"Ah- you'll hurt your eyes, baby, let me handle it"

You're just about to start dicing your onion when Suguru comes up from behind you –fully enveloping you in his warmth– and gently rests his palm on the back of your clenched hand before prying the knife away.

"And this" He runs one long finger along the edge of the blade, from heel to tip "is too sharp for you"

..That damn tone.

Suguru only speaks to you this way when he's about to succumb to the voices, the ones that tell him to scoop you up to hold you in his palm forever, to lock you inside his rib cage and keep you warm, to hold you in his arms and never loosen his grip. You know your faith is set when he begins to rub his cheek against yours, a mother lioness and her little cub.

Smothering.

You have reason to believe that Suguru seriously considers baby proofing the house in its entirety.

"Suguru..." Your disappointed expression only gives him more fuel and now he's audibly cooing at you. How precious, the tiny baby kitten in his palm, pouting so sweetly, how do you have the nerve to go around being so adorable and still act all inconvenienced and fed up when he finally gets his hands on you?

Suguru doesn't think it adds up, so he takes things into his own hands.

"I'll handle the rest, you should take a rest, baby"

He'll handle the rest? Seriously??

"Suguru, I haven't even started anything yet" you whine, and he runs a hand through your hair before pulling you against his chest.

Bastard, he knows what he's doing.

Your world shifted the day Suguru learned that his chest can also double as a tranquilizer.

Like a moth to a flame, ice in a fernace, you melt into him, every single time without fail.

Your tense figure immediately relaxes, the rumbling laughter that runs through his chest feels like a declaration of victory. You know that you have once again lost.

"There you go.." comes an almost taunting coo "isn't this so much better? I like you best this way" And it really, really is, it feels amazing, it feels wonderful being fussed over this much, cared for like this, coddled like a fragile little thing.

"I got here just in time. What if you got hurt, hm? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if my baby was harmed when I could have been there to stop it" the whispering voice of a siren, how you managed to stand your ground this long is a mystery to you, Suguru is a force to be reckoned with.

So you put up with it, and let him have his fun, let him play the role of the sweet doting overprotective husband, because like this, everyone wins and everyone is happy, he gets to care for you, you get to be cared for, perfect.

Aren't you both just a match made in heaven?

‧₊˚ ┊ 18+ mdni!! — satoru and suguru are so bad at sharing that they have to eat you out at the same time ꒰ ◞ ◟ 𓏼 ྀི꒱ 🩰

you weren’t exactly sure when it started, the strange way they’d been acting around you. the lingering touches and the sultry gazes. like they were barely able to hold themselves back from destroying you. it was hard to tell whether or not you liked it, it would be weird to feel that way…right?

one thing was for sure though, the relationship you had with your roommates wasn’t exactly common.

they loved to kiss you on the neck, to steal your lacy panties as a joke, and just adored having you in their lap from time to time. sometimes they’d fight over you. tugging you around like you were their little doll. it was as if you blinked and suddenly you found yourself trapped in an erotic, and extremely abnormal friendship with the two of them. if you could even call it friendship.

it wasn’t long before you were finally laid bare before them. your cunt sopping wet and exposed to the cold air of your small apartment. all because they hated the idea of passing you back and forth. each one wanted you for himself, and this seemed to be the only solution.

you shifted on the couch, subconsciously bringing your pussy closer to their pretty faces. you watched as satoru traced gentle patterns into the skin of your inner thigh; he bit it, teasing you, loving the way you jolted.

suguru, seemingly inspired by his friend, did the same. biting at your inner thighs and toying with your patience, which was growing thinner by the minute. he smiled up at you, and you couldn’t take their teasing for much longer.

“please, just do something already…” you practically whined, and suguru laughed at your pure desperation. his fingers were careful as they delicately rubbed along your opening, sticky and oh so sweet. you dug your fingers into the soft fabric of the couch.

suguru leaned forward, breathing you in.

“smells so fucking good.” he sighed, eyes already filled with pleasure and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

satoru smiled, his hands getting dangerously close to where you wanted them. “bet she tastes good too.”

“please! i can’t keep waiting…i need it…” you were begging, drunk off of the fantasies that ran wild in your mind. how would their mouths feel on you? would they tease you? maybe they’d try to make you cum as fast as possible.

whatever they had planned, you wanted to be the one to feel it.

“what do you need, pretty?” suguru whispered, placing the smallest of kisses on your clit, already throbbing in anticipation.

you jerked your hips without meaning to, chasing the feeling.

“i need your lips on me…i need it so fucking bad.” you whined, pathetic and covered in sweat. you couldn’t take their teasing much longer.

satoru grinned at you quivering figure, leaning in so that he too could smell you. “you’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

with that, they decided not to waste time anymore, practically throwing themselves at your pussy.

their mouths were hot and wet against you, sloppy as they tried to push each other out the way. satoru’s hand was steadily gripping your thigh, nails digging into the skin as he whispered “perfect” over and over again.

suguru kept is hand on your hip, using his lips to lightly suck on your puffy clit, hypersensitive and swollen. he laughed lowly every time you whined, each sound you made going straight to the heavy cock twitching in his pants.

“keep your eyes on us.” satoru’s voice was muffled yet demanding just as you were starting to lean your head back; his pretty fingers slipped inside of you, curling so softly, teasing with the way they slowed down and sped up spontaneously.

suguru’s lips and tongue were relentless against your bud. he spat on it, lapped up your slick and his saliva like it was a scared delicacy, worshiped your very being with his wet tongue. smiling as he watched you struggle to stay focused.

it was hard to keep your eyes open, the pleasure making it difficult to do anything but squirm. yet it was impossible to look away from the sight in front of you. satoru and suguru’s pretty faces buried deep in your gorgeous pussy, their tongues swiping over every inch of you, gliding against each other. suguru never looked away from you, and satoru seemed so lost in your perfection. his eyes were closed and his brows were quirked. he looked lost, dazed, practically euphoric.

“tastes so fucking good sweets. doesn’t she taste good sugu?”

suguru nodded, desperate. “pussy tastes perfect, better than we imagined.”

you looked down a little further, gasping once you saw that both of their pretty dicks had been pulled out. both of them rubbing over their sensitive tips while they devoured you. you hadn’t even noticed satoru slip his hand off of your thigh to get himself off.

but before you could say anything, satoru spoke up.

“hey…let me suck on her clit a little bit.”

suguru shook his head. “no, i wanna keep going.”

gojo whined, growing just as desperate as you. “y-you’ve been, oh fuck, up there this whole time.”

he scoffed. “….fine.”

they shifted a bit, adjusting themselves accordingly so that satoru could wrap his soft lips around your clit this time, and suguru could gently tongue fuck your fluttering cunt. it was starting to become a bit too much, your head was swirling and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to last with the two men consuming you.

you arched your back, pushing yourself deeper into them.

“nngh fuck- i’m close, so fucking close.” you whimpered, shuddering into their mouths with trembling hands and legs. you knew they could feel it, the way your clit throbbed in satoru’s mouth, the way your pussy clenched around suguru’s tongue.

your hands grabbed fistfuls of their hair, pulling them as close as possible, smothering them into you.

“go on, pretty. cum for us. be a good girl and do it.” suguru moaned into you, his voice muffled. something about his sweet praises were driving you over the edge.

you were cumming before you even realized what was happening. your body was covered in sweat and tears were pooling out your eyes. broken sobs left you, chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high.

but they wouldn’t let you. they weren’t done.

both of them still kept their mouths on you, they didn’t let up. you felt suguru fuck you deeper with his tongue, satoru sucked harder on your clit, moaning into your hot cunt. everything was sensitive and you couldn’t handle it. not anymore.

“please oh my god! i can’t- i can’t it’s too much!” tears burned in the back of your eyes, threatening to spill over once again. and yet the two of them didn’t stop, you could see the hint of a smile on their faces, enjoying your cries of overstimulation.

“oh fuck, mmngh i’m- i’m gonna cum again!” you whimpered.

“then do it. cum as many times as you need to. we aren’t going anywhere.” satoru whispered as suguru nodded, never once breaking eye contact with your fucked out face.

it was going to be a long night.

a/n 🪽: i’m in a mood rn. don’t talk to me unless you wanna get cracked (lowk thinking abt doing smth similar w tojikuna but we’ll see)

₊˚⊹ 𖨂 t.list: @nishinoya-senpaai @evil-with-weevil @cupidstrace @gradeonefreak

© written by isa

Gojo Satoru trying to win you back after a nasty breakup by sending you flowers, signing them off as G.S. and the first person your dumbass thought about was Geto Suguru

Now Gojo finds himself sitting front row at his best friends wedding, with you at the altar, holding a bouquet that looks remarkably similar to the one he sent you years ago, watching you get married to someone who isn’t him

─── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ! broken links will not be replaced

midnight’s boring until your phone starts buzzing against the nightstand. the screen lights up with his name — suguru — and for a second you just stare, thumb hovering, heart doing that stupid little flip it always does when it’s him—whether it’s a text, or a post—it’s always the same.

you swipe to answer.

his face fills the screen almost immediately. dim lighting, that familiar wolfcut messy like he’s been running a hand through it, snake bites catching the light glow of his phone. he’s shirtless, tattoos crawling over his chest and shoulders and neck, nipple piercings catching the light every time he shifts and the phone angles low enoughx his eyes soften the second they land on you.

“hey,” he says, voice low and a little rough, like he’s been awake for a while. “didn’t wake you, did i?”

you shake your head, sitting up against the headboard. “no. couldn’t sleep.”

“mm.” his mouth curves, soft. “me neither.” a pause. he tilts his head, studying you. “how was your day?”

you tell him. nothing special — work, errands, the usual. he listens like he always does, asking little questions that make it feel like he actually cares—and maybe he does. then you ask him the same, and he shrugs one shoulder, talking about the gym and some late work and how he’s been restless for a few hours now.

the conversation drifts easy for a while. comfortable. the kind that only happens when you’ve already shared too many late-night texts and filthy exchanges.

then his expression shifts. something needier settles behind his eyes.

“i’ve been thinking about you,” he says suddenly, voice quieter. “a lot. more than i should, probably.” he lets out a soft breath, glancing away for a second before meeting your gaze through the screen again. “kept wanting to call earlier. kept telling myself to wait. but…” his tongue presses briefly against his cheek, then flicks out to tug at his lip piercing. “i’ve been hard for a while now. and you’re the only one who can help me with that lately.

the words were honest. no teasing edge yet — just that calm and lustfully intense way he has of saying exactly what he means.

you swallow. “yeah?”

“yeah,” he chuckles roughly, but it’s soft somehow. “you gonna help me, pretty girl?”

your pulse kicks up. you nod, and something hungry flickers across his face.

“good,” he murmurs. “show me you.” he shifts, angling the phone so you can see more of him — the way his abs tighten when he breathes, the dark trail of tattoos disappearing under the waistband of his sweats. “take your shirt off for me. slow.”

you do. his gaze tracks every movement, heavy and focused.

“fuck,” he breathes when your bra comes off next. “look at you. still the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen on this screen.” his free hand drifts down, palming himself over the fabric. “been thinking about those tits all day. the way they look when you play with them for me.”

he pushes his sweats down without ceremony. his cock springs free — thick, flushed, the metal of his tip piercing glinting under the low light. he wraps a tattooed hand around it and gives a slow stroke, eyes never leaving yours on the screen.

“touch yourself,” he orders softly. “fingers on your clit first. i wanna watch you get wet for me.”

you flip the camera and slide your hand between your legs. the second your fingers press against your clit he groans, low and deep.

“there it is,” he mutters. “spread your legs wider. let me see that pretty pussy.” when you do, his grip tightens around his cock. “fuck… look at how wet you already are. all for me, huh?”

he strokes himself in time with your fingers, slow and deliberate. the wet sound of his hand moving over his cock fills the previous quiet between you.

“two fingers,” he says. “push them in. nice and deep. i wanna hear how wet you sound.”

you obey, sinking your fingers into yourself with a soft moan. his eyes flutter half-shut for a second.

“god, that sound…” he strokes harder, thumb brushing over his piercing, spreading precum all over his tip. “tell me how it feels. tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“you,” you manage, voice already shaky. “your cock. the way it’d stretch me. i want to fuck you so bad.”

“yeah?” his smile is dark, pleased. “you’d take it so well, wouldn’t you? let me bury every inch in that tight little cunt until you can’t think straight.” he pumps his fist faster, hips shifting. “i’d fuck you slow at first. make you feel it. every inch. then i’d make you forget your own name.”

your fingers curl, searching for that spot that makes your thighs tremble. he notices immediately.

“found it?” he asks through a light chuckle, voice rougher now. “rub it, baby. don’t stop. i wanna watch you cum for me.”

the wet sounds of your fingers and his hand fill the call. his breathing gets heavier, chest rising and falling faster. sweat starts to gleam along his collarbones, catching on his piercings.

“you look so fucking good like this,” he groans. “legs spread, fingers buried in your pussy. wish i could taste you right now. wish i could shove my tongue inside you and feel you clench around it.”

your hips rock against your hand. the pressure builds fast, heat coiling tight in your stomach at the hand of his words alone.

“suguru—”

“that’s it,” he encourages, voice dropping lower and trailing into a soft groan. “say my name while you fuck yourself. let me hear it.”

you do. again and again, moaning it as your fingers work faster. his strokes turn almost punishing, the wet shlick of his hand loud and filthy.

“gonna cum for me?” he asks, eyes locked on where your fingers disappear into yourself. “gonna make a mess of those pretty fingers while i stroke this cock thinking about burying it inside you?”

“yes—fuck, yes—”

“then do it,” he orders, soft but firm. “cum for me. let me see it.”

the orgasm hits hard. your back arches, a broken moan spilling out as you clench around your fingers, thighs shaking. he watches every second of it, stroking himself through it, lips parted, eyes laced with lust. lust directed at you and you alone. no one else makes him ache the way you do.

the second your high starts to ease he groans your name, hand flying over his cock. “fuck—look at you. so fucking pretty. so perfect.” a few more rough strokes and he’s cumming hard, thick ropes spilling over his tattooed fist and abs, a low, guttural sound tearing from his throat. his piercing glints through the mess as he milks every last drop.

for a moment the only sound is both of you trying to catch your breath.

he lets out a rough chuckle, followed by a pleased sigh as he slumps back on the bed. “shit, that felt good.” he looks at the camera again, chest still heaving, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his mouth. “stay,” he murmurs. “don’t hang up yet.” his voice is softer now. “i still wanna look at you for a while.”

you settle back against the pillows, phone held in your hand just over your head, he just watches you with a look that’s almost fond — like the distance doesn’t matter as much when he can still see your face. or maybe you’re just sleep deprived and seeing things.

“you’re something else,” he says eventually, almost to himself. “you know that?”

THE ‘GETO PROBLEM’

FRAT!GOJO X READER , FRAT SWEETHEART!SHOKO X READER , FRAT!GETO X READER

SUMMARY shoko and gojo, your package deal friends with benefits, are not jealous of their best friend suguru geto. they’re not jealous when you start only studying with suguru, they’re not jealous when you ask to include suguru in your fucks, and they’re super not jealous when you’re basically acting like a couple with eachother.

partial smau parts !

WARNINGS angsty :(((, heavy jealousy (my favorite tag incase you couldn’t tell), satoru’s like REALLY REALLY jealous, fwb!satoru + suguru + shoko, lowk yearner satoru, minor vomit,

WORD COUNT 3.2k

there WILL be a fluffy, resolution pt. 2 in the future

How many of your recent stories included Suguru? Satoru wasn’t even sure. But by god he was upset. He felt utterly sick to his stomach seeing your most recent one. One from just barely 15 minutes ago.

Your ‘fav’? He thought he was supposed to be your favorite? Your favorite frat brother, your favorite boy, your favorite everything. He was going to cry. He was going to cry in frustration over a stupid Instagram post you probably paid no mind posting. Maybe that’s the part that hurts. You don’t even know how goddam wrecked he is seeing all your posts with the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Right now, he’s not sure he is.

His thumb apprehensively taps to open the comments, expecting maybe just your friends or an addition to the already sickening caption. It’s worse. It’s Suguru. It’s Suguru replying with a simple black heart that Satoru just knows he uses to act nonchalant. Probably to lure you in even further with those stupid hypnotic eyes he has. Maybe he’s concluding to hypnosis because he doesn’t even want to think about how you might actually like Suguru.

He’s laid out on his bed, spread eagle as he tosses his phone to his nightstand. On any other night, Suguru should be back at the house in minutes. But apparently you bypass the woman-stealer’s routine bedtime. He stops his imagination at what you two might be doing now.

He contemplates texting you—or Suguru. If he texted Suguru, it’d probably just be a string of angry messages, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at you. Okay, maybe a little bit since you’re just throwing around the ‘favorite’ (what you should be calling only him) title to any guy. But he still wants to hold you, kiss you, and annoy you like always. Right now, he just wants to kill Suguru.

If a soft knock on the door hadn’t interrupted his thoughts, he’d probably be brainstorming murder plans. The door opens before he can even say ‘come in.’

He doesn’t look to see who it is. He’s not even sure if he can move his body with the lack of motivation he has streaming through it.

“You’re pathetic.” Shoko’s voice mocks. She strolls in further, clicking the door shut and finding her way around the scattered clothes on the floor.

She’s in one of your shirts. A shirt you wore a couple of months ago to a party his frat threw, one where you scribbled on a simple white lie. He remembers staring at it on your figure for the first time and flusteredly biting his lip at the text. ‘I HATE Satoru Gojo’. He recalls blushing and hiding his face when he realized you thought the exact opposite. He was already missing when he was your favorite boy— why did Shoko have to go and make it 10x worse?

“C’mon. We’re both upset about Geto and her but we still have to get shit ready for tomorrow.”

He stares at her sideways, pouting. He misses when could pout at you and make you fold instantly.

“There are plenty of my brothers here already. Fuck off.” He smears out. Shoko rolls her amber eyes at him, hands on her hips. He doesn’t need Shoko to taunt him and claim it’s just whatever that his own best friend is fucking his girl. It’s what everyone slightly related to greek life calls you anyway (not even minding the fact you’re not dating). It’s always been ‘Gojo’s girl’. If he ever hears the words ‘Geto’s girl’ to refer to you, he think he’ll burn the whole campus down. He was fine with sharing you, but this is not stealing. This is highway robbery and he wants you back.

He’s unpacking drink bottles for tomorrow—after Shoko had to bribe him with candy like a child—when the front door opens. You and that traitorous bastard Suguru step into the foyer. If those grubby hands were around you, he might’ve smashed those bottles of Jack so thank god they weren’t. But he was still with you. Bringing you back, parading you around like you were his girlfriend.

“Damn girl. Haven’t seen you since Gojo was the one being you back.” Toji calls out, folding the beer pong table open and closed to check its stability. He knows that stupid comment was just to tick him off but fuck it worked. Especially with that stupid, lopsided smirk he shoots Satoru. He grumbles, grins tightening around the neck of a bottle.

“Hi, Toji.” You joke, patting your manicured hand lightly against his chest as you walk past. Your eyes set on Satoru, who’s currently trying to ignore you and Suguru. His eyes betray him and land on you and your chuckling face. You slink one arm around his neck and lean in, smiling into his shoulder while you hug.

“Missed you, Toru.” Did you really? Or were you too busy with Suguru fucking canoodling in cafes and restaurants? He wants to think you’re telling the truth. He inhales deeply against your neck, soaking up your perfume since he last saw you—what, two weeks ago? Ever since you’ve abandoned him and Shoko for Suguru. “Better be a rager tomorrow.” You whisper sweetly before pulling back.

He finally brings himself to look at traitor boy his best friend. Suguru greets him first.

“Hey, Satoru.” He says, calmly. Like Satoru has no reason to be upset or anything. He just nods at him. And then you follow Suguru up to his room, smile imbedded on your face the whole time.

Fuck you Suguru Geto and whatever love magic you have going on with his girl.

Look, all Satoru has to do tonight is find you before Suguru does. Then he can steal you back, kiss and hug you, maybe even get you to say you only want him, not Suguru. Maybe he could make Suguru watch— his thoughts are interrupted.

“Where’s your girl?” Toji ask, coming up next to him and staring at Satoru. Satoru was mindlessly biting his lip while watching the doorway vehemently, waiting for you to walk straight through it. “You two still good or is she all Geto’s now?” For the first time, Satoru doesn’t even think Toji’s trying to piss him off. He says it so neutrally like he’s genuinely curious— like he’s not supposed to know that you’re Satoru’s and will be till the end of time.

He snaps.

“She’s not Suguru’s, okay? Just because he thinks he can stroll in and take her doesn’t mean he fucking will!” He snarls at Toji. His blue eyes filled with rage. He fights the urge to stomp away at the mention of you being Suguru’s. He nearly gags at the thought.

Toji stays silent beside him, biting at the scar on his lip awkwardly. He brings his hand, with a cup he stole from the beer pong table, pointing out his index finger and gesturing to the door.

“Well your girl’s here if you didn’t notice.”

His head snaps so fucking fast. He brings his head to the direction of the door, eyes scattering to scan the people ridden room.

He spots you. You look like some fucking angel sent from above. Your dress looks gorgeous on you and he wishes he could say he was the one who bought it. He’s frozen in place for a moment, right before Toji pats his back and pushes him forward to get him moving. He looks back at Toji, then to you again, wandering about the floor, probably looking for someone you know. You’ve got that furrow in your eyebrows he loves.

He hurries, pushing past and through people to get to you. He nearly knocks a woman over carelessly as he shoves through the crowd and speed walking across the floor. You turn into the kitchen and his eyes narrow to make sure he doesn’t loose sight of you for too long. He continues his fast steps, ignoring half the crowd asking if he wants a grossly bitter drink as he follows you.

He finally catches up to you when people block the both of you’s path, stationary in the middle of the kitchen.

He grabs at your wrist, turning you around to stare at your face. You have a look of shock before your face falters to a calm expression, probably not realizing it was Satoru at first.

“Satoru!” You say, barely intelligible with the bass blaring from speakers just feet away. But more importantly, you’re smiling. He counts that as a win in his book. He can’t help but smile. You stare down at his collar, he looks down, confused. “New chain?” You ask.

You point to the gold slinked around his neck, casually resting along his collarbone.

“Uhh.. Yeah.” He says, awkward and nervously. His fingers knead along your wrist out of habit.

You nod, still smiling up at him cutely through those eyelashes. He swears it’s like those corny romcoms where time freezes. He continues gazing down at those perfect eyes and curves of yours while inconspicuously trying to pull you closer to him. The colored lights beam past his eyes, and for once he doesn’t shy away at the sight; he stays staring at you, particularly your soft set of lips. He mulls it over before deciding to go for it. He leans down to try and kiss you, trying to complete the stereotypical romcom sequence, when you snap your head around, looking for something.

Your lips form a pout while he stops mid lean.

“Any idea where Sugu is?”

He throws up the singular beer he had right infront of your heels. He wipes away the forming tears before they can drop infront of you too.

The moment you walk through the door he drags you onto his bed with his long ass arms. He grabs your waist and practically heaves you onto the mattress. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, staring at his broad shoulders looming above you, climbing up onto the bed infront of you.

He dives into your neck, pressing wet, sloppy kisses from your collarbone to below your ear lobe.

“Satoru!” You hiss out, still giggling through your words. He continues kissing you, even leading them up to your awaiting lips and devouring the plump flesh. He’s drooling he’s enjoying this so much. He’s acting like a military husband seeing his wife after 5 years and he knows it. Because to him, 5 years is what it feels like. He had to watch stupid Suguru have you for weeks, be on your mind constantly, and bring you home after he yakked in front of you.

His large hands clamp down on your hips and pin you down into the mattress, fighting your squirming. You muffledly say something unintelligible into his mouth and he pulls back with spit connecting your lips as evidence of the messy kiss.

He hums curiously. Okay maybe he’s not that curious about what you have to say right now and really just wants to keep kissing you. But he’s respectful!

You place your palms flat on his muscular chest. He smirks at this. He leans back down to start kissing you again but before he can actually meet your lips, you speak up.

“I don’t even get a ‘hi’ first?” You jokingly scold, shaking your head and pouting.

“Hi.” He says, then immediately starts attacking your lips again. His tongue sticks into your mouth and starts intermingling it with yours without care. It’s even messier than before; spit and quiet moans spill into your mouth as he starts to lead his hands lower and squeeze at your thighs. He swears your thighs have some magical, alluring spell on him.

Your ringtone blares out, interrupting and making you two jolt back from one another. Your phone buzzed against his hand in your pocket.

He pulls it out for you, fumbling through the fabric of your leggings and fishes it into his hand. When he flips over the screen to read ‘Sugu <3’ he wants to scream and throw it against the wall.

You look down at it and take it from his hand. He’s about to protest as he sees your finger slide against the screen. You bring up a finger to his mouth and leave it there on his lips as you answer and sit up on your knees.

“Hey, Sugu.” You say, smile creeping up your face while you talk. Satoru swears that Suguru did this on purpose, strictly to cockblock him. He has the urge to go piss in Suguru’s shampoo bottle, or hit him, or maybe actually kill him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, bear hugging you while you furrow your eyebrows in surprise, still nodding and humming at whatever Suguru was saying over the phone. He yanks you closer to him so you straddle his hips and nearly drop the phone out of your hand. You do a cute yelp when he does that makes him grin. You’re sat right above his clothed cock, covered in baggy sweatpants with rips in the pockets from a prank by one of his frat brothers.

He pouts up at you, silently pleading with those beautiful eyes you could stare at forever. You mouth to him ‘one second’. He takes initiative and end up not waiting. He snuggles back up into your neck and starts peppering dramatically loud and wet kisses right below your phone along the curve of your jaw.

“Baby, please.” He begs, purposefully loud and right into your phone speaker.

Suguru says something muffled over the line.

“Yes, that was Satoru.” You reply rolling your eyes. You laugh lightly at something else Suguru says. “Don’t get too jealous, baby. You know how he gets.”

He yanks the phone out your hand. He’s placed it up to his ear, blocking your attempts to get it back, and speaking into the microphone.

“I’m her baby. Fuck off, Suguru.” He snarls before hanging up for you and tossing your phone onto his nightstand.

He goes back to kissing you like nothing happened. You pull away, pushing him back from his jaw. You kinda wished he wasn’t as pretty, yelling at him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so goddamn cute.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, staring into those eyes that are clearly trying to feign innocence.

He blinks, looking around like he’s mulling over what to say that’ll get him out of trouble and still get him laid.

“Uhh… my doctor says it’s autism.”

Shoko missed you horribly this past week. See, normally, she’d be able to partner up with you for labs because she’s more responsible than Satoru and he can always partner up with Suguru. Now? You’re handing a pair of standard issue safety goggles to Suguru while his other hand writes down you two’s names for the lab records/data.

And of course, she’s now stuck with—who she calls the ‘biggest complainer of all time’—Satoru. Well actually, she calls him Gojo because she swears they’re not that close.

“He’s such a fucking asshole.” Of course it’s Gojo, complaining. Again.

“He’s your bestfriend.” She snaps back. The fact she now has to scribble down Satoru’s name instead of yours on the data collection sheet upsets her more. Her grip on her pen is rigid as she tries to collect herself and keep her nonchalant demeanor.

“Not anymore!” Satoru says, setting up the beakers in a neat row meticulously. He stares through them, looking up at Shoko through the distortion while she just glares back at him. He continues his rant. “He’s a traitor! I introduced him to her under the premise we could share—not him taking her away from me all for his greedy self!” He pouts annoyingly at her like she can fix it.

He continues going on and on about Suguru while she barely pays attention. Maybe she can get him to stay distracted and do all the work subconsciously.

She’s staring at you, who’s giggling and smiling with Suguru while you two work. She rolls her eyes again and gets back to work.

She tips her cigarette to you, lighting the one she fished out her pocket for you.

She stares into your eyes while you laze on your bed together, puffing grey, cloudy smoke out the window adjacent to your mattress.

She scoots closer to you, surprising you as you take the thin cigarette up by your head to not burn her while she moves over towards you.

“You mad at Gojo or something?” She asks, low and nonchalantly but still boring her eyes into yours.

“Huh?” You reply, tilting your head to the side. You bite at your lip. “No. Why?”

“He says you’ve been ignoring him.” You furrow your brows and pout. “He thought you might be mad and hanging with Geto to get him jealous.” If it was intentional, by god did it fucking work.

“No no,” You shoo, giggling at the absurdity. You start blushing before you continue, looking away from her gaze like you’re embarrassed to say the next part. “Sugu’s just been really nice recently. Haven’t been able to make time for Satoru I guess.” You said explain. All Shoko thinks is how she remembers Satoru complaining about the nickname for Suguru.

She squints her almond eyes. “Well Gojo seemed upset. He’s kinda whipped for you.” She didn’t wanna have to admit she was too. Honestly, she thinks it’d sound weird coming out of her sullen voice, also around a cigarette still sitting in her mouth.

Your brows furrow again, like you’re thinking or upset with yourself. You bite at your lip, lit cigarette still sitting in your hand. She reaches over and takes it, blowing it out before tossing it in your trash from across the room. You look surprised but don’t say anything.

She takes out her own too, extinguishing it with her thumb. She really surprises you when she leans over and open-mouth kisses you. She pulls back slowly, staring into your eyes again.

“Make some.” She says softly, just barely over a whisper while her bangs fall into your face. “Time, I mean. For Satoru and me.”

GUYS IM SORRY I PROMISE I’LL MAKE A PT 2 AND IT WILL BE SO CUTE AND FLUFFY TRUST

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Geto as your Roomate

‎a/n: I think bro likes geto, not sure though.

ꨄ︎geto who wakes up after a late night of studying or going out with friends, he often stumbles out of his room like a sleepy cat, rubbing his eyes and his messy hair from sleeping, often greeting you with his low tired voice.

‎ on rare days geto would pad over to you standing near the counter and just cling on to you. arms wrapped around your face, his neck nuzzling into your neck. he may or may have not fallen asleep while clinging to you. Every time you'd bring it up he'd deny it with a soft flush on his cheeks.

‎ꨄ︎geto who without fail gets up everyday to brew two cups of hibiscus tea. a daily ritual you two have would be just enjoying each other's company, with each conversation huddled over the kitchen island he would ramble about the health benefits of the drink but how could you care when you are blinded by the sight of his abs

‎ꨄ︎geto who decorates your shared house with bunch of green plants, in the corners of the living room to growing herbs on the window seal of your kitchen. he would often hum to himself as he waters each plant making sure the plants aren't over-hydrated or dehydrated.

‎ whenever shopping you would physically have to drag him he let you drag him away from the plants sold at the entrances of stores. geto would often nurture the flowers and gift them to you whenever you'd feel sad or just because he felt like it.

‎ꨄ︎geto who loves it whenever you cook for him. usually he did most of the cooking. every week he would brainstorm healthy meal plans for the two of you and have you taste test them. is was one of the times where he would have your full undivided attention as he would cook, and you telling another one of your long winded stories.

‎ he loved seeing your face light up with excitement when trying a new dish. Geto didn't mind spending three - four hours making things from scratch, he did not mind having to stand up all day just to see you try a new cuisine. but on the fleeting days you'd bake or cook he savoured it dearly.

‎ꨄ︎geto who sulks everytime you kick him out to do spring cleaning. you were very particular about the way you cleaned, every product you used and the lack of disruption needed. geto would never forget the day he irritated you by accidentally walking on the wet floor. It was safe to say that you did not speak to him for at least three hours.

‎ꨄ︎geto who loves nighttime. like clock work after a long day working or studying the two of you would meet at the couch. neither of you knew how it happened. one day you picked a show to watch and you both religiously binged it together, even cuddling together. Geto especially enjoyed winter because naturally you would seek out warmth from him.

‎ geto didn't care what show it was, really. it ranged from long battle animes to trashy reality TV shows. your favourite shows to watch with him would be dating shows mainly because it was cute seeing his baffled expression at some of the contestants, seeing him pause the show to explain how each of the contestants' behaviour exhibited a harmful behaviour. geto was simply rejuvenated by your energy.

‎ꨄ︎geto who becomes the whinest person you know when sick. each time he got a cold he always tried to play it off as him being fine. it was only when you gently pushed him into his room and into his covers that he allowed himself to get taken care of. with each meal time you brought him some warm foods and your god forsaken concoction, a horrid mixture of ginger, thyme, lemon, kale, probiotics and worse of all—the homemade kombucha you made—geto never failed to pout when forced to drink it.

‎ꨄ︎geto who loves to indulge in your numerous hair care products. he sits on the edge of the tub, your rosemary and honey hair moisturizer currently being applied by the long haired male. did he have his own haircare? yes. did he only use your haircare to see your amusing scolding? absolutely. overtime you got used to him kidnapping your products so whenever buying them you included him. you even got him a matching silk head wrap to cover his hair while sleeping.

‎ꨄ︎geto who loves watching you do your skincare as he leans against the doorframe. eventually you coaxed him into joining you by yapping about some drama you overheard through the day. you would stand between his legs applying a cold clay mask while going off topic for the fourth time. but geto didn't care, he just enjoyed listening to your melodic voice.

‎ꨄ︎geto who gets more excited about your birthday than you. he often plans something in advance, something intimate and fitting to you. throughout the year he would make note of your recent obsessions and compile them into a birthday party. a party of two. he would bake your favourite dessert, have a movie marathon prepared and a dozen gifts littered around your room with little notes detailing his appreciation and love for you.

‎‎it was at these moments you realised that living with geto was one of the best decisions you had ever made.

©mikaiswolfsbane 2026

someone's hungry..

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every since you started dating geto, this thought never fails to cross your mind: that he is an eater!

sure, geto eats a lot but he eats more between your legs.

the first time you guys ever had sex, you only expected the bare minimum. this bare minimum was the lowest of low from your past boyfriends who would only stick their fingers in and out till you were wet enough to replace their fingers with their cock.

but no.. geto's differrent. he barely even uses his fingers, but rather his tongue.

the morning after a rough night, he's down and under the sheets layering your warm body with his kisses until you start rubbing your eyes to see what the sensation was. finding his monolids from under, geto whispers:

"babe, i'm hungry."

the moment you smiled, the moment he is latched onto your little bundle of nerves, so so close like wanted to melt into you. you could feel his little warm breaths huff and puff on your bare skin as it drew tingles all over your body. geto's mouth was sucking, slurping, and absolutely destroying your insides with his muscle inside you.

face nestled in between your dripping folds, geto rips each sinful moan from your swollen lips as you arched into the mattress. his snake like eyes can't help but smile watching your body squirm at the pleasure he aroused as his slender fingers pressure your legs to stay down.

"su-suguru..! i can't anyymore" you cried, "i'm gonna cuum a-again..!"

looking at you with black orbs he can't help but chuckle at your vulnerability. his pupils carved each movement your body twitched at, each little bounce your breasts carried as your breathing hitched and braced for more stimulation.

"my mouth's wide open, dear" geto paused for a moment to show you his teasing smirk.

his pale complexion was glistening in your juices that soaked his face but he couldn't be bothered. geto loves making you writhe in overstimulation while being able to absolutely devour you whole.

"w-wait.." you plead, noticing that geto inserted his fingers inside your aching hole.

"yes, babe?" geto kissed your sensitive inner thigh.

his fingers curled, making you let out a moan on command as he continued to reach deeper inside your walls. brows furrowed in pleasure, you can't even mutter a word as your mind melted under his touch.

finding your sweet spot, the pressure that built up in your lower stomach reached your peak. the sounds of squelching echoed from beneath as geto continued to fuck his fingers into you.

"c-cumming..! buut, it feels—weird suguruu!!"

screaming as you gripped onto his long black hair, all that pressure pops like a balloon. releasing your climax, your entire body flexed and squirted all over your boyfriend.

lets just say, he's definitely the right type of eater if he's got his own hands wet from trying to pleasure you.

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