“Sugu!” You put your arms around the black haired man's neck and hugged him from the back. Your head tilts slightly to the side to look at him. Your faces were at the same level only because he was sitting down on a couch.
He turns his head to make eye contact with you. He was definitely way too close for two people who weren’t a couple. And yes, all his friends at the party noticed.
The music blasted in the frat house to a deafening degree, but the only thing Suguru focused on was your cute pouting face.
“Oh hey pretty” He smiles, eyes half lidded.
He noticed your eyebrows furrowed and you showed him your phone screen. “Who’re you flirting with? Why didn’t you tell me there was someone you liked!” You spoke just a tad bit louder than the bass coming from the speakers.
He looks at the screen to find a tweet he wrote just that morning. No one flirts harder than two people who aren’t dating
Suguru couldn’t help but chuckle. He looks you in the eyes again and says calmly, “Come on over to this side of the couch and I’ll tell ya.”
Your bottom lip juts out a little, feeling a little frustrated he wouldn’t just tell you then and there. As you make your way over to sit next to your best friend. People noticed that you were a little out of place. The way you dressed didn’t exactly scream “frat party” it was a little more “cutesy” than what people usually saw here.
Honestly, you did feel out of place at these parties, but Suguru insisted you came with him.
Although, every time you accompanied him you were a little confused. It didn’t seem like he needed a companion to these parties at all. He was social, always talking with someone, checking up on his friends, and playing drinking games. People immediately noticed that he would have you by his side at every instance, hand on your hip or shoulder, touching you in some way.
Everyone noticed how clingy he was, how he was essentially “claiming” you as his. Everyone except you. The way he puts his arms around you wasn’t new, you had been best friends since forever. And that’s what best friends do right? Be close to each other? Hands always on one another and faces being as close as possible sometimes? Yeah, totally normal!
You made your way to the couch cushion and plopped down next to him, your dress riding up just a little bit. Suguru took notice and placed his hand on your thigh, pulling down the fabric just slightly to cover you more.
“Well?” You look up at him, arms encircling your best friend's bicep.
“Hm…well what?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Sugu!!”
God he loved that nickname, especially when it came out of your pretty little mouth. There was a reason that was his profile name on twitter.
He laughs loudly not expecting you to be so interested in his dating life. Your eyebrows knit together while your cheeks puffed out. Suguru leans a little too closely again, hand still on your thigh.
“Don’t worry I’m not flirting with anyone pretty girl.”
Across from him on the other couch, Satoru and Sukuna roll their eyes. If they could, they would’ve rolled them to the back of their heads.
“Jesus, get a room you two.” Shoko said from behind you both.
“Yeah! Stop makin’ googly eyes at each other and just go fu-”
Suguru looks straight at Satoru and smiles. He didn't say anything, but the white haired man knew he needed to shut up at that moment.
“Go where Toru?” You looked at him eagerly waiting for what he was about to say. Suguru’s mouth twitched.
“Toru, huh? Didn’t know you guys were close like that now.” Suguru’s eyes quickly look at Satoru, still with a faux smile on his face.
The white-haired man gulped, “Well- No we just-”
“Oh! Yeah Toru asked me for some notes so we ended up studying together a couple times at that one cafe close to me.”
“Ah, I see well that’s good you have a study buddy now.” You grinned at your Suguru, proud that you’ve made a friend.
“Yeah, it’s really nice, we ended up back at my apartment since I had way too much mochi than I could finish and-”
“And I grabbed it and left immediately!!” Satoru yelled quickly.
The dark haired man couldn’t get himself to keep up the facade anymore, his face dropped and he glared at Satoru with an intensity that could only be described as murderous.
The blue-eyed frat boy gulped, looked around and yelled, “Let’s do some shots everyone!!” He got up with impressive speed to go run to the kitchen. Sukuna gave a little snort, knowing Satoru was in big fucking trouble.
“Sugu? What’s wrong?” You questioned, oblivious to what your words had done to him.
“Why don’t we go to the porch?” He gives you a gentle smile and pulls you up by your hand.
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As you two made it to the railing of the front porch, he lifted you up by your thighs and placed you on the stone bannister. You gasp in surprise, feeling a little self conscious as he places himself in between your legs.
“So you can flirt with my best friend, but I can’t make a tweet without being interrogated sweets?”
“F-flirt?” You stutter, “No no, me and Toru were j-” Suguru nuzzles himself into your neck and nips at it.
“Ah! S-sugu!” You place your hand on the spot he bit, face instantly red. This isn’t normal for best friends. You’ve finally realized it.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” You look him in the eyes.
He laughs, “That tweet was about us…” Suguru says your name in such a sweet sultry voice you couldn’t help your heart beating so quickly.
“I mean- I don’t think- do we flirt with each other?” You stutter, no longer being able to look him in the eyes.
The long haired man grabs your ass and pulls you even closer to him than you already were. He holds your chin and angles it down until your lips are almost touching. “You’re so naive sometimes you know that pretty girl?” He whispers.
Your heart beats at two times speed, eyes wide, and you had a feeling there was a wet spot in your underwear now.
“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you how much I flirt with you.”
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Part 2 (coming soon)
By cherryangel22 (2026) do not copy, repost, or use with ai.
Summary: You ask your roommate for some help to finish up your novel.
Warnings: Sexual tension.
Tick…tick…tick…the clock mocked you. How long have you been staring at a blank word document? An hour? Two hours?
With a sheet mask on and your hair pulled back with a plush Hello Kitty headband, you thought you were ready to finish writing your manuscript. Except absolutely no words were being typed onto the screen.
You exhale, pulling off the mask that’s been on for far too long.
“You writin’ your porn again?” A mocking voice came from around the corner.
“Shut it, Suguru.” You glared at him as your roommate made his way to the table.
“Am I wrong?” He smirks, knowing all too well you only make those exasperated sighs when you’re writing.
“First of all…” You start with indignation in your voice, “...it’s a romance novel-”
“Filled with filthy filthy porn.” Suguru interrupts with a smile, grabbing the slimy used sheet mask from the table. He notes the cute pout in your face before he turns to throw your trash away.
You mumble a thanks, a frown still on your face.
“Anythin’ for you princess.” He says, using the nickname he gave you as soon as you two moved in together. He used it mockingly, but you couldn’t really disagree with it. It’s true that you think you should be spoiled and pampered, but unfortunately, in this society? You need to make money. Which won’t happen unless you finish this damn manuscript.
An idea pops into your head, “Anything?” You look up at him to see him walking back.
He comes back and takes a seat next to you on the couch. “Absolutely anything, princess.” He smirks, his face only three inches away from yours.
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He didn’t really know what to expect during move-in day. Yaga had just told him he found a “nice lady” to room with him while he finishes his undergrad studies. He figured both of you would just keep to yourselves.
Until he saw you. Yaga didn’t say that this “nice lady” would be similar to him in age and have such a pretty face. After helping you bring your boxes into the apartment, there wasn’t much else to do but unpack and talk. Suguru learned you were just another student trying to make ends meet before finishing your studies.
You had told him that you’re a niche novelist and the monthly paycheck helps keep you afloat.
“If you basically already have a job, why even finish college?” He asks, confused.
“I think of it like a backup, y’know?” you started, “If writing doesn’t work out I can always pivot. A man can leave you, but your degree never will…or something like that.” A small smile forms on your face, a little embarrassed for getting so serious so fast.
But your new roommate was in awe, impressed with your tenacity. Seeing that happy expression on your face, he knew he was in for some trouble.
-
Suguru could hear your breathing hitch and saw your cheeks turn just the smallest bit red.
“Then, u-uhm…” You stuttered, looking away from his gaze. Your hand making its way to the hem of his shirt, just slightly pulling.
It was his turn to stop breathing for a moment. This was what he was waiting for. Suguru wanted so badly for you to ask him for help with your dirty little novel. His mind was racing.
Maybe you needed help writing out a certain position? Cowgirl, doggy, full nelson, the possibilities were endless.
“Yeah, princess?” He breathes out, already knowing his hard dick was leaking out pre-cum.
Your pretty little lips parted, “Can you take me out on a date?”
“Yes, we can try full nel- wait– what?”
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Part 2 (coming soon)
By cherryangel22 (2026) do not copy, repost, or use with ai.
Σ>―♡→ nerd!suguru geto x fem!reader Σ>―♡→ College AU 𖹭
Nerd!Suguru who everyone thought was just a quiet playboy who sat near the back, too devilishly handsome to not have a couple women in his rotation.
Little did they know Nerd!Suguru put in hard work to no longer be seen as a “nerd” in college. He changed his whole look by getting contacts, facial piercings, and tattoos. Going so far as even redoing his entire wardrobe. Which now consisted of alternative fashion, biker gear, and even some sports jerseys to make sure he could have that “frat boy” look when needed.
Nerd!Suguru who sat near the back of the auditorium to not stand out. Although, he still made sure he could hear the lesson. He couldn’t let his grades slip even if it looked like he would.
Nerd!Suguru whose heart jumps when he hears you to his right quietly asking, “Is this seat taken?”. He was a little nervous, talking to a girl as pretty as you. All he could do was shake his head and then immediately look back to the professor who stood at the front.
Nerd!Suguru who hears you jostling around in your bag for a second, and from his peripheral vision he sees you nervously looking at him. “Uhm…” You start whispering, “I’m so sorry, do you have a pencil I could borrow?”
Of course he does. Nerd!Suguru is always prepared. He looks in his backpack for a short second, pretending that his pencils were strewn about. He was just making sure you wouldn’t think he was uncool for having a bunch of extras. (It’s not uncool, he just has bad anxiety about being perceived in such a way.)
Nerd!Suguru who hands the pencil to you while trying to be as nonchalant as possible. You give him a small smile and mouth “thank you” as the professor goes on with their lecture. For some odd reason, he couldn’t pay attention to what was going on in the class anymore. He was more focused on how pretty you looked confused by the notes on the board.
As everyone was packing up to head to their next class, you hand him back the pencil and say, “Thank you again, you’re a life saver, I’m not sure why I forgot a pencil on the first day of this class.” You chuckle to yourself. “Oh, uhm, yeah it’s no worries I’ve done it a bunch of times before too.” Nerd!Suguru lied.
“And uhm, I really like that anime too. I’ve watched the first season of Bleach.” You smile at him as you put your notebook in your backpack. Nerd!Suguru was distraught for a second, how did you know he liked anime? Did it emanate from him that he would be into stuff like that? He worked so hard on his persona. Was it obvious he was into “nerdy” things?
“The pin on your backpack?” You say, confused at his flustered stare. Nerd!Suguru snaps out of his anxiety spiral. He looks down at the hollow mask pin from Bleach he put on his backpack, thinking it was subtle and cool looking enough to keep on there.
“Oh…” Nerd!Suguru felt a little bit relieved that it wasn’t obvious, but then realized that you recognized something from his favorite anime, “Oh! Right, yeah it’s the best. Cool characters and the animation is really well done, it’s animated by Studio Pierrot and...” His eyes widen a little as he catches himself almost starting to ramble.
You giggle a little bit thinking he was cute for being flustered and rambling for a second. “Well, next class let’s talk more about it, yeah?” You gather up your papers and notebook and bring them close to your chest, you hold out your hand to shake his “I’ll see you soon…uhm?”
“Suguru! It’s Suguru.” He eagerly shakes your hand. You grin and introduce yourself to him happily. “I’ll see you soon, Suguru.” and on your way you went.
Nerd!Suguru knew he wouldn’t do well in this class.
A/N: Not proofread was just typing furiously trying to get these thoughts out hehe. I saw a lot of nerd Gojo so I wanted to try writing my own version for Suguru.
By cherryangel22 (2026) do not copy, repost, or use with ai.
Summary: Your friends are tired of you and Suguru being the most toothachingly sweet couple at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Content Warning: None. Just a bunch of fluff. Not proofread though.
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During a warm sunny day like this, there was a sense of serenity you felt looking out the window. Trees swaying in the wind, flowers slowly floating to the ground, and best of all, seeing a certain someone make their way into the building.
“Oh! We could try this place…” Shoko exclaimed while showing you a magazine of all the new dessert places opening in Tokyo. The two of you were sitting at your respective desks, albeit Shoko was turned around to talk to you about plans for after school. You looked down at what she was pointing to in the magazine. A small creperie adorned with pink signs and adorable mascots that just opened yesterday! Your mouth started watering at the images of fruits and cream.
“We could also go to this place after, it’s right next to it.” She bends the corner of the page before flipping it over to the other side. But before you could articulate a response, large and definitely muscular arms slid themselves around your shoulders.
“Good Morning~”
A smooth and husky voice cooed right next to your ear and, of course, a giggle escaped your lips. Suguru Geto, one of the strongest, nuzzles his head into your neck.
Shoko grimaced at the sickly sweet display of affection so early in the morning, “Ugh. Already?”
You smile and lay your head on Suguru’s, “Hi cutie, what brings you here?” you felt the instant smile that formed on your boyfriend's lips.
“Grosssss…” You hear another disgusted voice from across the room. Satoru was never scared to tell everyone his opinions as soon as he slid the door open.
“I’d say get a room but we don’t need another Suguru running around.” He said as he set down his bag on the desk next to you.
Suguru kept his arms around you, but lifted his head up, “Oh wait, Satoru, switch seats with me today.”
“Huh? So you guys can just make googly eyes at each other the whole day and annoy Shoko and I? Hell no.”
“Please Satoru?” You asked, putting your hands together, “just for today? I don’t have my textbook.”
“Really?” He smirks and starts taking steps towards you, “We can share mine then, give ya a little break from Suguru-”
“Satoru, get any closer to her and I will kick your nuts in.” Suguru was smiling, but you definitely knew he wasn’t joking.
“Ugh. Yeah yeah whatever, you’re no fun.” The white haired boy grabbed his bag and threw it onto one of the front desks next to Shoko.
“You guys better not start makin’ out behind us. And I mean it!” Satoru turned back to scold you two.
Suguru, already pushing your desks together says, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say prude.”
You and Shoko laughed together while the two men started to argue. Something about Suguru being shameless and Satoru being a virgin. Shoko started to join Suguru on riling up the blue eyed boy, both of them essentially bullying him in the early hours of the morning. You giggle at the obvious display of friendship between the three.
In the split second you make eye contact with Suguru, he gives you the most loving smile you could have ever asked for and pulls your hand into his.
And with your two friends bickering in the background while having your boyfriend at your side, you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.
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A/N: Just wanted something nice and happy 😭
by cherryangel22 (2026) do not copy, repost, or use with ai.
you’ve seen the way he speaks to strangers, always polite. the way he kneels to tie your shoe, grabs your favorite snack without you asking, rubs little circles into your back when you’re falling asleep. he listens when you talk—really listens, like every word out of your mouth deserves to be framed and hung on a wall. he laughs quietly, never raises his voice. his touch, out there in the world, is always featherlight.
but in here?
he’s rough. brutal, even.
“look at me,” he snaps, voice low, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he pushes them back, forces them wider. “you’re gonna take all of it, yeah? you’re gonna be a good fucking girl for me.”
and you do—because he asked. because it’s him.
your sweet boy with the soft hands and soft voice and the meanest cock you’ve ever taken in your life.
he’s big. thick enough to stretch you open slow, then cruel enough to bottom out in one sharp thrust that makes you cry out like you’ve been slapped. your back arches, breath knocked from your lungs, eyes wide and wet, but he just grins.
“that’s it, baby,” he pants, one hand clamped tight around your waist to hold you still while he grinds deeper, like he’s trying to live inside you. “so fuckin’ tight—god, you’re squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”
you don’t. but it’s too much. your body trembles under him, already overstimulated, raw at the edges, and he knows it. he uses it, tilts his hips just right, drives into that sore, swollen spot with vicious rhythm, punching broken moans out of your throat.
“cry all you want,” he growls, dragging your face toward his, lips brushing yours. “you’re still gonna take it. you begged for this, remember?”
your legs are shaking. one hand grips the sheets like they might anchor you to earth, the other claws helplessly at his back, searching for something solid while he fucks you like he hates you.
but his eyes—god, his eyes—they never stop looking at you. even when he’s splitting you open, when he’s got one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pushing your knees back until you can’t move at all, he’s looking at you with love. with reverence. like he’d still carry you to the bath after, even if you came on his cock until your voice gave out.
“you’re mine,” he whispers, voice suddenly softer even as his hips snap harder. “you’ll always be mine.”
and afterward, when your limbs won’t stop trembling and your body’s aching in the best kind of way, he pulls you close, presses kisses to your shoulder, brushes the hair from your face and smiles like he didn’t just fuck the living soul out of you.
“i’ll run you a bath,” he murmurs. “you did so good for me. such a good girl.”
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