#geto drabble

MDNI, cw: Sugu masterbating to you, lewd fantasies without your knowledge

Could be standalone but intended as pt. 3 to this

Your… assets weren’t out there for everyone to see on a normal day in college, usually opting for loose jeans or skirt. That is, until a random Tuesday when you decided to pull out an old but trusted pair of bootcut jeans to wear one day.

And oh boy did you look good.

The fit was absolutely perfect, highlighting all the dips and curves. It made your entire lower half look like an absolute dream.

Or at least, Suguru’s dream.

He could swear his heart stopped when he saw you in those pants. He was happy your eyes weren’t on your back because he would have a hard time keeping his eyes up.

You came up to him just as he dismounted his bike with Gojo, making light conversation before heading inside the campus. The moment you’re out of earshot, Gojo already knows where Geto's eyes are going and quips-

“Nice ass, huh?”

Geto rolls his eyes and elbows him hard.

“Don’t be disgusting, Satoru”

Geto realises his hypocrisy immediately, especially considering that he had a raging boner. It didn’t help that your departments were close by, and he would see you your ass every now and then, giving his poor dick no chance to calm down.

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Laying in his bed late at night, Geto stares wide eyed at the ceiling. He felt his guilt consume him because he couldn’t stop imagining you in all sorts of lewd positions. He promised to himself that he was over his slut phase, that he’d stop picking girls based on how perky their butts were. Not that he would pick you, you’re not in those circles or else he’d know. Plus, he promised to be serious about you, to take it slow, to be respectful even if you were somehow, in your slut era.

But his dick had other plans, apparently.

And sleep was not one of them.

So he pulls out his phone, strips and heads to the shower, searching up doggy style porn. Too horny to bother with finding the perfect video, he clicks on the first video and skips the whole plot, getting straight to the action.

Except, he immediately finds himself comparing the actress’s ass to yours. It’s nowhere near as good as yours, even though hers was bigger. Her jiggle did not compare to-

He instantly realises his train of thought, and shakes his head. No, no thoughts of you.

He went into the ‘big ass’ tag, scrolling until he found something that looks half-decent, not that it would compare to you. He tries his best to actually focus on the video instead of zoning out to more thoughts of you as he gently fondles his balls, muffling his soft grunts.

His hand then goes to the base of his cock, slowly stroking the shaft as he stares at the raunchy video with an almost bored, glassy eyed look. His pace quickens, but not once does his interest in the video spike. He’s zoning out before he realises it, thinking how much he’d love to bend you over and spank you till its red, letting out a breathless moan at the thought. Maybe even mark it some pretty hickeys, it would suit you.

His thumb runs over his slit, before rubbing at the sensitive spot on the underside of his throbbing tip. His hand grips his shaft again, tighter as he begins stroking, almost frantically now as soft moans spill out, muffled by him biting his lip as he imagines his cum dripping out of your puffy folds, oozing down your pretty thighs, gliding over even more hickeys on your thighs. He’d clean it up, of course. With his tongue-

And he came. Uttering a soft “fuck” as he shoots the thickest load in a while all over the shower floor, while his post nut clarity slowly washes over him. He paused the video, barely remembering what he even watched in the last few minutes. He tries to half-heartedly convince himself that technically, he fapped to the video and not you, even though that was a very weak lie.

He turns on the shower, letting the warm water run down his body, washing away the cum from the floor. He closes his eyes, face turned up to the shower head. If only his guilt washed off as easily.

At least it was a good nut.

Suguru was the perfect boyfriend, to say the least. He took his time with you in everything, treating you with a gentleness that almost felt foreign. He hated the idea of rushing into anything, trying to avoid the bitter regret it leaves behind.

That’s why when you had your first kiss, he made sure that you were certain, and more importantly (to not ruin your experience) that his breath was nice.

You were staring at him laying beside you, in your messy dorm bed. The weak sunlight filtering through the curtains along with the familiar comfort of your room had made it cozy enough for you to want to get a little... intimate with him.

“I wanna kiss you”

Even though he knows you have kissed before, the statement still surprised him a little. A pleasant one, no doubt.

He turns his head to look at you. “Are you sure?”

You sit up, nodding with a firm certainty. He sits up as well, cross legged in front of you and reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His warm palm slides down to cup your cheek before gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours the whole time. You return his gaze with a sort of desperate need, refusing to shy away now.

He leans in really slowly, giving you the space to back away if needed. But you reciprocate the gesture, too much in love to refuse the man in front you. He stops millimeters in front, before planting a soft, gentle kiss on one corner of your lip, then the other before finally slotting his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow yet deliberate at first. It was firm but you had a hunch he was holding back, even if just a bit. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Finding that to not be enough you risk it and straddle him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, chuckling softly. “Greedyyy” he rasps against your lips, drawing out the word teasingly.

As if the kiss didn’t fluster you enough.

He pecks your lip again before stretching his legs out, getting into a position comfortable for both of you. You settle onto his lap comfortably, on those delicious thighs of his. You detach your arms from his shoulders, choosing to simply rest your palms there. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing over your shirt. You look down, the shyness taking over now that you stopped kissing.

“You happy now?” he teases gently, tilting his head in a mock attempt to meet your eyes. You shake your head.

He smiles fondly before kissing your cheek, his nose smushed against the side of your face. You giggle, arms snaking around his shoulders again as he start pecking all over your face- everywhere but you lips.

“You avoiding me?”

“Says the one who can’t look me in the eye”

You pout and glare, drawing a laugh from him as he finally pecks your lip. Pulling back only to kiss you again, this time a little more passionate now that the initial awkwardness is over.

He pulls back to rest his forehead on yours, eyes locking on yours as if to see your next move.

“Why do you keep stopping?” you ask against his lips, eyes closed to solely focus on the feeling.

“Because” he answers.

“Because…?

“Because.”

You open your eyes to look at him, frowning. No wonder he's Gojo's best friend.

You attack his lips with such an intensity that his eyes widen, huffing out an “mmph!”

Your hand goes to the back of his head, ensuring he won’t pull away. Not this time. He has to feel your need.

Eventually you pull back to catch your breath, panting and staring at him like you just achieved some sort of personal victory.

He leans back on his palms, a little dazed and flushed. His lips, now red and moist from kissing stretch out in a grin-

“That’s my girl”

Cw: mdni, suggestive, mentions of sex but mainly fluff

Geto Suguru, who gave your ass a little tap and a squeeze after railing the shit out of you. You're still trembling after that intense high he put you through, heavy pants turning into soft whimpers as he pulls out, so slow it's almost cruel. All the while grinning, that bastard.

During sex, he's always a little mean, a little tease. How could he not? The way you react to him choking you, to pinching your nipple, to flicking your clit- it's all so adorable. You always react the way he wants.

Still, he knows when to stop.

He slowly strokes your spine and your hips collapse into the mattress from fatigue, "you okay, babe?"

You merely nod in response, eyes closed. He leaves you to get a damp cloth, wiping away at all the nasty fluids between your thighs before cleaning off himself. His lips peppering soft kisses on your lower back once you're all clean. Hands kneading your hips.

"Come on, we gotta shower"

You whine in response.

"Come on baby, it'll take 5 minutes, m'kay?"

You begrudgingly push yourself up and wobble to the bathroom with him in tow. You both stand under the shower, your cheek mushed on his chest.

"Just water will do, right?"

He looks down at you, unable to fight off the small smile on his lips. God, he loves his lazy girl.

He wraps an arm firmly around your waist, the other going to gently caress the back of your head. Both of you standing under the shower intertwined in comfortable silence. The water cascades down your bodies, leaving trails of warmth in its wake.

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When you’re both in bed later, eating leftovers from lunch, the peace of familiarity of routine engulfs you both. He sits in his boxers cross legged beside your underwear clad self and a random shirt you pulled out of his closet. Both chewing silently, occasionally stealing a piece of chicken from the other.

When the plates are put away you lay on your side and he lays on his side behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist- a habit he can’t seem to stop. You lift your head for his other arm to rest beneath it, his bicep a pillow for your neck. He curls that arm around you neck to, pulling you even closer, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling deeply.

“Sugu let goo-“ you whine playfully, wiggling and not meaning a single word of it.

He chuckles. “I’ve trapped you, pretty”

"Nooo-" you’re interrupted by your own gasp as he pushes his boner into your butt. Slut.

“Nowhere to run~” he rasps in your ear before flipping you on your back, mirroring your grin.

Suguru sighs. He had working on his laptop, tired and annoyed and you just had to come sit on his lap, blocking his view.

But he's too drained to argue, honestly.

So he puts one large palm under your thigh, maneuvering you to straddle him with ease. As much as he loves when you're clingy, sometimes he needs his space, and right now he needs to continue working.

You bury your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and get comfortable. You're gonna be here a while, after all.

He takes his attention off the screen, tilting his head back and rubbing his face with both hands. Sensing the opportunity, you softly peck his jaw, watching the way his Adam's apple bob when you do so.

"You need to stop distracting me at random times" he murmurs. His hands fall to the back of your head in a gentle caress, the other wrapping around your waist. Despite the seriousness of the situation, it manages to turns you on.

"I'm sorry Sugu, I'll make it up to you"

Your hands are already sneaking below his shirt to feel up his torso.

He slaps your butt.

"It's not about sex, brat. It's about-"

"It is for me."

His eye twitches when he looks down at you.

Wc: 836

The introductory part of the poetry competition had dragged on for an half an hour now, and Geto Suguru was getting sick of it. He doesn’t see the point of such useless pleasantries. What would the principal with a science background care about a poem? He never expressed any such interest either, so Geto thinks making such a huge fuss by felicitating him and requesting a speech is pointless. He’s here for you anyways. And what you have written. He doesn’t hate poetry, and finds himself enjoying a few occasionally, but he’d be lying out of his ass if he said he wasn’t here solely for you.

His eyes almost seemed to be lazer focused on you, sitting with Utahime on the third row, pretending to listen to the speech while sharing laughs at whatever hushed conversation were having. He wonders if you participated, and what would your topic be about. He wishes he could ask Utahime for help, but knowing how loyal girls can be, she’d probably spill the beans on him.

He sighs, stretching his long legs in front of him, and finds himself reaching for his phone. He is sure no one would notice (or care) about him, tucked away all the way in the back. Despite his popularity, he’s not the reason why they’re all here, after all.

He opens his camera, and looks at himself. He’s never been particularly insecure but after falling for you, he finds himself wondering if he’s handsome enough, especially next to Gojo Satoru. Finds himself glancing at every reflective surface to make sure he looks presentable in the rare situation where you offer him that heart attack inducing smile when you accidentally see each other on campus.

His front camera mirrors his face back to him. He has tied his hair back in a bun, and had clipped his bangs neatly to the side. Piercings off to look less intimidating. He almost considered putting on the small Hello Kitty clip from Shoko that, in her words would "make him look more babygirl" but decided against it, deeming it overkill.

When you finally step up to the podium and begin reading, best believe he’s hanging onto every word. The themes, the title, the setting. He has his plan laid out in his head- listen to your poem, approach you after the competition and talk to you about it. You seem to be passionate about writing, so a good understanding of your work and an attentive audience should earn him some extra points in his favour, right? He mentally thanks all the fancy literature books that his mom actively encouraged him to read. It all lead up to this moment.

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"I can’t believe you didn’t win! Not even a third prize!?" Utahime complains the moment you’re out of earshot of everyone involved in the competition. You laugh at her sincere complain. She has always been supportive of ‘smaller talents like you’, as per her claims and remains your number one fan.

“Come on, it’s somewhat valid. The winners did write some pretty good stuff.”

“Even so…” she grumbles. But before she could launch another long rant about favouritism, a somewhat hesitant Geto Suguru approaches you both. It would have been preferable for him to talk to you alone but if he could convince you both that he’s sincere, that would be favourable considering friends can sometimes be the biggest hurdles.

“Hey… I saw you at the poetry competition today” he offers his best polite smile at the two of you, hoping this was a decent opening line.

“Oh right- Geto Suguru, was it?”

“Yes. I must say, I really thought you’d win something, I thought your poem was one of the better ones.”

“I’ve been saying!” interjects Utahime, and while she’s not his main focus, he’s glad to have the backup from a trusted source.

You look down modestly and chuckle- “ah, no, no it’s quite all right. Certain topics are favourable and they did a good job writing them, can’t discredit talent.”

“Well yes, but I think I’ve seen one too many Romantic era inspired poetry in these events. Yours was much unique, I like how you explored complex internal struggles.” As much as he’s trying to impress you by proving that he understands your work, he does hope desperately that he doesn’t sound like a try-hard straight from Reddit.

“Oh- thank you, this might be the first time someone has actually come up to me to discuss my writing, I’m kinda flattered.” You flash a sheepish smile, much more wider and sincere than the polite one, and he thinks his heart rates may reach alarming heights from the cuteness of it all.

“Don’t mention it. It’s the truth”

Another chuckle from you. He seems to be on a generational run.

“Wait- you said you often see me- do you visit these events yourself?”

He nods. “I do, but I’m not good at writing myself so I prefer reading- or er- listening as a way to engage with literature.”

You nod in understanding. “I used to do that too before I got confidence to actually start writing myself… why don’t you join me next time you see me?”

He swore he just won the lottery

“Sure, I’ll see you around, then?”

“Yeah, see you Geto”

Mission successful.

A/n: ahh I’m having so much fun with this, might turn it into a series. I love Sugu so much it’s not even funny. Feel free to drop any reqs!

Cw: MDNI, no tw, very very mildly suggestive (sex and smoking), chilling together, not proofread

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As much as he loves seeing you dress up and take you to fancy dates and fun carnival rides, his favourite way to hangout will always be doing nothing at home, or as he calls it, a lazy date.

Him in only his boxers, you wearing his shirt and panties lounging in your bed. Maybe a movie, maybe you in his lap playing games on your laptop. Maybe there's takeout, maybe you're both smoking. The only qualification for this type of date is that you're both lazing around at home.

Don't get him wrong, he's not stingy in the slightest. He loves spending money on you, on his fancy PC setup, on his cat- you name it. He's more than willing to pay for the takeout, drinks, cigarettes, a new game on Steam, whatever you might want. Heck, even if you suddenly feel like visiting that pretty new cafe that just opened- he's down. But there's nothing better than being at home, just being able to be yourself- no worries about manners and etiquettes, about getting a nice pic, or about picking the perfect outfit.

He's a sucker for cuddles and skinship. Even when you're eating, he'll sit right beside you, shoulders glued, your knee over his. Of course, it's all a coincidence how he's always attached to your hip. All a coincidence.

tw: implied depression, cigarettes (substance abuse

sprawled out on the bed, head leaning against getos chest. he lazily has an arm around you. You almost got annoyed when you spot a bit of ash on the silky fabric of your bed covers.

“sugu, ash.”

earning a hum of acknowledgment from the man, he leans down a bit to smile at you. how can you stay mad at a handsome face.