frat!sukuna, who first insisted that your relationship was strictly sex, nothing more—with some flimsy excuse about how he doesn’t have the time for a relationship, doesn’t have the time to commit to something that serious, and about how a relationship would only drag him down.
so he does what any good friend situationship?would do—he shows up to your place, fucks you until you can’t remember your own name, and leaves before something in his chest convinces him to stay.
frat!sukuna, who has to have you facing him to cum, something about just looking at your face contort in pleasure while you take him in, the way tears rim your eyes while he thrusts into you languidly—he simply can’t bring himself to cum if he isn’t look at you and your pretty face drunk on his cock.
frat!sukuna, who tries to walk out of your apartment the second he’s done with you, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. so he lingers, hovers around your sleeping form until you finally drag him back under your sheets, calling him ridiculous while he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.
frat!sukuna, who has your drink order memorised to perfection, always leaving your sugary concoction of a drink on your desk before each class begins with a scrawled on note that says ‘don’t get any ideas.’
frat!sukuna, who never denies anything when his frat brothers start calling you his girlfriend—it’s too much work to correct them, he says, but you don’t miss the way his cheeks tinge the same shade as his hair every single time one of them pats him on the back and calls you his girl.
frat!sukuna, who always has to have you close to him, with his arm slug around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist when he’s near you.
“it’s to make sure you don’t run away.”
“now, why would i do that?”
frat!sukuna, who almost decks toji in the face when he sees him flirting with you, his split lip curled into a girl while you laughed at his stupid jokes and for one second, sukuna’s afraid he’s going to lose this, that he’s going to lose you.
frat!sukuna, who starts tiptoeing around the idea of a relationship, insisting he takes you on dates—taking you out to fancy restaurants and late night bike rides when he knows exam stress starts to take over your brain. he’s spent enough time around you to know everything there is to know, but what sukuna doesn’t know is how to handle a relationship.
frat!sukuna, who’s been treating you like his girlfriend since the start, never skipping aftercare, always being there at your every beck and call—and avoiding every girl that had eyes for him like the plague since he met you.
“good god, did she neuter you, kuna?” toji slurred between drinks while sukuna tried to dodge the sorority girls coming his way.
“shut up.”
frat!sukuna, who’s softer during sex now, worshipping your body endlessly, covering you in soft kisses and bites marks before he eats you out like a man starved.
frat!sukuna, who’s basically a guard dog around you, glaring at everyone who so much as shows even mild interest in you, clinging to you like a needy puppy every second of the day that he possibly can.
frat!sukuna, who has words stuck in his throat every single time he tries to ask you out, always stuttering out nonsense he didn’t mean to say because, what if you turn him down? and what if there’s someone better?
frat!sukuna, who gets you a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers, showing up to your apartment in the dead of night, flowers scrunched in his hand, his chest heaving when he finally asks you out.
frat!sukuna, who tries to hide his flustered face when you finally say yes, spinning you around in his arms while he kisses the top of your head—because after all the mental gymnastics he’s done to have you in his arms, he finally gets to call you his girl.
gymrat!toji spends hours training in the gym, bench pressing double your weight and making sure you see it. he finds any excuse to show off to you, doesn't feel like he ever left home with how many times he texts.
picture of him flexing, picture of him curling a dumbbell, picture of him on the treadmill—you could make a collage at this point.
but gymrat!toji never leaves his girl waiting too long. he's in there for hours at a time and doesn't want you suffering sitting there waiting for him. a quick nut vid in the locker room should do it for you, right?
while he's on the drive home you're touching yourself to it, rubbing your clit and watching him fist his cock as he tells you how much he’s been thinking about you. he paints the prettiest picture for you—in more ways than one.
gymrat!toji makes sure to get the camera angle just right. those abs he works hard for, those arms you can't get enough of, and that dick you'll be taking the second the door swings open.
gymrat!toji keeps up his stamina in and outside the gym, you go 5 rounds—one for every room. you're thrown on the living room couch, holding onto the toiletry rack in the shower, legs spread on the kitchen counter, touching knees on the bed and bent over the balcony. in that order.
i haven’t written something on the longer side in a hot sec and my cyberpunk obsession is beyond limits i didnt know were possible so i think ill have more than enough motivation to write something based on it
if there was a competition for the worst assistant ever, you’d not only go home with a gold medal but a spot in the guinness book of world records too.
you haven’t been on time for work in weeks, you manage to fuck up his coffee order 50% of the time, you double-book his meetings more often than he can just ‘let slide’.
these could all be excused as slip ups, you only get away with it all cause you’re letting him bend you over his desk every now and again. however there is a reoccurring offence that he just can’t excuse.
the way you dress. tiny skirts, tight shirts that always have a few buttons undone, thigh high stockings instead of tights.
though you could blame the last one on him, does he expect you to buy replacements for all the pairs he’s ripped to shreds?—still, it’s getting to be a problem. you’re standing in suguru’s office more than at your own desk.
“i won’t be asking you again. will you stop wearing this into the office? it’s distracting.”
the word ‘distracting’ has your ears ringing—you hear it over and over, every day. “i think you’re the only one that’s distracted, if you learned how to control your dick maybe you’d be able to focus on your work instead of my collarbones.” you snap.
a heavy sigh escapes his throat as he steps toward you, and he looks anything but pleased. looks like you should’ve kept that smart mouth of yours shut.
after a sly scan of the office through the glass he grabs your face with one hand, smushing your cheeks together. “is that how you speak to your boss?” his voice is soft unlike his grip. “and you’ve got much more than just your collarbones on display.” he adds.
“mmnno shhir.” you mumble, unable to speak properly.
a smirk creeps up at the corners of his mouth, “at least you still remember how to address me.”
he releases his hold on you and simply turns back to his desk and continues his work as if nothing ever happened, fingers reaching for the pen he uses only to twirl around between them.
taking it as a sign you’re free to leave, you make your way towards the door. the noise of your heels tapping against the floor echoes through the room with each step, he’s always been good at making you feel on edge by just.. being there.
right when you’re about to push down on the door handle, he speaks. “if you have any plans after work you should cancel them.”
if this were some sort of romantic comedy his words would imply he’s planning on taking you out to a fancy restaurant. but it’s not. it’s more of an erotica, and you can’t say you don’t prefer it that way.
you look forward to a different type of meat being shoved down your throat after-hours—so much so that you sit at your desk with sopping panties all day, clenching your thighs together for the most minimal amount of relief.
it’s a shame that pretty pair went to waste.
“mngh—i heard a rip—did you just rip those?!” lifting your head off of the table and turning it to the side you find his eyes glued to the teared lace. “i told you stop pulling them to the side and just take them off!”
he gives your ass a few light pats, “i’ll give you a bonus this month to make up for it.”
“better be.” you mumble under your breath—the same breath that’s stolen from your lungs not even seconds later as he slams his thick cock back into you with one harsh thrust. “repeat that for me?”
there’s two options with him. either give some form of an apology, or be a brat about it. even with the lack of air travelling to your brain you know which one gets you the sex you need.
“s-said thanks.” the words can barely escape your throat but your voice is still laced with sarcasm and the snarkiest tone you can manage.
the unnecessarily short skirt you’re wearing doesn’t need to be pushed up more than it already is, but he still tugs it up to give your ass a harsh—SLAP!—that makes you jolt. “that’s not what i heard.”
“should i just find a replacement for you?” SLAP! “look for someone who knows their place?” each smack stings harder than the last—also doesn’t help that he’s continuing to jam his leaking cock inside your pussy.
“at least—ngh—let me put in my two weeks..” you choke out, hands gripping the edge of the table so he doesn’t pound you through it.
his pace stutters and you hear the sound of drawers slamming, for such an organised man it’s taking him quite a while to find what he’s looking for.
“open.” there’s a pen in his hand, a pen that’s being shoved in your face. yet you can only focus on him. the loose strands of hair stuck to his face, the tie that looks like it could slip off with a gust of wind, the beads of sweat dripping down his neck.
not for long though, a hand grips your jaw and forces it open. you instinctively bite down on the pen he slipped between your lips, and only then do you catch sight of the piece of paper laying flat on the desk.
“sign it then. need your signature.” you weren’t expecting him to go through with it, but you always stick to your word—or as he would put it, you’re a ‘stubborn brat.’
doing your best to fight gravity and lift your head up as he’s driving his hips into you, your tongue slides the pen to the back of your mouth and you use your molars to bite down on it.
of course the second you try scribbling down something legible onto the page, a certain spiteful man behind you decides now is the best time to speed up the drive of his hips.
the ink goes everywhere, shaky lines and zig-zags fill the page—nothing even resembling a signature.
summary : turns out the guy you’ve been bickering with on voice chat for months is pretty popular on twitch.. if you’d consider an average of 50,000 viewers per stream popular—then you are too! cause apparently you’re his main clipfarming tool..
content : [3.5K] mdni. f!reader, smut, exhibitionism(?), blowjob, face fucking, missionary, unprotected sex, pussydrunk gojo, a lot of references to games i kinda nerded out when writing this soorry
! art by @/reinnyz on X !
'CHKCHKCHK..’
"YEAH HOW ABOUT THAT—" you're about to celebrate your ‘victory’ and throw out the hundredth insult of the night when..
"BOW!"
the screen starts to dim as pieces of dirt and gravel float over your character. asshole had some type of SMG that would fire a grenade while he reloaded, took all the health you had left in one blow.
every time you die and fall victim to the reactions that man wants to drag out of you, you wonder why you're still playing—why you choose shooting aimlessly over something with real emotional depth, something that made you think instead of frying your brain.
story games have always been your 'thing.' so just how did you manage to rack up 83 hours on a shitty 3rd person shooter game with no plot whatsoever?
the answer turns out to be quite simple really, you gained a newfound love for competition from it.
after having replayed cyberpunk 2077 five times, trying out every character in borderlands 3 and hunting down achievements in assassins creed valhalla, you had come to the conclusion that it was time for something new.
off to the wasteland of the 'filter low to high' page you went. it's not like you wanted to, there's so many games you still haven't got the chance to play—but $80 for a game? in this economy? no chance. you figured you'd simply have to wait a year or so before you could afford to see leon kennedy's face again.
you watched the cover art of countless games blur together, haphazardly scrolling looking for something to try out. a shiver went down your spine when you ended up stumbling across genshin impact, it was the first ( and last ) gacha game you had ever played.
the story was alright for the most part, if you hadn't lost your last 50/50 you would most likely still be playing.
in the end it turned out to be both a blessing and a curse, as that's what made you stop and take a closer look at the game next to it.
the art style is what drew you in, it reminded you of the lalaloopsy dolls you used to play with as a kid—only there was a few small differences..
they were creepier, stitches that were still healing around the eyes where buttons had been sewn, detached limbs, some looked like sid from toy story got a hold of them.
it was messy, there were all kinds of dolls on the cover—boy dolls, girl dolls, animal dolls, inhuman dolls. the developers could do well with a different graphic designer.
despite the eyesore of the overwhelming amount of yarn blending together on the screen, you gave it a chance; 'RAGSHOT' downloaded with the simple click of a button.
that click would turn out to be the reason all your hair is about to turn grey and fall off, like a timelapse of a flower wilting.
the conniving bastards voice comes in over your speakers, "didn't see that one coming, did you?"
his doll doesn't fit the color scheme of the game one bit—it's too light compared to the darker aesthetic. the white hair blinds you, and the fact he chose the glowing blue for the buttons tells you all you need to know.
"didn't see that one coming diid youu?!" you repeat back in a high pitched tone, watching the time at the top of the screen go down slowly—theres only 4 minutes until the next round, enough time to plan out how you'll sneak up on him.
your mic has been forcefully muted since you died, so you can't continue going back and forth with him to your hearts content. being someone with the attention span of a 5 year old, you pull out your phone and open tiktok.
man raving about 'traditional women.' — not interested.
news. — you would have watched it on tv if you cared.
some OF model clickbaiting. — you can get porn for free literally anywhere else.
clip of hot streamer talking to his chat. he's playing ragshot, cool, finally something you don't have to force yourself to sit through.
"i'll get her on stream one day, and if i don't i'll gift chat 100 subs." he looks kinda familiar, maybe like a real life version of a cartoon character.
" 'do you even have her as a friend ' " he laughs at the message, "you know i actually don't, i somehow keep finding her in every lobby."
right, so theres clearly some sort of lore here you aren't aware of.
it's still managed to peak your interests within about 7 seconds, and you find yourself scrolling through the comments trying to piece together information.
hold on.
why is your username in every comment?!
no, this can't be right—your brain is just messing with you. some other girl probably has a similar username—why would they be talking about you?!
your finger quickly swipes right to check out the page, tapping on the most recent video.
it opens with your voice, "STOOP TARGETING MEEE!!" a clip of one of the many times he's pushed you to your limit.
"you're just an easy kill." he chuckled while continuously firing at you.
this is really you in the video. having a temper tantrum for hundreds of thousands of people to see—and THIS is the guy you've been straining your vocal cords over?!?
sorta wish they were being strained for a different reason.
that's besides the point, you need to get these mortifying videos wiped off the internet.
you've got quite the recognisable voice and aren't too keen on people you know in real life hearing you get this worked up over a video game.
doesn't help that there's tons of evidence, the videos of you raging go on and on—if you can't get them taken down you should be entitled to a portion of the money he's made from you.
you've become almost like a celebrity within his fanbase, all of his most popular posts are some form of you raging. as you scroll through them and pay no mind to the active round his voice can be heard through your headphones resting on your shoulders, "pay attentionnn.."
you look back up to your screen and see that he's killed you. again. what a shock.
not like you were planning on playing another round after all this anyway, you'll be heading straight to twitch to watch his live reaction when you confront him.
you're on his instagram in no less than a minute seeing as it's linked to the tiktok page, and typing out a very angry DM even faster.
6:55PM: TAKE THPSE CLIPS DOWN OR YOU WONT B.STREAMINF AGAIN
you don't bother fixing the spelling mistakes in hopes that they'll further communicate your feelings.
it's all making you feel very stalker-y, his virtual doll was just shooting at yours, and in just a few minutes you've got his insta opened on your phone and his twitch stream up on your computer—especially with the way you're watching his phone buzz and seeing him reading the message in real time.
you expect that he'll be able piece together that it's you given that you use the same username for everything, what you don't expect however, is that he reads it out to his audience with a big happy smile on his face.
"chat, she found me." it only makes you angrier that he doesn't refer to you by name, just says 'she' and everyone automatically knows who he's talking about.
"she says to delete the videos or i won't be streaming again," he cackles like it's funny, "what do i say?"
his chat immediately goes wild, tons of messages flooding in all at once—while you read every single one, only a few stick out to him.
ihateportals: is she hot show us the insta
shakabrah420: say L bozo plzz
28stabwounds: yoo get her on stream
"i'm not telling you psycho's her insta but.." he trails off, disinterested in the countless pleads from his chat and more interested in you—the phone isn't the only thing that lights up his face.
he also seems to forget he's still on stream and becomes completely engrossed in your photos.
glory2arstotzska donated $5.00 - whys he lagging
the donation makes him jump and he comes to his senses—clearing his throat, he chokes out, "yeah, yeah she's..i'll get her on stream."
no chance. the whole reason you're texting him in the first place is to remove yourself from the whole situation, what makes him think you'll show your face on his stream?
6:58 : come on stream and i will
looks like he's bold enough to actually send the text too, just hilarious isn't he? why would you ever—
6:58 : i'll pay u
well.. you have been eating nothing but struggle meals for the past 2 weeks so you'll take what you can get. you can get back to playing real games with that money too, so win-win..?
after an excruciating long and boring conversation where you two exchanged information about the stream and whatnot, you found out that he lived only a half an hour away from you, so all this time you could've beat him up whenever you felt like it.
it was also entirely your fault that the conversation was so boring, you refused to make small talk or be decent to him in general. half of your brain still held a grudge and the other half had the 'nice guys finish last' mentality.
you'd be lying if you said a part of why you agreed wasn't for the chance to bang him. it's either that or take your frustrations out on him a different way—with a belt or your bare hands.
maybe you'll let yourself be greedy and do both.
on the way over your uber driver wouldn't stop talking, which for once was a good thing. your nerves were through the roof and listening to her blabber on about whatever passenger from hell she had before you took your mind off of the whole ordeal.
it wasn't as awkward as you had expected, when you arrived you hid your unease by bantering with him and eventually put up the facade for so long that your anxiety had waned in.
he took some time to show you around his place and offered you some food before the stream started, to which you declined, afraid that you would throw it right back up in front of him.
now you sit in beside him a spare chair he found laying around. the hard part of starting the stream and letting the viewers have their fun is already out of the way, now you're letting him do all the work.
he didn't make the connection that you might not have been so good for clip farming in real life as you are behind a video game character, but his chat was very happy to see you anyways. almost a little too happy.
you're idly twirling with a strand of your hair, feeling extremely bored with the same things being said over and over, "stream her going to anger management," some form of "shes hot," and "they r 100% cracking after this." while they're repetitive, the last one gets an idea to pop up in your head.
"hey, satoru."
"yeah?" he takes his eyes off the game to look at you, "i'm gonna go use the bathroom, its that door there, right?" you point toward the slightly ajar door only a few feet away from you.
"mhm, go ahead." he responds, none the wiser.
from the way he's been looking at you ever since you stepped inside the house, you're able to gauge that he wouldn't be opposed to the idea of you giving him a blowjob under his desk. what a way to liven things up, right? enough of you being the laughingstock, it's his turn!
his bathroom door clicks shut and you aimlessly walk around in circles for about 30 seconds or so while doing a few throat exercises, hoping he actually is into you and you aren't imagining things that lead you to embarrass yourself.
when satisfied, you quietly open the door and waltz back over. making sure you're out of view from the camera you—THUMP!—drop to your knees.
it catches him off guard, he looks over at you with nothing but a startled expression and confusion in his eyes—only when you start crawling under the desk does he start to catch on.
bolognaincident donated $5.00 — wtf was that? she fall in the toilet??
"uhh, earthquake." trying to make it as subtle as possible, he acts as if he's aimlessly fidgeting around on his chair to 'get a bit of blood flow going' as he plays, when he's really making room for you to get under the desk.
once you're as cozied up as you can be in the dark and cramped space, you rest one arm on his knee and use the other to pump the air, prodding your tongue against your cheek in time with your fist.
despite him already having a clear idea of what you were going to do, the motion still makes his eyes widen and a lump form in his throat.
doesn't take you long to grow tired of your little 'show' and raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for any indication that he'll let you suck him off on stream.
he gives you a sly nod which is all you need to get started. you waste no time and hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down and eyeing his bulge. his huge bulge.
there's no way you're fitting all of him down your throat, but it's too late to go back now.
you palm him through his boxers as he mumbles something to the viewers about whatever strategy he's using. unsatisfied with his lack of reaction you apply more pressure while staring up at him, waiting for something.
fine. you make quick work of pulling down his boxers and letting his cock spring free—it slaps against his stomach, the veins bulging from it give you a clear path on where to lick. you also take notice that he shaved for you, cute.
the feeling of you licking a long stripe from base to tip has his dick twitching, he grips extra hard on the mouse and nearly breaks the thing when you take him in fully.
your lips stretch around the soft flesh as you watch his body tense up—he's utterly failing in his act to be as normal as possible, not acknowledging his audience one bit as he pours all his focus into attempting to regulate his breathing and keep his face still.
tahitiancowboy2 donated $5.00 — i think she snuck out u got no game loll
he so badly wishes he could retort by simply standing up and showing everyone that you've got his dick in your mouth, but unfortunately for him he's forced to swallow his pride.
"d-dunno what girls do in there. maybe she's—" he's cut off by you tightly wrapping your two hands around the base to make up for where your throat can't quite reach, "taking a shower!" he squeals out. your panties are getting wetter and wetter with every little slip-up you cause.
exoticbutterss: am i tripping or
3-2tomorrow: HE'S GETTING STRAIGHT TEETH LMFAOOO
everyone is thinking the same thing and everyone can hear the slurping noises, but he isn't too concerned with his chat right now.
you keep on giving little kitten licks to his tip and it's driving him up the wall. he wants to be a gentleman, he really does—but he just can't help himself from pushing his hips up and your face down. he's gave up on trying to play properly with one hand, just lets himself get shot down while his doll spazzes out.
not thinking he'll be able to take much more of this, he grabs a fistful of your hair and bobs your head up and down his length to take control. tears begin to well up in your eyes as he pushes his cock further and further down your throat, hardly able to breathe with the speed he's moving at.
y1kesf0rever: is this allowed on here . .
definitely not. which is why he chokes out some bullshit excuse, "she's n-not feeliing too well so i'm ending—mmph.. stream here." and slams his hand down, mashing a few buttons on his pc.
you're finally able to get a bit of air into your lungs as he lunges your head back, "y-you trying to kill me?" he says, his voice hoarse.
"just getting you back for all the times you've killed me."
so..who's winning now?
with him burying his cock deep inside you and your walls gripping him tight enough to cut off his circulation, neither of you are sure.
his balls could burst with how hard he's been holding back, he had refused to let you finish him off from the overwhelming need to have you squirming under him—yet he's moaning more than you are. didn't turn out as well as he expected, but at least he'll have more than enough cum to stuff you full of.
the various plushies scattered around his bed bounce around each time he drives his hips into you, he grabs your thighs to push further and further into your cunt.
"t-this your apology for being such—hhmn—an asshole?" you wouldn't be staying true to yourself if you didn't throw some kind of snarky comment at him even in this situation.
but unlike his usual self he doesn't taunt you, solely focused on how your pussy keeps sucking him back in each time he pulls back, and the borderline pornographic sounds coming from it every time he so much as breathes. who would've guessed that gamer pussy would be this good?
his face is painted with pure bliss, if your eyes weren't so glossy you'd double check if there's any hearts in his. they roll to the back of your head as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over again, you wonder how no one's snatched him up yet—a man with a cock like that is hard to find. even harder to find one that knows how to use it.
you're obsessed with the feeling of his veiny cock dragging along your walls, the longest one so prominent you think you've memorised the exact length and shape of it by now.
"fuuck.. she doesn't want me to—ngh—leave..look at her.." his voice is so raspy you swear you can feel it in your own throat, or maybe it's the consequences of having his dick shoved down it earlier?
the blush on his cheeks decorates his face, you wouldn't be surprised if he started drooling all over you with the way he looks right now. eyes locked onto where your two bodies meet and mouth held open in an 'o' as he pistons his hips in and out of you.
you can feel your orgasm build as he increases the speed of his thrusts, "mm—gonna c—"
"gonna cum?—“ he cuts you off, pleasepleaseplease, wanna feel it.. wanna feel it so bad." he's not sure himself what words are leaving his mouth, his brain occupied with only one goal in mind.
if he could barely take it before, he definitely can't bear it now with the force your walls clamp down on him. he doesn't even recognise the fact he's cumming until he sees it spilling out of your hole, he fucks it right back into you until a creamy ring forms around the base of his cock.
his body topples over onto yours, he stays there a while as you two share labored breaths, pressing a few light pecks to the skin below your collarbones before pulling out and running over to get a towel to clean you up with.
but when he returns you're already asleep, curled up beside his link plushie.
the morning sun is near blinding as you wake up, needing to shield your eyes you lazily roll over onto your other side as your muscles ache as a result of your actions from the night before.
satoru's awake, staring right at you with a smile he tries to hold back. "hey you. you're finally awake." he giggles.
ah. so this is why he's single.
note : i hope at least 1 person catches the ref at the end or at least any reference i put in this lolol
CW: SFW, fluff, angst and grief, mentions of character death, alternating POVs, Megumi cameo, bittersweet WC: 2.5k
Divider by @dollywons
There’s a small breeze that blows through the meadow, ruffling his white hair slightly as he looks at you. The two of you are walking, the tall grass brushing against his ankles as he follows you wherever you go—just like he promised years ago.
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before turning towards him with a smile so bright it rivals the sun. His heart rate picks up, blood pumping a little faster through his veins as he just takes you in for a moment. The sundress flutters around you as some of your hair moves with the wind.
Your smile hasn’t changed much since the first time he saw you over twenty years ago, the only difference being the slight smile lines around your mouth, ones you’ve gotten from him.
The necklace softly moves around your chest—a small heart pendant hanging on your sternum. Inside is a picture of the three of you, all smiling at the camera—well, your son is scowling, but that was to be expected.
He automatically closes the distance between the two of you, head tilting down just slightly to take you in even better. A small smile forms on your face as you look up at him, up at the man who you’ve once said ‘I do’ to.
‘Til death do us part’
Only, death didn’t part the two of you.
Here the two of you are, standing in a field of wildflowers that gently move in the breeze, one pair of feet trampling the long grass as the other leaves everything in tact. Your footsteps careful, constantly avoiding the pretty flowers even though you wouldn’t trample them beneath the soles of your feet anyway.
It’s so you that it makes his chest hurt a bit. His heart beats against its cage, the same way it has been doing ever since he first saw you.
Back when he entered high school, you were there right alongside him. His pretty classmate that would grow up to be his wife. Some things were inevitable, this being one of them—the two of you getting married.
You were wearing a small sundress back when you had your first date with him, almost the same one you’re wearing right now, and he’d been so stunned, jaw slack and eyes wide, that you couldn’t help but giggle, all your nerves calming down immediately.
He’d forgone his simple t-shirt, trading it for a linen shirt and brown pants. It felt foreign, seeing the normally confident boy so starstruck. That’s when you knew you would love this boy forever. And you did. Though you kind of wish your forever would take a little longer than it did.
Yes, you can still converse with your husband, still see the way he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon, but you can’t touch him anymore. Your hand stopping mere millimeters from his skin, the warmth refusing to seep through your skin.
As upsetting as it is, at least you know your forever actually means forever. So does his. Choosing to stay with you despite not being able to touch you, though he still tries. Tried to manipulate his infinity in a way that he could touch you, but even The Strongest can’t do the impossible.
Well, except for seeing his dead wife, apparently.
The moment he got the phone call, he teleported to Shoko’s infirmary, frantically looking around to see you. There was a part of him that didn’t want to believe the news, clinging to the fact that this had to be some sort of cruel prank.
‘Til death do us part.’
He didn’t think that death would come so early for either of you, having pictured growing old with you. His white hair graying, skin wrinkling as the new generation would take over, relieving his burden from being The Strongest. Your (biological) kids running around in the backyard in the new house the two of you had freshly renovated.
But the look Shoko gave him told him enough. It wasn’t some sort of cruel prank, just faith messing with him once more.
Still, he clung to the fact that Yuji came back to life once—granted it was because Sukuna brought him back to life with a deal, but those were semantics his brain didn’t bother with—so surely you could do that as well. Hell, he’d been on the brink of death once, so maybe that was it, you were just on the brink of death.
That’s when he saw the white tarp on the cot, covering a body that was all too familiar to him. Even under the white sheet, he could make out the curves he spent years worshiping: the gentle slope of your nose, a stand of your hair peeking out from under it.
His knees buckled, thumping on the ground with such force, everything in the room shook for a second. Shoko came up to him, her hand coming down to his shoulder, but it stopped right before she could touch him. Infinity flared up immediately, preventing her from coming closer to him, pushing away everything that wasn’t you.
Shoko was speaking to him, but he couldn’t hear anything she was saying, her voice muffled almost like Infinity filtered out her voice, preventing it from reaching him. His hands shook as he brought one of them up to the cot, trembling fingers closing around your hand over the white sheet, crinkling under his grip.
A sob tore through his chest, tears finally cascading down his cheeks. His technique surging to life without calling for it, blue energy crackling around him, Infinity surging stronger and stronger, until one of the light bulbs above cracked under the pressure. The broken glass slid down, clinking onto the white tiles below, away from you two.
Because despite not being in control over his Infinity nor Blue, he would always protect you—his Infinity wrapping around your silhouette like a blanket, keeping the two of you in a small, private bubble, away from the world.
More light bulbs cracked under pressure, cots and other medical equipment getting shoved to the walls as he sobbed his heart out.
“I’m sorry,” the whisper was so faint, he thought it came out of his own mouth—apologising for letting you get hurt while he was away, breaking his promise to always protect you from evil, even if you told him you could protect yourself. “I didn’t think our story would end so soon.”
At that, his head snapped up, eyes wide. He knew that wasn’t him, no, he would recognise his wife’s voice anywhere. So he lifted the tarp, but was met by a sight he’d have trouble scrubbing from his memory for months to come. Your skin was still pale, mouth and eyes still closed. No sign of life. Another sob wracked through him.
“Oh Satoru…”
That very much came from behind him, a voice so somber he couldn’t help but turn around. There you were, looking down at him with sadness in your eyes, hand hovering just above his head; not fully touching him.
He gasped so loud, it had literally startled Shoko who was standing outside the room, but couldn’t get in due to Infinity surging. “Sweetheart.”
That was the day Gojo Satoru found out he could see ghosts. While non-sorcerer ghosts were harder to detect, having less Cursed Energy and no Cursed Technique, you were fully visible to him whenever he didn’t have his blindfold on.
Which is why people see him walk around without his usual blindfold, the fabric no longer obstructing his eyes. You of course scolded him for never putting it on during the day, because he got headaches so great, his pretty blue eyes swelled up with tears, but even then he refused to let you out of his sight.
His pretty wife that had been taken away from him too soon.
In a way he always cursed his own eyes for seeing too much, giving him too much of a headache on a daily basis. But right now, walking through this pretty meadow with his wife, he couldn’t be more happy about them.
The golden sun rays illuminate your skin in a gentle golden light, the pendant on your neck glinting as well as the pretty ring he’s given you almost fifteen years ago, a matching one resting around his own finger.
Beautiful. That’s all he can think of. How even in death you’re still as beautiful as the day he’s met you.
There’s a small glint in your eye as your lips curl up in a small, devious smile—one that already has him suspicious of your next move. Before he can even open his mouth, you turn around and sprint away from him, your pretty dress fluttering in the wind around you, hair whipping around your face as a small laugh tumbles out of you.
The sound finally has him moving, a small ‘Hey!’ falling from his lips as he runs after you—not bothering to use any Cursed Energy or his Blue to enhance his speed, just his long legs sprinting after you—grass snapping under his boots.
And what a silly sight it is, seeing The Strongest run after something no one else can see. That’s all Megumi can think about, seeing Satoru Gojo run after air with a smile so big he has to wonder if his cheeks are going to fall off.
In a way he’s glad, of course. Megumi wasn’t there when you two met, but you have been there alongside Gojo, taking care of him and his sister ever since that faithful day twenty years ago.
How time flies.
Gojo was busy, very busy, even as a teenager. That didn’t matter much to the higher ups—the fact that Gojo was a teenager—when they sent him out on all of these missions purely because he was supposed to be The Strongest.
Which meant Gojo didn’t have much time to take care of Megumi and Tsumiki, most often leaving them alone.
That’s where you came into play.
As Gojo’s long-term girlfriend, you often came by Megumi’s place to check in on the kids; making sure they had enough to eat for the week, making dinner most of the nights as well as taking them to school whenever you could.
Of course you weren’t perfect, no one is, but you took the time to take care of two strange kids like they were your own—like you weren’t still a teenager yourself.
You couldn’t always be there with them, having to go on your own missions or just taking some time away so you and Gojo could have some alone time, but you showed up more often than not.
There was a slight shift in the dynamic when you and Gojo got married at only twenty-one years old. Tsumiki was your flower girl while Megumi was a very grumpy tiny groomsman. But even as a grumpy kid, he couldn’t deny how happy it made him to see you and Gojo so happy.
After getting wed, the four of you moved into a new house—yes, you had asked Gojo to bring the kids because you were taking care of them most of the time anyway, and of course your husband gave in to your every whim.
Whipped.
You had The Strongest wrapped around your finger, and you knew it.
Somewhere around age ten Megumi had started calling you ‘Mom’. At first it was just a slip of the tongue, a small mumble when you had been cooking dinner for the family, even taking in consideration that the Demon Dogs might’ve wanted something to eat instead of ‘Yucky curses’ for once.
Megumi had been too embarrassed back then, trying to backtrack and just call you by your name—it almost felt like calling your teacher mom or dad—but you had merely hummed and asked him if he needed anything. Not making a big deal of it, not teasing him or even asking him to repeat it. No, you just acted like this was the most normal thing there was.
And that’s how he began calling you ‘Mom’.
But seeing Gojo run around the meadow, chasing after nothing but air, makes his heart constrict a little. Because why is Gojo the only one lucky enough to still see and talk to you?
At first everyone thought he had gone mental, talking about you—to you—like you were still there, smiling at mere air as if you were standing there. Hell, there were even times where he would randomly give a small kiss to nothing at all and chuckle afterward.
Yeah, that was a sight to see.
People had begged him to see someone to talk to, even if it was just confiding in any of them. But Gojo had vehemently tried to tell everyone you were still there, they just couldn’t see you any longer.
Ghosts. It was never something Megumi believed in, but as more time passed, him getting out of his house more often, he started to realise that Gojo might not be as crazy as everyone thought he was.
There were… things Gojo knew that he shouldn’t have known. And of course you could’ve confided in your husband, told him about all these small things that happened between you and Megumi, but you just weren’t like that. If Megumi asked you to keep something between the two of you, you would.
So, maybe Gojo wasn’t as crazy, as grief-stricken as they thought. No, you were still there, just in a plane of existence only The Strongest could see with his special eyes. Even his Demon Dog couldn’t sense you any longer, which absolutely sucked.
It grieved, just like everyone else. Everyone except for Gojo Satoru, who could still see his wife walk around as if she were alive.
The dynamic was weird. While being a sorcerer meant you could lose your life at any given moment, it still didn’t take away from the fact that you were his mother. The one who has always taken care of him every since he was younger.
So Megumi grieved, much longer than he did anyone else. At the same time, Gojo just pranced around, wide smile on his face while he talked to air, fingers brushing against nothing as he whispered something, bending down to your height.
It had made Megumi angry—angry at the fact that Gojo wouldn’t let him grieve in the way he needed, because there would always be some sort of quip coming from Gojo’s mouth that didn’t sound anything like the man himself, but rather like you were telling him something.
Hurt. Megumi felt hurt that you wouldn’t be able to talk to him anymore, only getting to convey messages through your husband. The same husband that’s chasing after his wife, sun casting the world in a shade of gold.
But it also makes him so incredibly happy that you’re at least still somewhat here, even if he couldn’t look at you anymore.
So he walks towards Gojo, his Demon Dog by his side, as he goes to say hi—to the both of you.
A/N: Gojo can see ghosts with his Six Eyes and you cannot convince me otherwise.
Boyfriend!Gojo who will always be the first one to suggest wearing matching outfits.
For one, he can buy any you like and as many as you'd like. It being from a suit and dress to pyjama bottoms and t-shirts.
You had mentioned it once before, the matching, fluffy, cute as hell hello kitty ones, a white and blue pair of fuzzy pants and black shirts.
Guess what he had laid on the bed the next evening.
After brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed you came out to see the exact set, in your size in the color you wanted right on your side.
Before you could get excited about them-
"Does it look good on me?"
That teasing tone and a chuckle right after it.
Boyfriend!Gojo who was wearing his part of the set already, a hand sliding under the loose t-shirt to rub a large palm across his toned abdomen, a white strip trailing downnnn and disappearing into the fuzzy fabric.
Boyfriend!Gojo who wasn't wearing any boxers underneath the blue hello kitty pants. Id say a good… z tier (hard) cock print was staring right up at you. Didn't help that a small wet splotch of precum was already making itself known.
Guess who got their dick sucked dry that night.
Boyfriend!Gojo
Boyfriend!Gojo who always held the door open for you, never letting you step out of the car without being there to give you his hand.
Boyfriend!Gojo who loved it when you clung to him in public, not being ashamed of some PDA. If you held his bicep, he made sure to flex it.
Boyfriend!Gojo who knew what you needed before you even did.
A sweet little treat with your coffee? There.
Some hair in your face or mouth you hadn't even realised was there? Fixed with a sweet caress.
After coming home from a tiring day and being pulled down on the couch and getting eaten out? Without a thought.
Boyfriend!Gojo who, speaking of eating out your cunt, was so good at it that it made his dick jealous- twitching and leaking while not being able to get inside that deliciously tight warmth his own tongue was occupying.
Boyfriend!Gojo who maybe was a bit too addicted to the taste of you after a long day.
Close to "home in three days, don't wash" level of obsessed.
Boyfriend!Gojo who gathered you up in his strong arms at any given chance, either carrying you or cuddling you like some oversized teddy bear he couldn't live without.
Boyfriend!Gojo who sent you pictures every day. No matter what you were doing that day or how many people were around.
Never a warning, never a spoiler.
A big fat dick dropped into your dms.
Shameless, i say.
But he loved making you flustered.
Yoon's notes: h..h..hey guys... a light lil hc i hope my blog doesnt get taken down for using tags lmao
choso gets so stressed out studying for finals that he has to relieve his stress somehow: the best way? burying his face between his girlfriends thighs and eating her out till he she cries, obviously. (he doesn’t cry during sex….why would you even suspect that)(he’s not a munch either. why would you say such a thing)
he’ll be hunched over his desk, glasses sliding down his nose as he tries his hardest to focus—he likes to say he focuses better when you’re there, doing your own thing on his bed while he studies, but deep down he knows its not true.
choso usually makes it about an hour into you being in his room, after he’s been staring at the same page for ten minutes, until he groans and drags himself away from his desk to fall into his shitty twin sized dorm mattress with you. he looks so exhausted, his hair in two low buns at the nape of his neck, strands falling into his face and his glasses falling down his nose as he looks pleadingly up at you from your lap.
“i’m so tense.” he says casually, nosing at your thigh and watching you intently. “so are you. you look so tired. do you need help relaxing?”
its a bad excuse, one he always makes—he does care about your wellbeing, and he does want to know if you’re actually tired or stressed, but he always defaults to saying he can feel how rigid you are and how you must need help calming down.
“i’m fine, cho—“ you barely get your words out before he’s hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms and panties, dragging them both down at the same time and pushing them carelessly out of his sight.
“i’ll help you relax. i need to relax too.” choso murmurs, half to himself. he sounds almost like a ghost, having been studying nonstop and getting bad sleep for the last two weeks. he’s kissing up your thighs with a fervent slowness, sucking a few light marks into the skin before he finally drags his tongue from your slick entrance up to your clit.
you decide not to intervene. after all, whos to deny your pretty munch boyfriend his stress reliever? god knows he needs it. and, it helps that you’re the winner in this scenario.
you can feel his fingers trembling where they hold your thighs open, his eyes fluttering and lidded as he stares absently up at you. his glasses are fogging up rapidly, slightly lopsided on his flushed face as he traces his name over your clit with his tongue. you cant help but push your nails through his hair, tugging lightly until he whimpers against your clit.
“cho…”
“y-yeah…?” he slurs, not even pulling away from your pussy as his tongue leaves your clit to lap at your entrance. you can feel his labored breathing, the way he’s gasping between hungry pulls of his mouth on you.
“you—you have to breathe sometime,” you stammer out, mind already growing fuzzy with a single-minded pleasure as he nudges your slick hole with two ring-clad fingers. choso only hums in mild acknowledgment, focused on working his two thick fingers into your messy cunt until his rings clink together at the base of his digits. he mumbles something about you relaxing, and doesn’t stop kissing your clit with a feverish energy.
after he starts curling his fingers against your walls, dragging them out and then pushing back in to echo the movement, you stop trying to talk. its useless when choso is making out with your clit, his fingers are curled against your g-spot, and he’s groaning into the slick heat of your cunt.
the knot of heat in your stomach tightens until an unbroken string of gasps and moans that you can’t stop spill from your lips, and choso very reluctantly broke his kiss with your pussy to kiss your actual mouth and work you through your orgasm with just his fingers. his thumb presses to your clit, circling it as his rings knock against your entrance with every thrust of his fingers.
it takes several minutes of choso kissing every inch of your face and neck for you to muster up the energy to mention how maybe, possibly, perhaps you should head back to your own dorm for him to get some work done…
of course he isn’t going to let you go. after you only came once and he didn’t eat you out for more than half an hour? silly you, theres no way choso is letting you leave. theres also no way he’s getting any more studying done today.
For your dabura fic, how'd you make the manga panel two different colors? :o
i added a layer coloured it fully in purple went into blending mode and used screen the same way you’d normally colour it
then i added another layer on top, before i had coloured anything i went into blending mode and used screen then coloured only the parts i wanted in teal (the eye, horns, etc.)
i use ibis paint for my banners but i think u should be able to do this on anything!!
hi darling checking in. how are you. i have munch choso on the mind so i had to write him and i did #first fic in like a year
hi the sweetest angel ever
ive been sooo busy and haven’t been sober longer than 24hrs in a hot minute im so tired bsbshhhbbsb. also started to replay cyberpunk again so my hyperfixation is back which isnt helping
i will be RUNNING to this munch choso fic and like 40 other fics ive been tagged in as soon as i can i promise. mamas got to prepare for a festival god help my liver
boxer!sukuna who flashes the people cheering a cocky smile, pounding his chest with his gloves like a gorilla, you watch it all from the big screen as you stand just out of view from cameras and the crowd.
boxer!sukuna who only fights the strongest of the strong and has kept up an extremely high win rate over the years. women drooled over him, men admired him, everybody wanted a piece.
too bad. he’s allll yours.
boxer!sukuna who’s favourite part about tonight is that you’ll be there, strutting around the ring. he couldn’t care less about whatever chump he was fighting when he saw you.
boxer!sukuna who knocks his opponent out in just 3 rounds. there isn’t even any new scratches on that pretty face of his.
boxer!sukuna who pulls you back into the ring to celebrate his win despite the rules prohibiting it, he looks so happy you don’t have the heart to protest against it.
boxer!sukuna who picks you up and spins you around, he wants everyone to know that you’re his woman—all the ogling and whistling directed at you drives him to show the crowd who you’ll be coming home with.
boxer!sukuna who sets you down with a little too much force, your boyfriend is heavy handed. (not like you mind) and you stumble backwards into the loser of the match.
he’s only just come to and he’s pissed off—majorly pissed off. “watch where you’re going bitch.” he spits at you.
boxer!sukuna who, with no hesitation throws a right hook at him. “you want a rematch? could’ve just fuckin’ asked instead of coming at her.”
the dumbass had his mouth guard out, so one of his molars went flying out of his mouth, the clip went viral.
boxer!sukuna who’s now in shit, but it doesn’t matter. all he cares about is making sure you’re happy.
and right now, you’re very happy.
boxer!sukuna who’s got you bent over infront of your bathroom mirror, fucking his cum from the previous round into you. “you gonna give me a mini me? gonna make him a winner like his dad?”
“mmmph..yyeaah..” every time your boyfriend gets in the ring you two end up going for hours on end, it doesn’t matter if he wins or loses—either way you’ll end up going dumb on his dick.
boxer!sukuna who’s rough and calloused hands dig into your hips as he watches how with every harsh thrust your tits bounce in circles.
boxer!sukuna who you feel in your stomach, you feel his cum just seep into your uterus while his weight presses your spine into a further arch, “ku—na..can-barely—breathe..”
boxer!sukuna who loves to push you to your limits, he snakes a hand around to hold your throat—not squeezing, but it’s still restricting your breathing even more. “this helping? no?” he laughs, pushing your head up and locking eyes with you through the mirror.
all you see through your teary eyes is him wearing a smirk on his face as he continues to bruise your insides with his fat cock, the black circle he has tattooed around the base decorated with a mix of his cum and your slick.
boxer!sukuna who lets go of your throat to shove 2 fingers into your mouth, having you suck them like his dick before using them to toy with your clit. it’s not like lubricant was needed, but he likes to watch how you take them in your mouth so easily. how you just do it.
boxer!sukuna who loves to call you “his little slut” or “his whore.” anything to call you ‘his.’ to remind you that he’s who you belong to, not the men old enough to be your dad who catcall you from the stands. he understands it’s part of the job, but it grinds his gears either way.
boxer!sukuna who’s dick throbs at how ruined you look—hair messy, mascara running down your cheeks, sweat making your skin glisten. not like the perfect girl all dolled up that everyone else sees. he’s the only one who has you like this.
boxer!sukuna who’s spurting his hot cum into you without even realising it, painting your walls white for the second time as they squeeze and flutter around his creamy dick.
boxer!sukuna who asks, “round 3 in the shower?”
a/n : i usually wouldnt make a banner for something as short as this but @/lalalucky_17 on tt made this gorgeous art that planted this idea in my brain..
Pairing: Dentist!Geto x FemPatient!reader
cw: Unrealistic/inaccurate dentist LOL, SMUT. Oral fixations, lots of fingers in mouth, drool, blowjob, first time writing Suguru pls be nice, swallowing cum, mentions of toothache (owwie), reader is fucking scared of dentists, praise, dirtytalk, proofread...ish...
It wasn't that bad.
That slight ache in your back molar when you ate food too hot or drank something too cold.
It was bearable.
You could bear it.
Honestly, you were just terrified of going to the dentist. You hated it- that pain when they would clean a cavity or even drill a bit too deep.
The only way someone would get you to lay down and get your teeth checked out would be if you'd get sedated.
You did like having… things in your mouth. So it was odd this got you so scared.
-
"He did it so quickly!"
"I couldn't even feel a thing!"
"He was so handsome!!"
You overheard some of your coworkers discussing a private dental clinic that had opened not so long ago.
Fine.
Maybe you should go book with the dentist there- just this once. Before the pain would get worse and you'd have to get the tooth pulled or something. Then you'd definitely get someone to bring you in unconscious.
A Wednesday, somewhere in the later midday.
You were sat in the rather aesthetic waiting area, just the receptionist sitting at the front desk and typing away with her long nails. Whoever owned this clinic had good taste in style.
The clock ticked and ticked and ticked…
God, you were feeling sweatier and more nervous by the second.
What if you could bail and just ignore the slight discomfort forever-
"Miss, Doctor Geto is ready to see you."
You give her a small smile and got up, fingers nervously holding on to the front of your shirt.
The doors pushed open and shut behind you, standing alone in a rather intimate space- it didn't feel as… hospital-esque and sterile cold as other places you've been.
Don't get me wrong, it was pristine and organized, hygienic and and and…
Your thoughts trailed off when you saw a man emerge from a room in the side, a warm smile on his lips and narrow eyes filled with a welcoming warm shade, some folder with papers in one hand. He was so handsome- those girls at work were right.
His hair was done up in a man bun, face mask tugged below his chin. And something about that lab coat and dark gray scrubs. Oh my.
"Hello, Miss. I hope i didn't keep you waiting for long. "
Your fear suddenly bloomed from a cold anxious ball to some blooming flower in the middle of your tummy.
Whatever, might just be the five stages of denial.
Getting up on the chair and having a sexy dentist wrap that little stupid piece of tissue and clip it around your neck shouldn't have made you feel hot in the face but it so did.
Until you saw him sit down, man spreading and getting comfortable while grabbing one of those dental mirrors. And the rest of the tools- hanging nearby on some expensive looking machine. But dear god if it didn't make you start shaking, blunt nails digging into the sides of the lush leather of the chair you sat in.
You could feel it start to lower and you were now laying flat down on your back.
Your eyes snapped shut, not to mention your teeth clenching and refusing to open. That same fear was flooding back. You had forgotten that you were supposed to let your doctor get a look at your chompers.
"Sweetheart? Hey… cmon, can you open your mouth for me, please?"
"Mnn…"
"I promise I'll just check up on your teeth, nothing painful."
"Mhnn…"
"Cmon… say ahhhh…"
A gloved finger lightly tugged on your bottom lip, making you peek one eye open to see a worried faced Geto peering down.
You managed to loosen up your jaw, opening up just enough.
"There we go, not so bad. Now, Miss, please keep open for me."
You just nodded yes, trying to keep your tongue from shifting too much.
The little mirror was cold when it clinked against a tooth or two. But besides that, it wasn't too scary.
You did wish it was his fingers inside instead…
Oh.
"Sweetheart.. open up a bit more for me, yeah? It will be quick. I just have to see all of your pretty teeth." Suguru calmly spoke to you, clearly wanting to have you calm down and cooperate. But the tone in his voice made you feel like melting instead of focusing.
You hadn't even noticed you were drooling, eyes now fully open and unable to look away from his focused face, so close… too close.
Those seemingly warm eyes turned, irises locking in with yours.
You swore you saw him try not to smirk before focusing back to looking over the backs of your upper molars. You did open up wider. Getting some small praise… why was he praising you? You liked it.
"Good… you're doing so good, just a bit more. I'm sure you can handle it."
Your eyes kept flicking down from watching his hand to then back to his face. It was like you couldn't decide what was better.
"It seems you have some sensitivity on your second molar, Miss."
You blinked, giving a small nod, unable to make anything besides a "mhm" sound with the mirror still inside.
When Suguru pulled it out you felt a bit sad his hand wasn't anywhere near your mouth anymore.
"Please rinse your mouth." Geto smiled, placing the mirror away to start picking up some other tool.
You glanced over to the little paper cup, watching it getting filled with water- picking it up and swishing the water around in your mouth, glancing over to the dentist with cheeks puffed up from the liquid.
"Spit it out, doll." Suguru chuckled, watching you seem unsure about what to do with it now.
You leaned back down and spat it out, trying to ignore the name he called you so casually, using the flimsy paper towel around your neck to wipe the saliva strings trying to escape your chin.
"Your teeth are healthy and in rather nice condition, but it seems you haven't visited a dentist in a while, hm?" Geto tapped a few fingers on the headrest of the chair, signaling for you to lay back down.
You obviously did as told and tried to answer his question.
Maybe Suguru had caught on by now, because once you opened your mouth a few fingers were pressing down on your tongue and then gently moving side to side as if inspecting your bottom set of teeth, lightly pressing down on your canine.
"Isn't it a bit rude to not answer questions, sweetheart?" He cooed down at you, the thumb of the hand in your mouth softly pressing against your cheek, making you tilt your head, having you look up and meet his amused gaze.
"Wehhll…m..doont.. likkeuh denthisthts…" You tried to babble out with the digits in your mouth, drool already pooling around them.
How embarrassing.
It looked like you were shaking, again, not from fear though.
Something about the way the gloved thumb caressed the side of your cheek and whilst the middle and ring finger were taking their time to spread your saliva around while "inspecting" the rest of your pearly whites had you forgetting why the hell you were even here. The small pain from your molar gone.
"I see… you don't like me then? Not one bit? I'm hurt, Miss… really am." Suguru pretended to pout a bit, the two fingers gliding deeper- you hoped he didn't see how your eyes rolled back, hands unable to hold on to just the sides of the chair and twitching to grab into his arm.
You wanted to say that no, no you did like him but that no came out as a small…
moan.
"Oh?" The hand halted, slowly pulling out- as if teasing you for making such a sound.
The fingers didn't get too far though, gathering the dripping drool to nudge back inside of your parted lips, almost having you splutter.
"I guess i was wrong."
Your hand finally reached up, nervous digits gripping into the white sleeve of the lab coat.
You initiating some sort of touch was like a switch being flicked down.
Suguru pushed himself up, wiping your drool across your cheek while smiling down at you.
The chair silently lifted up, riiiiightt until your face was laying at the perfect height. Just about where his bulge was.
Great.
Sucking a dentist's dick wasn't on your bucket list.
But watching Suguru use his teeth to pull the gloves off and reach down to the waistband of those a bit too oversized scrubs, you already had your lips parting. Again. For a completely different reason now.
Fwop!
A girthy cock smacked you right across the face, you could feel it wanting to twitch from the feeling of your skin.
"Patience, doll."
Your hands struggled to stay put while Geto slowly dragged it back and forth, just rolling his hips and nudging it closer and closer to your mouth- greedy tongue already darting out to try and get a lick in.
"Such a dirty girl, put that back." He gripped the base of the heavy thing, lifting it to smack across your mouth a few times, finally letting it slide over your glossy lips after, making sure to only drag it between them, not inside to let you have a taste.
"You're not so scared anymore, are you, sweetheart?"
"Mnnoo…" You pursed your lips to speak, kissing the pinkish tip before it slid past.
"How cute."
"Let's get you off of this chair, mn?"
-
The floor was a bit hard on your knees, but that wasn't the thing you were worrying about right now.
It was the man standing above you, a large palm playing with your bangs while the other lazily jerked the tempting thing in front of your face.
A dark happy trail disappeared underneath up his shirt, the ivory coat shifting with each of his movements- your nails dug into your knees this time, eyes almost doe and watery by how badly you wanted to lean forward and have Suguru's cock down your throat.
It was cruel, honestly.
"Will you be a good girl and open up wide for me?"
"Yes-"
The meaty thing lightly smacked against your cheek, leaving a light smear of precum on the spot.
"Don't answer me, just do. Let's try this again, hm?"
"Open up. Say Aaaah."
"Aaaaahhh…"
You thickly swallowed, opening your mouth just barely, too focused on staring at the way Suguru's wrist was sloppily dragging the palm back and forth, running across this big vein that you swore you could taste already-
Another smack to your cheek with the fat cock.
"Wider, sweetheart. Be good."
You let out a small whine but finally let your jaw go loose and leaned forward.
The hand in your hair reached further back, gripping into your locks and pushed you forward.
The delicious way that thick girth slid into your mouth… across your tongue and farrr back down to your throat. Not even having you gag surprisingly.
"There we go, finally got what you wanted so bad, yeah, doll?"
"mhnmmhm!" your humming vibrated around the meaty thing stretching your lips and rewarded you with a soft groan from Geto.
The sound of full balls smacking against your chin, lewd gags and wet slurps filled the neat space.
Drool was definitely dripping down your chin and dampening the collar of your shirt.
Not to even talk about the puddle drenching trough your panties…
But Suguru was filling your throat so good you couldn't do anything but blissfully shut your eyes and hold on to your own thighs.
"Feels nice, yeah? Sooo good…" You could hear him start to ramble from above you, both of those large palms cupping the sides of your head to keep it in place as he used your mouth. Clearly this was getting to Geto just as much as you.
"Fff… shit… Will you be a do.. doll and… swallow? Swallow for me?"
How could you say no to such a lovely man.
Suguru almost collapsed, having to let go of your face to grip into the tool trolley nearby, rattling it- making sure to push in alll the way to the hilt, neatly trimmed hairs tickling your nose as your throat convulsed and tried to swallow around the girthy thing down it.
The hot cum spurting down it made you choke and try to pull away for some air. But you definitely did swallow every last drop.
The softening length gently glided out, leaving your throat feeling empty.
-
Well then.
After your dentist helped you get cleaned up a bit and made sure you were alright.
It was time to go home.
Tooth still sensitive.
But it's okay, Dr. Geto made sure to leave a spot for you to come in next week. On a Wednesday.
And the week after that. For free.
How kind.
Seems like your fear of going to the dentist had disappeared too.
Yoon's notes: FOR MY LOVELY MOMMMY @serpenttine. I am still very i donno insecure about my writing after everything and doing a char i have never done IM SHITTING MYSELF SCARED. but i love drea so much i wanted to make this special, to show her how much i care for her. AND AS A CONGRATS ON HER BIG MILESTONE IN FOLLOWERS. you deserve the world mama. MWAH I HOPE YOU LIKE
Pairing: Dentist!Geto x FemPatient!reader
cw: Unrealistic/inaccurate dentist LOL, SMUT. Oral fixations, lots of fingers in mouth, drool, blowjob, first time writing Suguru pls be nice, swallowing cum, mentions of toothache (owwie), reader is fucking scared of dentists, praise, dirtytalk, proofread...ish...
It wasn't that bad.
That slight ache in your back molar when you ate food too hot or drank something too cold.
It was bearable.
You could bear it.
Honestly, you were just terrified of going to the dentist. You hated it- that pain when they would clean a cavity or even drill a bit too deep.
The only way someone would get you to lay down and get your teeth checked out would be if you'd get sedated.
You did like having… things in your mouth. So it was odd this got you so scared.
-
"He did it so quickly!"
"I couldn't even feel a thing!"
"He was so handsome!!"
You overheard some of your coworkers discussing a private dental clinic that had opened not so long ago.
Fine.
Maybe you should go book with the dentist there- just this once. Before the pain would get worse and you'd have to get the tooth pulled or something. Then you'd definitely get someone to bring you in unconscious.
A Wednesday, somewhere in the later midday.
You were sat in the rather aesthetic waiting area, just the receptionist sitting at the front desk and typing away with her long nails. Whoever owned this clinic had good taste in style.
The clock ticked and ticked and ticked…
God, you were feeling sweatier and more nervous by the second.
What if you could bail and just ignore the slight discomfort forever-
"Miss, Doctor Geto is ready to see you."
You give her a small smile and got up, fingers nervously holding on to the front of your shirt.
The doors pushed open and shut behind you, standing alone in a rather intimate space- it didn't feel as… hospital-esque and sterile cold as other places you've been.
Don't get me wrong, it was pristine and organized, hygienic and and and…
Your thoughts trailed off when you saw a man emerge from a room in the side, a warm smile on his lips and narrow eyes filled with a welcoming warm shade, some folder with papers in one hand. He was so handsome- those girls at work were right.
His hair was done up in a man bun, face mask tugged below his chin. And something about that lab coat and dark gray scrubs. Oh my.
"Hello, Miss. I hope i didn't keep you waiting for long. "
Your fear suddenly bloomed from a cold anxious ball to some blooming flower in the middle of your tummy.
Whatever, might just be the five stages of denial.
Getting up on the chair and having a sexy dentist wrap that little stupid piece of tissue and clip it around your neck shouldn't have made you feel hot in the face but it so did.
Until you saw him sit down, man spreading and getting comfortable while grabbing one of those dental mirrors. And the rest of the tools- hanging nearby on some expensive looking machine. But dear god if it didn't make you start shaking, blunt nails digging into the sides of the lush leather of the chair you sat in.
You could feel it start to lower and you were now laying flat down on your back.
Your eyes snapped shut, not to mention your teeth clenching and refusing to open. That same fear was flooding back. You had forgotten that you were supposed to let your doctor get a look at your chompers.
"Sweetheart? Hey… cmon, can you open your mouth for me, please?"
"Mnn…"
"I promise I'll just check up on your teeth, nothing painful."
"Mhnn…"
"Cmon… say ahhhh…"
A gloved finger lightly tugged on your bottom lip, making you peek one eye open to see a worried faced Geto peering down.
You managed to loosen up your jaw, opening up just enough.
"There we go, not so bad. Now, Miss, please keep open for me."
You just nodded yes, trying to keep your tongue from shifting too much.
The little mirror was cold when it clinked against a tooth or two. But besides that, it wasn't too scary.
You did wish it was his fingers inside instead…
Oh.
"Sweetheart.. open up a bit more for me, yeah? It will be quick. I just have to see all of your pretty teeth." Suguru calmly spoke to you, clearly wanting to have you calm down and cooperate. But the tone in his voice made you feel like melting instead of focusing.
You hadn't even noticed you were drooling, eyes now fully open and unable to look away from his focused face, so close… too close.
Those seemingly warm eyes turned, irises locking in with yours.
You swore you saw him try not to smirk before focusing back to looking over the backs of your upper molars. You did open up wider. Getting some small praise… why was he praising you? You liked it.
"Good… you're doing so good, just a bit more. I'm sure you can handle it."
Your eyes kept flicking down from watching his hand to then back to his face. It was like you couldn't decide what was better.
"It seems you have some sensitivity on your second molar, Miss."
You blinked, giving a small nod, unable to make anything besides a "mhm" sound with the mirror still inside.
When Suguru pulled it out you felt a bit sad his hand wasn't anywhere near your mouth anymore.
"Please rinse your mouth." Geto smiled, placing the mirror away to start picking up some other tool.
You glanced over to the little paper cup, watching it getting filled with water- picking it up and swishing the water around in your mouth, glancing over to the dentist with cheeks puffed up from the liquid.
"Spit it out, doll." Suguru chuckled, watching you seem unsure about what to do with it now.
You leaned back down and spat it out, trying to ignore the name he called you so casually, using the flimsy paper towel around your neck to wipe the saliva strings trying to escape your chin.
"Your teeth are healthy and in rather nice condition, but it seems you haven't visited a dentist in a while, hm?" Geto tapped a few fingers on the headrest of the chair, signaling for you to lay back down.
You obviously did as told and tried to answer his question.
Maybe Suguru had caught on by now, because once you opened your mouth a few fingers were pressing down on your tongue and then gently moving side to side as if inspecting your bottom set of teeth, lightly pressing down on your canine.
"Isn't it a bit rude to not answer questions, sweetheart?" He cooed down at you, the thumb of the hand in your mouth softly pressing against your cheek, making you tilt your head, having you look up and meet his amused gaze.
"Wehhll…m..doont.. likkeuh denthisthts…" You tried to babble out with the digits in your mouth, drool already pooling around them.
How embarrassing.
It looked like you were shaking, again, not from fear though.
Something about the way the gloved thumb caressed the side of your cheek and whilst the middle and ring finger were taking their time to spread your saliva around while "inspecting" the rest of your pearly whites had you forgetting why the hell you were even here. The small pain from your molar gone.
"I see… you don't like me then? Not one bit? I'm hurt, Miss… really am." Suguru pretended to pout a bit, the two fingers gliding deeper- you hoped he didn't see how your eyes rolled back, hands unable to hold on to just the sides of the chair and twitching to grab into his arm.
You wanted to say that no, no you did like him but that no came out as a small…
moan.
"Oh?" The hand halted, slowly pulling out- as if teasing you for making such a sound.
The fingers didn't get too far though, gathering the dripping drool to nudge back inside of your parted lips, almost having you splutter.
"I guess i was wrong."
Your hand finally reached up, nervous digits gripping into the white sleeve of the lab coat.
You initiating some sort of touch was like a switch being flicked down.
Suguru pushed himself up, wiping your drool across your cheek while smiling down at you.
The chair silently lifted up, riiiiightt until your face was laying at the perfect height. Just about where his bulge was.
Great.
Sucking a dentist's dick wasn't on your bucket list.
But watching Suguru use his teeth to pull the gloves off and reach down to the waistband of those a bit too oversized scrubs, you already had your lips parting. Again. For a completely different reason now.
Fwop!
A girthy cock smacked you right across the face, you could feel it wanting to twitch from the feeling of your skin.
"Patience, doll."
Your hands struggled to stay put while Geto slowly dragged it back and forth, just rolling his hips and nudging it closer and closer to your mouth- greedy tongue already darting out to try and get a lick in.
"Such a dirty girl, put that back." He gripped the base of the heavy thing, lifting it to smack across your mouth a few times, finally letting it slide over your glossy lips after, making sure to only drag it between them, not inside to let you have a taste.
"You're not so scared anymore, are you, sweetheart?"
"Mnnoo…" You pursed your lips to speak, kissing the pinkish tip before it slid past.
"How cute."
"Let's get you off of this chair, mn?"
-
The floor was a bit hard on your knees, but that wasn't the thing you were worrying about right now.
It was the man standing above you, a large palm playing with your bangs while the other lazily jerked the tempting thing in front of your face.
A dark happy trail disappeared underneath up his shirt, the ivory coat shifting with each of his movements- your nails dug into your knees this time, eyes almost doe and watery by how badly you wanted to lean forward and have Suguru's cock down your throat.
It was cruel, honestly.
"Will you be a good girl and open up wide for me?"
"Yes-"
The meaty thing lightly smacked against your cheek, leaving a light smear of precum on the spot.
"Don't answer me, just do. Let's try this again, hm?"
"Open up. Say Aaaah."
"Aaaaahhh…"
You thickly swallowed, opening your mouth just barely, too focused on staring at the way Suguru's wrist was sloppily dragging the palm back and forth, running across this big vein that you swore you could taste already-
Another smack to your cheek with the fat cock.
"Wider, sweetheart. Be good."
You let out a small whine but finally let your jaw go loose and leaned forward.
The hand in your hair reached further back, gripping into your locks and pushed you forward.
The delicious way that thick girth slid into your mouth… across your tongue and farrr back down to your throat. Not even having you gag surprisingly.
"There we go, finally got what you wanted so bad, yeah, doll?"
"mhnmmhm!" your humming vibrated around the meaty thing stretching your lips and rewarded you with a soft groan from Geto.
The sound of full balls smacking against your chin, lewd gags and wet slurps filled the neat space.
Drool was definitely dripping down your chin and dampening the collar of your shirt.
Not to even talk about the puddle drenching trough your panties…
But Suguru was filling your throat so good you couldn't do anything but blissfully shut your eyes and hold on to your own thighs.
"Feels nice, yeah? Sooo good…" You could hear him start to ramble from above you, both of those large palms cupping the sides of your head to keep it in place as he used your mouth. Clearly this was getting to Geto just as much as you.
"Fff… shit… Will you be a do.. doll and… swallow? Swallow for me?"
How could you say no to such a lovely man.
Suguru almost collapsed, having to let go of your face to grip into the tool trolley nearby, rattling it- making sure to push in alll the way to the hilt, neatly trimmed hairs tickling your nose as your throat convulsed and tried to swallow around the girthy thing down it.
The hot cum spurting down it made you choke and try to pull away for some air. But you definitely did swallow every last drop.
The softening length gently glided out, leaving your throat feeling empty.
-
Well then.
After your dentist helped you get cleaned up a bit and made sure you were alright.
It was time to go home.
Tooth still sensitive.
But it's okay, Dr. Geto made sure to leave a spot for you to come in next week. On a Wednesday.
And the week after that. For free.
How kind.
Seems like your fear of going to the dentist had disappeared too.
Yoon's notes: FOR MY LOVELY MOMMMY @serpenttine. I am still very i donno insecure about my writing after everything and doing a char i have never done IM SHITTING MYSELF SCARED. but i love drea so much i wanted to make this special, to show her how much i care for her. AND AS A CONGRATS ON HER BIG MILESTONE IN FOLLOWERS. you deserve the world mama. MWAH I HOPE YOU LIKE
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