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Treat You Like Royalty

☆Bottom Suguru Geto x Top Male Reader

☆CW's: Semi-Public sex

-Masterlist-

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"Mnnn..."

Suguru attempted to moan as quietly as possible around the fingers you have pressed into his mouth, desperately grinding his clothed dick against your leg. You smiled in between pressing hickeys into his neck as you held him pressed against one of the empty classroom doors.

"Shhh..." You whispered into his ear. "You don't want anyone hearing us, do you? What would they think, finding Geto Suguru, one of the strongest sorcerers and teachers at Jujutsu High, on the verge of tears just because of a little teasing?" Ignoring the fact that this teasing had been going on for the better part of an hour, you slid your hand around his waist and into the back of his pants, lightly pressing your fingers into his hole through his briefs. Suguru whined and bucked into your hand, desperate for more friction after going so long with no attention to his lower half.

"Whoa there, don't get ahead of yourself. As a teacher I'm sure you know that patience is a virtue, isn't that right Geto-sensei? Bad boys who don't wait their turn don't get rewarded..." Suguru froze, the thought of his suffering being reduced to nothing clearly worrying him. You chuckled at how adorable he was, so scared of not receiving maximum pleasure as soon as possible.

"Such a needy little prince... Don't worry, I'll help you."

You reached down and grabbed him by the thighs, pulling his legs up and around your waist. Suguru wrapped his arms around your neck at your movements, gasping when you suddenly lifted him into the air. You carried him over to the empty teachers desk and laid him on top, leaving a trail of light kisses up his neck. When you sat up to look at him you found Suguru's face a blazing red, obviously embarrassed by your sudden gentleness. You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"My pretty boy, all embarrassed from just a few kisses. If that's enough to get you riled up then how will you feel if I do something... like... this..." As you spoke you slid your hand into his shirt, pushing it up to expose his chest. You slid your hand back down to tease his nipples, pinching and pulling on them as you brought your other hand up to palm his dick through his pants. Suguru quietly whined, grinding his hips up into yours and the hand between them.

"Patience, pretty boy. I still have to prepare you." You slid your fingers into Suguru's mouth, his eyes rolling back as he sucked on them desperately. He whined as you removed them and pressed your index finger against his hole, pushing it in a tad roughly, enough to have him cringe slightly at the pain. You leaned down and pressed a kiss against his temple as an apology before sliding your middle finger in as well, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace.

Up until this point Suguru hadn't said a word out of fear that someone would hear him, but desperation was a strong thing.

He panted out. "If you don't get your dick inside me right now-" He cuts himself off when your fingers get close to that special spot, causing him to throw his head back with a whimper but not without managing to throw a sharp glare your way.

"Haha, sorry love, message received. No more toying around."

In one swift movement you flipped Suguru over so he was facedown on the desk and pushed his pants down to his ankle, pulling your own down enough to free your own member.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips into the shell of his ear.

"You ready pretty boy?" Rhetorical question. Before you even got the words out all the way you had already begun to slide your cock into his hole. You let out a sigh of relief as you bottomed out. Teasing your little prince took a toll on you as well, so you were more than happy to help please him.

"Nghh..." He whined as he felt himself stretch to accommodate your member, your lazy thrusts beginning to pick up the pace. The room began to fill with the wet squelching of skin meeting skin and by God was it driving him insane.

You continued to press kisses and hickeys into his neck in between thrusts, licking and sucking wildly.

"So pretty, my little prince." You thrusted roughly, pace quickening as you reached up to grab Suguru by his hair, causing his back to arch with a whimper of pain. Tears started to trail down his cheeks, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable feeling.

"Please please please please-" He panted. You reached around his waist to grab his cock, causing him to jolt as you wrapped your hand around it. You pumped it firmly, precum coating your hand like lube. He couldn't stand it much longer.

With a deep groan Suguru released into your hand, flopping back down onto the desk with your hand still tangled in his hair. You continued to thrust, uncaring for his steadily growing whimpers signaling hos overstimulation, every thrust hitting his prostate.

"[N-Name!] wait wait waitwait!"

"Sorry love, just a bit more. I know you can do it for me." You stroked his forehead as your thrusts became impossibly rougher.

You leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder in an attempt to suppress your moan of pleasure, your thick cum pouring into Suguru's hole. You gave a few more uncoordinated thrusts before succumbing to your own overstimulation and slowly coming to a stop, grinding into his ass.

You lay on top of him and the two of you lie still as you let your breathing even out, pounding hearts slowing. Suguru is the first to talk.

"You're cleaning up."

You laugh, turning your head to give him a kiss.

"Of course, love." You begin to sit up and slide out of him to go search for some towels before you're stopped by Suguru's hand reaching back and grabbing your arm.

"Not yet though." He slowly rolls himself over, determined to keep you inside.

"After all that teasing..." He trails off, turning red with embarrassment. You look down to see his dick becoming harder by the second. You smile and reposition yourselves.

"Anything for my lovely little prince."

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Hi! You asked for Aventurine requests among others, so I hope that you like this one? (Also, no pressure to accept this request! But thank you in advance for reading it <3) Could I maybe request Aventurine with an FTM!reader who dresses rather femininely? Reader can sometimes get rather insecure due to how people see him (either misgendering him or mocking him for being a trans man who still likes dressing femininely), so Aventurine comforts him and spoils him by getting him all the feminine clothing he likes. Idk, I thought it would be really sweet. I hope that request was coherent in any way. As I said, no pressure to do this if you aren't comfortable with it, but thank you so much in advance if you do! And thank you so much for writing fem readers, there's so little representation for us and it means the world to me <3

✧ a/n: if i had a nickel for everytime someone requested (one of) my comfort character(s) with an FtM reader who dresses femininely who gets a little insecure i'd have two nickels!!!! which isnt a lot but im soo happy it happened twice!!!!

fr tho thank you for this ask ehe.... healing my inner younger adult or sumn (shoutout to one of my exes who was super into femboys and completely killed my fashion sense) also idk where this name came from i just felt it. idk.

✭ pairing: aventurine x ftm reader

🗒 cw: ftm reader, dysphoria, comfort, this was written from the HEART, proofread

✎ wc:2.1k

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When you transitioned, you didn’t kill off your fashion, no, quite the opposite. It had never felt quite right to be called a girl, to be considered a woman. The clothes you wore had nothing to do with it, you were sure. Still, for a little bit after your public transition, you tried to dress more “traditionally masculine”, but it was only when you started wearing dresses and skirts and anything perceived as “feminine” that you felt truly at ease.

It was also around then that you got odd looks, and more mistakes and misgendering. Most of the time it was from strangers, so you chose to ignore it. It had no real effect on you since they were strangers, and their own opinions didn’t matter to you.

In doing this, you gained confidence, not that you didn’t have any before. You were simply presenting yourself how you liked, and you didn’t give a damn about who saw you as what. This confidence is what drew Aventurine’s attention to you, he quite enjoyed your slight flair for the dramatic, how ethereal you looked in certain dresses, and all around… you. He had never really fallen for someone as hard as he fell for you.

He pampers you as is, of course. Anything you want is yours, perhaps even three times over. No time to even say ‘I want’ or ‘I would like’, it’s yours. Especially clothes. He’s a bit of a fashionista himself, after all. You see a pretty dress you like? He’s buying it, and maybe a suit to match. Even a ball gown, something a little too formal for every-day wear? Don’t worry, he’ll find a reason to wear it.

Aventurine finds you pretty handsome any day of the week, even on your worst days, your most dysphoric days, where you want to do nothing but lie down in bed, dressed only in a massive t-shirt and boxers, unable to tame your disheveled looks. Which, those days seem to be becoming more and more frequent.

It had been quite a while since you two started dating, and you yourself knew dating one of the Ten Stonehearts would put some direct attention onto you. He wasn’t necessarily a celebrity, but of course paparazzi fled to him like flies to honey. And with that, you end up in the crossfire.

You do your best to ignore it, even when pictures of you and Aventurine end up on social media, even when the posts shift from referring to you as his ‘partner’, to his ‘girlfriend’, even when the comments referred to you as his girlfriend from the start. You shouldn’t let it get to you, you tell yourself, they’re just strangers is all, and they have no real connection to you. And yet, you can’t help but keep scrolling through those comments.

‘She’s so lucky!!’

‘I wish I was his girlfriend’

‘why can’t i be her :(‘

‘i’d give anything to be his GIRL’

Every little she, every little ‘girl’ gets to you. It cuts like knives, reopening old wounds you had forgotten about. Those words take root in your heart and you withdraw into yourself. Aventurine had been out on a… business trip, and you were left to wallow in your own dysphoric hell by yourself. Simply staring into your closet makes you feel sick, not even the clothes, but knowing that this is what you wore, and that is simply how people will perceive you from then on, his girlfriend. It hurts, dammit.

Despite the sickening pit forming in your stomach, you can't help but continue to scroll through the comments. Very few know of you, given your limited social media presence, even if Aventurine had tagged you in a couple posts of his own and even referred to you as his boyfriend. The few comments that mention you that do refer to you properly do not wash out just how many more had all sunk their fangs into the word ‘she’.

You finally pry your phone away from your eyes, turning it off and putting it face down as you bury your head into the plush pillows beneath you. You want to scream, to cry, but ultimately you are left with silence. Which turns out to be even worse, stuck with your thoughts that take hold and rip any semblance of confidence you had. Those words sink even deeper into your very bones, a reminder that you aren’t in the same leagues as a cis man, that perhaps you never will be. And then, the words ‘not a real boy’ start to rise. And slowly, that voice becomes louder, and louder, and lou–

You are interrupted by the muffled chime of a video call, raising your head and simply staring at your phone for a couple more moments. You knew exactly who was calling you, of course, he was the only one you really video called these days. And now, you didn’t even know if you wanted to pick up the phone. To you, it meant looking at yourself, seeing a girl. Doesn’t matter how little your portrait was in the corner, you’d still be there, all the same.

As if it was instinct, however, you pick up your phone and accept the call. You feel as if you immediately regret this decision, watching as your face pops up half-hidden by the sheets of your unkempt bed, finally minimizing into the corner.

“Hey handsome,” Aventurine starts, flashing you a pretty smile. He was driving, eyes on the road (thankfully), but peering at the phone every now and then. “How’s your night going, hm?”

“Good.” You mumbled, doing your best to sound at the very least okay. Your voice is muffled by the sheets and rather heavy, groggy.

“Awh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” He coos, still not looking at his phone, which you thank whichever Aeon you have to for that. “Just missed you is all.”

“It’s okay,” You manage to squeak out, tracing over his features mentally. He himself seemed so tired, despite how hard he played the relaxed character, you could tell that whatever meeting he had just gotten out of didn’t necessarily go all that well. “I missed you, too.”

You can see Aventurine smile, but silence fills the space between you two. The faint rumbling of the car on the road is soothing in a way, not too loud but not too quiet, enough to keep your thoughts from drifting. Perhaps you really are tired, with how easy it feels to fall asleep at the moment. Perhaps you were just tired, and that’s why such words got to you… and yet, as you did your best to surrender to sleep, Aventurine’s voice pulled you right back into reality.

“Have you been crying?” He doesn’t even tiptoe around it. It seems he had finally parked, and he finally got a good look at you. 

“Uhm–” You hadn’t even known you were crying, it seems you were so hyper-focused on just how you looked too much of a woman, and how badly you just did not want to see yourself.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” You can’t really lie to Aventurine, he’s pretty damn perceptive and it’s a little scary. Not just that, but he tends to worry about you, considering his luck doesn’t affect you. Seeing as he’s a whole star system away, he has every right to worry.

“It’s fine,” You groan, readjusting in the bed and doing what you could to hide your face while still allowing him to see some of it. You know you can’t get your way out of it, but deflect nonetheless. “Life sucks, is all.”

Aventurine purses his lips and furrows his brows, before clicking his tongue and shaking his head. He lets it go, for now. “Well, whatever it is, I’ll be home in like… three days, okay?” His voice softens from his usual sly tone.

You utter a low effort ‘mhm’, unable to conjure up any other words or sounds. You can see the worry creep into his expression, and somehow, it makes you think of a horrible, wretched question in the face of things.

“Do you see me as a girl?”

He lets out a ‘huh?’ before the question fully processes in his head. “No! Not at all! Why would you think that?” He raises his voice slightly, not panicked but as if in a rush to soothe your mind.

“I dunno. Seems like everyone else sees me as your girlfriend.” You huff, tilting your head.

“Well that’s them. You’re my boyfriend.”

“But–”

“Nuh uh. You’re my boyfriend. You’re a boy. Nothing else. Unless you wanna be my Husband?”

Aventurine’s cheeky tone returned and it caused a blush to bloom across your cheeks. You’re more surprised by the question itself, rightfully so, and it felt like it came out of left field. He chuckles at your reaction, raising his eyebrows, before shaking his head.

“What makes you think that, love?” He continues on if he hadn’t said anything, his voice softening once more.

You still once more, shaking your head. You feel as if you’ve already answered the question– you did– but, there was more than just that. “‘Cause of how I dress… do you even like it? Like... all the dresses and skirts and stuff."

“Of course I do!” He answers so quickly, placing his hand over his chest as if he was offended. “You look stunning! No matter how you dress. Is it annoying you?”

“... No.”

“Then you shouldn’t worry, okay? I love you, you know that, right?”

You nod meagerly, unable to find words. His reassurance helps a lot, but it would still take you a couple days to shake it off. For now, you would keep away from social media– especially those that were dedicated to Aventurine– to keep your head clear.

“C’mon, say it back,” Aventurine coos, “Or else I’ll start to feel a little hurt.”

“Love you too.”

“I’ll settle,” He huffs, but still his voice takes on a gentler tone once more. “Now, I’ll see you soon, okay? And I have a lot of gifts for you.”

WIth that, you two say your goodnights, and he promises you once more that he sees you as a man, regardless of how you dress or how you feel. You felt lighter, for sure, and were quite anxious and excited for Aventurine to come home. And the next days go by painfully slow, your mood dipping and rising equally, and yet, you were able to keep away from the same comments that had tanked your comfort within your body.

When Aventurine comes back home though, his arms are practically full of all sorts of boxes, jewelry boxes, and bags stuffed with Qilpoth knows how many clothes. He had to have someone help him bring his own luggage back to your apartment. He’s practically beaming, the fact that his gifts take up the entire couch was like an achievement for him. He showers you in kisses and praises and ‘I love you’s before he allows you to open his gifts.

He’s brought home almost an entire closet, pretty dresses, some rather formal, and even a ball gown, suits, as well, and a bunch of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Many are adorned with gemstones, and most of those are aventurine stones. ‘For good luck’, he says, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

One gift, however, stands out among the rest. It isn’t big and poofy, it doesn’t shine, nor is it considered… formal. It’s a simple sundress, covered in floral designs, the material was light and airy. It’s beautiful as is, quite striking in its simplicity considering Aventurine’s fashion sense.

“It’s starting to get warm, y’know?” He shrugs, as you stare at it, running your thumb along the hem of its sleeves. “Wanted you to have something to wear, something pretty– not that the rest of your clothes aren’t pretty, but…”

As he stumbles over his words, you look at him and pull him into a kiss, one that isn’t quite heated, but rather tender and soft. When you pull away, there are practically stars in his eyes, and it seems you’ve soothed his own mind. Yet, his face is burning up, practically bright red as he looks away and clears his throat.

“Ahem… just wanted to, uh, let you know how pretty you are,” His voice shakes ever so slightly, as if a kiss was more bold than him proposing marriage. “And I wanted you to flaunt it.”

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