daddysuga101

[daddysuga101]

Damn, that unwanted images fic? I can imagine sukuna constantly trying to trick Yuuji into giving Sukuna his body just for a bit so he can go seduce reader. Maybe even pop out and whisper filthy nothings whenever she passes by cause she has to know about what he wants to do to her.

[cws] fem reader. sukuna being a pervert. groping. minor scent kink activities. oral. i think this is dubcon… one big unedited ramble tbh. writing sukuna is hard!

Being around Yuji could sometimes be… tiring, to say the least.

He’s a nice guy, very nice, funny too - he’s made you laugh to tears on quite a few occasions, and he’s cute to top it all off. Everyone you spoke to always have good things to say about him, and you have to admit that you do, too—even if his preference in partners had made you raise your eyebrows when you first heard it.

So, with this in mind, you always try to ignore Sukuna and his ‘antics’, although it was getting increasingly more difficult to ignore the curse’s brazen words when they were blurted out in the midst of a silent classroom, or whenever you happened to pass by Yuji in the hallway, or even when he had managed to pin you in an innocent enough position during training.

You couldn’t count how many times you had been left with your mouth gaping and hot in the face due to the comments Sukuna threw your way. They were always crude, brash, lewd, and left you with a strange twisting feeling deep in your gut — it was weird. The words were Sukuna’s, obviously, but if you didn’t look at the mouth sprouted on Yuji’s cheek, or pay too much heed to the deep, rough drawl of the voice speaking, you could pretend that it was Yuji saying those words, and for some reason that made it all seem a tad bit better…but not by much.

You had spoken with Gojo about it, as much as you hadn’t wanted to. Talking with your past teacher about the strange obsession that the curse inhabiting your friend’s body had with you was at the very top of your list of things you absolutely never wanted to fucking do, but you had to do something.

Sukuna’s comments were getting out of hand, his most recent having kept you from venturing to the training field — you had been engaged in a spar against Maki, attempting to work on your hand to hand combat, when you had heard that unmistakeable voice, his attention fully piqued by the presence of you - and while you never liked to be full of yourself, it was common knowledge that he only made his presence so obnoxiously obvious either when you were in sight of Yuji was banging on death’s door.

At first, you had thought he was rudely critiquing you like he usually did, commenting on your speed and how you were just so slow, you’d be dead in a fight against someone who was actually strong, or one of the many other things he liked to say to get your spirits low, but no, he was in a different mood that day.

Maki had just tossed you onto the ground for the umpteenth time, and you had decided to call it quits then, desperately wanting to submerge yourself in a hot bath to try and soothe your aching body.

Yuji, who had been observing from the side and having a somewhat one-sided conversation with Inumaki, had sensed your beaten to smithereens will and hauled you up off the ground, a smile on his face as he tapped you on the shoulder and gave you a bit of encouragement, only for the good deed to immediately be overshadowed when Sukuna spoke.

You hadn’t caught it at first, or rather, you had tried to pretend that you didn’t actually hear what he had said, because there was no way in hell that you wanted to acknowledge that he, in front of all of these people, had made a comment about how your shorts were just ‘so damned snug that he could practically see your clit—do you even have on any panties?’.

He had no problem repeating himself, even throwing some new things in, things that made your ears burn and the hairs at the back of your neck raise and your stomach flutter when you took on Yuji’s sheepish expression coupled with the way his eyes kept flitting down to between your legs and off to the side.

Recounting the many tales to Gojo had been humiliating, and his amazed ooh’s and ahh’s hadn’t made it any better, but you had desperately wanted some kind of resolution to all of this. He was the strongest, after all, so surely he could do something? Muzzle him at the very least?

“I’m afraid that’s out of my capabilities—aww, don’t look at me like that, I want to help you, but there’s not much of anything I can do.” He had been wearing his blindfold as he usually did, but you were certain that had been a hint of amusement in his eyes as he spoke, as if this was some funny story and not a serious matter that required a serious resolution. “I can’t control who Sukuna takes a liking, too, even if it is one of my beloved students. As it stands, he can’t do much of anything but talk. Yuji has him under control in that aspect, so you’ll just have to grin and bear unfortunately.”

There was only so much grinning and bearing you could take — Sukuna was unrelenting. While the comments had been sparse before, they were now frequent. You couldn’t go a single day without some part of your body being commented on.

Wearing skirts earned you comments on your thighs of how soft they looked, of how they’d feel wrapped around his head as he tongued your cunt, of how he wanted to mark them up with his teeth, his hands, his nails. So you wore pants next, only for him to admire the way they hugged your ass, and oh, he sees, you’re showing off for Yuji now, ya know he’s an ass man, is that what this is? The want the brat to fuck you instead of him, a real man, a man that can make you cry and moan and cream on his cock with little to no effort?

If your shirt happened to be a bit tight that day around your breasts, you could bet your life and win that Sukuna was gonna tell you ten different ways that he would fuck them, eventually. He’d describe it in vivid detail; how your tits would look squeezed around his cock, how he’d cover them in his cum (don’t worry, he’d be considerate enough to lick it off of you, as long as you didn’t squirm too much when he latched onto your pretty nipples), how they’d bounce when he’d fuck you—and don’t make that face, he knows you like what he’s saying. You don’t? Then let Yuji reach in your panties and see if you’re wet or not. No? It’s fine, he knows you are, just too shy and prudish to admit it.

You’re careful eating consuming certain foods and drinks around him, but when he made a remark about how greedily you gulped down your water after a morning run, wondering aloud if you ‘guzzle cum down just as eagerly’, you chose to forfeit your basic human needs in his presence altogether.

It seemed like you couldn’t do anything around Yuji without it being turned into something perverse, and after much contemplation, you decided to just avoid him all together. It took a lot of detours and changes of your schedule to ensure you wouldn’t run into him, along with skipping out on hanging with your other friends because he’d be there, but you managed. It was incredibly boring and dull, and you found yourself lazing around your room more often than not, but you figured this was better than listening to the many ways Sukuna wanted to fuck you.

You’re in your room now, fingers massaging a new moisturizer into your cheeks as you only halfway pay attention to the show that’s playing on the tv. You had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in a baggy sweater that you couldn’t remember who you had snagged from, and was nearly ready to retire for the night.

A knock at your door draws your attention away from the tv, and thinking it’s more than likely Nobara come to once again lament about how pissed she is that you took a rain check on yet another outing with them (the trio had ventured out into the city earlier) you move to open it without thinking.

“If you’re here to scream at me for staying in tonight, I’m gonna need you to make it quick. My show is…” Your words die on your tongue when your eye finally clash against red ones, and there’s a lurch in your chest when Sukuna steps into your room, lips twisted into a grin as he invades your space. “…Yu—!”

You help when his hand shoots out to snag ahold of your jaw, fingers pushing into your cheeks as he quirks a brow. “I know you’re not stupid enough to call me by another man’s name, right?” Your hand is still gripping the door knob, and it tightens as you jerkily nod, eyes wide and unblinking as the gravity of the situation takes its time weighing on your shoulders.

He smushes your cheeks together, a hum leaving him as he turns your head side to side, and you can’t help the feeling that he’s appraising you, ogling you, judging you, just as he had been when he wasn’t in control, and all the things he had said suddenly come rushing back to the front of your mind.

A choked noise manages to escape you, and his grin widens, his free hand pushing yours away from the door so he can push it closed. “Wonderin’ what I’m gonna do to you?” He guesses, and you make another noise, your hands itching to do something. You are a sorcerer, not the strongest but definitely not the weakest, but this is Sukuna standing in front of you, what could you possibly do against him?

He takes another step forward, and the cologne that Yuji frequently wears wraps around you and makes your head spin. “I was wondering the same thing on my way over.” His front presses flush to yours, and you jump when something firm and big pushes into your hip, the hand that had been on your face dropping to rest against the side of your neck, thumb positioning itself underneath your chin so he can tilt your head up. “What to use first… your mouth,” he eyes your lips, and a shaky breath leaves them at that moment, “these tits,” his free hand gropes you through your sweater, and you yelp and jump in his hold, protests stuttered out as he kneads and squeezes at the flesh.

“S-Sukuna, you can’t—”

“Or this fat little cunt you’ve got.” The hand that had been on your chest dips low, and you both make a sound when his fingers are met with a sticky, clear fluid. He snarks out a laugh, and you furiously shake your head as your skin burns. “You’re fucking wet.”

“I’m not!” He pushes a finger up against your clit through the cotton of your panties, and you cross your ankles in an attempt to keep him from rubbing against you, but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He presses against you harder, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you weakly push at his forearm. There’s the fleeting thought that Yuji is somewhere in there seeing this, and it’s almost enough to have you melting into an embarrassed puddle of goo, but then Sukuna is saying something about being on ‘borrowed time’ while lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

You gape down at him, hurriedly trying to scramble back, but his hands come up to grip the backs of your thighs, the look he gives you making you stay put. Once he sees you’re not going anywhere, he loosens his grip on your legs, hands venturing up until he’s roughly gripping at the fat of your ass, gaze fixed on your face as you fight to keep it somewhat expressionless… although by the pleased look on his face you’re sure that you’re failing.

“You should revel in the knowledge that I’ve never kneeled before anyone else.”

With a harsh tug your underwear is pooled around your ankles, and Sukuna is roughly pushing up the material of your sweater, his head moving in until you can feel his breath fanning over the curly hairs covering your cunt. A misplaced stroke of insecurity covers you as he takes in the sight, and you don’t want to ponder about why you seem to care if he prefers a full shave or not, because you shouldn’t.

You should kick him away, king of curses be damned. He could cut you into a million pieces with a swipe of his finger, but still! You should do something other than just stand here and allow him to—

He buries his nose into your mound, a deep groan sounding as you hear him breathe in your scent, and your breath catches in your throat as your knees wobble, hands flying to his shoulders as you steady yourself.

You sweater covers his head as he lets it go to instead spread apart your lips, and you can’t help the gasp that comes out when he immediately begins to lap at your cunt, tongue moving from your clit to your hole and back again.

It’s too much too soon, and noises that you’d be horrified at making later tumble out of your mouth as Sukuna messily eats you out, one hand harshly gripping at your ass. His tongue feels as if it’s everywhere all at once, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge in no time, hips unconsciously rocking against his mouth, calves tensed as you stretch your on your toes, fingers curling into the material of his hoodie.

“Suh…Su-kuna,” a broken cry of his name falls from your lips as you come, his tongue pushing impossibly deep into you as his hand tugs you closer. The sound of him slurping at your slick is loud in the room, and the bruising grip on your ass trades in for a caress, the harsh sucking at your cunt switching to slow, languid licks that threaten to throw you into overstimulation,

When the fog clears, you stiffen, face screwing up and eyes widening as you look down at the lump in your sweater. Before any thoughts can come, he’s pulling back, pink hair coming into view as your sweater falls away from him, and you think you may just die on the spot when take note of the lack of black markings marring his face.

“…Yuji?”

[daddysuga101]

Hii bby girl, for my birthday could you maybe do some head canons of Gojo with mommy issues? Hope you’re doing good and that you’re not stressed ❤️❤️

Hiiiyaaa mamaaa~~ 🤭🤭 I caught a cold over the weekend, because I was so stressed 😭😭 But I'm feeling better now ^^

Haaappyyy early(?) birthday, bby<3 I hope this is what you had in mind~ I hope you're doing well too and enjoy your special day!!🥳

MDNI 18+ only

TW: mommy kink, dick riding, edging; use of mommy, good boy, pretty boy, baby boy, beefcake, baby; cum eating, eating a girl out after a creampie, sub - dom dynamics, Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Satoru didn't have the greatest bond with his mother growing up, but fortunately it didn't stop him from having sex altogether. However, he went as far as to say that daddy and mommy kinks were weird.

He would cringe every time a hook up would moan daddy in his ear and he also definitely was way too proud to get dominated, or let alone call a girl mommy.

Well, that quickly changed when he got together with you.

There was just something about you that made him wanna whine mommy all the time, whatever you did sexual or not, the nickname mommy was always on his mind whenever he saw you.

But the first few times you've had sex he was cool about it and tried to hide his evergrowing kink.

It was when you were riding him one night that the word finally slipped out.

"Ooh fuck give it to me mommy ah-", oh no did he really just say that. Shit. However, when he was about to apologise or take everything back your hand was already wrapped around his thick neck as you purred into his ear.

"Yeah? Want mommy to make ya feel good? You gotta be a good boy first tho, right? Only good boys get to cum."

Gulp.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you to okay? Mommy will get off first okay?", all he could do was whine and nod his head.

"Use your words, pretty boy~", you gave his throat a sqeeze making him gasp for air.

"Y-yes mommy, gonna be good for ya, please use me."

Oh you were just hitting his every fantasy spot on.

"Good boooy~," you swiped his bangs off of his sweaty forehead while giving it a gentle kiss. You never thought about being dominant in the bedroom before, but there was just something about the way he called you that flipped a switch inside of you and got you incredibly excited. Having such a big strong man at your mercy would definitely get you off. He was just much bigger and much much stronger than you and could easily overpower you, but you had him wrapped around your finger, apparently.

You had him a whimpering mess, edging him until he almost couldn't take it anymore, occasionally choking him. And everytime he tried to touch you, you would slap his hands away, reminding him. "No touching, if you wanna cum tonight."

He could only whine and pout, grabbing the sheets beneath him instead. His little huffs were sooo cute, you couldn't believe your eyes. Such a beefcake reduced to a whimpering mess just because of you? Oh hell yeah.

"Baby boy?", he looked up eyes glossed over and cheeks dusted pink. "You've been good right? You wanna cum?"

His eyes light up, nodding his head, "Yes yes yes please been so good please!!"

"Sure", you smiled and for a split second he believed you as you started rolling your hips so deliciously, only to pull out as he was about to bust.

"Not so quick. I only asked if you wanted to, I never said you were allowed to yet."

All he could do was groan, fisting the sheets beneath him. He would've been fed up by now if it was anybody else. But it was You. He couldn't possibly disobey you. So he just bit down on his lip and nodded. "Sorry mommy.."

"It's alright baby, you're doing so well. Keep it up it's almost over, I'm almost there." with a few more swipes over your clit, you felt yourself topple over the edge.

"M gonna cum, you gotta cum with me okay be a good boy and fill me up.", oh it was music to his ears as he grabbed onto your hips and fucked his cum deep inside of you.

He was so incredibly out of breath, he felt like he was about to faint, one of the best fucks of his life. But the next words that came out of your mouth, when you pulled yourself off of his cock made him gulp.

"Be a good boy and eat mommy out. Clean me up."

Eat you out? Sure. But right now??!?! he thought With his cum dripping out of you he couldn't possibly-

"Cmon what's wrong?" you yanked him by the hair pulling his face to yours. "You wanna get edged again?"

He violently shook his head in your tight grip

"Alright, then be a good boy and get to work."

You let go of his hair shoving him down your body with your foot. He was petrified, by both the idea of tasting himself and your harsh demeanor. But the disapproving look you were giving him right now made him want to make it up to you. He was your good boy afterall, right?

So he swallowed his pride and dove right in. To his surprise it wasn't half bad. Your own juices mixed with his made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He was obediently licking you clean while spreading your legs as wide as possible for better access.

"Ah- good boy, good job. Tastes good right, do you like it?" you grabbed a handful of his hair, smooshing his face closer into your cunt.

"Mhmm~", he hummed against you while continuing his kitten licks, finally paying attention to your clit.

"Make sure to get it all out alright?

He understood, immediately pushing two thick fingers into you and licking them clean.

"Such a good boy, you're a quick learner."

Your every praise made him more and more eager until he was lewdly eating you out with loud slurps. He pulled away after a bit, massaging your clit with his thick fingers.

"Want you to cum on my face, mommy. Please wanna taste you again. Pleaaasee", he whined grinding his crotch into the matress beneath him

"Yeah, mommy's gonna cum if you keep that up."

His eyes lit up at that, diving right back in to sucking on your clit while fingerfucking his remaining cum out of you.

It didn't take long for you to squish his face between your thighs releasing all over his face. He immediately went back to slurping all of you up, overstimulating you a bit in the process. When he finally came up from between your legs, you put your thumb and forefinger on his chin and made him open his mouth.

"Did you swallow it all? Good boy~", you hummed swiping the remaining cream off of his chin and pushing your fingers in his mouth. He obediently sucked on them while looking straight into your eyes. So cute.

Once you were satisfied he pulled himself off your fingers with a pop, grinning.

"Was I good?"

"Yees you were the best, cmere." With that his face ended up squished between your tits hugging you tightly while you patted his head. "How come you never told me you had a mommy kink, Satoru?", you giggled.

He stayed quiet.

"Hmm? What's wrong baby?" You lifted his head with both of your hands on his cheeks, squishing them in the process.

"I didn't- I mean it's kind of embarassing. Before you I even used to think mommy and daddy kinks were weird but it's different with you...", he slurred while having his face smooshed between your hands looking away with a pout.

"Ooiii, look at me, it's fine~. Nothing to be embarassed about. You saw how into it I was, didn't you? You can always tell me, if you want to try out something new.", you smooched his lips. "But can't you always be so obedient for me? You look so pretty when you-" you teased.

"Stooopppp enough", he whined pushing his face back into your chest.

"Okay okay sorry sorry~", you giggled.

And after that it just came natural to him to call you mommy whenever you two were alone. It wasn't only sexual either. Sometimes after a rough day at work he just wanted to be babied and cuddled by you. And you always indulged him. No judgement on your side. However you were only human, so you couldn't help but tease him about it from time to time. Unfortunately, the teasing sometimes came out while others were around. Which is why he pulled you aside right now whining.

"But you definitely can't tell anyone about this", he made you promise, desperately squishing your shoulders. "Especially not Suguru. He would never let me live this one down..."

"Sorry sorry, mommy will try her best", you chuckled and with a peck on his lips you slipped back to the others.

"Yooouuuuu!!!", he cursed under his breath. You will definitely be the death of him.

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[daddysuga101]

What a women needs~

Suguru Geto x reader

Warnings: dubcon/non con, use of ‘senpai’, reader is 26 and Suguru is 21, creampie, unprotected sex, slut shaming, rough fucking, grinding, groping

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The one bed trope was one Suguru found to be lazy and derivative within the world of storytelling.

However, it's the first thing that springs into his mind as the two of you, both tired and exhausted from the curse you had to exercise, stand in front of the window where the attendant is telling you the only room they have available has one bed.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at the information and you groan.

"There has to be something you can do." You say, or more accurately demand.

The middle aged women sighs noticing you're clearly not going to simply drop this.

She begins typing on her computer once more, and you impatiently tap your pointer finger into the hard woood of the window seal.

"Hey, it's fine if there's only one bed, I can take the couch." He offers but you're quick to wave him off.

"I can't let you do that, it'd just be better if we could both get a good nights rest after..recent events." You tell him and honestly you're right.

His body aches from that battle with a curse that was only supposed to be a grade two curse, and it turned out to be a special grade.

Which wouldn't have been an issue if he were better prepared but he definitely was not, and neither were you.

Which is why his arm now has a long gash in it.

So naturally his body needs rest, as does yours.

You could always share the bed.

But the idea of bringing that possibility up to you makes Sugurus face warm in embarrassment.

"Look I'm really sorry miss." The clerk starts, and embarrassingly Suguru feels a twinge of excitement.

Because yes, this is less than convenient and yes he might be a filthy pervert for thinking it, but in this moment he's thanking his lucky stars.

Getting to sleep next to girl like you?

How lucky can one guy be-

"Oh! never mind we have a room with two beds available after all." The clerk says with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Suguru hopes the smile he more or less forces on his face is convincing as he thanks the clerk and takes the keys from her.

—-

The room, if you could even call it that. is a small simple space.

It's equipped with a microwave as well as a mini fridge that is barely cold enough to pass as a fridge. As well as a wall that separates the bedroom from the bathroom and kitchen area.

Suguru haphazardly throws his bags on the floor, craning his neck a bit to get a good look at the bathroom from where he's standing.

"Senpai." He calls out. You perk up looking up at him from your phone.

"Hm?"

"Do you wanna shower first?" He asks pointing to the bathroom with his thumb.

You shake your head politely seemingly more interested in whatever was on your phone than anything he had to say.

"I'm okay, you go ahead, I need to call someone anyways." You explain.

His eyebrow twitches.

By "someone" you no doubt mean your good for nothing boyfriend.

He didn't get why you were with Naoya Zenin of all people but he supposed he understood on a logistic level.

You were powerful, so was Zenin. And it's in the interest of the Zenin clan to make you two powerful sorcerers, have lots of babies.

Because more powerful babies, equals a more powerful clan.

Sugurus eyebrow twitched once more at the idea of that happening. Of you getting married and popping out a few of Zenins kids.

He hated that thought and he sure as fuck, hated Naoya Zenin.

"I'll shower then. Knock if you need anything." He tells you.

—-

He doesn't take long in the shower, he's more or less in and out.

He steps out the shower,  wrapping a towel around his waist and pat dries his long hair while his free hand holds his cell phone to his ear.

Satoru being on the other line.

"You got your ass kicked huh?" Satoru teased as Suguru finished debriefing on what happened.

"It was a surprise attack, asshole." Suguru says back, but Satoru only serves to laugh into the phone louder.

"Man Y/n must've been hella embarrassed for you watching that. On the bright side did she baby you when you got injured?" Satoru questioned,

Suguru thinks on it and he's not sure you babied him. You just more so made sure he was okay, in the sweet doting way you always do for your under classmen.

"I suppose." Suguru shrugs. Satoru sighs somberly.

"Luckyyy, I love when she babies me. I always play up injuries around her so she can dote on me longer." Satoru says jokingly, yet somehow Suguru knows he's being very serious.

"You know I've been meaning to tell you, you should probably stop acting so casually with her. She's our Senpai not our friend." Suguru scolds, Satoru scoffs.

"So what? Not like she's ancient, she’s only like 26, plus, she doesn't mind me calling her Y/n. Maybe you should try calling her by her given name. Might help her see you as more than just her cute underclassmen and as a man."

Suguru narrows his eyes a bit.

You do see him as a man.

He knows you do.

The way you count on him during missions. The way you trust him, there's no doubt in his mind he's a man to you.

"She does see me as a man."

Satoru snorts.

"No like that Suguru, I mean as a man, man you get me? Like someone she'd let take her to bed type shit." Satoru said casually.

"Don't talk about her like that." Suguru grimaces.

"Oh don't be a boy scout Suguru. You're one long day away from being a panty sniffing pervert and you know it." Satoru jokes earning an eye roll from the raven haired boy.

"You're gross." Suguru deadpans as he brushes his teeth, a flash a pink fabric in your suitcase catching his eye.

He smiles to himself.

"Heh, good thing you aren't here. She has a pink thong in her suit case you'd be no doubt defiling right now if you came along."

Satoru groans loudly.

"Fuckkk, and you're not even gonna touch em' are you?"

"Nope." Suguru says with a pop of the p.

"You fucking loser, if I were you, and I were stuck in a hotel with Y/n, I'd take her panties then I'd do her real hard." Satoru said,

"Yeah right, if she looks at you too long you'll choke up." Suguru dead pans as he continues to comb a hand through his wet hair.

"Nah I'm telling you Suguru, gimme five minutes with her and imma have her bent over on that motel bed moaning my name." Satoru states.

"She gonna be like: Ah yess daddy right there!" He says mocking your voice in a high pitch, clapping his hands together to mimic the sound of fucking.

Suguru rolls his eyes.

"She's not that type of girl you know? Plus, again, she's older than us so have some respect, and decorum." Suguru scolds.

"Suguru...you gotta understand sooner than later that girls like her, need a man that’s a little disrespectful, that’ll put them in their place. It turns em on to fuck em’ like you hate them."

Suguru pauses and thinks for a moment.

Is that true?

Is that why you date pieces of shit like Naoya? Cause he puts you in your place?

Is that what you want?

A man that can completely consume you?

"Eh? Suguru?" Satoru calls out snapping the boy out of his thoughts.

"Sorry just lost in thought, I'll talk to you later all right?" Suguru questions.

Satoru laughs boyishly.

"Sure, you lost in the thought of that pu-."

Satoru is hung up on before he can finish his sentence.

Suguru exits the bathroom, stretching out the crink in his neck as he does so. He doesn't see you anywhere until he looks towards the balcony.

He sees you pacing outside the room, a frustrated look on your face and in your body language.

Whoever your on the phone with must be pissing you off.

Zenin..he's sure of it.

Sugurus eyebrow furrows as he watches you angrily hang up the phone.

You eventually come back inside placing a smile on your face.

"That was quick." You say, he shrugs.

"I don't like showering too long in places that aren't home." He says, you nod and unbutton your blouse just enough to where he can see a peak of your lacy purple bra.

"Fine with me, thanks for saving me hot water." You say, patting his back as you head inside the bathroom.

———-

It wasn't crazy or unusual for Suguru to dream about you from time to time.

He's done it before and he knows how it sounds, he knows how it seems, but it truly is innocent more often than not.

It really is just soft, sweet dreams, ones in which he's saving you from a curse or performing grand gestures for you.

Dreams in which you leave your good for nothing boyfriend for him, those are his favorites.

But they are all just dreams.

He knows they're not real, and he knows when he wakes up in the morning they still won't be real.

So when Suguru wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty, half awake, and his arm aching the worst it had all day and sees a figure hovering over his sleeping form.

He is promptly startled out of the peaceful state he was in during his dream.

He jumps in surprise only to be consoled by the figures soft voice.

"Whoa it's just me." You say holding your hands out to calm him. He visibly relaxed and released a labored sigh.

"What's going on?" He asks, his chest still heaving from the initial shock.

"You uh, you were talking in your sleep." You say, he furrowed his eyebrows because what the hell did he say to make you look so worried?

He silently prayed he didn't say something humiliating or regurgitate some crazy shit Satoru pedaled into his mind earlier.

"I didn't say anything ..like crazy? Right?" He asked. You chuckle.

"No, you just kept calling for me." You answer.

He groans.

"That's embarrassing sorry, it was just a weird dream." He explains. You nod and wrap your arms around yourself as the light from the window hits from behind you perfectly illuminating your form.

"You sure you okay?" You question.

His mouth feels like it's full of cotton. He can't move, can't think. You look genuinely ethereal right now.

And he knows it it's not the haziness of exhaustion making him feel that way either.

Suguru didn't believe in god, or religious experiences people swear they had but right now, in this moment. He almost swears he sees a halo floating over your head.

'Angel'

You furrow your eyebrows and crack a small soft smile.

"Angel?" You chuckle.

Did he say that out loud?

Suguru silently thanks god it's so dark, because if it were any brighter you would have seen his face go from a dull pale color to a rosie crimson one.

"Who's an angel?" You chuckle.

"No one- ouch!" He groans looking down at the gash in his arm that somehow worsened over the few hours he slept.

You examined the cut for a moment, your hand resting on his bare stomach as you do so,

You make a face he can’t quite decipher before you stand to your feet.

"Go to the kitchen and wait for me there. We need to get that dressed otherwise you could get an infection."

Suguru blushes.

Satoru is right.

Being babied by you is nice.

He nods understandingly heading to the small kitchen just outside of the bedroom. He sits on a bar stool whincing as he stretches his arm out, watching as you grab a first aid kit.

"Oof, that looks bad, was it this bad earlier?"' You question. He shakes his head.

"No it must've gotten worse somehow." He says, you nod and pour rubbing alcohol on the gash earning a loud yelp from him.

"Fuck!" He shouts.

"Sorry." You say. "It has to be sterile other wise you could get infected." You explain.

"I know that but shit give a guy a warning."

"If I did that you'd pull away and it wouldn't be done properly."

"Then distract me." He offers.

You sigh dramatically and nod as you dab a clean paper towel with more rubbing alcohol.

"So.. how's classes?" You question, he gives a look that says 'really'. You shrug and sigh.

"Okay shallow I know, how about..." You trail off a little.

"Let's talk about our love lives, You got a girlfriend yet Suguru?" You tease a smile stretching across your face that makes his mind go to places his fully awake self would have easily pushed down.

But he's tired, so tired it's bordering on delirious,

and fuck when did he get so horny? Why are the sweatpants he fell asleep in suddenly so tight in his groin area?

You're still giggling to yourself and Suguru thinks he's had enough.

"Shut up." He laughed. "You know I don't have a girlfriend." He joked back, stretching his free uninjured arm out, turning his head to the side so he can get a better look at you.

Honestly he's not sure to feel about that question. A year ago he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Telling you that he loved you so much it killed him, and truthfully it still does.

You brushed it off back then. And so did he.

So no he doesn't have a girlfriend because it'd be unfair to her to consistently compare her to someone as perfect as you.

"It'll be awhile until that happens." Suguru mutters.

You tilt your head a bit to the side.

"Yeah and why is that?" You ask as you shift your body a little. Unknowingly giving him a nice view of your tits under your thin tank top.

And in this moment he silently cursed god for making it so dark , because if it were just a bit brighter he's sure he'd see your nipples through-

Wait no.

He couldn't think of you like that.

"Let's see where should I start." He holds up five fingers. "I smoke, I drink, im too serious, but also not serious enough, and I can be intense." He says putting a finger down for each thing he listed.

You take that opportunity to pour more rubbing alcohol on him, he doesn't wince this time.

You look up at the ceiling, biting your plump bottom lip in faux contemplation.

"Well." You start. "I once heard someone say that red flags are simply just fun facts."

Suguru smiles.

"Oh yeah? Is that what that is? My border line substance abuse? A fun fact?" He chuckles, you nod as he sits up on his elbow lowering his long stature allowing him to be level with you.

"Doing drugs can be sexy if done right." You shrug, he smirks.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree.

"So what's one of your..fun facts?" He asked.

He watches as you tilt your head up to him meeting his eyes instead of looking down, like he's used to girls his age doing.

He wasn't lying when he said he could be intense. It scares most women, how intense he can be.

But it never scared you.

Not yet anyway.

"I think mine is...but you can't tell anyone." You whisper, he crosses his heart in a silent promise to keep this a secret.

"I have a thing for younger guys." You say hotly in his ear. His face turns warm as he looks you in your sultry eyes.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah."

He swallows a lump in his throat.

"Why?" He questions. You shrug.

"I have many reasons but if I had to pick I'd say it's because... their eager to please and..energetic if you get what I'm saying." You say, he chuckles.

"So why aren't you dating one? I can't imagine it'd be hard to find a young guy that would date you." He says with a small shrug.

Not mentioning how he'd gladly be the younger guy that would date you.

"Yeah, but the downside to young guys is they can be too demanding. They a lot of times want you to play mommy wth them. They want a girl that'll make them lunches, let them suck on your nipples, and then ride em till they cry." You say with a dramatic sigh.

"Truth is, younger guys tend to be very sex focused." You say as you rub ointment

on his wound.

"I wanna be with a man that's balanced, and is attracted to me as a person and not just attracted to my tits." You joke, he nods licking his dry lips.

"I get that, but if it's any consolation, it at least means you have nice tits." Suguru says before he even fully thought about it.

Thankfully you don't get offended, instead you laugh. You giggle loudly and smack the side of his naked chest.

"Oh you pervert. Been looking at my boobs huh?" You question,

"I didn't- I didn't mean-."

"Just be honest Suguru. I won't be mad." You cut him off.

"Do you stare at them sometimes when you think I'm not looking?" You question.

This time he nods dumbly.

Fuck what is he doing?

"I don't stare…but I notice them." He whispered not fully understanding why he's being so honest.

How you're coaxing this honesty out of him, he has no clue.

You grin and push a loose hair from his face leaning a bit so he can get another perfect view of your cleavage.

"That's sweet." You whispered playing with his hair.

He gulped.

This was becoming extremely dangerous.

You hovering over him with that nasty look in your eyes. Like you just wanna eat him up.

And in this moment he'd no doubt let you do just that.

"You're not a virgin are you Sugu?" You question as you cradle his cheek in your hand.

"No ma'am." He whispered,

Satoru wasn't joking when he once said you made a habit of making strong men your bitch.

Suguru understood how that could happen too.

It was hard not to crumble under your gaze. It was hard for him to not fall onto his knees and worship you the way he so desperately wanted to.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you shake your head tsking disapprovingly at his confession.

"So you're just another 21 year old boy that can't help but stick his dick in any and all girls?"

You stroke the underside side of his chin.

"I expected more from you."

He winces as you begin wrapping his wound and shakes his head at your words.

"No im not, I'm not like that I just, I like sex. But, don't we all? I'm not the kind of guy with no self control." He says back a little to desperately for his liking,

he needs to snap out of whatever trance you put him in and remember who he is.

He's not passive and he's sure as hell not submissive. You're just really good at bringing that side out of men for whatever reason.

"Okay then. I believe you, however I am curious.." You trail.. your eyes raising to his. "You any good?" You question tearing the bandage with your teeth.

He swallows and answers in a gruff voice.

"No complaints yet."

"Women can lie." You say back putting away the first aid kit.

"They don't with me."

You raise your eyes to him and straighten your back.

"How do you know?" You question.

"Because I can tell." He says.

"You think so?"

"I know so." He pushes.

"Suguru, do you have any idea how easy it is to give a couple fake moans and 'oh yes daddy's out to a man and convince him that he's rocked your world?"

Suguru shrugs.

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience, Naoya not doing it right?" Suguru offers with a nonchalant shrug.

You don't get mad though. You just smile.

"I won't lie and say he always satisfys me, but I can guarantee he always thinks that he does."

"I don't believe you."

"Why not?"

"Because fake moans and real moans are different. They sound different, feel different I mean look at porn. It's hard to fake genuine pleasure." He says,

You quirk a challenging eyebrow and do something he in no way expected.

You straddle his lap your eyes gazing into his own as you make yourself comfortable on his lower body. He tilts his head up to you.

"What are you doing?" He questions holding his arms firmly at his sides.

If he lets his inhibitions lower, god knows he's gonna spread you open and fuck you till you cry.

"Proving a point." You whisper as you run a suggestive hand down his chest, as you begin circling your hips, your warm, pj covered pussy rubbing against Sugurus clothed cock, in the same motion you'd more likely than not ride him in.

You make a face like he's really inside of you fucking you. Sighing breathlessly throwing your head back and let out a breathy moan

you whine and moan like it's the best sex you've ever had as you start grinding into him like he's really about to make you cum.

"Fuck it's so good Suguru!" You fake moan wrapping your arms around his neck.

His breath shallows, closing his eyes basking in the feeling of you to grinding into his dick.

His cock is aching ready to fuck into you.

Letting you do this is so stupid.

He shouldn't be doing this with you let alone the fact you're taken. Still he can't bring himself to stop you.

It feels good.

So good.

Suguru bites his lips letting you unknowingly pleasure him until you eventually still your hips, and stop proving your point. Looking down at him a a satisfied grin on your lips.

"See, it's not hard to fake." You say with a shrug.

He doesn't respond.

He just looks at you his body aching to do something anything to relieve his aching erection.

"What's wrong? You seem antsy?"

He knows what you're doing.

Because it's what he does to women all the time.

He loves intimidating them. But it seems like for the first time he's on the other side of it.

He's not in control like he normally is. He's not the dominant one. You're both dominant.

Both commanding and controlling. And now it's a battle. A battle for who's the strongest.

'She needs a man that'll put her in her place.'

Satorus words ring loudly in his ear.

Is that what you need?

A man that's simply stronger, better, smarter than you.

You need a man that challenges you. A man that pushes back?

You smirk when you see the gears turn and you  feel his hard cock twitch under your weight.

"Is that you're phone or are you just happy to see me?" You ask,

He licks his dry lips.

“Let’s fuck.” Suguru breathlessly pleads.

You run a thumb over his cheek as you shake your head.

"You're such a sweet, kind, and virtuous guy Suguru, stop pretending you're tougher than you are." You whispered leaning into his face.

"You should stick to girls your own age for now.” You begin moving off his lap.

But he stops you.

A fist catches in your hair and you gasp at the sudden movement because you genuinely didn't expect him to grab you like that.

A hand on your throat and a firm fist in your hair keeping you completely at his mercy.

"S-Suguru." You call out.

"You wanna know what it feels like when a man makes you cum so hard you lose your sense of self?" He questions, you can't talk because how he's holding you is borderline painful.

"Lemme show you."

"Wait Suguru we can't-." You plead.

He doesn't respond he just pulls the front of your tank down exposing you chest or his hungry eyes.

You yelp in shock and gasp when his lips wrap around your cold nipple warming it with his spit and swirling his tongue around the bud.

He watches as you turn your head away, trying to escape the embarrassment of his sucking you there.

A low rumble of a chuckle erupts form his throat.

"Don't look away like you're some innocent girl that doesn't know what she's doing, you know what the fuck you're doing." He seethes ripping the tank top off your body with his bare hands groping the soft skin of your flesh..

"I was only joking Suguru, I'm sorry!" You say

"You know how I feel about you that shits not funny." He spits, holding both your wrists in one of his hands.

You shake your head.

"I was teasing just let go!"

"Like that makes it better." He says, holding your wrists tighter as he forces his right hand down your shorts, cupping your naked pussy as you squeal and yelp for him to stop.

"You're pussy is so wet." He says slapping his pointer finger on your opening rubbing up and down the slit.

He wasn't lying either you're soaked.

"Stop Suguru I have a boyfriend." You protest in a drawn out whine.

"Believe me I know. He's the same piece of shit that has you sad all the time. You don't love him."

"Maybe not but I owe him loyalty."

"Loyalty?" Suguru chuckles.

"Loyalty? I'm sorry, does he know you grind on other guys? Does he know you walk around half naked so men look at you? I can guarantee he doesn't so where is the loyalty in that?"

"I'm sure if he found out what you just did to me he'd drop you like a hot potato. You're a disgrace rubbing your pussy on your under classmen like that."

He scolds slipping a long hard finger inside you. You gasp and he groans at how tight you feel around just his finger.

"Jesus Senpai, look how wet you are." He holds his fingers to your face, his digits soaked in your arousal. He watches as an embarrassed expression comes onto your face as you shrink away from the sight.

You keep running.

"What did I say?" He questions, he lifts you up by your thighs like you weigh nothing, heading to the bedroom just a few feet away, before he throws you onto the bed.

He's ripping his pants off along with his underwear before he can even consider how bad of an idea this is, but his cock is so red and sensitive.

He's not sure he's ever been this hard in his life.

He watches you as he fists himself. He needs to fuck.

He groans working his hand up and down getting himself nice and stiff for your pussy.

"Spread your legs."

"Suguru-."

"Spread them."

"Suguru I can't-."

"Stop acting like you don't want this. Like you don't want me. I know you do."

"Okay! I do, like I truly do. But Naoya, I'm not saying this because I love him, I'm saying this because he'll come after you if he finds out."

"I can keep a secret." He tells you as he climbs onto the bed his large frame hovering over you as he slaps his cock against your wet cunt.

"Can you?" He questions.

He rubs himself up and down your slit.

"Tell me you want this Senp- Y/n."

Your name tastes like honey on his tongue. He hopes to say it a lot from now on.

"Tell me I haven't been crazy thinking you want me too."

You shake your head and cup his cheek.

"Naoya will kill you, we can't." You say in a soft voice. Sugurus smile drops into a scowl at the mention of your boyfriend.

A scowl that is morphed into an open mouthed gasp as he pushes inside, you gasp your hands shooting up to push against his chest as he forces himself inside.

"It's too much, you're too big!" You cry and he shakes his head holding your wrists over your head.

Kissing your tear stained cheeks.

He doesn't listen. All he can think about is Satorus words.

And Suguru thinks his friend is right because despite your protests and the way you cry for him to stop.

You're soaking wet and he can feel your cunt squeeze him. It wants him, it wants to force his cum out and into it.

You want this, you're just to proud to admit it to him to yourself.

He's helping you.

Helping you be honest.

"Suguru we can't, we can't." You cry, as he rubs your clit making your eyes roll a bit.

"This is what you deserve." He whispers suddenly flipping you on your stomach.

"This is what easy whores like you deserve." He pushes his cock back into you earning another loud moan from you.

His hands hold onto your waist for support as he more or less Jack rabbits into you.

"Say it. Say you're a worthless whore." He taunts. You let out a sob as he feels you fuck back on his dick. Your pussy throbbing and sobbing on his dick.

You wanna cum.

"I-I'm a worthless whore." You sob, he smiles and  pushes his cock back in.

He can tell you don't know what you're gonna do with yourself as you drool over yourself his cock screwing you.

Your whole body shudders when you cum, clear liquid coating the base of his cock.

He almost feels bad for you because clearly Naoya has been neglecting you but he also can't help but feel elated by what he's seeing.

You look so stupid, so dumb on his cock, he loves seeing you so completely weak and at his mercy.

You, his strong upperclassmen reduced to nothing but a hole.

His hole.

Soon, his own release catches after him, his hips stuttering as he feels his balls tighten, his jaw tightens as he dumps his warm load in your cunt.

"Shit." He moans as he cums deep in your pussy. His body shaking with pleasure.

"Thank you." You cry. "For everything, for the helping me on the mission. For this..thank you."

He shakes his head rubbing your ass softly.

"Senpai, don't thank me with your words from now on." He says pulling his softening erection from you, watching his cum drip onto the motel bed.

"Thank me with your body."

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[daddysuga101]

Satoru x Reader

Drabble~

Warnings: virginity loss, no protection, blood, cum, short little idea I had

“It hurts Toru.” You whine wrapping your arms around his neck trying to keep yourself from running from the sharp and heavy penetration.

He kisses your cheek stilling his hips.

“I know it hurts.” He tells you. “But I thought you promised to be a good girl and take it?” He teased in your ear. You whined again hot tears staining your cheek and Satoru kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry it hurts. Is it that bad?” He questions his hand holding your face still so he can look you in the eyes.

You shake your head.

“It just stings a little.” You explain.

“I know it stings, I don’t.. mean to be rough. I’m not used to fucking virgins.”

“We’re not fucking, were making love.” You correct. He laughs.

“Okay I’m not used to making love to virgins.” He says with a playful roll of his eyes.

“Ex virgin.” You correct once more in a huff, sweat beading done your face as he pushes another painful inch inside.

He chuckles wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Yeah I guess you aren’t my good girl virgin anymore.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a good girl, or an angel, I’m a woman. Treat me like it Satoru.” You tell him in a whiny tone.

“Okay if you’re not my good girl what does that make you huh? My whore? You wanna be my whore?” He asks, you nod rapidly. He smiles wide.

“Okay, you gotta stop crying then let me break you in though.” He says pushing in once more. And with that final thrust pushes inside fully.

You let out a hushed sob.

“Oh god.” You cry.

“I know baby.” He says,

looking down to where he’s shoved inside you. His cock feels suffocated in you. He can tell your pussy isn’t used to to this.

It’s so innocent the way it flutters around him. The way it squeezes and contracts in pathetic attempts to remove the foreign object from inside it.

Blood trickles in between where his cock and your pussy meet and he can’t stop the wide smile that spreads across his features.

He hopes you don’t notice how his looking at you.

He hopes you can’t see the way he eyes your pussy like he’s claimed it.

But that is what he’s done, isn’t it?

You’re a 23 year old virgin.

He’s 29, he’s fucked his way through so many women and you.

Sweet innocent you.

Wouldn’t let any man even touch your pussy.

But you let him.

You let him inside you.

You’re his now.

“Satoru.” You call out when you see the scary but sexy grin he had on his face.

His face reddens and his smile grows so wide he has to now hide his face in your neck.

“What is it?” You question.

“Nothing it’s just..” He pulls his cock out a little.

“You’re really mine now.” He says pushing back in. You gasp digging your nails into his hard pale back. He bites his lip.

“That’s it baby scar me. Make me bleed.” He says in your ear as his thrusts began to pick up pace.

You’ve never seen him like this. He looks absolutely elated. Absolutely high off of what he’s doing to you.

He looks scary.

And you’re scared by how much it makes you want more.

Soon his thrusts go from painful to tolerable to pleasurable.

“Oh god Toru.” You whine against him.

You don’t warn him when you cum. You just clamp down around his naked cock and he swears he almost nuts in you.

You regret letting him convince you to fuck you raw, because if he feels half as good as you do right, now he’s gonna cum inside.

And he wants too really bad. He wants to see the blood of your virgin pussy mixed with his cum. He wants to cum in you so many times you’ll have no choice but to be pregnant.

God he wants to just burn the box of condoms he has in his room and just fuck you raw always.

He wants to fuck you into the mattress and breed you like a animal.

But he can’t.

So he reluctantly and irritatedly pulls his red, hard, aching cock out and fists himself. Releasing his load on your swollen, bloody pussy.

He stares down you his face covered in sweat, his back covered in scratches and scraps. He looks utterly spent, like he’s ready to more or less pass out.

“Don’t ever let me convince you to fuck you without a condom ever again.” He says pointedly.

“I swear to god next time I’ll get you pregnant if I do.” He says before falling on top of you.

“What if I want that-.”

“Don’t.” He warns.

“I don’t have enough self control to take a joke like that.” He says, you chuckle softly as he kissed your face and cheek.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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[daddysuga101]

You want what you can’t have: Part 3

Suguru x reader x Satoru

Warnings: naoya zenin, misogyny, mentions of sex,  substance abuse, ART IS MINE‼️

Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/daddysuga101/720237426974556160/you-want-what-you-cant-have-part-one

Par 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/daddysuga101/720344475594063872/we-want-what-we-cant-have-part-2

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Suguru is a borderline alcoholic, pot head and he knows it. The drugs and drinking were just for fun at first but now he uses them to cope with his issues.

The same issues that are why instead of dancing his heart out and preforming the ritual with you, he's sitting on the porch. Watching you from a distance. A bottle of rum in one hand and a joint in the other.

"There you are." An Agitated voice says. Suguru lifts his head to see Shoko storming towards him a scowl on her features.

"Oh look it's Shoko! How lovely..." Suguru grimaced.

"Jerking off to your own misery huh?" Shoko questions pulling the bottle from his grasp.

"Hey." He called out weakly.

"What the hell are you even doing over here?"

"I was drinking and getting high but clearly I'm not allowed to do that so.." Suguru says with a sarcastic shrug.

"Youre a pathetic piece of shit you know that?"

"I'm well aware." Suguru says with a strained smile.

"Well while you're here sulking, Y/n is out there with Gojo." Shoko said, Suguru pulled another pre rolled joint from his pocket lighting it and shrugging.

"No shit, I knew she would be. Why'd you think I came here to get fucked up?" He asked before taking a hit, as if it were obvious. "I wouldn't have hung her out to dry."

Shoko scoffs, her dark eyes narrowing in a disapproving look.

One that might've made Suguru feel a little guilty, if it weren't for the fact he's already beat himself down mentally to the point he can't really feel much right now.

And the alcohol helps too.

"You know, one day Gojo and Y/n might date, they might even fall and love, get married, have kids. They will live a happy good life, and you'll spend the rest of yours wishing you did something. Anything. You'll wished you would have fought for her." Shoko says.

Suguru hates her words because he knows their true. Sugurus least favorite emotion is regret, because there's nothing quite like wanting to redo something that you have no ability to go back and redo.

Time always moves forward. And the only thing we're allowed to do is look back on it. But we're never allowed to change it, so maybe Shokos right.

Maybe Suguru will be fifty still staring at you with the same longing he does now. Maybe he'll babysit your and Satorus kid fantasizing about a world were he had a baby with you.

Oh god.

Would he want that?

To have a baby? With you?

His face flushed considerably more at the thought of your stomach swollen and heavy with his child. He shook his head and the thought away.

He's too young to be thinking about kids, much less kids with a woman that might not speak to him after he bailed on her with no explanation.

He knows you would understand his circumstances if he explained them but he'd if prefer you didn't know the exact details. He doesn't want you to look at him like the shit show he is.

He needs you to be able to comfortably put the weight of your problems on him, not become a problem for you.

"You're right." Suguru admitted, earning a more than shocked expression from Shoko. "I'll talk to her once things calm down a bit."  Suguru says putting his suit jacket back on.

Shoko gives him an approving nod.

"Good, don't fuck this up." She says turning to leave.

"Oi!" Suguru called out after her. Shoko stops turning her head a little over her shoulder.

"Why do you care so much about whether I get with her or not? Not like there's anything in it for you." Suguru pointed out. Shoko shrugged strands of black falling messily over her forehead as the wind blows.

"Let's just say I'm tired of the love triangle with you three." Shoko says. "I also would like to see Gojo lose, just this once." Shoko says as she decends down the stairs.

Suguru almost laughs but he doesn't because he has as a lot to think about.

An apology first and foremost.

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20 minutes post inauguration

For the first time tonight it was quiet.

So quiet.

After all the fuss and congratulations, you needed this space to yourself. Just a second to fully unwind.

But clearly the universe hates you because just in that moment, a knock on your door comes.

It interrupts your thoughts and your moment to unwind. That you would have been enjoying a lot much more, if it wasn't for your too expensive bra digging into your back. Under your equally too expensive dress.

"Satoru it's really not a good-."

Not Satoru.

"Suguru." You breathe. He gives you a small smile. nodding to where your hands were fiddling with your dress.

"You okay?" He questions. You eyed him wide-eyed and a little confused.

You told yourself when you saw him again tonight you'd do something. You weren't sure what that thing would be though, maybe you would yell or scream at him or tell him to kick rocks, but you didn't do that.

"Yeah um, it's my dress." You explain, he puts his hands in his pockets approaching you slowly, tantalizingly. The way only Suguru Geto could.

He steps behind you leaving not even an inch between you two as he stares at you through the mirror.

"How can I help?" He questions. You swallow, it's not preferred but you need the help.

"Um, are you fimaliar with bra hooks?" You ask. He gives you a smirk his eye brows wiggling knowingly. You roll your eyes at his insinuation.

He clears his throat.

"I am." He straightens up.

"Theres um, a part of my bra, a hook, that's digging into my back. If you could like, find it and push it back." You tell him his eyes never leaving yours through the reflection. You aren't sure how but this eye contact is even more nerve racking then face to face eye contact.

He pushes the thin straps of your dress top down his hand running over the fabric looking for the faulty hook in your bra.

"You look stunning tonight if you didn't already know that." He whispers into your hair. Your breath shudders, his voice, his hands. All of it is so overwhelming.

Its so consuming you forgot you were supposed to be mad at him. He screwed you over, if it werent for Satoru you would have been done for, but clearly that didnt matter to Suguru.

"There it is." Suguru murrmered more to himself than you. He fixes the hook running a soothing finger at the place the hook left a harsh mark.

"I feel bad for girls, this looks awful." He says. You nod turning away from the mirror to face him, actually face him, you regretted that decision.

You were wrong. He looked even more sinful face to face.

People like him and Satoru shouldn't exist. Their so unreal. So effortlessly beautiful it honestly shocked you at times.

"I watched you know. You looked so beautiful out there today, all pretty and sweet. I won't be shocked if every clan member this side of the world throws their son at you." He joked,

You didn't laugh.

Instead your face stayed neutral and you turned your back to him. Pretending to look for something in your vanity.

Time for pay back.

"Thanks for your help Suguru you can go." You say coldly if.

He licks his dry lips but makes no sign of leaving. Instead he leans against the dresser eyeing you, watching you so hard you wanna punch him. (You almost do)

"Can I help you?" You question.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"That." He says gesturing to your whole person. You furrow your eyebrows. You're feeling petty now.

"And what is that I'm doing that's so bothersome?"

"Being all cold to me. I don't like it. I don't like this."

"Yeah and I don't like being screwed over." Your counter. He runs a tired hand over his face.

"Listen something came up and Satoru and I had a-."

"Tiff, I know." You say irritatedly. "But what does that have to do with me? If you argue with Satoru why are you punishing me for it?" You question.

His eye brows scrunch in worry.

He looks like he's itching to explain what happened in the full context. Like he's almost frustrated by your refusal to understand.

But he's not giving you the full context so what are you supposed to think?

"I'm not punishing you, sweet thing." He says trying to touch your neck the way he always does when he wants to get back in your good graces.

You smack his hand away and his face falls a little.

"Don't try to ignore the issue here, I'm gonna ask you something and answer honestly. What happened, actually?" You question.

His eyes dart around the room. He's looking for a lie, you know he is because he only looks around like this when he's uncomfortable or cornered.

You scoff.

He opens his mouth to speak and honestly you don't want to hear it anymore. You don't want the lies or the half truths that come with Suguru, you just want honesty.

"Don't, I don't wanna hear it." You say sternly cutting him off. "I don't wanna hear you lie to me."

"Y/n I-." Suguru tries to explain once again but is promtly interrupted when the door to the dressing room swings open revealing a too excited Noaya.

"Holy fuck, you are something else." He says a wide smile planted on his face. "Make sure you come down soon dinner is almost ready, we aren't done celebrating you." He said brightly.

"I'll be down in a minute." You say before turning back towards Suguru. "I'll see you down there, or not." You mutter leaving Suguru alone in the dressing room.

"Fuck." He whispered running a hand over his face.

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Dinner was about as awkward as three of you  thought it'd be.

Unsaid apologies and regrets hung in the air surrounding them.

Your inauguration was a success but your relationships.

They were strained. Very obviously too.

"That went very well." Naoya spoke up in the dead silence. You all didn't like Naoya that much but you couldn't lie how greatful you were for him breaking up the silence.

"She's truly the enchantress they said she was. You are like a siren." Naoya says lifting his eyes towards your own.

You smile at the compliment, it's one of those gentle sweet smiles that make men wanna marry you, and makes Suguru wanna kidnap you and lock you away somewhere safe.

The idea of that becomes more appealing everyday.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken Geto, but weren't you supposed to accompany her during the inauguration?" Naoya questions.

"I was."

"You must be so disappointed you missed the opportunity, hell if I were you I'd be real regretful when saw her in that get up dancing with someone else when it could've been me."

Shoko looks at Naoya then at Suguru waiting for something, for what she wasn't sure.

"You too agree she looked beautiful, didn't she Geto?" Naoya questioned taking a bite of his steak with a faux innocent expression on his face.

He's trying to get a reaction out of him, that was clear. And Suguru wasn't taking the bait.

"She did." Suguru agreed neutrally.

"I don't think you need him to tell you that Naoya. It's obvious." Satoru interjected.

"I'm glad you two agree. However, forgive my curiosity, is she dating one of you?....Both of you?" Naoya questions as casually as someone would ask for the time.

You almost choke on your steak. Suguru glares at the blonde while Satoru only gives Naoya a bright smile.

"Why would that even concern you?" Satrou asked leaning back in his chair. "You wanna watch or something cuck boy?" He asked with a smirk. You fight a face palm.

Naoya scoffs wiping his face with a napkin.

"Just a question" He remarks with a shrug. "I mean most of the elders are dying to know. She is the most desired woman in jujustu tec. People wanna know if she's been claimed or not." Naoya explained.

It's your turn to be irritated.

"Claimed?" You asked. That word leaves a fowl taste in your mouth. "Am I a dog?"

"To most men here yes."

"And to you?" You question.

"I'm just trying to be honest Y/n."

"So am I, I'm not some trophy wife whose only value is put on who I am and am not fucking." You argue. "Just being honest." You say with a passive aggressive smile.

"Well if you want honesty we can start by saying you could stand to lose the bitchy attitude. It's not attractive." He says.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" You question standing to your feet.

"Oh god." Yabishido murmured noticing the growing hostility.

The future head of the Zenin clan stands to his feet as well walking over to you in a slow intimidating pace.

"Y/n." He starts coming face to face with you.

"I was going to put this to you gently but I see you're the more mouthy type, so I won't hold my tongue. Your only value as a female jujutsu sorcerer is to find an equally or more powerful man and have his offspring. That is your purpose." He explains.

You scowl at him.

"So is that what this ceremony was? An auction?" You question. He smirks not hiding the fact he keeps staring at your tits every ten seconds or so.

"More or less." He says. "A woman's womb is the most valuable part of her. You need understand that sooner or later." He tells you.

"And if you think for one second, you are anything but a cum dump you are sorely mistaken." Naoya whispered in your ear raising his hand to touch your stomach.

"So be a good girl and just get married, be a mom. That's your job." He says. A large hand shoves Naoya away from you, causing him to stumble over a bit.

"Touch her again you'll lose that hand." Satoru threatened. Naoya raised his hands in the air in surrender.

"Easy there no need for violence Gojo."

"Well, this has been unpleasant as always Naoya." You said with a passive aggressive smile before practically storming out the dining room.

"Y/n!" Suguru shouted, running after you. Satoru's eyes followed where they went, ready to go himself.

"You and him are pathetic, you're both so in love with her it's almost embarrassing. But go ahead." Naoya starts. "Go ahead, go run after her like the good dog you are." Naoya said to Satoru.

—-

"Who the hell does he think he is?" You question pushing past the threshold of the dressing room door.

"Fuck him, you don't have to take that." Suguru says.

"Everyone wants to tell me what I can't do,  what I can't know. I'm fucking sick of it." You say your chest heaving in pure frustration.

"Not me, I'd never make you feel like that."

"But you do make me feel like that." You say exhasburatedly.

"What?"

"What did you and Satoru fight about? Why didn't you show up like you said you would? Why weren't you there for me?"

"Y/n I-."

"Honest, Suguru. Please. I need you to be honest." You say grasping his hand squeezing it in your palm. His eye brows furrow in frustration. He knows your coaxing it out of him. But the way your looking at him, those big pleading eyes how on earth could he deny you?

"My wasn't my argument with Satoru wasn't the only thing that made me not go..., It was my argument with Yuri." He says finally.

"Who the hell is Yuri?"

"You don't know her. But you're right, you should know what happened, you should know we fought about you." He says. Your eyes widen.

"Me? You fought over me? What the hell was it even about?" You questioned. He stepped impossibly  closer to you. His hand reaching up to grasp your necklace fondling it in his hand before looking up in your eyes.

"We fought," He starts. His eye brows furrowed.

"We fought. Because I'm in love with you."

There are some sentences throughout the world that require some preparation of the other person before telling them. This includes but not limited to, bad health news, death in the family, financial ruin. And somewhere on that list is love confessions.

"Wha-what did you just say?" You ask. He steps closer to you his eyes burning holes through your own.

"I said I am in love with you." He says again flatly. His voice is as neutral as it would be if he were telling you the weather.

Who even confesses like this? All calm and cool.

"Things were said. Things that really got to me. I let myself get in my own head and I had an episode..."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" You question cupping the side of his face worriedly.

"I'm fine. But you were right, you deserved to know." He said. You nodded happy he was honest. You were even more happy he was feeling better.

But the elephant in the room was glaringly obvious. And it couldn't be ignored.

"Listen Suguru, I-."

"Don't." He says firmly. "Don't  accept it, don't reject it. Either way you answer will change us in a way that scares me so don't say anything." He tells you. You nod dumbly still shocked, still confused.

"Is there anything else I should know?" You chuckle dryly.

"Satorus in love with you too." He drops. Your eyes about pop out of your head. "Thats part of why him and I fought earlier."

"A while ago we found out we both had feelings for you. We thought it should be neither of us because we're both god awful with even worse families. But I want you so bad. And so does he."

"So when he found out that I would be presenting you for the ceremony he got jealous. The same way I would get jealous if it were him and not me. We're both obsessed with you Y/n." He explained.

"But you knew that already, right?" A voice says, Satoru appearing from the doorway. And suddenly you're cornered by two tall strong men that both admitted their love for you.

"I-I didn't know."

"You're so naive." Satoru says with a sly but strained smile.

"Why do you think when guys got too close we'd chase em away hm?" He questions,

"And don't say some stupid shit about it being 'brotherly love'." Suguru says harshly taking a cigarette out his jacket pocket. "Brothers don't wanna fuck their sisters."

"Not the normal ones at least." Gojo joked earning a elbow in his rib from Suguru.

You swallow looking between the two men unable to truly fathom what was happening. They confessed, now their awaiting what exactly?

"Dont look so nervous cupcake." Toru' teased. "Like Suguru said we don't want a response or anything we just thought you should know." Satoru said with a shrug.

"Okay then, thank you for tell me." You say, Satoru nods.

"I mean to be honest I didn't know he was gonna confess for me but here we are." He said with a chuckle.

"Just be grateful you didn't confess drunk or something light weight."

"Yeah but you stole my thunder, ass clown."

"Is it, really okay if I don't answer now?" You ask the boys. They look at you like you're talking absolutely crazy.

"Like Suguru said it's preferred. Plus it wouldn't be a good idea for you to answer unless the answer is neither or both." Satoru explained with a casual shrug.

"B-Both?" You asked. The boys looked at each other before looking at you.

"I mean god gave you more than one place to put a cock love." Suguru said pulling a chuckle from Satoru. You don't laugh instead your eyes all but fall out of your skull.

"Sorry bad joke." Suguru said.

"It doesn't matter though. Because we can keep our hands to ourselves for the time being, and you just keep being our friend." Satoru says.

"Nothing has to change. Not unless you want it to.” Satoru says with a graze of your cheek with his finger.

“What happens if I do? Where do we go from there?” You question. Suguru and Satoru look at each other giving the other a knowing glance.

Their doing that thing were their speaking to each other without actually talking. They look back at you their eyes turning serious.

“What are you saying sweetheart?” Suguru asks.

“I’m saying what if I do..want..to..”

“To what? Use your words properly.” Satoru said.

“I wanna..I wanna be with both of you. I know that sounds bad and I know you said you didn’t want me to decide now but it’s what I want. You’re both what I want.” You admit your eyes looking at the floor because you swear if you look at them you’ll melt.

“You have no idea how happy that makes us. But you need to understand the situation properly Y/n. Don’t get into something you can’t handle.” Suguru says.

It’s warning. He’s genuinely warning you and you can’t tell if your grateful or scared.

“I can handle it.”

“You get involved with us, you have to understand we do not share. I don’t care if you’re best friends with a mother fucker you let ‘em touch you anywhere there will be problems.” Satoru says putting his hand in the wall by your head.

“We’re serious Y/n. You do this, you’re ours. Mind, body, soul.” Suguru said putting a hand on the other side of your head.

“I can handle it told you-.”

“Ever had two guys at once? Ever been fucked in your pussy while someone else used your mouth?” Satoru asked.

“Don’t be crude.” Suguru chastised.

“She should know what we’re gonna do her.” Satoru argued with a shrug still eyeing you.

“I agree, but not too much too soon.” Suguru said back.

“You should know I’m not a prude.” You speak up. They both look at you their eyes encouraging you to go on.

“I can fuck too.” You say confidently. They both give you the same sinister smirk that makes you lose every ounce of confidence.

“Oh yeah?” Satoru asks, Suguru speaking up next.

“Why don’t you show us then?”

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You want what you can’t have: Part 2

Warnings: mention of self harm, sexual situations, art is mine‼️

Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/daddysuga101/720237426974556160/you-want-what-you-cant-have-part-one

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40 minutes till inauguration.

You close your eyes taking deep breaths calming your nerves as the hour draws nearer.

Your eyes are shut and your hands are twitching in your lap. Your senses are in absolute disarray.

Suguru was right when he said you needed to believe you could do it otherwise you won't be able to. You know you need to get out of your own head.

You know you need to understand that there is some things that you can't predict. Some things you can't control.

You've done everything you could've at this point all that's left is doing the damn spell itself.

No pressure..

You sigh deeply inhaling then exhaling even deeper, when a knock on your bedroom door gets your attention.

You assumed Suguru or Satoru maybe even Shoko but nope. Who's at your door isn't a friend or someone you're close with it's..

"Zenin?" You ask surprised to see him. He gives you a soft smile but you know better than to take it at face value.

Naoya Zenin is infamous in the world of jujutsu. He is undoubtably powerful, intimidatingly so.

For that people worshiped him. But they also were smart enough to fear him. He was dangerous and often times unpredictable.

Hell, if he weren't so powerful and beautiful he'd probably be locked away for being utterly deranged.

But when you're rich, your practically untouchable.

Toru' told you once that the more powerful someone is, weather it be financially or physically. The harder it is to remain caring and empathetic.

He said that the more access to resources, and having no good people in your life, the easier it is for them to become out of touch.

The easier it is for them to lose their humanity.

You deduce that's what happened to Naoya. You're sure he wasn't always the pompous prick you see standing across from you.

You're sure at one point he was probably more than just the shell of a man you see.

"Y/n?" He calls out snapping you out of your thoughts. You spring to your feet and bow.

"Hello Zenin." You say mentally kicking yourself for the fact you didn't get up earlier.

"Please, bowing is unnecessary."

"Sorry, Zenin...sir." You say standing up straight again. He smiles at your obvious uncomfortable look.

"Y/n, you call Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru by their first names. No need for silly formalities like that with me. Call me Naoya." He urges.

"That feels disrespectful to yo-."

"I insist." He pushes.

"Alright. How can I help you.. Naoya?" You question, earning a smirk from him that makes you wish you stuck to your guns about how uncomfortable it made you.

"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you how excited I am. I mean to be the first sorcerer in your blood line, then to also get inaugurated is no small feat. Your family must be proud." He says.

"I wouldn't know," You shrug. "They don't live here in Japan. I mean obviously." You say gesturing to your whole person.

"I do hope they make you feel welcomed here and in Japan as a whole. Being the only foreign girl amongst your friends.. must be a little lonely." He says as he looks around your room curiously, but you'd say he's being nosy.

"It can be." You agree. "But my friends never leave me out or make me feel stupid for not being able to pronounce some things in Japanese and their always really patient so it's fine." You answer.

He smiles walking over to you his height becoming more apparent as he gets closer.

To be fair he's not Satoru tall but still..

"You are something else Y/n I hope you know that. So powerful, yet still so feminine and beautiful. Men must flock to you like dogs. Pour Gojo and Geto have their work cut out for them." He says grazing your arm with his hand.

"Thank you Naoya. That's very kind."

He beamed.

"You know," He starts in a low voice. "Despite my vast number of experience, I've never been with a foreign woman before." He says his eyes not leaving yours when he says it.

You chuckle nervously.

"I'm sure you'll get the chance one day."

He nods.

"I'm sure I will." He says matter of factly. You nod awkwardly. And it's like god sent her to you himself, because just in that moment Shoko barges in.

"Let's go Y/n, we don't have all-. Oh. Zenin." Shoko said, before looking back at you. "Am I interrupting something?"

His mouth twitches into a smirk at that comment.

"No! No, um Naoya was just leaving." You say, he smiles kindly at her.

"That's right. I'll see you ladies at the ceremony." He says walking past you then Shoko.

The dark haired girl takes a puff of her cigarette before eyeing you.

"If you're fucking him I'm going to kill you."

"Jesus Shoko I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot poll." You say, she chuckles putting out her cigarette on the ash tray she left in your room a while back.

"It's almost time. You gonna be okay?" She asked. You nod.

"I'll be fine. It's just a spell, I've done tons of those. Granted not as complicated but still. A spell is a spell." You say, She nods hugging you from behind.

"I love you Y/n." She tells you, "I'll be cheering you on so don't fuck up yeah?" She says. You giggle.

"Yeah." You say with a wide smile. 20 minutes till show time.

"Hey by the way have you seen Suguru?"

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Yuri Atayama was 21 when she met Suguru Geto.

He was rich. Powerful. Tall.

Everything any girl could want in a man.

She wasn't the prettiest of her friends. She disliked her lips and hated her nose even more.

She was used to being invisible with her friends. Guys coming up to all of them but her. But one day that changed. Because he changed that.

When she met him. Out of all her gorgeous friends, he only seemed to be interested in her.

And to say that felt good was an understatement. To be desired is as intoxicating as the hardest drug. It feels so good you’d do anything to keep feeling that way.

Anything.

When he kissed her their first night together, it was like experiencing fireworks indoors...

Absolutely electric and irrevocably dangerous.

She knew better than to fall for him.

But she did anyway.

Despite his flakiness and tendency to fuck her and leave right after, she believed that if she held out for long enough; she’d get to have him.

A part of her knew it was a pipe dream though. After all he was in love with someone else. He never admitted that out loud, she just knew.

One night Geto got too drunk and while fucking her called her a name with so much passion, so much love, a name that sounded like a weight on his tongue.

A name that wasn't hers.

"Y/n. Oh fuck please baby." He moaned into Yuris shoulder.

The sex was different that night, he got drunk and fucked her that was normal.

What wasn't normal was how he fucked her. It wasn't rushed or dirty the way it normally was. It was still dirty though, really fucking dirty.

But that night he didn't fuck her like a calculated sex god. He fucked her like he loved her. Like he had no control of his own body, like she was everything to him.

But she wasn't.

His hips met hers in a slow sinful pace. So slow and loving if Yuri wasn't careful, she'd start believing the soft way he was pushing in and out of her was for her not for Y/n.

In this moment, and in his inebriated state she could pretend.

Couldn't she have that?

——

But it was rare for him to fuck her drunk, so rough fucking it was.

Hard thrust after hard thrust.

It was hard not to compare this to how he fucked her when he was drunk. But it felt so good. So fucking good she can't help but cum around him.

—

"Did you finish?" She whispered, her body limp and light from the orgasm, he pulled out from her. He nodded.

"Yeah." He answered rolling off of her pulling his pants over his waist. She looked at the clock. It was late.

But it was the weekend maybe..

She smiled sitting up wrapping her arms around his strong body.

"When will I see you again?" She asked hopeful he’d stay.

"Soon." He answered. She felt a familiar ache in her chest. Soon always meant a week, two weeks, a month. She just wanted him to stay for once just stay.

"Maybe we cou-."

"I'll see you later okay?" He asks leaving her alone.

—-

She shouldn't have been surprised when four weeks passed since they've talked. She knew this would happen. It always does.

It didn't make it hurt any less.

But the need to see him, to rekindle things. It's what made her text him to come see her.

"What's the emergency?" Suguru questioned walking down the stairs of his school entrance to see her.

And honestly she's not sure. She doesn't know why she came. Maybe to prove something to him, to herself.

For some reason she could feel him slipping away. Like whatever they had was holding on by a thread that was due to snap at any moment.

He needs to know.

If they cut this off, if they never speak to each other again. She has to at least let him know.

"I just want you to know, that......that I love you." She finally spits out. She's not sure what she expected. Maybe a confession, a kiss.

She doesn't know. But she definitely didn't like the outcome.

"What the fuck Yuri? I do not have time for this."

"Why don't you care about me?" She asked.

Suguru stopped in his tracks letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Yuri.."

" I let you fuck me, touch me, use me however you want and yet you don't give a fuck. After all that how could you not care."

"I am sorry you feel the way you do and I'm sorry I made you feel this way but I really need to go now."

"What about me? Are you not even going to apologize for how you've ghosted me for the last month??"

"Apologize? For what? I don't know how to make this clearer to you. You aren't my girlfriend, you are my fuck buddy. I fuck you and then we pretend the other doesn't exist till I wanna fuck you again. That's how this works. I don't owe you consistent communication."

"You're in love with someone right?...Y/n?"

"How do you-."

"You were moaning her name that night we got drunk and fucked. Hell, you moan her name even when you're sober." Her voice cracks as tears spill from her eyes.

"What does she have that I don't?"

"Yuri, I need you to hear me." He says holding her shoulders. "I can not do this shit right now." He says more harsher. Yuri is angry now.

At first it was sadness. But his urgency, his dismissal of her feelings, pulled something bitter and ugly out of her.

"No! Tell me what that whore has that I don't!"

"Watch your fucking mouth when you're talking about her." He warned.

She scoffed loudly shaking her head at his words. But then it hit her.

If he was so in love with you why was he so miserable? Why was he struggling so much? Could it be that..you don't love him back?

Yuri chuckled. Then that chuckle turned into a full on hysterical laugh.

"She doesn't love you back does she? Is that why you're depressed? Why you cut yourself?" She asked mid laugh. He swallowed harshly.

"Yuri." He says in a threatening tone. "Do not go there."

"I get it now. You don't want a woman like me that'll give you her everything." She accuses. "You want a woman that doesn't want you for the same reason you hurt yourself. Because you like the pain, you like punishing yourself."

She laughed.

"That's so pathetic. The woman you love wants nothing to do with you. How does that feel Suguru? How does it feel to know you are to her what I am to you? Huh?! How does it feel to know you're nothing!? You're nothing to her!" She shouted.

Suguru is cruel and cold at times.

And other times he's downright terrifying.

This is one of those times. 

"You don't think I fucking know that?!" He screamed in her face. His eyes wide and threatening.

"I fucking know I can't have her why the fuck you think I'd settle for fucking you? It's not cause you're pretty or smart. It's cause you vaguely resemble her, so when I fuck you from behind I don't have to see your face and can pretend it's her."

Yuris eyes spill with heavy tears. Tears of a reality she already was aware of but just didn't wanna admit.

'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.'

If that's true why does his words feel like a knife being lodged in her chest, twisting it with every new insult and degradation.

"You're not a good person Geto." Yuri says wiping her eyes and walking to her car. “She'll realize that soon enough."

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15 minutes till inauguration

Is that true?

Is he not good?

Can he even define good?

Yes he can define good.

Sometimes the good is hard to see, and sometimes he doesn't even know if he's on the right side of things. He wonders if the people he fights for are even worth fighting for at times.

But something like that is hard to come to terms with. It's why he drowns himself in sex and booze and now he's wondering if it's all catching up to him.

If this ache in his chest is just some form of karmic justice that's long over due.

'You're not a good person Geto, she'll find that out soon enough.'

Fuck her.

Yes he is.

He's good because instead of trying to get with you he didn't.

'Did you do that for her, or for yourself?'

Satorus question is grating against his chest. He thought he was being selfless keeping that promise with Satoru. But was it selfishness? Was it fear that when it all came down to it. You'd pick Satoru and not him?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck." He muttered to himself pulling out a cigarette from his jacket lighting it so fast like he'd die if he didn't smoke.

"Suguru, there you are, the ceremony goes on in ten minutes." Satoru said before taking in Sugurus disheveled appearance.

"What the fuck are you wearing? You need to be ready like now." Satoru said.

"You're right." Suguru said breathlessly. Torus eyebrow furrows.

"I'm selfish. You were right about Y/n, how I only made the deal for myself. It's not your baggage or your issues. It's me, I'm the problem. I do nothing but drag her down." Suguru says his voice cracking.

"Suguru-."

"I can't do this." He said placing his head in his hands. "I'm a fucking mess I can't go out there."

"You can't be serious, you said you'd do it. What the fuck is she supposed to do huh?" Satoru asked. He watched Suguru run an angry hand through his dark hair.

He looked panicked and upset.

Sure Satoru was upset or even jealous after everything went down, earlier but he didn't wanna see him like this.

"You do it." Suguru said.

"I'm sorry?"

"You're better than me. You're put together. You're not falling apart at the fucking seems. I need you to dance with her tonight."

"Suguru-."

"Please, I, I don't, I can't, be around her right now. I don't trust myself and I don't wanna worry her tonight. It's her big night. So please Satoru, please." Suguru begged his dark eyes pleading and desperate.

"I know you wanted this just as bad as me, if you push through you can-."

"Damnit, you ungrateful bastard, just do it! This is what you fucking wanted right?! Stop fucking complaining!" Suguru shouted impatiently.

"I didn't want it like this you dumb fuck! But jesus, fine I'll do it. Just try to calm down, don't do anything stupid. I'll find you after the ceromony." Satoru tells him making his exit.

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2 minutes until inauguration

'Damnit, you ungrateful bastard, just do it! This is what you fucking wanted right?! Stop fucking complaining!'

This is not how, Satoru wanted it. Sure he wanted Sugurus place but not like this.

Not at the expense of his best friend having some sort of psychotic break. Suguru has always been the type to carry things on his shoulders and deal with things alone, so much at some point the weight of his problems crush him.

He wants to be there for him he really does. But he'll deal with him later. What he needed to worry about was you right now.

He pushed through the crowd heading up the small stair case to the main entrance. He stood at the foot of those steps waiting for you to descend down.

In different circumstances he'd be so excited right now. He'd be absolutely elated to be this for you. But it was hard to celebrate when Suguru was mid break down and Satoru was a last minute stand in.

A stand in you weren't aware of.

God he hoped you'd play along when you saw him. He hoped you wouldn't make a fuss. He needs this night to go as smoothly as it can at this point.

Which means he won't tell you about Suguru and his state.

Not yet anyway.

Satoru eyes the clock in the wall, and it's time.

Here we go. When he looks back from the clock that's when he sees you.

"Jesus." Satoru whispered to himself as you made your way down the steps. The dress you were wearing was stunning.

So stunning on you, the way the dress exposed you and hugged your hips and chest.

You looked like pure sin, pure lust.

He could tell the moment you realized he was there and Suguru was no where to be found. Your face makes a confused twitch as you look around find Suguru is no where to be found.

And like the smart girl you are you don't make it a big fuss.

You step down the last step Satoru holding your hand helping you down.

"Wheres Suguru?" You whisper to him.

"Not here."

"Is he okay?" You whisper.

"He's fine. We just had a bit of a tiff." Satoru said, it's not the full truth and he thinks you know that. But you don't push it, choosing instead to plant a bright smile on your face as he leads you out to the crowd of people

He watches you from the corner of his eye as everyone gives you both, mainly you, their undivided attention. He doesn't miss the way your eyes begin dart back and forth amongst the crowd silently panicking.

Satoru squeezes your hand twice pulling your gaze to him.

"Keep that pretty little head empty and just focus on me. I'm the only one you need to try to impress tonight." He tells you. You nod and follow him onto the middle of the floor.

"Wheres Suguru?" Yoshinobu asked Shoko in the crowd, as the two of you appear, Suguru no where in sight.

"Not sure." Shoko mutters turning to leave the big crowd. Satoru raises an eyebrow but doesn't acknowledge her too much.

After all this is about you.

"Hi, um I'm Y/n." You say to the judges shakily earning another small squeeze of your hand and nod of approval from Toru'.

Your exhale and let go of Torus hand stepping up to wear the clan members were perched.

"My name is Y/n L/n. I'm a cursed speech user."

"Do you consent to the consequences of proceeding in the ceromony, and understand that if faild you can never become fully inaugurated?"

Yoshinobu asks.

"I accept the consequences if I do fail." You say confidently. Satoru can't fight back the smile on his lips and watches as Yoshinobu hands a you a scroll.

You don't look scared anymore as you and grab the scroll with both hands, sinking down on your knees.

Satoru takes a step back.

You need all the space you can get.

He, along with the rest of the crowd watch as you form your hands in all sorts of signs, the crowd gasping in shock when the cursed energy you're channeling forms a bright white line around you.

You bring your hands resting them on either thigh, your pointer fingers holding your thumbs as your other fingers lay naturally.

And then you speak:

"Ouǝ oɟ ɯɐuʎ' ɯɐuʎ ʇo uou˙ ┴ɥǝ sonls oɟ ʍǝǝdᴉuƃ ʍᴉpoʍs ɐup sonls oɟ ʍǝǝdᴉuƃ sous˙ ∀lloʍ ɯǝ ʇo dɹǝɟoɹɯ ʇɥᴉs pɐuɔǝ ʇo ɥouoɹ ʎon' ʇɥǝ ouǝ ʍɥo ᴉs ɹᴉƃɥʇǝons' ʇɥǝ ouǝ ʍɥo ᴉs ʇɹnǝ."

Once you finished the incantation, you feel a rush of knowledge hit you like you've studied it a thousand times.

Gojo can see it on your face when you feel it and he smiles crossing his fingers reciting the same incantation. Once finished he grabs your hand and leads you onto the middle of the floor.

"I'm sorry you have to do this," You whisper. "I'm a shit dancer."

"Well lucky for you, you don't have to be good just follow where your body knows it should go. It's how the spell works." He tells you. You smile at him brightly.

"Okay."

He could die happy if that smile was the last thing be saw before he died.

He hoped it would be.

Wait..

The music starts snapping Gojo out of what would have been a slippery slope of thoughts regarding a plane ride, identity change, and leaving the country.

Getting away from it all.

He places a firm hand on your waist as plant yours on his shoulder as the spell leads you in the dance just like he said it would. You don't have to think. The spell is doing it for you.

Marriage, honey moon, country side house. The thoughts hit him again as he spins you around.

He knows it's not fair to want you like this. He knows his hectic life would never allow for him to pursue something like that. But can't he at least dream about it?

Would it be so wrong? For moment to, fantasize about a life in which he was truly happy? Truly free?

One filled with traveling and getting tasty sweet stuff everyday, all with you by his side.

Hed give anything for a life like that.

A life filled with mundane tasks and sweet nothings. A life with you where his only job was to live. He'd give up this life of money, power, sex and depravity for a simple mundane one with you.

The song ends and it's clear you surprised yourself. The crowd claps because you did it perfectly.

You're deserving of your own title that's clear.

But as the music stops Satoru knows what's next is something that he hopes won't scare you too much.

"Now for the hard part." Satoru says in your ear. You blink up at him confused.

Hard part? You thought reciting the incantation on the fly the hard part. The thought rings in your mind as Naoya brings over a large gold box.

"You've proven you're a very capable enchantress. Now it's time for you to make your familial covenant to jujutsu." Naoya says.

"But I thought that was my covenant, didn't I already do it?" You question turning to Gojo for an answer but he doesn't look at you.

Instead he takes the box Naoya is holding and opens it revealing a large blade with markings littering its handle.

Your eyes widen noticeably and all Gojo wants to do is run over to you and tell you it's gonna be okay, but he knows this isn't how this works.

You weren't told about this aspect of the inauguration for the simple fact that you weren't supposed to know.

It's a test as much as it is a covenant.

A test of fear and trust. It's part of why Satoru and Suguru couldn't let you do this with someone you didn't know or trust. You need to feel safe.

Satoru places the knife in his palm lifting his eye line to you.

"You ready?" He asked under his breath.

"I don't know what's going on." You whispered panicked.

"I know you don't. But I need you to trust me." He said back.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be." He urges. "It's all smoke and mirrors. You won't be hurt." He explained but he can see the way you look like you wanna crawl into yourself and he won't let you.

You're too close now.

"Focus, it's me Y/n. I would never do anything I know would hurt you. You know that." He says his sharp blue eyes searching your own. You nodded.

"I know." You say. He nods.

"Is everything alright?" Naoya asked noticing your apprehension, Satoru's nods.

"It's fine. Let's get this over with yeah?" Toru’ says before leaning into your ear.

"Get on your knees." He whispered softly. Your eyes widened but the expression on Satoru's face leaves you no room for argument.

You just sink down on your knees watching as Satoru brought out the sharp knife once again.

"Y/n L/n." Satorus spoke loudly. "Do you accept the responsibility that comes with being the first of your generation? The first of your clan? Are you ready for what it means to combine your name with the rest of the great clans?" He asks.

"I do." You answer looking up at him. He's tall already but he's humongous from down here.

"And do you swear to fight for the betterment of humanity for as long as you shall live?" He asks.

You nod again.

"Words Y/n." He pushes.

"Yes." You answer.

"My name is Satoru Gojo, and with the power invested in me as a representative of the entire  Gojo clan I pronounce Y/n L/n. First generation sorceror, as an official member within the practice of jujutsu." Satoru announces.

A loud applause from erupts from everyone.

You watch as Satoru slices his hand open, barely even flinching when the blade tears through his skin. He wordlessly brings his bloody hand to your lips.

The thick red liquid dripping onto the floor near you.

"Drink." He urges.

You stare at his hand pale and bloody. You inch closer to his hand looking up at him.

"You're not turning me into a vampire are you?"

"No," He laughs. "We just have the seal your covenant in the blood of a powerful clan.”

“Sounds really vampirey.” You half joke. He rolls his eyes playfully.

“It’s a blood bond Y/n. Think of it as signing your name, but more...witchy.  Drink."

You don't argue this time wrapping your lips around the wound drinking his warm coppery blood.

“There you go.” He whispered as you sucked on the wound in his palm. “Atta girl.”

There's something about this that feels too intimate to do in front of all these people.

Drinking from him in front of all these people feels almost as intimate as kissing him, as sleeping with him...

He pulled his hand from you, your eyes dazed a bit and pupils dilated.

You look so beautiful like this. He loves looking at you like this. So kissable, so useable.

"Am I done?" You asked dilierously. He nods.

"Yeah you're done." He says wiping the side of your mouth with his finger.

“Good girl."

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[daddysuga101]

You want what you can’t have: Part one

Suguru x reader x Satoru

Warnings: self pleasure, sexual conversations, predominantly Satoru and Suguru pov, this was way more than I meant to write hence the two-parter

Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/daddysuga101/720344475594063872/we-want-what-we-cant-have-part-2

The light of the tv scrapes over Sugurus eye lids, it's loud.

So loud he can't ignore it once he hears it so he has no choice but to wake up.

He reluctantly stands to his feet, shutting off the tv his body heavy and tired. More than likely due to fact he feel asleep on the hard wood floor of your dorm, during you, Satoru and Sugurus weekly movie nights.

His eyes find your limp form on the couch, popcorn spilled on the floor by you. You look like you're sleeping better than he was, so he wasn't sure what to do.

Should he move you?

He was tempted to for the sake of bettering your sleep but was equally scared he'd end up waking you in the process.

A blanket should suffice.

He tugged the covers over your shoulders, smiling to himself at the drool dripping from your parted lips.

He laughed quietly, reminding himself to tease you about it later along with Satoru.

Speaking of Satoru..

"Adorble right?" The white haired man questioned from behind him. Suguru didn't know when he reentered the room but his sudden presence was surprising enough.

"Satoru, you'll give me a heart attack one day." Suguru dead panned. Satoru shrugged.

"You didn't answer my question. She's hot right?"

Suguru shrugs picking up the discarded dishes and trash the three of you haphazardly left everywhere.

"I don't know." He mutters heading to the small kitchen of your dorm to clean them.

"Why can't you just say yes or no?" Satoru asked following him into the dimly lite room. Suguru shrugged.

" I just don't think it matters either way, I mean we're all friends here aren't we? Weather I find her attractive or not doesn't make a difference."

Satoru smirks.

A knowing smirk, like he can somehow reach into the deepest parts of Sugurus mind and pull out the truth.

And what is the truth exactly? Not even Suguru is fully aware of that.

Yes he's your friend, and yes, you mean a lot to him. And yes, he'd be a liar if he said he didn't have a few dreams where he was doing filthy, nasty things to you.

But it wasn't even the sex dreams that scared him. It was dreams where you'd just kiss him. Where you'd just hugged him that scared him.

Because he could write off the sex dreams by saying he's just being a boy in his twenties desperate to fuck any and all pretty women.

But the sweet dreams?

Those created a ache in his chest he had been struggling to push down.

But he pushes it down anyways because god, he would hate to succumb to the age old stereotype of a boy secretly wanting to fuck his girl bestfriend.

He's better than that.

"You say that, but I think I know the truth." Satoru says as he slithers over closer to where Suguru is scrubbing dishes.

Suguru let's out a low chuckle.

"And what's that Satoru?"

"That you're in love with her." He says accusingly. Suguru almost drops the glass he was cleaning but he doesn't. Instead his body tenses and makes a slow turn towards Satoru.

As much as Suguru cared about his best friend, it didn't stop him from having moments like this.

Moments where he wanted to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"I am not in love with Y/n."

"And you're also not a good liar." Satoru pointed out, grabbing a green apple off the counter taking a large bite from it.

"No shame in it Suguru," He says in between bites. "I know you have this tortured, miss understood, bad boy thing going but, it's not a crime to want a girl." He pauses.

"Hell, I want her." He says his voice heavy with the same type longing that in Sugurus chest most days.

"But that's just it, I'm not in love with her." Suguru says. Satoru snorts out a laugh. "But Ill admit, I find her attractive and I do feel.. things..for her, less than friendly things." Suguru admits with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"So you just wanna fuck her?"

Something about the word 'fuck' in relation to you feels dirty. Like he's somehow disrespecting or defiling you with his thoughts, with his words.

You're a good person.

You're kind, caring.

You're not like the women he fucks or dates.

Because the women he messes with are more likely than not, cruel and selfish, because Suguru himself is cruel and selfish.

But not with you.

He could never be selfish with you.

"'Fucking' is a little crude no?" Suguru questioned setting the dish down and turning towards Satoru fully.

"What if I wanted to make love to her?" Suguru asked crossing his arms over his chest, almost laughing at his own question.

Satoru smirks placing a faux sympathetic hand on Sugurus shoulder.

"You and I both know you're incapable of making love," He pauses. " I don't think either of us are capable of that. That slow passionate shit."

Satoru pauses once more, but this time he looks to be pondering something, like he's playing around with some idea in his head.

"But maybe if it were her, I could..fuck her like I loved her. Because I do love her." Satoru says no hint of sarcasm or joking in his tone.

Suguru is surprised hearing him admit that.

The life they live is not one meant for those eager to find love. It's painful and hard. And often times lonely.

So if Satoru can find a pleasant emotion like love in you then that's great. Suguru is proud almost.

But despite what he said.

Despite what he wants Toru' to believe.

A part of Suguru still aches for you, and that same part of him resents Toru' for saying he loves you.

He’s not proud of that. He doesn't like feeling that way to towards his best friend, but he's a man at the end of the day.

And men are nothing if not territorial. So yes, he can be happy for Toru' while still wanting to cut his dick off for saying it.

"By the way." Satoru says pulling him from his thoughts.

"If you're not that into her that makes her free game right?" Satoru asks, his features honest. 

He's not being disingenuous or conniving, he genuinely wants to know if its okay.

And Suguru isn't sure it is.

Excluding his own feelings he's not sure if it's even a remotely good idea for either of them to get involved with you.

"No matter what we may or may not feel for her we both should agree that our lives are too hectic for someone like her." Suguru starts.

"Firstly, she's a first generation sorcerer in a line of people who have never even heard what jujutsu is and we're... us...We can't involve her in the bullshit that comes with our clans and our lives. Not on that level." Suguru says pointedly, honestly.

Satoru makes a face of sadness mixed with understanding.

In another world Suguru would have liked be normal, he thinks.

The saying 'knowledge is power' is true until knowledge becomes a burden. He wonders how much happier, how much less miserable,  he'd be if he were born in a different lifetime.

One in which he was born into a normal family, with a normal life and had normal problems and relationships.

He longs for that version of himself that only has to worry about getting a degree, not having to learn to live with the blood that soaks his hands.

He'd give anything for that kind of normalcy.

But the universe gave neither him nor Satoru normal and despite how unfair that is, it's reality.

Satoru nods seemingly understanding and little disappointed.

"Then we both have to swear. No making moves on her. For her sake and each other's. I don't want any awkwardness between us because of Y/n. Deal?" Satoru says holding his hand out, a little somberly.

Suguru can tell he doesn't wanna do this but knows it's for the best.

He gets it because if Satoru likes you half as much as he does, he understands the pain.

The ache.

"Deal." Suguru agrees completing the tight handshake.

"How hard could it be right? It's just one girl in a world of billions of them." Toru’ pointed out with a devil may care shrug.

"Yeah, it's just one girl." Suguru agrees.

"Guys?" A voice interrupts. Both boys look towards the origin of the sound and find you rubbing your eyes.

"What the hell are you two doing?" You asked sleepily, adorablely.

"We’re just straightening up." Satoru says to you before turning his head back towards Suguru.

Just a girl..    sure.

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9 months later.

People say empty sex is meant for equally empty people, because how can you fuck someone, touch someone like that, and feel nothing after?

But Suguru disagrees.

He thinks empty sex is where people with too many feelings put them.

It's therapeutic he thinks, at least it's the closest thing to therapy he can get because he's never been to therapy and never will go. So fucking his problems away is the next best thing.

He's good at it too.

He goes to a club or bar, finds a girl he's into, charms her with his dark, misunderstood, play boy persona and gets her to spread her legs for him.

It's so fun to do it.

It's so exciting to charm a girl then have her on her knees for you, worshiping your body like it's her god.

He's kinda picky with what girls he picks though.

He wasn't always like that. He used to fuck any pretty girl that came his way and steered clear of the 'good girl' types.

It used to be so fun fucking brats. But the mean girls just isn't what gets him going anymore.

Because now.

Now he likes the quiet types. The one in the friend group with their eyes down cast. The ones with their arms covering their exposed body, in an outfit their friends more likely than not, made them wear.

He likes taking shy girls back to his place, being slow and gentle at first before he starts corrupting them more as the night goes on.

He likes to change them.

Turn em' into sex hungry whores.

He likes it hard and fast.

He hates hand jobs.

He loves reverse cowgirl.

And despite it’s popularity, he hates 69ing. It’s more work than it's worth.

But more than anything he loves pushing a girls faces into the mattress while fucking them from behind like a dog.

He likes how dirty he is, he likes making good girls dirty. He loves fucking like there's no tomorrow, like there's no consequences.

It's fucking exhilarating.

Until it isn't.

Turns out months on months of empty sex isn't good for you. It's quite the opposite actually. It's gets repeaditve and old.

Meeting, talking, charming, kissing, fucking, cumming.

Talking, charming, kissing, fucking, cumming.

Charming, kissing, fucking, cumming.

Kissing, fucking, cumming.

Kissing, fucking, cumming.

Kissing fucking cumming.

Fucking

Cumming

Fucking

Cumming

Fucking

....

Not cumming.

"Shit! I'm gonna- oh fuck Geto yes!" Yuri moaned under him her head thrown back in pleasure she didn't know her body could experience. He felt it too. The moment she let go, he can feel the evidence of her orgasm pulsing around him.

And this would be great actually if it wasn't for the fact he wasn't nearly done.

Yuri was a girl that Suguru had been fucking for a while. She's good he can admit that.

But he'd be a liar if he said he didn't want her because she reminded him of something, of someone.

You.

Her chest heaved as she pulled Suguru down for a hot open mouth kiss.

"Did you cum?" She asked in a sultry tone.

"Y-yeah." He answered. He's lying.

Why the fuck is he lying?

Suguru doesn't care about feelings especially not hers, if he asked shed blow him or jerk him off but for some odd stupid fucking reason he doesn't want that.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

He doesn't let her know about the mental dilemma going on in his head, he just pulls out and turns his back to her, shucking his pants back on.

"When will I see you again?" She asks wrapping her body over his, her perky breasts pressing into his hard back.

"Soon." He answers, she whispered an 'okay' into the skin of his shoulder before kissing his neck before running to the bathroom to shower or pee. Or both.

Suguru however, puts the rest of his clothes on and makes his way home the same way he always does after a one night stand or a 'sneaky link', as Satoru so eleganly puts it.

He doesn't stick around to cuddle or to bask in that orgasmic after glow. Instead he simply heads home feeling light and released after cumming.

But he didn't cum, not this time anyway.

And not for the last 3 hook ups he's had. It's not the women, their beautiful, amazing in bed and all around any guys fuck fantasy but he can't do it.

He can't get there with them, nowadays he can only cum by his own touch...by his own thoughts..

He pulls up to the school well past curfew, locking his car door and heading up the stairs of the jujutsu tec dorms whistling to himself as he does.

His hair is a mess from Yuri tugging on it like she did.

And despite how much he loved his hair he hated when it was in his face.

He grumbled to himself redoing his bun making his way to his dorm, his cock still aching for release,

he'll deal with it once he's at his room.

He's not sure what's keeping him from a normal sex life recently, it can't be a hormone issue cause he can cum just fine on his own.

Maybe he's just a narcissist that can only cum by jacking himself off.

If that were the answer it'd honestly be a little funny and maybe a little sad but he knew that wasn't the case.

It was feelings.

It was longing.

It was you.

His cock gave an excited throb at the thought of you. That'll do it.

He absentmindedly palmed his erection as he entered his dorm.

He's not wasting any time, he haphazardly throws his phone somewhere before climbing into bed.

He feels childish when he beats off like this. Horny like a thirteen year old boy, and guilty like a catholic priest.

The guilt doesn't stop him though, it just feels like a loser because the only woman he wants to cum for, he can't have.

"Fuck," He muttered his fist tight and hard around his shaft as he jerked it fast and rough. His teeth catch his lip as he fucks himself. And his mind flashes with images of you.

Your face, your ass, your tits, that smile fuck, that smile. There's nothing he desired more than to see you happy.

You were so kind, your big doe eyes carrying so much innocence in them.

One of his less than tasteful thoughts he's had about you is cumming on your face. It's hotter than the thought of cumming down your throat he thinks. Because it's like he's painting himself over you.

Claiming you.

"Fuck." He whined to himself his hips stuttering, shooting pent up cum on his chest and bed. His chest is heavy and tired once he's done.

It feels so good.

"Phew." He breaths soaking in that after orgasm glow.

It feels so good to cum thinking about what you really want.

So good.

That is until the high ends and you realize you just jizzed on yourself thinking about a girl who you aren't allowed to have.

He cleans the evidence of his sin off his chest, lying down on his bed and letting the tiredness of the day finally catch up to him.

He's grateful to be sleepy because the sleepiness numbs the ache in his chest. It's the same ache he feels every time he cums thinking of you.

And it hurts like hell.

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October, 7th- 6 hours until inauguration



Todays the day.

Curses are attracted to those most vulnerable.

You learned that lesson pretty early on.

You were six when you saw a curse for the first time. It resembled a glob of jello mixed with what you'd imagine a devil looked like.

It put a fear in you, you still remember to this day. And you remember running to your mother, screaming to her about the evil monster in your room.

And when she checked. There was obviously nothing there, to her anyways.

But it was there to you.

You spent a lot of your teen years in and out of psych wards, on and off medication all to suppress or stop whatever was wrong with you.

You thought for a lot of your life that this ability you had was a curse that followed you.

A cosmic punishment of some sort that ruined any sense of normalcy you could have. That was until you met Yaga. And he showed you that these abilities you had weren't psychosis or a some hex put on your family 100 years ago. But something that made you special.

And if nurtured the right way, something that made you strong too.

That's why this day is so important, so necessary.

It's the day you swear your allegiance as a sorcerer for the good of man kind for the rest of your life. Everyone else did it.

Satoru, Shoko, Suguru.

They all at some point swore themselves to the cause and now it was your turn.

"Okay, okay. I got this." You whisper to yourself.

"Jesus, you look so nervous you're making me nervous." Satoru said lounging irritatingly comfortably on your couch . You sighed deeply turning towards the white haired boy.

"How do I look?" You question.

"Perfect, but you wear the same uniform everyday so..." He says with a chuckle. You sigh exasperatedly.

"But today is not just any day. Everybody that's anybody in the jujustu world is going to be here tonight. All the most import clans too. I need to be prepared." You say. He nods sitting up from the couch.

"I am the one and only member of the Gojo clan and you're not worried around me." He points out.

"Yeah but that's cause you're.. you." You say, he groans dramatically, holding his chest in pretend pain.

"Am I..am I not cool to you anymore?" He asks planting a faux hurt expression on his face.

"That would stand to reason she ever thought you were cool." Shoko said joining the two of you in your dorm. Satoru let's out a childish groan.

"Bitch." He mutters.

"I heard that! Also let's go, if Y/n's late that won't look good." Shoko says,

"Right." You  grab your bag from the floor. "Let's go." You say following behind Shoko.

"Oi." Toru' called after you, tugging you towards him by your pinky.

"Toru', I have to go." You almost whine like a child.

"I know, I know, but from where I'm standing you look damn near ready to shit yourself." He points out.

You chuckle because he's so fucking right.

"Don't be nervous because of all those jujustu fat cats out there. Be calm, be cool, you'll be fine." He says.

"Plus nobody can give you trouble because you're friends with me. And I'm Satoru fucking Gojo. So don't be scared." He says searching your eyes, hoping you believe him and you do.

You nod.

Satoru isn't good with his words. He sometimes says the wrong thing, at the wrong time and ends up upsetting the person he's trying to comfort.

But when he's right, he's right you'll give him that.

"Thank you Satoru." You say, he smiles all big and adjusts your necklace. And when he's done, he looks down in your eyes.

Even though his are covered by dark shades, you can feel them on yours.

His eyebrows furrow a little grazing your cheek with his index finger.

"Today's a big day, and no matter what happens. Winning, losing, I'm proud of you. Do you understand?" He asks honestly.

"I understand." You say. He nods licking his dry lips.

He looks as if there's something heavy on his chest. Something he's almost dying to say that he can't for whatever reason.

You can see when he puts that wall back up between the two of you. Shoving down whatever thought was building up in his mind.

"Alrighty then, lets go!" He says excitedly, practically pushing you out of the dorm as if whatever just happened between the two of you didn't.

You shake it off though.

It's only in your head.

"There you two are." Suguru said as you and Satoru head to the field where everyone else was gathered. "I was scared you'd be late."

"You think so low of us Suguru." Toru' said.

"If the shoe fits." He says back, you smiled shaking your head at their banter turning your attention to Yaga who was entering the stage.

Said stage was lined with a few of, but not all of the jujutsu elites that would be attending tonights inauguration.

No pressure.

"Good afternoon. Theres a lot up and coming that we need to go over so ill make it quick." Yaga starts.

"Our trip to Toyko is still on and everyone needs to be prepared to leave the 28th of July as we are all aware." Yaga said.

Satoru released an obnoxiously loud yawn Yaga chose to ignore.

"We already know all this why the play by play?" Satoru questioned quietly . Shoko laughed.

"Maybe it's so idiots like you don't forget." She teases earning a tongue stuck out at her.

You chuckle.

"And in more recent news, Y/n's ceremony as an up and coming jujustu sorcerer is tonight, and as tradition she will do the maids honor ceremony." Yaga says.

Your eyebrows furrow.

"Maids honor ceremony?" You questioned to Shoko.

"It's the ceremony where one man of an extremely important clan, like the Zenins for example, present you to the rest of the clans to 'honor' you."  She explains with air quotes on the word honor.

"Did Guru' and Satoru do their ceremony like this?" You questioned in a hushed tone. She shook her head.

"Nope." She says bitterly, with a loud popping of the 'p' sound.

"They only did it with me. Wanna guess why?" Shoko said giving a glare towards Yaga.

It was no secret the world of jujutsu was misogynistic and filled to the brim with entitled men with god complexes, but you never assumed Yaga of all people would make you do something like this.

You weren't fully aware you even raised your hand up high until Yaga stopped mid sentence, turning his attention to you along with the other elders.

What were you doing?

Oh god this is a bad idea.

"Uh, yes Y/n?"

"Why is it I have to do this exactly? Satoru and Suguru didn't." You pointed out.

Yaga sighed.

"It's tradition."

"It's a shit tradition." Satoru says with a shrug.

"It's true though. We didn't have to do it with a female escort so why is it Y/n or other women need a male one?" Suguru questioned.

"I mean what century is this?" Satoru question with a humorousless chuckle.

"Guys I got this." You say to them turning your attention back towards Yaga.

"All do respect sir, I understand the importance of tradition but..this feels wrong. I'm more than capable of presenting myself to the clans on my own." You say confidently.

"I wouldn't push this." Yaga says.

"Well maybe this needs to be pushed. I mean Shoko had to do this too. Shouldn't we be independent in this? I mean if we let this happen what does that say about us as women and as sorcerers?" You question stubbornly.

"Maybe women of today could stand to return back to their roots of respectably and femininety a little." Yoshinobu says.

"And what the hell does that mean?"

"It means you women of today open your mouths too much, always expressing radical opinions when you should just stay quiet and allow things to be as they are." He says. "Why don't you consider that miss L/n?"

You didn't have anger issues.

You swear you didn't, but sometimes, sometimes people just brought it out of you.

You laugh dryly.

"And why don't you worry about planning your upcoming funeral you old fu-" You say starting to move towards him, only to have Suguru wrap a strong arm across your waist stopping you.

"Easy girl." He says in your ear. You let out a shuddered breath.

"Don't let them see you all uptight. Seem unbothered. Not caring gets them heated." Satoru whispers in your other ear. You release another strained breath.

Their right and you know it. Letting your anger take control will do you no favors. It'll just screw you over more.

"Is there an issue?" Yoshinobu asks. You give him a tightsmile.

"No sir." You say. He smiles in triumph.

You wanna gag.

"Alright then, you have until tonight to find a partner you will allow to present you for the inauguration. This meeting is ajurned." Yaga says.

You sigh loudly.

"Fucking hell.."

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3 hours until inauguration

You were still pouting about it hours later. Lying on your bed like a limp corpse, as if it were the end of the world.

Suguru was trying to lift your spirits in any way he knew how, but couldn't seem to make you feel any better about the situation.

You hate to feel so defeated but it's hard not to when you know you're right and they're wrong.

But to win the game you have to play it, no matter how fucked up the rules are.

Doesn't make it suck any less though. And it really sucks....

"Great newssss!” Toru' says entering your dorm with a clasp of his hands. You all but spring to your feet in excitement.

"They changed their mind?? They'll let me do it on my own?!" You asked hopefully.

Toru' hated to be the one that snatched the hope from you but he had to be honest.

"Well, no..."

You visibly deflate. "But," he continued. "I found what type of incantation you're reciting, that should help you prepare a little." He says, you smile a little.

"You didn't bribe or threaten anyone did you?" Suguru questioned.

"No, I just asked like the gentlemen I am." He said,

"Okay what is it?" You question.

"A dance spell." He answers. You deflate once more.

"I'm sorry?" You ask.

"Also I feel like I should mention that the person who 'presents' you will also be your dance partner so..." He says hoping you don't take the news the way he knows you will.

You look at Suguru as if he can somehow save you from your impending embarrassment. But he just shrugs and you almost start whining like a child.

"Great so not only do I have to be 'presented' to the clan leaders like a show dog, I also have to dance? This is ridiculous." You groan.

"If it makes you feel better all sorcerers with your type of curse energy do the same thing at their inauguration." Suguru tries to soothe.

"Doesn't make it any less embarrassing." You pout. Suguru sits next to you on the bed.

"Think of it as an incantation more than it is a dance. It's a complicated spell despite it being for something as mundane as dancing. But the purpose of it is to see how you quickly you can grasp a complicated spell for something no matter the gravity of the situation."  Suguru explains.

A small part of you feels at ease. You're happy that at least this isn't a gender thing. It's just a cursed speaker thing.

"Okay, how much time do I have to learn it?"

"For sorcerers like yourself they'll give you the incantation at the ceromoney." Toru' says.

"At the ceromoney?" You question, Satoru nods. "But what if I don't know how to pronounce the words? How many chances do I get in case I don't get it on the first try?"

"Y/n, this only works if you trust yourself. You're ready, you need to believe you're ready." Suguru says.

You nod somberly.

"Why are you pouting still?" Satoru asked kneeling down in front of you. You shrug.

You feel like a child in this moment. An absolute cry baby child but you have to be honest with them.

"If I'm being honest, doing this whole thing with a guy I might not know isn't an exciting feeling. It feels almost wrong to do this with just anyone." You explain.

You don't notice Suguru and Satoru eye each other.

There's a mutual understanding between them that in this moment that you need them. Maybe not both of them but know what they have to do.

They both silently agree with their eyes, to a brief pause on their, 'Don't involve her in our bs rule'

One of them needs to step up.

Satoru's mouth opens but Suguru beats him too it.

"I can do it." Suguru speaks up. You miss how Satorus face falls when Suguru offers.

"You don't have to." You say with a shake of your head.

"No I want to, I know how you are with strangers. I won't let you do this with some old weirdo. I'm also quite the dancer." He said with a chuckle. "Unless you don't want me to of course." He says honestly.

You don't say anything, you just wrap your arms around his neck the best you can with his height. He meets you half way wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you." You say.

"Of course." He whispers into your ear.

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2 hours until inauguration.

Satoru Gojo has anger issues.

He's been told that before....

When he was a child he used to break things around him when he was frustrated. When he was in his early teens he used to yell and curse like a mad man at whatever or whoever got him mad enough.

But he's older now, and he's gotten control of that anger that boils under his skin at every waking moment.

The anger that follows him like a lion that stalks a antelope. Waiting for just the right moment to consume him.

Waiting to turn him into something he can't recognize anymore.

He's gotten better though. A lot better.

He's not perfect. He still doesn't know how to deal with feelings. Not like normal people anyway. But he was never normal.

Overtime he realized that his explosive tendencies were nothing if not hindrances on his relationships, and on his overall well-being.

So like many excessively angry teens do, he found a way to cope. 

He learned a while back that when his feelings become too much for him to handle he can simply suppress them.

It's what he did for you.

He first realized he was in love with you the night he had a break down.

He didn't remember what it was about. He doesn't remember what was said or much of what was done. It felt like a hazy dream just slightly more vivid.

He remembers  you though.

He remembers how he felt.

He remembers feeling worthless and unloveable. Like a black hole that destroyed any chance of love or happiness in his life.

He cried a lot that night. His tears splashing against his hands as they lied in his lap.

He remembers you wrapping your arms around him telling him it would be okay. Your touch was like a silk blanket being draped over his tired shoulders. A touch that said more than words ever could.

A touch that told him 'you don't have to be anything other than just you.'

You were always like that. You never expected anything from him.

You knew he was rich, attractive and powerful but that never seemed to faze you.

Most people in his life would want nothing to do with him if that all went away. Not you though.

If tomorrow he lost everything that ever made him appealing to the general public, he'd be okay because you'd still love him.

Maybe not the way he wanted you to.

Ached for you to. ..

But it was love from you.

And that was enough for him.

However two things can exist at once. He can be satisfied by your relationship dynamic. He can be okay with not getting anything further from you.

But God.

Him having to watch as Suguru dances with you in front of the whole school well.. it sucks.

He's been doing better with his anger. He's been getting better.

But this would tick any man off.

That's how he ended up here. Less than two hours until the inauguration, he thought it was only smart if he blew off some steam before your big night.

He couldn't, no, he wouldn't ruin your night with a sour attitude. So this old punching bag in the jujutsu tec training room was going to have to deal with these emotions.

Hard punch after hard punch.

It felt so good.

"You punch that bag any harder you might break it." Suguru said joining Satoru in the training room.

"It's fine." Satoru insists punching the bag once again extra hard. The chain does in fact break and it falls to his feet making a loud almost startling thumping sound when it hits impact.

"Told you so." Suguru teased but Satoru didn't respond in kind. Hell he didn't even give him a pity chuckle.

"What's with you?" Suguru questioned.

"Nothings with me."

"Bullshit." Suguru says. "Is this about Y/n? About the dance?" Suguru asked,

"No."

"Liar." Suguru accused. "What are you jealous?" Suguru joked with a small laugh, Satorus silence spoke louder than anything he could have said.

Sugurus eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you?" He asks seriously this time.

"Who cares if I am? You'll get to dance with her in front of the whole fucking clan anyway. Just be grateful and move on." Satoru said no playfulness in his tone.

"Youre acting like I'm gonna take her on the floor in front of everyone or some shit."

"Oh I bet you wish you could." Satoru said with a small strained chuckle as he rips his boxing gloves off.

Satoru wasn't being fair. He was being childish because obviously Suguru wouldn't do that. He's not some sadistic asshole that would purposefully hurt his best friend.

He's sacrificed a lot in the name of keeping that stupid deal they made all those months ago. And it's been affecting him so much he can't even fuck anyone anymore. So no, he's not a bad person for being a little selfish this once.

He deserves this at least.

"Whatever." Suguru said dropping his arms to his sides and heading to the door. "I don't need this shit."

"Does she know?" Satoru called out.

"Know what?"

"How you feel?" He asks.

"She doesn't. And I'd like to keep it that way."

"You know what's fucked? You don't even give a damn about her like I do. You just want her to spread her legs for you so you can fuck her like she's one of your whores. She's not a fucking booty call." Satoru said back.

"Since when are you the moral dictator between us? You have more casual sex than me. Also. Don't forget I was the one that said we should leave her out of our mess." Suguru reminded him.

"That's true. But did you do that for her or for you?" Satoru questions walking right up to Suguru getting in his face.

"Or did you do it because you can't say you love her but you also can't let someone else have her? Because you can't let me have her?" He asked.

Suguru said nothing he just watched Satoru as his head tilted to the side waiting for an answer Suguru doesn't have.

So he doesn't speak.

"I know it's just a dance." Satoru starts.

"And I know it's stupid but, forgive me if I'm little bothered about the fact that my best friend is going to get to show off the girl I love. I'm not mad, and I don't hate you. I know it's petty, just let me be petty Suguru." He says poking a firm finger into his chest. Suguru nods.

He gets it.

Satoru doesn't know how he feels about you. How you flood his mind like the rain floods rivers and lakes. He wants you so bad.

But so does Satoru.

"That's fair." Suguru says finally. Satoru nods and wordlessly leaves the gym.

He'd get over this little disagreement soon enough.

But Suguru couldn't think about that right now. Right now he needed to focus on you and only y-.

His phone dings before he can even finish the thought. When he pulls it out. He sees it's a text from Yuri.

Y- We need to talk. Meet me outside of your school.

Sugurus eyebrows furrowed.

S- I'm in the middle of something, is it an emergency?

Y- Yes. Hurry please.

It was 7:20 pm, your inauguration was at 9:00. He could handle this emergency then come straight back.

Yeah it's fine, he has time. He pulled his phone out once more typing a simple phrase.

On my way.

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[daddysuga101]

The greatest weakness of all~

Suguru x Reader

Warning: noncon, violence, reader is gojos grilfriend and he rakes advantage of her, unwanted creampie, cruelty. Mean, forced cheating, seriously don't read if ur not into it

There was nothing quite as deep as Sugurus hatred for Gojo Satoru. Well maybe it wasn't hate, maybe it was more accurately jealously.

Jealously in the fact that Gojo was a god walking amongst man. A god with the power to do whatever he wanted and still he did nothing. That made Suguru feel more anger than one man should ever feel.

And if Gojo wasn't going to fight for his cause Suguru would prefer him gone. But that wasn't realistic now was it?

He couldn't kill Gojo, no one could, but if he couldn't kill him, he could sure as hell hurt him.

Geto wasn't stupid of course, he knew if he tried to fight six eyes himself he'd lose. After all Gojo Satoru was the strongest. He didn't know how to even hope to beat someone as figuratively and literally untouchable as Gojo. Until he found out about you.

You, Gojos cute sweet girlfriend that he coincidentally never told to anyone about. In fact Geto probably would have never known the two of you were even romantically involved if he hadn't spent the last 4 months plotting against Gojo watching his every move. Waiting for some sort weaknesses to show itself.

Who would have thought he'd be offered up such a perfect Achilles heal all too fitting for Gojo himself.

Love.

He knew Gojo was in love with you. He'd been friends with him for years after all, he knows him. He knows what look Gojo has in his eyes when he isn't looking at a girl as merely a quick fuck. Instead he actually cares.

He spent the next three weeks taking a break from watching Gojo to watching you. He could see the appeal. You seemed smart and determined in school. Always coming to your lectures early. Being sure to take good notes, taking hours out of your day to study. You were all around amazing. But most of all you seemed kind.

So kind you couldn't see how some of your "friends" were conniving bitches that loved seeing you fail.

You had so many friends you probably couldn't see the toxic ones clearly. But he could.

You were surrounded by people all of the time, some who seemed to admire or envy you. You were non the wiser though. Gojo likes that probably, he always liked girls like you. Innocent, kind,

Pure.

The second week of watching you he payed close attention to the places you spent your time in the most. Seeing what activities you'd like to do.

After the third week he was ready to approach you. He could barely sleep the night before as he thought about the upcoming encounter with you. He didn’t know how he was going to get you. He didn’t want you dead, not yet anyway. He wanted hurt Gojo deeply but to kill you would erase Gojo having to see the proof of his own failures in someone who he loves. And Suguru simply couldn’t miss that opportunity.

How to hurt him?

Wait…

The next day he showed up to the coffee shop you go to every Wednesday and like clock work you strut in all bright eyed and bushy tailed heading to your normal seat and fuck,

Seeing you up close in good lighting all he could say is, he got it. He got the physical appeal. The way your leggings hugged your ass and thighs giving anyone who'd look quite the show.

You were something else.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He pushes his inky black hair back standing to his feet heading over to you a sweet smile placed on his lips.

"Excuse me, Y/n?" He calls out, having the pleasure of you looking up at him all wide eyed and confused. You take your air pod out smiling at him.

"I'm sorry?" You ask.

"Sorry to bother you, but you must be the famous Y/n, I heard a lot about you." Suguru said with a fake but welcoming smile. You look slightly confused before Geto chuckled holding his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me to just jump you like this. I'm Iratori Kageyama. I'm a friend of Gojos. He told me the two of you were together."

"H-He did?" You asked shock evident in your face.

"Yes, we're quit close and I'm assuming you're aware of who he is and how important it is for you two to stay private."

"I hope I didn't scare you too bad by mentioning it." Suguru said with a smile. You shook your head.

"Oh no it's just he never mentioned you before. But if you two are close enough that he'd tell you about us then any friend of Satorus is a friend of mine!" You said with a wide smile.

You missed the the almost psychotic grin that he almost relviled to you.

This would be too easy.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all!" You say brightly.

It was all too poetically perfect. You were really stupid. From the way you gladly sat down to conversate with Suguru, to how you believed him when he asked if it was okay if he could come over to surprise Gojo about him being in town.

You were truly naive. Truly innocent.

He couldn’t wait to take that from you.

…………..

He followed you into your dorm random anime figures and nerdy posters on your wall. It was adorable. The kind of room he’d expect a girl like you to have.

He couldn't wait to defile you it.

You placed your bag on your floor, tucking it neatly away into a corner.

“So I know you said you wanna surprise Satoru but he won’t be here for a few hours. Is there something you’d like to watch?” You ask,

“Anything you wanna see is okay with me, I’m not picky.” He answered. You nod sweetly, bending over ever so slightly so you could grab the controller for the tv off your bed. Suguru raised an eyebrow.

He was worried he'd have to force himself to screw you but fortunately you were more than fuckable.

“Is legally blonde okay?” You ask a little shyly. He smiles. It’s a genuine smile because god you are too cute.

“Legally blonde is perfect.” He says. You nod starting the movie and Suguru can’t help but feel a little bad. You weren’t a bad person, just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn’t fair you were casualty in this due to you having relations to Gojo.

Hell, Sugurus sure Gojo didn’t even tell you the full extent of how import he was. You were probably non the wiser, just an innocent bystander caught in the whirlwind of jujutsu sorcerers fighting other jujutsu sorcerers. But life isn’t fair.

Life has never been fair for Suguru. And it wont be for you.

He was about to do a bad thing, he knew that. At least it would be fun to do it to you.

The second you turned back to him after fixing your tv Suguru wasted no time planting his lips on yours in a aggressive, rough kiss. You stumbled back in shock before you tired to push him off of you. He hands held yours by your sides as he pushed his tounge in your mouth.

You tasted so sweet. So innocent like a flower that hasn’t fully budded yet. He loved how you felt against him.

You pushed against his shoulders again your eyes wide as you finally freed your mouth from his. He almost feels annoyed at how your fighting against him. He knows he’s not ugly and he knows he’s a damn good kisser so he wished you’d just calm down.

"What are you doing?!" You cried, Suguru sighed in annoyance.

"Please don't make this so hard. I don't have all day." He says as he cups your pussy through your leggings.

"No! Don't touch me! I don't want to!" You shouted, Suguru pushes you on your bed anyway straddling your waist.

"I don't really care what you want baby. I'm doing this for me. Now stop resisting me before I kill you."

That seems to get you to stop squirming. You let out a desperate whine under him as the ear piercing sound of clothes ripping shot through your ears.

His hands are large and perverted as they touch you. Stroking you, groping, pulling, prodding at your body as if it’s his very right to do so.

It felt euphoric, a sadistic smile grew on his face he watched you cry under him. Fat, wet, hot tears spilling out your eyes as your body secretly aches for his touch.

The best way to hurt Gojo Satoru...

Suguru bit his lip pulling his erection out of his pants stroking himself teasingly over your mouth.

“You want it in your pussy or mouth sweet thing?” He asks. You cry harder and he rolled his eyes tapping his hot, precum stained cock against your lips.

“Pick one, or I put in your ass.” He threatens.

“M-my..” You try to say.

“What was that?” He teased.

“My mouth.” You finally say in between tears. He laughs and climbs off of you pushing your legs apart. Your eyes stretch in horror as he lines himself up with your pussy.

“You said-!”

“You took to fucking long to say it I had to pick for you.” He says coldly as he pushed his hard cock inside the warm wet hole you presented to him. He couldn't stop the genuine moan that excaped his lips as his hips snapped into your body.

You bit back a moan so clearly fighting with everything in you to not enjoy how it felt. To ignore the way his cock claimed your body as his own.

You hands moved to cover your eyes, Suguru was quick to stop you. Making you watch as he fucked you. He smiled widened his lips licked the inside of you ear before speaking.

"Wanna know a secret sweet girl? This isn't personal, I'm not doing this to you out of blind hate or anything like that. Truth is you have something of value. Wanna guess what that is?" Suguru asks as his pace quickens a bit, you opened your mouth to speak.

"I d-dont know." You said, he smiled fondly his hand reaching down to rub your clit.

“It’s because Gojo loves you. And I wanna break anything he loves because I hate him.” He says almost sweetly. It’s strange because as he fucking you, hurting you. His voice explaining it to you is almost gentle. You cry harder.

“You don’t understand! He doesn’t love me! He’s never told me that he did! No matter much I wanna hear it, he hasn't said it!” You explain, hurt so evident in your voice. He smiled.

“He's scared baby. He does. I can tell, I’ve known him for years. He’s fucking obsessed with you.” He pauses, speeding up his pace.

"He’s obsessed with your innocence and purity. So today's your not so lucky day, m' just gonna rape you until you're no longer someone Gojo wants effectively breaking his heart." Suguru said, before chuckling pushing his long hair back.

"Nah who am I kidding the poor bastard is in love, fuck, maybe I should just get you pregnant. I wonder how he'd feel seeing you pregnant my baby." He said, you cried loudly your tears egging him on to he empty his warm load into your unwilling body.

He wanted to bottle each and every one of your pretty tears and send it to Gojo as proof of what he's doing to you. He thought of maybe even recording it but nah, it'd be more fun to see Satorus reaction to you passed out on your bed stuffed with his cum.

Suguru threw his head back as his climax came closer. This was so worth it. More than worth it.

His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as his rammed his hips into your frantically his eyes rolling back as he came in you.

His breath was heavy and he whistled.

"No wonder he locked you down. I definitely wouldn't want any other man to even look at that pretty pussy." He said as he pulled out and climbing off the bed leaving you sweating, sticky and crying.

"I told you to quit the crying didint I?"  He asked softly as he wiped the sweat off your forehead with your own ripped shirt.

"Y-you, you." You shakily muttered.

"I know, I know baby. M' fucking horrible." He muttered noticing his phone on the bedside table.

'What the fuck?’ he thought grabbing his phone off the table.

"Spread you legs for me."

"N-no I'm tired." You whined.

"Do it before I do." He pushed, you whined again but inevitably obeying him. He smiled softly.

Smart girl. He thought.

he took a picture of your abused stuffed cunt sending it to Gojo.

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Gojo is in Tokyo when his dings loudly interrupting a meeting with the elders of jujutsu tec. The white haired man smiles widely.

“So sorry. continue.” He says. Yaga goes to open his mouth once more but his phone dings again.

“Sorry again, I can’t help how popular I am, I just-.”

“Just take it outside Satoru! We have no time for your childish games.” He grimaced. Gojo rolls his eyes under his blind fold standing to his feet.

“Whatever, this meeting is boring anyway.” He says stepping out into the main hallway. He pulls his phone out, his heart jumping a little when he sees it’s you that texted him.

He smiles a to himself. He couldn’t wait to ditch these losers and see you. But when he opens the text his heart drops to floor.

It’s a photo of you naked and passed out cum leaking out of you. He feels like someone wedged a crowbar in his stomach. The second text that was sent was not an image this time it was words.

Gojo skakingly, reluctantly reads it.

"Your girls got a good snatch on her better keep a better eye on her next time, Satoru."

Only one person calls him by his first name like that...

“Suguru?” Gojo questions in a shaky breath. What has he done? What did Suguru do to you?

“Shit! Fuck!” Satoru shouted punching a hole in the wall, the dry wall crumbling around his fist.

How, how could he have let this happen? He was supposed to be discreet with you so something like this wouldn’t happen, he was supposed to keep your hands clean if his present and his past.

He was supposed to protect you. And when he wasn't looking, Suguru got to you.

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[daddysuga101]

One day soon....

Suguru Geto x Fem reader

Warnings: Love fucking, breeding kink, Suguru is a bad guy, Readers first time, possesive behavior, Suguru and reader are both lowkey codependent

Red light runs over the expanse of your closed eye lid and you find yourself groaning at it's intrusion.

You blink your eyes open weakly to find you are no longer half dead on a battle field but now in a semi comfortable bed. You groan trying to sit up, it hurts.

Everything hurts, like god himself ran you over with a train 40 different times. You groan in pain when a jolt of a memory hits you harder than the ache your body has.

The memory of Suguru being there. You didn't think he'd be there. It felt too soon to see him. Sure you knew the odds of running into him or any of his people weren't zero but god you were thrown off guard when you saw him.

That lapse in logical thinking is how you ended up here, tired and bruised, all because of his men that did this to you.

Which is his fault by proxy.

Damn him.

Damn Surguru Geto.

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet.” A voice says freezing you where you are. “But you always were pretty resilient." Suguru says taking a seat next to you.

You stare at him wide eyed in shock that he was here. Fuck he was here. You weren't ready for this.

He wordlessly brings a water bottle to your lips urging you to drink. You didn't wanna drink, but your throat was so dry you had too. You release a shakey sigh as the cool liquid runs down your throat. Suguru watches you carefully seemingly ready to fetch you more water if need be.

"I'm fine." You say, your voice rather hoarse. He nods putting the water away on the night stand.

"It's good that you can talk. I was worried it’d be a minute before you could. That was quite the hit you took you know? Thought you died on me for a second." Suguru tried joked but there's no humor behind his words. You try to sit up on your elbows once again, your head throbbing as you did so.

"Would it matter? It'd be one less person in your way of global dominonation. Should've just killed me. Could have made your whole life a lot easier." You say dryly, bitterly. Surguru’s eyebrows furrow.

"Dont say something like that-."

"Where are we Suguru?" You asked seriously. He runs a hand through his hair.

"A hotel, more like motel I guess. After you got hurt, I brought you here to rest." He tells you.

"Does anyone know were here?"

"Of course not." He says with a small chuckle. "No, no one knows." You nod. You're not sure why you aren't terrified of him right now. Maybe it's the fact he's staying a reasonable distance from you or the fact you spent 7 years of your life growing up together. Either way you weren't scared.

Not like you should be that scared anyway. You weren't the type of people he wanted gone, plus it was his goons that attacked you and your friends anyway.

"I know you're probably pissed right now but I assure you, you were only collateral. You were never meant to be hurt by any of my guys." Geto says seemling honest as he hands sits onto the bed. You don't look at him choosing instead to stare at the wall.

Anything is better than looking at him.

“What happened to the guy that did this to me?” You asked not sure you wanted to really know the answer.

“He was delt with.”

“You killed him.” You accuse.

“Yes.” He agrees. There's not the smallest hint of regret in his voice at his confession. Not a shred of remorse for the life he took so carelessly.

That man who hurt you wasn't good, but the idea of Suguru killing him for hurting you feels like you're responsible for his death by proxy and well...

Well, that doesn't feel very good.

"Y/n." He says his voice barely not a whisper. The wall still seems very interesting so you don't look away from it. But when Suguru grabs your chin and turns your head towards him it's like your body can't stop itself from complying.

His long hair is down covering his bare shoulders. He's half naked, his torso exposed while his lowerbody is covered by thin pajama pants. His eyes are dark and piercing, the kind of eyes that reach into your soul and rip something out everytime they lock with your own.

"Are you leaving again?" It’s a stupid question you know it because you know he will. He can't stay. He was never going to stay. Hell, it's not like he'd even be with you right now if you weren't hurt.

"You know I have to."

You scoff pushing your covers off trying to get to your feet. You don't wanna be here anymore.

Not with him. Looking at him feels like a million spikes being lodged into the void of your heart he once filled.

"Sit back down you are not well enough." Suguru ordered, you tilt your head at him and scoff.

"I'm sorry to be the one who tells you this but you don't get to tell me what to do. Not after what you did." You say stubbornly but when you stand, the dizziness is too much and makes you sit back down almost immediately.

"I apologize that you were caught in the cross fire Y/n seriously, I had no idea you'd even be there." He says.

"Don't apologise. I don't need a babysitter Suguru. And I'm not some weak helpless damnsal who needs you to look after her despite what you might think.

The silence between you is deafening it's thick, like a block of invisible ice separating the two of you. You lie back down, your back now to Suguru. But still very keenly aware of his presence.

It's been only a month since Suguru killed his parents and went off on his own to 'cleanse' the world of non-sorcerers.

You remember it so vividly, the day he came stumbling into your dorm covered in blood. You remember freaking out asking if he was all right. And him telling you had nothing to worry about because it wasn't his. You remember how he told you about his master plan.

How he was going to fix this world. He confessed he murdered his parents. He confessed to wanting all non sorcerers dead.

He wanted you to understand, to somehow empathize with him and his logic. But he knew when your eyes filled with tears and you stared at him like he was a monster that you wouldn't come with him.

He wanted to ask. He needed to know if you would but that wasn't the time to ask. But when could it be?

He terrified you in that moment. He wasn't Suguru. Polite, thoughtful Suguru. He was scary.

He was evil.

Your eyes weld at the memory of him leaving your room. He didn't hurt you. But he was hurt. You could tell. A lone tear spilled from your eye but you quickly wiped it.

This wasn't how you're reuion was supposed to go. You hoped one day he'd come back, go to prison for his crimes and redeem himself the best he could.

But that was a pipe dream and you knew it.

Another tear falls and you can't hold back your sobs anymore.

You began crying harder and harder your body rocking with the force of your cries. You feel the mattress dip and warm body presses against  your back wrapping strong arms around you.

This gesture makes you cry more because it reminds you of the innocence he once had as that ignorant bright eyed boy.

And even though this touch feels like him. That boy he once was is gone.

You cry some more as Suguru rubs and pets you until you finally stop shaking.

It's really dark out now. The silence no longer filled by your sobs or sniffiles. Only the low hum of the old motel air conditioning is what keeps the room from being dead quiet.

"You said I thought you were weak. That isn't what I think you know?" Geto says into the dark still room. You let out a shuddered breath your hands squeezing down on Sugurus forearm, your nails pressing into the pale expanse of his skin .

You hold onto him so hard.

You hold onto him like he'll fly away if you let go and you know he will go soon. He'll leave you again, abandon you, and all you can do is patheticly hold into him, hoping he cares enough about you to stay. To fix his mistakes.

"I don't know what you think anymore." You say finally. Geto let's out a sigh his hold tightening around your waist.

This is different. Such a forgien feeling. Suguru and you hardly if ever touched because that's just not how the two of you were. You were so close but the only time you can remember him holding you like this was after a particularly dangerous mission you went on that nearly costed you your life.

You remember returning home battered and bruised and you remember Suguru wordlessly pulling you into a tight embrace holding you like if he let go you'd fall apart.

But this hug. It's a hug not familiar to the two of you. It's so intimate and naked. It makes you feel like his trying to absorb you. Like he trying to crawl into your skin.

"Look at me."

"Suguru." You whispered, his head lying on your shoulder. As he tells you again.

"Look at me." You do this time. Turning your body around to finally face him properly for the first time tonight.

"You have to know. You have to know I'm leaving but not because I want to. It's because I have too. For our friends. For our families." He pauses. "For us."

"For us." You repeat. You like the word 'us' in terms of you and Suguru. It slips off your lips like a prayer you've prayed a thousand times. But it's not real.

"There is no us Suguru. Not when you're about to abandon me again, not when you're about to do more bad things." You say pulling from his warm embrace. A weak part of you wants to run back into his arms but you don't. Instead you stand to your feet ignoring your bodies protest, and storm out the motel room all but slamming the door behind you.

You feel new warm tears fill your eyes as you lean against the balcony railing. Tears forming so hot, and heavy in your eyes.

The door to the motel room opens behind you and you see him approach you in a vending machine reflection. His shirt is on now just unbuttoned. You watch him, watch you through the reflection tilting his head in earnest.

"Someone once told me that to be happy i’d have to chase after the things and people that made me happy." Suguru says. "That was you. You told me that."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that deep down you understand. Even if this hurts you know why I'm doing it. I'm doing it for you." Suguru says approaching you closer.

"You’re doing it for yourself."

"I'm doing this for a better tomorrow. So our children live in violent free world. So their kids won't even know what suffering is. That's the world I want." He says his large hands circling your waist the second time tonight making your breath hitch.

"And I will carve out every worthless non-sorcerer monkey I have to to achieve that."

"You can't do that to innocent people!” You say turning to finally face him. And now that you wished you hadn't, because the way he stares down at you. The way he makes you feel small yet so big all at once. The way his gaze breaths life into your lungs is intoxicating.

But he's not good.

It's so hard to condemn him when your heart beats fast in your chest. Your soul wanting him, knowing him.

"What about innocent sorcerers that have to fight those curses because of non-shamens? What about our lives? I'm tired of watching people I love die Y/n. And so help me god, if I can help it. You won't die by the hands of a curse." His hand raises up to cup your check in a gentle touch that warms your heart so much you might die.

"You'll grow old and your skin will wrinkle. Your smile lines will be more prominent because you would have lived a long life." He says his hair blowing gently in the soft breeze. He looks at you like you're a diamond in a world of mud. His thumb caresses your face so soft, and so gentle as he places a kiss on your lips.

You gasp into his mouth. It's no secret you wanted him or that you were attracted to him. But this kiss somehow feels cruel. To give you something you've longed for knowing you'll never have it again.

The kiss distracts you from all of that though. Just for a second.

His lips are soft and firm against your own as he steals this kiss from you. You don't push him away you let his lips caress your own. You let his hand get curious and rest on your hips. But other than that the kiss is so gentle, it breaths a promise of forever into you.

It almost makes you sick because it's not forever. And you both know that.

At that thought. Your face warms with desire and anger.

“Come with me.” He says. You shake your head.

“You know I can't.” You tell him.

“Then wait for me, wait for me to make it all better. Wait for me to come back to you.” He begs. You shake your head your heart breaking in your chest.

"Youre abandoning me again." You cry patheticly.

"I'm not abandoning you Y/n. I'm making you the life you deserve. But you can come with me. We can do this together we can build this world together.”

You shake your head.

"I didn't ask for this Suguru. And you keep saying you need to build a better world for me. For our future. But this..this choice you're making. This isn't for me..its for you." You say firmly. He opens his mouth to speak but you push passed him heading to the motel room and grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor.

You turn to leave, Suguru standing right behind you his eyes holding an uncharacteristic desperation in them.

"Please. Don't do this."

"Suguru."

"Please. Please." He begs, following you to the door effectively blocking it.

"Move Suguru." You say.

"Please, just please! Okay please don't leave yet I'm not ready to lose you yet." He says softly. And almost so pathetic you want to hold him forever as he cries. But you deserve more. You deserve better.

"You’re leaving anyway. And you know I won't come with you. What difference does it make if I leave your first?” You ask, he swallows harshly his eyes filling with tears. His lips form a small pout and he falls to his knees in front of you. His arms hugging your waist like a child who was told he couldn't get a toy from the store.

He cries so hard his soaks the front of your battered uniform. He pleads and cries and asks you to just stay the night because you both know when you leave you won't see him, not for a while anyway.

"I know I'm leaving soon. And I know you're angry because in your eyes, I’ve made some fucked up choices. And I hurt you. I didn't want to Y/n I swear to god." He said sobs still racking his body. You felt bad.

You hated seeing him sad. It killed you.

He knew it killed you because it killed him to feel like this. If you walked away he'd die. He wanted, no, needed you to choose him.

"Please stay. Please Y/n." He cried. Your own tears started spilling as Suguru stood to his feet once again, his eyes staring at you with a thousand thoughts behind them.

He kisses you again. His hands no longer as reluctant and gentle as before, but more forceful and agitated. He feels you through your clothes. He gropes and pulls on your body parts like he'll die if he doesn't.

His lips carve the memory of their softness into the cells of your skin sucking and biting your neck. Hoping if you do choose humanity over him, you'll never forget him or his touch.

"Stop Suguru." You patheticly say, not really sure you mean it. He ignores you, pulling you to the old more than likely filthy bed making you straddle his lap. He's kissing you again rougher still. More desperate.

His hands are on your hips grinding your lower body into his. He wants you to feel that he is growing under his pajama pants. And you do. God you do.

"I'm not perfect. And I know you fucking hate me for what I did. But if you walk away now, I won't be able to have you back. So please." He whispered his hands roaming your shape like he needs to memorize it before it's gone.

His hands are groping the flesh of your breasts and ass over your clothes. His face is flushed with a desire you've never really seen from him before.

Lust.

No not lust. Something scarier than lust.

Something you two can't admit to yourselves, least it hurt too much.

His eyes plead up at you so innocently, that his hands fondeling you feels almost as innocent as a gentle touch. His hands on your breasts feel like a soft kiss on the forehead.

Only Suguru Geto could make you feel like that. Only he could touch you like this and make you feel all dirty yet so pure. And you hate your body and your mind and your fucking self for how bad you want to never have him let go. You want him to hold you so tight it suffocates and kills you.

He rolls you on your back kissing you again. You've never been kissed like this before and it scares you. It scares you how your legs part to accommodate him as lies in between them kissing your lips like it's his god given right to do so.

There's only fabric between the two of you. He's hard and heavy in his pants and you're hot and tight needing to be filled by him.

He pulls away his hair falling over the two of you as he looks down at you his face flushed.

"I'm getting too excited." He says stopping his menstruations on your body. "You have to tell me to stop because if you don't. I won't be able to hold back."

You look at him. His breath shallow and his face so beautiful. How could you refuse him?

"I don't want you to hold back." You admit in a whisper. His breath hitches and he kisses you yet again. He strips your shirt off his eyes going wide like a 13 year old boy seeing bare boobs online for the first time.

You wanna cover yourself from his intense gaze, but he catches your wrist as it moves to cover your exposed chest.

“Don’t you ever hide this perfect body from me.” He says seriously. You close your eyes in embarrassment as he grabs at your tits. Slapping them around, lifting them up and watching them fall back into place. He watches in awe at how sexy they look. How cute your nipples look, all hard and needing a warm mouth around them. God you had no idea how bad he just wanted to play with them for hours.

But he needs more and so do you. Which is why once he forces his attention from your tits his hands move down your body more or less ripping your panties off to begin rubbing your clit.

You yelp, grabbing his wrist but he doesn't let up.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. You have no idea how much self control it took me to not put my cock in you all these years." He admits. You moan as his rubs your clit so hard and so fast you know you won't last.

"But it was more than me wanting to fuck you. I cared about you. I still do." He tells you, pulling his cock out of his pants. He gives his hard erection a few tugs lining it up with your enterance kissing you again before pushing inside you.

You both moan. The sound sounds as if it's being forced out of you both like the two of you couldn't hold it back if you tried. Suguru rested his head in the crook of your neck his hips snapping into your own at a firm steady pace.

"So fucking warm baby." He praises breathlessly. You want to compliment him too but the drag of his cock in you makes it hard to even think.

"So perfect. You were made for me. You fit me like a puzzle piece. Made to take my cock, to take my seed." He says the last part a little quieter. Like he's embarrassed by how the idea of you baring his kids gets him excited.

"No way you're knocking me up asshole." You tried to joke but it came out as more of a breathy moan. He chuckled.

"You wouldn't stop me though. Because you want it too." You don't respond to his accusation because truthfully you don't know what to say to that.

Suguru doesn't notice they way you begin contemplating the idea of having a family with him. He just keeps rutting into you a small smile growing on his lips at a thought.

"Hey, if I get you pregnant you'll be stuck with me. Tied to me forever, right? I might just fuck my cum inside if that'll make you mine. I wanna put a kid in you that looks like me. I want it to remind you of me." Suguru confesses his thrusts becoming more violent and rough.

"I wanna see these tits full of milk. I wanna suck on them when they get full and sore. I wanna watch our kid start to resemble you as it gets older."

"I wanna look at them and think 'they look just like their momma'" Suguru says softly. So softly it feels wrong.

It feels wrong because he's not fucking you like a doting husband who wants you to bare his kids. He's fucking you like you're his personal porn star made for his cock.

But they way he speaks. The way he looks down at you.

It's like this is more than just a good fuck.

It's like you're lovers on their honey moon trying to get pregnant. But you aren't lovers, and you aren't on your honey moon. You're just two horny people saying goodbye with their bodies in the most intimate way.

"Am I your first?" He asks abruptly. You nod biting your lip. You didn't think you’d loss it like this but you also aren't mad he's the one that's taking it. It was always his after all.

He smiles so wide at this revelation, so creepily it almost scared you but he kisses your fear away.

"Y/n, when you leave me tonight, you should know that while I'm gone. If you let another man inside you like this. If you let another man put his naked cock in you just like mine is in you right now, their dead. Their fucking dead, I'll skin them alive. Rip them limb from limb slowly, and make them suffer for touching you." Suguru says. A part of you wants to think he's joking or just in the moment, but you know he's telling the truth. The way he's looking at you.

You know he wants to claim you.

He wants to own you.

"Maybe I should find a way to put a cursed seal on this pussy. Keep men away from it. Keep it nice and aching for me till I get back. Make sure it stays just for me." Suguru says.

"I won't let anyone else Sugu! Just you, I won't let anyone else touch me." You say kissing Suguru. You feel his hips stutter as he eyes roll back.

There's an evolutionary, animalistic, masculine need to breed you coursing through his veins. To fuck his cum so deep its absorbed into you. He wants that.

He meant it when he said he wanted to get you pregnant. He wants to see what your baby would look like. He wants to watch you nurse and help you raise it.

But he can't have that now.

But not in this world.

Not this world of curses and weaknesses caused by non-sorcerers. But a world of strength and human advancement. That's the world he wants your kid to live in.

So reluctantly and bitterly he pulls his cock out and spurts hot cum all over your naked stomach. He quickly starts licking and sucking your pussy pushing you over the edge too. He loves how when you cum you drench him in your essence.

He's so grateful for it. He just wants to lick and suck your pussy till his mouth has your taste burned in his mind.

He wants you to be burned in his mind.

He sighs licking his lips as his fingers spread his now cold cum over your belly with one phrase in his head in his head.

In sometime soon. Maybe not today or tomorrow or even the next five years. He'll build the world you deserve.

He rests his tired body on top of yours as he kisses your cheek his hand resting over your womb.

'One day.'

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Go ahead and cry little girl~

Nanami Kento x reader

Warnings: professor/student relationship, reader is 21, spanking, degradation, breeding, age gap, slapping, manipulation?? Daddy kink, but reader doesnt call him daddy

It's no secret you had daddy issues. The relationship you have with your father was strained, and like many other women with strained relationships with their dad, you imprinted on any good male figures in your life.

Weather it be teachers, coaches, or just random men giving you praise of some kind, you couldn't help but feel your heart lurch in your chest in happiness when they did.

So when you went back to college and found out your senior year professor was a tall, sexy, strong, older man with eyes that made your knees weak. Let's just say all you wanted was to impress him.

He was ruthless though.

You've seen him make people cry after reviewing their essays but never you. You were always so good in school his best student and he made sure you knew it too.

Nothing made you quite as happy than the feeling of Nanami telling youve done well or that you should be proud of your work.

When you lost motivation for school the knowledge that Nanami would be disappointed if your grade slipped was enough to keep you going. Because you were his star student, the center of his attention and the apple of his eye.

You soon stopped seeing him as a father figure and more so like a lover. I mean he was flirting right? He had to have been flirting with the way he held the small of your back when walking. Or how he winked at you in class with inside jokes the two of you shared.

You had to be special to him.

The center of his attention...

Until you came to the sad realization that he may very well see you as a child.

Maybe he wasn't flirting with those gestures because why does that treats you like a kid? God it's frustrating because you want him to see you as more. He's always looking after you asking you if you had something in your stomach, and if you didn't he's happy to take you out for lunch.

When you get a good grade in his class he tells you how he knew you could do it, ruffling the top of your head like a child. Telling you how good

you are and how he never needs to worry.

And god you lived for his praise.

The only problem with this was that the girls that were bad he had to give extra attention to. Sure it was him scolding them but it was attention non the less.

He started missing study sessions and giving his attention to the more struggling students and that made you sick.

What was the point of being a perfect student when it wasn't giving you what you wanted. And the fact was you didn't wanna be seen as a kid anymore.

So you decided to stop being his perfect student. You started skipping class or showing up late being sure to show Nanami how unapologetic you were when you stumbled in late.

You wore revealing outfits to school that showed off your tits and ass. You started falling his class. Your grades slipped so much Nanami pulled you aside multiple times wondering what was going on.

You'd just shrug and say. 'Nothing senesi."  before walking off.

This all came to head when you were once again strutting into class late, Starbucks in one hand. Your other hand pulling your shortest skirt yet down. You took your seat looking up to see Nanami all but glaring at you.

"Um class, I don't know about you all but it's Friday. Let's end class early for today." Nanami says, you blink surprised a little but you didn't even sit down anyway so you began heading out with the other students.

"Not you Y/n." Nanami said sternly. You swallowed harshly at the heavy tone of his voice but did as he said hanging back. Once all the students filed out of the room Nanami motioned for you to come to his desk.

You sat there. His gaze piercing through your skin making you wanna shift in your seat but you knew better than to do that.

"What is this Y/n?" Nanami asked. You shake your head.

"I'm not sure what you mean sir." You say weakly, patheticly. Your should have known he'd confront your new behavior inevitablely you just didn't know it'd be like this.

"Y/n, you are a brilliant student. You're smart, and you're kind. And you aren't the type to act how you are acting now." Nanami says softly.

"What's happening? You can tell me Y/n."

You squeeze your hands into fists.

"I don't need you to babysit me." you mutter under your breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm not a kid you know? You don't have to baby sit me." you repeat a little harsher this time,

"Babysit you?"

"Yes Nanami! I mean for Christ's sake you act like I'm, like I'm your daughter something. I'm a woman Nanami not some young kid." You say.

"Y/n you are a 21 year old girl, you are by all

accounts young." Nanami says. You scoff and standing to your feet.

"Fuck you." You seethe.

The slamming of Nanamis hands on the table startles you so much you completely freeze. Nanami's gaze pins you were you are.

"Lower your voice, and sit back down." He says sternly.

You sit down quietly, your eyes staring down at the floor in shame. Nanamis chair slides as he stands up heading to the door of the classroom.

You hear the loud click of the lock and steps heading back towards you.

"You wanna be treated as a woman?" Nanami ask. "You know how men treat women? Hm?" Nanami asks his large arms crossed over his chest looking down at you.

"Yes." you say.

"I don't think you do Y/n. Let me tell you how men think. Men are perverted and depraved. They like young girls to use as personal cum rags because they can. They like girls like you. All sweet and innocent trying to pretend you're not." Nanami said his voice teacher like.

"But I don't wanna be innocent, I can be dirty too." You insist. Nanami nods.

"Is that what you are? A dirty girl? Because good girls get praise and loved on while bad girls get put in their place. Is that what you need? To be put in your place?" He asks,

"Yes." you say again.

"Okay, get up."

"W-what?"

"You wanna be a bad girl I'll show you just how bad girls get treated." Nanami says grabbing your arm pulling you up from your chair. You barely register how he bends you over the the cold desk until your face pressed against it the hard wood.

"Nanami get off!" You cry out pushing against his strong body but he doesn't let up.

"No you wanna be bad remember? You wanna get treated like a whore, well news flash, this is how whores get treated. They get bent over by men and have their mouths and pussies used, you wanna get used?" Nanami asked, you whined weakly but nodded. He laughed dryly.

"Okay then." he mutters as he pushes your skirt up running his hands over your ass. He squeezes the soft doughy flesh and slaps it making you jolt in shock.

"Count." He says his hand coming down on you hard, each time you count and everytime he hits you harder. By the time he's done you're crying on the desk, your eyes filled with tears. You feel him gently rub your now bruised bottom and help you to your feet.

"Youre my good girl, Y/n yeah?" Nanami asked, you nodded.

"I'm sorry Nanami." you said pathetically. He smiled kissing your forehead.

"I know you are. But you gotta make it up to me other wise I won't know if you're really sorry." Nanami says, you shake your head.

"No, no please I can prove it!" you pout patheticly.

"Sit on the desk and spread your legs." He said worried you blinked up at him. Eyes wide and worried. Nanami notices your reluctance.

"It's fine if you don't want to, I just thought you wanted to make your behavior up to me. I guess not." Nanami says. You wrap your arms around him.

"I'll do it! I'll do it please don't be mad!" you cried. Nanami kissed you, his hand running up your sides and down your back groping your ass.

"Show me your pussy." he whispered. You

didn't hesitate this time and did as be said. Sat on the desk and spread your legs. Nanami rubbed you over your panties his eyes staring at you in a way that makes you want to crumble.

"Look at these cute white cotton panties. You show this cunt to all those boys you hang around hm?" you shake your head.

Smack!!

"Lying whore." he says slapping you across your face again. He unbottons his jeans pulling his cock from them and slapping it against you.

"Ohh." he groaned grinding his naked cock over your clothed pussy.

"Fuck I could cum like this. But that wouldn't be fair." he says pulling your panties to the side. He spits on your pussy using his cock to spread it on your mound.

"Mmm, fuckkkk." he moans loudly putting his dick in you finally. You whined at the feeling of the stretch he gave you.

"So fucking tight." he moans pushing in and out dragging his length against your insides. You watched in awe as his face became more controrted in pleasure, while humping you like a dog. He takes his lip in his teeth moaning and fucking. Using your body like he owns it and he does.

He knows it and you do too.

"This is fucked. Me fucking such a young girls pussy. So wrong baby. But it's so tight, it's only right if I fuck it open, yeah?" Nanami teased. You nodded.

"Please Nanami." you whine locking your legs around him. He curses under his breath.

"Dont lock your legs I'm-fuck-Im not wearing a condom." Nanami said.

"I don't care please put cum in me Nanami please!" you whine and Nanami nods fucking into you more hitting that special place in you that always gets you going while rubbing your clit and you scream cumming around him.

"So fucking, ugh tight." he moaned more to himself than to you. It didn't take long for warm hot spurts of cum to be shot into you.

The both of you stayed like that. Him lodged in you. His cum no doubt taking root. He groaned pulling out watching his essence drop onto the desk.

You lied there your chest heaving and your arms covering your face when you heard a camera click. You looked up to see Nanami taking pictures of you.

"Nana-!"

"Relax, their for me. A little keepsake.”

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[daddysuga101]

Sleeping beauty

Gojo x reader x Geto

Warnings: non con, somophillia, groping, slut shaming, reader is a virgin, reader gets drugged(not by gojo or geto )

"Toru, I'm so exhausted." You mutter weakly. You shift uncomfortably on the dirty floor of the frat house. Your eyes flutter opened and closed and your mouth feels like it was stuffed with cotton so you were 100% sure you were drugged or something.

There's no way light drinking should do this to you. What sucked more was how you couldn't tell Satoru or Suguru who did this do you because all of your thoughts were so jumbled as you went in and out of consciousness.

Gojo gently slapped the side of your face and blinking curiously at you. Humming quietly when you didn't open your eyes.

"Aw she's sleepy." Gojo teases in a low voice. You  miss the way Geto glares that Gojo muttering something about how he should be more serious considering the fact whoever drugged you could have made you OD. Thankfully by the way you were breathing steadily, that didn't seem like that was the case.

But more than that, Suguru chastezied Gojo to be more grateful for the fact you not only came to this party with them, but also trusted these two enough to not do something to you while in such a vulnerable state.

Especially now since they moved you into an empty bedroom of the frat house. Gojo once again behind you as you laid your back against his chest and Suguru sitting at the foot of the bed.

Two guys, one roofied girl, all alone and yet you trusted them.

Though, neither boys were quite sure that was a smart decision on your end. They weren't bad by any means, in fact in comparison to the walking piles of shit that frequentented these parties. Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were good guys.

Despite what the general public would think about the two infamous man whores, they had no intention of making you a convenient notch in their belts. In fact if someone asked they'd tell them that they hung out with you because you were funny and cool to be around.

The three of you were as tight as tight could be. So tight in fact you one day spilled your guts to them about being in college and still being a virgin.

They were so understanding and sweet that you really couldn't see the excitement in their eyes at the time. They were good guys. But both knew the other silently wanted you for months. Yet somehow that day made them want you that much more.

'We won't touch her.' Was the settled on agreement.

That being said there was silent understanding between the two of them that if and when you lost your virginity they'd be the ones to take it. It's not cause their bad guys though. They just don't want some real bad guy to come into your life making you a convenient fuck. No they are not bad. Just concerned.

They wanna keep you safe. They love their sweet pure little friend.

And they'd keep all the bad of the world away from you and your purity.

So those days you'd come crying to them about the fact that boys didn't like you, they'd coo in your ear about how boys are just stupid and you have to keep looking.

They didn't however tell you the simple fact that they threaten any and all boys in your class from breathing at you the wrong way. Because again, if they don't look after you no one will. I mean look at the situation you're in now. Drugged up and sleepy, completely unable to protect yourself. Here you are, your breath shallow and your back lying against Satorus chest in such a way (if he were a bad guy) could simply cope a quick feel before you were sober enough to notice.

But Satoru is not a bad guy. Geto on the other hand is staring down at you his tongue peaking out to lick his dry lips.

"She's cute isn't she?" Suguru asked. Toru nods his hand combing your braids from your face.

"So cute." Satoru agrees. The two of them sat in silence watching you as you slept.

"Which asshole do you think roofied her?" Suguru asked playing with the fabric of his own shirt.

"Who knows. I mean don't most guys want a piece of her? Couldve been anyone of those assholes right? That's what you get for dressing like a slut huh?" Gojo teased in your ear pulling your cheek a little.

You didn't respond of course which caused Gojo to laugh. Geto let's out a shaky breath watching the place we're your shirt dips leaving your tits barely covered.

"Virgin my ass. No way a girl her age with tits like that hasn't had a cock in her." Geto muttered dryly.

"That's what makes her special Suguru. A slutty looking body with a virgin pussy. How exciting right?" Satoru said resisting the urge to cup your pussy over your skirt.

"Virgin whore." Suguru remarked absentmindedly palming his erection over his jeans.

"Easy tough guy, she's barely awake." Satorus reminds. Poking your cheek getting no reaction. "Scratch that she's completely out."

"Don't take the high road with me Satoru. You only have her up against you like that so you can feel her body on yours." Suguru accuses his eyes never leaving your barely conscious form. Satoru makes a sort of a huff sound as if he's offended by the accusation but won't actually deny it.

"You're the one palming yourself, fucking perv." Satoru joked. Suguru rolled his eyes his bangs falling clumsily over his forehead as he climbed up the bed straddling your waist.

"Oi! She'll wake up. Plus hell will freeze over before I let you fuck her. If anyone will have her virginity it's me." Satoru remarks with a shrug. Geto rolls his eyes.

"Relax I won't fuck her. But since we're here..." Suguru unbutton his jeans pulling his hard cock out. Satoru rolled his eyes.

"You try to put anything in her I'll kill you understand?" Satoru questioned.

"Yeah yeah." Suguru muttered sticking two fingers in your mouth using your spit as lube. Suguru grabbed his own erection and stared down at you as he began working on himself.

Suguru imagined you waking him up with his cock in your mouth. He imagined fucking your throat and hearing your virgin throat gag on him. He imagined you crying about him being too big when he finally fucked you. He imagined hushing you and telling you to just take it.

"Fuck." Suguru muttered fisting himself harder until he spilled in your clothed tits.

"Fuck baby, such a good girl." Suguru said breathlessly wishing it was your pussy he came on or in.

"Gross. Get your fucking jizz off her." Satoru muttered annoyed. Suguru scoffed.

"What I can't nut on her but you can fondel her?" Suguru retorted referring Satorus hand that found it's way to your breast sqeezing periodically.

"You're forgetting one thing. She's mine at the end of the day. Her mouth, her pussy, her skin. You can jizz thinking about her all you want, but she belongs to me."

"The strongest always gets what he wants." Suguru remarked dryly and irritated as he wiped his cum off.

"Damn straight."

You groaned a little, snuggling deeper into Gojos arms not aware of the fact he was grabbing your breasts.

"Lemme show you something." Gojo said,

"Y/n baby, spread your legs." he murmured you couldn't move so he happily did it for you, his large hands separating your thighs.Your skirt short enough to give him easy access.

"Satoru-."

"You had your fun let me have mine." Gojo said his long fingers cupping over your panty covered pussy. "Also you can relax, I'm not gonna rape her." Gojo says as he rips the crotch of your panties off licking his fingers and running circles over your clit.

Despite your ineberated state you still try to grind your cunt in his fingers making Gojo smile.

"She really is a whore deep down. See how she grinds into my fingers? I bet she wants them in her. You do don't you baby." he asks in your ear.

You groan weekly Gojo’s persistent and relentlessly rubbing of your clit in firm fast enough circles. He feels your body tense up and holds you still as your body tries to fight him off.

You whimper weekly and whoreishly before you finally cum. Your clit swollen and over used by Gojo.

"So sensitive Y/n. Never had her sweet pussy touched before huh?" Gojo asked smacking your clit lightly. You groaned quietly relaxing against Gojo again still not quite awake.

Suguru rolls his eyes because fuck Satoru, he wanted to make your virgin pussy cum first. Oh well, he's sure there's other firsts he can steal from you some other time.

Because again, god forbid some bad guy comes along and tries to take them from you?

Because remember Satoru and Suguru are not bad guys.

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The next morning while on his morning run Satorus phone goes off and it's a message from you.

Y/n: Hey, do you know why my panties are ripped?

Gojo: yeah those assholes that roofied you ripped them:((

Gojo: but I promise we got you before they could touch u:)

Y/n: oh wow, thanks so much Toru, that could have been bad

Gojo: no need for thanks sweetheart me and Suguru took real good care of ya

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[daddysuga101]

bestfriend!izuku sitting you in his lap and recording while he helps you masturbate after catching you touching yourself to the thought of him. "come on pretty, push 'em in deeper for me. i wanna show everyone how wet you are"

Anon, is this you again?? You keep putting terribly wonderful ideas in my head 😩 like this is such a hottt concept omg. Would anyone be interested in this as a part two to Bestie?

[daddysuga101]

I’m gonna make a male reader version for all my stories so stay tuned for that my dudes😩👆

[daddysuga101]

I’ve just binged (?) your whole blog I’m in love

THANK YOU BB😭😭😭😭

[daddysuga101]

That’s should be me... (Deku x Fem Reader x Bakugou)

Warnings: mild Voyeurism, Deku watching y/n and katsuki, smut, pining, Jealous Deku, possessive bakugou, fighting

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Damn it...

Izuku thinks to himself as he stared at his bedroom ceiling after waking up from a wet dream.

A wet dream that on the bright side...didn't cause him to soil his briefs. But said wet dream was about someone he shouldn't want.

You.

As the months past, the green haired boy was becoming more and more aware of his feelings towards you, and it did nothing good for him. All it lead to was wet dreams and the inability to look you in your eyes when you'd speak to him.

It'd be easier if his pining for you was from a distance and you didn't even know he existed. However life was hardly ever that kind to him.

In fact you two were the furthest things from strangers. You were as close as two people could be.

His best friend...

So ignoring you was no way near an option. In fact as much as you stressed him out. Or cause a fresh wave of blush to cover his freckled face whenever you'd lean over, your chest on full display to his ever hungry eyes.

He couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't always with you.

No, he couldn't imagine it even if he wanted to.

Sitting up from his green checkered colored sheets, the now third year, exited his room heading down to the commons downstairs to grab a quick midnight snack.

He wasn't hungry though.

For food at least...

He was just bored and wanted to take his over active mind off things, specifically you.

His mind felt like it was running a mile a minute and his senses all felt sensitive.

For example...

The clock on the wall felt louder than usual. In fact everything felt more intense. The sound of the wind and rain outside, the crackling of the fire place.

He felt painfully aware of everything.

Not to mention the vivid sound of your dream self moaning in his ear.

Groaning slightly at the memory, running a hand through his messy locks. Izuku thought it would be best to screw eating and go on a run to clear his head instead.

In fact he couldn't think of any other way to calm his ever rising nerves.

Sure the third year could always jerk off to take the edge off.

But running would distract him from more than just the painful ache in his shorts, but also from his less than innocent thoughts about you.

God he just wanted his mind and body to calm the fuck down.

Sighing deeply as he headed back to his room taking the long way there to wake himself up a bit more.

Turning the fimilar corner by the landury room he heard banging noises coming from it.

His heart stopped.

Was it a villain? A quirk malfunction?

No matter what is was Deku would definitely handle it.

Sneaking to the door leading to the laundry room, the green haired boy peaked his eyes through the small crack in it.

His eyes widened as he saw what was going on in front of him.

He felt like he stopped breathing as Izuku got an eyeful of something he never thought he'd see, or more accurately something he never wanted to see.

You bent over, whimpering and moaning. Deku let’s out a shaky breath when he realizes what’s going on.

You’re having sex.

He knew it was you it had to be. Your voice , that was currently begging for more was too familiar to not be you.

Deku wanted to look away but he couldn’t. This image was going to be seared into the young boys head for sure.

The image of your hands griping the drying machine in front of you as you tried your hardest to take the violent thrusts behind you.

A part of him was ready in to intervene in a heart beat if he felt like this wasn't consensual. The way you whimpered made his feet begin to move to help you before a painfully familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yeah—fuck—you like that huh?" The voice asked, for the first time Dekus eyes pulled from your body to the body of the man on you.

Blinking a few times his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting. The light of the moon shining on the man revealing blonde hair.

Deku felt like he swallowed his tounge when the realization that the man against you right now. The one brutally using your poor body, the mean who's hands are so tightly on your hips that he's sure bruises will be littered all over them tomorrow.

That man is Kacchan?

Eyes widened.

"Katsuki, m' so close." You whine, Deku almost moans at the sound of your desperate pleas. His hand comes up to his mouth trying to hold his breath as he watches Bakugou use you as some sort of flesh light.

Deku can’t stop the thoughts that begin to cloud his mind.

It's filthy.

So disgusting. Is this what you want? Do you want to be treated like this? Why are you enjoying this damnit?

Letting Kacchan use you like this. You like being treated like this?

"Katsuki, p-please I can't hold it anymore." You moan, tears stinging your eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of your abused hole.

"Shut up slut, I'm almost there." He says pushing your face on the drying machine and fucking into you more.

"You love this don't you, cmon' speak." Katsuki says, you mange to say a bunch of shit that doesn't make sense causing Katsuki to chuckle.

"Dumb slut huh. Should've figured a girl with such a powerful quirk would want to get used like this. Such a perfect hole to get my cock wet." He taunts above you. You whimper and moan aching for release.

Dekus eyes narrowed at Kacchans words.

He's been focused on you, he never even thought about what exactly Kacchan wants from you.

Is it just sex? Is it more.

Deku thinks to himself...

Maybe he likes how powerful you are and gets off on your submission...

So about it Kacchan? Why are you doing this? Sick bastard... You must be loving how she willing gave her body to you like this. Letting you defile her in such a way that she's fucked dumb.

Though Deku has no moral high ground here. Here he is, watching you. Biting his lips at the the sound of your pussy barley taking Kacchan dick.

He always felt so guilty about his thoughts about you but now he knows what you want. You like being treated like a fuck toy.

If you wanted that all you had to do was ask. Why'd you have to fuck Kacchan? Of all people... I’m right here.

Maybe you couldn't handle it...

Maybe you couldn’t handle me.

He thinks to himself.

After all, the way Katsuki made you fall apart. Deku could do ten times better. He could make you moan louder, beg more, cum harder.

Just give em' a chance.

Deku released a shaky breath as he felt his cock 's hard on become way to much to ignore.

Running his hand across his clothed length, flinching a bit at the sensitively, he pulled his cock out his shorts.

Looking back up at the scene in front of him, he began pumping himself.

"Alright baby you can cum, cum real hard for me." Katsuki demands, you nod rapidly finally letting go of the knot forming in your stomach.

"Ohhh, fuck!" You moan, eyes rolled back in your head. You hear a loud grunt above you as the man fucking you, empties himself in you.

You whine loudly.

"T-Thank you." You say to Bakugou.

Little did you know someone was just outside the laundry room. Dekus hand covered in his cum.

His eyes wide as he tucks himself back in his shorts and quickly heads back to his dorm room.

Reality set in.

There was no excuse for this.

Deku felt sick for what he did.

If you had caught him you'd think he's some gross pervert which in this situation, technically he was.

As guiltily as the green haired boy felt. He'd be lying if he said he wouldn't do it again. He needed to see you like that again. Completely falling apart on a cock.

Only next time, Deku swore you’d only be like that again for him and only him.

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The next day Deku didn’t feel any better about what had happened, in fact he couldn’t get you out his mind.

And because of that he avoided you like the plague. Ignoring you when you spoke to him was proving to be difficult.

If he had to speak with you he kept it short and sweet.

He couldn’t face you not after what he did.

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As the last bell of the day finally rang and all the students piled out the room Deku placed his books in his bag. Eyeing the way your skirt swayed as you left the classroom.

He was curious as to what you'd look like naked and up close in better light. God he wanted to see it all.

"I knew you were weird Deku, but I didn't think you were that weird." A voice said behind him. Deku turns around facing the blonde haired boy with a confused expression, but knowing damn well what he meant.

Shit he was fucked.

Just play dumb.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb you little shit. So what you a full blown perv now? Like jerking your cock to people unaware of your prying eyes?"

"The fuck you talking about Kacchan?" Deku asks, Bakugou grabs the green haired boys collar threating him.

"Stop fucking lying I saw you. You think you sneak up on me without me knowing?"

"Get the hell off me." Deku says pushing the blondes hand from his collar.

"Admit it, admit what you did. Do it before I blow you to hell." Katsuki threatened as the crackling sound of his quirk got the green haired boys attention.

"How...how long?" Deku asks looking at the ground.

"How long what?"

"How long have you been sleeping with her?!" Deku shouts.

Bakugou lets out an amused smirk.

"What's it to ya? It doesn't matter how long we've been fuckin', all I care about is dragging your pervert ass through the pavement." Bakugou says coming at Deku.

Deku narrows his eyes as he lets one for all out just enough to get this over with so he can leave.

Deku was pissed too.

The sound of them fighting didn’t go unnoticed due to the loud explosions back to back. Students rushed to the classroom including Iida, who flung the door open only to find the two boys fighting.

"What the hell are you idiots doing?" Iida asked, looking over your classmates shoulder.

Your eyes widened when you saw Bakugou and Deku both looking beat up. The classroom was a mess and Deku and Katsuki were wrestling on the floor not paying any mind to the eyes on them.

"What the hell?!" You ask pushing past Iida and running over to the two boys.

"Get the fuck off each other!" You shout pulling the two boys apart with your telekinesis. While in the air they both looked at you in unison.

"(Y/n)?" They both ask before you dropped the two of them back onto the ground. They groaned at the impact.

"Thanks bitch." Katsuki said sarcastically.

"Your welcome, ass." You say before looking around at the mess they made.

"Wanna explain what the hell happened?"  You looked between both boys waiting. "What was this even about?" You question.

"Why don't you tell her Deku." Katsuki says, you raise an eyebrow before turning your attention to Deku who was staring at the floor his face looked red.

Like really red, like he was gonna throw up.

"Hey you okay?" You ask going to help him up before he swatted your hands away, getting up on his own.

"I'm fine." He says not looking at you.

"I'm not gonna ask again. What happened?" You ask,

"Tell her Deku." Katsuki pushes.

"How about you fucking tell her Katsuki." Deku says, Dekus use of Katsukis first name throwing you off.

"I'm sure you really are dying to, so tell her." Deku says,

"Fine then, he was-."

"Stop. I change my mind I don't care anymore what caused this. Just clean this up. And talk to me later okay? You seem upset." You say to Deku he nodded slowly. Guilt pricking at his heart at the gentleness of your words.

God he felt so gross.

"You okay?" You ask walking over to Katsuki, he nods kissing the side of your face.

"Yeah." He whispered glaring at Deku unbeknownst to you. Deku clenched his fist at the scene in front of him, before storming out the room despite Iida’s protests for an explanation.

All you could do was stand in the classroom curiosity painted all over your face, as you were left wondering what was going on with Deku.

And what could you do to help.

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[daddysuga101]

Shigaraki x Fem reader

Summery: Shigaraki is a desperate pervert that’s obsessed with you but can you blame him?

Warnings: mentions of non-con, sub Shigaraki, overstimulation,

He couldn't help it.

He couldn't help not sneaking into your room at night to touch your skin and grop you while you slept.

He couldn't help not purposely bumping his crotch against your backside when you'd walk past him.

And he definitely couldn't help the way his cock jumped in his sweat pants whenever you walked into the room.

He was gross and he knew it.

That's why the moment you left the hideout to go grocery shopping with twice, Shigaraki had to jump on the opportunity that was presented to him.

Sneaking up to your room the blue haired man pushed your door opened and looked over at your bed.

The bed where you sleep, read, watch tv.

And the bed where you probably touch yourself.

His pants tightened at the thought of your fingers working their way in and out of you while you desperately humped them.

You're probably such a desperate slut, that's why you don't angry angry when Shigaraki grazes your boob with his hand by "accident"

Or why you probably pretend to sleep when he visits you at night.

God you are truly desperate.

But so was he.

Shigaraki walked over to your bed and fell on it face first before breathing in your sent.

So fucking good.

He cursed under his breath before pulling his already hard cock out and rubbing it against your pillow.

The pillow your head lays on.

Fuck.

He begins to urgently hump your pillow pretending the soft material is your breasts.

God he loves your tits more than life itself .

That's why he always touches them any chance he gets their so fucking tantalizing, especially since you hardly ever wear bras inside the house.

It's your fucking fault you made him like this.

A sick pervert.

A little while later his release was approaching. He moaned and moved his hips into your pillow much faster than before.

"FF-Fuck." He whispers as he keeps grinding onto the pillow on your bed.

"Excuse me." You say as you stand in the door frame only to be met with a desperate Shigaraki chasing is release in your room.

The sound of your voice was all too recognizable voice, a part him contemplated dusting himself so he wouldn’t have to look you in the eyes.

But he wasn’t really looking to die right now so he threw that option out the window.

"Tomura." You called out as you walked over to the bed. He was visibly frozen and almost passed out when you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He gulped quietly before swallowing his embarrassment and turning to face you.

"Aren't you gonna scold me? You seem quiet calm." He points out surprising himself as he looks you in the eyes.

You snicker.

"Is there something you need scolding for?" You ask, Shigaraki swallows hard fighting the urge to let the embarrassment he felt over well him.

"Yes." He whispered sitting up and showing you the mess he made on your pillow.

You laugh.

"I leave for an hour and this is what you do?" You ask, he swallows hard at your question.

"You really do need a good scolding." you say as your hand wraps around his soft cock. He flitches and watched with wide eyes as you touched him.

"(Y/n) I already-."

His words were cut off by your other hand covering his mouth effectively shutting him up.

"But you were oh so desperate earlier. Humping my pillow like a fucking animal in heat. You must be so embarrassed." You whispered in his ear.

He hummed into your hand trying to speak.

"Hmm?" You ask moving your hand. He looks up at you with pleading eyes.

"I couldn't resist. What do you expect? All you do is lounge around the house half naked always leaning over some counter.” He asks as he began thrusting into your hand lightly chasing his second orgasm of the night.

"It's your fault I'm like this." He whispers against your mouth before he moves your hands and pushes you down on the bed ripping your clothes off in the process.

You laugh at his attempt to gain control but it was cute so you let him do his thing.

"Imma fuck this pretty mouth of yours, maybe it’ll teach you a listen about teasing your boss." He said with a sadistic smile. You chuckled and opened your mouth cocking an eyebrow at him.

It was your way of saying "bring it on".

He snickered and pushed his length past your lips.

He held your face still as he fucked your face. You wanted to gag due to the abuse he was doing on your throat but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

You looked up at him as his mouth hung open. He looked so cute above you like that. You know he was desperate to cum and willing to stick his dick in anything to do so. Such a cute perv.

"Ohh, I can't." He whispered breathlessly as he pulled his cock out your mouth.

He pumped himself a few times right over you before nutting all over your boobs and face.

He groaned loudly.

"Fuck." He says, you chuckled before sitting up as you wiped his cum off. He narrowed his eyes.

"My cum was your damn reward. You're supposed to lick it o-."

He starts to say before you put a fist in his hair and brought him closer.

"You really think I'd eat your disgusting fluids? You're kidding right? You're so filthy that I'm shocked I even let you put that thing in my mouth." You say, his eyes widened at your degrading words before putting his head in the crook of your neck.

"How can I thank you then?" He asks, you smile.

"Fuck me." You say simply.

"B-But I'm so sensitive right now, please don't make me-."

"Gross perverts don't get to complain. You think I wanted to come home to you humping my pillow? Hell no. So sit down I'll ride that pathetic thing you call a cock." You say, he nodded rapidly.

Pathetic was a gross over simplification when talking about his dick, but you like humiliating him.

You like how embarrassed and aroused he got when you insult him.

What a fucking masochist.

You straddled the boys hips and rubbed the tip of his sensitive cock on your clit.

"S-Stop teasing." He whimpers.

"You wanna fuck my pussy that bad? I bet you wanna huh? You fucking cuck." You say slapping his face before sinking down on him.

"Ohh, thank you." He grits. You smile as you continued to use his over stimulated cock.

After about two minutes he started trying to keep his voice down not wanting to let embarrassing noises escape his lips. You got quickly annoyed at his resistance, and wanted to see more of his cute reactions.

So you yawn dramatically.

He whimpered.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I'm no where close to finishing. And your so sensitive you can’t help but whine. But you can take it right? Right my little human dildo?" You ask condescendingly.

"Of course, of course I can take it." He says, you chuckled before putting your boobs by his mouth so he'd suck on your tits and that he did.

"I know you can and you will. But I'm no where near finished yet so try not to cry too much while I use your dick for the next hour." You say.

He nodded.

How could he even complain though? This is all he's ever wanted and more.

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[daddysuga101]

Bakugou x Fem reader

Summary: Bakugou is sick of you, (his best friend) treating him like he’s nothing but a brother to you. And he’ll do anything to prove you wrong

WARNINGS:

Dub-con, Rough smut, incest teasing (not actual incest tho)

If some told you your best friend of six years was in love with you you’d laugh in their face.

I mean come on now. This was katsuki bakugou you’re talking about here.

The man didn’t give a shit about anyone romantically. And he only ever had a few friends so the idea of him ever being into you of all people seemed too far out of the realm of possibility.

That is until one day everything changed.

The both of you were currently in your dorm sitting at your desk as he helped you with your school assignment.

Katsuki made it a habit to study in your room with him cause, and I quote. “Your dumbass will need help most likely anyway.”

And even though his insult stung a little, he was right. School, especially math never made any damn sense you.

“Why is this so harddddd.” You whine,

“It’s calculus dumbass, of course it’s hard.” He retorts, you groan throwing your head back as you yawned.

“I hate school, classes are a bitch, I’m fucking dropping out.” You declare with a pout on your face. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“If you weren’t such a damn idiot this wouldn’t be that fucking hard.” He says, you frown.

“You’re a dick.” You say with fake annoyance in your voice.

He laughs.

“Only for you.” He he says with a fake innocent voice, you smile shaking your head slightly before there was a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You shout at whoever was behind the door.

It opened and in walked your boyfriend Shinso. He smiled at you and laughed.

“Oh hey Shinso.” You say with bright smile as you approached your boyfriend.

“Hey baby girl.” He whispered before kissing you making sure to squeeze your ass as he did.

You laughed into the kiss pushing him off.

“Calm down.” You told him, he chuckled before turning his attention to the boy at your desk.

“Hey Bakugou.” Shinso said to the blonde haired boy. Katsuki gave your boyfriend a tight smile.

“Hey Shinso.” He says quickly, Shinso noticed his resolve and pulled you into his side.

“Keeping things pg in here I hope? I know she can be quite the tease.” Shinso says giving your ass another squeeze.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly and you moved Shinsos hand.

“Stop.” You say to Shinso in a whisper, this time without playfulness in your voice noticing the tension in the room.

You knew they hated each other and you didn’t wanna worsen the hate they hate for one another with pda only making it worse.

“Sorry baby, anyways y’all have fun but not too much fun.” Shinso says suggestively, you laugh.

“Yeah right.” You retorted before walking over to Katsuki ruffling up the blondes hair.

“Katsuki is like a little brother to me.” You tell Shinso, he chuckled at you before waving goodbye to you guys and leaving your room.

“He’s such an ass I’m sorry.” You say, Bakugou nods but stay quiet.

“Anyways I’m bored with school, wanna do literally anything else?” You ask, Katsuki shrugs.

“Yeah sure.” He says, you smiled before crawling in your bed to find the remote you dropped behind your bed while watching movies with Shinso last night.

“Damnit.” You whispered still looking for it. Until eventually your hand grazed a hard plastic.

Your eyes light up.

“Ah ha!”

“Got it!” You declare proudly turning your body back towards the tv only to be met with a pair of lips against your own.

You were shocked at first before looking up to see it was non other than Bakugou kissing you passionately.

Frozen.

You were shocked frozen at the blondes actions.

Your paralyzes however was short lived when you felt a rough big hand began to grop the flesh underneath the thin shirt you were wearing.

After a bit you finally pushed him away breathlessly,

“Bakugou-.” You say shocked before he pushed you down on the bed effectively shutting you up.

“Little brother?” He asks in a condescending tone,

“Really (Y/n)? Gimme a break.” He says, you gulp at his obvious annoyance.

“I don’t understand w-why are you so upset why-.” You whispered before looking down only be met with a tent in his shorts staring back at you.

No way. There’s no way he thinks of me like that.

He treats you like one of the guys there’s no way that he-

While in your head you hadn’t noticed his hands tugging at your blouse before effectively ripping it off your body.

You screamed and tried to cover yourself.

He grabbed both arms in ont of his hands and put them above your head before leaning over you.

“Stop fucking moving don’t make me ask again.” He demands harshly, you gasp as he begins to suck hickeys into the skin of your neck.

Gasping as he pulls your bra off. Licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. You felt like your face was on fire as he stared for what felt like forever.

Before his hand reached up to grop and pull at them. His hands now both messaged the skin as you watched with wide eyes.

“Bakugou you can’t grab me like this I’m in a relationship.” You whimper, still trying keep some of your dignity.

“You talking about the damn purple haired freak? Yeah the one you told that we were like siblings. I remember.” He says sitting up off the bed.

He grabbed your ankles from where he stood and pulled you to the end of the bed hands messaging your thighs.

He kissed up your inner thigh before kissing on top of your clothed pussy.

You yelped at the contact.

“You think little brothers should wanna eat their sisters out? Huh?” He asks as his hands ran down your thighs.

“Answer me.” He said harshly at your silence, you whimpered.

“No.” You say feeling an all too fimilar throb in between your legs. He chuckled and pulled your shorts off.

You tried to close your legs to keep some of your dignity. But he forced them apart again and pulled the crotch of your underwear to the side.

He a slid finger between your slit groaning slightly.

“The fuck you so wet for slut? You have a fucking boyfriend.” He said, you whimpered as he stuck his finger in.

He licked his dry lips before licking your clit causing you to moan loudly.

He chuckled as continued his abuse on your sensitive clit. As he continued to pump two more fingers into you.

You whined loudly before moaning.

“I don’t think older sisters should enjoy getting fingered by their lil’ brothers.” He taunted,

His fingers slowed down a bit causing you to unconsciously rock back against is fingers trying to chance your orgasm.

This action didn’t go unnoticed to Katsuki.

“Right sis? Come on you shouldn’t be fucking back on my fingers like this.” He says, you whimper as your hips continue going back on his fingers chasing your high.

“P-Please just lemme.” You whine.

“Let you what? Speak whore.” He says harshly,

“Mmmm. I’m gonna... f-fuck.” You whine as you you were about to finish he pulled his fingers out ruining your orgasm.

“I’m sorry sis, I’m not allowed to touch you like this. Maybe I’d change my mind if you begged your little bro to stick his cock in and fuck you raw.” He says, you shake your head.

“Stop talking like that. I’m sorry okay I didn’t mean to upset you by saying you were like a brother to me.” You say looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“Just please I need to, I wanna...” you say trailing off, he grabbed your hips flipping you on your stomach. Before bending you over on the bed in your room.

“I’m gonna fuck up this hole real good.” He says, you groan as you felt him rub his dick on your opening.

When he pushed in you wanted to cry, not from the fact he made you do this.

But from the fact that the way his dick dragged inside of you made you feel so good you couldn’t help but just let him have his way with you.

“Oh, oh my fucking god.” You moaned into the pillow on his bed.

You felt him smack your ass harshly over and over with every thrust.

You knew it was gonna be sore tomorrow.

Not to mention that you couldn’t help but notice the down right porn star like moans and grunts Bakugou had let out as he used you however he wanted.

What if Shinso walked back in here? What if he walked in here only to watch the person he hates the most delifing you like this.

And you’re enjoying it..

You felt so sick and twisted.

Damnit what the hell is wrong with you why don’t you want him to stop!

He should stop.

You shouldn’t like this you shouldn’t-.

“Oi!” A voice interrupted your throats.

“T-The hell you thinking about? It better not be that damned purple haired cuck.” Bakugou said stuttering slightly as he pressed your face in the mattress and made your back arch more.

“Oh f-ffuck. Oh shit m’ gonna cum soon.” He said as his hand reached around to play with your clit.

“You first though. I wanna feel you squeeze around me before I bust in you. You got that?” He asked, his words had too much of an effect on your body causing you to moany loudly and finish around him like he asked.

“That’s a good whore.” He said as his hands grabbed your waist and began to pound into you harder than he had the entire time.

He moaned loudly as your used hole squeezed around him practically begging for him to cum inside you.

And that he did.

With a loud moan he finished in you moaning loudly and gave you everything he had.

He sat there for a bit not pulling out until he felt you twitch under him.

He pulled out groaning at the sensitivity.

“Did you have to c-cum inside?” You asked in feeling tears sting your eyes, he laughed.

“What scared you’ll have my baby and the whole school with find out what an absolute slut you are?” He asked running a hand down your back softly.

You whimpered before you before he smacked your bruised ass lightly.

“Relax. I’ll get you plan b today.” He said softly almost as if he felt bad for making you upset.

He pulled you up and kissed your tear stained face before hugging you.

“That only happened cause you couldn’t admit your feelings for me.” He whispered you stayed quiet.

“I love you (y/n). So every time you have sex with that damn loser I want you to remember who did this to you.” He whispered against your lips as he slipped a finger inside your already abused hole.

You whimpered and he chuckled.

“No one will ever make a mess of this pussy the way I did.” He said before kissing you.

He eventually stopped hugging you and got dressed leaving you alone in your room.

There was a reason he didn’t clean it out of you.

He wanted you to feel it.

To sit in it...

He wanted you to remember and never forget and how could you.

After all he was right.

You had feelings for him too.

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