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YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me!

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle.

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72 types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer.

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types.

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.”

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop.

—

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in.

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself.

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles.

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening.

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.”

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car.

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car.

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.”

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop.

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...”

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.”

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.

“Y/n!” You mom gasps.

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better.

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad.

“Sweetheart...”

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.”

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket.

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?”

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport.

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.”

—

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.”

“Kay, thanks.” You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72.

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’ Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies.

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’

—

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents.

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different.

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile.

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces. You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile. Suguru has different plans.

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster. Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t.

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you.

“What?” You ask.

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.”

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it.

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say.

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare.

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost.

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling.

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—”

“I don’t care.”

“Please—”

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him.

—

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72.

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened.

‘Oh wow.’

‘I know.’

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring.

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care.

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box.

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.”

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh.

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight.

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.”

‘And what is that?’

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight.

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please...

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’

You nod.

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand.

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day...

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt.

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder.

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming.

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out.

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water.

“N-no!”

—

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress.

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously.

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie.

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad.

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back.

Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks.

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him.

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.

“No babydoll—”

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed.

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase.

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.” You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him.

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother.

“I know it’s a lot of information.”

“It is.”

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—”

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.

“Suguru—”

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face.

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.” You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair.

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you.

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.”

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.”

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders.

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks.

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips.

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man.

“You okay babydoll?”

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.”

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.”

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt.

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch.

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.” he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark.

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you.

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.

“T-that was—”

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.”

“Same.” You smile before wincing.

“What’s wrong babydoll.”

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble.

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly.

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.” He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.

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I CAN WAIT

ex-classmates!gojo & geto x fem!reader word count. 3.1k content. threesome, spitroasting, fuckboy!gojo, pining geto suguru, established relationship wtih gojo, slight angst

author's note: JJK MANGA SPOILERS -> wondering if geto didn't die if gojo's personality would've stayed the same from hidden inventory....hm. 🤔🤔🤔anyway, so I made the decision for myself. FUCKBOY ADULT GOJO FTW 🗣🗣

“ Suguru .”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember her?” Satoru has been smiling down at his phone for the last ten minutes, scouring your Instagram feed, double tapping each and every photo that has you in a skimpy outfit, suggestive pose, or both.

Distracted, Suguru makes a faint noise of agreement, clearly not caring enough to give Gojo his full attention, rather focusing on digging through his desk drawers to find the paperwork Yaga was asking for.

Satoru picks up on his best friend's lack of interest in the topic, clicks his tongue and holds his phone out. “Suguru. Look. ”

With a hefty sigh (or groan? No. Most definetly a grunt), Suguru shoots his head up from his drawer, frustrated, sending Gojo a bored look. It doesn’t phase him, instead he just wiggles his phone playfully, a smug grin rising to his cheeks. Suguru sighs, peeved and weary, squinting his eyes to get a better look at the screen from across the room.

“Just— fuck , just wear your goddamn glasses, Suguru—”

“Hell no . Just pass me the phone.”

Satoru obliges, standing from Suguru’s office couch to hand his phone over. “I stumbled across one of our clients Instagram and she was hot , so I stalked her pag—”

“Weirdo,” Suguru snickers, too used to his best friend’s antics by now. He looks back down at the phone, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at because there’s five girls on the screen, and he doesn’t recognise any of them.

“—Anyway .” Satoru trails off, his long legs striding over to the other side of the desk, leaning in extra close to Suguru (because Gojo has never understood the concept of personal space , like ever). Using his long index finger, he draws circles in the air before tapping it over your body, posing provocatively in the bathroom mirror with your friends.

Out of the group of five, you stand out the most to Suguru, having been eyeing you before he even knew who you were. He still doesn’t know, to be frank. Satoru has been doing everything and beyond but give him your name, or the reason why he’s supposed to know you.

“Am I supposed to know who she is?” He asks with a tick of his brow, looking over at Satoru, irked at the way his icy blue eyes full of lust are scanning over your body.

Suguru nudges him aggressively with his elbow, repeating his question.

Gojo frowns, rubbing his side with a pout. “You don’t remember her? From Jujutsu High? She sat in front of Shoko and they were friends?”

“Oh! Her? Really ?” Suguru takes another look at the photo, zooming in nonsensically, completely enthralled with how well you turned out to be. “Damn.”

“Right ?” Satoru sports a cheesy grin, flopping back onto Suguru’s office chair, hands behind his head, digging his fingers into the candy bowl on the edge of Suguru’s desk. “Already DM’d her.”

Geto scoffs. “For what? To fuck ?”

Satoru pulls his glasses downwards, looking at him as if the answer was obvious. “ Duh ? She looks hot now.”

“You haven’t seen the girl in—” He thinks back to how long it’d been since he’d graduated. “Eight years . You really think she’s gonna want to talk—”

A notification dings from Satoru’s phone. They both look down at his phone on the table, your username popping up on his screen with a dm saying omg satoru? hi! it’s been so long :) how are you?

Suguru swallows his tongue. “I take back what I said.”

Satoru smiles, grabbing his phone, long fingers already typing out another message to you. He lounges on Suguru’s office couch, legs kicked obnoxiously over the arm. Every time Suguru hears the notification noise from Satoru’s phone, something inside him itches, like a vein just waiting to pop. Instead of Satoru doing his fucking job, like everybody else in this agency, he’s texting some ex-schoolgirl who he’s never said more than 6 words to. The only reason you’re so excited to talk to him, was because he’s Satoru Gojo, and every girl back at Jujutsu High liked Satoru Gojo at one point.

Suguru wants no part in Satoru’s little scavenger hunt for you. He’s got better things to do. In all honesty, it’s dehumanising. Satoru was never interested in you, back when you were an average school girl with nothing to offer him. Now you’ve grown up, got a body on you, one that turns him on, one that he thinks is worthy of his attention, he’s showering you with attention.

It’s embarrassing.

Weeks went by and by now, you were most likely publicly with Gojo, letting him spoil you with gifts, dates, sex… Suguru knows this because Satoru tells him everything. It’s not an exaggeration either. He can probably name everything about your body, everything that turns you on, everything that you like, just the right way you like Gojo’s fingers curled inside you.

The list goes on…and on .

Satoru is shameless. His hands wander everywhere, grabbing onto your ass with a smack, indifferent to the fact that he’s in public. He even went as far as to send Suguru your own naughty pics ;), he’d call them, spamming Geto’s phone—without a care—of pics and videos of you bent over, back in a perfect arch, squealing into the pillow as Gojo’s thick cock thrusts inside you, angling his dick to hit that spot that makes your fingers dig into the sheets, scrunching them into a ball.

Geto feels guilty .

Guilty of the fact he can have regular conversations with you that seem innocent at first, until he’s picturing your naked body underneath your clothes. Guilty of the fact at night he’s picturing you in those positions. Guilty of the fact he wishes you were with him , not Satoru. He could treat you better, he would not send your pictures out to his friends, rather save them in a photo album called my eyes only. He’d treat you well, not slap your ass in public at any given moment.

His first mistake was saving the photos and videos. It’s disgusting how many times he’s rewatched them, stroked his cock at night to the pictures of you kneeling in front of a mirror, shirt lifted up and over your tits, flashing them to the camera for Gojo’s eyes, not his.

His second mistake was spending the night at Satoru’s, taking the offer simply because he mentioned that you’d be there. Sneaking glances over at you curled over by Gojo’s side, hiding your face into his chest when the movie scene is a little too scary for your liking, didn’t help his soothe his feelings for you, only strengthening them, wishing you were by his side right now, giving him warmth as you wrap your arms around his sides, snuggling into him.

His third mistake was letting you flirt with him when Gojo went upstairs. He didn’t stop your wandering fingers trail over his stomach, tickling the flat plane of his stomach as you whisper in his ear how much you want him .

Suguru should have told you off, told you Satoru is right upstairs, and if you hurt him, he’d never forgive you. But instead, he let you press your lips to his, let you cup his cheeks to deepen the kiss, licking, and moaning into his mouth. He kisses you like he’s touch starved, strong hands gripping your hips, tugging you onto his lap, grinding his hips up into the feeling of yours.

Satoru climbs back down the stairs, humming a stupid tune before stopping in his tracks at the sight. Suguru pulls you off him, lips parted in shock, wondering how he’s going to explain this.

“ What ? You started without me?” Gojo dedicates the question towards you who giggles and dips your face into Suguru’s neck, peeking past the curve of Geto’s throat over at your boyfriend.

“I couldn’t help myself, Satoru.”

Wait, what? Excuse me—what the fuck.

Suguru can’t voice his opinion, looking dumbfounded at Satoru. He’s tugging his shirt off, losing it to the kitchen and hops on the couch next to you, dragging you by the hips off his lap, onto all fours in front of him.

What the actual fuck ?

You make heated eye contact with Suguru, enjoying the way his eyes widen marginally at the sight of you. “You want me to suck your dick?”

“ Huh ?” He’s finally able to speak, only muttering those words as you and Gojo laugh at each other. “What’s so funny ? Is this some kind of—of— porno , or something?!”

“Do you want it to be?” You perk up with an idea. “I can get my phone out if you like.”

Gojo grins again, looking down at your body, hand clapping down on your left cheek, still sore from earlier today. “ Good idea, baby.” He smacks you again, satisfied with the squeak you let out.

The way you two are acting like this is just a regular Saturday and not the most confusing day of Suguru’s life has him baffled.

“What? No—no ? Why’re you so comfortable with recording—”

“It’s not like anything you haven’t seen before, Suguru.” You’re tugging your shirt off, reaching behind you to remove your bra.

Geto feels like his world stops turning at that moment. Time stood still for a second, his heart beating erratically. “You—you knew ?”

Gojo wraps a hand around your throat, and you’re biting your lip as he lifts you upwards till your back is against his chest. “Yeah, she knew. It was her idea, after all. Ain’t she a freak?” As if to prove a point, he tightens his grip on your throat a little, making a show of his veiny hands.

You let out a little moan that goes straight to Suguru’s cock. The twitch was obvious in those grey sweatpants of his. Having noticed it, you’re reaching forward to run your finger along the length of it. The feeling is ticklish, and it makes Suguru’s stomach clench a little.

He’s still a little (a lot?) confused, but decided to think later. This was a once in a lifetime moment. Who’s he to not seize the opportunity?

“So she wanted me to see all those nudes?”

Gojo skims a hand down your back, and it arches involuntarily, trying to chase the tickle of his fingers. “Answer him, baby.”

“Y—yeah, Suguru—” Your voice comes out in a soft, choked off moan when Gojo’s fingers play with your clit.

His cock does another twitch in his pants.

“Satoru wanted— oh—” It’s hard to speak when Gojo’s toying with your body like this, dipping his fingers in and out momentarily everytime you open your mouth to speak.

He lets go of your throat, and begins pushing you downwards, your arms landing by Geto’s thighs. You make eye contact with him and watch those brown eyes of his drop down to your lips.

“Baby. Wanna show him how good you are at sucking cock?”

You blink over at Suguru, not bothering to ask with your lips, but your eyes, batting your lashes at him in a way he can’t resist. With a faint nod of his head, you’re leaning down to fiddle with his drawstrings, pulling his sweats down to his knees.

Satoru trails a line of hot, wet kisses along your back, down to your cunt, kissing sloppily at your clit. You moan into Geto’s mouth at the feeling, slowly grinding your hips back against Satoru’s tongue. Geto’s cock sits thick, and heavy in your hands, stroking lazily as you suck the length of his tongue.

“Alright, stop teasin’ him, baby. Show him.” Gojo winks at Suguru who’s busy focusing on the feel of your hand on his dick.

So warm, so soft; he briefly wonders how your mouth would feel.

As if reading his thoughts, you slip away in favour of bending downwards, kitten licking the tip of his cock. Suguru has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning, head throwing itself back when you begin sucking slowly , cheeks hollowing out as you bob your head up and down, engulfing his cock in the warmth of your mouth.

“Holy— fuck , shit—” Geto spits out every curse he can think of, fingers twitching at his side to stop himself from pushing your head down.

Gojo—being the obnoxious man he is— places his huge hand on the back of your head, pushing you down, down , till you were choking on Suguru’s cock, nose brushing the skin of his pelvis. The sound of gargling filled the room, and Suguru groans, loud and long , chin dropping to his chest to pay close attention to your lips as they’re wrapped around his cock.

“Yeah? How’s that feel, Suguru?”

“It’s—dude, fuck . Amazing.” The sight is obscene, and his cock twitches in your mouth again. Your hips wriggle from side to side, craving Gojo’s touch down there.

Taking the hint, Satoru lets go of your head, moving them to your hips and angling them upwards. Suguru expects you to lift yourself off and take a breath. He doesn’t expect you to grab his limp hand from his side, putting it on the back of your head, looking at him suggestively with a slight nod of your head that has your throat tickling his cock.

Your giggle trails off into a moan when Gojo thrusts his cock inside you without fanfare, enjoying the way your back arches even more into the feeling, loving the way Geto hisses when your throat tightens around his length. He cums down your throat involuntarily, hand moving your head up and down to chase the feeling of your mouth as his cum spills in your mouth.

He pulls you off and you begin screaming when Gojo presses you further into the couch, holding you by your hips as his cock thrusts into you, uncaring of the way your body wasn’t fully prepped. Geto watches with wide eyes as you scratch at the couch cushions, trying to lift your back up, just a little, only to get pushed back down by Satoru’s hand.

“Gojo, dude, she’s—”

“She’s fine,” Gojo grits out, squeezing the fat of your hips, fucking into you deeper just to prove a point.

The position makes you feel every inch of his cock, crying out his name as tingles race through your body, face heating up profoundly as he jackhammers into you till your body is nothing but mush .

You grab the only thing you can reach, Suguru’s hand, squeezing, digging your nails into his palm and he can only watch the part where your bodies connect, pay close attention to the sight of his cock fucking your wetness back into your tight hole.

“I’m gonna cum—” Gojo’s hips stutter, the rhythm he’d set falling off exceedingly. “You want me to fill you, huh, baby?” When you don’t respond, brain is too mushy to comprehend he’s even talking to you, he spanks you, hard and fast , till your body jerks, walls spasming around his cock that’s overstimulating your pussy to the highest degree.

“Satoru—I’m !” The words barely leave your lips before you cum on his cock, nails digging painfully into Suguru’s hands, making him wince, but squeezes you back for reassurance.

“I’m close. Fuck .” His hips still with one final thrust before there’s a wet squlech, his cum filling your pussy to the brim. He rolls into you a few times, ensuring it stays there, before pulling out, with another wet squelch.

The sound is music to Suguru’s ears.

Almost instantly, you flop onto the couch, laying limp and boneless, as Satoru climbs off it, stretching his long legs. Times like this are where Suguru wishes his friend had some common decency; watching him stroll over to the bathroom to wash his hands and clean up.

“Hey, you good?” Suguru pokes at your side to see if you’re even alive.

Your laugh is muffled by the cushions, but you’re using the little energy you have left in you to swat his hand away. “Yeah, ‘m good.”

Everything feels sore, your jaw, your thighs, your legs. Everything hurts, but you manage to flip yourself over so you’re laying on your back. You stare up at Suguru with a smile; his heartbeat practically pounding against his chest now.

“C’mere,” you say, gesturing for him to come closer.

He leans down and your hand flys to the back of his head, holding him there as you kiss him, slowly. The taste of him is faint, but there, the salty after taste almost makes him sick before he melts into it, licking into your mouth with fervour.

You let his hand roam downwards, cupping your tit, toying with it in his palm as Satoru enters the room again, stretching his long limbs. “Ah, that was fun.”

Suguru mumbles, “Yeah” into your mouth, thumbs rolling against your nipples.

“Oi. You wanna fuck her next?”

He pulls off, watching the line of spit break mid air, dripping onto the side of your mouth. His thumb catches it, swiping the flat of his thumb against it, shoving it back into your mouth. “Is she even—” He can’t speak properly, not when you’re sucking his thumb like that, looking up at him like that .

You’re so beautiful, it’s unfair . It’s unfair you’re with someone like Gojo who’d probably leave you in a month from now. He looks over at his friend, then looks back down at you, waiting for his answer. The relationship won’t last, he knows it. He knows something will come up, causing your downfall, (he definitely isn’t praying on it), and when it does, he’ll be there to pick up the pieces, put you back together, make you his.

“Nah. It’s cool.” He runs his thumb back at the middle of your lip, focused on the way the soft, tender flesh flattenns beneath his touch. “I’ll wait.”

spoiler alert : you and gojo don't break up

time for geto to convince gojo to turn poly 👻

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