Synopsis: Suguru was your older roommate, who was very hot by the way, and you simply didn't know how to act around him.
Pairings: college student!Suguru Geto x fem!reader |
Word Count: [3.8k]
Warnings: she fell first-he fell harder trope, fluff (like tooth rotting), recurring guest: Gojo, friends to lovers, choking kink (HEAVILY implied), yearning, reader is very cute and clumsy (still), slowburn, steamy(but not fully) scene, this is part 3 loves 👀👀
A/N: not proof read AT ALL, so i'm sincerely sorry for the mistakes you may come up upon. Also enjoy part 3 loves, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist and yes i know it took so long but guys it’s here! Sorry guys, i was really lazy to write a full smut part, the end is really just cuteness , slice of life.
This week has been full of What Ifs. What if Shoko hadn’t dared you to kiss Gojo, would you have kissed Geto instead? What if you and Geto weren’t interrupted at the party and kissed like you were going to? What if when you went to Geto’s room to sleep you worked up the courage to confess to him, would you guys have fucked? So many what if’s. So many things that could have happened between you too and so much tension that lingers.
“Geto!” You flag him down as you run down the hallway towards you guys’ dorm. “Hey princess, how’s it going?” he asks.
“It’s okay! I’m glad I caught you on your way out,” and what you meant by that was that for some odd reason, every Friday, Ghetto goes out and goes to the campus gym. He never used to do this before so you found it a little strange how his routine suddenly switched but you didn’t mind it.
His arms got bigger to look at and whenever there was a pool party you couldn’t help but oggle at his toned abs that have become even more structured and prominent. “I just wanted to give you this. I made it for you.” Your hands open to reveal this beautiful yellow colored bracelet with an S charm for his name smack dab in the middle.
His face immediately lights up and his eyes get all googly eyed. “You didn’t have to do this for me! Plus, how’d you even know yellow is my favourite color?” He smiles at you as he puts the bracelet on his wrist.
“You told me the second week of school. You said something about how yellow’s your favourite color and Shoko always makes fun of you for it considering it’s a “boring” color, but you personally thought yellow was a sophisticated color and showed one of radiance and joy. So, to sum all that up, I made you a bracelet of joy because that’s what you are to me.” Your face quickly heats up as Geto’s turns a shade of pink.
You shy away from him and he shy’s away from you as well, the both of you awkwardly standing in the dorm hallway while you both stare at the ground smiling from ear to ear, neither one of you saying anything until a slam of a door breaks the silence.
The both of you look up to a familiar, aggravating voice, “Yo Geto! Come on! We're going to be late before the gym closes.” It's as if a red anger line of anger and irritation forms on Geto’s head at the sound of his best friend, Satoru Gojo.
“Hey sunshine, how are you doing?” He smiles at you before giving you a hug and then slapping his friend on the back as he interrupts yet another moment between you and Geto.
“Good and you Gojo?” he’s yet again stealing Geto from you before you can even get the chance to tell him how you feel about him.
“Great, well come on, let's go! We could totally get some Kikufuku Mochi!” You roll your eyes and smile at the altercation waving them a good bye as you walk into the dorm room.
You took a shower, cooked a meal, and watched two reruns of Fast and Furious. All of this was you slowly building the courage to go up to him and tell him that you love him, that you are in love with him.
You're finally dozing off when you hear the keycode pad, so you quickly jolt up and look towards the door to see his figure, very sweaty figure, walk through the door and make eye contact with you. You lightly smile at him and he tiredly smiles back. “You waited for me?” he asks as he removes his shoes and puts on his slides.
“I mean yeah, Fast and Furious isn’t gonna finish itself.” he chuckles lightly and that makes you smile. “I see, lemme guess, this is your third rewatch?” you gasp astonished and he makes his way over to you on the couch, your eyes trail him as he walks towards the kitchen, “yes it is! How’d you know, sorcerer?” He chuckles, “just a regular guy, not a sorcerer.”
He closes the fridge, two Horoyoi drinks, your all time favourite, are in his hands. He walks over and passes you your favourite flavor, grape, and you say ‘thank you’.
He sits down with a low groan and you get a good look at him since he’s closer to you now instead of by the door, and what you see is just sinful. The light bags under his eyes, the slight pout on his lips after he drinks the light, fizzy, alcoholic beverage, the way his shoulders sag as if the weight of a fatal decision on whether to save the world or end it is on his shoulders.
“Geto… you look tired. Get some sleep. I mean it.” He sighs and looks at you, his face now suddenly way too close to yours but you can’t bring yourself to move.
“I have been getting sleep, no need to worry about me princess.” You give him your sternest look possible. “Geto, I don’t want to hear that half-assed “I get sleep” bullcrap. You're staying up more at night from these parties that Gojo drags you too, you're studying on nights that should be rest nights, and then now Gojo yet again, sits here and drags you to the gym every Friday evening.
“He scoffs, “It’s not like you should feel the need to take care of me. You're not my mom, and I’m a grown adult. I don’t need someone else telling me when and where I should sleep and when and where I should go do this or that.”
That hits you. Like a knife to the heart. Geto immediately realizes what he said, and regrets it instantly. “Wait-i- fuck… I didn’t mean that I swear. It’s just-” he sighs, “I guess you're right. I’m stressed, very tired, and in a lot of pain right now. I’m sorry.” You quickly shimmy closer to him without saying a word and suddenly have one leg over his.
His eyes widen but when he opens his mouth to say something, nothing can come out, as if he's a fish out of water.
“Let me help then.” You guide your hands towards his shoulders and apply pressure. He moans. Like actually moaning. You halt your movements and he just shakes his head, “no no, don’t stop. Keep going, I really need this.” He grunts as you apply more pressure to his shoulders.
You continue to massage him and he continues to make those heavenly sounds that you're becoming obsessed with hearing on repeat.
“Does… this feel good?” He whines slightly, shaking his head, “yeah yeah, don’t stop princess.” You bite your lip softly as you watch his eyes roll back to his head a bit. His head lulls backwards on the couch and you fully shift onto his lap somehow without even noticing.
His hands go to your waist, squeezing lightly as he continues to get a massage from you. When you finish, you quickly remove your hands. You're scared to move off him completely so you stay still on his lap, his hands on your waist keeping you there.
“Thank you, I really needed that. And again, I’m sorry for what I said, it was out of place and wrong. You're just trying to help.” He apologizes with a concerned look in his eyes. You smile softly at him and mutter, “it’s okay. I understand. We're all a little on edge these days.”
You both pause, staring into each other's eyes. His eyes drop down to your lips and you do the same. You lean in closer to Geto’s face and he matches the pace. Just as your lips brush together, the sound of the doorbell rings. You groan and rest your head on Geto’s shoulder as he chuckles lightly.
“Were you planning on having someone over?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. You scoff and slap his arm, “no Geto. It’s the takeout food I forgot I ordered. I knew you’d be in late, so I ordered something so you can eat.” His eyes soften as his fingers draw lazy circles around your waist.
“Isn’t that sweet of you, princess?” He gets up, gently placing you back on the couch, he grabs the food and tells the man ‘thank you’ before closing the door.
By the time he makes it back, you're already on your side of the couch that you were on before, remote in hand, staring at Geto as he sits back down.
“Enjoy Sugu.” You smile at him, he plops on the couch with a sigh and you bite your lip. He always made you feel tingly inside.
Geto was handsome, kind, sculpted perfectly by the gods, and really cute. He made sure you always felt okay and comfortable.
“Thank you princess, truly. This was very kind of you, I owe you. Anything you want, it’s on me.” You smile at him tiredly and go back to playing fast and furious on the tv. The silence between you both is comfortable aside from the action sounds in the background from the tv.
You're intently watching the movie but something seems to be clouding Suguru’s mind. He can’t keep his eyes away from you. Every time his chopsticks come towards his lips, his eyes drift from the tv to you.
His eyes glide up and down your body, and you having not noticed how visibly uncomfortable Suguru has become, he’s grateful you haven’t.
He clears his throat every once in a while, hoping you’d look over and ask him if everything’s okay.
He slightly shifts closer on the couch so you can be within reach. His thoughts are becoming more hazy by the second.
The tent in his pants got even bigger by the second. The more he eats, the more hazy he gets. His body feels hot and he’s sure it’s not the noodles. Maybe it is, maybe it’s you.
He needs to feel your skin back on his. He needs to feel your body weight against his own. His body craves you. Your soft caress on his shoulders, secretly hoping your nails were scratching his shoulders instead, your hips in his large hands.
“guru” it’s as if he can hear your voice moaning his name, damn his dirty mind. You're his roommate for crying out loud, his very hot roommate.
“Suguru!” He jolts slightly, spilling some of the piping hot soup on his shirt. “Ack! Fuck!”
Your hands immediately go to the soup in his hands to put it down while his hands reach for his shirt as he tugs it off.
You can’t help but fall off track, gaping at his body as he sways side to side, hairs face looking distressed.
“That was my favorite shirt.” You glare at him, “I’m sorry but I called your name four times Sugu, there’s no way you were that locked in to the movie.”
He sighs, not wanting you to catch him and question him further he starts thinking.
“Okay, sorry. I was just thinking about it earlier.” His face immediately turns into one of regret, all that thinking just to blurt out exactly what he was fearing.
“Which one? The massage,” your face burns at the mention of the massage, flashbacks of you on his lap while he was holding you and moaning replays in your head. “Or the tiny argument?” He DEFINITELY does not want to think about the way he yelled at you.
“T-the massage. It felt really good and I needed that. I relaxed more because of the food. You treated me so well tonight and I want to repay you.”
“Oh yeah? How? There’s not much that I want.” He leans in closer, his face flushed as well as his ears and neck.
His hand trails up your thigh and towards your most sacred area. His thumb applies pressure against your clit and you mentally make note to continue to wear pajama shorts with no underwear forever.
Your moans fill his ears and he melts at the sound. He moans himself as he continues to thumb and play with your clit through your pants.
Pause! It’s Jujutsu Kaisen: Breakdown time.
Breakdown on Suguru Geto:
Suguru Geto is one of those men who love to be loud. He’s loud with sex alllllll the time.
The last girl he was with before college, she couldn’t take how loud he moaned because he was just so loud.
When he jerked off at his parents house, neighbors complained saying that his parents were too loud during the deed, when the whole time, their horny son was the culprit.
Suguru Geto was in fact a whore for moaning. When he pleasured others, he was louder than they were.
If Suguru ate someone out, he would moan and slurp loudly. Not only causing absolute bliss for his partner, but him as well.
If Suguru went down on you( and I mean really went down on you) you would not only feel it but hear it.
End of Suguru Geto Breakdown. Back to the storyline.
Your moans increase and Suguru is right over you in your ear moaning as well. To say you were a pervert is a bit extreme… so you were an absolute fucking pervert.
You loved it when he moaned in your ear, his moans sound so hot it turns you on.
He doesn’t know it but when he used to jack off in his dorm room assuming you weren’t there, you heard him, heavy pants, loud moans, you heard it all.
Surprisingly he never moaned your name, but that was besides the point.
Geto pushes you down on the couch further, his face aligned with your now wet shorts.
He digs in as if he’s eating a five course meal. His mouth clasps around your clit, sucking you through the material. Your eyes roll back to your head as you have a hard time breathing, processing even.
His lips don’t start their ruthless rant on you. His tongue lapping at your folds through the material, the taste of you and cotton flood his mouth. He lets up and looks up at your already fucked out expression.
“Let’s take this off hmm? Wouldn’t that feel better?” You couldn’t even give him a coherent answer, you just nod.
“Nuh uh, words sweetheart, words.” You whimper and hide your face behind a pillow.
He comes up to you and removes the pillow, your eyesight replaced with him in your view now instead of the pillow.
He leans down and kisses your neck, his lips wet and sticky, trailing up your collarbone to the tip of your ear.
“Yes Sugu, take them off please?” He smirks against your neck, “of course sweetheart, I’ll do it for you since you were such a good girl. You asked so nicely.” His hands trail down your stomach as he makes his way to your shorts, he takes them off and moans at how wet you are and how you have no panties.
“You’re so wet, I barely did anything yet.” He smirks and you can’t help but feel that tingly feeling in your stomach.
He was so condescending.
“Relax, I’m just teasing.” He slowly inserts his finger inside of you. You moan out feeling a familiar stretch as his finger pumps you full.
Your breathing feels ragged and he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You gotta wake up love, it’s time to go.”
You jolt out of your sleep and look up to see Geto towering over you lightly tapping you awake.
“We have to hurry up. Remember the coffee shop you wanted to go to? I’m taking you for breakfast, so get up.”
You're so delirious that you don’t even realize you're in your own bed.
“How did I get here? I was just on the couch.”
“Yeah, 5 hours ago. It’s time to go, so come on.” He squishes your cheeks together and then gets up.
He walks out the room, giving you enough time to get your thoughts together.
You just had a sex dream about Suguru Geto. Your fucking roommate!
You're losing your mind, you need him. You needed Geto so badly, it’s not funny anymore. Not that it was a joke to begin with but that’s besides the point.
You made him a bracelet for crying out loud, you sat in his lap, you gave him a massage, now you're having a sex dream about him?
Now it’s got you wondering. Does Geto really act like that? Is Geto even a virgin? So many questions that need to be answered.
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You both make it to the coffee shop and he smiles.
“ I owe you. Especially because of that massage. So, this is my thank you.” You smile at him and hold onto his arm squeezing it gently.
“Awww, you're welcome, this is so cute!”
You take in the scenery and you're absolutely in love. The cafe is tiny and simple. It gives off Starbucks vibes but it’s its own shop.
The wooden tables are perfect for studying in the light by the windows, the music playing in the background is so sweet, the smell of coffee and pumpkin spice fills the air, couples eating danishes together. It was all so surreal.
“You know, when I first found this place with Shoko, I thought of you. So I’ve been holding off for the right moment to tell you.”
He thought about you when he saw this place? Does that mean-
“That’s sweet of you Geto, I really like it here. It’s adorable and so cozy.” You guys move up in the line as you're next to order.
“Hello you two, what can I get for you?” Geto is the first to order. The cashier turns to you with a warm, welcoming smile on his face, “and for the girlfriend?” Your face flushes and so does Geto’s.
You open your mouth to oppose it but Geto interrupts, “she’ll have the caramel macchiato, it’s sweet, like her.” He smiles down at you and you shy away, heart beating faster.
The cashier smiles and then tells you the total, “that’ll be $15.48.” Geto pulls out his card and pays.
“You guys get a discount today because all couples who come in get a discount to celebrate love.”
Geto smiles and thanks the cashier as you guys move down the room to go sit at a table and wait for your names to be called.
“How come I’ve never noticed this place before, it’s close to my moms house.”
“Well the bustling life of college kids never ends, so you probably just missed it so worried about other things in life.”
He smiles warmly at you and your insides melt immediately.
You think…this is the perfect time to tell him.
“H-hey sugu? I have something to tell you.” You fiddle with your fingers before fully confessing to him, “I think I'm in love with you. No-wait, scratch that. I am in love with you. Everytime I see you, butterflies invade my stomach. Everytime your fingers touch mine, I get all jittery. You are my sunshine Sugu, my bright color yellow. You make the days better and you make me so happy. Without you, I feel like college would have been boring. I’m glad my roommate canceled, because I wouldn't have met you and the great friends you have. You may think i’m insane or not feel the same and that’s completely fine, I just needed to tell you before it killed me and now i’m rambling on so please say something before I talk my life away-mmph” your cut off by Suguru’s lips on yours.
His lips are warm and taste like coconut and vanilla, while your lips taste like cherries and mangos, just sweet all around. Just the way he likes it.
Your lips move together in tandem before he pulls away, saliva connecting your sweetness to him. He licks his lips, tasting you on his tongue.
He smiles brightly at you, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown wide.
“I love you too, it’s about time you said something, pretty girl.” your face heats up and you physically have to hide yourself from him.
“Dont hide from me, pretty. I like you like this, all shy and sweet. You're adorable.” He smirks at you, “SUGURU GETO? Your order is ready!” his name is called and he walks up to the counter. You sit yourself down at the table near a window and he follows you.
You both sit down together and enjoy the rest of the morning. Quiet and filled with the hushed chatter of others and you guy’s laughter and radiance. Suguru Geto made you feel better and he made you feel safe. Without him, you would have never known about Gojo, Shoko, or Nanami, and you would have never even gotten out of your dorm.
Gosh, you sure as hell were lucky for Suguru Geto.
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You both make it back to the dorms and when you do, you can’t help but not keep your hands off each other.
Geto kicks open the door and pins you against the wall as he kicks the door closed. Your bedroom door is next, his hands trail down your waist and his lips trail down your neck.
“Mhmm Geto, please. More.” he chuckles under your skin and grips your ass, lifting you up for you to rub and grind against his bulge.
“Mhm fuck sweetheart, I’ll give you more, be patient.” he teases as he rolls your hips against him causing you both to moan out.
His thumb is pressing against your clit (just like in your dream) and he’ll rub slow and rough circles on your clit causing you to jolt in his arms.
“Geto, pleasee? I wanna feel you insideeee.” you’d whine out as he carries you to the bed. He places you softly onto the bed and he climbs on top of you. “Gonna make my pretty girl feel so good, yeah? You think you can take it? Of course you can.”
The rest of the night for you is a blur, you're wrapped in his arms in the morning, his scent on you, sheets warm, his body heat radiating off of him and warming you up.
You groan as you toss and turn, his arms hold on you tightening as you turn around to face him. You watch him sleep for a bit before kissing his lips and his nose and every inch of his face until he wakes up.
You finally got the life you wanted. Suguru Geto in your arms, warm and calm mornings that you never wanted to end, all of it was pure bliss.
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Synopsis: Suguru was your older roommate, who was very hot by the way, and you simply didn't know how to act around him.
Pairings: college student!Suguru Geto x fem!reader |
Word Count: so far, [3.1k]
Warnings: she fell first-he fell harder trope, fluff (like tooth rotting), recurring guest: Gojo, friends to lovers, choking kink (HEAVILY implied), yearning, reader is very cute and clumsy (still), slowburn, steamy(but not fully) scene, this is a sneak peak of part 3 loves 👀👀
A/N: not proof read AT ALL, so i'm sincerely sorry for the mistakes you may come up upon. Also enjoy part 3 loves, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist and yes i know it took so long but guys it’s here! I REALLY HATE KEEPING YOU GUYS WAITING IM SORRY, IT WILL BE POSTED TONIGHT!
SNEAK PEAKKKKKKKK
This week has been full of What Ifs. What if Shoko hadn’t dared you to kiss Gojo, would you have kissed Geto instead? What if you and Geto weren’t interrupted at the party and kissed like you were going to? What if when you went to Geto’s room to sleep you worked up the courage to confess to him, would you guys have fucked? So many what if’s. So many things that could have happened between you too and so much tension that lingers.
“Geto!” You flag him down as you run down the hallway towards you guys’ dorm. “Hey princess, how’s it going?” he asks.
“It’s okay! I’m glad I caught you on your way out,” and what you meant by that was that for some odd reason, every Friday, Geto goes out and goes to the campus gym. He never used to do this before so you found it a little strange how his routine suddenly switched, but you didn’t mind it.
His arms got bigger to look at and whenever there was a pool party you couldn’t help but oggle at his toned abs that have become even more structured and prominent. “I just wanted to give you this. I made it for you.” Your hands open to reveal this beautiful yellow colored bracelet with an S charm for his name smack dab in the middle.
His face immediately lights up and his eyes get all googly eyed. “You didn’t have to do this for me! Plus, how’d you even know yellow is my favourite color?” He smiles at you as he puts the bracelet on his wrist.
“You told me the second week of school. You said something about how yellow’s your favourite color and Shoko always makes fun of you for it considering it’s a “boring” color, but you personally thought yellow was a sophisticated color and showed one of radiance and joy. So, to sum all that up, I made you a bracelet of joy because that’s what you are to me.” Your face quickly heats up as Geto’s turns a shade of pink.
You shy away from him and he shy’s away from you as well, the both of you awkwardly standing in the dorm hallway while you both stare at the ground smiling from ear to ear, neither one of you saying anything until a slam of a door breaks the silence.
The both of you look up to a familiar, aggravating voice, “Yo Geto! Come on! We're going to be late before the gym closes.” It's as if a red anger line of anger and irritation forms on Geto’s head at the sound of his best friend, Satoru Gojo.
“Hey sunshine, how are you doing?” He smiles at you before giving you a hug and then slapping his friend on the back as he interrupts yet another moment between you and Geto.
“Good and you Gojo?” he’s yet again stealing Geto from you before you can even get the chance to tell him how you feel about him.
“Great, well come on, let's go! We could totally get some Kikufuku Mochi!” You roll your eyes and smile at the altercation waving them a good bye as you walk into the dorm room.
You took a shower, cooked a meal, and watched two reruns of Fast and Furious. All of this was you slowly building the courage to go up to him and tell him that you love him, that you are in love with him.
You're finally dozing off when you hear the keycode pad, so you quickly jolt up and look towards the door to see his figure, very sweaty figure, walk through the door and make eye contact with you. You lightly smile at him and he tiredly smiles back.
“You waited for me?” he asks as he removes his shoes and puts on his slides.
“I mean yeah, Fast and Furious isn’t gonna finish itself.” he chuckles lightly and that makes you smile. “I see, lemme guess, this is your third rewatch?” you gasp astonished and he makes his way over to you on the couch, your eyes trail him as he walks towards the kitchen, “yes it is! How’d you know, sorcerer?” He chuckles, “just a regular guy, not a sorcerer.”
He closes the fridge, two Horoyoi drinks, your all time favourite, are in his hands. He walks over and passes you your favourite flavor, grape, and you say ‘thank you’.
He sits down with a low groan and you get a good look at him since he’s closer to you now instead of by the door, and what you see is just sinful. The light bags under his eyes, the slight pout on his lips after he drinks the light, fizzy, alcoholic beverage, the way his shoulders sag as if the weight of a fatal decision on whether to save the world or end it is on his shoulders.
“Geto… you look tired. Get some sleep. I mean it.” He sighs and looks at you, his face now suddenly way too close to yours but you can’t bring yourself to move.
“I have been getting sleep, no need to worry about me princess.” You give him your sternest look possible. “Geto, I don’t want to hear that half-assed “I get sleep” bullcrap. You're staying up more at night from these parties that Gojo drags you too, you're studying on nights that should be rest nights, and then now Gojo yet again, sits here and drags you to the gym every Friday evening."
He scoffs, “It’s not like you should feel the need to take care of me. You're not my mom, and I’m a grown adult. I don’t need someone else telling me when and where I should sleep and when and where I should go do this or that.”
That hits you. Like a knife to the heart. Geto immediately realizes what he said, and regrets it instantly. “Wait-i- fuck… I didn’t mean that I swear. It’s just-” he sighs, “I guess you're right. I’m stressed, very tired, and in a lot of pain right now. I’m sorry.” You quickly shimmy closer to him without saying a word and suddenly have one leg over his.
His eyes widen but when he opens his mouth to say something, nothing can come out, as if he's a fish out of water.
“Let me help then.” You guide your hands towards his shoulders and apply pressure. He moans. Like actually moans. You halt your movements and he just shakes his head, “no no, don’t stop. Keep going, I really need this.” He grunts as you apply more pressure to his shoulders.
You continue to massage him and he continues to make those heavenly sounds that you're becoming obsessed with hearing on repeat.
“Does… this feel good?” He whines slightly, shaking his head, “yeah yeah, don’t stop princess.” You bite your lip softly as you watch his eyes roll back to his head a bit. His head lulls backwards on the couch and you fully shift onto his lap somehow without even noticing.
His hands go to your waist, squeezing lightly as he continues to get a massage from you. When you finish, you quickly remove your hands. You're scared to move off him completely so you stay still on his lap, his hands on your waist keeping you there.
“Thank you, I really needed that. And again, I’m sorry for what I said, it was out of place and wrong. You're just trying to help.” He apologizes with a concerned look in his eyes. You smile softly at him and mutter, “it’s okay. I understand. We're all a little on edge these days.”
You both pause, staring into each other's eyes. His eyes drop down to your lips and you do the same. You lean in closer to Geto’s face and he matches the pace. Just as your lips brush together, the sound of the doorbell rings. You groan and rest your head on Geto’s shoulder as he chuckles lightly.
“Were you planning on having someone over?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. YOu scoff and slap his arm, “no Geto. It’s the takeout food I forgot I ordered. I know you’d be in late, so I ordered something so you can eat.” His eyes soften as his fingers draw lazy circles around your waist.
“Isn’t that sweet of you, princess?” He gets up, gently placing you back on the couch, he grabs the food and tells the man ‘thank you’ before closing the door.
By the time he makes it back, you're already on your side of the couch that you were on before, remote in hand, staring at Geto as he sits back down.
“Enjoy Sugu.” You smile at him, he plops on the couch with a sigh and you bite your lip. He always made you feel tingly inside.
Geto was handsome, kind, sculpted perfectly by the gods, and really cute. He made sure you always felt okay and comfortable.
“Thank you princess, truly. This was very kind of you, I owe you. Anything you want, it’s on me.” You smile at him tiredly and go back to playing fast and furious on the tv. The silence between you both is comfortable aside from the action sounds in the background from the tv.
You're intently watching the movie but something seems to be clouding Suguru’s mind. He can’t keep his eyes away from you. Every time his chopsticks come towards his lips, his eyes drift from the tv to you.
His eyes glide up and down your body, and you having not noticed how visibly uncomfortable Suguru has become, he’s grateful you haven’t.
He clears his throat every once in a while, hoping you’d look over and ask him if everything’s okay.
He slightly shifts closer on the couch so you can be within reach. His thoughts are becoming more hazy by the second.
The tent in his pants got even bigger by the second. The more he eats, the more hazy he gets. His body feels hot and he’s sure it’s not the noodles. Maybe it is, maybe it’s you.
He needs to feel your skin back on his. He needs to feel your body weight against his own. His body craves you. Your soft caress on his shoulders, secretly hoping your nails were scratching his shoulders instead, your hips in his large hands.
“guru” it’s as if he can hear your voice moaning his name, damn his dirty mind. You're his roommate for crying out loud, his very hot roommate.
“Suguru!” He jolts slightly, spilling some of the piping hot soup on his shirt. “Ack! Fuck!”
Your hands immediately go to the soup in his hands to put it down while his hands reach for his shirt as he tugs it off.
You can’t help but fall off track, gaping at his body as he sways side to side, hairs face looking distressed.
“That was my favorite shirt.” You glare at him, “I’m sorry but I called your name four times Sugu, there’s no way you were that locked in to the movie.”
He sighs, not wanting you to catch him and question him further he starts thinking.
“Okay, sorry. I was just thinking about it earlier.” His face immediately turns into one of regret, all that thinking just to blurt out exactly what he was fearing.
“Which one? The massage,” your face burns at the mention of the massage, flashbacks of you on his lap while he was holding you and moaning replays in your head. “Or the tiny argument?” He DEFINITELY does not want to think about the way he yelled at you.
“T-the massage. It felt really good and I needed that. I relaxed more because of the food. You treated me so well tonight and I want to repay you.”
“Oh yeah? How? There’s not much that I want.” He leans in closer, his face flushed as well as his ears and neck.
His hand trails up your thigh and towards your most sacred area. His thumb applies pressure against your clit and you mentally make note to continue to wear pajama shorts with no underwear forever.
Your moans fill his ears and he melts at the sound. He moans himself as he continues to thumb and play with your clit through your pants.
Pause! It’s Jujutsu Kaisen: Breakdown time.
Breakdown on Suguru Geto:
Suguru Geto is one of those men who love to be loud. He’s loud with sex alllllll the time.
The last girl he was with before college, she couldn’t take how loud he moaned because he was just so loud.
When he jerked off at his parents house, neighbors complained saying that his parents were too loud during the deed, when the whole time, their horny son was the culprit.
Suguru Geto was in fact a whore for moaning. When he pleasured others, he was louder than they were.
If Suguru ate someone out, he would moan and slurp loudly. Not only causing absolute bliss for his partner, but him as well.
If Suguru went down on you( and I mean really went down on you) you would not only feel it but hear it.
End of Suguru Geto Breakdown. Back to the storyline.
Your moans increase and Suguru is right over you in your ear moaning as well. To say you were a pervert is a bit extreme… so you were an absolute fucking pervert.
You loved it when he moaned in your ear, his moans sound so hot it turns you on.
He doesn’t know it but when he used to jack off in his dorm room assuming you weren’t there, you heard him, heavy pants, loud moans, you heard it all.
Surprisingly he never moaned your name, but that was besides the point.
Geto pushes you down on the couch further, his face aligned with your now wet shorts.
He digs in as if he’s eating a five course meal. His mouth clasps around your clit, sucking you through the material. Your eyes roll back to your head as you have a hard time breathing, processing even.
His lips don’t start their ruthless rant on you. His tongue lapping at your folds through the material, the taste of you and cotton flood his mouth. He lets up and looks up at your already fucked out expression.
“Let’s take this off hmm? Wouldn’t that feel better?” You couldn’t even give him a coherent answer, you just nod.
“Nuh uh, words sweetheart, words.” You whimper and hide your face behind a pillow.
He comes up to you and removes the pillow, your eyesight replaced with him in your view now instead of the pillow.
He leans down and kisses your neck, his lips wet and sticky, trailing up your collarbone to the tip of your ear.
“Yes Sugu, take them off please?” He smirks against your neck, “of course sweetheart, I’ll do it for you since you were such a good girl. You asked so nicely.” His hands trail down your stomach as he makes his way to your shorts, he takes them off and moans at how wet you are and how you have no panties.
“You’re so wet, I barely did anything yet.” He smirks and you can’t help but feel that tingly feeling in your stomach.
He was so condescending.
“Relax, I’m just teasing.” He slowly inserts his finger inside of you. You moan out feeling a familiar stretch as his finger pumps you full.
Your breathing feels ragged and he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You gotta wake up love, it’s time to go.”
You jolt out of your sleep and look up to see Geto towering over you lightly tapping you awake.
“We have to hurry up. Remember the coffee shop you wanted to go to? I’m taking you for breakfast, so get up.”
You're so delirious that you don’t even realize you're in your own bed.
“How did I get here? I was just on the couch.”
“Yeah, 5 hours ago. It’s time to go, so come on.” He squishes your cheeks together and then gets up.
He walks out the room, giving you enough time to get your thoughts together.
You just had a sex dream about Suguru Geto. Your fucking roommate!
You're losing your mind, you need him. You needed Geto so badly, it’s not funny anymore. Not that it was a joke to begin with but that’s besides the point.
You made him a bracelet for crying out loud, you sat in his lap, you gave him a massage, now you're having a sex dream about him?
Now it’s got you wondering. Does Geto really act like that? Is Geto even a virgin? So many questions that need to be answered.
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You both make it to the coffee shop and he smiles.
“ I owe you. Especially because of that massage. So, this is my thank you.” You smile at him and hold onto his arm squeezing it gently.
“Awww, you're welcome, this is so cute!”
You take in the scenery and you're absolutely in love. The cafe is tiny and simple. It gives off Starbucks vibes but it’s its own shop.
The wooden tables are perfect for studying in the light by the windows, the music playing in the background is so sweet, the smell of coffee and pumpkin spice fills the air, couples eating danishes together. It was all so surreal.
“You know, when I first found this place with Shoko, I thought of you. So I’ve been holding off for the right moment to tell you.”
He thought about you when he saw this place? Does that mean-
“That’s sweet of you Geto, I really like it here. It’s adorable and so cozy.” You guys move up in the line as you're next to order.
“Hello you two, what can I get for you?” Geto is the first to order. The cashier turns to you with a warm, welcoming smile on his face, “and for the girlfriend?” Your face flushes and so does Geto’s.
You open your mouth to oppose it but Geto interrupts, “she’ll have the caramel macchiato, it’s sweet, like her.” He smiles down at you and you shy away, heart beating faster.
The cashier smiles and then tells you the total, “that’ll be $15.48.” Geto pulls out his card and pays.
“You guys get a discount today because all couples who come in get a discount to celebrate love.”
Geto smiles and thanks the cashier as you guys move down the room to go sit at a table and wait for your names to be called.
“How come I’ve never noticed this place before, it’s close to my moms house.”
“Well the bustling life of college kids never ends, so you probably just missed it so worried about other things in life.”
He smiles warmly at you and your insides melt immediately
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higuruma has a strange obsession with your thighs ! (reupload)
to say higuruma had a stressful life would be an understatement. he’s was always piled with cases, always making sure everything was executed to perfection—he was never one to half ass his job after all.
but what does a stressed lawyer do when everything is just too much? when every wall closes in, and the weeks of sleep deprivation finally catches up to him?
he lays down on your thighs, of course.
he doesn’t know how on earth he managed to subdue his stress before he met you, only ever finding comfort in laying down and staring at his ceiling endlessly, hoping the ringing in his ears would miraculously disappear with more caffeine, piled with more work.
but now higuruma had something, someone to come home to. you, as striking as ever, a girl with a smile that was so bright it was blinding, a voice that could cut through all his worries in seconds, you were his everything.
but there was one particular thing about that that seemed to melt away all of his worries the second he got his face between them. your thighs.
the very moment he managed to walk past the doors, he was practically tackling you down to your bed, with his face planted directly into the plush of your thighs. he swears he can feel everything that was wrong with the day just disappear, his cheek cushioned against your thighs, your shorts almost straining against them, while you slowly move the hair from his face.
“though day, huh?”
“you have no idea, honey.”
you almost giggle at his enthusiasm, the way he moves to nuzzle into your stomach like a cat, still clad in his black suit, his eyes, tired, so full of sleep, before you lift his face up to place a tiny kiss on his nose.
“you need to take a shower, higu.”
“mm give me 5 more minutes” is all you hear him mumble from between your thighs. he’s got a strange fixation with them, always having his face between them, always kissing your thighs every single time he got the chance.
he’s always been a fan of the little shorts you sport around the house when it’s too hot. giving him the perfect view of your legs—and it might just be the only reason he’ll ever like summers.
and he’s not opposed to dropping down to his knees in your presence if it means he’ll get to hug your legs, the plush of your thighs against his face, his hands kneading the flesh. he’d die a happy man, right here, his face pressed up against your perfect, perfect thighs.
TEHEHEHE! Hello my lovelies... i may or may not.... tehehehehehehehe.... be posting part 3..... to.... mwahhahahahahhaa...
MY ROOMMATE IS SO HOT!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO! GETO IS CUMMING!!!!!
Can I get a amen? Can i get an "ALL PRAISES!" Because yes.... today just might be the day, my fic comes to life and sees all the mouths it's going to feed.
what do you guys think?
I know I haven't done my best at being consistent but I promise that changes soon. Finals is basically over and then summer break is here! I will have much more free time, (besides when I work obvi) but i'll def have way more free time!
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His bare and broad back was flushed against the cushions, large and manly hands gripping your hips as you grind against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your swollen clit as your cunt swallows his girthy and hard as a rock cock.
No bouncing, no harsh movements, just you and him pressed against each other, your tits laying flush on his sweaty chest as you pant, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Pussy so wet he could literally feel your juices dripping down his heavy balls and onto the couch, making his cock pulse and throb inside of your warm, gummy walls.
He whimpers, actually whimpers, gripping the fat of your hips so hard that you knew you were going to have a hard time with the bruises later.
You grind again, moaning at the feeling of his mushy tip kissing your pretty cervix and your throbbing clit rubbing against his pubes one more time.
Until he moans, moving his arms to wrap them around your waist hard, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock past your cervix, ropes of cum bursting into your womb as you drool against his neck, cumming immediately when you feel his dick throbbing and pulsing again and again inside of your sticky and messy pussy.
toji fushiguro was never not tired. he always had bags underneath his eyes, his hair was always disheveled, and there was never a time he looked put together in university. which was strange considering he was mostly older than the other people there.
and group projects were the bane of his existence. and having been paired with you—the girl who insisted on getting to know him despite his notorious reputation, with absolutely zero intentions of minding your own business, he knew he was doomed the second you’d set foot in his apartment.
in hindsight, he should’ve offered to go to your place—you’d made some excuse saying your roommates had band practice and that’d it’d be too loud to focus so his place it was.
you rang the doorbell, giddy, because you’d finally been given the opportunity to get to know toji handed to you.
but poor toji, having his mind entirely clouded, had completely forgotten you’d be coming over, opening the door with megumi swaddled in his arms while he wailed at the top of his lungs.
“hey toji—oh.”
“oh. you were coming over today.”
“is that—”
“yeah it’s my brat.”
of all the theories you’d made up in your brain, toji having a little chubby baby with a temper was not one of them.
“is your girlfriend or wife home—”
“don’t have one.”
“m sorry.”
it was awkward painfully so, the only noises filling up the silence was megumi trashing around in toji’s arms while throwing a fit.
“do you mind if i—”
he dropped megumi into your arms almost instantly, moving to collapse onto his couch, groaning into his hands like the world was crushing him.
you slowly cooed at megumi, humming him a song you remembered from your childhood while megumi babbled on, slowly blinking while sleep started to take him over.
“ma…ma..mama” he tried to babble, his tiny arms trying to reach your face, grabbing at the air while trying to squish your cheeks.
“oh i’m not—nevermind.” you continued to sway him, slowly sitting at the edge of the couch while toji tried to fight off sleep, staring at you with a look in his eyes that was almost tender while you put megumi to sleep.
“you need to get some rest too toji, you look like a ghost.”
“you aren’t gonna tell anyone about this right.”
“my lips are sealed.”
“thank you.”
“get some sleep, the project can wait.”
megumi was fast asleep in your arms, toji curled up by your side, softly snoring, the two black haired men slumbering as if they’d never been graced with sleep before. of all the secrets he could’ve kept, you never imaged that he had a whole kid he somehow managed to take care of while no one knew about it. and you’d made a silent promise to help him out. besides, it took a village to raise a child right?
and who wouldn’t want to spoil a little pudgy baby and have a greek god of a man curl up next to you like a cat? megumi already seemed to think you were his mom anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to help just a little.
more fluff. last drabble for now until i actually write
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“you seem a bit leaner lately. been skipping meals?”
his words took a few seconds to fully register. even then, your brain stalled helplessly under the hazy after-effects of many an orgasm. typical suguru to ask this sort of question. your lover who was so fiercely protective, always watching over those closest to him with an observant, gentle eye. (if only he spared a fraction of that care for himself, instead of constantly putting his own well-being last.)
“h-huh? no, i’ve been eating,”
“is that so?”
he cooed, mauve eyes glittering with jest. before you could even try to defend your appetite, a pleasantly deep thrust buried him to the hilt, making your toes curl. tears born of overstimulation and adoration pooled at the corners of your eyes. a stray strand of his raven bangs tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his thumb sweeping to catch the bead of moisture.
“because i was wondering why the shape right here...” his palm slid down to press on the newfound swell of your lower belly—the protrusion providing proof that he was stretching you out from the inside— “looks so beautifully obvious.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: clit pumping, softdom!suguru, early 20’s sugu, pet names, head (f! receiving), kinky sex hehe, reader in deep subspace, sweet talk, decryphilia, nurturing kink, emotional play.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: heya, more of this bc I’m trying to still get used to putting my stuff out there shamelessly..
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“Such a cute thing..” he’s staring down at you like the most precious thing in the world. One hand cupping your right cheek with reverence, the other hand holding and squeezing the pump in the other hand. Tears falling down your face from how long this has gone on. Your clit becoming more swollen and sensitive. It’s so tender—even peeking out from the hood, embarrassingly so. He’s sitting between your legs in his bed, your on your back with your legs tucked into your chest. He leans down and kisses your tear stained cheek murmuring sweet words. “Don’t cry honey..”
“I..I’m sorry..” you stutter. “What are you sorry for honey? You didn’t do anything.” And he’s right, why are you crying? Is it because you’re too sensitive or because his words are making you cry? You look at the wall avoiding his gaze as he looks so confused and sympathetic at the same time. He just wants to hold you tight and kiss you all over—safe in his arms. “You alright?” He whispers against you. “Yeah..” you turn your head to him and you lean up—he kisses you tenderly then slides his tongue in your mouth. “Mmh..” you moan softly.
He kisses you deeper and you feel more suction on your clit making it harder. You whine under him and break the kiss breathless. He moves back down to your hips—kissing softly at your most sensitive parts. Once he’s settled between your legs he loosens the toy and looks down at it. He licks his lips then wraps his lips around the tip of your clit and starts sucking it slowly up and down. Your body shivers at the intense sensation and you lay your head into the pillows breathing in and out. You grab hold of his head and close your eyes. His moan vibrating warm lips sucking your clit up and down then lifting away from your sensitive slick bud—his saliva dripping down its new growth.
He takes his hand and puts his index finger and thumb on it, one on top and the other underneath it. Your body tenses and he looks up then softly smiles at your response. His fingers slowly start moving up and down. “Relax baby, you’re okay.” He says soothing your near trembling and straining body. You take a deep breath in and sway your head left and right trying to relax like he says. You feel your body feel lighter and slump into the bed completely giving in. “That’s it honey.” He speaks softly again reinforcing your body to relax further into the euphoric feeling. “Mmmh..” your hands let go of his hair and fall into the bed completely surrendering. He doesn’t slow down or speed up after, he just keeps that same slow pace that makes you breathe harder. Dragging out your pleasure for as long as he can.
“My love so tired hm..” his voice felt far but still here. He didn’t expect a real response from you anyway because your mind felt like it was drifting to a higher plane. All you do is make tiny moans slip from your lips. His touch felt more overbearing but you knew he didn’t change his motions or grip. You open your tired eyes and look at him slightly confused—is your body honing in on this pleasure only right now? “No thinking.” He interrupts your thought process. “Just relax and don’t think about anything.” His voice soft and coaxing you deeper. You sigh and lay your head back into the pillow—his fingers still slowly stroking against your hard clit. Back deeper into that state of being. “Okay..” you breathe in and out again relaxing.
“Good girl.” He praises. Your mind feels fuzzy as you feel his fingers glide against your clit. It was starting to throb and that was the only thing your body is letting you focus on. You take in deep shaky breaths as he goes slightly faster. “Hmmh..” you moan and take more shortening breaths at the pace change. “Mmmmmmh..” you swallow harshly. He lets go of your clit then goes back to sucking it softly. Swirling his tongue around it. You felt every single tight loop he’s giving you. “Hmmmmhhh..” he moans against your skin again. It felt like a large reverberant bell but there was no sound—only the hum of his voice lulling against your twitching clit. It just pulls you deeper into that state. Your pussy leaking cum down from your hole and into your asshole and onto the sheets.
Your flower opens up more. Somewhere deep inside the pit of your stomach you feel a sweet sensation of euphoria from the inside. Pulling through your sweaty body. “Ouuuu!” Your thighs strains themselves and try to crush his head but his arms forcefully hold your thighs and sucks your throbbing clit into his lips. “Hmmmmmh..” he moans deeper this time, vibrations of his voice making your body coil and flex your abs taking in more shaky breaths. Big drops of cum weeping out into his mouth. “Aaahhh..” you moan and gasp after, hands gripping the bed for some sort of support. You close your eyes shut and swallow breathing harder. He lifts his lips again then kisses it repeatedly from the underside of it, smearing your cum and his saliva all over his soft dew lips and your tender sensitive clit, he blows on your sweet spot and gathers his spit in his mouth then lightly spits over it—bubbles of spit sliding slowly into your clenching asshole. His tongue dips inside you and slithers it back up to your clit and sinks his lips back down on it. “Su-guru..” you strain your own voice and take a deep breath in, clenching at his hair again as he licks against your clit—working his muscle against you. This agonizing feeling in your stomach is about to release—you just have to accept it in your mind.
Your body shakes deeper as your mind gets more fuzzier. “Cuuuuummmhhh!” Your body involuntarily curls into itself—your legs wrapping around his head. Your brain wants him to stay. You want him to stay. He understands. He completely understands. “Mmmiiinng!” It was like a wrecked whispered plea. All of your tears fall from your eyes. All this love was for you, and he was gladly giving it to you. You’re in your most purest form right now, and he’s going to cherish it. You take a deep shaking breath in your chest as your heart beats fast and hard. It was too late, your cum was already seeping out. Now all that came out was needy sounds and pleas as your whole body is shaking and trembling. Suguru loves you so much, he’ll do anything for his love. And if giving you this made you happier, he’ll do it over and over again just to show his devotion.
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⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dryhumping, grinding, pet names, is this still explicit? Idk.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: realized I can do short drabbles too
His kisses are soft and slow, never hurried or in a rush, when he has somewhere to be he’ll give you a quick kiss. Unless he has you to himself he’ll keep you on edge. In his lap, holding your hips rubbing them in a soft slow rhythm. He stares down at you and you look up at him. There’s a comfortable silence between you two. Until you see something in his eyes change. The glimmer of desire pooling in his pupils. He wants a kiss.
He didn’t say it but you can tell by the way he’s looking at you. His breathing became slower and relaxed, he blinks and parts his lips. You mirror him and close your eyes. His lips press onto yours softly, you turn your head to the side and he leans his head to the other. Lightly nipping at your bottom lip, the tip of his tongue teasing and rubbing against yours. He grips on your hips and guides them to slowly grind against him, “mmh..” his lips vibrating softly. He slips his tongue past your lips and massages yours as your hips grind up and down.
Pulling you deeper into this slow dance. He’s so smitten with you. Your slow grinding against his hardening length puffing up your clit so easily, sending chill down your back. You pull back to gasp quietly feeling him on your most sensitive parts. It’s really a gift to gave this man under you. “Yeah?” He softly giggles enjoying your reaction. He pulls you back in for another kiss, now he’s swallowing your tongue in his mouth. Soft moans and hard breathing becoming louder and more noisy—needier for each-other. “Angel..” he breaks the kiss and humps into your hips under you—grabbing and making you grind harder. “Sugu..” the feeling was entirely just too much. You wrap your arms around him and go faster and he lets out the prettiest moan throwing his head back exposing his neck.
Your body starts shaking and your panties get soaked, he moans again and looks down at your panties. “Aaahh!” He moans whiny. And you both feel your orgasms knocking closely. But as you both gasped for air you squirt and he cums right with you. Your bodies trembling. He pulls you close and heavy breathes through it all. Whispering how much he loves you. “I love you too..” you breathe back in. “Mmh..” he moans tiredly and you hum in contentment. His heart beating fast against your ear. Chest warm. He always takes care of you.
choso’s breath catches the second you sink down on him.
he’s still in his full gear, jersey damp and clinging to his chest, shoulder pads bulky under your hands. his cock is buried so deep inside you it almost hurts in the best way, thick and pulsing, stretching you open with every slow roll of your hips. the relief hits him instantly. all the rage and noise from the game bleeds out of his body with every slick slide of your cunt around him.
his head falls back against the locker with a dull thud, eyes fluttering half-shut as a shaky exhale leaves his lips.
“f-fuck, you feel so warm…so tight—fucking good, baby.”
every time you lift up and sink back down, his thick length drags along your walls and it sends sparks up his spine. the tension that had been coiled in his shoulders, his jaw, his chest, finally starts to loosen.
he grips your hips tighter with his gloved hands, fingers digging in like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. his pants are bunched around his calves, legs spread wide on the bench as you ride him slow and deep in the quiet locker room.
he can feel everything. the way your pussy flutters and squeezes around him when you grind down hard, the slick heat dripping down his cock and onto his thighs, the soft little gasps you make against his neck. it makes his stomach tighten with something deeper than just pleasure. something that aches.
“god… you’re so wet,” he mumbles, voice low and rough, barely above a whisper. his hips twitch up to meet you, pushing his cock even deeper, and a broken groan slips out of him.
you brace your hands on his padded shoulders and start moving a little faster, rolling your hips in those perfect tight circles that make his toes curl in his skates. choso’s breath stutters. his cock throbs hard inside you, leaking steadily, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting soft but obscene in the empty room. every drag pulls another wave of tension out of him, replacing the anger with heavy, desperate need.
he wraps his arms around your back, crushing you closer to his chest, jersey rubbing against your skin. his face stays buried in your neck as you ride him, breathing you in, letting your warmth melt the rest of the game away. the stretch, the heat, the way you take every inch of him so perfectly, it’s the only thing that ever calms the storm in his head.
his thighs start trembling under you. he can feel his orgasm building fast, low in his gut, but he doesn’t fight it. he just holds you tighter, letting you fuck the frustration out of him with every deep, smooth bounce.
when he finally comes it’s quiet and intense, a low groan vibrating against your skin as thick, hot spurts flood deep inside you. his whole body shudders hard under the pads and jersey, cock pulsing again and again while he clings to you like you’re the only real thing left.
you keep moving through it, soft and slow, until his breathing starts to even out and the last of the tension drains from his muscles.
he doesn’t let go. just presses his lips to your shoulder, voice barely there. “let’s stay like this for a min’… don’t move yet.”
can you guys tell off campus got a chokehold on me…?
Synopsis: choso was a simp, but only for you, his hot college professor.
Pairings: college student!Choso Kamo x Professor!fem!reader
Word Count: {2.4k}
Warnings: confessions, obsession, choso is such a nerd, choso is a warning himself, age gap (reader is early 30's, choso is early 20's), kissing, steamy-makeout, lying, and that's it. lmk if I missed anything! Much love, mwah!
A/N: SHES HERE!!!! PREPARE YOURSELVES! also can you guys tell I have a thing for nerds? sorry...
Choso Kamo. An exceptional student. He was always ahead of his work, turning it in either right on time or early.
Choso was your star student. He always helped others if they needed it, always came to you after class to talk about his work, even though he knew he did well.
“Choso, you did such a good job.” It was as if Choso was a puppy. Always happy as if he had a tail to wag.
“Thank you ma’am.” He was just the cutest thing. You treated him with such love and affection. Which is probably where and why his crush came to fruition.
You were in your early 30’s, divorced, and very strict on love. You hated dating people who were older than you. They just always seemed to be too cocky for you.
Thinking they know it all. Where your g-spot is, where to kiss you, where to lick properly to have you sweating bullets. They never did by the way.
Especially your ex-husband. So, to say the least, you were very sexually frustrated. Which you think is one of the reasons why you wanted to become a teacher. To let out all that frustration in lesson plans and teaching kids about statistics.
College students were fairly easy to teach. They were adults, same as you. They didn’t play games or act like they didn’t have any common sense.
They knew there was a time and place for everything. Choso was mesmerized the first day you walked in as the new statistics teacher, the previous teacher getting fired for not doing his job right, he couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.
The moment you opened your mouth to introduce yourself, he was head over heels. Your voice was so stern, as if putting a child in their place stern.
You held your head high, taking everyone in.
“Starting today I will be your new teacher. I am fun when I can be but I know my place as a teacher and you should know yours as a student. I take my job very seriously, and that includes holding you accountable for your assignments and whether or not they get turned in. If everyone understands, please say so, if not you can find a new class to take.”
You spoke with such strong authority. Not the type where everybody snickers at and pays no mind-no- you grabbed everyone's attention with your voice. You hooked everyone in and made everyone freeze at the sound of your heels clacking.
That day, Choso knew that statistics was going to be his favorite class.
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“Good Morning class.” Your voice was very cheerful today. Choso wondered what made you so happy today, you were practically glowing.
“Good Morning ma’am.” Everyone said in unison. You hated when they called you ma’am, wanting them to feel comfortable you always wanted them to just call you by your first name. Even professor would do.
“Okay class, we’ll be getting started this week with an individual project. I want you all to write me a 5 page essay on whether you think statistics is an important class or not.” Everyone in the class groans, everyone except for Choso.
“I know, but you guys are capable and you can handle it perfectly fine. I expect it to be done in 2 weeks. I want to see what I'm working with here. You all are very capable, I can feel it. Now, I just need you to show me what I’m feeling.” As you're talking, you make direct eye contact with Choso as you end your sentence.
‘Show her what she’s feeling?’ If only. If you had three words to describe yourself, it would be steady, strong, and fun.
If Choso could describe you in three words, it would be mine, mine, mine. Cause that’s what you were to him, His. His and only his.
Was Choso potentially delusional? Yes. Did that stop Choso from pursuing what he wanted? Absolutely not.
Choso is what you would describe as a nerd. A hot one at that. So, when Choso was given a mission, he would accomplish it. When Choso was faced with a problem, he would crush it.
And you, you were a problem for him. A very hot, off-limits, and sexy problem that he was soooo ready to crush.
“Ma’am?” Choso sneaks up behind you, you glare at him for a second and he corrects himself, “I-I mean professor? I just wanted to ask you something.” His nerves were tingling and his ears were as red as tomatoes.
“Yes, Choso.” He almost whimpered. The sound of his name falling softly from your lips was a blessing only his ears could love.
“I was wondering if you could help me? I don’t quite understand this math problem you presented today and was wondering if you could talk me through it?” Choso’s voice dropped an octave at the last part
Choso knew he wasn’t sneaky but he tried to be. That little slip definitely didn’t go unnoticed by you. The way his lips curled up slightly after he said it, the way his tone dropped, the way his eyes lingered on your neck. Choso was HUNGRY, to say the least.
“Choso, I explained it for the whole class period on how to solve this problem and many more problems like this.”
He pouts at you and you feel a throb, and not in your heart, but your cunt instead. ‘God why am I like this?’ “Okay Choso, you have to find the expected value of x. The density function of x is given to you in this formula here, so now you have to solve that using the formula to get the answer for variable X. Okay?”
To be honest, Choso was NOT listening at all. He stared at your plump lips and how glossy they were from how much you lick them. He was staring at your breasts in this tight button up shirt, he adored the shirts you wore.
“Uh, yeah I got it, thank you professor.” And with that he walks away with a smile, a new plan, and an incredibly hard boner.
You make it back to your apartment complex and set your purse down with a sigh. As you're about to get ready to shower your phone rings with a call, the screen flashes your ex-husbands name and you groan before fighting the urge not to pick it up.
Your voice comes out dryly and hoarse after a long day of talking to your students, “Hello?” You hear shuffling on the other line before you hear a moan.
You take the phone away from your ear before putting it back with more urgency and aggression in your voice, “Hello!?”
All you can hear on the other line is a woman's whimpering and your ex-husbands groans. You scoff before hanging up the phone and texting him.
You: Your dumb little slutty self just butt-dialed me while having sex with another woman, I bet $30 she’s not even enjoying herself ya cunt.
You throw your phone across the room and scream causing your old neighbor on the bottom floor to knock her broom against the roof.
You flinch and cringe at yourself, “s-sorry Mrs. Irving.” You groan, stomping your foot lightly before disgruntledly walking over to your shower.
While in the shower you couldn’t help but think about it, mumbling to yourself the whole shower, “what an asshole,” “the audacity of this man, to butt dial me!?”
To say you were angry was an understatement.
As you step out of the shower you see a notification, it’s a text. You assume it’s your ex-husband and don’t even bother to look at the screen. But, your attention is drawn to it again when your phone is now buzzing with an incoming call.
It was an unknown number so you pick it up and answer it, “hello?”
“H-Hello? Professor, is this you?” Your eyes widened, you knew that timid voice anywhere, “Choso? Hun, what are you doing calling me this late? Is everything alright?” You don’t even register the fact on how he even obtained your number, you are too focused on the sad and worried tone in his voice.
“Yeah I just need help. My friends kinda left without me and now I’m stuck at this bar with no way of getting home. Can you help me?”
You stay silent on the other line, quickly getting dressed with newfound determination. “I know i’m not a little kid and can definitely find my way home on my home but it’s just scary right now and very dark and I am sorry to bother you like this and if it’s a hassle for you and ruined your night I am very sor-”
“Oh shut up choso, quit your babbling, send me the address i’m already in the car.” You can’t see it but on the other line he’s jumping for joy, he was such a simp.
“Okay, thank you professor.”
“Choso, I think we are past the formalities, call me by my name.” Your name rolls smoothly off his tongue and you feel your stomach flutter, you didn’t expect your name to sound so beautifully from him. So soft and velvety.
“I’ll be there in 10.”
“O-okay, bye professor-uhm I mean-” your chuckle cuts him off, you find him so cute. “Bye choso.”
You hang up the phone and catch yourself smiling in the mirror, not a small smile-no- a wide and toothy smile. You couldn’t even remember the last time you genuinely smiled.
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When your car pulls up, you spot Choso leaned against the wall, you’ve never seen Choso wear a short sleeved shirt. It’s tight around his biceps as he crosses his arms over his chest, the shirt loose on his waist clearly hiding much more under it, a tattoo peaks along his neck and his forearm. Choso Kamo was hot.
Wayyyyy hotter than he lets on. “Choso!” you wave to flag him down, his cute puppy eyes are droopy and tired, he’s clearly been out here for a while. Or was he just a bit tipsy?
He slowly makes his way over to you. “Hey.” He says, the once cute and shy demeanor of Choso is gone. The person that stands in front of you is not Choso or at least the Choso you know.
“Hey Choso, ready to go?” you ask, he looks at your car then back at you, “I feel bad, can I buy you a drink.”
It’s funny, because what you didn’t realize was that this was allll a part of Choso’s great big plan to make you his. Choso has been crushing on you all semester, and his crush obsession with you was only growing the more he was around you.
So, yes. Choso did potentially lie to you to get you out here and have a drink with him. Maybe even confess his feelings to you, or even get lucky and bed you.
“Uhm, Choso… I don’t know.”
“Come on, we are both responsible adults, it’s one drink. I promise.”
And it was exactly that. One thing about Choso is that if he makes a promise, he keeps it. You both sat and had one drink in the bar and talked to each other a lot more.
“You did what!?” You laugh out loud and the couple next to you smiles, “remember when we were that young and in love don?” He chuckles and smiles, “Yeah sweetheart, I do.”
You may not have heard the couple but Choso did, and he couldn’t stop the flush that crept up his neck.
“What!? You say that like I did something bad.”
“You're lucky I'm nice. You're telling me, you really didn’t get abandoned by your friends and you really called me just to hang out?”
“Well, when you put it like that you make me sound crazy.” You softly smile at him as he nervously rubs his neck before planting your hand on his thigh, “you are crazy Choso, but I like that about you. You faced a fear just to talk to me, it’s cute.”
“So, I guess since we are being brave, I’ll tell you a secret. I have a daughter. She turns 4 in June.” You brace yourself, for Choso to get up and walk out, you don’t know why you think that but you just do.
All your luck in the dating world after your ex-husband was an ultimate failure. Every time someone found out you had a kid, they ghosted you or ran away saying they couldn’t commit to a relationship where your baby's dad was still in the picture.
“Wow, that’s great. What’s her name?” Your heart throbs, not from pain but from relief. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “you don’t care that i have a child?”
He scoffs as if you just offended him.
“No, why would that matter to me? Well I mean not like that-ugh- what I mean to say is why would that bother me? I really like you. And yes, I do know you're older than me but that shouldn’t matter when it’s love, right? I mean yeah you're my teacher and that might go against some school protocols but no one has to know. I graduate this year anyway and then we can be happy together. I respect you and truly like you, no- love you. And I know it’s early but i’d treat your daughter as if she was mine. Your past life doesn’t matter to me, what matters to me is the future we can build… together.”
You sit there stunned, you don’t even realize you’ve moved until your lips clash with his. Choso’s eyes widen in surprise before he melts into your warm lips on his.
He whines into your mouth and you drink it up, completely forgetting where you both are right now. His large hands grab your waist and trail up your back, your hands are placed on his thick thighs, your nails digging into his jeans.
The kiss deepens, his tongue flicking with yours, you can taste the alcohol on his tongue. The kiss is sloppy, teeth clashing, spit mixing, drool spilling, it’s euphoric for you both.
You both pull away, a long and thick string of saliva holding you two together. It breaks as Choso licks his lips, relishing in the taste of you.
“Should we take this back to my place?” You tilt your head at him and Choso smirks, all traces of his shy demeanor fade away.
“Yeah.”
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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YES! The time has come to feed my lovely children and yes I did leave it on a cliffhanger. Dw guys, the smut is going to be absolutely panty dropping.
You and Toji were never intimate in bed, wanting to take things slow despite the constant sharing of nudes and groping. You thought you could handle it, the steadiness of a “healthy” relationship. But insecurity hits you every time you remember that he’s extremely experienced to the point that you believed he wasn’t attracted to your body.
So, you finally complained.
Toji soon became addicted to slapping your face with his dick. It's the oddest thing that he had ever got off on, but watching his pre cum shoot out as he slapped his cock against your cheek had him seeing stars. “Open up sweet cheeks.” His scarred lips grew into a grin when your pretty mouth opened up for him, sticking out your tongue.
“Atta girl.” He gave a few playful smacks on your tongue with his tip, thrusting in without a warning. You immediately gagged at the sheer size of him, whines being muffled. “Keep gaggin’ like that doll, let me feel that tight ass throat of yours.”
His dark eyes darted down to the drool dripping down your chin, humming as he practically fucked your mouth. Your eyes began to tear up, feeling the need to puke. Toji thankfully pulled out with a wet pop just in time before things got icky. His pre mixed with your saliva created a thin string connecting his tip and your lips. Toji’s hand moved from the back of your head to wrap around his base, dragging it over your face. With a grunt, white ropes of cum land on your face.
“You want it?” His chest rose fast with each breath, feeling himself harden again at the sight of you licking your white stained lips.
Your eyes met his, nodding desperately. Toji cocked his head to the side, raising his brow.
“Where?”
If you could barely fit him in your mouth, imagine the struggle of fitting him in your cunt. After using up an entire bottle of lube, his cock pistoned into you, reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “Can you feel me in your tummy, doll?” He chuckled, forcing your hand on your stomach to feel the bulge.
“Hurts..!”
“But you like it don’t you?” His sweat dripped down his toned body, disappearing into his untamed bush. At your silence, Toji frowned, slipping out of you. “Asked you a question.” His tip teased at your entrance, pushing against it but not enough to enter.
It was true, but you but you swore his dick wasn't this big in the nudes he'd send you after a gym workout.
You whined out of frustration. “Yes! I like it! So much, I like it so much!”
Toji smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Thought son,” He leaned back, admiring your pretty face all while his dick slid right back in. “Pretty girl didn’t think I got horny over her.. Ya didn’t know how hard I got to the idea of this pussy?”
His past relationships were full of sex, and he wanted to have a change with you because you were the first woman in his life that he actually cared for. He tried so hard, hiding away boners and doing quickies in the bathroom even at the sight of you sleeping.
“You’re doing so well.” He praised, wiping away tears that left those eyes he loved so much. His thrusts came to a stop when the sound of latex ripping caught the attention of both of you. Toji groaned, slipping out of you once again, making you feel empty. "Ji’.."
"Shut up." He groaned, noticing that the condom broke. "Fuck, knew these weren't my size." His attention diverted to you desperately trying to grind on his thigh. "You still want it? God, you fuckin' slut, you want my dick?"
You nodded repeatedly.
Toji tugged off the protection, slapping the head of his length onto your soaking cunt again. "... I'm not pulling out." He warned. "So don't." You whispered back, rubbing your tears away from your flushed cheeks. "Want a kid with you 'Ji"
"Fuck don't say that.." His voice was deep, slowly sinking back into you. "You gonna make me breed this pussy on our first fuck?" He leaned forward to peck your lips gently, beginning to move. "Want me to make ya a mama?.."
You could feel yourself get more wet at the thought and he noticed right away no thanks to the loud squelch that left your hole. “Please!”
"Yeahhh, I’ll make ya one.." He coo’ed, picking up his pace as it was before, making you arch your back. "Breed the fuck out of you."
Hey guys, right now I am currently filled with frustration because my tumblr seems to hate me.
I have this anime picture or header for the Choso fic, but everytime I put it on here it tells me it needs to be content labled. And I don't want my fic to be hidden from everyone because then I would have just posted it for nothing if little to no people can even see it.
Please, can anyone help me because I've done this three times already with THREE different photo's and I still can't find a good replacement picture to use and I'm tired of it labeling my fic.
Much love, Kyoto.
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i will be working on the fic that won, aka the Choso x college!professor!reader fic!!!!
yes clap it up we won yall were up! choso is here! our runner up was the Geto fic so thats what ill post next, i'll post the fics in order of what place they won so yayyy.
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