the screen right-side-up, “Huh, I sure didn’t.”
“And she’s so selfish too. The least you could do is let us see.”
“Shit,” you breathed. Those two shouldn’t have so much power over you when they were literally thousands of miles away, “Let me find something to prop up my phone.”
“Mmhm,” Geto hummed and the moment you looked away you heard a sharp smack. Gojo gasped harshly and you turned back to see Geto’s taunting smile.
“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” He said to Gojo.
You quickly hurried around the hotel room, grabbing a few things to prop your phone up with. It needed to be a pretty sturdy set up. You managed to balance it at the foot of the bed on top of a few towels and your carry-on bag. You also grabbed your vibrator while you were at it, knowing this would be a much better time if you didn’t catch a wrist cramp.
When you got back into position you noticed the steep arch in Gojo’s back, that lifted his ass in the air, and the heavy ruddy blush on his face.
“Good you’re back… oh and you have a toy. Good. I can’t be bothered with controlling both of you right now, so I’ll just give you one rule. You better not cum before Satoru.”
“Okay.”
“Good, but you’re always a good girl aren’t you. I’ve got the problem right here,” he smacked Gojo’s ass again. Gojo didn’t even gasp, he simply let out a whorish moan, and you realized that Geto was working his fingers inside of him. You probably should have caught on quicker but they were good at distracting you. You kept your vibrator on low, watching them with each other. Despite all of the sass they gave each other, a great amount of care went into everything they did. Geto was slow and thorough, properly prepping Gojo before moving on despite how fucking hard he was. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. You wanted to suck the flushed head of his cock into your mouth. You wanted to hear him moan your name.
You knew the very moment Geto hit that magic spot inside of Gojo. He gasped and curse, pressing his face into the mattress. You moaned involuntarily at the sound of his pleasure. You wondered how loud they had the phone because both of them looked in your direction.
“Fuck, princess I wish you were here,” Gojo moaned, “I wish I could kiss those soft fucking lips, have my mouth on your perfect tits and ah! Ah, make you cum on my tongue.”
You thought your heart might burst from your chest. It was really a huge disservice to you that Gojo was so goddamn pretty. If you were there you’d give him whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. Geto always said that you weren’t helping with Gojo’s spoiled brat personality, but how were you supposed to deny him anything when he said it like that? Fuck, you’d sign over your soul if he asked you for it like that. You couldn’t help it.
“Are you ready for me?” Geto asked him.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” Gojo said eagerly, pressing his hips back against Geto.
“Calm down, I’ll give you what you want.”
You kept your eyes on Geto’s face as you circled your clit with your vibrator. It was also a g-spot stimulator so when you tired of using the tip to stimulate your clit, you could plunge it inside of you as well. It wasn’t as long or as thick as either of your boyfriends, but it did the job in a pinch. For now you were content to keep teasing yourself.
Geto’s jaw dropped as he slowly pressed into Gojo. You always liked to watch his face when he finally got inside one of you. It was so pretty, the gentle “o” that his pretty pink lips made. His head tipped all the way back before he rolled his neck as if stretching it. The moment his hips were flush with Gojo’s ass he bent down and kissed up his spine. Gojo’s forehead was pressed against the mattress as he fought to even breathe with Geto buried so deep inside of him. He didn’t know how you took him so often. Every time made him feel like he was going to lose his damn mind. His kisses topped at his shoulder and then Geto grabbed a handful of his hair.
“You’re being rude, Satoru. Look at the show our princess is putting on for us.”
Gojo’s eyes focused on you. Your legs were spread wide for them giving them a beautiful view of your wet pussy. One of your hands had gone up to start worrying your breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple. He’d never been so fucking jealous of you before.
“Turn up your vibrator, sweetheart,” Geto said turning his sly gaze up to you. You did as he said, unable to hold in your high pitched whine at the stark increase in pleasure, “Too bad you didn’t bring your rose. We could have really had fun,” He lifted Gojo’s head a bit more by the hand in his snow white hair, “ Keep your eyes on her while a fuck you, Satoru. Make sure she doesn’t take that vibe off her pretty pussy.”
Gojo blinked heavily trying to focus on you as Geto slowly pulled out of him. If he was honest, his train of thought couldn’t even go that far. The feeling of Geto stretching him so deliciously was clouding his head. He had a feeling that Geto didn’t really expect him to be of much use. Sure, Gojo was a man who had his fair share of earthly pleasures and if it was anyone else doing this to him he wouldn’t be so overwhelmed but the two of you were just different. It scratched some weird sentimental part of his brain to have the two people he’d spent most of his life with treat him to the most sweetest of pleasures. It always got to him. The most he could do was fantasize about getting his mouth on you. If you were here you’d be laid out so beautiful for him and he’d bury his face between your legs, take out all the pent up feelings swirling in his chest on you. He couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to whether or not you were following Geto’s rules.
You were though. Of course you were. You watched the slow pace Geto set and listened to the answering sounds that Gojo made. Allegedly, men often hid the sounds they made, but you’d simply never experienced that with these two as your frame of reference. They couldn’t shut up if their lives depended on it, and you loved it. You watched Geto apply a little more lube to his length before pushing into Gojo harshly. Gojo sucked in a harsh breath arching his back as he pressed back into him greedily. They were beautiful together. This was not your first time watching them, and obviously it wouldn’t be the last. They were such stark opposites, coming together in the best way. One could argue that Gojo brought out the worst in Geto, in fact many people had argued that, but seeing them like this, you knew Gojo just invited Geto to let go a little. He wasn’t so tightly bound, or committed to being particularly nice. Gojo didn’t always like it “Nice”. They were more themselves when they were together. Despite even Geto’s best efforts you could see the effect that Gojo had on him. His brows were knitted together in a truly desperate expression as if he were internally bargaining with himself to keep his cool. When Gojo dropped his head to the mattress again, choking on sobbing moans as Geto’s hips smacked against his ass over and over, Geto pushed more of his weight against him until his stomach collapsed to the bed. Then he put a hand around the front of his throat making him keep his head up.
“Look at her, you said you missed her right? You wanted to be buried in that wet pussy? If you ignore her now, I won’t let you anywhere near her for weeks after she gets back. And I’ll fuck her in front of you, make her scream my name right in your face. Keep your fucking eyes on her.”
You moaned heavily, feeling yourself clench around nothing. His eyes were on you again, that sly mean smile in place. Sure the expression was cruel, but it was also beguiling like a snake in the garden promising the best of earthly pleasures, “Aw, feeling empty, baby?”
“Yes,” you answered.
“Good. That’s what happens when you leave us, sweetheart. That’s what happens when you leave me to deal with this whiny little slut. Fuck he can’t compare to your pussy, princess.”
The first time Geto started playing this game in the bedroom, you hadn’t liked it at all, afraid that Geto was trying to make Gojo resent you, but Gojo liked to be degraded every once in a while. You supposed it was the kind of thing you should have expected from him considering how much he told you he liked it when you were mean to him. Even so, it was rarely anything you could pull off as well as Geto could. It was too obvious you didn’t mean a single disparaging thing you said. When Geto did it, you knew Gojo ate it up.
“Forcing me to spill my load in this dirty cumslut when it should be in you. Don’t you like it when I cum in you and make Satoru eat it out?” He cooed at you sweetly. Both you and Gojo moaned out a wanton “yes”. Geto moved faster inside of Gojo and his moans were making it hard for you to hold back.
The sounds Geto made really weren’t helping your case.
“Sugar,” you whined.
“Don’t worry, baby, he’s close too. I can feel how tight you’re getting, Satoru. Why don’t you let go? Don’t you wanna see her cum. Don’t torture her, she’s always so good to you. She always cums fast for you doesn’t she?”
“Fuck!” Gojo cursed, “I can’t! I can’t, please I need more.”
“Oh, you greedy slut. You need more? I’ll give you more.” Geto bit into Gojo’s shoulder as he moved faster inside of him, adding that bite of pain that Gojo needed in order to cum. You watched Gojo’s vibrant blue eyes roll back as he panted only to moan out a seemingly endless stream of curses. You couldn’t help coming as Gojo did. Your pleasure tore through you viciously and Geto lifted his head in time to see it with an intoxicating grin. Gojo couldn’t lift his head to even look at you as Geto continued to fuck him.
“Dammit, cum already,” Gojo moaned at length.
“Beg for it, slut.”
“Fuck, please cum in me. Please! Suguru.”
Suguru came like that, listening to Gojo beg him for it. He came with a heavy moan that made your spine tingle. What you would give to be home right now, to hear that sound in person. Everything was still for a moment after that, just the sound of your own heavy breathing and theirs. Geto’s body almost completely covered Gojo’s. He slowly, and gently pulled out of him after some immeasurable amount of time. Geto pressed kisses along his shoulders.
“That was good, Satoru.”
“Yeah?” Gojo breathed and you could hear the cocky grin in his voice.
“Mmhm. You’re so obedient,” Geto teased, before pinching his ass.
“Fuck you.” There was no real venom behind the phrase, and soon enough Geto was kissing him, a soft sweet exchanged that wasn’t meant to lead to anything else. It was just for comfort. You tried to sigh quietly as you remembered, begrudgingly that you wouldn’t be receiving any kisses because you were thousands of miles away. Despite your best attempt to be quiet, Geto seemed to hear you.
“When you come home we’ll take care of you princess, you were perfect as always,” he gave you a tired smile.
“I’m gonna hold you both to that. I don’t wanna work for it at all.”
“Like you ever do,” Gojo scoffed.
“Oh? We’ll remember that the next time you want her to ride you.” Geto quipped.
“Wait, no!”
“We’re gonna get cleaned up. Talk to you later,” Geto chuckled crawling off the bed gracelessly to get to the phone.
“Okay… bye. I love you.” You said softly.
“I love you too,” he said and Gojo echoed that sentiment from his place sprawled on the bed. When they hung up you were left in your empty ass hotel room alone. What a joke.
When you got home a few days later it was in the middle of the day. The driver dropped you off. As soon as you stepped in, you let out a heavy sigh. The house was empty. Gojo’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant that he’d actually gone into the office for once. Geto was definitely at work, but you knew he would be. This was probably for the best. You needed to get some sleep. Sure it would obliterate your sleep schedule, but traveling through time zones was a bitch and you really needed a nap. You left your luggage at the foot of the stairs, not even entertaining the idea of trying to carry them up. One or both of the boys would get them. You made a beeline for the shower and then your bed.
When Gojo got in, he noticed your bags at the foot of the stairs. He gave an excited little gasp before bounding up the stairs two at a time to get to your room. He went to loudly greet you but noticed your form in your bed. You were wrapped up in your covers, and honestly easy to miss if not for your bonnet sticking out from under your covers. The sound of your quiet snores is what alerted him to the fact that you were asleep. It stopped him from yelling at the very least but it wasn’t going to stop him from bothering you. Gojo poked his lip out in a dissatisfied pout. He knew he shouldn’t wake you up, and if Geto were here, he’d scold him for even thinking about disrupting your sleep, but… Gojo missed you. You were never gone this long, and sure he had Geto to satisfy his sexual appetite but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t soft like you, and he didn’t have boobs which was really his biggest pit fall. Gojo approached your sleeping form quietly and hooked his fingers into the covers to tug them away from your face. Your lips were slightly parted, making you look so relaxed and comfy. It would be a crime to disturb your sleep. Utterly criminal.
… And then he noticed that your shoulder was bare. He tugged your cover down a bit more only to realize you were wearing a flimsy little tank top. The spaghetti string had fallen off of your shoulder, and one of your boobs had already escaped the neckline. He let out a quiet groan, before bending down to kiss your cheek, and then your lips.
Your eyes fluttered open as you kept feeling someone touch you. You got a glimpse of white hair before you closed your eyes again.
“Hey, Toru.”
“Hi, princess,” he purred, “ you seem tired.”
“You think? That 12 hour flight was killer,” you yawned around your words.
“Oh no,” he cooed, “that’s awful. You should let me, take care of you then. I can’t stand the idea of my baby being so uncomfortable for 12 whole hours.”
“A full 24, honestly,” you responded, stretching your body out long as you settled on your stomach. You knew what Gojo was doing, you just didn’t have a problem with it in the slightest. He always cooed and fawned over you when he wanted something. As long as he didn’t expect you to move by yourself then he could have whatever he wanted.
“Let me help you relax then.”
“Do what you want, Toru, just don’t get in my bed with your outside clothes on.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You kept your eyes closed. Your eyelids were just too heavy to keep open. Even with that, you weren’t quite asleep yet. Your consciousness was kind of floating in that dreamlike half awake, half asleep state. You could hear everything happening around you. You just couldn’t be bothered to move your heavy limbs. The weight in the bed shifted as Gojo got in with you. He kissed the back of your neck as he slowly wound his arms around your waist and pulled you in tight against him.
“I missed you,” he groaned.
“Hm, you just missed being between my legs. I can tell you’re already hard.”
“That’s because I love you, idiot,” he grumbled, “I can miss you in more ways than one.”
You hummed to show that you heard him, “I thought maybe you were going to fix the fact that you missed being between my legs.”
“Can I?”
“Mmhm, but I’m dead tired, so I’m not going to be doing any tricks,” you breathed.
“That’s fine. I just need you to be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”
He smiled at the desperate little sound you made for him at that request. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck again, letting his his hands rub up the smooth skin of your legs. Once he got to the waistband of your underwear he gripped it and started tugging your panties down. You did him the courtesy of at least lifting your hips so that he could get them off of you easily. That was the extent of the work you intended to put into this. You wound up back on your stomach when he stopped holding you against him. Soon enough his kisses returned to your back, trailing down your spine. His hands, huge in general but also in comparison to your body ,smoothed along your until they were at your hips. Then he gripped your hips and lifted them before hooking one of his arms under you to keep you up while he snatched a few extra pillows from the head of your bed and stuffed them under your hips. To this you had no complaints, because you simply had no intentions of doing the work necessary to keep yourself in this position naturally. Your back arched with the added height at your hips and you just relaxed into it.
Gojo settled behind you, knocking your legs open a bit wider in the process. He gazed down at you where you already wet for him, though he’d seen you wetter, and he would see to it that you were absolutely glistening before he got to the main event. He opened you up with his thumbs as he gripped around the very tops of your thighs.
The moment he pressed his mouth to you, you felt like the deepest most private parts of soul had been freed. Geto and Gojo often tried to get you to admit to having a preference for who went down on you. In all honesty, you liked them equally for different purpose. Gojo for foreplay was perfect, he was good at what he did but ultimately too impatient to do the things that Geto would. Perfect for getting started and making you hungry for more… ridiculously hungry for more. If you wanted to have your soul snatched via someone’s tongue then… Geto was your guy. He was stubborn, and so if he was determined to eat you out for an hour or more, then that’s what he would do, and nothing short of a safe word could stop him. Different approaches for different times. Gojo’s tongue was working wonders for his purpose.
You moaned into your pillow as you felt him suck at your clit, tongue pulsing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he took a break from that he would tease your entrance with his tongue, pushing in a bit then licking broad stripes up your pussy before doing it again. It made you ache for him to get inside you. His tongue wasn’t nearly long or thick enough to satisfy you, you wanted something more and you knew that’s what he meant to provoke from you. Just when you felt like you’d bust from the way his tongue teased you, he went back to worrying your clit, a cycle that had your legs shaking and you whining in no time.
“Satoru, fuck me, please fuck me.”
“I thought you were gonna let me do what I want?” He teased spreading your pussy lips open even with his thumbs before flicking his tongue quickly, with feather like strokes against your clit.
“Ah, Toru, please!” You whined. He bit the back of your thigh, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to serve as a punishment for going back on your word. Of course, he set out to make you eat your words. He knew how to satisfy you. He knew what would have made you squirm in his hold and call out his name. He knew what you liked, but he was admittedly being selfish, a little resentful that you’d been gone so long. The first woman he ever bothered to commit himself to and you left for two whole weeks. Career be damned, he missed you. It tugged in his chest and hearing you beg him like this was only just beginning to soothe the scorching flame in the pit of his stomach.
He pulled back to look at you, a bit mesmerized by the way your sex glistened in the light. He pet through your wetness gently, watching webs of slick between your pussy and his fingers stretch until they broke and then doing it again. At length he sighed pushed you over on your side and then your back. You blinked up at him awake enough, at this moment to look at you.
“Hi princess.” He smiled at you, deceptively kind. He meant to make you cry.
“Satoru,” you breathed reaching out for him. Your hands landed at his waist and you pulled him down to kiss you. Of course you tasted yourself all over his mouth but you didn’t mind. In fact you loved it. He kissed you back reverently as if the act itself could get him off. You could feel the slow grind of his hips against yours, making his sex run through your wetness.
“Please, Satoru,” you whined, “please get inside of me. I need you, baby.”
“Yeah?” He purred pulling away from you to look at the absolutely debauched expression on your face. He’d never get sick of the sight you were when you were desperate for him. You were just so pretty and soft and sweet and if you kept moaning his name like that he was going to do something crazy like buy you the moon, or never let you leave his side again. Your pleas never stopped as he rolled his hips against yours, giving you the smallest taste of what you wanted. He kissed you, chaste kisses that only frustrated you. You wanted his tongue, you wanted him to press his mouth against you like he always did, like he Wass searching for something in your mouth. But no. He wasn’t searching now. He had everything he was looking for right under him. Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back to look at you.
You couldn’t help the small whimper that left your throat as you saw the way Gojo looked down his nose at you. It was an arrogant expression, and as you met eyes one side of his mouth quirked up in an arrogant smile that was more like a sneer. He took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks with the pads of his fingers.
“You’re lucky you’re a cute little slut,” he said before letting your face go with a little shove. Despite his words you could read the affection in his eyes, and the way his hand trailed down your body. He guided himself to your entrance pushing the fat head of his cock into you. It felt like you were sucking him in. His breath shuddered. You were so wet. The inside you was so warm, welcoming him in, making it impossible for him to stop.
“I love you,” you whimpered and he almost lost his fucking mind. He’d fucked a lot of women but you fucked with his head. No matter how many times he had you, hearing you whimper how much you loved him while he was deep inside you made him want to tear you apart. It made him want to give you the world, stay inside you for the rest of his life, or maybe spend all day making you whine and cry for him. There were too many things he wanted at once. For now, he just changed his pace. He fucked you hard, gripping the headboard for leverage, listening to the sound of your frantic moans. Your breasts bounced with the impact of his thrust. It annoyed him that he couldn’t maintain this angle and pace while also sucking your nipples. They deserved to be sucked, and you deserved to be kissed, and choked, and driven out of your mind with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he cursed an absolutely devastated sound as he kept looking at your pretty body and how you took him so well, “You’re so fucking pretty. I’m gonna make you cum and then I’m gonna fill you up and fuck my cum into you until you can fucking taste it. Gonna go so fucking deep all you can think about is my cock.”
“Satoru, please,” you were trembling already as you pressed your shaky hands against his back, “Hold me. Hold me please.”
It struck something soft in his heart to hear your shaky voice begging for him like that. You’d be the death of him. Every time you needed him like this it just made him that much crazier about you. He pressed against you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed his face against your neck.
The longer you were with Gojo the more you realized no one ever had him the way you did. Sure, you heard the stories about him, the way he could have a woman dickmatized with just one night. He was ruthless, nearly sadistic in the pleasure he gave, notoriously down for just about anything. He’d make you beg for him to tear you apart. But your Gojo, the man irrevocably in love with you felt like he’d never be satisfied until the two of you found away to be permanently one. He was suffocating, overwhelming, bombarding you with wave after of molten hot pleasure, spewing the dirtiest phrases from those pretty pink lips, promising you the world, promising you forever, promising infinite possibilities. And you wanted it all.
You felt so much at once with him that it made your mind go blank, feeling everything and nothing, paralyzed with pleasure so deep it felt like he’d grabbed hold of your very soul. You felt the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. He pulled back to look at you, holding your face in his hand again, studying the tears trailing down your cheeks. He watched the tears roll down and he didn’t have the rational mind to stop him from licking the tears from your cheek.
“Love it when you cry for me, princess,” he let go of your face so he could lean down and growl in your ear. You were stuck, holding your breath just before everything hit you. You came with a harsh shout before biting into Gojo’s shoulder, needing to ground yourself and knowing Gojo needed his pleasure with a side of pain. You felt him shudder against you, thrusting through the pulses of your cunt and moaning into your ear. You wrapped both of your legs around him, just wanting to be close to him. He just kept going, chasing his own high. Before long he crushed his lips against yours, only to open your mouth with his and moan breathlessly. He gripped your thigh; your legs were already firmly wrapped around him, crossed at the ankle so that he could not escape you. It was more than welcomed. Gojo had no intention of escaping anywhere. His fingers would probably leave marks but your heavy moans and gasped continued to egg him on as he chased his release. He switched between kissing you and moaning into your mouth until he felt that pressure at the base of his spine becoming unbearable and he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut.
“‘M gonna fill you up, baby. Fuck gonna get you so full… fucking you so deep, think you’ll give me a baby, princess? Fuck!” He came shoving in deep and coaxing and wounded sound from your throat. He thrust into you erratically, riding out the heavy aftershocks of his orgasm. The two of you stayed like that, suspended in the moment, waiting for your blood to stop rushing and for rational thought to return to your brains. You didn’t even mind that Gojo was kind of crushing you.
You were staring up at the ceiling sightlessly until Gojo got out of you. Then your heavy eyelids shut of their own volition as you felt him begin to ooze out of you when he pulled out. He sat back on his knees to look at you. Your breasts were completely free of your loose tank top and your hands were above your head. He looked between your legs, watching his cum spill out of you for a moment. It was a slow drip, he liked the contrast of the his cum against your skin when you were already so wet that the petals of your sex glistened for him, a flower or brown and pink. He collected his cum on his fingers then pushed them inside of you. You made a soft whining sound obviously half asleep again. He bent down to kiss your breasts, sucking each nipple gently.
“I love you, princess.” He lifted his head to look at you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes closed.
“Hold me, Toru, please.”
“Of course,” Gojo settled at your side and pulled you back against him. He kissed your shoulder, “Thanks for that. Sugu’s been pitching all the time. You know he’s a control freak.”
“Yeah, a real pain in the ass,” you joked smirking a little.
“Tell me about it,” he giggled, bringing one of his hands to hold one of your boobs, “Mm and I missed these. Pecs just don’t hit like tits do. Fuck.”
You were already beginning to drift off to sleep, “Do what you want, Satoru, just don’t wake me up.”
“Dangerous game you’re playing sweetheart.”
“Hmm, I like waking up to a pleasant surprise.”
Geto walked into the house with a heavy sigh a few hours later. He was eager to get out of his work clothes, but as he walked through the front room he noticed your luggage by the stares. An involuntary smile spread across his face. You were home. He’d missed you so much while you were gone. He grabbed your bags and took them upstairs. Your bedroom door was open and the canopy around your bed was closed, jumbling the view of your form with its mesh curtains, he did immediately notice white hair. Which did not surprise him because your room smelled like sex. He set down your luggage and went over to push aside one curtain. Your eyes were closed, and Gojo was… sucking hickies on your chest in the shape of a heart.
“Give the poor thing a chance to rest,” Geto sighed in a hushed tone. Satoru lifted his head and grinned.
“I’ve got the green light to do what I want.”
“And you obviously don’t want her to get good rest.”
“She’s out.” Gojo shrugged resuming his previous task. Geto looked at your face and sighed. You looked dead. The only way he knew you were alive was the simple fact that he could hear your heavy breathing. The covers were still partially over you. Gojo pulled back to look at his work with a juvenile grin before he started shifting lower.
“Gonna see if I can get my name on her inner thigh.”
“Satoru, no.”
“Yeah, Gojo would probably be easier-“
“No, stop giving her hickies. What are you 16?”
“In none of the ways that matter.”
“What the fuck is the supposed to mean?” Geto balked.
“Shh you’ll wake her up. Are you going to join us or just watch?”
“How long has she been asleep?”
“Five hours.”
“Let her sleep a bit longer, Satoru.”
“Or, or, You could eat what’s left of my cum out of her.”
Geto hated to admit it but his mouth subtly started watering at the thought of it. He missed the taste of you, and the sweet sound of your pleasure. He missed the warmth of your thighs around his head. It was hard for him to turn that prospect down. He missed you terribly and he wanted nothing more than to be between your legs. Being in your arms was a close second but that wasn’t available right now.
“Fuck,” he sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. It was a little ridiculous how easy it was for Gojo to talk him into his antics.
“See? You missed her too. She’ll be happy to see you, even happier to see you like this.”
Once his shirt was off he took off his pants so you wouldn’t gripe at him about his outside clothes. Gojo watched with unadulterated desire as Geto stood on the side of the bed shirtless, looking every bit like a work of art. The tattoos on his left pec were vibrant, a feast for the eyes. He took down the top section of his hair that he had up so he could put all of his hair up. He twisted his long hair into a tight bun before securing it. Even still, he knew it wouldn’t last once you awakened and put your fingers in his hair. How he long to feel the rounded edge of your nails against his scalp. Was it his primary motivation for being sure you always had a fresh manicure? Absolutely. He loved the feeling of your nails on him, against his scalp, his back, anywhere.
Gojo pulled the covers back for Geto. He watched him get settled between your legs and looked up at your face to see you were still knocked out. Geto wasted no time spreading you open and licking a broad stripe up your sex. He could taste Gojo on you and he wouldn’t give Gojo the satisfaction of knowing that made this even hotter. Gojo went back to work on your breasts.
Your body felt hot all over. You felt beyond feverish, more like an open fire, a smoldering inferno. Pleasure rolled through you like coming storm. You wanted to open your eyes but it was just so hard to will yourself awake and present. It was easier to move your limbs though. The movement was lazy and uncoordinated but you brought your hand down to the origin of the toe-curling pleasure and intercepted something.
“Sugu,” you grumbled sleepily as you felt the thick bun at the back of his head. You were rewarded with a sharp suck against your clit. You gasped harshly. It took you a moment to notice that another mouth was on you. Your other hand buried itself in Gojo’s hair as he sucked your nipple.
“Oh my god,” you whined.
Geto seemed set on making you lose your mind as he shook as head to settle in right against your clit. He loved the way you whined for him, how your body writhed, how you begged saying his name like a prayer. Your voice broke as you rolled your hips against his mouth.
“Sugu, baby yes! Fuck! Fuck! Right there!”
He knew. You didn’t need to tell him, but he didn’t mind hearing it. In fact he loved hearing it, and feeling your nails scrape against his scalp. Your hands turned to claws as you clenched around nothing which was really a shame. He slipped two of his fingers in you easily to rectify that injustice, curling them against your upper walls and feeling you tremble. Your breath came in quick puffs, every other exhale was a moan or barely restrained scream for God. It amused him that you thought there was anything that could save you from what he planned to do to you.
Your sounds were suddenly muffled and Geto opened his eyes to see that Gojo was kissing you. It was a deep, borderline nasty, kiss that was more like tongue fucking your mouth. His hand was wrapped around your throat. He only pulled back to speak to you. Gojo was speaking in your ear, words Geto could not hear but he felt the effect his words had on you. If you got any wetter he might actually drown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wasn’t afraid of that at all.
“We’re gonna fuckin’ ruin you, gonna make you see stars, baby. You’re all ours now, and we’re gonna take good care of you, sweetheart.”
Geto did something between your legs that made you see God. Your back arched of its own volition as you gasped before the full brunt of mind numbing pleasure hit you. Your whole body was so overwhelmed you thought for sure that you were going to shake apart. If Gojo was still talking then you definitely couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears. It was like when explosions go off in movies. Everything was muffled as pressure took away every sense that wasn’t dedicated to experiencing the onslaught of pleasure Geto waged upon you. Then it all came back and you could hear Gojo speaking to you, low and steady. You could hear the obscene slurping sounds Geto made between your legs. You could hear your own wanton moans, out of breath and frantic as the aftermath of Geto’s ruinous mouth set in and worse he was still going.
You couldn’t breathe, or rather you couldn’t relax your body enough to get a breath. You sat up trying to push away with your hands on the bed and for the first time you opened your eyes, seeing Geto between your legs. His eyes were closed and he held you to his mouth with both arms, muscles bulging with his strength. You weren’t going anywhere. You fell back against the pillows, into Gojo’s waiting arms, where he was eager to up the ante. He kissed your cheek and then down your throat.
You were speaking nonsense, promises of love, profane curses, exclamations to God, perhaps speaking in tongues. Your own voice was lost on you, just another set of sensations washing over you, as you drowned in the tides of pleasure. It felt like an exorcism and an apotheosis, losing your mind and find it all at once. You knew the rumors about Geto before you ever started dating. Sweet Geto Suguru, level headed Geto Suguru, ever the gentleman, he’d make a girl worship at his feet by the end of the night. Not that he ever asked them to anything of the sort, he didn’t have to. They were wrong though, since the first time he ever touched you, since the first time he got his mouth on you he drank of your nectar like it was sweetest communion. From his devotion to following your squirming hips, you’d think this was the most ardent act of theophagy. If anyone was getting the sacramental treatment in the bedroom it was you.
By the time Geto decided you’d had enough you had nothing left. You’d basically pledged lifelong companionship to him while in the throes of pleasure. Your muscles were spent, your mind was blank, you were silent save your heavy breathing. He kissed up your body slowly, reverently as if savoring his last meal. Then his face was above yours, the shorter hairs that framed his face had escaped his bun, the bun itself was hanging on by a thread thanks to the way you’d tugged at it.
“Welcome home,” he smiled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Mm, it’s good to be back.”
Gojo kissed your cheek, “Good to have you back. We missed you like crazy.”
“Can I actually sleep this time? I’m dead tired.”
“Mmhm. Suguru, want me to suck you off?” Gojo offered, knowing Geto was probably so hard it was uncomfortable. You’d put on quite the show for them.
“Nah, our princess will take care of me when she wakes up won’t she?”
“You bet your sweet ass I will. If you think you can handle it, I’ll keep you warm in the mean time. But I’m really going to sleep so be warned.”
Geto groaned, “Fuck, I love you.” He pushed you onto your side and pulled you back against him.
“I love you too,” you sighed feeling him against your lower back. Some graceless shuffling and wiggling around later and Suguru was slowly sliding between your thighs. The sensation was kind of soothing. Then he lifted your leg only for Gojo to guide him inside of you. You actually liked cockwarming. It was the weirdest thing to get sappy about but you liked being joined like that, being as close as possible. It made you feel safe, especially as his arms wrapped around you. It was torture for the boys though, the only kind of torture against them you were proficient in. You were genuinely satisfied to stay just like this for any amount of time.
Gojo watched Geto’s face with poorly contained amusement. The best part about having you home is that you really pushed Geto to his limits. It was something about the sweetness of you, the way it balanced out Gojo’s bite that really seemed to fuck with Geto. Geto’s cheeks were red, he could tell even in the limited light of your bedroom. It was way past sunset now.
“You better not come, Sugu, you promised her a good time. If you cum I’ll be forced to fuck her in front of you for… oh how long did you tell me? A week? You won’t touch her at all. And I’ll have her screaming my name all night,” Gojo taunted. You put one of your legs over his hip, hooking it around him and pulling him in.
“Shh,” you could feel yourself drifting off, “hold me.”
You woke up two hours later, Suguru’s breathing woke you up. It was hot against the nape of your neck. Gojo was curled into you, his face was against your chest and at some point you’d wrapped your arms around him to hold him there. You turned your head but you could only look up at the ceiling.
“You wanna fuck me, sugar?” You murmured, aware of the sticky yet slick wetness smeared between your thighs.
“I’m sorry, you- Fuck, you just started gripping me in your sleep. And you’re so wet.” His voice sounded wrecked. Listening to the state of him set off a fire in your belly that made you tighten around him for a quick moment. He pressed his lips against your shoulders, letting out a wounded sound. You couldn’t have known but he spent the last two hours wide awake, unable to find even the smallest amount of relaxation as your wet heat held him. He’d kept his eyes closed, tried to think of any amount of unsexy things to rise to the challenge he’d accepted. However, his self control was crumbling the very moment he slid home inside of you. It felt so good, and so right. How was he supposed to relax?
“Hm, I was dreaming of you,” you admitted with a smile, thinking of the fading whispers of the dream you were in before he woke you, “Go on, I can take it. Fuck me.”
He moaned a devastated sound as he started rocking his hips into you. He kissed any part of your body that was close to him. You were wet and well past dripping, more like soaking. Every time his hips pressed against your ass he could feel your slick and as he pulled away, there was the slight stick of slowly drying cum. Your body was hot and impossibly soft against him, drawing him in, gripping at him as if it never wanted to let him go.
“I’m not gonna last long, sweet heart,” His voice shook with the restraint it took him not to just cum on the spot. The deep desperate timbre of his voice buzzed inside of your head, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.
“I know. Don’t worry, Satoru’s sleeping and I won’t hold it against you.”
He moved slowly careful not to jostle you too much. However Gojo was a heavy sleeper so he could get away with quite a bit as long as his pace was steady. He lifted you leg , changing the angle to get deeper inside of you as you lie on your side. You moaned a low guttural sound and it tingled from the back of his head to the base of his spine to hear you sound so gone with pleasure.
The angle Geto was at made him butt right up against your g-spot. You tried to hold back as he started to move faster, moaning unabashedly in your ear, but it was really inevitable what was going to happen.
“Sugu, you’re gonna make me-“
“You two are going at it already? Did he break the rule?” Satoru asked sleepily as the sound and motion of your coupling woke him. Before he could properly get his bearings? he felt something warm and wet splash against him, and continue to splash as Geto kept fucking into you. Geto came with a shout grabbing onto you with bruising force as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure crashing into his body. His sensitivity had already been heightened by how long he postponed his orgasm. He swore he was going to black out now that your sex kept spasming, clamping down with a vice-like grip. He couldn’t even stand to overstimulate himself. He had to get out of your pulsing sex lest it drive him absolute feral. He rolled on to his back, cursing sharply.
He threw his arm over his face. “And you two call me a goddamn monster! Give me back my soul, woman,” he said breathlessly. You giggled at his remark, nearly delirious.
“That was disgusting,” Gojo complained looking down at the wetness dripping down his stomach and crotch, “think you can do it again?”
You took note of the brightness in his eyes. He really was a bit crazy. “Let me sleep!!!!”
“You can’t sleep in a wet spot, baby,” he settled with a little laugh, “Come on.”
“I’m sleeping. Move me how you wish but the sex machine is closed for maintenance. I have had enough.”
Gojo didn’t actually want to be inside you, he just wanted to see you squirt again. He could wait for that. The three of you had the rest of your lives together. He did pick you up so he could move you to his room and clean you up a bit. You were pretty much asleep as he drew the warm towel between your legs, and pressed sweet kisses to your body.
You felt him drop you carelessly on his bed. Any other time you would complain about it but you really didn’t have it in you. In another couple of minutes you felt him cover you with his comforter and bring his body close to your. You smiled as you felt him rest his cheek against one of your boobs and the hold the other one, “I love you.”
“I love yoooour boobs. I love your boobs.”
You smacked him in the back of his head and listened to his laughter. He turned and kissed your tit before settling back against it.
“I love you too.”
“Where’s Sugar?”
“Probably struggling to use his legs. You did a number on him. That fucking mega super soaker 3000 between your legs really took him out.”
You let out a loud laugh, “Shut up!”
“I saw his knees knock like a newborn fawn.”
You couldn’t stop giggling. The two of you were inconsolable when Suguru made it to the bedroom. You both turned to look at him. He was leaning against the doorframe staring at the two of you with a small frown. He looked tired. You both laughed even harder.
“Whats so funny?”
“Nothing,” you answered, closing your eyes. You didn’t want him to provoke him into having something to prove. Gojo nuzzled into your chest more comfortably.
“Come to bed, Suguru.”
It wasn’t until Suguru joined the two of you that you felt sleep tugging you into its depths. You hoped to sleep for the next 12-14 hours.
Summary:Instead of saying good job, good work, or even thank you Professor Geto always tells his intrepid assistant ‘good girl’. After three straight years of hearing the phrase you’d think you would be used to it, but as you are coming close to graduating from your grad program your ability to handle such a simple phrase wanes. In his office, where you’ve spent hours, together the cord finally snaps and you make an impulsive decision you hope you don’t regret.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Cunnilingus, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal Sex, Blow job, unprotected sex, Legal Age gap (reader is 25), Professor AU, non curse AU
You came into his office bringing in the clean sweet smell of your perfume and the cocoa butter on your skin. You’ve been Geto’s assistant for three years so he assures himself it’s not odd to be accustomed to the smell of your perfumes. You have two for everyday, and at least one other one for special occasions. In the winter there’s a sweet gourmand scent like vanilla cream soda. It’s pleasant with a bit of spice to keep the scent from being sickeningly sweet. In the summer you wear a cleaner scent, that lets the cocoa butter on your skin take center stage with the more flowery fresh scents in the background. It’s nice. He breathes it in as you lean over him to set down print outs he asked for.
“That’s Monday’s quiz, and because I’m awesome I also graded the last quiz for you since you’re a little behind.”
“You’re not supposed to grade quizzes,” he chided lightly, taking the graded quizzes from you.
“You can check over my judgment. It’ll be faster than doing it all yourself. Plus, most of it was multiple choice anyway. There was just one essay question and it’s philosophy 100. Have a little faith in me.”
“And the research I asked for?” he asked without looking up.
“I emailed the links and citations because I figured it would be easier. Plus, I’ve put in interlibrary requests for some of the texts because I know you prefer physical copies.”
“Hm, good girl,” he praised, cutting his eyes up at you for a moment. That moment, mixed with his words was enough to make you want to melt.
This was your third year as Professor Suguru Geto’s teacher’s assistant and you were about to lose your mind. When you enrolled in grad school at this university you knew you’d need to get work study hours, and you searched far and wide for a position that fit. When you found Dr. Geto, it felt like a dream come true. You’d only minored in Philosophy and Religion. You majored in Sociology, something that relied quite a bit on understanding abstract concepts that couldn’t quite be tested and it prepared you for the heavy burden of finding citations for Geto, grading quizzes, and generally doing whatever he asked of you. It started out as a simple job… but with two devastating words he changed everything, “Good girl.” Instead of saying “good job” or “well done” or even a simple “Thank you” this man said “Good girl” in his velvet smooth voice when he was pleased with you. The first time you heard him say it, you thought you were going to melt. You broke out into a sweat, and your heart pounded like crazy. You might have even giggled like an inexperienced school girl. Hearing it one time made you want to hear it again.
Look you usually weren’t so depraved but Dr. Geto was hot. And well, he was kind of hard not to like. After three years sitting in an office with him, reading over scholarly texts, exchanging thoughts, making witty jokes it was hard not to regard him as something other than just your boss. He never put that kind of weight on a working relationship, and more than once he’d spoken candidly to give you advice.
Either way, when he said “Good girl” this time you don’t giggle but you do flush, something you hope he can’t discern from your skintone. Its unlikely, but your skin feels exceptionally hot. It doesn’t help that he has his forearms out, or that his hair is up in a hastily formed bun that looked seconds from falling. He must have been fussing with it absently. It’s a habit he has that you find charming. When he’s thinking he’ll run his hands through his hair and if he’s got it in a bun then he sort of rakes his fingers into it, gradually loosening the hairtie’s hold on the inky black strands.
“Dr. Geto,” you addressed and then cleared your throat as your voice came out a bit thick due to the things on your mind. He hummed to prompt you to continue, turning his face slightly towards you as he looked at the papers in front of him.
You continued, “So as you know, I’m graduating this year-”
He made a sound of disappointment, “Please, don’t remind me. I’ve been trying to forget.”
You smiled at that and you had to bite your lip to keep from full on cheesing, “Sorry to remind you, but I wanted to ask for a letter of recommendation from you. There’s this job in the city that I’ve got my eyes on, and I think I word from such an esteemed and respect professor might up my chances.”
He cut his eyes over to you, “No need to butter me up, you know I’ll do it for you.”
“Thank you, I’ll email you more information about the position. You’ve got a few months to get it done. I know everyone comes asking for letters of rec at the end of the year so I tried to get ahead of the curve.”
“Always so conscientious. That’ll be in the letter. She truly thinks of everything before you even have a chance to ask.” He rested his chin on the bridge of his fingers as he looked at you now. You laughed as his gaze made you shy. He continued, “For the record I don’t write very many letters of recommendations. Very few students perform to the standards necessary for me to gloat about them. But you, I could write volumes about you.”
“Alright, Dr. Geto, no need to butter me up. I’ll take a trip to the mailroom for you if that’s what you want.”
He straightened up a bit, “Oh, would you? I’m sure the damn box is already full.”
“Dr. Gojo keeps sending you program pamphlets?”
“You know it,” he sighed, and he released you from the near petrifying effects of his gaze. You hurried out of the office to get your head on straight. Something about the way he said “I could write volumes about you.” had your heart sprinting like you were on the last stretch of a marathon.
Geto raked his fingers through his hair once you were out of the room wondering why he had said that as well. You were smiling at him as he heaped on the praise and the tips of your ears were red, a charming attribute he’d noticed for the first time last year when you had your hair pulled up. He liked how you looked when you were bashful, and that only happened when he heaped on the praise. Though, he hadn’t lied at all in his praises. He doubted he’d ever stumble upon a TA as good as you again. He was more organized than he was for even his first year as a professor. He knew you’d excel wherever you went, but he was still sad to see you go. He really had been trying to forget that you graduated soon. You came back with his mail which was mostly things from his best friend and colleague, Gojo. He was traveling at the moment, and had the awful habit of sending pamphlets from all of the conferences he went to. The weird moment from before seemed all but forgotten and so you sat at a separate table in his office doing your usual load of work before you left for the day. You told him to have a nice weekend on your way out.
Geto was no stranger to working weekends. It happened all the time as the year began to wind down. His crisis today was that he couldn’t find the one of the files you said you sent over… which was more than likely his fault because sometimes he put things in nonsense places on his computer. He really needed to get this work in today, and though he rarely ever contacted you on the weekends this was an emergency. He took out his phone to send a quick text, and then started looking over the quizzes you graded to bide the time until you answered. Maybe thirty minutes later there was a knock on his door. He called for them to come in.
“Hey, of course you’re the only one working on a Saturday,” you laughed as you came in. He looked up to say something witty about his diligence but when he looked at you his words died in his mouth. He had always considered you to be a well dressed young woman, but more than that, you were modestly dressed, which he guessed made sense because he saw you during working hours. This outfit wasn’t exactly scandalous, but the plaid skirt you wore stopped at about mid thigh and there was a sliver of your thigh exposed before over-the-knee socks covered the rest of your leg.
He cleared his throat, “I hope I didn’t take you away from an engagement. You could have emailed me.”
You waved him off as you came around his desk, with your eyes on his computer, “No, you actually saved me from a good awful lunch date. I needed this excuse.”
He moved aside a bit as you went towards the computer. You bent down to grab the mouse and as he inhaled he smelled that perfume that you used for special occasions. It was light and sweet, the kind of smell that would linger for a bit even after you moved away.
“Oh, then you’re welcome. Any time,” he said.
You laughed, “The dating pool is awful for my generation. I mean God, you’d think we were asking men to jump on a sword for us to prove their love. I asked this guy what he did for a living and he started ranting about gold diggers.”
“Well, I’m afraid it’s not better for people my age either.”
You turned to give him an amused little smirk, “Oh? So you worry about women who are after your money too?… Well at least your money is real.”
He laughed, “I’m sure some men do, but i’m not overly worried about that kind of thing. I work too much. I think you see me more than anyone else besides my students.”
“Lucky me,” you laughed, going back to looking at the files on his computer. You were trying to steady your heart. Hopefully he couldn’t hear how loud it was beating. It was deeply embarrassing just how much a few kind words for him could set you off. You could thank a childhood of being your father’s biggest disappointment for your reaction. He didn’t understand what you did or how you could make money from it. On the flip side, he didn’t really care to know what you did. Now the big question was when you were going to get married.
“A bit late in the semester to be dating. Did you give your thesis to your mentor?”
You nodded, “Yep, did that yesterday evening. I think I’m pretty much done. I’ve got time, don’t worry. Not that it matters now. I’m going to have a lot of time with me and my cat for the foreseeable future…. Oh! Here it is. I knew I could find it.”
He looked at the screen to see the document pulled up on screen. You stood straight and began to move away.
“They say you find someone when you stop looking,” Geto said.
You paused to look at him, still on the same side of the desk as him, “How’s that working out for you?”
He laughed ruefully, “Well, I’m still a bachelor.”
You nodded, “So by that logic you’re still looking.”
He shrugged, “You’re young though. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of options.”
You leaned back against his desk, sitting on the edge of it. Geto was leaned back in his chair and facing you. He wasn’t in his usual button up and slacks, because he obviously had no intentions of teaching today. Instead he wore a black t-shirt that showed off just how muscular he was, and the tattoo on his left upper arm was peeking out of the sleeve. You’d seen him like this before so it wasn’t the shock to your system that the first time had been. Still, he was hot. Especially with his hair half up. The natural waves in his hair made the ends stick out at random. You wondered if that was his way of calling you beautiful, to say that you must have many options.
“It’s not a lack of options, it’s a lack of quality in those options. I’m only 25 but I just feel way too old for the stuff that people do while they’re dating.”
“I hate to break it to you, but age isn’t what’s in your way. It’s just people. It’s hard to find people who use common sense.”
“People like you and me?” you asked in jest.
“Mmhm, because we’re both two perfectly sane people who study cults on the weekdays.”
You threw your head back as you laughed. In looking at your smile he was reminded of something.
“Oh, I meant to give you something yesterday, but I forgot,” he said, standing from his chair. You leaned back against his desk a bit more to maintain personal space without moving. He grabbed an ornate cover and your heart dropped a little. There was one book you’d been lusting after in his collection for years. He had a collector’s edition of Kafka’s The Metamorphosis and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. He turned with it in his hand and gave it to you.
“For putting up with me for three years,” he said with a sheepish smile.
Your jaw was on the floor, “No way, you can’t give gifts now!”
“I’ll forget during finals week. The best time is now. Take it, I’ve seen how much love goes into your personal library. I trust it will be in good hands.”
“This is too much.”
“It’s one of your favorites. Take it. I insist.”
You held the book to your chest and met his gaze, “Thank you, professor. This means a lot to me. And for what it’s worth, I really loved working with you.”
“It was truly a pleasure. You’ve set the bar impossibly high for the next T.A. I don’t know how I’ll survive without you.”
You sighed, “I wish you would have let me interview another student.”
“You had enough on your plate. Stop complaining and be happy about your gift.” he scolded lightly.
You huffed a little then looked down to admire the gold foil lettering on the book.
“Good girl, now I won’t keep you here,” he began but trailed off as you looked up at him.
He was so close to you. The space behind his desk was limited, it was inevitable, but you could literally feel the warmth radiating off of him, you could smell his cologne, and then he just had to go and say that to you. You tipped forward getting off the desk in one swift impulsive moment and you kissed him. No sooner had you done it, did the mortification over what you’d done dawn on you. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you jerked away from him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Geto was still standing there, his face was red and he looked a bit dazed.
“I am so sorry, Dr. Geto, I value our relationship far too much to do something like that I-” you cut off as he kissed you again, his hand coming to rest against your cheek. His mouth was soft yet insistent on yours, and despite your earlier rambling, you relaxed into the kiss easily, letting his tongue into your mouth. Your brain felt a bit fuzzy and you couldn’t even begin to think rationally about the situation, not when he brought his other hand up to hold your waist. You opened your legs to let him move in closer and kiss you deeper. How many times had you looked at Geto’s lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss them? Now you were feeling it and you never wanted to stop kissing him, consequences be damned.
You moaned as his hand flexed against your waist and he pulled away to look at you. Your whole body was hot. You pulled in deep steadying breaths. You knew what he would say, He would tell you this was inappropriate, that the two of you should not be doing this, and you would have to cease contact. That was the responsible thing to do. You can’t look him in the eyes. This is bad, this is really really bad.
“Look at me,” Geto said softly, his hand still on your cheek, but now he was lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. You slowly brought your gaze up to meet his. He peered down at you with something like amusement.
“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly.
“Well, that’s a shame because I’m not.”
You were holding your book to your chest peering up at him with so much bewilderment in those wide innocent eyes. The sight of you made him chuckle.
“Perhaps set the book aside,” he suggested and you did what he said without taking your eyes off of him. He set his hands on the desk on either side of your body, so that he could lean in close to you comfortably.
“Can I have another kiss?” he asked.
You thought you were going to pass out. Things like this literally only happened in your dreams. Still, you weren’t going to shatter the mirage. You nodded, eyes flicking down to look at his lips. You closed your eyes just before your lips met. The moment his lips were on yours that same fevered impulse driven mix of emotions was coursing through your veins. Your body felt like a livewire, and every touch sizzled through your body. Your legs were still open allowing him to get in close. His hands started at your knees then began to slide up the outsides of your thighs. It was all you could do to be still. His hands were warm, and large, encompassing a good portion of your thighs. As he got closer to the apex of your legs you found yourself pulling him in closer.
“I hardly took you for this kind of girl,” he murmured against your lips, “I thought you were a good girl.”
“I am,” the words were out of your mouth before you could think about them, and he didn’t give you time to be mortified by them. He pressed his lips to your pulse point. Your hands gripped the soft cotton t-shirt he wore, hugging him close as he licked and sucked right under your jaw. You whined a quiet moan in spite of your best attempt to keep it down.
“You want more?” he asked, rubbing up and down your thighs, as if to soothe you but the action did anything but soothe you. What you would give to have him bend you over this desk. You were nearly done at this university anyway.
“Yes.”
“Tell me to stop and I’ll let up,” he said on a heavy breath. You pulled back to look at his face. There was still a heavy blush on his face painting his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. You nodded and his hands continued up towards your sex. He rubbed you through your panties, teasing your clit with firm strokes through the material.
“Please.”
“Mmhm,” he hummed, “That’s it, ask nicely.”
“Please,” you repeated, not completely sure of what you were even asking for. You needed him to touch you, to make you feel good, whatever that meant for him you would take it.
“What do you want? Hm, talk to me.” he said in your ear.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I will,” he promised, “but first, let’s see how good you can be for me.” He suddenly moved away from you, grabbing his desk chair and sitting down in it. You wondered at his purpose until he was right between your legs. He opened your legs, fingers skimming across the fabric of your thigh-high socks. He leaned down to kiss right above the tights before inching in closer. Your breath hitched in anticipation when he was as high up as he could go without touching your sex. But then he simply switched legs, giving your other thigh the same treatment. You were reclined back on your palms watching him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. When his mouth finally touched your center it was through your panties. He opened his mouth to set his tongue right against your clothed sex. The warmth of his mouth made you shudder, and the slow saturation of your panties felt down right sinful.
“Professor,” you breathed.
He hummed, and began to move his tongue, dragging the hard point of it between your lips, pushing your panties in with it. He teased you like that, giving you the smallest taste of the friction you wanted.
“Please, please, I need more. Please give me more,” you whined quietly. It was only for his ears.
He pulled away and the wetness of your panties immediately began to cool, “You sound so pretty when you beg for me. Don’t worry, good girls get whatever they want.” He hooked his fingers into your panties and tugged them down your legs. You did your best to get one leg out of them. The moment one leg was free he was right back on you. He swept his tongue between your slit just to get a taste. You fell back on the desk. Your head hung off but you didn’t mind. Not at the moment, anyway. He was tasting you, exploring your sex with his tongue. You tensed as you felt his tongue dip into your entrance.
When he finally decided to stop playing with you, he latched onto your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves. You tried to close your thighs but the chair was in the way. The moment he realized what you were trying to do he grabbed your thighs and held them open as he ate you out like a man starved. You clamped a hand over your mouth as you tried to keep from benign too loud. Only choked off moans escaped you, and they weren’t loud enough to be heard from outside. He didn’t seem interested in letting up at all, because pretty soon he was slipping a finger inside of you, crooking it upwards looking for your spot. When he found it your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you had to bite the meat of your palm to quiet yourself. Beyond the wet sounds of his mouth against your sex and your own heavy breathing there were the small deep sounds of satisfaction the Geto made in your sex. Men had gone down on you before, but it always felt like a means to an end, like they were rushing through this part just so they could get inside of you.
Geto seemed utterly enraptured. He added another finger and your hips lifted up involuntarily. He moaned again, pulling back just enough to speak, “That’s it. Be a good girl and rub this pretty little pussy on my mouth.”
You gasped, sitting up on your elbows to anchor you so you could do as he asked of you. You put your hand in his hair tentatively, and it was only the fact that he moaned that made you push his head closer to you as you rolled your hips, taking the pleasure you desired from him. He scissored his fingers, stretching you as your body climbed higher and higher. You were open mouthed and panting as your body started to tingle, muscles locking down as he pulled your orgasm out of you. Your orgasm stole your breath away. You couldn’t have made a sound if you wanted to. Your legs shook and the moment you could breathe again you were too busy panting to get anything more than a few soft sounds out. He eased up on your clit, enjoying the feeling of your pussy clamping down at random intervals on his fingers. His cock twitched in anticipation. He didn’t think he could hold out any longer. He undid his belt and took himself out of his pants so that he could stroke himself at the sight of you. Using your wetness to lubricate his activities.
As you came back down from your high, you sat up to look at Geto. You thought now would be the part where you had to explain yourself. You had to come up with some excuse for your wanton behavior. It was not so. You looked at Geto, he was a little reclined in his seat, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you.
“Still want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he purred standing up with his cock still in his hand. He guided himself to your entrance and you gasped at the feeling of the head of his cock pushing through your wet folds as he traced it from your clit down to your entrance.
“Fuck, wanted to do this for a long time, pretty girl.”
You wondered how long was a long time for him. You’d been thinking about him bending you over his desk since you first started working for him. You weren’t bent over his desk now, but this was better. You got to see his face, and slip your fingers into his hair while he kissed you. He was slow to bottom out inside of you, but when he did a flash of heat singed your skin, and your rolled your body against his, craving the sweet sensation of him fucking you into the desk beneath you.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against your lips, “Always so good to me. This pussy was made for me. Gonna take good care of her.”
You whined before pressing your lips against his harder, trying to keep yourself quiet even though his words were doing something to you. He pulled out slowly before snapping his hips forward. You squeaked a high pitch whine as he hit the end of you. You grabbed his lower back as he set a punishing pace. The slight smart of his sharp thrusts fizzled into pure pleasure as he kept up his pace. You wanted to let out loud sobbing moans to accompany the wet slapping sound of your coupling. You bit your hand again.
The entire desk shook with the force of his thrusts. You lamented the fact that the two of you were pretty much fully dressed. His muscles were straining that black t-shirt, especially his biceps. His head lulled back as he moaned a growling sound, probably a byproduct of him trying not to be loud. He began to play with your clit, rubbin it in quick, slick circles until your body was locking down again. Your thighs shook as your pussy throbbed. You came and he pushed in deep inside of you.
“Good girl, that’s it cum all over my cock,” he coaxed in that velvety voice. He played with your clit, until the pulses of your sex died down. He pulled his still hard cock out of you.
“Get on your knees for me, baby. Make me cum.”
You hastily slid off of the desk and on to your knees. The moment you opened his mouth the head of his cock was on your bottom lip. He smeared his precum upon your plump lip before you sucked his head into your mouth.
“Fuck, yes. That’s my girl. That’s my good girl, make me cum. Make me cum down your throat. Swallow it all down for me.” he babbled as you bobbed your head up and down his length with your hand getting what you couldn’t risk.
He moaned a long low sound as he came, hips still canting forward, fucking his cum into and out of your mouth.
“You look so pretty like that,” he breathed, as if the sight of you made him breathless. You let his length fall from your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the back of his hand. Before you could feel too bashful about what happened, Geto reached for you. You put your hand in his and he tugged you up towards him until you were sitting on his lap. You decided in that moment, not to think about anything but the way he held you in his lap.
Summary: Sometimes happiness means Geto Suguru’s Happiness
Characters: Geto x reader
cw: angst, reader is crazy in love with geto, mention of death, minor manga spoiler
A/n: uhm, help me with the title pls?
“I trust him more than I trust myself.” At long last, you said it. The truth you have been holding that feels like ages. You always wanted to proclaim it, shove it to everyone’s face, and scrape it on your skin but what’s stopping you? Fear? Abandonment? Condemnation? Maybe, but now you won’t have to feel that. Not when you are ready to give up everything for him, ready to throw everyone else for him. For the scraps of his love and for the declaration on yours.
“Do you realize how crazy you sound right now y/n? he’s a goddamn serial killer wake up!” You said nothing but silence, unwary of the rage and disgust that your friend is offering you right now. Unhinged and stupid enough to understand the words she utter is reality. Unable to think properly whether the love of your life is a serial killer or a dejected son of God. It is a fact that he is a ticking bomb, a heartless mass murderer that killed hundreds-no thousands of people. He’s willing to kill everyone, even killed his own parents for his twisted morals. He signifies death, stinks of misfortune, and bleeds ruination but that didn’t matter because it didn’t scare you. He didn’t scare you, not a bit because you saw him differently. You saw him more than his violence, you saw him beyond his transgressions. They never saw him the way you saw him so they didn’t realize that those dull melancholy eyes were suffocating in pity. Those loneliest nights were his mind was destroying him doing the unthinkable and that of he’s just yearning for someone’s touch, someone’s warmth, and someone’s affection. Someone to tell him that he’s not alone and it will be okay. Those guilty hands and thorn heart that shouted truce where he wanted to stop but he couldn’t. How can you be truly scared of him when you saw him stripped naked with wounds covering his whole body, soul shattered to pieces, and mind covered in a vast darkness. He wanted to be saved but couldn’t. He just wanted to be free. Free of pain and free of terror and so he did.
“Your right, Maybe I am crazy, cuz I fucking love him no matter what you say and no matter what I do.”
“He’s just using you, you know that after he gets what he wants he’ll kill you. He’ll do it without a second thought.”
Your mind began to wonder at the thought of him, Geto Suguru, your master, the love of your life. You saw him at his lowest that facades his glory and you know what he feels inside. He wanted the truth. Freedom of fear, abandonment and death. He wants to be strong and to do that you’ll have to die. God, would you really deny him? Deny his will and candor? Can you say no to his glistening black eyes that cry out peace and unadulterated joy as he witnesses your dying body on the cold ground chasing the last second of your life with an imprint of his genuine buoyancy as he walks towards his eternal truth leaving you behind?
Your heart throbbed, soul faltering, just the slip of his genuine joy makes you weak and restless. If that gives him his freedom, his true happiness, and fulfillment then you’ll do it. You’ll do it in a heartbeat.
“I know and I’ll die on that day with a smile on my face because the person I love the most had at last reached his heaven thus, I did.”
geto suguru came and went before he found you, so why does it feel like he’s not taking you with him this time.
warnings : f. sorcerer reader, slight angst, sex as a means of comfort, slightmanga spoilers,aged up!jujutsu tech sorcerer geto, exhibitionism (sex in a classroom), breeding, fingering, very minor marking.
word count : 2.8k
note : i’ve never written for this man before and then suddenly wrote this, sorry in advance :,)
he’d seemed out of it the last few days—he’d started taking his own missions lately, and the time you’d been spending with suguru was beginning to wear thin. you still seen him but the brief encounters left you feeling unfulfilled, he seemed more closed off than he usually was—like something was on his mind, like something had rooted itself within the thoughts that made you fall in love with geto suguru in the first place and began to take shape, corrupting him along with it.
something had changed that day, after their mission—even satoru wasn’t the same because the last time your gaze locked with his you remember thinking that diamonds had never looked so transparent, not that you ever found out why, but this was the one instance where you didn’t mind that, because as much as truths felt like beginnings, by their own right, something that crept inside of you told you that this one may signify an eventual end instead.
you still loved him, ofcourse—it wasn’t instant but rather gradual when you first realised and it was unlike the expectations and fantasies that you’d first imagined, and if you really thought about it hard enough you’d be able to recall the days spent together. all the in betweens from the first, sleepy good morning’s in class to the shared lunches and inside jokes with him and satoru as they fought over your leftovers.
geto suguru always had you, your love, your vulnerability, your truth and your certainty. he was sweet, all playful jokes and an easiness that he carried along with him despite him being a little fragile—he kept one of his sweaters in the corner of his bedroom, on top of his cabinet because it smelled like your perfume, and he always waited until you came to his room every morning to do his hair because he knows you’d scoff and insist on tying it up for him instead.
and you know you love him, because the thought wasn’t something that took you by surprise, but it’s also the reason why you feel something ache in your chest when you realise that this might just be his trickling goodbye.
based on this ask. elaborated on some parts from it.
tags.gn!reader,suggestive mentions of sex, tw gojo, mentions of alcohol
— Suguru is a very considerate husband. Considerate overall towards his loved ones and often puts you first. When planning a vacation he always chooses places you’ve mentioned wanting to visit. If you two go out he always makes sure to bring an extra sweater even if you swear you’ll be fine (you rarely are). He always stays up late waiting for you to come home from long shifts or will just pick you up himself. Always let’s you choose the movie you want to watch.
— Adding to that, Suguru is very attentive to his spouses tastes and memorizes many things about you. Favorite color, favorite food, favorite artist, whether you prefer cold or warm weather, what makes you tick, how you like to be approached when upset. Unsurprisingly, his gifts are always exactly what you want.
You felt it scratch at the skin of your fingers as soon as you took them out of your pocket. The restaurant’s light flickered behind you, the last of the customers lifting their large coats.
You watched your breath form and disappear in the same second. The customers slurred a goodbye as they left but were met with silence and a nod.
Your fingers were starting to get numb by the time you managed to pull a thin cigarette from its pocket. You placed it between your lips with a sigh, pushing your hand back in your pocket, rummaging for something to light it with.
“Need some help?”
The voice was familiar. Before it would make your heart practically expand but now it made a cold chill run down your spine. You didn’t look up, movements slowing down.
“My soul?” The ever so gentle voice continued and you struggled to keep your tears to yourself, but kept your eyes to the ground before eventually pulling out the lighter you were looking for “Please.”
Your fingers were shaking as you tried lighting it “You’re not him.” you managed to grumble, once again not even looking at the man before you. His soul felt…different; cold, full of anger and unease. But the face you had so tenderly caressed, the hands that had once wrapped around yours in winters like these, the smile that spread to his eyes…those were the same.
The silence built between the two of you, broken only by a long inhale followed by a sharp exhale “My Geto was warm.” You muttered more to yourself “He was kind and made me feel at home.” Taking one more inhale, you threw the half finished cigarette in the snow by his feet “Give him back or go away.”
Cold.
He felt it scratch at the skin of his fingers as soon as he took them out of his pocket, the restaurant’s light flickered behind you and he shoved them back into the warmth of his jacket.
༄Sukuna, Choso, Megumi - Seeing you bend over to pick up the clothes you threw around the room in the heat of the moment.
Your pussy still exposed and completely visible from the way you bend over. And the moment he sees his cum leaking down your thighs? That’s it for him.
Only seconds later he’s got you at the edge of the bed once again, a hand on your head keeping it still and the other one gently keeping a hold of your wrist as he’s roughly pounding into you for a second time.
“F-fuck.. Lemme just fill you again”
༄Nanami, Yuuji - Seeing you put on their shirt.
The moment they see you put on their shirt right after, something snaps inside of them. You look so beautiful and he doesn’t want to see you wear anything else around the house from that moment on.
So.. slowly getting up from the bed, he makes his way to where you are, wrapping his arms around you and placing kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder. You turn around to kiss him and slowly make your way back to the bed. In between the kisses, you attempt to remove the shirt, but he stops you.
“Hmm, keep it on.. Good girl.”
༄Toji, Inumaki, Geto - hearing your voice being all fucked up.
Nothing is turning him on more than hearing you struggle to let out some words. It’s a boost to his ego, honestly. Fucking you so well your voice cracked from all the screaming? Nothing sexier than that.
You can be sure he’ll be over you for a second time. Capturing your arms and restraining them above your head while devouring that pretty mouth of yours. All he wants is to make you scream some more.
“Yeah… scream for me, doll”,
“Tuna mayo”
༄Gojo, Todo, Noritoshi - You make them understand you don’t want it to be over just yet.
Doesn’t matter if you push him back on the bed or simply tell him directly that you want a second round. He’ll be happy to oblige. He likes it when you become bossy from not having enough of his cock. For a second he may even let you think that you are in control.
Getting on top of him, hands placed on his chest, you try to ride him, but before you even realize it he’s on top of you again. He leans in for a quick kiss before he starts fucking you the way you want and need.
“How about you let me take care of it, princess”
༄Yuta, Higuruma - The aftercare.
He is very sweet and insisted on cleaning you up himself. You spread your legs open and get the chills when the wet towel touches your inner thigh. Seeing you clench your legs at the occasional feeling of his fingers brushing your skin is turning him on. And when a moan escapes your lips?
He tosses the towel aside and assaults your mouth, tongue fucking it while his hands are once again playing with your boobs.
“I’m sorry, i promise i will clean you properly after this..”
@cursedmoonchild the absolute best as usual ty for proofreading this for me <3
summary: after being shunned by your family, you show up to Geto’s house unannounced and find comfort in him, eventually indulging in the fantasies that have plagued your mind. you’re completely unaware that you’ve fell right into his trap.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral sex
word count: 3,161
author’s note: this fic includes spoilers about Geto. please do not read if you aren’t aware of his backstory and motives.
Growing up you were teased by friends and family for being afraid of the monsters they weren’t able to see, and you owe thanks to Geto for helping you become an unofficial jujutsu sorcerer. When you met Geto, he felt for you and offered to teach you how to exorcise cursed spirits and channel your cursed energy. Not only did he build your confidence but he helped you see the world as a place to live without fear.
You noticed the small changes become more noticeable after Geto came back with stitches across his forehead. The patient, kind and charismatic man seemed colder and always distracted. It wasn’t that he was cruel to you, it just felt like he pushed you way harder during training. When you asked him if he was alright, if anything was on his mind or if he wanted to speak about it, he brushed you off with that perfect smile of his, reassuring you that everything was fine. Training continued, and soon he mentioned that if you were in jujutsu tech, they’d label you as a special grade sorcerer by now. Your accomplishments made him a cocky man since you’re the product of his teachings. The once weak girl, now able to fight strong curses and defend herself by using her cursed technique, all because of him. Words can’t describe how grateful you are for him.
You should’ve known better than to visit your family. It was too convenient that your parents, grandparents and siblings all fell ill recently. After you arrived and cleared the home of the cursed spirits, as well as the ones directly attached to your family members, they still shunned you, called you hurtful names and even threw water on you as you left. You’re a fool for believing they’d warm up to you after helping them. At this point, you have nobody to turn to besides Geto.
Heavy wind is all you can hear on the otherwise quiet streets of Tokyo. The night is peaceful, the exact opposite of what you’re feeling right now. Showing up unannounced to Geto’s home drenched in water is probably the last thing he expected to happen on this evening. He opened the door cautiously and when he notices that it’s you, he pulls you inside quickly. His hair is completely loose, not half up like it normally is and he’s dressed in his normal attire. “What’re you doing here at this hour?” When you pull out your phone, the time reads 9:37 PM. You feel bad for intruding but he’s all you have right now. “I went to see my family because I found out that they were sick. They still don’t accept me even after I rid them of the curses that inhabited the house and made them sick. They even threw water at me as I left. I didn’t know who else to turn to. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. This really isn’t your problem… I should get going.” You turn to leave, opening the door just enough to look outside before he slams it back shut. “Your apartment is far from here. I was just having some tea. Would you like some?” His voice is tender, it breaks the strong facade you’ve put on since you arrived. You turn around and face him, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him as tight as you possibly can. Tears stream down your face, onto his robe that’s already getting soaked because of your wet clothing. “What’s wrong with me Geto? Why won’t they accept me even after all of this time? It’s been like this since I’ve been a little girl and I’m so tired feeling this way.” He doesn’t respond, staying completely still besides a hand that caresses your hair. When you look up at him, he doesn’t look annoyed or like you’ve bothered him. For a moment, you’re given a glimpse of the soft nature he used to have. “You’re just different and they can’t comprehend it. Stay here and I’ll bring you something clean to wear after I get changed.”
The clothes sticking to your body are uncomfortable and you feel itchy as the fabric shifts with any movement. You decide to undress down to your underclothes even though they’re soaking wet as well. When Geto gets back, he’s in a fresh robe and you notice that he put his hair up, much to your dismay. He hands you what appears to be the same outfit he’s wearing, and takes your wet clothing before saying in a courteous manner, “I’m going to go put these to wash and dry. Get changed in the meantime.” Since he’s putting them to dry anyway, you figure it won’t hurt to ask, “Can you show me the way? All of my clothes are wet. Including these.” You pull your underwear strap and look at him with a fake smile to hide how weird you feel boldly letting him know such a thing. He chuckles and signals for you to follow him. His laundry room is nice and thankfully has a door so that you can change without him seeing. He puts your wet clothing in the wash, adding some detergent and fabric softener before leaving. After peeling off your bra and underwear, you put them into the washer and set it to begin before changing into the robe and pants he provided you with. They’re both awfully large on you so you ditch the pants, figuring that the robe will suffice as a dress until your clothes are ready.
“Ta-Da! It’s not my size so don’t make fun. I left the pants folded because they don’t necessarily fit.” Geto’s sitting on the floor, sipping tea while reading a book. “It was that or my old jujutsu tech uniform which I doubt you’d want to wear.” You let out a soft laugh, more like a puff of air and sit down. There’s a cup of tea opposite from him that he made for you. It smells like chamomile, your favorite. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, it burns going down but your body is still freezing so you don’t mind. The lack of socks and underclothes underneath the robe surely isn’t helping either, but you’re happy that he didn’t let you walk out earlier. “Thank you for the tea and for letting me in.” Geto briefly takes his face out of his book, giving you a nod and a smile before going back to reading. After drinking all of your tea, you scoot over next to him and try to end the silence, “What’re you reading?” He closes his book and sets it aside along with his empty cup. “I’m just doing some research. Are you cold? I can make you more tea or set the thermostat higher.” Yes, you’re cold but at the moment you have an urge to ask about the changes he’s had recently. “I’m still a bit chilly but it’s okay. I’ve been meaning to ask you why you seem so different lately. You know you can talk to me right?” You lean your head against his shoulder and fidget with your fingers while waiting for his answer. “I’ve been bothered by how sorcerers and people who can see curses are treated. I guess you can say it takes a toll after seeing it happen so frequently.” You feel like he’s saying this to comfort you but Geto always speaks with meaning. He’s not one to say things purely to make someone feel better. “Hmmm, so Suguru Geto has a heart behind his seriousness after all.” He wraps both arms around your waist and swiftly pulls you into his lap, laying his head against your back. “I guess you can put it that way.”
You let Geto rest his head against you for what feels like eternity, not knowing what else to do at the unexpected gesture. He holds you close and after time passes by, you’re becoming more comfortable being embraced by him. You unwrap his hands from your waist and turn around to face him. You’ve never been this close to him before, your body feels freezing and warm all at once. Without second guessing yourself, you smash your lips against his fervently. Much to your surprise, he leans in, deepening the kiss even more. With one hand on the back of your head, and the other rested on your neck, he slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes of chamomile tea with a tinge of honey, and his tongue doesn’t dominate yours, instead letting you set the pace. The rhythm that your tongues dance in is heavenly but you break off the kiss to disrobe, leaving you completely naked before questioning if you took this too far without considering if he’s comfortable with this.
Geto stands up and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom where he lets you down and corners you between both of his arms. Before he can go in for another kiss, you undo his hair and let it down again because it’s quite flattering on him. You pepper kisses to his ear, down to his jawline. Fully naked and the only thing in his line of sight, you undo his robe and let it fall to the ground, revealing his chiseled chest and toned stomach. You trace your fingers over his abs and down to his boxers where you palm his half hard cock.
Geto looks down at you in surprise when you drop to your knees and slowly pull his boxers down whilst littering him in kisses from his navel to his cock. You don’t fully understand why you’ve allowed this to happen but the lust in the air is thick and you’ve daydreamed about him too many times pass up this opportunity. You gather a bead of saliva on the tip of your tongue and roll it down your lips, onto his length. The sheer size of him is enough to make you gulp and internally pray for your throat. Sticking your tongue out, you take in as much of him as you can before closing your mouth around his length. When you begin to bob your head, you hear hitched breaths come from him and it’s enough motivation for you to speed up.
You quickly learn that Geto’s cock isn’t going to fit in your mouth without some assistance. He notices your struggle but let’s you suck him off to your desire while pumping the rest of his length with your hands. At first, you thought you weren’t pleasing him until you notice his clenched fist and feel his hand on the back of your head that tenses up when you swirl your tongue on the underside of his length. Arousal pools between your legs when you look up and see him biting his lip, long hair flowing down in a style that you hope to see more often. Too caught up with how handsome he looks from where you’re at, you somehow manage to take him fully into your throat with only teary eyes as a consequence. When your gaze locks with his, your seduction proves too much for him and he pulls you off of his length. “Come here.” His voice is laced with desire, a tone that you’ve never heard from him before.
You two eagerly shuffle over to the bed where you land face first onto his satin sheets, courtesy of his big body behind you. Geto wastes no time pressing two fingers into your cunt. “So wet already,” he mumbles before spreading both of your ass cheeks with his hands and diving his tongue into your heat. Your hands grab at the sheets desperately while you hold back your moans. You never would’ve guessed that this moment would be anything more than one of the thoughts that ran through your mind whenever you thought of him. His tongue laps at your pussy earnestly, coating himself in your essence and not letting a single drop of your slick go to waste. Your clit brushes against the bed just enough to tease your clit, making you buck your hips further against him for more of that sweet friction. You can easily cum in this position if he continues but he has no intention on letting you unless it’s around his cock.
Lifting yourself up from laying on your stomach, you position yourself ass up as Geto lines himself up with your entrance. Your head feels like it’s running a thousand miles per minute, perhaps this is all happening too quickly but you’re enjoying every second of it. You look back at him for a moment, he looks focused while inching into you. The pleasant stretch of his cock is electrifying, you arch your back deeper and hiss at the sting. He’s rubbing circles into your back with one hand, the other gently rocking you against him. When your hand goes to toy with your clit, he firmly catches your wrist and pulls it away. Whining at him denying your orgasm, he pulls your back flush against his chest. “Easy now. I’ll reward you for your patience.”
Being pressed directly against him while he pistons into you feels like a dream. He sets the perfect pace, allowing you to enjoy every drag of his cock without overwhelming you. By the sounds of his deep grunts and groans, you guess he’s enjoying this too. When his thick fingers find their way to your neglected clit, you let out a moan of relief and he holds you tighter with his other hand. His grip on you is iron clad, you can’t move out of this position even if you tried. His hair cascades over your shoulder, tickling you and making you feel more sensitive to touch. The coil in your stomach is on the brink of snapping and he knows by the way you throw your head back aimlessly and moan out his name. His grip around your torso moves slightly up so that he can squeeze one of your nipples. All of the sensations flooding your body make your orgasm hit you all at once, so strong that it clouds your vision. You scream out an incoherent slur of praise and profanities, cursing him to hell and back for providing you with pleasure you’ve never felt so intensely before. As you ride out your orgasm, he thrusts into you slowly, still working on your clit but gently now, just to bask in the mewls and moans that are a result of him. Out of breath and wishing you could taste his lips against yours, you practically beg, “I want to see your face.”
Strong arms help you effortlessly off the bed before he lays down on his back against the headboard. Even though you’ve felt him buried into you, you can’t help but blush at the sight of him with his hard cock on display, basically calling for you to take a seat on it. Geto looks so confident, arms clutched behind his head while he waits for you to take the lead. You climb onto his lap and pull him into a sloppy kiss that doesn’t last long because you’re too eager to have him back inside you. Grasping his cock, you line it up with your entrance and sink down quickly. Feeling stuffed, you let out a pleased sigh at the delightful intrusion. You gently sway up and down his cock while he watches you in amusement. Your plump breast bounce with every movement, he’s almost getting off by the sight of you alone. As your legs begin to tremble and burn, you bite your bottom lip and rock against him harder. Your calves are screaming for you to stop, but you ignore the growing ache and lift yourself completely off of his length before slamming against his hips again. Tight walls spasm around his cock and you scream out at the delicious feeling of him rummaging through you. He unclutches his arms from behind his head and grabs handfuls of your ass, taking over while you lean forward against him and let him use you as a cocksleeve. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face between your breasts as you both fill the room with moans. “It’ll be fun keeping you around.” His words knock you out of your stupor, not understanding the meaning behind them. Before you can question him, he ceases his thrusts with your cunt locked around his cock to the hilt. Geto looks up at you while suckling on one of your nipples as he releases hot ropes of cum. You grind your hips against him, squeezing every drop spurting into your plush walls. He doesn’t try to pull you off of him, instead the two of you make out fiercely in a manner more aggressive than any other exchange that occurred this entire night.
After freshening up, you realize you never moved your clothing to the dryers. You tip toe from the shower to the laundry room and bump right into Geto. “Y/N, I just put your clothes in the dryer. Are you alright?” He sounds unaffected by everything that just happened but your face wears a blush that won’t go away. You ponder, “Thanks. When we were… you said that it’ll be fun keeping me around. What did you mean by that?” He brushes past you, grabbing your wrist in the process and the two of you go to the kitchen. The room is eerily quiet while he prepares something light for you two to eat. Over the course of an hour, he tells you about his plan to change the world. You’re dumbfounded the entire time but it all makes sense since he’s definitely been acting odd for a while now. Though you probably should run and never look back because this plan sounds dangerous, you find yourself empathizing with the man who has good intentions with a bad strategic method of organizing the perfect world. Him comforting you after you came here crying, and the phenomenal dick he provided is enough to make you stay by his side. After all, he is the one who saved you, taught you how to exorcise curses and conditioned your cursed technique. In a way, you feel obligated to save him if he needs it, considering that he’s done the same for you. Little do you know, this is all a part of his elaborate plan to use you to his advantage. From releasing curses in your childhood home and making sure they attach themselves to each of your family members, having word get to you knowing that you’d run to help the family that’ll still despise you, and putting you in a situation to come directly to him when you feel alone, you’re just another toy in his tool box that’ll execute his plans exactly how he tells you to.
⤷ featuring : geto suguru (mentions of gojo satoru, ieiri shoko and nanami kento)
⤷ warnings : major jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers and a bit of angst
⤷ form : imagine
⤷ published : 19 march
⤷ pronouns : not mentioned
⤷ word count : 0.7k
⤷ request : Hehyehye, can i request an imagine with a female reader; where she’s Geto’s girlfriend/classmate and they’re spending their last moments together before he ends up leaving (after Geto is charged with his crimes)
⤷ barista’s notes : let me admit, i’ve been hating the layouts of my writing but i have no idea how to like ‘solve it’ anyways, watch me scroll on pinterest for hours to see how i can fix this feeling ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i don’t think i’m really good with angst writing but that’s just my opinion….
It seemed to be a bit too quiet.
Too quiet for Suguru’s liking, but what can he do when it was 2 am in the morning.
Softly twirling the ends of your hair, Suguru couldn’t help but begin to admire the shine of the strands before his eyes slowly shift from the strand of your hair to your eyelashes before moving to the apple of your cheeks that were still flushed with a rose hue, ending his journey to your lips that were a little chapped, making him remember how you would alway apply a layer of your favourite chapstick since you hated the feeling of your lips being dry, yet he didn’t mind at all. For some strange reason, Suguru didn’t mind your chapped lips since he knew he was the one to moisturise them the second his lips met yours, but secretly he also did enjoy the taste of the artificial sweetness that came along with the product.
However, right now, Suguru’s body felt the heaviest it has ever been causing him to force himself to balance on his arm since he didn’t want to crush you with his body, worried that he could hurt you like he did with his parents just a few hours ago. Even though he knew that you wouldn’t mind his body on top of yours like you have experienced throughout the time of your intimate relationship, Suguru couldn’t help but believe that this weight he was experiencing will crush you the second he let loose.
“You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met right?” Suguru whispered as he let your hair slip from his grasp. “You are so beautiful that I want to take you with me,” he continued before wrapping his arms around your bare body, making you unconsciously sign at the warmth that was comforting you right now as you snuggled against his naked chest, feeling the way your legs tangled with each other, as if you were savouring this moment.
“But I can’t do that, because who is going to take care of Satoru and Shoko if I’m gone,” Suguru mentioned as he began to recall all the times where you put your classmates in place even though you were the youngest out of all of them. “How are you going to take care of Nanami if I take you with me?” Suguru questioned again, yet this time it seemed as if he was asking himself this.
Gently placing a light kiss on your temple before resting his forehead, Suguru felt a single tear drop from his eye to your cheek.
Suguru wasn’t scared about the path he had chosen to walk on, nor he was scared about the consequences of his actions. Suguru was scared of leaving you alone.
He wasn’t stupid. Suguru knows you can defend yourself and how to fight - you were a sorcerer after all like him - but there was still a part of him where he was afraid that you were going to fall into the hands of those ‘monkeys’ that he once vowed to protect. He didn’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world to survive for yourself. He wanted to convince you to follow him, so he could protect you and continue this love that connected you both heart to heart and soul to soul.
Suguru wanted to make his vision of this relationship come true, he wanted to live with you, marry you, have children with you.
Even the simple things he wanted.
He wanted to stay by your side. He wanted to hold you whenever he wanted. He wanted to kiss you, love you, even breathe the same air as you.
Suguru wanted nothing more but to have you.
He wanted nothing but to have a normal life with you like you had mentioned to him when you both snuck out of your dorms one night to have a weird timing picnic - he still recalls the scolding you both received from your teacher Yaga when he found you both sleeping outside since you were both late for class.
But he knew that he couldn’t and this was the one time he couldn’t let his selfishness control his actions.
Stroking the apple of your cheek, Suguru couldn’t help but smile with glassy eyes once he got a full view of you resting in his arms while your arms tight around him, keeping him from moving away even when he needed to leave you so soon.
“I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Suguru pleaded before tightening his hold, nervous of the days where he was never going to be by your side again.
