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make a series please of the suna fic

I did ^^

Will we get anymore smau??

yes we will <3

“that escalated quickly”

Suna rintarou x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter.

cw : —smut, oral [f.receiving], cervix bruising, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation + praising [names called —pretty whore, doll], masochism, sadism, dacryphilia [suna likes seeing you cry], mean¡dom suna.

Note : you don't have to read the series to read the smut, stay horny friends. mdni.

↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3

“oh what's this?” then corner of his lips curled up, a sinister smirk and you know you got yourself tangled in a spider web, there is no backing out. “don't get shy on me now y/n, eyes on me”

Listen, it would have been really easy to keep your eyes on him but not like this

you are panting, you can't focus like this, he is so mean, suna's hand were gripped around your thighs so tightly that you know their will be marks left, both over his shoulder.

his pointy tongue has been making small circles around your bud, painfully lazily, painfully slowly. while his fingers? They held a ruthless pace, the long pale ones which were hitting you right on your gspot.

Your breaths are so shallow, with each and every strike against your gspot, with stripe of his long tongue against your perky clit, you feel the bliss, you will cum like this, your head is thrown back.

A little more push and you will be over, your eyes keep clenching due to jolts of pleasure everytime his finger moves a bit higher, and the most lustful things was how his eyes were directly observing every expression of your face.

a fox? Yeah they were smart and sneaky but suna, he isn't a fox he is a snake, his slanted eyes never leaves your face, you can see how his tongue flattens over your clit and how his lips wraps around your already swollen bud, to suck even more harshly.

he is enjoying your pain and pleasure, he is enjoying how tears were brimming in your eyes just to follow his words, he is enjoying how flustered you look every time you are about to let the knot in your stomach go, but just as it about to happen

he removes his hands, he removes his tongue and replaces your heat with a smile on his lips, a grin, a evil one.

“fuck— stop being a bitch” you stutter out, and you know shouldn't have said that when he is in control but he wouldn't mind that right he is your friend for year— his tongue is poking his cheek at your words, it seems so dangerous.

“a bitch you say?” he undoes his sweats and finally after the cruel hours of you imaging it, over and over again your eyes lands on his dick, oozing with a little precum, it looks a little bigger than last time, a little harder maybe.

“weren't you the one who was acting like a bitch in heat, all this while begging me to fuck you over” he scoffs, raising his eyebrows when you shudder hearing his words.

“don't tell me being humiliated gets you off” his hands pulls you abruptly closer by your thighs, to the edge of the bed, his lips twisted and amused, so close, a little more and you will be rubbing against him.

suna smells like being high in summer afternoon, intoxicating and mind enfulging, his one hand rests on your waist, closer to your mounds. he bents a little lower and you don't mean to whine but you do, he rubs his member on your core forming slow little shapes. “let's play a guessing game, we guess what turns us on, I will go first”

He slips in without a warning, you have imagined it more than you would like to admit but nothing could prepare you to hold his length, he isn't halfway through and you are filled, you moan loud enough that you know if you anyone was in the hallways they could hear you.

suna is not one to make noise in bed, but he can't help but curse at how tight you were, yeah maybe he was a little to big for you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't make you fit for him.

“you are a masochist” he slams in again and you scream, the stretch is too much for you, the pain is greater par with the pleasure but that doesn't make suna stop, so cute crying like that— who would have thought he could fuck his neighbors daughter so well, the one who trusted him to take care of you? Is now fucking you like you are his own personal doll.

He asks for your assumption, but your are blabbing mess the only thing you could do was moan more loudly as his pace started to increase, he is hitting your cervix already—

“moans? you got this right, pretty moans from a pretty whore” he hovers over you, leaning in right below your neck, his teeth sinks on your mound, away from your nipples but enough to make whine.

His hands move to grip you by your neck, veins popping out as he tightens it and your cloudy mind comes to a halt, he grunts feeling you clench down on him as he grips your neck more tightly, breaths shallow for you that your face becomes red, you feel like you will pass out

“choking” he seems proud, eyes intently watching your fucked out face. The tears that were threatening to come out of your eyes, once he moves faster, the water break loose and tears glides down your cheek. His hits were accurate, how could be so fast and not sloppy.

“aww are you crying?” he smirks, leaning in, mere inches away from your face, his hands that were wrapped around your neck finally let's you breath and grips your jaw, you were expecting a kiss, a slower pace when he inched more closer but he licked, he licked your tears away that escaped your eyes.

“guess your tears turn me on too” and you don't mean to shudder or clench around him at his words, but he feels the clench around his pulsating member ramming your heat, it's so hot— you like this under him, you feel friction against your walls, the knot in your stomach hanging just to let it go.

His pelvis keeps rubbing your clit, the accurate sharp hitting of his dick against your cervix leaves a burning sensation, it's bruised definitely, the muscle on his inside you keeps getting hard with each rub against your gspot, you will cum, you will cum.

“cumming” you manage to mumble out, your back is arched, and as you feel the rush pooling out of with the little rub against your clit his finger pressed on, your toe curls and you gush out against his member.

His pace gets a little sloppy as he feels your walls tightening more, his head thrown back as a small mewl of your names leaves his lips. That is gonna be painted in your mind forever.

But instead of him slowing down or rushing his escape that he feels around him, the warm hot hole which keeps squeezing him, his thumb moves to your perky nub and rubs, he lowers his face putting your nipple between in his teeth only to press down on it roughly.

“no, no too much ahh—” you moan out, slurring between your words. he sucks on your nipples more harshly, rolling the tip with his tongue, suna is clouded with being in you— the pleasure and satisfaction after having you after days and days of wet dreams

The warmth is finally satisfying, it finally feels complete and each thrust even if he pretends to be control, he is loosing it, he is loosing himself in you— fuck it,

you look so pretty under him shivering, like you are just a mess and only have him to guide you out, he crossed the friends line and if that means he gets to see such a pretty view under him, he will do it all over again.

Faster and sloppiler pace as he watches your eyes roll back due to the overstimulation all over again, he gets ready to move out and cum on your stomach but, the small mewl when you say 'inside' had his hips rolling in a new angle.

He grips your thigh, putting it over his shoulder, his thoughts stuck in his throat before it could finally reach his conscience, with another accurate push against your gspot, with another harsh hit on your cervix and with another clench by you, he paints your walls white.

Hot spurts of seed shooting inside you, the warmth alone makes you cum again with the overstimulation of your little nub, he places a sloppy kiss on your lips before pulling out.

Collapsing on the sheet beside you, you huff out— letting your breath catch, the fast orgasm still has your mind fuzzy.

You turn to look at suna, not as wrecked or visibly exhausted like you but he is panting, the hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are closed, the sweat is making his skin glow, he looks so hot. Did you just fuck this guy?

“hey,” you mumble, your voice comes off as a feeble sound, your throat was too strained due to the screaming, “I am on birth control so don't worry”

Suna turns to look directly into your eyes, his lips are twisted upwards, a mischievous one “that didn't bother me, you knocked up and swollen cause of me? Hot”

You almost choke yourself at his remark, and you wonder if the red bruises on your skin he left was more pigmented than your cheeks.

“one more round?”

“YOU DID WHAT?” the professor sighs once again, is yelling in his class a daily occurrence now? Atleast nobody cursed this time, he looks at the back of the glass from where the sound came and, ah yes it's the oh so familiar blond head and along with the girl who curses, again.

he takes his glasses off. “out now”

Yuuji terushima is still in shock, no he saw a mere inch of that hickey and wondered for a whole minute, did a whole fucking octopus attacked you with his suckling tentacles.

“y/n you can't walk properly, you are stumbling”

“I know” you whisper loudly, trying to keep your pace up to walk like a normal human being, the cramps in your thighs are still there. It's like you a bulldozer was drilled inside you.

But you would pay anything, anything to feel the ecstasy of his tongue rubbing softly against you. Anything to be held by his gruff hands, anything to feel him inside you.

and anything to feel the smell of his summer like hair, minty cologne he uses which was mixed a bit with the scent of cigar.

“I need details, babe” terushima yuuji stops you, clicking his tongue, a isolated place to talk about your sex life. It may sound creepy but he is your bestfriend he deserves to know. “hush, not now bitch” you roll your eyes, like what if someone hears about how suna plunged his fingers inside you, no no not safe.

“fine, then I won't tell you about atsumu's new girl” he has a smug smile, but you roll your eyes, placing your hands over your chest. “as if I care”

“oh, you will” he sounds so assure, quickly fumbling to take his phone out, he unlocks it, opening up his instagram. “its suna's ex” huh.

“knew tsumu was a scumbag, how could he fuck his bestfriend's ex” you spat out, taking the phone from his hand, you don't really care about which suna's ex this was, non insignificant. but she looks pretty.

“says the one who fucked their ex's bestfriend, and suna also did the same you know” you scoff, mumbling to reason how you were the hot ex of miya and suna was the hot bestfriend— its different with hot people apparently.

“we are not talking about this again, we are adults we can fuck whoever you want”

“but you said he was a scumbag first for doing that”

“you are supposed take my side”

“suna, tsumu went out with that half korean girl last saturday” Osamu, puts the drink for his friend on the kitchen counter, its his brother he is bitching about he knows, he is a douchebag he will agree.

but he doesn't want that bastard to have a black eye so if that means he has to apologize for him, he will do it.

“oh yeah?” suna puts his phone on the desk, eyes still lingering on the typing sign on his screen, he is least bothered, he is chewing his lips in anctipation for your message to pop up.

“can't believe he is going for your ex” Osamu sighs, waiting for a reaction but he notices as his lips are turned a bit upwards when the ding of notification pops on his screen.

“that doesn't bother you?” suna finally looks up after typing out something, nonchalant expression as he slips his phone into his jacket.

“can't really blame him while I am making his ex's heartbeat faster too” that leaves osamu dumbfounded, which ex— atsumu had tons of flings and relationship so if suna was going out one his girlfriend it wouldn't bother him. right?

“which one?” he raises his eyebrow taking a chuck of his drink, the cold liquid leaves a burn in his throat.

“y/n” Osamu chokes, spits the drink almost out, Oh that will bother atsumu miya real well.

“for real?” he stares at suna, slurring between his word, a simple nod confirms the deal, suna isn't one to joke around with stuff like this.

“never knew you were the gentleman cheesy type, making her heartbeat faster and stuff” he scoffs, sipping his drink once again.

“oh” suna pauses, a smirk tugging on his lips, as his tongue pokes the inside of his check. “the other heartbeat, down south”

que to osamu choking again

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— blue lock! boys reacting to you accidentally confessing to them.

I.e you accidentally text them instead of your friends. maybe a little ooc so bear with it.

blue lock x reader.

I love this

based off this post by @75screamingtoads that made me start watching. as you can see my art gets progressively worse each panel lol

FINALLY BACK AFTER MY EXAMS. GOSH IT WAS SO HECTIC BUT I WILL POST ALL THE PREQUELS AND PARTS FOR THE SERIES TO BE YET COMPLETED.

“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

“Are you out of your mind?” If you didn't know suna better, you would think he is mad at you but being his friends since preschool really makes you know him more than a way you want to know.

The subtle red tone that is crawling up his neck and his burning ears, the usual no emotion facade is long gone and beneath those green slanted eyes you can tell how he trying to hide how flustered he is.

You comprehend his statement for a while in your head and if you say so yourself, you really must have lost your mind, because who in their right mind asks a friend who came to take care of you when you are sick, to show them their dick.

"Is this post breakup trauma?" Suna deadpans regarding your lack of response, standing up from your couch, while his hand moves to rub his template. He is speechless, his mind is blank, you caught him off guard he will give you that.

But how the fuck did you come in a conclusion where you want to see his dick?

Well, honestly it happened three days ago, friday noon when you accidentally entered the his room without knocking, and there was suna naked in all his glory, jerking off.

And you should have left immediately, you really should have but how could you not take a peek when his define adam's apple bobbed evidently, his head thrown back, his hair sticking to his face due to the sweat, sweat which was sliding down his collar bone towards his definite abs.

With eyes closed shut, breath heavy he looked like a true art, you know how handsome he is, everyone in your university knows really. But as your eyes scanned how his veiny long fingers were wrapped around his dick, you felt like drooling.

His dick looked tempting than the ice cream you wanted to have during your diet. because good lord, WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT SIZE ???

Your ex boyfriend had a good size to himself but suna's. SUNA'S? It's not even comparable, just the average girth but who would have thought your childhood bestfriend was about 10 inches long. Okay maybe nine inches but you bet it would get bigger once he is hard.

It would have been fine if it was just long but you think it's prettier than his face, the pinkish tone covering it with a slight darken tone at the tip making it look like a cherry and AND— it had the perfect curves to reach places your fingers would never reach.

And while you were immersed in your perverted thoughts about how suna's dick was 10/10, he caught you staring at him, while he was, beating his thing. And honestly suna even knows if it was anyone else he wouldn't have freaked out that much, it was his fault jerking off without locking the door of his room after all.

But in his defense when he let out the not so shrill scream, it was because he thought people knock before they enter and good lord even if he expected to get caught never in his dream he would imagine you walking on him, his friend for years.

And you might have left being embarrassed head to toe that day and apologized through phone that evening , and after sharing few classes after that day you definitely also pretended to act normal like things didn't happen, but it would be a lie if you didn't unlock a desire to– well to put it in simple words, fuck suna.

You were noticing small things you never noticed, like how sharp his jawline was and were his fingers always so long ? that everytime your eyes fell on them, you would think about what places it could reach.

Also, was his grayish green eyes were so seducing, objectively speaking he was always handsome according to anyone who has a good eyesight, but you swear after seeing him that way, you were dragging suna with you in that gutters where your mind lies.

Because you swear to god you are always calm and collected especially not this horny, for godsake suna came to your dorm with a warm porridge and medicine in his hand, asking how you were feeling just for you to ask.

"Can I see your dick?"

SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES? Oh, BTW THE CONCEPT FOR THIS FICTION IS FROM A MANHWA SERIES CALLED “how I came to like my male friend” I just read the first few chapters and had to make something about it.

⩩ part : 2 , part - 3

“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.

you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.

and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.

and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.

akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.

but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.

“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.

“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”

“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.

“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.

he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.

“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.

“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.

“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.

“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.

akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.

“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.

“then sit on it”

☆ R U GONNA STAY THE NIGHT? — fratboy!GETO SUGURU

summary:geto suguru, 'top dog' on campus, is used to ploughing through all the ditzy little freshmen without any concern for their feelings. but now his biggest challenge, is you, and it's not getting you in his bed, its getting you to stay in it.

wc: 4k (look guys I did it)

cw: afab!reader, all types of fucking, masturbation, you ride his dick, you ride his face, he gives you like two spanks, he's kinda whiny but then at the same time not. you both think you're the boss of this situationship and you are both wrong. MDNI slight angst if you squint, or maybe angst angst idk

an: first fic in 10 days, is this what you call a comeback? idk but I hope you enjoy whatever this is I TRIED OKAY I TRIED! Also thanks bae @kazushawty for betaing some and bullying me in our chats

sleeping with a frat bro wasn’t on your to do list during your freshman year, but there is something about geto suguru that you just can’t shake. you thought that you were one of many, after hearing all the rumours about him that spread throughout campus and that didn’t phase you as long as he could get you off, you didn’t care what else he did. but little did you know he is all about you and he is finally gonna let that be known tonight.

"excuse me," a whisper brushes against your ear, a deep, low hum that sends shivers down your spine. hands press lightly on your waist, shifting you ever so slightly. you glance over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowing when you realise there is more than enough room for the person to pass. it's geto suguru, and you shoot him a withering glare.

"what's the problem?" he asks, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he observes the hard look you're giving him. but instead of answering, you simply turn away, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

geto, undeterred by your cold response, takes a step closer. his presence is magnetic, and you can feel the heat of his body inches from yours. the music pulses around you, the crowd dancing and laughing, but all you can focus on is him.

“y’know me” he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and his voice drops to a seductive murmur. "can’t resist the opportunity to get a little closer to you."

“oh fuck off geto,” you hiss, but your words had no real bite, you move your elbow to try and deter him but his stance remains fixed behind you.

“you’re a hard woman to please,” he sighs, with mock sadness, “but as frat president i can’t have one of my party guest having a bad time at one of my parties can i?”

“maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough,” you retort quickly, finally turning around to face him head on, a teasing smirk appearing on your face, “what would you know about pleasing me?”

“i think we both know what i know about pleasing you,” he offers his hand out, “c’mon let me show you a good time.” you hesitate, seeing the spark in his eyes and he puts his hand out further, urging you to take it. you close your eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath before letting him drag you into the crowd of people.

geto hand remains a reassuring hold as he drags you through the sea of intoxicated dancers. he pulls you into him, his dick already bricked up as brings it to your ass, your turn your head and raise your eyebrow, and he flashes a smile in return his hands sliding down to hold your hips as he starts to gyrate against you. you quickly match his pace, throwing back your ass, your hips swaying in time with geto and the music.

he places his hand at the small of your back, forcing you to bend slightly, as he widens his stance and forces his body into your further. your mouth parts, at the contact, and you smile at the feeling — geto suguru actually has rhythm. he’s quick to pull you up, peppering light kisses against your face as he grinds into you.

his arm hooks around your neck in a gentle but firm hold, as he bends down to your ear, his lips whispering words only meant for you, as he continues to rub his clothed dick in the crook of your ass. geto manoeuvres his hands up and down your body, his fingers teasingly toying with your tits, as he explores all you, right on the dance floor.

you could feel the heat between your legs grow, so you pull away from geto turning around to face him, his hands coming down to hold you close to him as if he was afraid you'd run away. “not bad huh?” he asks, knowing that you feel the exact same as he does, you both didn’t even notice all the eyes on you, as the crowd of partygoers just witnessed you almost fuck on the dance floor.

before you could even respond, you could feel the wind being knocked out of you as a broad chest collides right into you. geto keeps you upright, so you don’t fall on your ass and places you behind him as he steps to the person responsible for almost knocking you over. 

as the fog of the moment clears, you see the cause of the commotion—gojo satoru, geto's best friend, is in a blissful state of drunkenness, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"heeeeyy, suguru," gojo greets loudly, his bleary eyes darting between the two of you. "is this you, yeah?" his words slur slightly, but it's clear he's trying to figure out the situation. geto doesn't respond verbally, but the subtle smirk on his face and the bashful look on yours speak volumes. "you know what we could do to make this night greater," gojo announces with an exaggerated flourish.

geto sighs, on a usual day he’s all up for entertaining his friend but tonight all he wants to do is entertain you. “what is it satoru?”

“shots!” he cheers, looking around the room to be completely ignored, in too much of a drunken state to even notice, “c’mon sugu, you love shots, you can even bring this pretty little thing you’ve got with you.” he finishes, gojo’s eyes linger on you a little too long as he sizes you up, his bottom lip pulling into his teeth and all you could do is raise your eyebrows up at him, puzzled.

“bro,” geto commands, and gojo’s eyes snap to his friends as he raises his hand in mock surrender, “just take us to the fucking shots.” the subtle tension between the two guys didn't go unnoticed by you, but you brush it off, chalking it up to frat boys being frat boys. 

it was soon forgotten anyways, with you sprawled across a table of the frat house, drunken partygoers jeering at you as your shirt is half pulled up just stopping at your breast and gojo is cheering as he’s sprinkles salt on you and lines your stomach with shots.

“care to do the honours,” gojo taunts geto as he finishes pouring the final shot. geto sends a glare his way ignoring him as he makes his way over to you, giving you a long stripe of his tongue down your stomach, before quickly downing all the shots on your stomach, his eyes stuck on you. gojo offers him a lime, which he snatches straight out of his hands. gojo tuts, shaking his head, “someones touchy.” and just to add fuel to the fire, gojo has his own lick at your stomach, more slower and sensual then geto’s was, and he pours himself a shot, giving you a wink as he drinks it.

“what the fuck man?” geto interrogates, stepping to his friend, slightly wobbling as the shots he just backed in swift succession, hit him quickly.

“what’s wrong suguru?” gojo teases with a playful grin, he wasn’t dumb he knew who you were before he even saw you, geto talks about you all the time. so when gojo finally saw you with him, with geto still downplaying how he hard he actually fucks with you, he couldn’t help but fuck with his friend a bit, “you jealous?”

“don’t even start with me ‘toru,” geto warns, and you begin to sit up with an eye roll, you couldn’t deny you were a bit tipsy, but no amount of alcohol could make you bear to see this lame exchange of fray boy bravado. 

“oh whats your issue man,” gojo brushes him off, going to pour himself another drink, but geto is hot on his tails. “bro we literally always share the hot freshmen, what makes her any different.”

“because she just is,” geto snaps, in an attempt of a hush tone but you hear him loud and clear.

“i think i’m going to go,” you say out loud, and geto hears you pausing, slightly panicked. forgetting all about gojo his focus back onto you.

“no no, you don’t have to leave, we were having a good time right?” he stammers, rushing to persuade you stay. you couldn’t deny that you were having a good time, geto suguru is actually fun to be around, and the way he was staring at you, begging for you just stay with him, hits you right in your core. he pulls you close to him as he murmurs to you, “i know you felt what i felt when we were dancing, just give me a chance and like i said earlier i could really show you a good time. if you let me.”

geto just wanted to get you alone, he could see that the heavy noise of the club was clearly not your vibe, but he couldn’t let you leave just yet. he offers out his hand just like he did at the start of the party, but this time you didn’t hesitate to take it. letting him cart you off upstairs as you both ignore that wolf whistles coming from gojo, “you better get some suguru, go and get some for the both of us!”

when you get up into geto’s room, you try to disregard the slew of people strung out in different rooms across the house. but geto was confident, he had no reason not to be with you in his arms, wanting him just as badly as he wants you.

“c’mere,” he beckons you, as he sits down, patting down his thigh. you happily skip over to him, perching yourself right on his thigh, your arms hooking around his neck, your hands clasping together, locking him in. you face inches closer to his, your lips part ready to taste him but he halts you, smirking as he says “you're cute, y’know that right?”

“how so?” you ask, entertaining him with an eye roll.

“you always sit in class with me, trying to act all bothered by my presence,” he comments, “but turns out all it takes is for you to come to one of my parties, and for you to dance with me, to get you cumming in my lap… literally.”

“are we gonna fuck?” you say bluntly, catching him off guard, “or are you gonna continue to talk nonsense.” even though he wasn’t talking nonsense, he was right, tonight really did change your perspective on geto. but you weren’t dumb he was the president of the frat, and his best friend gojo’s comments earlier only further cemented the type of people frat guys are.

you press your lips against his before he has a chance to respond, your tongue darting in his mouth as he moulds into you. one of his hands works its way down your body whilst the other stays caressing your face. you groan against him, driving yourself against his thigh, your clothed cunt, already dripping just from the friction alone. 

“you getting off on my thigh yeah?” he teases between kisses, and you nod, desperately pushing yourself into him. he hikes you up further, his lips still moving in tandem with yours, and he spreads you into lap so you could properly straddle him. you both had quick movements, both of you are needy and wanting of the other. geto’s hands slide down your back and keep your ass in a firm hold as you begin to rock against him.

geto pulls away from you, his lips already plump from the way you’ve been gnawing at them. you pout at the removal but he laughs, “patience, princess.” but you ignore him your hands darting into his pants, ready to free his dick and land it, but he places his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows raising in warning, “what did i just say?”

“to take out your dick and sit on it right?” you shrug coyly, chuckling at your joke, and he smiles, but the warning in his eyes doesn’t leave.

“strip,” he commands, the single word having you folding like a chair, as you fling off your clothes leaving you in your underwear. he pulls you by the waistband of you panties, ripping them off you in one swift motion, biting his lip as he’s met with your wet pussy. “she’s so pretty,” he comments, flicking at your clit and as he slides his finger down your slit, just about to enter he pauses, putting his finger in his mouth instead of in you. he swirls it around his tongue, “sweet.”

“suguru,” you whine, at his teasing, “this isn’t funny.”

“play with yourself,” he says, disregarding whatever you were saying.

“what happened to you giving me a good time,” you argue.

“c’mon show me how bad you want it,” he persuades with a grin, leaning back, waiting for you to put on a show for him, “i’ll make it worth your while.”

despite everything, you could just never tell geto, no. it’s the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, how he carries himself. with how he is just leaning back in his bed, his eyes low in anticipation as he waits for you to pleasure yourself for him, exciting you to do whatever he wants.

your hand works its way down to your pussy, your thumb landing on your clit rubbing against it as your finger part your sobbing cunt, letting geto see how wet you really are for him. “f-fuck,” you moan out, as you push your fingers inside of you, your eyes clenching shut at the contact.

“oi,” geto calls out to you, your eyes opening and landing on him, “keep your eyes on me. okay?” and you nod, as you quicken your pace, watching as geto palms his dick at your performance.

“this is boring,” you complain as you continue to rub at your pussy, trying your best to reach your climax on your own, “need your fingers, need your di—”

“keep going,” he orders, smirking, he could tell by the way your stance weakens and your legs tremble, that you were close. you were predictable and even though you were hungry for his dick, he knew you’d be able to cum with just your fingers and his eyes on you. call him cocky, but the influence he had over you was unmatched.

you roll your eyes at him, but you listen, continuing to finger yourself as he told you. your mouth parts, and you exhale feeling yourself about to cum, you push your digits in you harder, and your eyes stay fixated on geto and he shrugs his shoulders letting you do as you please—for once. you moan loudly as you cum all over your fingers, releasing hard as you spill out all down your thighs.

“see wasn’t so hard was it?” he taunts, pulling out his dick that has been hard from the moment he saw you at the party. he gives it a few strokes, pre cum oozing from the tip and you hungrily pounce on him, your pussy still dripping with your cum as you hover over his dick. you pause before sliding down on him, hissing at the feeling of you stretching you wide. “fuck man,” he groans out as he feels you clench over him, “your shit’s so tight.”

you bounce up and down on him, as he thrusts up into you, his hips hitting yours in a hard flurry of repeated connections. you press your hands flat on his chest, as his hands stay cupping your ass, keeping you upright as he drills into you.

his pace is unmatched, as you try and keep up, grinding your pussy down on him, desperate to have him stuff you up even more. “sugu ‘ts too much, f-fuck you’re relentless.”

“c-cant help it,” he stammers, still maintaining his merciless strokes, his dick twitching inside of you, “your pussy is just too good, or should i say my pussy,” he finishes with a wink. 

“y-your pussy?” you retort, laughing at his seriousness.

“yeah it’s mine right?” he interrogates, sending a slap to your ass to prompt further confirmation, “tell me it’s mine.” you don’t respond, a teasing smile spreading across your face, as you stare down at him, still riding his dick. but geto pauses, halting your movements and he slightly eases you up off of his dick, “what was that?” he prompts.

“it’s yours,” you give in quickly, not even bothering to entertain it any further with how needy you are to cum, “of course it's yours.” satisfied, geto charges his dick back into you with no warning, and you immediately go back to pushing your ass down on him, spreading your legs wider to straddle him more, taking him in deeper.

“t-that’s all i needed to hear,” he stutters, feeling himself about to cum, so he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before easing you off of him, cumming all over your stomach. you're quick to follow, your cum spraying his sheets, as you slump over him, dripping down on his body. “i made sure to not cum in you this time, i know how angsty you get over that shi.”

“oh how gentlemanly of you,” you deadpan, “all gives love a stomach covered in salt and semen.”

“well what would you prefer? your pussy filled with my cum,” he taunts, smirking as you still, “i know i would.” you didn’t answer pulling your sticky body away from his, as you come down off of your high.

“are you gonna stay the night?” geto asks with a grin it was like clockwork, everytime you finish fucking he’d always ask the same question, never getting bored when you mutter the same tired words.

“you know i don’t sleep in frat houses suguru.”

he shrugs casually, propping himself up on his elbows and admiring your naked figure. "you fuck in them though," he remarks, as if that justified everything, "so what's the difference?"

rolling your eyes, as you begin to do the laborious task of trying to locate your underwear—geto always had the habit of throwing them across the room. "the difference is," you pause, looking over your shoulder at him, "I can wake up tomorrow in my own bed, feeling just a little less gross for even fucking you in the first place."

a mock expression of hurt crosses his face as he crawls up behind you on the bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "oh, how you wound me, princess," he coos, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "just stay."

“no, i shouldn’t” you argue, letting out an exhale as his lips attach to your collarbone, sucking against your skin, pulling and nipping at it with his teeth. 

you try to distract yourself by putting on your bra but geto is quick to fling it off you, his mouth trailing down to your tits peppering kisses all over your nipples, murmuring “stay” between each kiss. 

he takes your boob into his mouth, sucking on its flesh as his other hand toys with the other, massaging your nipples with just enough roughness to have you writhing in his palms. your back arches involuntarily, your tits pushing further into his touch, aching to feel him further, “see,” he smirks as he toys with you, “you do wanna stay.”

“i won’t, if you keep talking” you warn, gritting your teeth as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “now c’mere, convince me on why i should stay,” you lift his head off your tits with your fingers, eyeing him down as he stares back at you with pure lust in his eyes. you press a kiss to his lips before steering his head down towards your pussy.

“since when do you run things?” he doesn’t budge, his eyebrows slightly raise as he chuckles.

“you’re the one that wants me to stay, no?” you counter, your eyes locked with his.

“well what i want is for you to come sit on my face and my head can stay sandwiched between your thighs, how about that?” his grin widens as your mouth parts, speechless. he tugs you by the arm close to the head of the bed, you climb up his body your pussy still wet from he fucked you before, leaking out your juices all over his chest. “so hop on girl, a man’s gotta eat,” he mutters impatiently, smacking your ass to urge you onto his lips.

he takes you in hungrily, his mouth enclosing on your pussy with such greed that he is practically drowning in your scent. he laps at your cunt, his tongue giving such long, deep strokes which have your hands pressing against the walls, grinding down on his face. 

geto grips and claws at your ass, he grins, his nose burying into your pussy as your thighs clench tighter around his head. “s-sshit suguru,” your hands slap against the wall as you squeal out, trying to grasp at something to keep you afloat, as the way geto is working your pussy and how his fingers dig into your ass cheeks, has you buckling over about to topple off of him. 

he hums against your pussy, the vibrations jolting right through you, having you moan even louder. his tongue darts against your clit, swirling at it vigorously, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. 

“sugu i—” you pant, trying to ease off of him, the pleasure getting too much for you, but his hands stroke both your thighs keeping them in place. “bout to cum sugu.”

you could hear him mumble something, you didn’t care what, but the two taps he gave to your thigh let you know you could release all over him. you cry out as you cum, feeling yourself spill out all over his face. geto continues to eat you up, drinking in everything he can take, his chin getting covered by what he couldn’t swallow.

 “you are way too good at that.” you gasp as you slowly come up off his face, your breathing still laboured.

“only the best for you princess,” he jests with his eyes half open, a blissful smile on his lips as his tongue swipes at the remains of you left on his face.

“yeah me and all the other freshmen you fuck,” you mutter, to yourself but he heard you loud and clear.

“what was that?” he urges, wanting you to repeat your claims. before you started fucking geto, you knew he was and what he was about and technically you didn’t care, you only wanted him for his mouth game—which proved to be very useful. but when he tries to sweet talk you you couldn’t help but be reminded of what kind of guy he is.

“i think you heard me,” you shrug, “i’m saying it to insult you or anything, i'm just telling the truth. you like to fuck everbody and everything.”

“wait? is this why you won’t stay the night?” he says, sitting up, staring you down. 

“you must be only a pretty face, if you thought otherwise,” you laugh at his shock.

“no it’s just i think its crazy that you just won’t stay,” he complains, glaring at you as you put back on your clothes, “we could get to know each other properly.”

“like we agreed when we first started messing around,” you cringe, pitying the pouty look on his face. “let’s just… keep this casual”

“but that was ages ago,” he tries to reason, “some may say you’re just using me for sex.”

“suguru we use each other for sex,” you respond quickly, you step towards him pressing a peck on his pouty lips, with a smirk on your face as you see his lips chasing yours as you pull away, “well i'm gonna go now, i’m sure i’ll see you at one of your many lame parties you and your people always throw. it’s been fun as always” geto raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement, blowing out a hard breath, as he watches you strut out of his bedroom.

“she’ll stay the night eventually.” he murmurs to himself, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but a guy can dream.

AN: she’s only gone and done it. but yeah how was it guys 🥺? There’s only two lines in this whole fic that I actually thought “damn I cooked here” if you guess the lines you win a reward. ALSO IDK WHY I WAS DROPPING HINTS AT SOME GOJO ON SOME MR STEAL UR GIRL TYPE SHIT but I just went with it. But geto is sooo sweet HE JUST WANTS U TO STAY and you don’t even fuckinnn stay 😭😭 looool aren’t u mean. Technically I wrote the fic backwards it was meant to start with the “r u gonna stay the night” AND then gojo and geto would have a a conversation about you AND the it would end w the party and u tucking but I wanted to keep if one continuous flow and ANYWAYS this an is becoming a diary entry so LMK UR THOUGHTS PLEASE CAUSE THIS HAD ME STRETCHED

Hm, i was thinking..

Bu, son zamanlarda TikTok'ta çok popüler olan bir şey.

Man Stealer with Blue Lock characters?

In other words, the reader's close friend has been approaching the reader's bf for a long time!

If you don't, that's okay, I'm writing this at 3am. Lol

hi this is intriguing but is this a reaction fic or a chatfic?