#suguru x reader

[sukmai3000]

Need help finding a fic of various jjk men bottoming out for the first time!

This is like my second time needing help finding a smut fic I’m so pathetic

[honigbee]

Raucous laughter it's heard through the whole yard. Unmistakable. It belongs to the Gojo Satoru (the loudest) and company.

You whip your head towards the noise, and he is indeed there with his friends, all of them scattered on the grass. Somebody must've said something hilarious because even the blonde one is smiling.

The sound is so comical and contagious that you have to look away before you start laughing too. You opt to busy yourself with your lunch as you wait for your friend to return from the restroom.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

That voice. Soothing and slightly teasing but not in a mean way. You got to hear it up close while working on a school project with its owner, and you still do on the occasional greetings.

"Geto?"

"Mhm." he eyes the spot next to you on the concrete. "Can I sit?"

You move your friend's belongings closer to you to leave more space for him, even though there's plenty. He takes this as a yes and sits with you comfortably.

"So, you were staring at Satoru again."

"No, I wasn't." The fruit in front of you suddenly becomes very interesting.

"You were, I saw you."

"Everybody was looking. You guys aren't exactly quiet."

"Fair enough. But you were looking harder."

You threaten to throw a grape at him before putting it in your mouth, which earns you a chuckle from him. "Did you just come here to bother me?"

"Partly," he is focused on his group of friends in the distance, "I was thinking of something. How about I set you up on a date with Satoru?"

You gasp like the idea is scandalous, and end up choking a little in the process. Geto rubs a gentle hand on your back until you recover from the coughing fit. "Please, stop thinking."

"I'm just saying. Satoru is my best friend, you are someone who I've come to appreciate. I figure I could do you both a favor."

Your head says no in a painfully slow motion.

"It occurred to me," he continues, "we could try a double date? Would your friend be interested? If not, it's fine, it'd be just you and Satoru."

You blink. "Wait, you like my friend?"

He shrugs. It's not a 'no'.

That's changes everything. A date with Gojo is unthinkable for a number of reasons, you'd never dare to agree to it. However, if there's something in game for Geto and your friend, you can't just selfishly decline.

"I could ask her."

He hums. "Are you sure? It was just a silly suggestion. I wouldn't like any of you being uncomfortable."

"No! I mean, it's a bit surreal but I guess it'll be fun."

There's the pleasant sound of his laugh. "Don't tell her it's a date. I won't tell Satoru either. It feels more natural that way."

"Got it."

He stands on his feet and brushes the dust off his uniform pants. "I'll text you to plan the details."

"Don't you need my number for that?"

"I already have it." He's leaving by now but turns his head just to give you a smile. "It's on our class group chat."

Your friend is back not much later and sits where Geto was a few moments ago.

"What did I miss?"

-

Geto and you decided to go to a place where you could chat and get something to eat. When you and your friend arrive, the boys are already there. Geto calls your name the second he spots you, acting like he is surprised to see you there.

"What a coincidence." He lies.

"You're here for the milkshakes too?" Gojo excitedly points behind him where his sweet treat is being prepared.

"Yes-"

"We should try a weird flavor this time." Your friend tugs at your arm.

"Hey, why don't you sit with us? The more the merrier." Gojo is the one to propose, to Geto's relief. "You think the others would like to come?"

-

Shoko, Nanami and Haibara join you in no time. You all seem to adjust well as the conversation gets interesting. It goes to show that you're not all that different from each other. Your friend takes a sip of her milkshake and lets out a low 'yuck' right after.

"What?" You poke her cheek.

"It's terrible."

You offer her your own milkshake and she gratefully accepts it to get rid of the foul taste. You venture to drink hers, despite her warning. And it's a mistake. Your face twists on your first and last try.

"Too bad?" Geto's question would've got lost in the background banter if he wasn't sitting right across from you.

You nod.

Just like you did with your friend, he pushes his drink towards you. "Wash it down."

On a different occasion you would hesitate but in this case you prefer to make the most of his kindness. One sip immediately makes it better.

"Thank you." You give his drink back, alleviated because the bitterness on your tongue is gone, and because he no longer has to keep his attentive gaze on you.

Geto brings the infamous milkshake close to his nose. His face doesn't contort like yours did, but his eyes narrow.

"I'm getting you a new one."

"Geto!" You slap your hand on top of his the moment you see he's about to stand up, but remove it right away like it burns.

"It's Suguru." He corrects with the faintest of smirks.

"Sorry... Suguru. I... no, thank you, I can buy it myself but I don't need another one, really."

"What if I want to treat you? It's either that or we share mine." He tilts his head. "I don't mind any."

It seems like he means it. You look to your side where your friend is and then back at him. And it clicks. He should've told that to her but he's most likely pretending to pay more attention to you to get her to notice and make her realize she wants that attention for herself or something like that. It makes a little bit of sense. You can help with that, although sharing drinks would be too intimate and that might complicate things for him. The other option it is.

"Cookies and cream." You wink at him now that you understand his plan.

He winks back. "I'll be right back."

-

You mention your friend at any given chance. When somebody talks about sports you brag she was a cheerleader in middle school. When somebody talks about videogames, you brag she always wins first place in mario kart. When somebody talks about Suguru's hair, you brag she's so good with french braids.

"Aw, really? I love braids but mine is too short." Shoko laments, holding a strand of hair between her fingers.

"No, it's totally doable!" Your friend says. "Want me to try?"

"Sure."

"What about you?" Suguru asks you. "Can you do that too?"

"She's taught me a little, but I'm nowhere near her level."

"Sounds like you need practice. My hair is available for that, you just have to promise to be very careful."

"That's the problem," your friend complains, "her braids are too loose because she's too careful."

"Works for me." Suguru assures.

You feel like you're about to stutter out a reply, luckily, Gojo speaks next.

"You guys can be our stylists! For our rock band."

"You have a rock band?" Your friend is as surprised as you.

"No." Everybody answers slightly out of sync.

"It's in the making." Gojo defends.

"Does that mean you all play instruments and such?" Curiosity is evident in your tone.

"I'm going to be the manager," Shoko shrugs, "so I don't have to worry about that."

"Thought you were going to say vocalist for a moment there." Suguru breaths out like he's relieved, while the others struggle to stifle a laugh.

Unimpressed, Shoko sends a fry in Suguru's direction, but Gojo catches it with his mouth before it reaches its target.

"You guys are so mean." You shake your head. "Shoko has a nice speaking voice, I bet she can sing."

"Thank you!"

"Well, the problem isn't her voice..." Haibara rubs his nape.

"It's the lack of skill." Gojo is tactless as expected.

"She'd be skilled as a manager," Nanami advocates for her, "that's what matters."

"Unfortunately they're right, but my passion makes up for the 'lack of skill'" Shoko quotes in a mocking voice.

"You could be a rapper, then." Suguru suggests after being the one starting this mess.

"And you could be the lyricist!" Your friend points at you.

"Oh?" Suguru raises his eyebrows. "Is that your thing? Are you our generation's poet?"

"No at all, I'm just good with rhymes for some reason."

"Well, I am talented poet," Gojo butts in, "so you'll have to send your lyrics to me and see if they get my approval."

"Of course not. I'm sending them to the manager."

"Write the best lines for me, please." Shoko plays along.

The discussion continues. They're trying to decide who plays what. Gojo claims the guitar, Nanami is debating whether they should include a keyboard, Haibara is indecisive. But nobody is talking about an integral part of their imaginary band, so you have to do it yourself.

"What will Suguru do?"

Gojo puts an arm around his best friend's shoulder, "Suguru and I are the visuals."

"I can see it," your friend comments, still fixed on Shoko's hair, "but honestly everyone on this table is pretty good looking."

Disaster arises once more. Shoko is flattered, Haibara blushes, Gojo says they have the face but not the attitude, Nanami argues their personalities are good enough. Meanwhile, Suguru is staring at you, with his chin resting on his palm.

"So? Any instrument you want to play?" You ask him, ignoring whatever is happening with the others.

"Mhm, the recorder."

You snort.

-

The group is even more chaotic in the arcade. All of you show off your abilities in some games and make a fool of yourselves in others. It's all fun, regardless.

You press every button available in a desperate attempt to beat your friend's character on the screen. Sadly, she's faster and soon your character is knocked down on the ground. She celebrates while you sulk.

From your peripheral you see the person you were thinking about.

"Suguru!" You call as you wave your arm.

When he makes it to where you are, you give him your place.

"I believe my friend needs a worthy opponent and I'm not it. You should play together."

"Or I could help you." He offers. "I can tell you how to play."

"That's cheating!" Your friend whines.

He does some quick arm stretches for intimidation purposes, maybe. "Fine, I'll do it, but watch closely." That was directed at you.

The battle starts. At first you were convinced he was going to let your friend win, but he's not going easy on her. She curses here and there, he snickers and says something back. The game ends with Suguru's victory.

"Were you watching?"

"We're not done yet." Your friend gives him a piercing look. "Let's play another round."

He accepts.

You leave in the middle of the rematch. Now it's up to those two to make it work.

-

Suguru's first mission is to find Haibara and give him the two coins he's been saving for him, behind Nanami's back. The second one is to find you.

He's not surprised to see Haibara in the ufo catchers area. What he didn't expect, though, was seeing you there as well, practically hugging the machine his friend is using as you guide him.

"There."

Haibara listens to you and presses the button. The claw moves, it grabs the item he so much wants, it comes closer, you're feeling optimistic, and... it falls before making it to the prize chute.

He sighs disappointed. "So close."

"I'm sorry, that was my last coin. But at least you're getting better at this."

"Thanks-"

"I have two." Suguru is behind you. You didn't even notice when he got here. "Though Nanami won't be happy about it."

Haibara initially refuses, telling Suguru to spend the coins on something else, but eventually gives in and tries again.

Suguru stands on the other side of the machine. Now you're both guiding the youbger boy. This attempt is better than the last one, still, it's not enough. It goes the same way with the next one. However, there's not time to grieve.

"I knew you'd be here." You and Haibara get startled by Nanami's sudden presence. "Thought you wanted to quit your addiction."

"I'm not addicted! I just want to win once, I can't let it beat me."

Nanami frowns at that, but after some thought, he reaches his pocket and hands Haibara a coin. "It's not healthy to get obsessed over these things, they're up to not good, they steal from you. That's why you're getting just one coin from me. If it doesn't work, know that you tried your best and move on."

Haibara nods more determined than ever. He goes for it one last time. His eyes are focused as he maneuvers the claw, the tension is palpable. You notice Nanami clenching his jaw. He's more invested than he would admit.

"Why are you partying without us-"

Nanami turns around to shush Gojo who just arrived with Shoko and your friend.

Haibara blows out some air and presses the button, this is it. The claw descends at an almost flawless angle. It grips the prize like before, it moves, looks like it cannot hold it for much longer. Everybody waits with bated breath. The toy sways up there in the air and then it falls, right into the prize chute. You all erupt in claps and cheers and congratulate Haibara like this is a life changing event.

-

The whole crew heads to the subway station, ready to go home after spending a fun day with little worries.

"You barely talked to Satoru." At some point, Suguru and you end up walking side by side. Perfect opportunity for him to touch on the subject without the others listening.

"I talked to everybody. They're so cool by the way."

"Yes, but I imagined you'd be over the moon with Satoru around, stick by his side the entire day. Maybe you would bat your eyelashes at him..."

You puff out your cheeks to stop you from grinning. "You did not imagine all that. And I could tell you the same thing."

"It's not me who's always stealing glances his way, or getting flustered whenever he's near."

"I don't..."

"You really do. It's because of him, right?Because you like him. Or am I wrong?"

It's the way he phrases it, the way he emphasizes the last question, that finally makes you realize what's going on. He's known the truth all along. And you're so gullible for believing you could hide it from him of all people.

Suguru is just there watching you with that calm expression of his, patiently waiting for your answer.

"Yes." You admit.

"Yes what?"

"You're wrong."

"And why is that?"

"Because..." you waver, "I don't like him, I like you."

Silence settles between you two, but his eyes never leave you.

"I was hoping so."

A frown appears on your face. "That's not fair. You want to date my friend but also want me to like you?"

"You're pretty observant except when it comes to me. I'm a little wounded." It's a lighthearted comment, you can tell by the small curve of his lips.

"You're impossible to read, you know that, right?" You give him a timid push with your elbow. "Tell me, what am I not seeing?"

His gaze is even softer now, it traces every corner of your face, until he speaks again. "That I like you. And I want to date you."

Your chest tightens at that, you feel goosebumps, your body tenses, you get your hopes up against your will. Your brain is plagued with many questions, or none, or one: what was the meaning of today's 'date'? And apparently he knows what's on your mind, because he gives you an easy explanation.

"I thought it'd be easier for you to accept going out if other people were involved."

"...I see." Since the confession is out there, you might as well keep telling him how you feel. "I would've said yes... you know, if you had ask me out."

"Is that so?" He chuckles. It's a sound between contentment and regret. "I wasn't so sure about that. Guess I was nervous."

"Nervous? I'm sorry but that's hard to believe. You always look so composed and confident."

He stops walking and you do the same as soon as you notice.

"Suguru?"

"Would you lend me your hand?"

You don't leave him hanging. You put your hand on his inviting one. He holds it gently as he takes a step forward to close the distance between you. Then he places your hand over his chest and you can feel it: his racing heart.

Your other hand goes to your chest to compare your heartbeats, in the chance that counts as a reliable way of measuring feelings.

Suguru can't help but smile, being aware of your reasoning. "Are we on the same page?"

"Do you... really like me?"

"Very much." He lowers your hand without letting go. The city noise, the voices of your friends, become quiet in your ears. You're too busy staring at each other.

"Let me take out. What do you say? Just us two." His grip on your hand tightens for a brief moment, like he needed to do it to steady himself.

"Okay."

Suguru throws his head back and his shoulders vibrate with a silent laugh. He's thankful you haven't changed your mind about him but your simple 'okay' after all the tension is too humorous at the moment.

"Sorry, I'm nervous too." You confess not being able to hide your own enjoyment.

"No, no, it's perfect. I wanted to hear that."

"On one condition, though."

"Oh?" He can already sense the unseriousness of your request. "Let's hear it."

"Play the recorder for me."

"Would that make you fall helplessly in love with me?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Looks like I have no option. Be ready to listen to the same two songs on repeat."

You both resume your walking, hand in hand. Neither of you are in a rush to catch up with the others.

[chosflower]

•.* surprising roommate!sugu with homemade sweets part one !!

“suguru!” you called out, standing in the frame of his door clutching onto a light pink paper bag that carried homemade sweet treats you’d spent the whole afternoon making.

you peek your head through the half open door. “i-i have something for you.” you say quieter now.

suguru immediately peels his attention away from his book to look right at you. “hm you have something for me?” he murmurs.

his reading glasses really flatter his already gorgeous face.

“yes!” you smile sweetly. he returns the smile “come here”with his index and middle finger he signals you to sit on by him.

you obey and sit right by him on the plush mattress, handing him the bag of sweet treats. “i really hope you like them” he takes his glasses off, setting down on the nightstand

he peels the cute decorative tape off, unraveling the neatly rolled paper. he takes out a miniature strawberry shortcake.

“mm smells good” he says before taking a generous bite.

“you like?” he hums “mmh. very moist” you lean a little closer to his face “you’ve got a little something there…”

he chuckles “get for me yeah?” you nod, and gently press the flat of your thumb on the corner of his mouth wiping the sweet cream off with one swift motion.

“okay you’re good now-“ you’re quickly caught off guard when you feel suguru’s warm mouth on your thumb. you let out a small whimper,

“mm sweet” he groaned. his mouth still on your thumb.

“wh—why did you do t-that.” you stammered over your words, flustered at the gesture.

“can’t let the precious cream you made go to waste am i right? sweetie.” he teases,

“r-right. haha” you laughed nervously. why is he such a tease?

“so, why did you make me all these sweet little desserts?” he asks, popping a macaron into his mouth.

“well….it’s about the other night, i owe you an apology for the way i acted, and you know i’m not the best with words—so i thought, i’d just make you a bunch of treats as an apology!”

the left corner of his mouth twitches “i really appreciate that sweetheart, but for the record you don’t owe me anything, you had a tough day and needed some comfort and i simply provided that. that’s what friends do.”

“yeah but i—“ he cuts in “yeah what? did you think it meant something, are you reading into it?”

suguru’s face was inches away from yours, you could feel his breath on your neck.

his lips touch your ear. “i’m reading into it, was all this to show me you appreciated me or is it because you like me?”

you try to say something but instead it came out like a pathetic whine.

“come on, say something princess”

“it’s b-both, i like you and i appreciate you, s-suguru” you murmured, staring right into his eyes.

he gently places his large palm onto your cheek.

“can i kiss you, baby?” you nod “no, i need you to say it.” he demands

“yes” you don’t even hesitate.

his soft lips press into yours, a deep groan comes from his throat, into you. his hands trail down to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted you?”

© cho’s flower

[evfers]

Here, I wrote this high at the beginning. Depraved sugu smut 🤤 yes that’s my ao3 okaaaaaayayayay

[slugintubb]

Imagine Geto, Shoko and Gojo flirting with reader for fun...

Content warning- no triggers, just the trio flirting with you, college au, fem reader

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Geto sits beside you, manspreading with an arm stretched out over the back of your chair. You, on the other hand looked like you were trying to take up as less space as possible, scooting to the side, almost glued to the wall.

The teacher has taken a leave, and while Geto could leave, he really didn't want to. It's unbearably hot outside, and sitting in the cool classroom was the most logical choice.

Gojo and Shoko were sitting in front of him, talking something about socks, leaving him bored. What is there to do then to tease you a bit, right?

"Did you change up your hair?" He asks, turning his head to you. You look at him and offer a polite smile and nod, masking the hell that broke loose internally. Did the official chocolate boy of campus Geto Suguru care enough about you to notice you, a random student? Is this some dare? Surely he wouldn't... Right?

"Uh yeah- just a last minute- more like impulsive decision" you laugh awkwardly, and he didn't return the gesture, fueling your defensive ramble "it's not- I wasn't trying for anything too ambitious- just a trim- I think it's- it's not-"

"you look cute"

You blink- "oh- th-thanks" another awkward laugh. A beat passes, and his eyes roam around the perimeters of your hair, assessing it. He wasn't sure what to say, and didn't really care about filling the silence either. In all honesty, it didn't really matter much to him, but the way you fumble under his heavy gaze was worth acting like it did.

"You often make... Impulsive decisions?" He asks, in a tone that almost would've sounded condescending if he wasn't so charming.

You open your mouth, ready to launch another long defensive ramble but he takes a strand of your hair, rubbing it between his fingers. That alone had you short circuiting, frozen in your spot as your eyes dart to your side, looking at his fingers.

"Answer me, pretty"

How could you resist that command?

"Yeah- yes."

Gojo and Shoko has turned to see what was going behind them, what their friend was up to. One shared look, and their eyes roving over your timid posture told them all they needed to know.

"Look at her, isn't she so cute?"

He smirks at them. The one that ascertains their assumption- he's up to no good.

Gojo mirrors his grin, looking at him before to you "Yeah I saw her in the morning yesterday, she was glowing. It was like something out of a movie."

Your poor heart. The extremely attractive, unreachable trio, and their attention and affection was on you?

(if only you knew)

Shoko rests her cheek on her palm, the lolipop stick hanging off the side of her. Though she was quiet, even was bored yet amused gaze spoke volumes.

You look at the table, eyes lazer focused on a random indent from years ago. It felt like if you looked up, you would physically combust from the attention.

"She's probably like, every lesbian's fantasy" Shoko muses, tucking some hair behind your ear. Before you could speak, Gojo interjects with- "you mean everyone's fantasy."

The way they chuckled at each other- something shared, something you didn't understand but their attention was too distracting to think about the smaller details.

Geto shifts closer, now actively caressing the back of your head. "So soft" he purrs. "Must be so nice to cuddle with you."

"Bet she'd like that" Shoko replies, and that enough to break your silence spell.

"No!! I mean- I don't- it's not like-"

Gojo puts a finger over your lip, before dragging his tip to your bottom lip, gently poking it. Silencing you without even addressing your little protest of denial.

"Such pretty lips..."

"Gojo- wh-what are you doing?"

"Thinking about your lips" he answers shamelessly, without missing a beat.

"You-!"

Shoko leans closer, and you're convinced she's about to kiss you when-

"nice lashes too. You're like a doll"

You bury your face in your palms, the only safe space available. Letting out a long, embarassed whine. You think they've stopped. They have. The bell rings, signalling the start of the break period and they pick up their bags and leave without any explanation, discussing getting ramen together.

What the hell was that about?

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A/n: crazy writers block sorry guys :P posting this from church lmao

#geto

[fukunagal]

q: what could a cult do to get u to join them

Suguru Geto

[siennayaps]

The concept of Suguru using a fleshlight and you using a dildo while both of you are in the same bed, teasing each other “I wish it was you instead” because you got into an argument and no one wants to break first……

[kozusworld]

Suguru Geto had only ever cried publicly 3 times in his life.

The first time was during your wedding. It was a beautiful day and he had promised himself that he wouldn’t cry, especially in front of all the guests. That would just be embarrassing. But once you start walking down the aisle, Suguru starts to shed a few tears and by the time you reach him at the altar he’s a blubbering mess of tears. He was barely even able to get through his vows because every time he looked at you more tears came pouring down his cheeks.

After that day he swore that he wouldn’t ever cry in public again.

The next time he cries in public is at Mimiko’s wedding. Of course, Mimiko and Nanako were his daughters so it was only right that he would walk them down the aisle, guiding them along the path towards their new life. But he’s been through a few weddings by now, so he was certain that he could handle himself this time around.

He’s standing right before the doors of the venue and Mimiko’s arm is linked with his own and he feels completely fine. In fact, he’s buzzing with excitement. Happy that his beloved Mimiko had found the person that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. However, the moment the piano starts and the doors open, Suguru once again starts bawling his eyes out.

By the time the reception started he was grumbling to himself. embarrassed as he dabbed his teary eyes with tissue paper. He was not going to cry again.

The third and last time he ever cried in public was during Nanako’s wedding.

Suguru had practiced for this one though. He constantly rewatched videos of you and Mimiko walking down the aisle and after the first few repeats, he had stopped shedding tears. He was ready this time.

Nanako’s wedding is much more grand with an overwhelming amount of guests compared to the last two times. So Suguru was truly determined to appear like a well put together father. He’s standing with Nanako outside the venue. The music begins and the doors open and slowly they begin to walk down the aisle together. They’ve made it down to the middle of the aisle and Suguru had yet to shed a single tar, this might just be it. But then Nanako slows down just a little and leans her head on her dad’s shoulder and whispers a quiet, “I love you dad.” and Suguru quite literally burst into tears at that very moment. By the time Nanako is standing in front of the alter, ready to stand with her soon to be husband, Suguru is a sobbing mess of a man and for a few minutes he refused to let Nanako go, earning a few laughs from the guests.

That day, Suguru Geto learned that he was really only ever weak when it came to his girls.