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✧˖° 18+ | Suguru being so sweet when you can only handle half his cock

Suguru is so patient with his sweet, shy girlfriend who still can't take all of him even after a few times together.

every single time, without fail, your small hands end up pressed flat against his abs, keeping him from sinking in all the way. and he never pushes it—just watches you with those dark, half-lidded eyes while you're already making such a mess on just half his cock, whimpering and clenching around him like you're trying so hard to be good for him.

"that's it, baby," he murmurs, one big hand covering both of yours on his stomach, holding them there. "take what you can. don't hurt yourself." but his voice is strained, jaw tight, because fuck—you're so wet and tight and he can feel you fluttering around him, and he wants nothing more than to just sink in deep and stay there.

you're babbling apologies, face hot with embarrassment because you can see how much of him is still outside, glistening and dripping with you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, 'm trying—"

"shh, none of that," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, so sweet it makes your chest ache. "you're doing so well, angel. look how good you're taking me already." his thumb finds your clit and you gasp, back arching, and he groans when you clench down hard. "there you go. just like that."

he starts moving in shallow thrusts, just working the half he can fit, and it's already so much—the stretch, the fullness, the way his tip keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. you're soaking him, obscene wet sounds filling the room, and you want to die from how embarrassing it is.

"listen to that," he breathes, eyes dark and focused on where you're connected. "making such a pretty mess on my cock, baby. getting me all wet." his hand slides from your clit to your hip, gripping tight. "think you can take a little more for me? just a little?"

you nod frantically even though you're not sure, because you want to be good for him, want to give him everything. he pushes in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the whole time. your hands scrabble against his abs but he's stronger, holding himself there while you adjust.

"breathe, sweetheart," he coaxes. "that's my girl. so fucking tight for me. you're perfect, you know that?"

and even though you still can't take all of him, even though your hands are still trying to keep him from going too deep, he looks at you like you've given him everything—like you're everything—and somehow that makes the embarrassment worth it.

Diver creds - @pixopix / @junabuggy

── nobody is allowed to touch Suguru’s hair but you !!

Suguru hated when people touch his hair just because they find it beautiful, he doesn’t mind it when people tell him it’s beautiful because he doesn’t have to deal with their fingers. But, the second he sees their hand reach out— he’s already scooting away to avoid them.

However, he stopped when he realized he enjoyed your touch more than everyone else’s. It wasn’t meant to be nice at all, Suguru hasn’t even processed that your hand was tangled in his hair until you accidentally tugged on a few strands to harshly, “Sorry, Sugu. It got stuck in my fingers.”

Usually, he would tell people off for touching his hair without permission, but with you, all he could say was, “Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. You’re fine.”

And the both of you weren’t even official . . . yet.

The second he made it clear that he wanted to be your boyfriend, his head was always on your lap and he (quietly) demands your fingers to massage his head by sighing loudly and dramatically. You never got the clue but just love to play with his hair, all’s well ends well.

Then you started catching up on hairstyling. Watching videos made the urge bigger and you just popped the question, “Can I braid your hair? I don’t want to waste my money on a wig when I got my boyfriend.”

He made a deal, one hairstyle for a scalp massage session. Good deal I’d say.

“Ow.”

“Sorry, baby,” you whisper, tongue poking out in between your lips as your braid his hair, using the hair gel to tone down most of his baby hair, “okay. Look, my first client is going to be a friend who wants to cosplay. What do you think?”

Suguru was surprised that you managed to do all that in an hour. Of course, he had no say in this because when he told you it was great, he automatically became your test victim. Actually, not victim, he became your helping hand. Plus, he got head massages as a return.

You realized how he hates when people touch his hair during a day out. It was supposed to be a calm day for the both of you, a short trip to the ice cream parlor where you both went at the end of your first date. He suggested sitting outside since the weather was really nice.

Half an hour into your sweet treat, a girl came by and complimented his hair. Suguru thanked her with a small smile, but the moment her hand shoots out to touch it— he instinctively grabbed her hand to stop it, “Sorry, please don’t touch my hair,” he mumbled out.

The girl apologized because it was in the heat of moment before leaving. You blinked, “You don’t like people touching your hair?”

“Not really.”

“I should buy a wig then!”

Suguru seemed alarmed by the thought of losing your hand in his hair, he shook his head, “I never said anything about you touching my hair though. I don’t mind if it’s you touching. I just don’t like it when it isn’t you . . .” He spoke shyly.

“Really?”

Suguru nods his hair, “When is the next session? I want my massage.”

⁞ɞ⁞ how they react to you crying — ft. Husband!Sukuna, Husband!Satoru, Husband!Toji & Husband!Suguru

Husband!Sukuna truly didn't know how to handle the situation. He walked in to dote on his wife like usual, and then pretended his heart didn't beat just for her—that was until his eyes had set on you. Tears running down your cheeks as you sobbed, hands scrambling on the floor like you were looking for something.

"Wife." He spoke, tone firm. His first reaction was to emanate a threatening aura and demand you tell him who hurt you, but as you slowly turned to look up at him, his eyes softened. He was by your side in no time, large hands cradling your face as he rubbed your cheeks. "Who shall I see to their end?" he whispered, earning a sob and an upward twitch of your lips.

"Kuna—sniffle—I lost my ring!" you cried out, looking at the floor. "I can't find it anywhere!" Your eyes were full of panic. Sukuna's eyes widened a little—was it all because of a ring? Then again, that was your wedding ring, something he had specifically had made for you. His lips brushed your forehead in an attempt to comfort you, as he gently took your hand in his.

"I see... I must help you find it then. You'll have to stop your crying, though." He mused, pressing soft kisses all over your face, which seemed to calm you down a little. "Do not worry, wife. We'll find it in no time, yes?" he said, giving you a small smile.

Next thing you know, the whole household was on the hunt for your ring. It didn't even take half the day to find it. Once it was back on your hand, you sniffled and smiled, relieved. Sukuna's hand gently patted your head. "Thank you, Kuna," you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His eyes widened a little, hand finding your waist.

"I'll take another thank you." You scoffed at that.

"No free kisses." You stated, wrapping your arms around him. He smirked.

"Guess I'll make sure something else accidentally gets lost then."

Husband!Satoru immediately tried to figure out the issue as soon as he found you crying in your bed. "C'mon baby, what's wrong? Won't you tell me?" he asked, sitting down next to you and brushing his fingers against your cheek.

"I was watching my favorite show—ugh—and my favorite character died! Can you believe that?! It was so unfair!" you exclaimed, like it was the end of the world. Satoru's expression seemed to be of pure unadulterated flabbergast as he stared at you. Well, you'd always been a bit sensitive, his wife. Then, slowly, he produced a paper tissue from his jacket.

"It's okay baby, here, take this." He said, handing you the small tissue to dry your tears. It would have been fine, that was if it hadn't been Satoru. Your eyes set on the soft piece of paper—an image of SpongeBob, with sunglasses, and a text that said "Tough people don't cry." Your crying slowed down a fraction as you stared at the thing in your hands, your eyes trailing towards Satoru.

"What the fuck—" Before you could even process it, he produced another piece of paper. This time, a picture of Patrick the star, with the text "You're beautiful." "Pfft—What the hell, Toru?" you laughed, as he grinned.

"What? I have them for tough situations." He said, as if that were normal. As you dried your tears, he produced yet another paper towel. It had his face on it, and a text that said "I love you." You stared at it, before rubbing your temples. "... You're unbelievable."

He only smirked, kissing your cheek. "You love me for it though."

Husband!Toji just let you cry it out till you were ready to tell him what was wrong. As soon as he got home, finding you sniffling and sobbing on the couch, he simply sat and pulled you onto his lap. It was no use trying to get you to talk when you were still crying. "There we go, let it out, baby," he spoke while rubbing your back. His eyes were set on your face as you refused to speak. So be it, it wasn't like he didn't have all the time in the world.

"C'mon, why's my pretty girl crying?" You sniffled at that, nuzzling his neck as he held you.

"I can't find my charm anywhere..." you whispered, voice cracking. "I was so sure I had left it on the washing machine..." Oops.He had fucked up big time. He had gotten you that charm, but recently he had come home from work and had accidentally dirtied it with blood. No matter how much he washed it, somehow the blood wouldn't come off. He had planned to buy the same exact one so you wouldn't notice, but it appeared he had been way too slow.

"Your charm...huh..." He said, looking the other way guiltily. "S'alright baby, I'll make sure to find it for ya. Think you can hold on till then?" he asked, lips brushing your neck as you nodded slowly.

"Fine... how are you gonna find it?" you arched your eyebrow, to which he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. I've got connections, my pretty wife," he chuckled.

"What do you even need those for in this scenario..." Well, for now, he just had to make sure you weren't crying anymore. He'd blame your cat for stealing and ruining the charm.

Husband!Suguru completely dismissed his "cult duties" as soon as a little bird told him his wife was crying. He was quick to find the room you were in, a soft smile on his lips as he approached you. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Got told my sweet wife was in tears." He crouched down, eyes raving over your figure and settling on the blood dripping from your knee and down your leg.

"Ugh...I just fell..." you mutter, tears streaming down from the pain. Your tone made it sound like you were trying to brush it off, which made Suguru sigh softly. You hissed as his hand brushed your knee, humming.

"Clumsy girl. Let me take a look," he smiled as he inspected the wound. He patched you up quite quickly before kissing the bandaged wound. You still seemed teary as you regarded him with flushed cheeks. "...Do you need your husband to dote on you, perhaps?" he mused, teasing as you promptly turned away.

"As if, I'm no kid." You scoffed, but he had already got you in his arms, lips brushing your cheeks and lips as he laughed.

"Yes, yes. Whatever you say, wife. I guess I'll do this for me then."

꒰brush꒱ bf!suguru helps you through a panic attack ꩜ cw: mental health struggles. hurt/comfort ꩜ requested by @plaguecxlt i hope you enjoy angel <3

"Just focus on me, can you do that?" your boyfriend Suguru asks, tone kind and reassuring despite the fact you feel like a mess right now.

He has never seen you cry like this before.

Crouched on the bathroom floor, holding on to yourself like you’ll fall apart if you don’t.

Just a hopeless, endless stream of tears streaking down your beautiful cheeks; your breath running away from you while you desperately try to catch up.

Suguru rushed in as soon as he heard. Kneeled right next to you on the cold tiles, calling out your name – a sound too far away to reach you right now, but he doesn’t stop trying.

Your hands are shaking, even though he has them safe between his. Squeezing your palms together gently, trying to ground you though all you can feel is how fast your heart is beating inside your chest.

"Baby" he calls again. "Just look at me, please?"

Despite the shame, and everything in you urging you to leave, you do as he asked.

Blink up to see his fox like eyes watching you, taking in the distress in your expression with his brows just a little furrowed – the only sign of worry he lets show in his serene face.

You always think Suguru is so good at keeping his composure, but in reality, your boyfriend is just great at pretending. He doesn't want to add you feeling bad for him to the pile of feelings you were already struggling through.

No, he held steady for you – but it was hard. Because every inch of his heart hurt seeing you hurt.

You shouldn't even know what it was like to hurt like this.

"There you are" Suguru exhales in relief, dragging a thumb under your eye before leaning forwards to kiss the tears away. "You're alright"

He pulls you into a hug then, letting your head fall to the crook of his neck. Almost on instinct you bring your hands around his back, clinging on to him in a way you had never clung to anyone before.

Suguru hums into your embrace, brushing your hair slowly, over and over, so soft and tender and intimate – like when he lets you brush his long strands.

Somehow it means more than words.

But he still speaks too, giving you another thing to hold on to. It's easy to let your head get swallowed by the dark thoughts, he knows that better than anyone.

So he'd rather you focus on his voice instead.

"Can you feel my hand here?" Suguru asks, still brushing your hair as his other hand lowers down to your ankle, rubbing tiny circles.

You nod.

"Good" his hand brushes your skin softly, just a ghost of a touch really, as it slides up your shins to just above your knee. "And here?"

You nod again, sinking into him just a little more.

"You're doing really well" he mutters. His touch moves up again; the outside of your thighs, lingering on your hip, letting the tips of his fingers sink a little more there. "Still with me?"

You nod again. Slowly Suguru helps you back into your body, and suddenly you start feeling more real.

You hate that he knows how to help, and you make a mental note to ask him about his own experiences later.

But right now, Suguru is completely focused on you.

His large palm splays on your lower back, letting you feel the heat of him against your skin. And then he moves up again.

"I got you" he whispers. "Can you try to breathe a little deeper?"

You focus on where his hand is, just above your ribs, inhaling deep as if you're trying to push it away. Smiling when he only holds you closer.

"That's it" he praises, hand moving up your back, stopping to squeeze your tense shlulders, before it meets the other one on your hair.

Suguru cups both your cheeks then, pulling you from him just to have a proper look at you. You're not crying anymore, good. Breathing steadily now too.

Good.

He smiles kindly, tucking your strands behind your ears.

"You don't have to tell me" he kisses the top of your head. "But if you want to, I'll listen"

You feel tears start to fall again, but for a completely different reason this time.

( 18 + ) ⤷ never turn your back on an enemy… unless he’s fucking you from behind

you’d never be able to forgive yourself for this. hell had to have frozen over, because there was no other conceivable explanation for why you were allowing your mortal enemy to do this to you right now. pressed faced down on his bed, your back arched so deep it ached, taking it from behind with only a pathetic whimper muffled by his sheets.

suguru geto ruts into you with a force that can only be described as brutal, slow-brewed from years worth of rivalry and short, bitter exchanges. it’s the sort of merciless venom that has you writhing and whining — because fuck, he’s bigger than you thought — every punishing thrust jolting your whole body forward into the bed.

“fuck,” he grits out, one hand pulling you up and against him by your throat. “is this all it took for you to finally shut up?” he doesn’t bother with calling you pathetic, because you’re a smart girl, and you both know that this is already humiliating enough. you’re a drooling, sobbing mess on his cock, and you can’t even name one thing you hate about him now, not with the way he’s splitting you open and dragging weak moans out of you.

you clench around him when he hits a little too deep, and the sharp, breathless laugh he lets out has you impulsively reaching back to dig into the hardened muscles of his forearms. unfortunately, you figure out too late that the last thing you should do around a masochistic bastard is get out your claws, because it only spurs him on further.

the next thrust that follows is cruel, and you choke on your spit when he repays your earlier actions with a palm that comes down hard upon your ass cheeks. “scratch me up all you want, baby” he groans, voice on the edge of breaking. “mark me up while i fucking ruin you.”

and ruin you, he does. or maybe you ruin each other, because by the time he’s done with you, your hair is a tangled mess and your thighs are drenched in your arousal. meanwhile, the length of suguru’s arms and shoulders are marked by angry red lines from your nails, from where you clawed at him without reservation.

you’ve ruined more than just his skin though — those are simply pretty surface wounds he’ll look at later like a hard-fought trophy. but your claws also seemed to have sunk straight into his heart, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the way those marks looked when the edges start to blur.

just like the ones that exist between loathing you and wanting you.

MDNI!!!

Say my name

When you first met SUGURU he had given you a hard time because you couldn’t quite get the pronunciation of his name right. He loved teasing you about it, lips curling into a smirk. “Say my name, you keep messing up one little syllable” he’d say.

But deep down, it wasn’t about your pronunciation. Not really. You said it just fine, just like everyone else. But he wanted to hear it from you more often than necessary. Wanted to make you say his name, again and again, until it rolled off your tongue effortlessly. Until it became second nature.

Now you say his name confidently.

“Say my name”

“Suguru” you choke out between thrusts.

“Say my name,” he murmurs again, his voice dark with satisfaction.

“Suguru” you gasp, body arching beneath him as he thrusts deeper and deliberate.

A pleased hum vibrates against your skin as his lips trace the curve of your jaw. “There you go,” he coos, his pace never faltering. “Knew you could say it right.”

His hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, grounding you as waves of pleasure roll through your body. You’re barely holding on, barely able to think beyond the way he fills you - owns you in this moment.

“One more time,” he taunts, his voice thick with amusement, with lust. His fingers slip between your legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your clit.

“Come on, pretty girl. Let me hear it.”

Your breath stutters, nails dragging along his back as a broken moan tumbles past your lips. “Suguru”

Your voice falters as pleasure crashes into you, as his name spills from your lips in a cry, just like he wanted. Just like he knew it would.

He groans, burying himself deeper, eyes dark and wild as he watches you unravel beneath him. “That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your lips, his smirk returning. “Knew you’d get it right eventually.”

And with the way he’s ruining you, you’ll never forget it.

angry sex with jealous fwb!geto 🥺🥺

jealous fwb!suguru . visual

“don’t tell me your already tapping out already.”

fwb!suguru who won't admit it but secretly gets jealous when he sees you with another guy. let alone making you laugh and even going as far as letting his hand wrap around your waist—touching what’s not his. He hated every single second of it.

now here you were, trapped underneath his beefy body, lying flat on your stomach. suguru pressing his heavy weight against your arched back, your sweet cries filling up the room with each snap of his sharp hips connecting with your plump ass.

his hips rock against you, and his fat cock drags along your walls as your pussy squeezes around him. “squeezin’ my cock like a damn slut, hah,” he grunts, warm breath fanning against your earlobe.

“sugu— augh, fuck please” your mind going fuzzy, arch deepening. Suguru left a trail of kisses along the side of your neck before pressing a wet kiss onto your cheek. His rough hand grips your jaw, tilting your face back until your eyes locked with his. His purple irises scanning over your pretty tear-stained face.

"tell me.. did he make you like this?" a glint of possessiveness in his eyes with his rosey pink lips formed into a pout. “can he make you this wet? can he make this pretty pussy cream like this?” he watched your teary eyes roll back drool seeping from the side of your mouth. he lightly slapped your cheek, “come on babe, answer me.”

"oh fuck, n-no just you...only you." heavy balls slapping your puffy clit turn you into a babbling mess. His cock twitched as those words slipped past your lips. he watched every face you made, never taking his eyes off you even for a split second.

“yeah? just me baby?” he smirked rolling his hips, slowly grinding against your ass, each deep thirst of his hips making your toes curl.

you node your head, “yess yes yes. . ngh sugu.” you’re trembling—velvety walls fluttering around his cock as your pussy squelches grow louder.

suguru lets out a low moan before spilling his thick load into your pussy. thick globs of cum roll down your thighs into the sheets as he slowly pulls out.

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☆ NSFW (18+) thinking about being painter!suguru's muse ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

painter!suguru who has you sprawled out over the ruffled sheets in your bedroom, wearing nothing but the lingering warmth of where his hands had once been, breath shaky as you found yourself teetering on the edge of what you knew he could help reach the peak of—embarrassingly helpless under the intensity of his gaze.

moments ago he'd had a few slender fingers inside of you, raven stands that were so soft they looked like velvet spilling over his shoulders as he'd slowly worked you up closer and closer to this point, smile soft when he pulled his fingers out and moved to the easel set up in the corner of the room.

"so beautiful.." he murmured as an arm moved in wide loops, charcoal sketching out a shadow of an outline, followed by watercolors that blocked out the light hues of the background; the way the morning's crisp sunlight spilled out over the hardwood floor, reflecting off the glass of water that sat on the nightstand, before finally meeting the round of your shoulders, scattering over the sheets.

in the time it took for the watercolor to dry, his hands met your body again.

a hand moved behind the back of your head to keep you still whilst his tongue pried your lips open, unable to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when you felt his other hand run over your slick clit, small circles making you lean into him slightly, starting to feel desperate for more, disapproving murmur vibrating in his chest.

"need you to stay still pretty girl... i've already blocked out where you're laying." he spoke into your mouth, small trail of saliva still connecting the two of you when he slowly backed away.

he applied the acrylic paint with a small silver spatula, thickness of the medium making it look like you were really alive on the canvas, each curve and dip of your body against the covers captured with the slather of the paint over the charcoal.

he sat back for a moment, eyes flitting between you and the painting, brow slightly furrowed as he tried to analyse what exactly was missing.

he picked up a thinner brush, squeezing out the oil paints you'd gifted him for his birthday onto a clear paint palette—mixing his own set of colors on the edge, creating the perfect match to your skin.

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