#jjk0

and don't get me wrong, i love them all, but i would have just liked to see more of them interacting besides when they're fighting for their lives, because there ARE tidbits of it and they're so good and they also enhance the story because you get more attached to the characters and the emotional stakes are higher.

the flashback to where yuuji, nobara and megumi mess up gojo's shirt? hilarious, and it makes the scene of nobara's death even more heartbreaking. the part after yuuji is presumed dead, and the room goes dead silent when megumi mentions yuuji taught him how to cook the food they were eating? imagine how much harder that would have hit if we actually saw it.

Gojo's snapped! So this is the Limitless technique Geto mentioned. It interferes on the atomic level, controlling space-time with precise manipulation of cursed energy. And what makes that all possible is the power of those eyes.

18+ , p in v , deep missionary and mating press, f!reader, fingering + squirting, creampie, geto is tan

geto suguru x f!reader ꩜ .ᐟ

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You had always been right by his side. Geto’s assistance and comfort for extracting curses from another unsuspecting non-sorcerer. Your alluring voice makes it all the more soothing for the customer and slowly drives them further in, like livestock.

Sanitizing him after your insisting, just being glad to be there. The wealthier people always came and begged like a desperate sponsor in hopes of rejuvenating their youth—a common misconception.

You swatted them away like flies, telling them that Suguru was busy at the moment or would instantly decline at further inspection.

It’s not like you hated the removal of curses, just that the exhausting job of customer service made you crack.

But one of the common misconceptions people thought of you at first glance, was your relations with him.

Which they weren’t completely wrong, but it felt better to keep it a secret.

A leg bent up over his shoulder, inner thigh being squeezed tight as he could barely hold it in his hand as a thumb dipped in your tongue. Almost completely folded in half for him—that gentle smile that made you choke under the pressure, killing you.

Two fingers spread your folds out as he let go of your tongue, starting off with one finger as you clamped down unconsciously—your nerves tingling at the curve of his finger and recognizing exactly who it was.

Geto’s clothes bundled down just enough to see his perky chest—erection barely disguised as fabric folded at his length.

His face got closer to yours, whispering hot breaths that made you shiver and whine—barely half a mind to look at him correctly.

“How am I supposed to sink it in correctly, when your pussy can barely fit..” He slides in another digit as you stutter at your own exhale, watching Geto go knuckles deep—”Two fingers?”

He grinned knowingly, like he knew you’d comply—“Ah well. It’ll fit whether you like it or not.” Geto’s tongue stuck out and traced your areola slow and stimulating like a cat’s tongue. One hand grasping your breast, the other stretching you out. “Poor thing, you shouldn’t suffer alone.”

Flat tongue running painfully unhurried stripes at the tip of your nipple as he toyed with you and watched you squirm. You couldn’t help but stare down at his sinking fingers even with his intense loving stare that he used to break you down.

The tips of his fingers sliding out of your entrance, then crashing itself back in giving you whiplash—fingertips massaging your g-spot with just a single curl, then rinse and repeat.

You weren’t one to make noise.

His fingers pinched at your nipple, snapping you back up to his eye contact, “Eyes up here.”

You could tell he was at his wit's end when his lips met yours. Sloppily letting his saliva leak out of your bottom lip as he groaned with gliding fingers encased in your wet arousal, letting his hips rock weakly on the side of your thigh. Hard warmth rubbing against you even through scratchy clothing.

He really didn’t wanna let go of your tongue, a pout falling on his bottom lip each second he had to stop for a breath. His head dropped as he was basically grinding his digits against you—barely moving it as he tried his best not to cum as fast as you did.

You whined at the loss of contact, “Sugu’..”

“I-I know.” Geto shivered at your voice as he tried to catch up.

He pulled out from your dripping cunt as he let you taste your own fluids, barely reaching it to your mouth as he folded you in half taking the breath away from you and restlessly glared—eyes fixed too intensely as his need was growing larger than his patience.

You barely had time to protest as his tip already started toying with your entrance, eyes widened at the mere thought of it entering you.

A half-smile rose from your cheeks, teeth barely showing—“Jesus.. Sugu’, that ain’t gonna fit—”

“I’ll make it.” His eyebrows drew together as pre already started gathering like a pearl, spreading it down his shaft with a jerk, shallow breaths increasing as he lined himself up against you.

As it barely stretched you to the tip, you were already begging for him to go slower. Poor, small cunt barely fitting it all as each inch seemed to do you over more than the last one.

Slick sliding in as he bent back to your face, arms caging you in as his hair overlaid—riding it through with you until he was balls deep at the base.

“Ah.. Shit..” Your legs crossed at his waist, arms held at his neck as you could feel every vein that pulsed, his tip brushing against your cervix—the puffy tiny hole centered at the middle being pressed and teased on.

Geto gulped, heaving as he barely let out, “I can’t hold out anymore.”

He slid out halfways, ruthlessly slamming it as deep as he could—the curve of his dick hitting that spot so good it made you fall apart at one thrust. Tan skin brushing upon yours, licks to the neck that felt warm and so cold in the breeze.

And for the first time in a long time, you really moaned.

It was like music to his ears, motivating him to thrust rougher—arousal spurting out at the entrance, balls slamming at the bottom of your cunt, reaching spots your fingers could never dream of. A hand cradled at your neck, the other bent on the floor for brace.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stop..” Seductive voice making you drool as his focus was hazy,

You mumbled, breaths becoming torturous and making you stop, “Ya’ voice.. Please, don’t ever stop—”

Still mewling, staring in awe at how it made it fit and the slight bulge his tip managed to shadow on your lower abdomen. Geto’s eyes barely open, deeply concentrated in your cunt—faint lines centered at his eyebrows. The smell of sex staining your clothes and ruining your hair.

Even during the cold, sex always made everything so tingly and hot.

Geto panted in your ear as each slam hurt so painfully delicious it made you rake your fingernails on his back, bruising whatever got in his way. The way your pussy clenched and squeezed in desperation, draining every last energy he had to give made him crazy—following your light sobs.

Deep missionary, one that could have made you squirt at the slightest stimulation of your clit.

And don’t think he forgot about it either.

His fingers collected at the sloppy mess that pooled and connected you together, circling over it with a pad of his finger—a gasp left your lips.

“Suguru, I-I’m gonna—” He covered your mouth, hearing faint voices and footsteps down the hall.

“Shit. Didn’t expect them to come so—Hnngh—early..” Geto uttered, still dragging his tip deep in you—nothing was gonna stop him even for the end of the world.

He wore a self-satisfied grin, “If you don’t want them to hear us, better stay quiet.”

A muffled cry came out of you as he grinded harder into you for a reaction, like if he wanted you to make noise. Maybe then they’d shut up about what happens behind closed doors with their backs turned.

Your eyes rolled upwards as his hand remained clamped over your mouth, stray moans sliding out with the only noise left is the obvious wet rhythmus slaps.

Geto’s back straightened, wanting to look at your face.

His thumb flicking at your bud lazily, tip nuzzling and making itself feel home and stretching your walls open. Your sorry cunt could barely fit it all, each time he let his dick slip out just barely at his rosy tip—just for you to feel it all again sharply.

The difference of how empty, then full in the matter of seconds was enough for you to tap out.

Mixed arousal pooled on his abdomen as he choked and slipped up on your grasp, enough with being quiet. Your legs doubled over and reached for the sky, thighs making contact with your breasts.

His head slid over, in your neck as the clothes you were wearing gathered at your stomach, holding for his broad shoulders with your lower body tilted slightly upwards.

Uncontrollable grunts and groans slithered at your ear as you held on for dear life, him taking in your smell long inhales at a time as you heard them come closer.

“Sugu—I..” Your eyes shut as he made you choke on your own words by grinding himself in you. You could barely breathe as he smothered over you as you cried at your own climax bucking into you.

“I’m your leader. Remember that.” His whispers hushed you.

Your body halted as it took the brutal assault, toes curling under white socks as you could tell his limit wouldn’t take much longer. Pussy clamping down and hugging his cock, carelessly squirting and wetting the sheets and his abdomen. A couple of harsh thrusts, and he came undone. 

Whispering your name like a dirty prayer as he continued to nuzzle weak bucks of the hips as he emptied his load on the deepest parts of you. Your legs twitched as they crossed and locked into each other, his legs forced to be spread kneeling.

Cum dribbled out, parts completely exposed as your cunt felt so incredibly raw and numb. Slipping out of you as you whined at the lack of his touch—with two of his digits, fingering and folding back in what was left of his cum oozing out of you.

“All of it should just stay inside, hmm?” Geto’s tone, low and gentle, smile bordered on playful arrogance.

He exhaled, watching some of your hairs get stuck to the corner of your slack runny lips. Eyes with barely a care in the world of what he was saying as you stuck a lop-sided smirk.

“Whatever you want.. Leader.”

His grin let loose as his dick twitched on your leg.

Your eyebrows raised with your legs weak, afraid of stating it as you knew what was about to happen, “Did you just.. get harder?”

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