#sub!geto

[thebussyinspector]

You Belong To Me

It's a back and forth between geto, your ex bf, and yourself

omega!ex!geto x domme!alpha!reader, geto is a cult leader and manipulative as hell and a little more feminine, dick sucking (both), you fuck him (female alpha Y/n has a dick), slight angst with comfort at the end

word count: 2.4k

This was supposed to be a goge fanfic but I'm selfish I'm sorry👩🏾‍🦯

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You were hiding.

You were hiding very well. One might even say too well. And you couldn't blame them: Usually, you were the best at hiding. Which is why you were here.

Not in plain sight this time. This time you were hidden very well. And you were sure he wouldn't spot you this time. He was sitting at the front, on the little stage, the mass looking up at him, admiring him. All of them were brainwashed and willing to give him all the money they had. Everything they owned. Mortgages, properties, and their firstborn.

Pathetic.

You'd never fall for his act that hard.

Because he didn't need you to.

You broke up with him when he started to change. When he started exploiting people for his own gains. When he started using their insecurities against them. When he started showing his true colours.

When he was with you, he was a sweet innocent soul. But there was something he kept hidden from you. He was a manipulative asshole. And you couldn't even blame all the people falling for him. He was a pretty omega with the feminine beauty of a goddess; every word he spoke came out in a purr, his movements seductive. Everything an Alpha could dream of.

But he was bat shit crazy.

He smiled at the crowd. That smile held an underlying darkness. His eyes wandered, and suddenly his gaze stilled. Fixated on you, his smile grew wider. He couldn't see you, you made sure of that. There was no way he could.

One thing you hadn't considered is that he could feel you. He knew you too well. He had spent so much time both on top and beneath you to know when you were near. How could he miss your scent? That dark domineering scent he loved inhaling so much. Right now, he was sure you were hiding in the hall, right where his gaze lingered.

What would he do? Would he have his army of followers get you? Would he expose you? No. He looked away again, skimming the crowd.

He did something even worse.

‘’You, third row in the fifth seat,’’ he pointed at a woman who looked similar to you. But by the looks of it, she was an Omega. Was he trying to make you jealous? You watched carefully, jaw clenching as she sprang up excitedly when he reached out his hand, ‘’Come up here.’’

She walked up to him excitedly, sitting in his lap once he patted it, motioning for her to sit on it.

Your blood was boiling. You were fuming. He knew exactly what he was doing. Raising your blood pressure would make your pheromones heavier. You would expose yourself if you stayed hidden. You had to act fast.

But he had you just where he wanted you. When he asked the young woman if he could touch her, you froze. She of course, nodded, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his shoulders as his hand made its way to her waist, grabbing it softly. ‘’Can I kiss you too?’’

She nodded, and he latched onto her neck immediately leaving marks as she let out breathy whines. He bit down on her neck, making her gasp, before running his tongue alongside the mark, trying to ease the pain as he stared right at you.

Or the spot he thought you were hiding in.

Slowly, your pheromones increased, filling the room, and his smile grew wider. The mass of people caught on to it too, looking around, trying to find the source of the pheromones. The vein on your forehead was about to burst. And when he gripped her chin, leaning in to her, he finally got you.

You jump out of your hiding spot pointing a gun at her head, making everyone gasp. ‘’Are you trying to kill me?!’’ You yelled and he feigned innocence.

‘’Oh, Y/n… Who would have thought.’’ He purred, that sly little smile grazing his features.

Immediately, you were tackled to the ground, your gun taken from you as his security tied your hands up behind your back. You were trying to get out of their grip but there were just too many.

He chuckled, motioning for them to take you outside the hall. ‘’Take her to my chamber.’’ He spoke, pulling the girl in again.

‘’If you kiss her I will kill everyone in this building!’’ You screamed as they escorted you out. ‘’You fucking hear me?! Suguru Geto, listen!’’ The door closed, and the last thing you saw was that sly smirk before the door closed fully. You had failed. Again.

They took you to his chamber, setting you down on your knees, holding you in place until he arrived. Telling the guards he had dismissed the crowd for the evening and that he would gather them in the morning, he dismissed the guards as well, leaving just the two of you.

His arms were folded in front of his chest, robe dangling as he looked down at you, cooking an eyebrow. Until he started moving. Strutting towards you, step after step, ready to punish you for embarrassing him yet again.

When he stood right in front of you, with you looking up at him, contemplating what to do with you, he cupped your face, using his thumb to caress your cheeks. You were angry. Your brows were furrowed, your nose scrunched up, your lips pouting.

‘’Open.'' he whispered, thumb prying open your mouth with ease. It's not like you were resisting or anything. You opened your mouth angrily, sucking on his thumb while he laughed, sliding the robe aside, slapping his dick against your cheek. ‘’You look good tied up on your knees for me.’’ He muttered, taking his thumb out of your mouth. ‘’Suck.’’ And you did, pretending you were doing it reluctantly.

Your tongue danced around his tip, making him gasp, his hips bucking even though the real fun hadn't even started. You could tell he needed this. Needed you to make him feel you.Scratch that.

He needed all of you.

You bobbed your head, continuing to look up at him as he threw his head back, the prettiest moans you'd ever hear falling past his lips. His moans were so pretty, his hair falling beautifully to frame his face as one of his hands held onto your head hesitantly, trying to ground himself.

You knew he came fast but his reaction made you think he was pent up. Which he was. Because with one final thrust into your mouth, he came down your throat, slowly pulling it out again.

And then, he ordered you to get on the bed. With your hands still tied behind your back, you do, not before he unties you though. He knows you'd never hurt him. And you wish he were wrong.

You got into the bed, leaning against the headboard as he crawled into the bed, resting right in front of you, telling you that he wants you to fuck him. But you looked away angrily, while your dick was as hard as a brick, dick print massive, pressing through your pants with a wet spot forming at the tip.

So he rested his face on your crotch, making you gasp, before he started rubbing his face against your bulge as your hand came up to his hair. ‘’Come on… Are you really going to make me beg, baby?’’ And that got you.

But you continued playing hard to get. Continued even when he unzipped your pants, and pulled them down, not forgetting your boxers as your dick slapped your stomach. He gave your dick a few pumps before taking it into his mouth, making him wince.

On the other hand, his fingers reached behind, slipping under his robe to stretch himself open, using two fingers at first. He was so wet already, the slick oozing down his legs when he slipped in. ‘’You've got me so wet a-already.’’ He whispered, tongue swirling around the tip, making sure it dragged across your slit every time.

You tried.

You really tried pulling yourself together. But it was too much, too good to try and fight it. When he took your tip into his mouth again, bobbing his head while fingering himself, the hand on your dick stroking the base that didn't fit in his mouth, you threw your head back falling back into the sheets as he was trying to suck the life out of you.

You were choking on your own moans, fingers tangled in the sheets, toes curling, dick twitching as he looked up at you with those pretty eyes. Fuck, those doe eyes that would never give away his true character. His eyes were so deceiving.

He let go of your tip, using his hand to stroke the whole length of it, pressing a few soft kisses to it. ‘’You look like you're about to cum, Y/n.’’ He whispered, batting his eyelashes at you.

And he was definitely right. You could feel your muscles contracting, the knot in your stomach tightening threatening to burst. But then, he pulled away, letting all the built-up pleasure fade away. And you were too tired to complain. Reaching for his nightstand, he grabbed a condom, ripping open the package using his teeth, placing the condom in his mouth and rolling it down your shaft using his mouth. You gasped at the sensation and he chuckled. ‘’I bet you would have enjoyed me forgetting a condom, huh?’’

He straddled your lap, rubbing his butt against your dick, making it throb against him. ‘’Do you want to get me pregnant, Y/n?’’

Oh, you were done for.

Too easy for him.

Then, he grabbed it again, holding it in place, so that he could finally slide down on it. You had forgotten how hot he was, not only from the outside but from the inside.

‘’Can you see yourself in my tummy? My hole feels way better than my hand and my mouth, right?’’ He raised his hips, making them smack back down in a steady rhythm, leaning down and gripping your face. He let out a chuckle before leaning in for a kiss. But you frowned and turned your head away. Now he was confused.

‘’Why won't you let me kiss you?’’ He muttered, trying not to totally lose his mind on your dick.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. ‘’Why don't you kiss that other girl you had in your lap earlier?’’

He laughed when it all started to make sense. Reluctantly sucking him off even though you knew you wanted it as much as him, acting like you didn't want him to suck your dick, going as far as even denying him a kiss. ‘’Oh? Is my Y/n jealous?’’ He couldn't help but laugh at your pouty face.

‘’No!’’ you responded and it was an obvious lie.

When he was done laughing, he leaned down again, this time, pressing a kiss to your nose. ‘’I would never kiss the lips of another,’’ he whispered, staring right at your lips, leaning down slowly. And this time, you let him press his lips against yours.

‘’I only kiss my Y/n on the lips.’’ He whispered between kisses, stopping his movements momentarily. He really wanted to feel you, feel your lips against his. And then, finally, you managed to loosen up, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him in deeper. He giggled against your lips, pulling back as you pressed kisses all over his face and neck. When he cupped your face again, you pressed your lips against his this time. And his body relaxed against yours, fully melting into the kiss.

Suddenly, one hand wandered down to his butt, resting there. The other hand steadied him, holding him in place before you started moving. Thrusting up into him. He gasped, surprised by the movement. You locked him in place as you fastened in pace. He arched his back, head falling into the crook of your neck as he moaned right into your ear, moans falling past his lips deliciously. You were getting to him.

He clung to your shoulders for dear life, biting into your neck to the point you were sure he would draw blood. So you pulled him down harder, slamming him down on your dick, using him like a flashlight.

He was crying now. ‘’W-Wait-Ngh! It's too mu-much!’’

You stopped any sort of movement immediately, noticing him shaking on top of you. He was sobbing into your shoulder and he wouldn't let go. At first, you thought he had a dry orgasm. He was quite sensitive so that could have been the case. But when you noticed he wasn't letting go, you knew something was wrong.

‘’Suguru? Baby-'’ You sat up with him in your arms, arms wrapped around his waist as he was now sitting on top of you, face still buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your neck. You raised him a little, making your dick slide out of him. ‘’Shh, it's okay. I'm here.’’ You whispered, rubbing his back soothingly.

‘’I have been terrified.’’ He sobbed, now finally looking at you. ‘’Terrified that you'd stop loving me for who I truly am,’’ he admitted. ‘’I have gone down the dark path for too long now and I don't think I can come back.’’ His tears were made up of pure guilt and longing. And he was finally tired of pretending.

You wiped his tears away, cupping his soft cheeks as you smiled. ‘’I could never stop loving you, my love.’’ You whispered, kissing his tears away. It was obvious. Obvious to anyone except him. Why would you come here every week, trying to infiltrate his plans? Why would you let yourself get caught? Why didn't you ever run away when he caught you?

The answer was simple.

Love.

It was love.

Because you loved him.

That's why you kept on coming back. That's why you couldn't and wouldn't ever give up on him.You pulled him into another kiss. This one was gentle. Loving. Not like the rough make-out you just had a few minutes ago. You were showing him how much he meant to you. And you released some pheromones to calm him down.

And you two just stayed like that for a while. Holding each other. Kissing each other occasionally. Whispering words of reassurance into his ear. Then, suddenly, he sniffled, wiping his eyes as he looked at you.

‘’You know what's crazy?’’ You shook your head no. ‘’I can't get over you.’’

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his neck. ‘’... Also, I think I left the crowd mic on.’’

Both of you froze.

Suddenly, you could hear commotion from the hallway outside of his room. ‘’Master! Are you crying?!’’

You plumped back into the sheets. ‘’Oh for fucks sake...’’

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Yes, I would have definitely enjoyed not having a condom at hand 🙏🏾

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[chaepink]

thinking about…

naughty, horny boys who have a scent kink. they’re able to get off using one of your dirty shirts or used underwear that you threw in your laundry basket, bringing it to their nose to take a huge sniff as they jerk off to the smell. how dirty.

so imagine you come home early from running errands to find your darling jerking himself off on the bed, one hand fisting his leaky dick that’s spilling pre cum like a faucet and your used underwear in his other. you’re just standing there watching the show as he whimpers and whines and you swear you can hear little begs coming out of his mouth saying how much he wants you home right now.

you watch as his fisting becomes more frantic, signaling to you that he’s close and so you tell him to stop, which snaps him out of his state. it’s funny really, how he turns his head to look at you, the hand on his dick paused and his other hand clutching your underwear tighter.

he doesn’t apologize though, instead he begs for you to touch him. he’s just that desperate and needy right now for your touch. luckily for your darling, you like that about him.

though he is rather loud, so how about you stuff your underwear in his mouth to shut his pretty self up?

gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, itadori, rengoku kyojuro, denji, iida tenya, atsumu miya , bokuto kotaro and your favs!

note: its been a while since I’ve posted one of these

[sakeofluv]

sub character x dom!reader

something about pretty boys and their back arching. the way their spine curves so beautifully when they reach their breaking point, as you stimulate their cock so nicely. touching their skin here and there, making them shiver under the light pressure from your fingers. it’s nothing but at the same time it’s too much, you’re pleasuring them but you’re also edging them, refusing to indulge in their needs.

and their sounds, god their sounds. so highly pitched and so soft compared to their usual voice, whimpers and pants accompanied by little “please please please..” when you pinch their nipples oh so gently. licking and biting their neck, admiring the purple-ish spot on their skin. such an adorable boy, you thought.

[girlywhooooops]

Haunted.

After weeks of cold showers and pent up frustration, Medical Intern Suguru finally gives into his desire— except his Ghost!Roommate isn't going to let him have the moment alone. cw: mdni 🔞, masturbation, edging, praise kink, slight sub!suguru, ghost kink (?)

The apartment was silent when he walked in. Shoulders slumped and jaw tight, he braced himself for something to happen.

Maybe a broken vase or the fridge magnets rearranging themselves into a pentagram. The usual.

But... nothing.

No flickering lights. No static hum in the walls. The chalkboard he'd hung next to the fridge to communicate with his ghostly roommate sat empty. Even the faint scent of lavender that has been haunting his senses like a phantom since he moved into this damned apartment was gone.

Just silence.

Suguru lets out a sigh, long and ragged. He throws his bag and stethoscope somewhere on the couch and drags his feet towards his bedroom.

Clinic duty was hell. Patients spraying their inhalers like perfume, supervisor yelling at him for the third time this week, and long, never-ending shifts. But most of all— he's pent up. Frustrated. Strung so tightly, he feels like he might snap.

His keys, scrubs and whatever dignity he had left drop somewhere between his couch and the bed. He tugs his boxers with the kind of urgency that makes his cock slap against his stomach— angry red and achingly hard after months of cold showers and ignoring your wolf-whistles from the bathroom mirror.

But tonight— tonight, you’re gone.

At least, he thinks you are.

His breath shudders as his thumb brushes the tip, smearing the pre-cum across his sensitive slit. His head falls back with a sigh of relief, hips stuttering up into his palm.

He tries. He really tries. 90s porn magazines that Satoru keeps hidden under his bed. Fleeting exes. Someone— anyone else.

But his cruel brain drags him back to you.

Your voice.

That one time you whispered his name, soft and syrupy when he hadn't slept in two days.

"Suguru."

Fuck.

His hand tightens as his hips jerk up into his palm with urgency.

He doesn't know your name. Doesn't know your face. Heck he doesn't even know whether you are actually a ghost or if you're a hallucination caused by sleep depravation.

But he remembers the coffee filter going missing and your feathery soft voice as you scolded him,

"At this rate, you'll die before me."

He remembers the chill down his spine and the sent of lavender curling around his throat like a damn leash every time he showers.

The feeling of being watched.

Always. Intimately. Unapologetically.

And your voice— soft, amused like you already knew how badly he wanted it. Taunting him.

How pathetic he was for wanting it from you.

"F-Fuck, you'd love this. Wouldn't you?" he pants, knuckles white as his fist pumps harder. Desperate. Chasing the ghost of your voice like it might grant him salvation. "You'd laugh— probably haunt me forever,"

"Aww you started without me?"

The chill hits his spine like a curse as it snaps straight. The moan dies in his throat. His mind, the sane part, screams at him to cover up. Have some shame. But his cock hardens as if commanded.

Suguru jerks, eyes flying open as the temperature in the room dips several degrees. A breath of cold brushes against his damp hairline, and from somewhere near the dresser, he swears he hears the faintest giggle.

"Fuck you." he snarls, cheeks flushed and hips still rutting into his hand because his self-control died somewhere between hour-thirty and three skipped meals.

"You're so cute when you're needy, Sugu."

Your voice is right by his ear now. Gentle and warm despite the nickname causing goosebumps to crawl all over his skin.

"You're gonna float around and mock me, or actually do something for once?" He growls, raw and ragged. "I swear to god—"

"Poor thing. You're really worked up, huh?"

He shudders when your phantom fingers trail down his abdomen. Barely-there touches that don't quite exist but his cock doesn't care as it twitches in his hand. Eager and aching.

He chokes out a curse.

"Keep it up. I wanna see what your face looks like when you fall apart."

"F-Fuck. Shit. Shit—" His strokes are erratic now, desperate. As he gets close, he feels it: the ghost of your touch, the breath on his neck, your voice curling around his ear like silk dipped in arsenic.

"Not yet."

His entire body jerks to a halt.

"Be good."

He whines— actually whines. A broken sound ripped out from his throat as his cock pulses angrily in his grip.

His legs tremble. His back arches. He’s so close, dizzy with the need to come, and you—your voice—keeps dragging him back with nothing but a command.

"Wait for me."

He nearly sobs.

The pressure in his gut is unbearable. His spine is tingling. His balls are tight, aching. His cock twitches violently in his hand, begging for release.

"Please," He rasps, voice hoarse. "Please. I need— Fuck. I need it."

"Look at you,"

You coo, syrupy sweet voice laced with mock sympathy.

"So messy.. so eager."

Featherlight fingers skim his inner thigh, just enough to make him gasp.

Another hand— colder than his own settles over his. Guiding his strokes. Slow. Teasing. Too slow. His hips jerk upwards into his hand in desperate need of friction. More heat. More you.

"Be good."

You whisper in his ear, voice is sharp.

He bites down on his lip, hard, as he tries to obey. Eyes squeezed shut, sweat dripping down his temple, and mind fracturing under the weight of it all.

He doesn't know what's worse— the fact that his body listens to your voice or the fact that he wants to. He wants to please a ghost. A whisper. A static touch that sends a jolt down his spine.

He wants to be good. Wants to earn it.

"You've been so patient, haven't you? Just a little longer."

His hips stutter, throat catching on a moan so loud it borders on a sob. He’s falling apart, ruined by a ghost.

Then—

"That's it. Now."

And when he finally breaks, hips jerking up into his own hand, ropes of cum splashing over his stomach and chest, and his entire body seizing from the force of it. His mouth hangs open in a silent gasp and the sound of your voice that guides him back to sanity.

The air hums— warm and electric as he catches his breath and something featherlight brushes against his temple. Not quite physical, but very real.

"Good boy."

Suguru exhales, boneless and trembling, heart racing like he just ran a code blue.

His hand lifts instinctively, reaching toward where your voice just was—but there’s nothing. No warmth. No breath. Just the buzz of the fridge and the sweat dripping down his chest.

And somewhere near the kitchen, the magnets rearrange themselves once more.

H-A-U-N-T-E-D.

He lets out a soft, breathless laugh.

“Yeah,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his flushed face. “No shit.”

an: this is my first time attempting smut :] this is sort of like a sneak-peek preview thing for this series I’m working on. let me know how you like it <3

Dividers: @cafekitsune

[sugurufic]

Ride Me, Pretty Please!

(Geto x F!Reader)

Summary: You dom Geto for the first time and he loses his mind

Warnings: smut, unprotected piv (use protection irl), riding, sub!geto, dom!reader, teasing (i love me domming a usually dom man)

Word Count: 1.6k of filth

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“I didn’t realise you were so sensitive like this,” you grin, body hot from the high sitting on your boyfriend’s pretty face has brought you. Geto had pleaded, begged even, for you to sit on his face, promising to do anything for you in return. And you took up that offer - choosing to dom him after, something he never lets you do.

And now you are straddling him, hands on his chest scratching his flushed skin and flicking his sensitive nipples as you hover over him, teasing his achingly hard cock with a brush of your cunt. “Is this why you never -”

“Shut - aanh - up!” he says, gasping when you rub your slick walls over his cock, squeezing around nothing to tease him.

“So you don’t want me to ride you, okay then,” you taunt, getting away from him. Geto’s large hands grab your hips and pull you back down and you’re sitting on his stomach, his dark happy trail scruffing against your slick cunt. 

“No-o! Don’t go,” your boyfriend pants, his face turning redder by the moment.

“You’re forgetting your manners, Sugu,” you coo with a strict face.

“Don’t go, please,” He says, his already fucked out face tempting you. Has he gotten his fucked out just by me sitting on his face? His messy hair only adds to his charm, tied up to keep it away from being pulled by your knees on either side of his head.

“Aw, I don’t know, ” you pull his hair out of the messy bun, playing with it as you pretend to think. “You hadn’t been the most welcoming of this.”

“You promise-” You flick his nipple, and his words turn into a quiet gasp. You love the sound of his voice, especially now that he is so needy. You wonder if he knew you’d like this too much, which is why he wasn’t letting you top him - until now. “My love, please,”

“Do you really want it that bad, baby?” you tease. “I can’t hear you clearly.”

“Please, please, please,” he pleads, a pout on his face and pretty eyes staring right up at you. “My love, please.”

“Please what, Suguru?” you say, seeing why Suguru enjoys topping you so much. It’s so hot to see him begging you to give him relief, to see him looked fucked out because of you - it’s turning you on even more than you already were. Hearing him beg for you to sit on his face had been great, but this was better.

“Please ride me, my love,” he begs, a crease forming between his usually relaxed brows. He looks so beautiful like this - hair messy and flushed face looking fucked out - his nose, and chin glisten from your slick, lips swollen from how he had been making out with your cunt. “Please, use me for you pleasure,”

“Aw, do you really want me so bad?” You tease, and he nods furiously with the adorable pout on his face. Was he afraid of how much he’d enjoy this?

You finally put his suffering to an end, taking his cock and pushing it into your wet cunt, gasping at the full feeling even just the tip of his pretty cock brought. Even with your orgasm not so long ago, you have to be slow in sinking down, giving yourself time to adjust to his size. You force your eyes to stay open, watching how Suguru’s pretty face looks with his mouth hung open in a silent oh and eyes squeezed shut in bliss. The rise and fall of his chest is temptation incarnate - you pinch his nipple in one hand and nibble on the other, and the moan you receive in response is one that you will never forget.

You’re still for a while, and the flushed Suguru finally opens his pretty eyes to look at you, sitting prettily on his cock, a feline grin on your face. You lean down, breasts brushing against his chest as you plant kisses on his neck and jaw, nipping here and there. “Aww, you pretty baby,” you coo, enjoying teasing him. His grip on your hips tighten - you wonder how long he will hold himself back from all of your teasing. You grind your hips in a back and forth motion, and his groan goes right from your ear to your cunt, clenching around him deliciously.

“Stop teasing me,” he whimpers, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, poor baby,” you tease, “Is it not fun to be teased?”

He pouts, whimpering again when you clench around him, slick and pre gathering at the base of his cock. His pretty eyes fly between your eyes and your cunt swallowing him whole, unable to decide where to look at. Suguru looks so cute - you can’t help but kiss him, a kiss which he fervently returns. You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at it just the way he likes it. With your other hand, you move his hands to your ass, loving the way he plays with your flesh.

Suguru lets out a sound - downright a growl as you give him the freedom to knead your ass, and he does - he plays with it so good you almost let up your control.

“Mo-oove, please,” he pleads, neck and face a lovely shade of red. 

“Pretty please?,” you tease, 

“Pretty please, my love,” he relents, giving you puppy eyes that you didn’t know he was capable of. The sight of it is so beautiful you involuntarily give in, and start finding your pace on top of him. Your head falls back once you find the right pace and rhythm, feeling his mushroom tip hit against your sweet spot just the right way, still sensitive from your previous high. It’s mind numbing, but you force yourself to look down at your boyfriend, giving him your best sultry eyes.

He’s lost in his own world, gasping and whimpering at your pace, which bullies his cock just right, your weight on him as you use him to your pleasure, the way your delicious body moves against him, the wet squelch coming from where the two of you were connected, it’s all too much, and the only thing holding him back is the flesh of your ass in his big hands.

His brain short circuits when you move your hands to this throat from his chest, squeezing his neck just enough to make breathing a little difficult, the way your cunt presses against his pubic bone, swallowing him whole - it’s electrifying, setting his nerves on fire, and he can’t help but plead, “please, please, please” he don’t know what he is pleading for, but you do - and when your movement quickens, and your left hand leaves his neck to play with your tits.

He knew it would be too much for him, too much for him to see you lose your mind while riding him, using him as nothing but a means of your pleasure. It’s dizzying, but he forces his eyes to stay open, to drink in the sight of you, but all that does is make the knot in his stomach tighten. You’re like a goddess of the heavens blessing a mere earthling like him with your magnificent body. The pace of your hips stutters a bit and you clench around him - both his dick and the hand on his neck squeezing it tighter.

“I’m close,” he whimpers, the knot in his stomach threatening to snap.

“Cum baby, come for me,” you look down at him, hair messy, lips bitten raw and red, eyes ready to combust him on the spot.

As if on cue, the knot in his stomach snaps, and he releases inside of your snug walls, your slick and his cum slipping out as you don’t relent on your pace, continuing to use him to chase your second high. He nearly curls onto himself as the overstimulation kicks in, your walls gripping his sensitive cock like a vice and your hands on his chest, playing with his very sensitive nipples.

You continue the sweet torture through his pleas and gasps, not stopping till you reach your own second high, walls getting impossibly tighter around his cock, his whimpers push you over the edge, and you have no thoughts in your head save for calls of his name. You back arches, pushing your clit just right against his pubic bone, you cry out his name as you slow down the motion of your hips, thoroughly exhausted and ready to drop.

“You did so good for me, baby,” you force yourself to remain sitting, gently cradling a twitching Suguru’s head in your hand. You run your hands through his silky hair and kiss him on the forehead, waiting for his overstimulation to die down before getting off him.

You drop next to him on the bed, and he is quick to pull you into his embrace, still sounding out of breath as he says, “I think you killed me a little, pretty girl.”

You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose, and he returns the affection, kissing all over your face and barely letting you speak. “And I am unable to feel my legs,”

“I’ll clean you up in a bit,” he promises, snuggling closer to you, nose buried in your neck. “You know what, we should do this more often,”

“Of course,” you say, giggling. “You were the one who was so adamantly  against it, not me!”

“And you’ve taught me my lesson, pretty girl,” he relents, purring in your ear. “I’d let you use me anytime,”

“Stop saying things like that, I’m enjoying this way too much,” you giggle, caressing his back. Both your hair is a mess, but you are too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You’ll worry about your sweaty hair later.

“Love you so much, pretty girl,” his smooth voice whispers. “You’re so perfect,”

“Love you too, baby,” you whisper to him, already feeling the embrace of sleep.

A/N: Second time writing smut, and ofc its for my babygirl mother of two daughters

[ysaefinn]

Heyy I'm the dolling Suguru up anon lol np about the ask being deleted it happens to the best us 😭 i'm just crazy about this man

GUYS!!!!!! WE FOUND THEM!!!!!!!! (They reached out) WE FOUND THEM!!!!!!!

Anon....you are revolutionary 😭😭

Sitting on his lap while doing his makeup, his hands on either one of your hips, your eyebrows are knitted in concentration and it just further arouses him and you can feel his bulge against the curve of your ass, you learn that gentleness won't take you far with Suguru, he likes when you're firm, when you're assertive, maybe that's why he hasn't moved an inch since you gripped his hair, apple's adam bobbing, his breath hitches whenever your grip tightens, and yet he doesn't complain, how odd.

Cockwarming, hair pulling ,sub! suguru

OR!!!!

He's lying down on his back while you straddle him, your hands concentrated on painting his lips, when a warm hand slides down your shirt to gently squeeze your side, you get a smug smirk in exchange for the glare you shot him. He's testing your limits, that won't do, will it? Maybe sitting on dick for a few hours until you finish working on him will get him to be still enough? No harm in trying.

OR!!

He looks absolutely stunning in that dress, but he's uncountable breathtaking without it. Rip it off, why don't you? unwrap him like a gift, ruin him the way he oh so desires, he's yours to corrupt, he's very proud to claim.

[13-ontheshore-26]

15. semi-public

kinktober 15. geto x reader

"After all, who could blame you? One look at his tall figure, uniform hanging from his lean body, loping through the halls and you needed to have him, here, now."

ꨄ︎MINORS DNIꨄ︎

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✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ CW: sub!geto suguru, dom!reader, AFAB language used for reader's anatomy but no pronouns used, semi-public (classroom), oral sex (fem!receiving), coming untouched, coming in pants.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ a/n: writing this was like being in a trance fueled by candy and my pure obsession with suguru. literally #needthat. anyway, enjoy thissssss and suguru is a munch it is my own canon.

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"Mm-mph," the sound, short and muffled, echoes of the walls of the abandoned classroom.

Okay, it's definitely not abandoned and you're definitely doing this on some poor first-year's desk, but for all intents and purposes, it's abandoned now. At the perfect time too: right when you decided to pull your brooding boyfriend from his friends and into here.

Said boyfriend is knelt between your legs where you're perched on the edge of a student's desk. Suguru's dark hair is swept back in a loose bun, pale skin flushed red as he looks between your legs.

Poor thing, you can practically see him drooling.

"What was that?" You cup a hand around your ear, mocking. "Speak up honey, can't quite hear you." You grin down at Suguru, who looks up at you pitifully, moans muffled by the hand clapped over his mouth. His other hand grips your thigh, bared where your skirt is hitched around your hips.

Suguru moans again and your smile grows wider.

"Y'know, you're going to have to get rid of that hand at some point. Otherwise," you pout and spread your legs, pleased at how Suguru's eyes widen, "you're going to miss your meal."

Suguru's eyes flutter closed and he goes lax where he sits, allowing you to wrap one leg around his shoulders, using it to pull him closer to where heat radiates from your center.

He opens his eyes, eyes latched onto where your panties are soaked, fabric clinging and nearly transparent.

Leaning in, he drops his hand to the desk, balancing himself as he presses his nose into your clothed clit. He inhales the scent of you greedily, mouth dropping open and mouthing vaguely at your pussy over your underwear.

Suguru flicks his eyes up to yours, and he says, mouthing the words against you and making you shiver, "But...what if they hear?" His eyes flick pointedly to the closed classroom door. On the other side of it, you can hear Satoru and Shoko thumping down the hall, done with training but still wandering the school's empty halls.

You lean down, tracing Suguru's cheek with one hand.

"Suguru...they probably already know exactly why we're in here."

Scratch that, they definitely know why you're in here. Gojo had wolf-whistled as you pulled Suguru away and Shoko had rolled her eyes, miming a gag as you stuck out your tongue and tugged your boyfriend away.

After all, who could blame you? One look at his tall figure, uniform hanging from his lean body, loping through the halls and you needed to have him, here, now.

Suguru blushes beneath you, a funny picture against his position, pressed nose-first to your pussy, hands gripping your thigh and the desk below you.

"Anyway baby, the longer you take, the more suspicious they'd get," you tease, hand now cupped around the back of his head, pulling him incrementally closer.

"So," you inch forward, pressing his mouth further into you, making you arch back with a sigh:

"You better get started."

Suguru sighs, rolling his eyes, and you almost reprimand him, opening your mouth. But it shuts immediately the the way he brings his hand from the desk to your panties, pulling them to side and revealing your glistening pussy. The fabric clings to you and Suguru moans, transfixed by the way your juices drip down your lips.

He marvels for a minute as his hand squeezes against your thigh. You dig your heel into his back, rousing him. The feel of his hot breath where you're most sensitive is a tease, whether he means it or not.

Suguru groans at the feeling and takes the incentive to push into your pussy, tongue immediately laving over your folds, making you tilt back as a low moan leaves you.

Suguru immediately glances up at you, eyes wide and alarmed, but he keeps his mouth on you. He laps at your leaking pussy, drinking down your juices as his nose brushes against your sensitive clit, making you squirm in your seat on the desk.

"Hah, Suguru, so," you pause, trying to muffle the groan that leaves you as he licks into your hole, eyes rolling back as he eats you out like a starved man. "So...so good baby, so, mmm, so good for me."

He whines into you at that and you feel his whole body jolt. You look down and a gasp leaves you at the sight in front of you.

Your boyfriend, red and buried between your legs, is grinding into nothing, pushing his hips into the air in a desperate attempt to get friction, any friction, against his clothed cock.

You raise your hand, digging your nails into the base of his bun and tugging sharply.

"Aah, a-hh, baby, please, please, please," Suguru mumbles into your pussy, nuzzling into you, inadvertently dragging himself away from your hole and up to your clit.

Your breath hitches and you tug harder at him, wrapping your free leg around him too so he's pulled flush against you. He gets the hint and pushes forward, swiping his tongue across your clit. You rock your hips into his mouth, crying out as he groans into you before suctioning his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.

"Oh baby, Suguru, doing so perfect, making me feel so good honey, so good." You're babbling at this point, any pretense of composure left behind now.

Your thighs tighten around him and you feel him trying to move in your grip, hips still rocking into nothing.

The sight, combined with the way he tightens his mouth around your clit before using his tongue to swipe at the wetness seeping from your hole, means the heat in your belly is rising steadily. You bite back a moan, instead grabbing at his hair with both hands and making it fall loose from its tie, using it to push and pull him where you need him.

Suguru closes his eyes, whimpering at the way you're now riding his face, hips grinding on his mouth ruthlessly and slicking his chin in your juices. His hips jerk up once, twice, before his breath hitches, then cracks on a moan, too loud to be muffled by your pussy no matter how hard you pull him in.

You hear something drop outside, followed by twin gasps.

You could probably place it as Gojo's cell, if you weren't so distracted by the way Suguru's eyes widen, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment, but it's too late.

His mouth is already widening into another moan as you tighten around his tongue, on the cusp of orgasm, and the feeling, combined with the way his hard cock is stretching against the fabric of his pants and your nails digging into his scalp as you yank at his hair, is what sends your pretty boyfriend over the edge.

He moans, pitched high and almost whining, and jolts his hips up one last time. His cock squirts inside his pants, covering his cock and the fabric in his come.

The sight of the spreading stain on his pants is what drags you to over the edge, stomach tightening and hips shoving into Suguru's mouth as you come over his mouth and chin.

His eyes, half-opened and blissed out, flutter at the feeling of you dripping over his face, the taste of you on his tongue. Suguru works through the haze of his orgasm, whimpering from overstimulation as his hips continuing jerking into the air, to guide you through your orgasm. He lets you ride it out against his panting mouth,

"Thank you, thank you, so pretty baby, thank you for the meal," he mumbles into your pussy, licking over it sloppily as the aftershocks fade from your body.

You laugh breathlessly and gently card your hands through his loose hair. You use it to pull him up to your level, gleefully taking in his flushed, sweating face, the outline of his not-quite-soft cock against the wet spot in his trousers. He blushes as he sees where your eyes have drifted and inches his hands forward to cover himself.

You tut and bring one hand down to swat at him.

"Nuh-uh Suguru. Let me see you baby, let me see the mess you made." You continue your soft touch against his hair, but your smirk is anything but comforting.

He groans. "[Name]-"

Suguru cuts himself off on a gasp as he feels your hand squeeze against his softened cock. You grin at him.

"So wet, Suguru. All this just for me?" Suguru whines at your words, bucking into your touch once before a knock on the door startles the two of you out of your positions. He jolts back, hands covering him again, as Shoko's voice breaks through the silence.

"So, are you guys done yet? Gojo's hungry and he's getting pissy."

You can hear the eyeroll through her words and laugh quietly, calling back, "Yeah, yeah, we'll be out in a sec. Just had to talk about...training."

Suguru winces at your poor excuse, but you can't help the giggle that leaves you Shoko's scoff, hearing it through the door.

"Some training," you hear her mutter before Gojo cuts in, throwing his body against the door in his dramatics.

"Gu-uys, come onnnnn. Time is money and money is food. Get your dick put away Suguru and come out to eat with us and [Name]."

Suguru groans and drags one hand down his face.

All you can do is chuckle, calling out, "Satoru, quiet," before wrapping your hand in your boyfriend's hair and pulling him close.

"How are we going to tell them you already ate, hm, Suguru?" You pull him into a warm kiss before he can answer, but you can hear the groan he lets out against your lips at your joke.

The way he smiles against your lips though?

You might have to ditch Satoru and Shoko -- you already have the thing you're craving right here.

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[kazuyorulvr]

[TAGS; Shibari, foot stepping, impact play(once), Sub!geto x Fem reader]

Part2 of ##

+lwk inspired by this fanart by @ermine_foster on twt

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Tugging the rope through your hands as if testing his patience before you’d even touched him with it. Geto’s cock twitched against the damp fabric of his boxers, a soft whimper breaking past his bitten lip when you glanced at the obvious strain.

“Strip,” you ordered flatly.

He scrambled to obey, the bratty smile he wore earlier trembling at the edges as his clothes hit the floor. He tried to cover himself—instinct maybe, but your sharp look had him dropping his hands to his sides, cock flushed and leaking, the head twitching in little jerks like it missed your attention.

You circled him like a predator before shoving him back against the mattress. His wrists were first, bound together above his head until the rope bit into his skin, then the line wound across his chest, down to his thighs, locking him open for you. Each knot tightened with your practiced pull, and each tug drew a hiss from his throat, half pain, half lust.

Stepping back to admire the way the rope carved his body into something helpless and gorgeous. “Couldn’t even wait for me to come home.”

“I—” he started, voice raspy, but cut himself off with a whine when you pressed your bare foot against his cock. His back arched hard, hands straining against the rope.

“You what?” you asked, grinding slowly, the ball of your foot pressing down against his flushed head until his precum slicked your skin.

“Wanted you-ah wanted you so bad,” he gasped, hips rocking helplessly against the light weight of your step.

“You wanted to disobey,” you corrected, pressing harder, watching him squirm as his cock throbbed under your foot. “You wanted to see how far I’d go when I found out. Didn’t you, slut?”

His head fell back, hair sticking to his sweat-slick skin. “Y-Yes. Wanted you mad…wanted you to–ahh fuck”

You dragged your foot away, leaving him twitching,the ropes creaking under his sudden pull. He looked wrecked already, chest heaving, lips parted like he could taste you just from the denial.

You climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, guiding your hand down to grip his cock—slick, hard, already wet enough that your palm slipped easily. You stroked him only once before slapping the head, watching his stomach jolt with the sharp noise.

“You don’t get to come until I decide,” you warned, voice low. “If you try, I’ll leave you like this all night.”

His hips stuttered under you, the ropes digging deeper into his thighs with his needy little jerks. “I’ll be good just fuck me, I can’t—”

You lined him up, not giving him more warning than that. The second your wet heat sank down around him, he cried out, the sound so beautiful, filling the room with a desperate edge. You took him all at once, stretching around him, grinding down until your clit rubbed against his pelvis. His eyes rolled back, ropes groaning as he tried to thrust up into you, but his binds kept him pinned.

Every roll of your hips had him panting, begging, his cock straining inside you like it could tear through the ropes if only he could move. You rode him slow, punishing, your nails raking down his chest as you leaned close to his ear.

“You wanted me mad? Here I am,” you growled, tightening your thighs around him as you slammed down harder. His moan broke into a choked sob, his body trembling beneath you.

“Ah, please, let me—fuck—let me come,” he gasped, tears gathering at the corners of his lashes, sweat dripping down his temple.

You slapped his cheek sharply, bouncing harder as his cry hit a higher pitch, the ropes straining as he begged to move.

“Beg louder,” you demanded, bouncing harder, the wet slap of your bodies filling the room.

“Please, please, please need it so bad, need you [name], I’ll do anything—just let me come inside you, please”