18+ MDNI, smut - squirming away from bf!geto during sex
you always do this. every time. every single damn time.
you say you can handle it and proceed to crawl into his lap all sweet and soft. pepper his throat with kisses. breathe all breathless against his neck like please, sugu. i need you.
and then he gives it to you. fucking you slow and deep. and of cousrse, your body betrays you completely.
your legs start shaking, back arches and you squirm.
every time, you squirm obsessively like you forget how it feels to be so full of his cock.
geto always just lets it happen, just for a second. he watches you try to crawl up the bed, squirming from the stretch of it. your fingers twisting in the sheets as your hips twitch and roll. his cock’s barely halfway in and you’re already trembling.
“were do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, low in your ear.
you whimper something into the pillow. you’re not even sure whether it was a coherent thought. he just laughs, softly.
“nah. you’re not going anywhere.”
and then he grabs your hips, pulls you right back down onto him.
you squeal delighted while your back bows into an almost perfect arch. your thighs begin to shake again due to that euphoric feeling, only suguru can ever pull out of you.
“baby,” he says gently, “you gotta stay still.”
you can’t. you’re trying so hard but u just can’t. it’s almost as if your body’s not listening. every time he moves, even just a little, you twitch. gasp. try to inch away from how overwhelmingly good it feels.
he strokes a hand up your spine and kisses your shoulder. all the while, keeping his hips flush with yours while you squirm and sob and pant into the mattress like you’re being split in half.
“you get like this every time,” he hums. “so fuckin’ sensitive. makes me wanna ruin you.”
you cry out when he grinds in just a little deeper. your body reacts almost completely instinctively. your hips twitching, trying to squirm away again.
he pins you down. one long hand flat between your shoulder blades. the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him like he owns you.
“stop running from it,” he whispers. “take it. you can take it. can’t you?”
you nod, even as your body shivers under him. you’re so wet. the squelching of suguru’s cock stuffing your tight hole makes you blush.
“attagirl,” he praises. “fuck, look at you. so pretty like this. twitchin’ all over me.”
you whimper while trying to bury your face in the sheets. he doesn’t let you.
his hand curls into your hair, tugging gently. just enough to tilt your head back, let him see the way your mouth falls open with every sound you make.
“let me hear it,” he says. “don’t hide.”
and then he starts to fuck you in earnest. every thrust just a little sharper, dragging that wrecked little noise out of your throat again and again.
your body squirms, hips wriggling, fingers gripping his wrist, but it’s no use. he’s stronger.
you’re not going anywhere.
“that’s it,” he groans. “that’s my girl. look at you. can’t stop moving. can’t take it but you still want more.”
you’re going to lose your mind.
and he’s going to help.
based on this request
A/N: guys i'm sorry this was so buns :( i have to get used to writing geto 😃
An outcast you rejected a while ago cannot bear the sight of you with other men! And what's a better place to corner you and beg to love him? By the lake, at night, when you're naked and alone. After he made sure to get rid of your newest lover, of course!
part of slutty (slasher) summer
˖ꨄ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Stalker/Killer!Suguru Geto x Slutty!Reader ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ content & warning: ꒰ mdni 18+ :: heavy smut :: set in 80s :: psycho stalker suguru :: yandere :: obsessive behaviour :: extreme possesiveness :: violence (not towards the reader) :: emo Suguru :: minx reader :: she's so mean :: murders :: death threats :: university au :: suguru has piercings :: oral sex :: masturbation :: stalking :: panties stealing (ofc) :: breeding kink :: creampie :: oral sex :: pussydrunk suguru :: belly bulges :: blood :: we love beating men :: miserable suguru :: extreme jealousy ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ notes: It was supposed to be shorter, but then I spiralled and cooked another long fic. Hope you'll like it <3
He was always there – somewhere, lurking behind the university's walls, with lavender eyes fixed on your figure.
Suguru Geto was known as your menace, stalker, the man who somehow became utterly obsessed with this campus's slutty sweetheart. A freak, an outcast, always hanging out with his weirdo friends. Metal bars coated his face like twinkling stars, and long, shiny hair brushed the ends of his hips, hung with heavy chains.
Two years of a master's degree, two years of a nightmare, a man haunting your dreams like a spectral creature with eyes always fixed on your body and heavy, bittersweet cologne trailing you through the corridors.
You first met in September of 86'. Right on campus, you sat on the grass with your new group of friends and a jock whose name you had long since forgotten, clinging to you like a puppy. The prettiest new girl at university, a heartbreaker, a slut, which you never truly denied. For it was the truth that you enjoyed sleeping around and chirping bewitching sweetness to your next foolish victims.
And Suguru saw you then, as you lay on lush grass in a mid-thigh skirt and white socks, wrapped just above your knees. You wore a checkered top and long earrings that brushed your neck. Squinted eyes turned to his freaky group once, with glossed lips curving into a mischievous smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Why is he staring at me?" you asked, piquing Shoko's interest.
She looked over her shoulder, pushing a low groan. "Ugh, I guess he wants to talk to you. Don't mind them, probably some weird art major."
But it was hard to ignore the lavender irises hiding behind the almond-shaped eyes and this curious, slightly cheeky tilt of his head. September was still rather warm, and yet black jeans wrapped his long legs, hung with silver chains and patches. Dark tee with some washed-out band and thick bracelets stacked one after one on his pale wrists. Massive shoes could probably leave a hole in your delicate, white heels, and so grimace tug on your lips.
A jock sitting right next to you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, with a, "Don't worry, sweetheart, he won't be bothering you."
But you didn't answer, since he would be replaced by another guy by the end of this week. There was no need to raise his hopes.
The days were passing, and you were soon completely wrapped up in the university's tight schedule. Classes, studying, partying. Classes, studying, partying, fucking.
The young adult life was fun, with your friends always pulling you out of the dorm in the dead of night and taking you from one bar to another. From the local student's club to the cabin by the lake, owned by one of the jocks you happened to sleep with.
But the joys of a student's life – be it an evening spent studying or fucking in the car after a stressful exam – were, after a few months, taken away by your stalker.
Suguru Geto has been following you since day one. The moment his eyes fell on your body sprawled on the campus lawn, skin shimmering in the late summer sun, and a sweet giggle tickling his pierced ears.
His brain turned fuzzy whenever he saw the angelic aura wrapping around your cheeky face. Heart melted when your eyes fell on him, even for a single second. An uncontrollable feeling bubbled in his chest at the sheer sight of a little crease appearing between your brows when you bestowed him with a grimace.
It was clear that, for some reason, you treated him rather as a foe than a man who could pique your interest.
At first, he did nothing but look. Observe, with this devilish smile tugging at his lips and lavender irises taking pleasure in the loveliest scowl slipping onto your face. He tried to keep himself at bay, but not because shyness coiled in his heart.
No, simply because he wished to know everything about you, before making an official approach. Your favourite flowers, the desserts you most cherished, the tight course schedule that always seemed to keep you up all night, favourite shapes and colours of the clacking jewellery that hung from your skin. Of the big hoops that always brushed your neck, and bracelets stacked one on another, chirping like sweet birds whenever you passed by.
He wished to know the colour of your lingerie and how your panties smelled after a long day. To feel the warmth of the bra that had just left the embrace of your breasts. Smell the sweetness of your slightly sweated skin after days when you joined the cheerleading sessions.
Suguru… Suguru wanted to be the one having you all to himself, even if you hated the sheer sight of him.
Whenever you took a shower during late, late nights – someone always seemed to be there. In the shared bathroom on your floor, the one meant to be used solely by the female students. A listener, whose ears pricked up to hear a soft hum of a random melody that bubbled in your throat and sweet sighs when the first hot droplets hit your skin.
The first time you noticed it was when the bathroom doors closed louder than they should. Another girl coming back from a late session, you thought, giving it no mind.
But the silence that lingered in the air stretched for too long. As no other shower seemed to be in use, nor did any other sounds of movement filled the lonely bathroom.
You waited, and waited, to hear something that would not make you believe that a fucking creep slipped inside the room just to await your naked body leaving the shower.
But nothing else ever came, and so your voice echoed off the walls with a, "Hello?"
Silence stood still, and the hot droplets soon turned into the cold sweat tickling the shivering skin along your spine. Nothing, but the thick fog filled the tiled bathroom and a heavy breath of yours, trying to listen for the eerie footsteps that clacked against the wet floor a few seconds ago.
Coming closer, and closer, till you could already see the heavy, black boots peeking from the lower door crack. A gentle tingling of the oh-so-familiar silver chain slashed through the air, and if you lifted your head up, surely you could see a peek of silky black hair. The shower doors were, after all, not two meters tall.
"You fucking freak," a low snort escaped your throat. "You don’t think I know who you are?"
Silence.
He simply stood there, as if waiting. For you to come outside? Or maybe simply enjoying the tension that rose within a blinding fog. The faster beating of your heart, shuddered breath you tried to conceal with a harsh tone, and trembling fingers covering your breasts, as if he could see your naked body through the door.
"Cat got your tongue, huh? Don’t be a coward, at least say something," you continued, making sure the miserably weak latch was keeping the door closed. "You’ve been stalking me for months. Don’t you know who my boyfriend is?"
Suguru knew.
But he also knew that the captain of the basketball team wasn’t your boyfriend. Because you didn’t do that stuff – relationships, love, cheesy romance.
So a low chuckle slipped past his lips as he pressed his forehead to the door. Trying to smell the sweet body wash that lingered in the air, imagining the foam that coated your soft body and curled around those plush breasts he loved so dearly.
"I can’t believe you’re getting off to this," another snort escaped your throat, as you banged with a fist on the door. "You don’t think I’ll report you? I’ll end you, do you hear me?!"
But Suguru could simply laugh – deeply, with a vibration hitting the plastic surface. His large palm pressed to the door, as if he tried to imagine where exactly your hand lay. So the image of your skins almost touching could slip an eerie, excited thought that tickled his mind in such a pleasant manner.
A wrath coiled beneath your heart, hearing how much he enjoyed this little torture. Because, if only he wanted, he surely could rip the door off the hinges with little to no sweat. Instead, he simply let out a hum, curling the fingers into a fist.
"Sure, baby. I hear you loud and clear," a low purr bounced off the tile, foggy walls.
The heat made your head spin, body leaned against the plastic door in need of fresh air. But going out now would mean slipping right into his needy clutches.
And before you could snap once again, he added, "I hope you won’t mind me taking those pretty panties of yours, hm? I’ll give them back one day, pinky promise," and with that, the leather shoes disappeared from your sight.
With your pitched you fucking psycho, kissing his cheeks goodbye, as he left the stuffy bathroom.
And so during the first semester, you started seeing the consequences of having a stalker like him.
Your panties were disappearing one by one, and you knew that it was not a fault of the old washing machines in the dorm. Always suddenly appearing back on your bed, clean and fragrant, although only god knew what he did with them.
Other times, it was the white knee-socks from the cheerleader costume. The woollen, soft material that wrapped your sweaty thighs after hours of training. Always disappearing whenever you planned to do the laundry, always back on your bed a bit stiff, with a heavy cologne still clinging to the cloth.
The report to the headmaster did truly nothing, as you had no proof whatsoever that Suguru Geto was your stalker, nor that he slipped into the women’s bathroom. After all, no one else saw him, and for that matter, no one could accuse him of anything.
The jock you were sleeping with back then refused to deal with him another way, for he simply didn’t see a reason to it.
You snorted, the first time Toji said it and slipped off his bed. The winter’s biting cold was sneaking past the old dorm windows as you started dressing yourself up.
"Doll, what are you doing?" The mountain of a man asked with a sigh, stretching his massive body on a bed. "I won’t kill some random guy, just because you think he’s stalking you."
You scoffed at the quizzical tone of his voice, pulling on the warm, woolly sweater. "So you think I made this up, huh?"
Toji groaned, lazily wiping his face with a hand. "Come on, I’m just saying that he may have a crush and that’s it."
"He’s been stealing my underwear and listening to me taking showers for months!"
The emerald eyes followed you with a raised eyebrow, as you pulled tight jeans onto your ass. The scowl between your brows made him chuckle lowly and sit up on a bed, patting the still-warm place next to him.
"Come on, let me make you feel better. It’s not as if he’ll do anything else." His long hand reached for the loops of your jeans, but you quickly smacked it. "Doll, I’m serious. If you were in danger, I would definitely deal with him."
Fully dressed, with shoes on, you turned to him with a low tsk and, "I think you’re too much of a fucking coward to do it," before going out of his room and closing the door with a thud.
Months passed; winter turned into early spring, the second semester began, and Suguru Geto was slowly getting closer.
In slow, baby steps and yet you felt the line between the two of you thinning. With him appearing on your horizon much more often, following you around the campus, barely trying to hide it.
In early spring, he started leaving little gifts on your bed, under the door, in the locker. A pretty set of lingerie, favourite flowers, a tape with music he thought you could like, the… death threats.
Not to you, oh, but of course, as he would rather cut his limbs off than make a single, precious strand of your hair fall for the greediness filling his heart.
All the death threats were always aimed at your lovers, of course.
As Suguru had a little patience left for seeing you change men like gloves, with none worthy to be bestowed with the softness of your skin. To nuzzle into your neck, trace kisses down the chin, and hear the sweet laughter every single day.
Suguru was simply jealous. And he addressed it quite openly in short, paper notes that you somehow always found in your bag.
The mix of, baby he’s not good for you, and, break it off, or he’ll regret ever setting his eyes on my girl.
When you brought them all to the headmaster, he simply offered to monitor the situation. As you still had no proof to offer that Suguru Geto was the one who wrote them all. No one saw him slipping the notes into your bag, nor his ghastly figure stealing all your lingerie.
On a campus, he was simply a weird guy.
In classes, the best student.
For you, a hellish nightmare that tried to crawl under your skin and wrap around your body like a deathly viper.
And so you ignored the threats. Broke most of your relationships, but didn’t quite reveal the reason. If he had a problem with you sleeping with one guy for a month or two, then… you simply had to stick to one-night stands and not show yourself on campus with any other men.
As long as you weren’t hanging onto anyone’s shoulder, it should be okay. Somehow, you would last the next year and leave this town behind. With the stalker hot on your heels and the presents stacked in your bedroom, one on top of another.
The middle of the second semester began quickly, with spring in full bloom and the sizzling sun once again letting you slip away for the pool parties at the jocks’ houses. You allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasures and madness of student life, with summer just around the corner. Only a few months left, and you would get a break from your stalker for the whole holidays.
But then… Suguru Geto confessed.
He came to your dorm with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, a small bun sitting high on his head, and pierced lips curling in a gentle smile, as he knocked on your dorm’s door. After months of following you obediently like a puppy, he knew every little thing about you.
Every mood swing of yours, each emotion, always oh so visible on your lovely face. He learned how to watch you, please you, and say the right things to become the perfect boyfriend.
He knew how your pussy smelled during the ovulation days. How you usually tasted, checking it each day with a pretty lingerie of yours pressed to his lips, and fingers pumping his leaking cock.
He learned the melody you always hummed under the shower and the brand of shampoo that made your hair smell like the sweetest garden.
He found out what you liked and hated in bed, all the kinks you wished to try. The way your fingers pressed to your swollen clit, whenever you stayed in your dorm room alone. How your breath hitched when you were close, and thighs squeezed around nothing, although he truly wished it was his head being squished between the heavenly softness that haunted his dreams.
And when you opened the door, he knew that it was now or never. He, finally, was worthy to ask for your love.
"Hi, baby," he said, glancing at your figure dressed in nothing but a skimpy gown.
Wrapping you a bit too tight, ending just above the mid-thighs and with perked nipples poking through the flimsy material.
A scowl bubbled in your throat, and you quickly, with full force, tried to close the door. But he was quicker, slipping his heavy shoe right into the small crack.
"Leave, or I’ll start screaming," you warned him, getting as an answer a low giggle.
He pushed the door easily, coming into your room. The dim light slipping from the night table bathed the small space with a soft glow. A few scented candles flickered on your desk and the bed of your roommate, as usual, was empty.
You took a few steps back, trying not to show any signs of panic.
The sudden fear that rose in your chest. Breath becoming slightly more hitched, fingers trembling around the gown you tried to pull down. Eyes fixed on him, as if he could attack any minute now.
But he, as always, was looking at you. Closely, carefully, with lavender warmth slipping up and down your body and a handsome smirk tugging on his lips. Long hair tickled his shoulder, swimming down along the muscular back dressed in leather jacket. Metal bars on his lips and eyebrows twinkled like coins under the spilling candle-flame, adding a sort of wickedness to his demeanour.
Suguru Geto was… handsome.
Dear lord, he was beautiful.
And as difficult as it was to swallow, you could not change the fact that your stalker was one of the prettiest men you had ever seen. With a horrendous and sinful character, yet the face of an angel.
So you allowed yourself to trace the broad back bulging under the jacket. The height looming over your shivering figure. Long fingers that gripped the bouquet and beefy thighs dressed in black jeans. The woodsy scent of his cologne wrapped around your senses in an utterly pleasurable way, melting you in its warmth.
You hated the way he made you feel. Confused, scared, and most of the time simply furious. But somehow, on some days, a bit too balmy. With a heat spreading all over your body, slipping under the chest, down the belly, between the thighs, as if the wickedness of his actions, the sheer idea of how obsessed he was with you, made you excited.
So then, while he stood in your dorm with a straightened back, you decided to wait. To see what other foolish plan would bloom in his devilish mind, only for you to bring it back to the headmaster.
"What the fuck do you want?" you snapped, crossing arms over your chest.
He took a step closer, lavender eyes mingling with an excitement of a source that made your spine tingle in an unpleasant way. Long hand extended towards you, pushing a lush bouquet right into your arms.
"Go out with me," he stated, not even curving his tone into a question.
A statement, rather, it was as if he was utterly sure that you would agree.
And you stood there with the same scowl that didn’t leave your forehead even for a second. Fingers wrapped around the heavy bouquet, nostrils tingling with the strong, flowery smell you loved so much.
But the wrath coiling beneath your chest was dangerously close to spilling. Eyes bulged, hearing the question he dared to push after months of acting like a psycho stalker and turning your life into madness. Everyone looked at you like a crazy, delusional woman who tried to frame a poor outcast as a maniac who, Suguru Geto, definitely wasn’t.
And now he had the audacity to stand in your bedroom, checking your body dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe, as a sly smile tugged at his lips.
"What did you just say?" Rolled in tremble, as you could barely stop the rage bubbling in your chest.
His head tilted. Long legs took another step closer. Until the big hand lifted to nuzzle your soft cheek, strong thumb brushing the skin aflame with fury.
"Go out with me, baby. Let me love you as you deserve it." The silkiness of his tone made your head spin, in both an unsettling pleasure and madness. "And if you don’t want to date me, use me. It’s been a while since you slept with someone, hm? Why won’t you just use me for your pleasure?"
Thumb slipped to your slightly parted lips. The urge to bite it and suck on it fought in your mind, bringing an irrational feeling that made your lower lip tremble right under his digit.
His words clearly stated that he, in fact, did not know that you hadn’t given up on sleeping with other men. Because if he did…
"Why so sure that I’m not fucking with anyone?" You muttered, tilting head in a cheeky manner.
As if you wanted to indulge yourself in the psychotic game of his, fully aware that you would always end up as a loser. Because for the past few months, Suguru Geto was never, ever, letting you win any of the tricks you tried to play on him. The reports, gathering the evidence, paying people to give him the lesson, although the next day he was always appearing back on the university’s lawn. Fully aware of all your miserable attempts.
Something in his eyes twinkled, but the smile didn’t come off his lips even for a second. "Do you?"
You smacked away his hand, and with a swing, shot the flowers through the room. Gentle petals smashed against the wall, falling pitifully on your roommate’s empty bed.
Before he could even look their way, your arms wrapped around his neck, perked nipples pressed against his torso as you lifted yourself up on tiptoes. The sweetness of your skin immediately enveloped his senses, and it seemed this sudden, intimate gesture left him speechless.
"Every. Single. Night." You whispered, tugging harshly on the long, silky hair curling behind his neck. His breath slipped out shuddered, and, for the first time, you noticed a true rage bubbling in his gaze. "Think you’re so smart? That I’m scared of your stupid threats?" He didn’t answer, allowing himself to cherish the softness of your body pressed to his. "I’m fucking every day with a different guy. Guys, maybe? Who knows, maybe I’m already knocked up stupid after all the cum they–"
His patience finally snapped.
One hand curled around your waist, the other lifted to squeeze your jaw before the last, nasty words would fully set his mind ablaze. The fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, the arm kept you in place, forbidding you from slipping away from the deathly clutches.
"Aren’t you a smartass, hm?" He chuckled, but his low voice was edged with the wrath that made the lavender irises narrow into a cat-eye glance. "I’m giving you an easy way out, baby. If you’re a fucking nymphomaniac, why won’t you make me your boy toy? Think I was joking?" He tugged you, drawing a soft groan from your throat. And as fear filled your body from head to toe, something exciting, maddeningly confusing, tingled in your fingertips.
"You are a fucking joke," a muffled mutter bounced off the walls, only making him squeeze your cheeks even harder.
"I don’t think you’re in a position to make me angry, baby," he leaned closer, his lips mere millimetres from yours.
Another move, and he could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss.
"Or what?" You snorted, enraging him even more. "You’ll kill me? Come on, psycho. At least I’ll get myself free from you."
Suguru never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to do anything that would cause you even a moment's pain. But the way you spoke to him, the way your eyes twinkled with the truth of choosing death rather than spending another second in his presence, made his blood boil in a disgustingly dangerous way.
Your doe eyes fixed on his, lovely face twisted in a wicked smile as he finally loosened his grip on your cheeks.
"Is that your final answer, then?" He asked, low bass filling the small room. Candle flames licked a side of his face, with warm tongues and peppered kisses. A devil truly looking like an angel. "I promise you’ll regret it, baby."
And with a final scowl, you pushed him away. This time, he allowed you to do it without a fight.
To kick his massive body out of your room and smash the door till the tremor bounced off the corridors.
Back then, while gathering the beautiful flowers of the bed and pushing them all to the trash can, you didn’t know what consequences your decision would bring upon the lives of not just you, but all the other people you associated yourself with. The rage filled you from head to toe, making your mind go foggy from the dizziness and adrenaline that still pulsed in your veins.
Back then, you thought that the official rejection would finally stop all his attempts to coax you into this weird relationship he had made up in his head and give you a little breather.
So when you didn’t notice his presence around yourself for the next few days, a grain of hope bloomed beneath your heart. That maybe, he finally decided to leave you alone.
Your lingerie stopped disappearing, death threats were no longer found in your bag, and all the little presents stopped appearing on your bed. Life was getting back on track, and you could enjoy the last few months of university, hanging on jocks’ shoulders and slipping into parties every single weekend.
But as it would soon turn out, those few days of peace were nothing but a bad omen. The storm that would soon haunt not only your life but the whole campus itself.
As on the night one of the male students had left your dorm, he disappeared. Simply, just like that, only to be found two days later in the local forest. With body dismembered into pieces, head a few meters away from the torso.
When the news spread across the campus, not a single student or professor was left unshocked, their hearts shattered.
Did he have any enemies? People wondered. Did he find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time?
The police went to you first, of course, since you seemed to be the last person who saw him that night. But the two officers didn’t get anything from the stuttering, and weeping body of yours, with dark circles swollen under your eyes. As, in fact, you didn’t even know his name, after meeting at some party and taking back for a quick fuck to your room.
Weeks passed before you could somehow move on and find calmness within a company of another guy. Not a one-night stand, but simply someone whose kindness and gentlemanly manner made your mind flutter with peace. He talked to you gently and made a sweet, genuine laugh slip past your lips. A friend, companion, but of no love interest from your side.
And yet, after a while, he disappeared too. Only to be found in the lake, with a purple body bulging from the water and a head wrapped in a dirty sack.
This case… made you spiral into madness.
Because, as you would soon discover, men who got close to you in any way were always, always, going missing just a few days after exchanging a few simple words with you. Be it a random student working in a library or a waiter at your favourite dinner. It didn’t matter who they were to you, but a single glance at your face was enough to sentence them to death.
And whenever another person was disappearing, you always saw him.
Suguru Geto, looking at you from across the campus, with a diabolical smirk tugging at his lips. Of unmatched beauty, with cheeks, straight eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes. Lavender gaze lingering, with an uncanny sense of a secret only the two of you knew. The love and obsession so heavy that he was ready to cut you off from any men if that would force you to crawl back to him.
So you simply stopped hanging around campus. You just gritted your teeth, hid face beneath the heavy hoodie, and left the room only for classes. Room – classes, room – classes, the route that, during the last month before the summer break, became your routine.
You made minimal contact with other men, be it people in your class or a cashier at the local supermarket. Avoided the parties, gatherings, hangouts, just to not risk anyone’s life any further.
Just one month, you thought, desperately wanting to move back to your parents’ house for the summer holidays.
To leave Suguru, the university, this whole mess behind, and lock yourself far away from all the problems you already caused.
And then, a few days before leaving, Shoko knocked on your door. And when you opened with a puffy face and a shirt dirty from a chocolate ice cream you just stuffed yourself with, she sighed heavily, quickly coming inside.
"Do you even have a roommate?" She asked, noticing that the other half of the room was always empty.
With a brief nod, you fell back on your bed and closed the book you had just been reading. Ice cream in a big paper cup was melting on your bedside table, and heavy curtains cut off the summer light in the stuffy room.
"She’s always hanging out with her boyfriend," you muttered, patting the place next to you.
Shoko took a seat, watching the misery furrow your face. "You can’t cut yourself off. It’s not healthy, you know?" she said, tugging a lock of your hair back behind an ear.
Your fingers fiddled with the old, pink tracksuit, picking on the little, plastic diamonds glued to the soft material.
"I don’t want anyone else to die," a low, almost crying voice filled the space as you desperately tried to hold back the tears already swirling behind your eyelids. "What if he’s going to hurt you?"
She wondered for a second, taking in your state, a pain ripping at her heart. "Don’t worry, I won’t let that bastard get anywhere near me. Besides, it seems that he only aims for your…" She bit down on the lower lip, as if not wishing to confirm what was already obvious. "Anyways, I thought that maybe we could have some fun tonight. Nothing crazy, just a simple funfair with me, Utahime and Yuki."
You looked up from behind the wet eyelashes, seeing the comforting smile on your friend’s face.
"I don’t think I’m in the mood for fun," another sigh escaped your tightened throat. "Besides, he can follow me there."
She hummed, nodding her chestnut head. Short hair curled around the lean cheeks, and a single cigarette was pushed behind an ear.
"Well, how about you slip away through the window? He won’t notice you leaving the dorm. His room is on the other side of the building; he won’t even see you cross the lawn."
A low giggle slipped past your lips, seeing a cheeky grin lift her lips. "And how do you know that?"
"I think you truly underestimate your friends. Yuki’s boyfriend is friends with his roommate, the nerd guy, Satoru. We’ll make sure he keeps him entertained for a few seconds," Shoko laughed, squinting her eyes like a sly kitty. "Besides, there’s some weird metal band in town. I’m sure he and the rest of Addam’s Family will hang out there. He already knows you’re too scared to even leave your room, so… he won’t suspect anything."
The plan indeed sounded good. And as your room was on the first floor, slipping away would be easy. The worst that could happen was a small scratch, but it seemed worth it to experience even the simplest moment of joy before leaving your friends for two months.
At the same time… the fear was eating you alive. The thought that he might somehow be able to track your location sent a shiver down your spine. Made your mind freeze, heart trying to leap from the tightened chest. You didn’t want to hear about any more murders. Didn’t want to befriend kind, innocent people who would meet a tragic end only because of the psychotic stalker who cared for you in his sick, twisted manner.
And yet, without a second thought, you nodded, drawing a squeak from Shoko’s beaming face. She pulled you into a tight, warm hug, a sweet fragrance of perfume and cigarette smoke wrapping around your senses.
"So get your ass up now and go take a shower," She said, pushing you towards the door. "I’ll prepare a little special outfit for our night out."
The bathroom was empty when you entered, but no one interrupted your long, warm shower. No heavy footsteps bounced off the tiled walls, and no one’s silky hair peeked down at your naked body. It felt almost unusual, yet you tried to enjoy this intimate moment of peace just as you used to, with the same melody hummed softly beneath the dripping rain and a sweet body wash lathering your skin.
Colours seemed to slowly spread across your cheeks, the purple smooched disappeared from under your eyes, and a heavy, relaxed breath escaped your throat.
The life, even for a slippery second, felt as if it was back under your control.
When you turned to the room, a small, shocked gasp rolled off your tongue.
"I am not wearing that!" You scowled, looking at the set Shoko prepared for you.
You had long forgotten about the tight, extremely short pink skirt and the sparkling white top that were hidden in your wardrobe. A set of white lingerie lay right next to them, and your heart almost stopped at the bra, thin enough to make your perked nipples visible through the flimsy top.
"What do you mean? You wore it so many times before!" she exclaimed, adding a pair of big hoops and milky-white heels. "Come on, don’t be a prude!"
"I’m not, but…" but what if some guy tries to talk to me, and he will be there, and…
"Nuh-uh, stop. I can read your thoughts," Shoko said, quickly wiping a towel over your naked body. Her chestnut eyes slid up and down your figure, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips. "Mhm, perfect. Dress up and let me do your make-up."
So after an hour and a long fight over the crimson lipstick that smudged your lips in an utterly whorish way, you and Shoko, under the sky blanketed in darkness, finally slipped away through the window. Bags fell onto the lawn first, heels following right after, only for your stupidly giggling lips to shush each other as you ran across campus.
Yuki and Shoko were already waiting outside, and when you saw them crouched behind the bushes, a loud, alive laugh filled the warm summer night.
"Why didn’t you wait in the car?" You asked, slipping into the passenger seat.
Yuki started the car, slowly reversing from the university’s car park. "For your entertainment, dear." She chuckled before pulling onto the main road.
After ten minutes of laughing and chit-chatting in the car, with music blasting from the speakers and Yuki’s cabriolet swooshing along the forest roads, you finally noticed the lights.
Red, orange, and purple, with a Ferris wheel looming over the dark, haunted house, rollercoasters, and multiple colourful booths filling the place with a mixture of burnt popcorn and sweet cotton candy. The tacky music beamed from the stickers, bouncing off the nearby lake, hidden just behind the deep forest.
Children, teenagers and students filled the park to the brim, with plastic red cups or paper boxes of food in their hands. Men tried to show off their muscles, hitting the high striker again and again until the golden bell buzzed with a red alarm, tickling your earlobes. A few squeaks escaped from the haunted house after a group of girls left it, laughing and giggling, while another group just entered, fear twisting their faces.
It seemed perfect, joyful and carefree, lifting a heavy burden from your shoulders and allowing you to experience a moment of happiness.
Shoko wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards the entrance.
After an hour, you completely forgot about the terror that had haunted you for the past year. You couldn’t count the cans of beer you drank, the amount of caramel popcorn that filled your belly with sweetness, all the times you almost barfed on the rollercoaster, and your miserable attempts to win a plush toy in darts.
Some men looked behind their shoulders to sense a direction from which sugary laughter was coming. Some tried to talk to you, but all three girls were immediately taking you away from their clutches, knowing that the presence of another guy was the last thing you needed.
But then all of them left for the haunted house, which you refused to enter, and suddenly became easy prey. Easy enough for someone to come into your line of sight and let out a chuckle when another soft ball didn’t hit the moving object.
"I’m sorry, but you really suck at it," a low voice whispered in your ear, and you quickly looked over your shoulder.
A young man, surely your age, with coffee-coloured eyes that mingled like little stars and sandy hair brushed slightly back. He stood tall, with broad shoulders bulging beneath the blueish shirt. Muscular arms peeked from beneath the short sleeves, with a few creamy buttons revealing his warm chest.
Your lips pouted. "I’m not that bad."
"It’s the fourth time you lost it."
Sixth, almost slipped away, but instead, you let out a giggle.
His eyes scanned your face, taking in the loveliness warming your skin, before drifting towards a booth filled with plushies.
"So which one do you want?" He asked, giving the cashier a few dollars for another try.
You bit the plush inside of the cheek, pointing with a finger at the big, black cat with yellow eyes and a pinkish nose.
"He looks mischievous," a man murmured, nevertheless sending you a smile.
His legs spread a bit wider, and his body leaned over to get a better view of the moving cans.
"I like them a bit mischievous," you said, moving yourself to stand right next to him.
With a corner of the eye, you noticed his gaze on your warm cheeks, before he looked back towards the game. "I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m a nice guy."
The first ball flew, hitting right in the middle of the small can. You gasped, shooting your head towards him. To look at the cheeky smile and sandy brows curving up.
"You did not!"
He shrugged, rolling a chuckle. "Not bad, hm?"
Another three balls in his hand disappeared just as quickly. One by one, each hitting the can with force, until the metal cups fell to the ground. The cashier seemed just as surprised and charmed as you, watching the blue veins bulge on his forearms and squinting at the aim.
When the last can fell, you suddenly, without a further thought, grabbed his shoulders and started jumping with loud squeaks.
"Oh my god! Amazing!" The pure happiness lighting your face swelled his heart with pride as he pointed a finger at the big, black cat.
"Here you go, pretty," He said, a gentle rosiness kissing his lips as he pushed the plush into your arms.
A bit too small to hug it fully, slightly bigger than your chest.
"Pretty?" Fell rather cheeky, as you walked towards one of the benches.
The warm summer air coated your body, hair stuck to the glossed lips, and you noticed the way his finger curled into a fist, as if wishing to push those few strands away.
"Well, aren’t you?" He scratched the back of his neck at the poor attempt to crack a flirty joke.
And as heartwarming as it was, maybe a little cheesy, you smiled, nuzzling cheek into the soft fur of your new gift.
"Mhm, whatever you say, handsome."
This time, his lean cheeks blazed with colour. Eyes slipped over your shoulder, as if the loveliness of your eyes was simply too much to bear. Cute.
"I’m Nanami," he said, coffee eyes finally meeting yours once again. "I was watching you for a while and thought you were pretty…"
The shyness creeping up his neck melted your heart. He was handsome, of course he was, with a sharp jaw and sandy hair, a few golden strands as if licked by the sun's rays. Eyes deep and warm, like sweet cocoa, held the damnedest purity that men your age usually did not possess. Pale skin, coated with a sheen of sweat, fingers curling and straightening under the weight of your gaze.
You sat down on the nearby bench, nothing but a black cat keeping your thighs from touching each other.
"Are you trying to flirt with me, Nanami?" You asked, turning head his way.
"Is it working?"
You hummed, leaning closer with a devilish smile dancing on your lips. "I think you’re pretty cute."
Nanami turned out to be the utmost gentleman. Always paying attention to everything you said, listening with pricked ears and quick nods. Sometimes the conversation turned to him, but more often to you. And although you thought of yourself as a rather boring person, Nanami enjoyed every word that slipped past your lips.
He seemed rather boring, but kind, shy, and utterly curious about your persona. Making a pleasurable warmth bubble in your belly and a wicked need to coax him into your arms. To use him for your own satisfaction, as back in the days when you enjoyed spending your nights with men too good to hang out with girls of your sort.
And soon you started leaning closer. And closer, placing the cat on the other side of the bench, pressing your thighs together. He was sweetly, utterly aware of your presence. Of the sweetness that filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body and giggles kissing his earlobes.
"I was thinking…" fell sweetly, with your breasts stuck to his arm.
"Maybe we could move somewhere quieter?" A lovely pout formed on your lips, doe eyes lurking up from beneath the curtain of lashes. "There’s a lake nearby. And I could reaaally use a cold swim right now."
You felt a tremor slip down his spine. The goosebumps rising on the skin of his bicep, you curled fingers around. A bulge in his trousers that made your eyes twinkle and lips lift in a wicked smile.
"But you don’t h-have a swimsuit," he said, perfectly knowing how stupid his reasoning was.
Because the lack of a swimsuit was, indeed, the whole point of this secret meeting.
So when a low, "Do you mind?" Slipped past your lips, he quickly shook his head.
"Let’s meet in ten, then." You said, before walking away towards the hidden beach with a gentle sway of your hips and a big cat wrapped within your arms.
It was safer to meet there separately. The reasons were obvious, but Nanami didn’t need to know them. There was no need, as for the past few hours you had been carefully scanning the park for the dark, heavy shoes and their owner, a face that still haunted your dreams.
It seemed he truly had no idea of your whereabouts, so the invitation seemed quite safe. Nanami appeared too good to get himself tangled up in your whole mess, yet the egoistic, carnal need for pleasure was far stronger than the need to keep a clear mind.
The short path through the dark forest led you towards a small beach, with trees looming over the crystal water and the moon peeking through the thick branches. Crickets hummed a summer melody, gentle waves crashed over the soft sand and without a second thought, you started undressing yourself.
The top, skirt, heels, followed by the flimsy white lingerie. A shiver ran down your spine when you dipped your feet in the water. Lukewarm, but still cooling your body in such a pleasing way. You slowly went further, and further, till the lake wrapped around your hips and moonlight bounced off the crystal droplets gathering on your skin.
Soft sigh slipped past your lips as you immersed yourself fully, with only your head peeking over the calm surface.
After a while, you finally heard footsteps slowly coming towards the beach. Nanami was close, and so you went back to the shore, slowly, slowly, walking out of the lake, with beads coating your naked body. Hanging off the perked nipples, nuzzling into the collarbones, dripping down your pussy, and a sheer sight of you could make one recall legends of water nymphs. With a beauty that unlatched heaven itself, carrying a wicked spell that spiralled men into madness.
When the shadow lurked from between the bending trees, your lips curled. Head tilted, mind already imagined the fever that would hit his lovely, virgin cheeks.
"Nan–"
And yet, before the name could fully roll off your lips, your breath hitched instead.
Because the man who appeared in front of you wasn’t him. The kind boy you met just minutes ago.
No, but instead Satan himself. Demon, nightmare, a fiend plaguing your life since the year before.
With a tall, muscular body dressed in black, heavy shoes wrapped around his ankles, creamy skin drenched… in blood. Long fingers wrapped around the long knife, and this damned smile bubbled behind the lavender irises.
"You–" a shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, body suddenly a lot more naked than it should.
Everything you showed, exposed, and wanted to offer wasn’t meant to be seen by him.
And Suguru Geto knew it. Oh, he knew too well, and that’s why the lavender gaze travelled up and down your body with a satisfaction.
"Hi, baby," he said, slightly tilting his head. "Why the surprised face? Have you waited for someone else?"
You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to confirm the obvious. Instead, your hands lifted to cover the soaked breasts, eyes quickly fell on the clothes left messily on the sand. Four big steps and you could at least grab the lingerie.
But Suguru noticed the way your gaze wandered, and a small gasp escaped his lips. He was faster, with long legs carrying him to your panties before you could take a step, body still frozen in fear. With one hand gripping the knife, he bent over and grabbed the dirty panties with the other.
"Such a pretty set. All for me?" He giggled, lifting the material to his nose. You could hear a low moan as he took a deep, heavy sniff with utter pleasure. Pervert. "Fuck, baby. You always smell so fucking good." Before you could snap back, his tongue peeked out past the pierced lip, taking a long, moany lick of your juices, lavender eyes not leaving your face for a second. "And taste like heaven."
Something bubbled in your belly. A mix of emotions too strange to identify, making your mind spin into a fury and spine tingle with a craving too queer to admit. The sole fact that standing naked in front of your stalker felt…
"Where’s Nanami?" you added quickly, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched the moment Suguru moaned around your panties.
He took a step closer, coming your way at an unhurried pace. Panties hidden in the back pocket of his jeans, a thumb brushing away your juice, mixed with a crimson liquid on his cheek.
Suguru shrugged, eyes still fixed on your face. "Who?"
Your fingers turned into fists, as "What did you do to him, psycho?" fell through the gritted teeth.
But the gentle crease appearing between your brows melted Suguru’s heart. Low chuckle bounced off the calm water, as he was only a few steps away. If he wanted to, he could simply extend his hand and grab you by the neck.
"Baby, I really thought you learned your lesson," an angelic pout twisted his lips, as he pressed the drenched knife to his cheek. "Let me think… are you talking about the guy who was coming to see you? Blond, slightly shorter than me?"
When a terror flickered behind your gaze, his eyes lightened. "Ah, so that was him? Well, I didn’t like the fact that he was coming to meet my girl," Lavender irises dropped down to your breasts covered by your hands, before slipping towards the soft belly, hips, mound of your pussy, with a low growl tickling your ears. "Fuck, baby. I’m so happy this fucker’s dead. I can’t believe–"
Before Suguru could finish, you took a step.
And the next one, and another, before your palm met with his cheek. You didn’t expect the hit to be that hard, and yet he stumbled and fell on the soft sand. With a shock crossing his face and hand lifting to grab his burning skin.
"Bab–"
You launched towards him, your hips straddling his, palms pressing his shoulders down until his head hit the ground. Everything felt too weird, unnatural, as burning rage took over your mind and adrenaline pulsed beneath your skin.
Another slap echoed from the looming trees, and when his head flew to the left, you quickly turned it right with the next hit. And the next, next, counting each man who died because of you. The jock, the kind guy, the diner waiter, the student from the library… Nanami.
One hit more ruthless than another, but the adrenaline cooed over the sizzling pain that ripped your palms. No tears ran down your face, no trembling washed over your spine.
It was a wrath that had been simmering beneath your heart for months and finally found a way to spill in a deeply dishonourable way, leaving you filled with disgust for the violence he forced upon you.
When you finally finished, with deep breaths slipping one by one through your parted lips and eyes looking down at his face, a sort of peace dripped into your mind. Upon seeing a thin thread of blood trickling down his lips and a nasty, lavender bruise slowly forming high on cheeks.
He lay still with a mix of shock and absolute, loving madness that slipped in a shudder past the bloody traces on his face.
If Suguru Geto had thought he already loved you those few minutes before, now, with your naked body straddling his and cheeks pulsing from a beating he had himself awakened in you – he wasn’t sure whether love was enough to describe the devotion his heart swelled with.
Your breasts rose with deep breaths, lips slightly parted, while your hands still pressed his shoulder into the sand. And before he could speak, your finger hooked around his lip piercing, pulling him forward as pain shot through every nerve the metal had struck.
"Stop fucking testing me," you growled, with squinted eyes looking straight into his. "Think you’re so smart? I know your psychotic ass is too miserable to lay a finger on me. Pull another stunt like that and I’ll fucking kill you," you launched him forward, without a care whether the lip ring would rip through the skin. "Do you understand?"
He quickly nodded, but the heart-shaped irises were enough to raise another wave of fury beneath your chest.
And when he thought you would stand up and simply walk away, leaving him on a sand with a blood trickling down his chin and a hard cock trying to rip through his pants, you…
Kissed him. Smashed your lips against his, licking clean the crimson liquid pooling on his skin.
Suguru was already taken by surprise, but now, feeling your warmth so close to his body, he could swear that heaven was nowhere but in the taste of your sweet breath.
He moaned, drinking the saliva dripping from your lips and feeling the wet pussy rolling against his bulging jeans. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, squeezing them tight till another pitiful groan slipped right into your mouth.
And when his big palms landed on your hips, you pulled back, giving him yet another slap. "Don’t fucking touch me, you psycho."
Your words fell harshly, but the desire bubbling in your lower belly and sticky juices coating his jeans were enough evidence to make you feel utterly, madly turned on by the miserable state he allowed you to put him in.
"Baby, fuck, sit on my face, I’m begging you," he moaned, looking down at the long, silky thread that dripped down from your cunt right onto his bulge.
The sheer sight made his mind spin, and when you moved over his face, Suguru was sure that blood started dripping from his nose.
"I don’t care if you’ll suffocate, but you better make me cum," you stated, looking down into his dazed eyes.
Knowing fully well that the death between your thighs would bring him the peace he did not deserve.
With one move, you sat yourself on his face, tongue already peeking out and plastered to meet the heavenly sweetness of your cunt. A low, loud groan filled your drenched walls as he could finally savour the flavour he had craved for so long.
Lavender eyes rolled back, muscular body trembled as you sat with your full weight, till his teeth grazed your swollen clit and tongue sealed the leaking entrance. He drank the honeyed saps like a man starved, lapping through your folds with low moans and shallow breaths. Getting himself intoxicated by the creaminess trickling down his throat and coating the inside of plush cheeks with a sheen of sugar.
His hand immediately slipped down to his cock, fiddling with a belt, only to pull out a massive, leaking shaft that hit his abdomen. You looked over your shoulder, mouth watering at the sheer sight of the monstrosity he dared to keep hidden all this time.
He did offer to be your boy toy, and maybe, maybe, you would think it over, knowing the fatness that could poke each and every nerve deep inside your pussy.
When his lips curled around your clit, sucking on the swollen button, your hips rolled in pleasure.
"Fuck," you moaned, feeling a smirk already tugging on his bloody lips.
The metal rings felt slightly cold, bringing a weird pleasure to the heat that ripped you from the inside.
His long fingers curled around the thick shaft, pumping it in slow, lazy strokes. The reddened head pulsed as if ready to burst, balls contracted whenever your hips rolled over and over again, smearing his chin, cheeks, nose in a creamy cum.
His tongue fluttered around your clit, folds, poking inside the tightening cunt. When his other hand slipped up to grab your tit, you allowed it with a soft groan. Long fingers rolled the hardened nipple, squeezing the fat that fit into his palm just right.
"My sweetest," he pulled slightly away, forcing a frown upon your lovely forehead. "That desperate to get fucked, huh? I’m sorry my baby needed to wait that long."
It could look as if he was talking to you, but, in fact, his squinted eyes were nowhere but on your glistening pussy. With another wave of cum already sticking to his lips and lonely hole clenching desperately around nothing.
"My–"
"Stop talking," you muttered, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair, only to push him towards your cunt. "I’m far from cumming."
And he did as you ordered, plastering himself again to the heaven between your legs.
This time, he lapped more hungrily. With lips, tongue, nose poking all your sweetest buds, sucking on the trembling clit and pushing, pushing, pushing inside the weeping cunt. Each roll of your hips tugged painfully on his piercing, but he didn’t mind.
No, but rather took a carnal pleasure from the heaviness of your body, feeling that dangerous warmth bubbling in his loins.
And you were no better, with head falling behind and eyes closing from the ecstasy that was ready to spill any second. Looking back on his cock, you moaned, already imagining the fat, leaking shaft nuzzled deep inside your pussy. With a slightly curved head hitting your womb and a warm cum filling you to the brim.
"Oh fuck, I’m close," an almost inaudible whisper rolled off your tongue, but Suguru caught it in time.
With a sly smirk and lips sucking on your clit harsher, till the plumped bud trembled on his tongue, leaking a few droplets of sap.
His face turned red, for you really cut the air off and made him suffer in pleasure, strangled beneath your oozing cunt. Eyes rolled back again, a low groan spread through your pussy, sending another wave of climax down your spine.
And within the next few rolls and his tongue digging deep inside your soft walls – you finally cummed. Gushed, all over his face, drenching it in splatters of crystal droplets, landing in his mouth, on cheeks, dripping down the forehead. Your thighs squeezed around his head, a pitched moan left parted lips, and fingers grabbed his hair tighter.
You trembled, and trembled, feeling the ambrosial orgasm tickle your spine. Probably the first and best given to you through oral sex alone.
And as embarrassing as it was to admit, Suguru was, by far, the only man who made you moan that loud.
You didn’t have a moment to catch your breath. No strength to lift yourself up from his body. And to him it was of no problem, as the second later, the world spanned only for you to find yourself under him.
With thighs glued to your chest and ass slightly lifted up.
"I told you–"
His lips fell onto yours before you could finish, drawing a sweet moan from your throat.
"My poor baby is in heat," he muttered, licking a long stripe of your sweating cheek. "Let me take care of you. You waited so fucking long, didn't you?"
"And whose fault is that?" You snapped, feeling his smirk back onto your lips.
He kissed you messily, yet with a sweetness and care you would never associate with a psycho of his sort.
"I told you," he started, pulling away to take his shirt off. Muscles upon muscles glistened under the moonlight spilling through the trees, dark locks cascading down to his hips. "You will regret rejecting my love."
His trousers quickly joined the shirt on the sand, and soon he was hanging over you naked. With a heavy cock lying on your belly and droplets of precum leaking onto your belly button. It burned down through your skin – the hefty girth that made your mind spin from the sight alone.
He didn’t cum, as if waiting to release himself deep within the warmth of your pussy, and his next "Last time you mentioned something about getting knocked up, hm?", only confirmed the nasty thoughts already bubbling in your skull.
"Don’t know how to use a condom?" You bit down on lower lip, deep inside knowing that you yourself would throw that condom away.
There was simply no way you would pass up a chance to feel such a monstrous shaft deep inside you. His big palms hook under your thighs, folding you even further, till the breath alone slipped in trembled gasps and chest squeezed under the heaviness of his body.
And yet, you still tried to expose yourself even further, moving your hips in desperate need to meet the long-craved fraction and the maddening stretch. It felt so embarrassing, humiliating, to get yourself drunk on the pleasure that tickled your fingertips and made your lips fall open.
Dizziness already coiled behind your eyes, and Suguru could see it clearly. In the way you looked at his leaking cock, with this slutty, needy gaze.
"Do you want me to use it, baby?" He chuckled, leaning himself down. Only lick a long stripe down your neck, feeling the sweat tickle his taste buds. "Tell me you don’t dream about getting fucked raw and stupid."
A moan slipped past your lips when the head of his cock smooched your entrance, and lips sucked on sensitive skin right beneath your jaw. "Just do it already, fuck."
"Tell me you love me," He murmured, teeth grazing one of your pulsing veins. "Tell me you’ll stay, and I promise to give you everything."
Hips already rolling, as you tried to get yourself closer to his fatness. To the tip that oozed with sticky precum and the heat radiating from his cock.
A pathetic mewl escaped your throat as he sank himself a bit deeper. But only the plump head, that already marked the painful stretch you would surely get after the rest of the shaft followed.
"Stop dreaming, you psycho," you gritted through your teeth, pushing out even more of the cum that wrapped in a creamy ring around his cock. You stretched your hand, taking a fistful of his hair, only to pull him closer. Till your lips crashed in another kiss, the dried blood sticking to your maws. "Fuck me stupid, and I’ll think about it."
And Suguru, as desperate as he was, needed only those few, mean words to shove his massive shaft deep inside your pussy.
A loud scream bounced off the trees, soon muffled by his lips, drinking in every cry, every moan that started spilling out.
The stretch was as painfully ecstatic as you expected, spinning your mind with drowsiness and rolling eyes into the skull. He filled every corner, every fold of your plush hole, till the reddened head smooched your womb. You trembled from head to toe upon a sudden intrusion, and the way he immediately started moving.
Pushing, thrusting, shoving his cock till the balls squelched against your lifted ass, and nasty splashing filled the little beach. He kept you in place, with muscular arms folding you in half and lips licking, sucking, and biting on the sensitive skin of your neck. Chest plastered to your nipples, brushing the perked buds each time he rammed his cock inside your weeping cunt.
The air felt sticky and steamy, with the sweetness of your breaths mixing whenever another moan slipped past your lips, and Suguru watched carefully as pleasure twisted your face.
The ethereal beauty that warmed your cheeks, eyes lidded in delight, a stream of spit dripping down your chin, before he licked it with a low, nasty groan.
"Fuck, baby, I waited so long," He muttered, mind spinning into madness whenever your plush cunt clamped on his cock. "So hungry, weren't you?"
When his fingers slipped between your bodies, only to press against your clit, a pitched, "Mmm y-yeah, fuck, I hate you so much," rolled right into his smirking lips.
He chuckled, shoving his shaft faster, deeper, till a small bulge appeared right under your belly button. "Do you? Because I thought you, ugh, liked them a bit mischievous, huh?"
You heard those words somewhere before. Maybe because they were the same words said to Nanami.
But then, with his cock stuffing you, nasty, full and plush lips caressing yours, you couldn’t give a single fuck about how he knew about them. The only thing that mattered was his heavy, beefy body pressed to yours, leaving barely any space for the warm air that desperately tried to slip between your sweating skins.
"Suguru," a lovely mewl escaped your throat when his curved tip hit your sweet spot inside. Ramming into it relentlessly, with a force that drove your body into the sand. "So, oh god, you fill me so good."
His lips met your jaw, chin, lavender eyes tracing each scowl of your face. "You love it, don’t you, baby?" Big thumb rolled the swollen clit, pulling another pinched moan from your throat. "I know, baby, you love it so fucking much. And if I’ll do this," He rammed his tip against your spot again, before nuzzling it right against the plumped womb. "You will cum very, very soon."
And he was right. Pushing all your buttons, kneading your body in all the right places as if he knew exactly how to make a warmth bubble in your belly.
Fingers of one hand dug painfully into the backs of your thighs as you opened them even further, letting him slip into you even deeper.
"Talk to me, baby." He ordered, feeling the erratic clenching of your walls. "Tell me how much you love me."
"I love it–ahhh," rolled instead, and you could feel a dissatisfied tsk bouncing off your chin.
"No, baby," his teeth sank into your neck, his thumb pressing on your clit even harder. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you fucking love me. I’ll kill every man you’ll ever try to talk to. Hell, I’ll slash your pretty friends’ throats if they try to keep me away from you." Each nasty word was marked by a more brutal roll of his lips. Till the sweet pleasure of smooching your womb soon turned into your painful cries. "Say it, say that you love me."
The warmth in your lower belly was ready to spill, head lulled to the side only to be brought back by his lips, tugging harshly on yours. He bit into them, then licked the swell with a coo, as if trying to coax you into the madness-confession he had waited so long for.
And you, wrapped around the heavy weight of his cock inside your cunt and the way he made your feet curl in pleasure, finally, unfortunately, had given up.
"Suguru, I love you–nghh–s-so fucking much," a sweet mewl slipped past your lips. "So good, fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love you, love you, love you, love you–"
Your desperate cries were muffled by his low groan, dripping into your throat, as he finally stilled.
With cock kissing your womb, lips lick the tears rolling in the corners of your eyes and a thumb pinching the trembling clit.
You came with a loud cry, squirting all over his beefy thighs, abdomen, soaking the trembling shaft that started filling your clamping walls with waves and waves of cum. Its stickiness glueing to your soft insides, creamy droplets plugging you so full, till the milky threads spilled from the rim of your cunt.
And in the brief moment when Suguru Geto let his guard down, your fingers seized the long knife left messily on the sand and, with a single furious thrust, drove it deep into his left thigh.
A low groan slashed through the air when the shimmering iron struck his thick muscles, sending a painful wave over his spine.
You rolled his heavy body off, milky cum still dripping down your thighs and eyes…
Eyes looking no better than his. With heart-shaped irises glancing down at his body wrinkling in pain, with a sweet giggle, as you finally felt the winning pleasure spreading all over your chest.
His naked, muscular figure sprawled on the sand, cock already getting hard once again, upon seeing the bloody, sticky mess you left on him. Lavender gaze gazed up to you with a swelling devotion, and you needed to grit your teeth not to give him one last slap.
Instead, you started dressing yourself, slowly, with eyes squinted and lips tugged by a sly smile.
"I should fucking kill you," tickled his ears, and he could only give you a short nod. "But it would be a waste of resources," your eyes slipped onto his already leaking cock.
"I’ll come over tonight, baby," he mumbled, wrapping his hand around your ankle. If he could, he would crawl behind you, but the pain slashing through his thigh was already spiralling him into dizziness. "Fucking, wait for me, I’ll come over."
"I’ll be taking a shower in two hours, and I expect to see you there," you said with a final low hum and a tilt of your head, before walking away.
And Suguru… he had to jerk himself twice before he could finally stand up, swaying and pain swirling droplets of sweat on his neck. Yet, neither death nor such a minor injury could ever keep him away from his sweet, precious girl.
You know what, I kind feel sorry for Nanami... anyways, pyramidhead Toji next! I haven't written Toji for such a long time! I hope you enjoyed the first story <3
“c’mon baby, you have to get up.” suguru smiled, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains casting a warm—almost angelic glow across his features. suguru was so beautiful when he woke up. his long hair cascaded down his back and shoulders, the silky locs always tickling you whenever he shifted in bed. his soft hands always held you close, providing you comfort and warmth you’d find in no one else.
waking up to him was like heaven. he was always gentle, kissing you awake with his lips against your chubby cheeks, tickling your sides until you broke out in a smile. he took care of you like you were something fragile everyday—especially when it came to your sleep. he believed in coaxing you awake carefully—that every single person in the world was the most vulnerable when unconscious, so when it came to you? he was as tender as possible, taking care of his darling little kitten.
“no..too early.” you whined, burying your face deeper into his bicep, his body heat providing you more comfort than a heated pillow.
“hm..alright.” he started, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “but, don’t be upset when you sleep half the day—time we could’ve been spending together…but you chose your bed over me.”
that made you crack an eye open to look at him.
the little bastard was still smiling, looking down at you teasingly. what a little—
“you’re twisting my words, suguru!” you pouted, flopping over onto your stomach to hide your face from him. “i just don’t wanna get up everyday at seven like you dooooo…”
“but when you wake up at the same time as i do, i get to be with you longer..” he murmured, playfully tickling your lower back, his fingers dangerously close to the waistband of your sleep shorts.
“stop teasing…”
“wake up and i won’t have to.”
“augghhhh suguru that’s so unfair…”
“you wouldn’t want me to play dirty then would you? attack while you’re asleep?”
Synopsis: JJK men favorite positions to fuck you in.
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◟ Gojo Satoru ໒꒱ .
Prone bone
Gojo is a big slut. There is just something about him having you laying underneath him on your belly with all his weight on you. You can’t run, you can’t escape, you have to take his dick like a good girl.
"You're already this wet? We barely started."
"Toru, please—" Your voice came out broken, muffled by the pillow. You tried to lift your hips, desperate for more friction, but his weight kept you pinned perfectly flat.
"Please what?" He laughed, that playful lilt making your clit throb. His arm tightened around your neck just slightly, pulling your head back enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Use your words, baby. I know you've got 'em in that pretty little head."
"Please fuck me," you whined, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you. "I need it, I need you inside—"
The words died in your throat as he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your scream came out choked, strangled by his forearm against your throat as he stretched you open around his length. The angle—god, the angle with your legs pressed together, flat beneath him—made him feel impossibly thick.
"Fuck, your tight," Gojo groaned, his composure cracking for just a moment before that cocky edge returned. "Your little pussy's squeezing me so hard. Did you miss my cock that much?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His hips snapped back and drove forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard cracking against the wall. Each thrust ground your clit against the mattress, the friction almost too much combined with the way he was splitting you open from behind.
"T-Toru! Too deep—Ahh—hh" Your moans pitched higher, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucked you into the bed. His arm stayed locked around your throat, keeping your back arched just enough that every stroke hit that devastating spot inside you.
"Too deep?" He had the audacity to laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple even as his hips pistoned faster. "Baby, I'm barely trying. You should see yourself right now—crying already and I haven't even made you cum yet."
The tears spilled over, streaking down your cheeks and soaking into the pillow. It wasn't pain—or not entirely. It was the overwhelming fullness, the relentless pace, the way he somehow knew exactly how to take you apart. Your sobs mixed with your moans, creating desperate sounds you'd never heard yourself make before.
"There it is," Gojo breathed, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "There's my pretty crybaby. Those tears look so good on you." He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was punching against your g-spot with devastating accuracy. "Come on, let me hear you. Let the whole building hear how good I'm fucking this pussy."
"Ohhh god, oh fuck, fuck!” Your vocabulary shattered into nothing but profanity and his name, repeated like a prayer. Your nails tore at the sheets as the pressure built, coiling tighter with every snap of his hips.
"That's it, squeeze me just like that," he commanded, his own breath coming faster now despite his efforts to sound unaffected. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he used your body. "You gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess all over these sheets?"
"Yesyesplease, I'm so close—please let me cum, toru!—"
"Look at you, begging so pretty with tears running down your face." His headlock tightened just a fraction more, his lips brushing your ear. "Go ahead then, baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you love getting fucked into this mattress."
Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing beneath him as you wailed his name into the pillow. Your pussy clamped down on him rhythmically, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you. The tears flowed freely now, mixing with drool on the pillowcase as you completely fell apart.
"Fuuuck, that's good," Gojo grunted, his hips stuttering as your walls strangled him. But he didn't stop—didn't even slow down. He fucked you straight through your orgasm, extending it until you were shaking, oversensitive and overwhelmed. "One more. Give me one more, pretty girl. I know you've got it in you."
"I can't—I can't, it's too much—" But even as you protested, you could feel it building again, impossibly fast, stacking on top of the first orgasm before it even finished.
"Yes you can." His voice was pure sin against your ear. "You're gonna cum again, and then I'm gonna fill this tight little cunt up. That's what you want, isn't it? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?"
Those filthy words pushed you right over the edge again, a second orgasm ripping through you even harder than the first. You screamed—actually screamed—as your vision went white, barely aware of Gojo's groan as he finally buried himself deep and spilled inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, his softening cock still plugging you full of his cum. His arm loosened around your throat, hand coming up to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder. "My pretty little crybaby."
◟ Geto Suguru ໒꒱ .
Cowgirl
Your thighs burned as you bounced on Geto's cock, his thick cock stretching you with every drop of your hips. His dark hair fanned across the pillow beneath him, those sharp eyes watching you with an intensity that made your skin flush even darker.
"That's it," he murmured, big hands gripping your waist to guide your rhythm. "Ride it like you mean it, sweetheart. Show me how badly you need this cock."
"Suguru—nngh—" You planted your palms on his chest for leverage, rolling your hips in a desperate grind that dragged his tip against your g-spot. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and loud in the relative quiet.
His expression shifted, that sweet encouragement hardening into something meaner. "Did I say you could slow down?" His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in as he lifted you up and slammed you back down onto his length. "I said ride. So fucking ride."
"mmf—mmmh! Oh god—" The brutal thrust punched the air from your lungs, and you scrambled to obey, picking up your pace until you were bouncing fast and hard on his dick. Your tits bounced with the movement, catching his attention immediately.
"Look at these," Geto breathed, one hand leaving your hip to palm your breast roughly. "Bouncing right in my face like you're begging for attention." He sat up suddenly, the change in angle making you cry out as he somehow got even deeper. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you see stars.
"Fuckahhh!, Sugu !" Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as he alternated between your breasts, laving his tongue over your sensitive nipples before sucking them into his mouth. All while you kept riding him, your pussy clenching desperately around his thickness.
"Mmm, these pretty tits," he mumbled against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple in a way that made your hips stutter. "Taste so fucking good. Keep moving—don't you dare stop."
You whimpered but obeyed, grinding down on him even as his mouth drove you crazy. The dual stimulation was almost too much, pleasure sparking from your nipples straight to your core where he was buried so deep.
SMACK.
You yelped as his palm connected with your ass, the sharp sting radiating through your flesh and making your pussy clamp down on him involuntarily.
"Did I say you could slow down?" Geto pulled back from your chest just enough to look up at you, dark eyes glittering with something dangerous. "I can feel you getting lazy, sweetheart."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" You picked up the pace again, bouncing harder, faster, your ass jiggling with every impact. Another slap landed on your other cheek, and you moaned shamelessly at the pain-pleasure of it.
"That's better." His voice was sweet again, almost tender, even as his hand came down on your ass a third time. "See? You can be such a good girl when you try." He leaned in, capturing your nipple between his teeth and tugging gently. "Now keep fucking yourself on my cock until you cum. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me."
"Sugu, please, please—" You weren't even sure what you were begging for anymore. More? Mercy? Both? Your thighs screamed with exertion, but you couldn't stop, not with his mouth on your tits and his cock filling you so perfectly and his hands gripping your ass where he'd spanked you raw.
"Please what?" He was mean again, that sharp edge back in his voice. "Use your words or you’re gonna have to use your fingers to cum tonight, baby."
"Please make me cum!" The words tore out of you, desperate and needy. "I need it, I need to cum on your cock, please Suguru, I've been good, I've been riding you so good—"
"Hmm, you have been good." Sweet again, so sweet it gave you whiplash. He pressed a gentle kiss to the swell of your breast even as his hips started thrusting up to meet your downward movements, doubling the intensity. "Okay, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel it."
The combination of his sweet permission and his brutal pace shattered you. You came with a scream, your pussy convulsing around him as you collapsed forward against his chest. He held you through it, still fucking up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking and sobbing against his neck.
"Good girl," he murmured, stroking your hair even as his hips snapped up harder, chasing his own release. "Such a good fucking girl for me."
◟ Kento Nanami ໒꒱ .
Missionary
"There we go," he breathed against your lips, fully seated inside you now. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart. So perfect for me."
"K-Ken—" His name was a prayer on your lips as he pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath you. His pace was controlled, deliberate—each stroke calculated to drag against every sensitive spot inside you.
"That's it." His voice was low, rough with restrained desire. "Let me hear you. You sound so beautiful."
Emboldened by his praise, you stopped trying to muffle your moans. They spilled out freely now—breathy whines and desperate gasps as he fucked you with that maddening precision. "Feels so good, oh god, you feel so good inside me—"
"You feel incredible," he returned, pressing his forehead to yours. "So warm and tight. Like you were made for me." His hips snapped forward harder on the last word, making you cry out. "Were you? Made just for me to fill up?"
"Yes! Yes, Kento, only for you—nghh!"
Something shifted in his eyes at your words. That carefully maintained control cracked, and suddenly his pace turned brutal. He braced himself better, hiking your legs higher around his waist as he started truly fucking you—hard, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall.
"You're doing so well," he groaned, even as he pounded into you without mercy. "Taking everything I give you. Such a good girl. My good girl."
The praise combined with the rough pace had you spiraling fast, pleasure coiling tight in your belly. "Kento, Ken, I'm gonna—I'm so close—"
"I know, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezing me." He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was grinding against your clit while his tip battered your g-spot. "Go ahead. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel."
"Fuckfuckfuck!" You were babbling, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. "I need it, I need to cum, Kento please let me—"
"You have my permission." He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as you shattered beneath him. Your pussy clamped down on his cock rhythmically, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. He fucked you through it, murmuring praise against your lips the entire time.
"Beautiful. So beautiful when you cum. That's my girl. You're doing so well."
Your orgasm seemed to last forever, extended by his words and his relentless pace. When it finally ebbed, you were limp beneath him, oversensitive and trembling. But he wasn't done.
"One more," he said, and it wasn't a request. His pace hadn't slowed at all. "Give me one more, sweetheart. I know you can."
"Kento, I can't—it's too much—" But even as you protested, you could feel the pleasure building again, impossibly fast.
"Yes you can. You're my good girl, remember?" His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you arching off the bed with a wail. "Come on. One more, and then I'll fill you up. You want that, don't you? Want me to cum inside this perfect pussy?"
"Yesss! Oh god, I want it—" The second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, your vision going white as you screamed his name. You felt him groan against your neck, his hips stuttering as he finally let go, spilling deep inside you.
He stayed inside you as you both came down, pressing gentle kisses across your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips.
"You were perfect," he murmured. "Absolutely perfect."
◟ Toji Fushiguro ໒꒱ .
Doggy style
"Look at that," he laughed, and you could hear the smug grin in his voice. "So fucking eager. Bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Waiting for me to come home and wreck this little cunt."
"Toji, please—" You wiggled your hips impatiently, desperate to feel him.
A large hand cracked against your ass, making you yelp. "Did I say you could speak, brat?" His palm smoothed over the stinging flesh almost soothingly before gripping hard. "Fuck, look at this ass. Made for me to ruin."
You bit your lip to keep quiet, even as your pussy clenched around nothing. His hands spread your cheeks apart, exposing you completely to his gaze.
"Dripping wet already. Pathetic." But his voice was thick with want, betraying his own need. You felt the thick head of his cock drag through your folds, gathering your arousal, and whimpered.
"What was that? I thought I told you to stay quiet." His hand fisted in your hair suddenly, yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp. "Or do you want me to give you something to really scream about?"
"Please," you whined, unable to help yourself. "Please fuck me, Toji, I need your cock so bad—"
"Since you asked so nicely." He slammed forward without warning, burying his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust. You did scream then—his cock was huge, stretching you to your limits, filling you so completely you could barely breathe.
"Fuck baby, how are you tight," he groaned, his grip on your hair keeping your back arched painfully as he bottomed out. "Forgot how small this pussy is. Barely fits around me."
"T-too big—" The words came out broken, tears springing to your eyes at the intense stretch. "You're too big, I can't—"
"You can and you will." He pulled back and slammed forward again, setting a punishing pace that had you seeing stars. "This pussy's gonna take every fucking inch whether it likes it or not."
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your desperate moans and his rough grunts. His hand stayed fisted in your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with every thrust.
"Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, "taking it like the desperate little slut you are. Bet you love this, don't you? Love being used like a fucking toy?"
"Yes! Yes, I love it, I love your cock—ohgodohgodohgod—" You were babbling, words spilling out without thought as he rearranged your insides. He was so deep, hitting spots you didn't know existed, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back.
"That's what I thought." His free hand came down on your ass again, the sharp sting making you clench around him. "Cockhungry little whore. Can't even think straight when you're getting fucked, can you?"
"N-no, can't think—only you, only your cock—Fuckkk!" He'd changed his angle, and now every thrust was punching against your cervix, pleasure-pain that had you sobbing into the mattress.
"Gonna cum already? I can feel this slutty pussy squeezing me." His pace somehow got even faster, harder, the bed frame protesting loudly beneath you. "Go ahead then. Cum on my cock like the desperate little thing you are."
"Toji, Toji, ji!" His name was the only thing you could say as your orgasm crashed through you, your entire body seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Your pussy strangled his cock, milking him desperately as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you.
"Fuck yeah, that's it," he growled, fucking you through your orgasm without mercy. "Squeeze that cock. Milk every drop out of me."
He came with a groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your insides with his release. You could feel it—hot and thick, filling you up until it started leaking out around his shaft.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then he pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss.
"Don't move." His voice was still rough, satisfied. "I want to watch my cum drip out of you."
◟ Sukuna Ryomen ໒꒱ .
Mating press
Sukuna's massive form loomed over you, his four arms caging you in against the bed. His cock—god, his cock—was enormous, inhuman in its size, the thick head already pressing against your entrance. You'd never taken anything that big. You weren't sure you could.
"K-kuna—" Your voice trembled, a mix of fear and desperate arousal. "I don't know if it'll fit—"
"It'll fit." His grin was cruel, all sharp teeth and malicious intent. "I'll make it fit." Two of his hands gripped your thighs, folding you nearly in half until your knees were pressed to your shoulders. "And you're going to take every inch like the pathetic little slut you are." He pushed forward, and you moan loudly.
The stretch was unreal—bordering on too much, your pussy struggling to accommodate his monstrous girth. He didn't stop, didn't give you time to adjust, just kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside you. You could see the bulge of him in your stomach, could feel him in your throat, impossibly deep.
"Look at that," he purred, one hand pressing against the bulge. "I can see myself inside you. Your tiny little cunt stuffed full of my cock." He pressed harder, and you wailed. "Can you feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
"Too deep—too much—" Tears streamed down your face, but your pussy was clenching around him desperately, betraying how much your body craved this despite the overwhelming stretch.
"Shut up." He pulled back and slammed forward, punching a scream from your lungs. "You'll take what I give you and be grateful for it."
He started fucking you in earnest then, brutal thrusts that had your entire body jolting with each impact. The mating press position left you completely at his mercy, folded in half and pinned beneath his massive body, unable to do anything but take it.
"This is what you were made for," Sukuna growled, his pace relentless. "A tight little hole for me to fuck. To fill up with my seed until you're dripping with it." His claws dug into your thighs, drawing thin lines of blood that only seemed to excite him more. "You want that, don't you? Want me to knock you up?"
"Yes!" The word tore out of you before you could stop it. "Please, please breed me, fill me up, I need it—"
"Pathetic." But he was grinning, clearly pleased by your desperation. "Begging a king to put a baby in you. What a dumb little slut."
His pace increased impossibly, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your walls, stimulating nerves you didn't know you had.
"Gonna cum—nghh," you gasped, the pressure building rapidly. "Gonna cum on your cock, please let me—"
"Did I say you could cum?" His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "You cum when I tell you to cum. Understood?"
"Please, please, I can't hold it—" You were sobbing now, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Kuna, please, I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" His grin sharpened. "Then beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill this pretty cunt with my seed. Convince me you're worthy of carrying my offspring."
"Please breed me!" The words spilled out desperately. "Please fill me up, I need your cum inside me, I want to be so full of you, please kuna!, I'll be so good, just please let me cum—"
"Good enough." His hand tightened on your throat as his hips pistoned faster. "Cum. Now."
Your orgasm hit like a freight train, your entire body convulsing as you screamed his name. Your pussy clamped down on his massive cock so tight it was almost painful, milking him desperately.
He came with an animalistic roar, burying himself impossibly deep as he flooded your womb with his release. You could feel it—so much cum, filling you up until your stomach actually distended slightly from the sheer volume.
"That's it," he growled, still pumping into you. "Take it all. Every last drop.”
◟ Choso Kamo ໒꒱ .
Spooning
"Is this... is this okay?"
Choso's voice was soft, uncertain, his chest pressed against your back as he held you close. His cock was already inside you, had been for several minutes now while he worked up the courage to actually move. You could feel him trembling slightly, overwhelmed by sensation.
"It's perfect," you assured him, reaching back to thread your fingers through his dark hair. "You can move whenever you're ready."
"I just—" He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me, Choso." You rolled your hips back against him gently, making him gasp. "I promise. I can take it."
"But I'm—" He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I've been told I'm... b-bigger than average. I don't want to—"
You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "Baby, I know. I can feel it." His cock was stretching you deliciously, filling you so completely. "And it feels amazing. Please, Choso. I need you to move."
He made a small, desperate sound against your neck, and finally—finally—his hips pulled back and pushed forward in a tentative thrust.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, the drag of his thick length against your walls sending sparks through your entire body. "Yes, just like that. Keep going."
"You—you like it?" He sounded genuinely surprised, even as his hips started finding a rhythm. "It doesn't hurt?"
"It feels so good," you assured him, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "You feel so good inside me, Choso. So big and thick—"
He whimpered—actually whimpered—at your words, his pace increasing slightly. "I didn't know—no one ever told me—"
"That your cock is fucking perfect?" You clenched around him deliberately, making him moan. "Because it is. Stretching me so good, filling me up just right—"
"Please," he gasped, his arm tightening around your waist. "Please don't say things like that, I'll—I won't be able to—"
"Won't be able to what? Control yourself?" You rolled your hips back harder, fucking yourself on his cock. "Good. I don't want you to control yourself. I want you to use me."
Something snapped in him at your words. His hips started moving faster, harder, that tentative rhythm becoming something more desperate. His teeth found your shoulder, biting down gently as he thrust into you with increasing urgency.
"Is this—am I doing it right?" Even now, even as he was fucking you harder than before, he was seeking reassurance. "Does it feel good?"
"So good, Choso, so fucking good—" You were moaning freely now, the angle of the position letting him hit your g-spot with every thrust. "Harder, please, I can take it—"
He obeyed, his hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the bed creak. "You're so tight," he gasped. "I can barely fit—is that normal? Am I too big?"
"You're perfectahhh!," you assured him, even as your eyes rolled back from the stretch. "Just the right size to ruin me."
"Ruin—?" He sounded scandalized and aroused in equal measure. "I don't want to ruin you, I want to make you feel good—"
"You are, baby, you are—" You reached back to grip his hair, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna cum, Choso. You're gonna make me cum on your big cock."
"Really?" The wonder in his voice was almost heartbreaking. "I can do that?"
"Yes, yes, right there, don't stop—fuck!" The pressure crested and broke, your orgasm washing over you in waves. You cried out his name, your pussy clamping down on him rhythmically.
"Oh—oh god—" Choso's hips stuttered, the sensation of you cumming around him clearly overwhelming. "I'm going to—I can't hold—nghh"
"Inside," you gasped. "Cum inside me, please, I want to feel it—"
He came with a broken moan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you. You could feel his cock pulsing, filling you with warmth. His whole body shook against yours, overwhelmed by pleasure.
"That was..." He trailed off, panting against your neck. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
"We're just getting started," you promised, squeezing around him gently. "
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Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.
Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.
It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.
Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.
You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. He had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.
Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.
"Oh I'm just—"
"I heard whispers from the grapevine that you were looking for someone to take your virginity, is that right?" He cooed at you, taking the opportunity to twirl a lock of your hair in his hand, his other large hand holding onto a can of Pepsi. A small chuckle escaping his lips at the blush spreading across your cheeks when you darted your gaze away. So fucking adorable, he thought.
Frantic eyes darting away, you refused to look at him. It was so embarrassing for him to know. Not to mention, how did he even know?
Amidst the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol in the loud, raging party, all you could focus on was Suguru's piercing gaze on you. The way he licked his bottom lip, his piercing shifting slightly from the movement. "Uhm... how'd you know about that? I didn't tell anyone.." you muttered, seeing as you had only ever told the nerdy guy you sat next to at the anime club on Thursdays, Gojo— oh. oh.
His best friend. Of course Suguru would know, since Satoru wasn't able to keep his mouth shut about a single thing.
"How I know, is not important," Suguru hummed to you before giving some random guy passing by his half drunk Pepsi can, flashing a charming smile before turning his attention back to you. "What is important... is the guy you're choosing, and so far I'm not likin' the looks you're giving Kento."
"Yeah, but I sadly can’t choose Satoru since he's already dating suk—" you were speaking, before cutting yourself off with a frozen look. Suguru's soft lips pressing gently against your forehead.
"I'm not talking about Satoru. I'm talking about me."
...
You don't even know how you ended up here. In Suguru's bedroom. With a naked Suguru, and a naked you.
Your soft cheeks and the tips of your ears felt like they were on fire, the tip of your nose itching from the haze of being in bed with one of the hottest people on campus. Clammy hands, and spread legs as you were overthinking every minuscule detail. Small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips as you wished to keep those embarrassing noises inside.
Suguru grumbled, looking up from between your legs. His hair a mess, his mouth, lips and chin dripping from your slick. "Hey. Eyes on me, and stop hiding your moans..." he trailed off when lowering his head again and suckling on your clit, flicking kitten licks over the sensitive nub, "...you sound so good."
Needy whines and moans escaped your pursed lips, as you arched your back and dug your hands into his hair, "...S-sugu... mm-mh.."
"fuck yeah, moan for me," a muffled groan came out from between your thighs, drowned out by the lewd and loud suckling and slurping. His hands kneading your hips, keeping you close, while your thighs tightened, keeping his head trapped against your leaking, wet pussy. "More.." you moaned out for him, a little embarrassed.
He let out a wet chuckle from between his erotic groans. "Yeah? Want more?"
He slipped a finger inside your tight little hole, making your hips buck up, and you bite down on your bottom lip from the sensation. Curling it to rub up on your gummy walls, he licked around your folds and pussys lips, before doubling down on his licking at your clit.
A second finger soon slipped inside, making you moan in a loud, lewd tone. Your walls were beginning to quiver, a new sensation taking over your body. "w-wait–"
"shh, just let it happen doll.. fuck, just cum on my tongue.."
You drawled out a moan of his name, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, pushing out your tits into the air. Nipples pebbled, and a warm, numbing feeling washing down your waist. Warm liquid trickling down your thighs, as Suguru groaned deeply and eagerly suckled up your cum, fingers digging into the plush of your hips.
He pulled away after about a minute, breathless with your cum dripping down his chin and completely coating the lower half of his face. He wiped it with the back of his hand before a lazy smirk took over his lip.
"Didn't know you were such a slut... cumming all over my tongue like that and moaning my name."
"it's embarrassing... don't talk about it," you muttered in the haze of bliss, heating up your face when Suguru shifted to be on top of you, your thighs spread and wet pussy rubbing against his navel. You could feel his erection, hard and striking brush against your ass when he damn near folded you in half.
"don't talk about it? Are you fucking serious? it's all I can think about right now..." he trailed off, eyes lustfully gazing over the naked you pinned beneath him.
“Do you even realise—” Suguru huffed before grabbing the length of his dick, pre cum dribbling down onto your wet pussy lips. He rubbed the head over your folds, before gently parting your folds to start pushing the thick head of his cock inside your tight, wet hole. “—just how much I’ve wanted you?”
You hiccuped softly, beginning to whine and claw down his back. Bringing him down closer down against you, “h-huh? Whatddya mean..?” You drawled, moaning when the thick head of his sock popped inside your hole. He let out a guttural groan, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “H-hurt… go slow,” you whined softly, feeling the initial pain. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Shh.. shh.. I’ll be gentle, baby just—just f-fuck.. don’t squeeze me like that..”
He started to thrust. He was… surprisingly gentle with his hips, knowing exactly how to touch you and tease you without making you burst into tears from the pain. “F-fuckfuckfuck… you’re gonna make me blow my load on the s-spot..!” He groaned before letting out a small needy whine against your neck.
“You s-seriously never noticed? I literally asked for your number on orientation week..!”
You whined against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you were being fucked dumb, just a floor above one of the loudest parties you’d ever been to. His cock slipping in and out of your walls with ease, the lewd shlicks telling a story between the creaking on the bed. The stretch of having a cock inside you for the first time was… painful, you wouldn’t lie about it.
“W-whennn? I don’t remember—” you whined between moans and whimpers, before hitching your breath when realising what he was talking about.
His purple eyes, big dorky glasses, black silky hair in a messy bun, and pursed lips as he gave you his phone with trembling hands. Talking about wanting to get your number, and about to introduce himself… before feeling his phone quickly given back to him and seeing you run off into the distance.
You blushed at the memory, knowing why you had ran away.
“I— *hic* I was scareddd.. you were the first guy who asked for my number and I got s-scareddd..” you let out a small needy whine, tightening your arms around his neck and scratching, leaving red lines on his muscular, sweaty back. Moans escaping your lips without control.
His thrusts got faster, deeper, as he cooed and shushed you against your ear. His lips pressing kisses all over your neck, before sucking small purple hickeys. The thick head of his cock pressing against your gummy cervix, the squishy head prodding at it insistently.
Before you felt another orgasm wash through you. Moaning, “S-Sugu..” out against his shoulder with a lewd cry.
His thrusts got wetter, his balls now covered in your slick cum, slapping against your ass. His plunging cock slowly slowing down, even if he didn’t get to cum himself yet. A gentle kiss was pressed against your forehead again, before your eyes met his purple ones that seemed so soft under the moonlight that flickered through the blinds of his window. The room smelled of sex and sweat now, but Suguru wasn’t nearly done with your body.
“…you wanna get my number now, doll?”
You nodded to him, hiccuping softly with a pout when you felt emotions wash over you. The hottest guy in your university had asked you out—and you had run away scared when he did.
“And hey—those friends you told me about? Yeah. Not happening. You hang out with me now.”
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. bestfriend's brother!suguru.. pussy inspection?.. oral. f rec.. recording.. FYI severely not edited..
“And I bet you, you won’t have a royal flush by the end of this game,” you challenged Suguru Geto. Your best friend’s older brother by 6 years. The same person you grew up hanging around. And the same person you were currently playing cards with because your fake ass friend went out to run a quick errand.
You weren’t mad, just… flustered? Being left alone with her older brother, who always watches you like a predator waiting any second to pounce on their prey.
He did offer to buy what she needed, but she said no and left.
It’s not like you were scared of him (you were), you grew up around him. It’s just that things are different now. He’s older and bigger, and hotter. And has abs now. Like what?
“And if I end up with that by the end of the game, then?” he said, voice low, in a soothing way.
“Then… You um.. You can get whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” a pause, “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
For some reason, you were starting to feel hot under his piercing gaze. Those heavy eyes of his that undressed you before actions ever could.
“What will you give me?”
“Whatever you want, Suguru,” you groaned, repeating yourself, making him grin. “No take-backs, ok?”
“Why… what do you want?” There was a small chance you might be regretting your words now. What if he makes you do something embarrassing or eat an insect or– or–
“You’ll see,” was all he said before grabbing the first card from the deck, placing it face up on the glass circle table that was centered in front of the dark leather sofa you and he were sharing, sitting on opposite ends.
The game was coming closer to an end, and victory seemed far from reality for you. But Suguru ending with a royal flush was so fucking unlikely that you were relaxed. Even if you lost, Suguru technically wouldn’t win.
Yeah. Or so you thought. Even with the impossible chances, once the game finished, and you accepted your loss, Suguru turned his hand in your direction, being met with what you could only describe as bullshit.
There was no fucking way this man pulled it off. Whether he cheated or didn’t, the chances of getting a Royal Flush are incredibly low. One in a Million type beat. So how?
While you were having an existential crisis, pacing around the living room, Suguru came up behind you, wrapping those large, veiny arms around your midsection, making you jump.
“So about that deal.”
“...what do you want.. And– before you say anything, I’m not eating inse–”
“Let me play with your pussy.”
What?
—
Somehow, your friend was still missing, and some-fucking-how in that time frame of her not being a part of her own household, you have somehow managed to fuck yourself up both physically and mentally and have gotten in bed with your friend’s older brother—in his bed—while he inspects your pussy like it’s a cold case.
“You keep twitching, are you horny?” Geto teases, his warm breath fanning over your exposed cunt.
“N-no, dickhead, I’m just— ohh– fuck!” You choke on your words—saliva—leaving the sentence on a cliffhanger. Suguru’s rough fingers, the backside, ghost over your swollen clit before leaving a harsh flick that has you moaning in pleasure.
“Such a dirty liar and masochist,” The man coos, 2 fingers circling your entrance, all that unused slick sticking to his fingers, trailing them up to your poor abused clit, massaging the little bud between the 2 damp pads, rolling it between them.
You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes tight enough to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this is or fall asleep. But neither happened. Your body is too aware to fall asleep and too awake to be dreaming.
Biting back any noises that threaten to slip out while he teases you like an untouched instrument.
“Sugu–”
“I’m going to record, ok?”
“What!?”
“Relax, I won’t show anyone,” he says calmly, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his grey sweats. You want to fight him, but do you really? As much as you want to run and kick him in the face, he can clearly see you’re enjoying this far more than him.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he grins, your eyes squinting from the bright flash of his phone. Is this fucker really filming with flash on?
Your body has a physical reaction to the thought of him just having a recording of your bare body at his disposal, anytime he needs.
His fingers stretch and play with your cunt, pulling it in all sorts of directions, getting every part of you on camera. He even films your insides as he slowly pushes the 2 fingers he’s been using on you inside. Watching how they fill your needy little hole. Your back arches, fingers tangled in the sheets, pulling harder. Eyes wandering over his perfect face, stray hairs falling over his face, while the rest is messily tied.
“She likes it,” he says, grinning at your reaction to his words. Face twisting in pleasure.
“Record,” he demands, abruptly handing you the phone, not giving any sort of warning before diving in between your parted thighs.
His soft lips come into contact with your soaking wet cunt. Tracing along your clit and down to your hole. Slipping his tongue inside, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands unsteadily holding the camera, having it angled down to his hair while he devours you like a starved man.
“You have the softest and sweetest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven, doll,” the man says with a mouthful, the vibrations reaching your core. His hands gripping and massaging your thighs, matching the rhythm of his tongue that moved like it knew its way around your body.
He licks every corner and bump that sends you higher than the 7 skies. Touching each part that elicits the sluttiest noises out of your mouth and the tightest spasms from your muscles.
His fingers dug into the squishy flesh of your thighs, nose bumping against your clit, leaving your thighs trembling.
“So fucking—mm, good,” he groaned, making you scream his name, a way of informing him that you’re close, already. Might be one of your quickest orgasms.
“Come on, pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done playing with you,” he chuckles at your needy whine at his words, “ok, ok, you can cum, go on.”
Your back arches off the bed, phone slipping from your loose grip, landing somewhere in the sheets.
He keeps sucking and licking and drinking you in like sin. Enjoying every untouched part of you.
Your body shakes as release crashed over you in waves. Suguru slows his roll. Sucking more sensually, flicking your clit with his tongue only when needed. Once he’s pleased with your orgasm and your sudden body jolts, he pulls back.
The dim glow in the room illuminated his slick-covered lips and chin, and that filthy smirk plastered across his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before my sister beats both our asses,” he grins. Helping you up.
“I’m never playing cards with you again.”
“By the way, I cheated.”
“You son of a–”
A/N: im back from my mini something hiatus, also no part 2, leave me alone and i'm working on my longer fics, i swear, no more tiny one shots, i've js been rllyyyyy sick
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ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.
ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.
alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.
alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.
alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.
alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them
alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.
alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.
