#suguru geto

[belimah]

art by nikki

[voxslut3434]

outcast!geto can be very strict with you.

cw: bj

"come on now, you're not even trying."

he had you on his knees before him in the disabled bathroom, his thick, leaky cock in your hands. you had been attempting to fit him in your mouth for five minutes now, but all that fit was his tip.

"i-im sorry. i'm trying, really!" you say, a guilty look on your face. geto had already made you cum twice already with his mouth, and so it felt bad that you couldn't return the favor properly.

geto, however, thinks he'd much prefer this. he looks down at you, subtle smirk on his face as it leans on his hand. he knew that his size would take some time to..... adjust to. he chuckles, reaching a hand down to caress your chin.

"don't worry baby. just give it another go."

you swallow nervously as you pump your hands up and down his dick again, before opening as wide as you can. you close your eyes as you take in as much of him as you can, stopping as you gag. suddenly, you feel his hand on the back of your head. he doesn't push, but rather holds you there.

"thaaat's it, just stay there," he leans his head back, shutting his eyes. "this is nice."

and so you listen. you keep your mouth around him, working your tongue slowly around his thickness. he chuckles again at your movements, looking back down at you.

"you tryna impress me, sweetheart?" you nod, slightly teary eyes looking up at him. he smiles slyly at you, hooded eyes intense.

"can't believe i have a cutie like you wrapped around my cock, all for me."

suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

"excuse me! is anyone in there?"

geto straightens, pushing you further down on his cock as he calls out.

"don't worry, we were just finishing up!"

your eyes widen, and geto laughs as he looks down at you.

"hah, don't worry pretty girl. you were just helping me, weren't you?"

[belimah]

art by nikki

[obeymeworld]

me reading any cult leader!geto fic

[satorusrealm]

one sleepy text accidently lands in Suguru's inbox and now he cant sleep. suguru geto x fem!reader

"I seriously yearn some testosterone in my life rn." You typed with a defeated sigh.

Your thumb hovered over the post button for a moment, but you were too frustrated by the limited social interaction-induced singleness in your life that you clicked on post before thinking.

That was a grave mistake.

What you thought was your anonymous account was actually your private chat to the guy you rarely talked with in your college.

And now, for some reason, Suguru was staring at a text sent by the "I-mind-my-own-business" girl of the class.

He didn't know what it meant. And why did you, of all people, send it to him? You were not friends, not even acquaintances.

A relationship? A hookup? Or something else?

A dose of testosterone?

He shook his head. No, not that. Mostly, or at least maybe.

He ran a hand through his hair, getting up from his bed. Sending a text back to elaborate yourself would feel too formal.

If he was, by any chance, getting a shot with the most headstrong girl of the class, he wouldn't waste it.

A smirk formed on his face as he got up, pulled on a black shirt, and fixed his strands into a man bun before grabbing his bike key and helmet.

Fuck, he thought to himself as the engine came to life and he took all the turns to reach your dorm.

You were already drifting to sleep when you heard a knocking on your door. Irritation formed on your face at the interruption.

Who the hell comes at this hour? you thought to yourself before getting out of bed.

When you opened the door, you thought you were still sleeping and this was some fever dream where Suguru had appeared in front of your door.

And then he cleared his throat.

And you pinched yourself to see if this was real.

You felt pain. Okay, so this was real.

"What are you doing here at this hour, Suguru Geto?"

A smirk formed on his face as he dangled his phone in front of your eyes.

Y/n: I seriously yearn some testosterone in my life rn.

Fuck.

"HOW DARE YOU STALK MY ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT?" you shouted.

Then you looked carefully. It was not your anon account. It was your main one, and that was not a public post, it was a private chat.

Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

"That. Red cheeks look better," he commented.

"Anyway"

The smirk on his face widened, cocky would be a better word to describe it.

"Need some help, madam?" he said, leaning on your doorway.

A/n: I'm sorry guys i was feeling a bit edgy but i dont write smuts atm.

[voxslut3434]

outcast!geto who knows you never should of gotten with bully!gojo in the first place.

he knows exactly how gojo's mind works, exactly what he thinks of you. he dealt with it all as well, not too long ago, leading him to watch how your relationship plays out. he was not surprised when gojo fucked up for the millionth time.

he leaves you be for a couple of days. despite your evident heartbreak, you continue to go to school, keeping strictly to yourself. geto rolls his eyes at the way gojo's friends point and snicker at you, far too immature to consider themselves 'men'. if it were up to geto, these 'men' would no longer be here, but nevertheless.

he finally introduces himself to you on a rainy thursday, approaching where you sit at your desk, packing up your things after the bell rings.

"hey, y/n." he says. his voice is unbelievably soft and gentle, tender in a way you've never heard before.

"oh, hi. geto, right?"

"yes. i, i wanted to apologise to you. i heard what gojo did. i should of warned you about him."

"u-um, yeah, i, i..." you tense up. everytime you are reminded of that night, a sharp pain stabs your heart and your stomach sinks.

"i didn't want to talk about it. i was hoping you would let me take you to dinner sometime?" geto says, his voice ever-calm. he watches with his intense eyes as you stand, pulling your bag over your back.

"l-look, i, i don't think i can do that right now. i-i'm sorry." your voice hitches, tears building in your eyes.

"of course, don't worry about it." geto reaches a hand out to your shoulder, rubbing it warmly. 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you cry."

"i-it's okay. maybe some other time?"

"yes, that would be nice. i'll text you."

"thank you." you attempt one last smile before you step past him, eager to get home.

it's not until you get home that you question how he actually has your number. oh well?

[7stupidnuggets7]

Part 41: Suguru Geto,Mimiko Hasaba and Nanako Hasaba

If you bled, I'll bleed the same

If you're scared, I'm on my way

Did you run away?

Did you run away? I don't need to know

If you ran away

If you ran away, come back home

Just come home

SYML-Where's My Love