NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru

Weakness 🍋

Someone asked me for a whole smut chapter so here it is. Skip if you don't like limes.

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After a few years of being with Yuriko, Suguru Geto finally realised that she was his biggest weakness. When Manami pointed it out to him, he couldn't help but think she was right. But what could he possibly do about it?

He watched her as she slept in his arms. Warm. Beautiful. Soft. Everything about her made him feel warm. His eyes glistened as she stirred awake, her face soon masked with worry, "why aren't you asleep? Is everything alright?" He'd do anything to revisit and relive the moment he fell for her the first time. Oh, he fell so hard, his whole body felt it. And he kept falling, over and over and over again... every single time she mindlessly cared for him.

"I can't sleep knowing you'll leave in the morning" He softly said as his fingers brushed her hair. Her abysmal eyes were going to be the death of him. Manami was right.

But what could he do about it?

"I'll miss you, my love", her eyes traced his beautiful features. After all those years of knowing him, loving him, being around him, she still loved him so much. He was so kind to her. His rough, calloused hands were so gentle on her as he delicately removed every piece of clothing on her. She couldn't stop falling in love with him.

Suguru was nothing short of divine perfection. Neat black mane, half of it slicked back into a bun as the rest flowed down his back. Scrawled tattoos, tousled body, beautifully carved scars, dim brown eyes that lit up when they saw her and a fucking perfect jawline.

There were flowers in a vase next to his bed, the ones he'd gotten for her for the millionth time. He loved lilies and how they always reminded him of her. He'd sometimes wonder how any of this was even real. How something that seemed too good to be true was even happening. But it was real. It was real every time he fucked her in his bed. Every time she cried his name out.

But he was gentle when he had to be. He ached for her every time she had to leave. He couldn't wait to create the world he'd envisioned, create something so good that he wouldn't have to worry about her. And she'd be a part of it. Her, the kids... maybe even his own.

His eyes widened as the covers slipped, she pushed his back onto the bed before getting on top, "Baby, how do you even turn me on so fast?"

She pulled his shirt off of her, her body touching him in the most inappropriate places, "Oh my god." His sharp inhale was brimming with exasperated longing. "You're so fucking hot."

"I need you", her soft voice made his throat run dry.

"Right now?" His voice was low and very, very hopeful.

"Right now."

"I'm all yours, baby. Use me as you like", he almost hissed as his hard member hurt him.

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck! Please, baby" he pleaded. "Oh pleas-"

His tongue slurred as she lowered herself onto him, grinding him into his rumpled sheets. "OOH! FUCK!"

His eyes were blurry and his fingers held onto her for dear life. Groaning louder with every stroke. And she used him, like she wanted to. Gliding onto his stiffness as it consumed her.

He quickly lost patience. Flipping her around, pressing her back against his bed. "Let me fuck you well, baby. You deserve all of it and more." His length hurt at the loss of contact.

His rhythm was slow at first and he panted and groaned on every stroke. Her eyes rolled back as he quickened his pace, her body accidentally sucking too much of his cursed energy. Her screams filled his room, but he wanted more. He threw her leg over his shoulder as she nullified everything he had in his body, his head falling backwards, his hair moving to the rhythm. Faster. Harder.

Her chest rose and fell with every scream she wanted to let out.

"Let me hear you, my love" was all he had to say.

And she couldn't stop. Not when she felt every nerve ending come alive under him. Her walls closed in around him, convulsing and shuddering her into bliss. She felt him contract, knew he was coming with her. "YURIKO, FUCK!" He stayed absolutely still for the next twenty seconds, trying to find a way to breathe.

"Fuck I think I'm having a heart attack." He clenched his eyes shut as he weakly pulled out of her. She'd drained him of way too much of his cursed energy, "Oh, that was so good."

"It was" she waited for him to fully regain his senses. "Suguru san..."

"Hmm?"

"Pick your top 3".

"Top 3?" He scoffed "You're stingy, give me more."

"Nope. That's all you get." She laughed.

"#3... fuck, it's so difficult. I loved it every single time." His eyes wandered, like he'd thought about at least 20 different occasions, "oh, the dining table".

"The dining table?"

"Best dinner ever".

"Stop! Okay, next."

"#2 has to be..." he gave it a long, hard thought "the prayer room"

"You're joking"

He laughed at her reply, "my curses sure are more useful than those lousy handcuffs. I don't think I've heard anyone pray harder than you have. And fuck, was it hot."

"STOP"

"You asked" he caged her in his arms as he thought about the third one.

"The best sex ever certainly has to be the first time in your room." He kissed her face "I can never forget that".

"You're too cute."

"I am?"

"You are..." he said, his warm breath trickled her ear as he slowly cooed "I'm not done with you, baby." Shivers ran down her spine as his digits teased her entrance. He summoned a curse. It wasn't the first time and her heartbeat quickened. It held her legs tight as her back pressed against his chest and he played with her.

"Wider."

"No-" she whimpered as the curse obeyed him, giving him more access to her.

He felt her body begging to get tense, her breathing labored and it took everything in his power not to bend her over and have his way with her again. Not yet, at least. She moaned into him as another sensation filled her. A single finger, then two glided their way inside her, moving and stroking in perfect harmony. She felt her climax approaching and she cried out for more, terrified that he would stop. He placed a tender kiss on her neck as he gave her his permission to release, watching her every single movement as she tightened around his fingers still deep inside her.

As soon as his curse vanished, he did exactly what he wanted to. He bent her over his large bed, slipping into her, waiting for her to suck his life out this time. "Fuck!" he cried, as his last bit of control slipped away. He pulled her back against his chest and his fingers found their way around her throat as he gripped her, "you feel so fucking good."

It didn't even sound like him anymore. And it didn't matter because she couldn't hear him. Her ears buzzed with a new high as they released. He watched her tremble under his fingers and all his thoughts came rushing back in.

She really was his biggest weakness.

And there was not a thing he could do about it.