#suguru geto x fem!reader

[ophelian-darling]

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Yandere Suguru Geto x Female reader.

Summary : Blessings form in different shapes and bright in different colors; Love being the fairest and liveliest one.

TW : Obsession, minor character death, discrimination, pregnancy, manipulation.

enjoy ♡

It is divine to think how hell would be regarded into grotesquely crimson images within the human imagination: Sufferance is too common, wounds as a thorn prick and lasts as a heart's ache, Yet consider this when we think of heaven: purity- innocence of Eden in its prime, everything that sources its beauty and continence from a glass sphere no soul ever stepped on, farthest from the nearest paradise which we -so far- know of. Every now and then, the glass sphere's page of the sky would rain glossy drops, bright in the charm of a moon's haze, kissing earth's soil ever so gently after a long fall through the dark space. The drop; a seed of everything that derives all good in this life, either blooms into flowers, little joys that are worth living for, or even people- lost angels on devil's land. 

Suguru believes he has an eye for perfection: the images of others reflect on his irises and pass, be a fragment of a forgotten dream and ghost in a corner within his anamnesis. life ought to be lived as a sort of a sweven, destined to be erased once the reaper sinks in its teeth; Not like you have much of an option as a sorcerer, you just keep fantasizing and drawing rose-colored glasses about a life you know you can't have, sighing when conjuring a dear friend's lineaments, feeling a warmth under an eyelid when a beloved's smile flickers through a faint image of cogitation. a needle of duty had sewed up every passage to his heart; there was no horizon to look up to, except that one of exorcising curses to no end, saving that little part of happiness that was rightfully his to others who already had a fair share of it.

Suguru would burn the candles of thought and wander around a series of scenarios: what would it be like to love? What color is romance and what taste are kisses? There must be a reason why the moon was put on a pedestal of artistry, or a color of blood to abridge all tongues and words of ardor. There had to be a reason why someone was so eager and willing to hand their hearts on a platter to someone else, someone who was looked upon as the apple of eye. It seemed absurd: humans are merely products of vice, planted to sin and harvested to destroy, every letter and word they utter weighs nothing heavier than a lie, So why would such a morbid creature empty the jar of heart on another morbid creature? It is a wounding, shameless lie.

Cease to feel and halt to sense, there was no meaning in draining the amphora of emotion on someone, a one who can't taste curses to know how much of a grace it's devouring. it's pointless to break the glass of heart over a bod that ignores your agony to indulge in its little world of pink lies. He just wishes- Only if, if he slices that part of him that screamed of humanity everyday, the part that made him extend a wing to shield the helpless from their demise… He hated having a heart. 

Once during a green summer, one that had a breeze of May and the pink warmth of Valentine's day, The sphere wrapped a blessing in a curse's fabric; a gift so pristine it competed with the glimpses of eternity with a smile and tore the horizon's edge with a kiss, a form of life that its existence on this cursed land was the vilest injustice ever committed towards its chastity. The Angel; now blossoming from the sphere's seed into a human with flesh and blood, nerves and bones, eyes and a beating heart, is left to be stained and tarnished, munched and swallowed by the imperfect- the bad seeds, the swirl of everything evil. a tear of a curse could lace a sea of blessings, and you had to be protected: from the serpents, the devils, the flawed, or anyone else that wasn't him.

"Y'know, Suguru, sometimes when I look through your eyes, I can see you fighting yourself, as if you were your own worst enemy" You started the conversation like this, so casually, with no hint or intention of digging too deep into his psyche.

July, casting blazing rays and nearly melting the shadows outside, while the pair of you decided to remain in class for no obvious purpose. Suguru didn't mind having you around, aware that you weren't going to engage in tittle-tattling, leaving him with the room to think. It's been a long year. 

With a strike of sudden concern, and maybe a little suspicion, He directs his whole posture towards you, noticing your relaxed position on the seat beside his. a silence of something that was about to begin stretched before he asked "What do you mean?" 

a Winter night smile drew itself on your lips. In a movement of Bonnie Parker leaning on her motorcycle, you faced his confused comportment, rolling your eyes playfully before replying "You thought that no one would notice? That's cute. but I must admit, you're so good at hiding it, even Satoru wasn't able to see it, I'm surprised!" something brightened in your expression, contradicting the words you just said. As if you were Suguru's Anima; you spoke so confidently, insisting on extracting a part you didn't like of him.

And that confidence stirred a certain sentiment within him. something he would see as… vulnerability?

He stared. 

Another silence, silence of an absurd play, one that the audience certainly didn't need to absorb the scene. 

You continued "Amanai was a human like any other, someone with dreams and hopes, fears and triggers, and a family- and a lot of friends. she lived her life to the fullest… Well, maybe not completely, but at least she had some taste of blessing before her death. people aspire to horizons, living enough to reach it and sometimes not, savoring both sweet and bitter times before kicking the bucket. But that's not what we're talking about here" 

His eyes couldn't get any wider, the images played slowly and vividly while the cassette of that memory didn't seem to stop.

"She's a vessel that can be replaced. Lord Tengen wasn't in that need for her anyway. But are we sorcerers any better? no. we're replaceable as well, unless you are Satoru, which we aren't. Yes, we are strong, but still replaceable. The Jujutsu world needs to continue existing or else cursed spirits will blow everything to bits, and of course, we're the only ones who can keep it going and exorcise these creatures." 

Your fingers twiddled with your necklace, rolling it slowly as your tongue flowed. "I wanted to go everywhere too, I wanted to have a lot of friends to love without worrying that they'll die at any second. I wanted to wander around and behold flowers and snow without seeing an ugly cursed spirit…" 

His tongue wouldn't unwrap, au contraire to his thoughts. his mind moved as fast as forgetfulness would spell, drinking in all of your heart's tears. Perhaps, after all, he wasn't the only one who awakened to a harsh knowledge. 

You, are special.

"It's not fair… why should I be the one who gives up on their happiness to save people who know nothing of my sacrifices…" 

"I-.." your rant comes to a halt, a veil of guilt slides down your expression. 

"Sorry… I didn't mean to remind you of… back then, I talked too mu-" 

"No." He interrupts, his usual resting face painted over. 

"You can continue, I understand you…" Suguru smiles.

Ever since the curtain on your heart was pulled, you seemed to confide in him more; drifting away from Satoru and Shoko slowly and subtly. He didn't want to think of it, yet these pages of poems and lines of serenades whispered something to him everytime he looked through you. She must be unhappy too, Unhappy people are sensitive to the unhappiness of others¹. and to confess, it balmed a little comfort on his soul to see that misery brought you together. Day by day, both of you would speak for hours, crafting an imaginary horizon where everything was a haven for a winsome world, goodwills falling like spring rain. Night by night, He who becomes the one to count the nights, scripting his nightdreams and rehearsing his hopes to a shadow of you that lingered in the corners, only for every word to blend into space once the daybreak spills through the clouds. 

Your voice; it is the voice of his mind now. The shadow of you is melodizing his thoughts and troubles of the heart, lulling his reveries and caroling his visions. The pages of romance flip like petals in the wind: as the silk of your vocal cords tailors the letters with red and pink, he is finally allowed to relish the true colors of so-called love. Yozo² is no longer fool in Suguru's thinking, for wanting to die alongside the one he loved, which Suguru Geto himself now, secretly, hopes to achieve with you.

"Have you ever thought about death?" Green-colored smile, surely wasn't grayed by anything. Suguru just thought, what did you think? Did you want to be with him no matter the place? 

The roles have been reversed. now you're the silent one; you were sure that you did talk too much that day, pouring your wounds into him that now they're his wounds. Guilt stinged your heart, only if you remained silent back then. 

"Um- yes, I'm already accepting it, we're sorcerers after all…" you struggled to compose a thought he'd like, it came out as what a child attempting wisdom would say. speaking to your friend has become a difficult task lately, you didn't want to lose the thread of thinking you shared together, and he seemed quite pleased to talk to you. 

He chuckled. 

"Never thought of making it better for yourself at least?" 

What…

"I used to think so too. But slowly, I'm finally able to see what I was too blinded to see. Remember when you said that you wanted to have a lot of friends and go everywhere? that's rightful of you to ask- but you can't get it whether you plead for it or not. I'm telling you; I know it very well when I say you can have everything you want if you step up and take control." stated he.

As if looking for any other person who seems to notice that there's something odd, you glanced around. nothing was in sight except the trees and grass of the long forest line. 

His face didn't move when he continued "You see, we forgot that we were stronger, smarter and more skilled than the ordinary, say evolution theory: creatures go through a long process of development to become advanced in brain and muscle. some reach the highest stage of development and become a human, while others simply stop in the middle or never start, thus remaining monkeys" 

For some reason, you imagined yourself operating on his brain: cleaving the front of his skull with a sharp scalpel, lifting up his scalp in a way a box of chocolates would be opened, unwrapping and milling his brain convolutions, looking through his memory and mind's eye to see when and where these ideas have crossed his mind so you can uproot them- it is your fault, you filled him with so much tangles for a sweetly simple soul as him.

"...And since monkeys can't survive on their own, we were the ones who would acquire and use their talents to establish Jujutsu and save them, doing it out of kindness and altruism, they give us curses and we cure them in response, continually and with no recognition of our merit…"  

Something in his eyes twitched; he sounded as if he was letting go of an ancient burden, the Messiah's cross thrown off by his back.

"... You, me, Satoru or anyone who uses Jujutsu is the purest form of life on this earth, we're destined to rule as much as we were to protect, to punish as we were to love. we sorcerers are chosen by the heavens…" 

"...Monkeys must die." the corners of his mouth were altered to a frantic excitement, seeming like he'd seen after years of being dim sighted.

It is a blessing to be ignorant. 

It started out subtly. Suguru would continue smiling- the line and twist on his face metamorphosed into one you have no knowledge of: it was strange, uncannily simple and eerily sweet, more of looking at a portrait of a goner and less of seeing a friend. His compassion faded, a mock-lively kindness replaced it, by the nature a moonlight would mimic a sunray's warmth. it is not change, nor epiphany; your friend was dying with no hearse set or heart settled- Suguru slept to no awakening so the priest in Gojo-gesa can breathe to every aspect of life. 

Eyes that used to behold the blessings in everything are now glaring with violence, gnashing its teeth to whoever and whatever didn't wield any cursed energy. it is visible for you to only see, all of the ink and blood jarred behind his eyes, masked perfectly and contained in a patient smile he wore to his subjects— our subjects darling! he would say, giving you a saddened look, as if his gift of a thousand obedient monkey wasn't enough to thrill you as much as it did to him.

“You know how much I love you, right?” he murmured, holding your hand. your eyes pierced the reflection on the vanity glass: a husband and a wife sharing an intimate moment, scenery of a devoted Genji holding a torn Fujitsubo³ and kissing away all of her distress. you switched your sight towards his hand, the one that stroked yours, the one that had on its ring finger a silver band twirled.

“And I'm willing to offer you everything I have, anything you want” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head, billing and cooing in his words “I just ask for a little smile in return, or a little ‘thank you’ for everything I do to us”

“You're taking advantage of innocent people, Suguru”

He scoffs “Are they really that innocent?! All they do is cause destruction and corruption. you're too kind to even call them people” the last word dropped like a glob of mercury, heavy and tarnishing. he's annoyed for sure that you ruined the romantic mood by mentioning monkeys yet again. 

“You're murdering people who came to you for help, Suguru…”

You saw it without looking at it, the flash of rage and loathing, with all its redness and heat a fire had less or more of. you hoped in despair ,maybe there's still the lingering blush of compassion in his heart; the comity of your dear friend Suguru, not the hatred of your husband the monk. His fist flew in front of your face, grabbing your chin and rotating your skull to his penetrating eyes. for a second, a thread was pulled in your chest, cutting your heart with a feeling of fear, was he about to strike you?

“I told you thousands of times… those you cry for so much are. not. people. Do you understand me?!” He pressed on each word, heavy breath fanning your face. you could only look back and try not to recoil under his gaze.

“They ruin our lives, they kill us, they cause suffering and they taint this earth with their filthy emotions… if it wasn't me who gets rid of them and cleans their trash, only heaven knew how much time left for us to live…” he digs his nails into your flesh, gritting his teeth at you “They made you unhappy, they tried to kill me while I was risking my life to save them everyday!” he raised his hands in the air, snarling with full volume. you're sure that Nanako and Mimiko are in another room hearing, and utterly aware of their agreement and devotion to Suguru. 

Frantically, he unwrapped his Gojo-gesa and threw it on the floor, shooting you a glare while he freed himself from the sleeves of his haori. his stare kept lining yours, and when he stripped from the white hada-juban, you've seen it, as if at first sight.

“Shouldn't a wife support her husband?! Why do I feel like everything else except for me matters to you?!” He yelled. it is not the first time you see the scar on his chest, in fact, you've seen it too many times that its lines were as familiar as the dimness of your eyelids. 

“Whom am I doing this all for?! for us! for our family! they're just like us, they've been belittled and cursed by monkeys and they had their happiness snatched brutally from their hands… all just because they were sorcerers” he calmed, yet not eased judging by how sharp his expression was. He dropped his arms to his side, reaching to cup your face and force you to see his eyes “You were hurt too… you begged me to save you years ago… you do remember the day we sat together in class and talked”

You do remember. 

The echo of that hour reverberated through his eyes. in their dark shade, you watched a reflection of yourself, helpless and gray, sew the first threads of his insanity. you wished if life had been a little more cruel and tore off your tongue before you ever got the chance to speak with him.

It's you who chiseled the priest.

He feathered a finger across your cheek, crooning honey “And you remember our dates too, all the kisses and embraces, our wedding and our nights together…” serene as a sea in spring, animating the past into a sweet lull. his eyes smiled to you, cording your heart when continuing “You love me, you love our family, our paradise— and him” His palm spidered to your stomach, stroking the node of flesh “You would never abandon him, would you?”

Can you even? He sojourned far in, tethered to you through a wall of flesh with a string stretching inside of him. the memory of his existence would carve lines in both of your bodies even after his birth.

“You're so selfless, that's why I fell for you darling” whispered he, drinking your silence in taste of obedience. Was there any release from the cuffs you wrapped around your own wrists? Suguru wasn't an imprisoner, he just smelted a bracelet you wished to wear, eager to please and in hunger for your praise, while you, in words and smiles, altered his brain to see in dark color.

“Why don't you say you love me?”  he coated demand with love, pouring foam on your ears in a whisper.

Your skin felt light underneath, like you could walk out of it as a coat. In times like these, when he gave affection and demanded it back, you could only say one thing, unlike a full colored prism of flirtation he can murmur to you.

“I love you so much, Suguru…” at first, saying it was like uprooting a rotting tooth, but as time passed and your tongue knew the taste of lying, it became like picking a fruit.

He smiled “Good girl…” 

His eyes glinted in red “...I love you too…”

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[moon-rivr]

it’s got to be you

pairing: suguru geto x fem reader

contents: fingering, some nipple play, oral (f receiving), marking, male masturbation, one bed trope (lmk if i missed any ����)

synopsis: satoru found a new partner and invited suguru to join him for a double date. who better for suguru to ask to be his plus one than you?

author’s note: he’s around his twenties in this one 🌝 anyways, i hope y’all enjoy, it’s my first time writing for my pretty princess

word count: 8.7k (longest thing i’ve written holy shit)

You'd met Suguru upon moving into your apartment complex, the two of you forming a connection after he'd helped you unpack your car. You'd been a student at the Kyoto campus, so while you did hear about the special grade duo that Geto and Gojo were, you'd never actually gotten the chance to interact with them.

Other than that, he was pretty much the only other person around your age in the apartment complex. Your other neighbors were around their forties or older, giving you a 'good morning/afternoon' every time you saw them or giving you an extra cup of sugar when you needed it. But you couldn't deny that it was nice to speak to someone around your age, the connection between the two of you forming with ease.

It started off with the two of you walking to the Tokyo campus together, talking about how the students were progressing before steadily moving onto sharing a cup of coffee in the mornings. He usually came over to your balcony, leaning it against it as he listened to whatever you had on your mind. He'd usually have a cigarette dangling from his fingers, occasionally offering a tidbit of advice if you asked for it.

He started coming over for designated movie nights on Fridays, the salty taste of the popcorn shared between the two of you helping get rid of the taste that curses left on his tongue. The two of you shifted movies from week to week, with your picks varying from action to romance and his were mainly picked on the basis that it was cinematically pleasing.

And Suguru would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy these daily hangouts as well. He valued Satoru’s friendship more than anything in the world, but he enjoyed the different experience of being your friend. The early mornings he spent over at your balcony quickly became the highlight of his morning, of seeing the sun shine down on your tired features as you talked about whatever came to mind.

"You seem distracted, what's up?" You threw a popcorn kettle at the side of his cheek, his attention going from the tv screen over to you. You knew that the movie wasn't that good for him to be engulfed in it, even if you'd been the one to pick it out this week.

"Satoru’s going out on a date and he wants me to go along for some kind of double date situation. Problem is, I don't have any interest in going through the motions of getting to know his date's friend," he finally spoke up, picking up the piece of kettle you'd thrown and popping it into his mouth.

"So if you're not interested, then why does it need to be a double date?"

"Well, he came up to me practically spazzing with the idea and I couldn't say no after that seeing that stupid smile on his face," Suguru explained, almost like it was enough reason for him to go through with this crazy plan. Though, you knew that Suguru would do his best to maintain Gojo’s happiness.

"So why not just tell him you're seeing someone? Obviously, a relationship wouldn't be feasible but I'm sure you could convince him with that."

"Where am i going to find someone that's willing to go through with the crazy idea of going on a fake date with me?"

He seemed to be lost in thought as he looked over at the tv, occasionally reaching out for a piece of popcorn to pop into his mouth. You could practically see the lightbulb ignite on top of his head, his head snapping to face you. "Well since you're crazy enough to suggest it, I guess it wouldn't be too far fetched to ask you if you want to be my fake date?"

You almost choked on a piece of popcorn, coughing until it came out. You wiped away the tears that ran down your face at the motion, looking over at him in surprise. "Me? No, there's no way. we're too friendly for it to be believable," you spoke up, taking a few sips of water to help the sting in your throat.

And you would've guessed that it would end there, right?

Wrong.

"Please, I'll even get on my knees for you."

You paused for a couple seconds, more so out of obligation rather than actual hesitation. You didn't want to give him the impression of being too excited, that you were secretly hoping he'd ask you out one day. But before a word could even escape from your mouth, he was already down on the floor looking up at you.

You never would've imagined anyone to look good whilst begging on their knees.

Well, that was until you saw Suguru in that same position right in front of you. He almost looked like a fallen angel with the way he was looking up at you.

He looked the most vulnerable you'd ever seen him, completely at your mercy. You couldn't deny that seeing him like this made your insides completely turn to mush. his hands came up to yours, clasping them tightly as he if it needed to be you. "Please. I don't have anyone else to ask for this other than you."

"Okay, stand up. I can't take you seriously like that."

Suguru stands up, dusting his clothes off before taking his place on the couch. He scooted a bit to be closer to you, his hand lingering on your thigh. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought what it would be like having those hands all over you. "If anybody asks, no, I did not get on my knees. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Ah yes, most likely to be a cult leader. Can't disregard that god complex," you responded, using the honorary that had been placed on him in the high school yearbook.

"Exactly."

"You know, this could all just be easily avoided if you told Gojo you weren't interested in dating."

"Then he'd just think I'm miserable seeing him in a relationship while I'm alone."

His hand began tracing small circles on your thigh, your attention going back towards him again. His touch felt like a magnet, pulling you in towards him. "Please. I don't have anyone else to ask and even if I did, I can't think of someone who'd do this better than you."

"What about Shoko?" You countered, knowing that it was a weak argument on its own. You'd heard from Utahime that Shoko would rather let earth freeze over than ever be involved with either one of them. Suguru raised a brow, confirming your thoughts with that one simple gesture.

"The chances of Satoru believing I'm dating Shoko are much lower than him believing I'm dating you."

"Alright, I'll be your fake girlfriend.”

After all, what was the worst that could happen?

Famous last words before disaster.

Suguru wasn't one to indulge in romance, sticking to what he knew wasn't going to get him hurt. Which usually tended to be one night stands. The whole concept of being emotionally vulnerable was typically one he liked to avoid, hiding his feelings with a cold exterior. But he was willing to learn for you, For the sake of making this all the more believable to Satoru. At least that's the lie he fed himself to be able to sleep at night.

Truth was, you weren't that difficult to hang around with the purpose of dating. He'd had experiences where some of his one night stands took him on dates, only to find out that the connection they shared was physical. But these hangouts with you felt like they were meet-ups within friends, something that was out of pleasure instead of obligation. His only concern was that maybe he'd grow to like these 'dates' between the two of you as something more than just hangouts.

"So, what are we gonna tell them if they ask how we started dating?" You interrupted his train of thought, his gaze focusing back on you. or more specifically, on your lips. You had a straw in your mouth, some of your lip gloss transferring onto it to form a ring at the top of the straw. His hand twitched with the urge of wiping your lip gloss away, wondering how those pretty lips would look wrapped around his thumb. Around his co-. Nope. He wouldn't allow himself to indulge in those thoughts as much as he wanted to.

After all, this was all fake right?

Hell, this whole fake relationship had an expiration date.

"So, we'll just tell them that we met when you moved into our apartment complex. We'll keep in the details of how we became friends as the truth, and then the only part we'll be lying about is that I asked you out on a date after we cooked dinner together," he responded after a couple seconds, almost having to force himself to look up at you instead of your lips.

The two of you continued to go through some details, of how long this had been going and what your goals were for this 'relationship.' Anything that was a possibility Gojo would ask, the two of you discussed. Eventually, the conversation morphed into more intimate details about the two of you. awful first date stories, birthdays, and hobbies. Anything that would give the illusion you two weren't just friends.

"You're an Aquarius?" You asked, finishing up with the drink you had in hand. You'd recalled asking him about his birthday one morning, but he claimed that it wasn't that important to him. The only reason he even bothered to celebrate it was to indulge Satoru in having birthday cake. Even if he ended up finishing up a majority of the slices. "Yeah, I'm not completely sure what that means though. I'm not that involved in astrology."

The two of you headed back to complex together, spending most of the walk in silence. He kept a close proximity to you, his arm interlocked with yours. Upon seeing you look over at him, he let out a chuckle. "Don't worry. just so you get adjusted to the whole physical aspect of it," he told you, looking back over at the bustling streets ahead. You could feel yourself starting to like this, of having your body pressed against his.

The lines between what was fake and real were starting to blur quickly and you were unsure of what to do about it.

You hadn't realized the two of you arrived at the complex until Suguru spoke up. "Do you want to come in?" It was a simple offering, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts. You'd been more distracted than usual lately, overthinking your ability to be able to see this through. You'd been quick to accept his request but you'd neglected to think about your personal feelings involved. Not that you had any time to think about that right now. "Yeah, sure," you finally agreed, walking behind him inside.

This was the first time Suguru had taken you into his apartment, exposing an intimate part of himself with you. You'd hardly seen anyone come out of it other than him with the exception of Shoko and Gojo. It was simple, the walls were chosen to be left bare. He had a couple knickknacks around his apartment, a canvas in the corner of the living room and a bookshelf on the opposite corner.

What really did capture your attention about the apartment were the two aquariums he had set up. you stepped closer to inspect them, seeing a black betta fish in one and a white one in the other. Their aquariums looked the same, a rock in each one and faux seaweed floating around. Even the way they swam around seemed to be in perfect synchrony.

"Pretty cool, huh? Satoru got me that two years ago for my birthday," you didn't notice when sugar came over to you, his voice making you jump a bit. Now that you looked closely, you could tell the resemblance between the two of them and the fish. You'd never stood the complexity of their friendship, but it seemed more like they were soulmates than just friends.

The word 'friends' seemed too simple to describe the relationship between the two of them.

Even if the idea was a bit farfetched to you, it made perfect sense why Suguru was willing to put himself through the whole fake relationship thing. Of why he didn't think twice to reassure Gojo he wouldn't be miserable if he pursued happiness separate from him.

"They're very beautiful. They look pretty well-taken care of too," you noted, noticing how healthy their fins looked and how clean their environment was. You couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of research that it took for him to properly take care of the two of them. "It took a bit of work but it's paid off. they seem pretty content in their little tanks," he murmured. You couldn't help but notice through the corner of your eye that his attention was on you rather than the fish.

"You've never thought about getting any more?" You inquired after a couple seconds of staring at the fish in silence. You looked over, expecting to see him still next to you but he'd walked over to the kitchen. He grabbed two cups from the cupboard, setting them down before turning around to look over at you. "Not really. Those two take enough time as it is and I don't really want to get a pet just to neglect them," he responded, turning the sink knob and sliding the cups under it.

"Feel free to sit on the couch, I'll be right over," Suguru called out from the kitchen. You headed over to his black leather couch, taking a seat. You grabbed the cushion behind you, noticing that it was in the shape of a chocolate bar. Another gift from Gojo if you had to assume. Suguru approached with the two cups, extending one over to you before taking a seat.

"Thanks," you told him, taking the glass of water that he was handing over. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the sounds of the water rippling as background noise. While the two of you covered major ground in terms of knowing enough about each other to make this seem believable, you still couldn't help the tiny doubts planting themselves in your head.

"So what exactly are you expecting out of this fake relationship?" You broke the silence after a couple seconds, setting your glass of water down on the floor. You hardly had experience with real relationships, so you were uncertain if you would manage to pull a fake one off. You were worried and the date wasn't even for another week. Suguru set his glass down, turning his body to face you.

"Well, I'm hoping that you're okay with lying to Satoru for a couple months and then we can just make something up. That the relationship isn't working out for us or we're too busy with work," he responded, his hands folded on his lap. Not that it'd be too much of a lie, jujutsu sorcerers were notorious for being chained down to their work.

While, it was nice to know that he'd at least planned some aspect of it out, it wasn't exactly what you were asking.

"No, I mean, like in terms of affection and whatnot. To sell the story," you corrected yourself, looking at him expectantly.

He hesitated for a couple moments like he'd forgotten to consider this aspect, making your nerves rise. You'd be lucky to convince Gojo the two of you were dating for at least fifteen minutes at this point.

"Well, we'd start with the nicknames like baby and stuff. Or if you don't like that, then just let me know what works for you. After all, it's your comfortability I'm concerned about."

"Okay, that makes sense. How about the physical aspect? Like hand-holding and all that?"

"Well yeah, if you're comfortable with it. We can also include kissing in that list. Completely platonic kissing with the intention to deceive."

Yeah, the words didn't sound convincing to his own ears.

Yet, you seemed to actually be considering the possibility. Maybe this wasn't destined for disaster.

"I don't really have that much experience kissing."

Suguru nudged closer to you, his knee touching yours as he brought his hand over to your chin. he directed your gaze towards him, your throat bobbing at the proximity. "Do you want me to teach you?" you didn't trust yourself to answer him properly, so you simply nodded. "Words, sweetheart. Tell me that you want this."

"I want this."

He leaned in, his hand coming up to rest against your cheek. You instinctively found yourself leaning in closer to his touch, the palm of his hand turning you into putty. And he hadn't even done anything yet. You leaned in as well, your eyes closing once you were halfway there. You felt his lips hovering against your own, making your eyes shoot open.

"Okay, so I know everyone says do what comes naturally but what exactly is that supposed to mean?" You blurted out, pulling away from his touch when you felt him get too close. Suguru opened his eyes, looking over at you as he bit down on his lower lip. "Don't you dare lau-" you weren't even done with your sentence when you heard him erupt into laughter. You folded your arms across your chest, feigning annoyance as you waited for him to finish.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, feeling your palm slap his thigh gently. Upon seeing your expression, he couldn't help but burst out into laughter once more.

"I'm being serious!"

"Okay, okay," the syllables came out broken as he willed his laughter to stop, taking a couple deep breaths to calm down.

"You know you're supposed to part your lips slightly right?"

Your brows furrowed slightly at his question, your arms folded across your chest once more. "Yes I know that. I'm not that clueless."

"Okay, just making sure. After that, I’d say just do what I'm doing. As long as you don't bite my tongue, I don't think you'll be that bad."

Now you were starting to get tempted to bite his tongue just to spite him.

He positioned himself the same as before, the palm of his hand resting against your cheek. His thumb gently ran circles against it, almost like he wanted to calm you down. "Any other questions before a repeat of last time?" He asked, looking over at you. And you almost wished he hadn't. The late sunlight was peeking in through the window, making his eyes look like melting chocolate. "No."

He leaned in, waiting for you to do the same before shutting his eyes. the two of you bumped noses on contact, a small chuckle emitting from his lips. "Keep laughing at me and I'll look for kissing tutorials on Youtube instead," you muttered, tilting your head to the other side to avoid bumping noses again. You felt his lips on your own, waiting for access. your lips parted, allowing for him to slip his against your own.

Though you had no idea what you should be doing, you decided to follow the movements he was making. You must've been doing something right since he leaned in closer to you, his other hand wrapping around your waist to close the distance. You moved your hand from your side, pressing your own against his cheek. You were starting to forget where your body began and where his body ended.

His tongue prodded against your bottom lip, almost as if asking for permission. You gave him access, parting your lips a bit more. The sensation of his tongue against yours was a strange one, a welcome one nonetheless. He tasted like mint, an aftertaste of the gum he'd been chewing on the way back. It wasn't oversaturated, it'd been diluted enough to the point where it was pleasing to the tongue. You copied the movements he was making with his tongue, the two of you moving in a synchronized manner.

The taste of you was intoxicating. For someone who claimed to have no experience when it came to these matters, you followed instructions pretty well. It was easy for Suguru to get lost in the feeling of your lips against his own, of the feeling of your lipgloss transferring onto his lips. Of pretending that this wasn't just practice for a fake arrangement. He was stepping onto unprecedented territory, but he couldn't help but want more. Even if it ended up in heartbreak at the end.

The two of you pulled away, a string of saliva in the middle connecting you both. You could see a look of longing on his face, like he missed the feeling of your lips resting against his. And if you were to look into a mirror, you were certain you'd be able to see that same look on yourself. What would be so bad about kissing him again? Well the fact that you couldn't use the excuse of practicing this time.

"I'll see you for the date," you managed to muster up, standing up from the couch. Suguru brought his hand up to his mouth, almost like he needed the reassurance that it'd been real. "Yeah, I’ll see you then. And don't worry about those Youtube videos, you're a natural," he replied, getting up as well. He dusted off imaginary dust from his clothes, walking over to the front door. You stepped out once he opened the door, turning back when you reached your apartment to give him a small wave.

You couldn't deny that it was one of the more pleasant kisses that you've had. The past experiences you had in your repertoire ranged from cracked, chapped lips to having them slobber you up like a dog. Suguru wasn't too rough with it, putting your pleasure above your own. You wondered if maybe that translated to other aspects of his life? Oh, you were so screwed. So so screwed. 

Though you were essentially prepared in every aspect, from knowing every important detail about Suguru to what to do to convey affection, you still couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as the date approached. What if you messed it all up? And then Suguru never talked to you after that? Your mind was practically buzzing with what-ifs, ignoring the buzzing at the front door.

Suguru stood by the doorway, looking over at you as you paced through your room. At this rate, you were certain to make a hole in the floor. "Hey, what's wrong?" He decided to speak up at around your third lap, his hand gently wrapped around your arm. He managed to pull you out of your thoughts and back to planet earth, your eyes widening once you realized you had an audience.

"I'm fine, sorry about that," you told him, pulling away a bit to finish getting dressed. His sudden appearance didn't scare you, the two of you had exchanged house keys in case of an emergency. "You're not fine. Talk to me," he wasn't letting you off the hook easily, taking a seat on your bed as he waited for an explanation. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to tell him.

"Just the usual, you know? I just don't know if I'm ready to pull this off," you told him, unsure of how to vocalize your issues. He got up from the bed, wrapping his arms around you. The gesture was unexpected, much like most of his actions recently. Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought. You felt your body melt into his, your breathing steadily slowing down. "I just don't want you to find out this was a mistake and I end up losing you as a friend."

You'd expected for this constant reassuring that things would end up fine would get on his nerves, That he would seek out someone else for this arrangement. Someone that didn't overthink about it too much. But yet, here he was. Hugging you. "I appreciate you for even agreeing to this, I know it's not an ideal situation," he started off, his hand rubbing small circles on your back. "But I wouldn't end our friendship over this. I know it's a lot to ask from you."

He continued to hold you for a couple more minutes, waiting until your chest stopped heaving and your breathing returned to normal before stepping back. "Do you think this looks good on me?" You asked him, doing a 360 so he could capture the outfit in its true form. You weren't sure where the date was going to be so you settled with a backless black top and a pair of jeans. Not too modest but not overly casual. "It looks good," Suguru assured you, standing up to help you clasp the necklace you'd been struggling with for the past twenty minutes.

You should've gotten used to being so close to him by now, you were practically pressed up against him just a week prior. You found the hairs on your neck rising as he stepped closer to you, taking the two ends of the necklace from your fingers. It felt like every nerve was ignited with every brush of his fingertips against your neck, a shiver running down your spine. If he didn't hurry up, you'd doubt how long you could remain standing. "Done," he whispered in your ear, the shiver turning into full blown goosebumps.

He'd only stepped back enough for you to turn around, his eyes immediately darting to your neck. like he wanted to make sure he did a good job. "You almost ready to go?" He inquired, sitting back down on your bed. He picked up a stuffed animal you had near your pillow, throwing it up at the ceiling and catching it. "Almost," you responded, taking your heels off the floor and going over to the bed to sit down.

"Let me," Suguru spoke up before you even got the chance to put them on, taking the black heels away from you. You extended your foot out, mentally thanking whatever entity above that you'd gotten your toes done before this date. He slid the heel on with ease, strapping it up to where it wouldn't be too tight or too loose. He did the same with the other, extending his hand out for you to stand up once he was done. "Okay, let's go girlfriend."

The walk over to the restaurant was relatively short, his hand intertwined with yours. you were mentally willing your hands not to sweat, not at this moment. "Relax, we went through what we needed to go through multiple times already," Suguru told you, almost as if sensing your nervousness towards the matter. "Well yeah, but what if I just blank out," you muttered, keeping up the pace he was setting. "Then I'll fill in for you. I won't let you drown, I promise."

"You must be Suguru’s girlfriend. I'm Gojo Satoru," he introduced himself to you, extending a hand out towards you. As if most of the sorcerers in japan didn't know who he was. You shook his hand, giving him your name. "Nice to meet you," you told him before he went over to talk to Suguru. You faced his partner, exchanging pleasantries with them as well before a waiter came over to lead the four of you to a table.

Upon sitting down, you took a glance around the restaurant. A fountain lied in the middle of the establishment, a chandelier dangling overtop as the crystals each reflected a light beam from the lamps on the ceiling. Gojo truly spared no expense when it came to spoiling his date. The waiter came over after a couple minutes, jotting down on their notepad what drinks the four of you would have before leaving once more.

You were pretty certain Gojo had to be a detective in another life, with the way he was rapidly firing questions at the two of you. Since he didn't know anything about you, most of the questions directed to Suguru were regarding about where the two of you met and how'd you gotten up to this point. Towards you, though, the questions varied between what Suguru’s life aspirations were to what his favorite flavor of ice cream was in the month of April.

"So how long have the two of you been dating for?" You were starting to miss the waiter's presence upon being bombarded with another question. You looked over at Suguru, letting him take the ropes on answering this one.

"You don't think you're asking too many questions?" his date spoke up, letting out a nervous laugh like they were apologizing for his behavior. Not that they needed to, a part of you was somewhat expecting this already.

"Nah, they're fine with it. Plus, I want to get to know more about the woman that managed to tie Suguru down. Last time I heard, he was only interested in one night flings."

"We've been dating for about two weeks now, though we've been somewhat talking for about three prior to that," Suguru responded calmly, taking a sip from his drink. "As for the one night stands, I haven't been in any. Not since I met her."

He sounded too good at this, convincing almost you as well.

After the mini-investigation that Gojo held, the dinner went by pretty smoothly. The food was good, as you expected and the conversation flowed with much more ease. You learned from Gojo’s partner that they were a second grade sorcerer but they decided not to pursue teaching. Gojo also attempted to make some conversation with you, asking you about what things you liked to do and what type of snacks you preferred.

"Sorry about all the questions, I hope he didn't make you uncomfortable," Gojo’s partner spoke up, looking at you with an apologetic smile. The two of you had been left alone after Suguru and Gojo went to talk alone before you each took your route back home. "Don't worry about it, it wasn't that bad," you reassured them, looking over at where the two stood. You couldn't help but wonder what the two were talking about, if Gojo was making some kind of convincing argument that Suguru dumps your ass.

You hoped not.

Part of you wanted to prolong this fake arrangement even if that's all it would be. Just fake.

"I'm so full," you grumbled to Suguru as the two of you headed back to the apartment complex, your hand resting on his shoulder for support. He wrapped an arm around your waist, letting you lean your body against his with much more ease. It didn't help that the heels you had on were starting to make blisters on your feet, the skin peeling with every little step that you took. "You want me to carry you?" He offered like it was the most obvious solution, looking over at you. "Are you sure?"

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I just let you walk back in pain?" He mused, scooping you with ease into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck for more stability, burying your head into his shirt. The scent of his cologne was heavenly. No man alone should have the power to smell that good. The walk back home seemed longer than usual, the two of you enjoying the night breeze rather than being in a rush. A couple of crickets filled the atmosphere, the usually loud streets gone quiet when the sun went down.

The date had gone swiftly, at least from what Suguru told you at the end of the night. "He pulled me away to tell me how happy he was that I found someone like you," he assured you, leaning on the balcony next to you. Suguru took a cigarette box out of his pocket, sliding one of them out. He knew better than to offer you one, sliding the box back into his pocket. That was the last thing you'd expected, you were somewhat convinced you'd blown it. That Gojo was being polite to you out of obligation.

"That was better than I expected, then," you told him, looking over at him as he lit up the cigarette. He dusted it against the balcony, charred pieces falling onto the floor below. "Thank you for this, by the way. We probably won't have to be together for a couple more dates," Suguru remarked, taking a hit from the cigarette. What should've been something to reassure you only served to make you a bit upset. You'd taken a liking to hanging out with him despite the circumstances. "Right. Well, at least we're still on for Friday movie nights."

The one good thing that came out of this was that you didn't hang out with Gojo and his partner that often, other than a dinner once in a while and an arcade date. Though they weren't exactly bad company, you couldn't help but feel your guilt increase the more you lied to them. How would they react if they found out about the news? Would they take it as a betrayal or would they find some kind of amusement towards it?

You wished you could turn off your mind just as easily as Suguru seemed to do.

Suguru came by your office unexpectedly, bringing a bento box that he'd gotten back at the city. He placed it down on your desk, taking a seat across from you. The training field could be seen from the window, Panda and Maki sparring against one another. "What brings you here?" You asked, opening up the bento box to see some of the favorite foods you'd shared with him inside.

"So I'm hoping that the food might coax you into saying yes though I understand if you don't want to. Satoru’s inviting the two of us to go with him and his partner out to this beach. I'm not sure where it's at but the transportation and staying arrangements would be settled," Suguru spoke up, waiting for you to finish chewing your food. Just in case you ended up choking on it.

You took the news more calmly than he'd expected, no coughing or eye widening. "I’ll have to clear my schedule with Yaga so I'll let you know after that," you responded, setting down your chopsticks. "If that's all that it takes for you to agree then let me take care of it," he told you, getting up from the chair. He was about to leave, his hand on the doorknob before turning around to face you. "Thank you."

Suguru had kept true to his word, getting Yaga to clear up your assignments for the remainder of the week so you could go. You'd gotten the message just a couple hours after Suguru had departed from your office.

You had a couple days to pack up your things, all of what you'd need tightly packed in a black suitcase. A couple bikini sets, clothes to go out in, an oversized shirt you liked to excuse for pajamas, and a couple of your necessities. You were going through your suitcase for what seemed to be third time, a pair of hands coming to rest on your waist. "Knowing you, I'm sure you're just being paranoid. you have everything that you need," Suguru spoke up from behind you, making you close the suitcase.

The drive towards the hotel had been a fairly long one. The two of you had gotten into the car at around 2 pm and you'd arrived longer after nightfall. Just like everything that Gojo set up, he'd bothered to spare no expense with the hotel arrangements. The walls inside were painted between white and gold, the marble floors underneath your feet shining pristinely. Nothing was out of line or out of place.

"Hey, nice to see you again," you greeted the two of them upon seeing them at the hotel room, exchanging pleasantries. "Nice to see you again!" Gojo’s partner called out, embracing you in a hug. you almost tumbled backward, but you managed to regain your balance. You wrapped your arms around them, returning back the hug. If the hug with Suguru was just a hug between friends then why did it not feel anything like this one?

You shouldn't have been surprised to see one bed in the center of the room, yet here you were with your mouth agape. You looked over Suguru, expecting some kind of protest to come from him but you were only met with silence. You convinced yourself not to think too much into it, that it was just the exhaustion from the drive taking a hold on him. Even if he didn't do any actual driving.

You grabbed your pajama shirt from the suitcase, heading into the bathroom to change into it. The night just kept getting more and more interesting. Upon coming out of the bedroom, you were met with Suguru just in a pair of grey sweatpants. He had his back turned towards you, his back muscles rippling with every movement that he made. "Damn," you didn't mean to say that out loud, Suguru’s head turned to face you with an amused expression on his face.

"I mean, you're gonna sleep in that?" You managed to ask after you'd stop ogling, putting up a shocked facade that you weren't even sure was believable to yourself. Not that you'd be complaining if he did. Even this was worthy of being put up in the Louvre.

"I usually sleep naked so be grateful," he responded, not helping at all with the images running through your head. Now your mind was getting clouded with thoughts of what it would actually be like to sleep next to him while naked. You cleared your throat, putting your dirty clothes in a pile on one of the seats. You'd fix them tomorrow, for now you'd just will yourself to fall asleep and stop thinking about what effect Suguru had on your body.

Everything in the room seemed to fade away when Suguru laid down next to you, your attention solely focused on the close proximity he was in. Despite the fact that the two of you had your backs turned to one another, you still couldn't help but hyperfixate on every little shift that he made on the bed. It took you a while to fall asleep, even throughout your attempts of trying to count sheep, cursed spirits, or just pieces of candy. No matter what the substance was that you were counting, you couldn't get rid of the desire brewing inside of you.

You woke up in the middle of the night, awakened by your immediate thirst. You rubbed your eyes, letting out a yawn before reaching out to the nightstand to grab your bottle of water. You couldn't move that much, though. You looked down to see Suguru’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist in his sleep. You could tell that it wouldn't easy to get out from his grasp, at least not without waking him up.

The oversized shirt you'd worn to sleep had ridden up to your stomach, your panty-cladded ass in direct contact with his crotch. You tried to keep your wiggling to a minimum, hoping that you wouldn't end up stimulating both yourself and him. You'd almost managed to reach out for your bed stand when Suguru pulled you closer to his chest. He let out a small groan, eventually shutting his mouth back up and going back to sleep.

You looked down at his fingers splayed across your lower torso, trying to pry them off one by one. You'd almost managed to get his pointer finger off you, when all four of his other fingers wrapped themselves around you. You let out a huff, trying to brainstorm a solution to this that didn't involve waking him up. Maybe if you just moved on the bed a bit, he'd stir? You wiggled against his lap, hoping that the motion would be enough to wake him up a bit.

"You just don't stop moving, hm?" His voice came out a bit hoarse, dripping with sleep. Maybe you should've apologized, yet again, you weren't exactly the one who'd put the two of you in this position. "I didn't mean to wake you up. Just got thirty," you responded, keeping your voice in a light whisper. He let go of your body, allowing you to get up and go towards the nightstand.

You moved back on the bed, his arm wrapped around you once more. With your back pressed against his, you could feel something hard pressed up against his. You tilted your head to look over at him, seeing him already fast asleep. His hips gently rocked into yours, small broken moans of your name escaping from his lips. You'd been so worried thinking about the effects he had on your body that you hadn't even begun to account for the way he felt towards you.

Yet again, he'd never made any attempt to let you know he felt anything. Everything that he'd done for you, he'd made sure to remind you it was fake. Maybe it was a reminder for you, or maybe it was just a reminder for himself?

You felt your slick clinging onto your panties, his hips bucking into you as if he desperate for some kind of release. You moved your hips against his tentatively, nibbling down on your bottom lip so you wouldn't say anything. You eventually started moving against the rhythm he was setting, though it wasn't enough. You were about to slide your fingers down to your panties when suddenly his movements halted.

"Don't do that just for my sake," his voice came out groggy, his hands around your hips. The grip wasn't tight enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to stop every movement that you made.

"Who said I didn't want this too?"

Suguru hovered on top of you, his lips brushing against yours before parting them. This kiss wasn't like the one you two shared prior. He kissed you like he was a man starved, like he needed this to anchor him to earth. The kiss itself was nothing more than a clash of teeth and tongue, though you could feel the desperation that he held behind it. He needed you as badly as you needed him. If not even more.

He moved lower, slotting himself between your legs as he kissed down your neck. You weren't sure if he made it a point to mark you because of the stupid agreement the two of you had going on or because he genuinely wanted to see you like this. He ran his tongue across the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth just hard enough to leave a hickey. "Can't wait to see you at the beach tomorrow like this."

He slid your shirt up, completely exposing your upper body to him. His pupils practically doubled in size, completely overtaking his irises at just the mere sight of you. He hooked one of his fingers along your panties, looking up at you. "Is this okay?" He asked as if he couldn't feel the arousal practically leaking out of you. "Yeah, it's okay," you consented, his fingers continuing with what they were doing.

Suguru slid your panties down at a torturous pace, if only to get you more desperate for him. to get you as desperate as he felt towards you. He spread your legs open, the pale moonlight shining on the slick coating your folds. Maybe he'd make this favorite meal from now on. The vacation now seemed pointless, all that he wanted to do was stay here with you in the hotel room and worship your body the way it made for.

His mouth attached itself to your breast, sucking on it like he depended on it. he pulled back, swirling his tongue around the nub until it hardened. With this, you also felt his fingers tracing the outline of your folds before slipping his fingertip inside. "That feel good?" He asked, though the slick running down his finger should've served as enough evidence. He enjoyed seeing you struggle with your words to give him a coherent answer.

"So good," you whispered, your voice cracking a bit as he slid the entirety of his finger inside. His finger curled upward with every stroke that he made, determined to find your g-spot. He wouldn't be satisfied if you weren't. His teeth gently pulled at your nipple, his mouth clasping around it once more. You tried to close your legs together, letting him know that he'd found your g-spot. "Try to keep them open for me, princess."

As much as you wanted to clamp your legs around his hand, you forced your legs to stay open. "That's it, good," Suguru didn't dare speak above a whisper, slipping his middle finger alongside his pointer. You felt your walls getting stretched out, your walls tightly wrapped around his fingers. Almost like you wanted to trap him and never let him go. His mouth moved to your other nipple, giving it as much attention as he was giving to other one.

He pulled away when he sensed your impending orgasm approaching much to your complains. "Only place you'll be coming around tonight is my tongue," he told you before scooting back on the bed. He had his lower body pressed against the mattress, his face in direct contact with your cunt. The way he examined it almost made you want to close your legs, but he had his arms hooked around your knees. Spreading you open the way he wanted you to be.

"Patience," his voice practically came out in a purr, his lips attached to your inner thighs. He planted a couple open-mouthed kisses, making his way up to your cunt before returning back to your thigh. It was agonizingly slow, your cunt clenching around pure air at just the anticipation of feeling him inside of you. "Please," your voice came out in a whisper, overwhelmed by all the sensations flowing through your body.

"Please what?"

“Please just touch me already,” he had the temptation to continue teasing you after hearing just how desperate you sounded but he doubted his self control would allow for that.

He, himself, had to resist the urge to let out a moan upon the first taste of you. Your pussy quenched his thirst like no other, a delicacy that he couldn't help but want to indulge in. He looked up, seeing your eyes half lidded as you leaned back on the bed. You were truly a sight to behold. Only problem was that he wanted to be selfish and have your attention solely focused on him.

"Come on, princess, look at me."

You opened up your eyes, looking in between your legs to see that he was already looking over at you. He maintained that eye contact, licking up a stripe from your weeping cunt up to your clit. "That's it," he hummed against your cunt, the vibrations shooting straight up your spine. You bucked your hips into him, one of his hands coming down to press against your stomach to hold you still.

You could've sworn you saw stars the moment his tongue plunged into you, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the mere taste of you. If his fingers had made you feel ecstasy, his mouth was a completely otherworldly experience. He ate you out like no other, like he was set on this earth solely for this purpose. Your mouth parted, a moan slipping past your lips.

You couldn't help but instantly regret it, his tongue slipping out of you as he licked his lips before speaking, "As much as I'd like to hear your pretty little moans, try to keep quiet. Satoru’s in the room next to us. Your noises belong to me solely."

All you could do was nod, overridden by lust and the need to have his tongue inside you once more. You pressed your hand against your mouth, a couple heavy breaths escaping from you. Your other hand was weaved around his hair, gently tugging at the strands to guide him where you needed him the most. He tentatively stuck the tip of his tongue into your cunt before retracting. You almost let out a whine at his relentless teasing.

He stuck his tongue into you, the feeling of your walls clenching around his tongue almost too much to bear. He took one of his hands off you, using it to palm himself through the material of his sweatpants. He slid them down just enough for it to hang underneath his balls, his hand coming back up to your mouth. "Get them all nice and wet for me, please?"

You opened your mouth, allowing for him to slip his fingers inside of your mouth. you swirled your tongue around them, coating them with your saliva before he pulled away. His hand wrapped around his cock, giving himself a couple strokes before going back to eating you out. He sucked on your folds, not letting any of your slick go to waste before licking a stripe up to your clit.

His mouth clamped around your clit, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nub. It practically throbbed with every movement that he made, your pussy leaking out like a waterfall. He was exploring what exactly made you tick, what made your grip on his hair tighten. Your nails were practically digging into scalp but he reveled in the feeling, of seeing your eyes wide in pleasure.

He sped up the rhythm he was stroking his cock in, estimating the time of your orgasm to match his own. By the increase of the muffled moans you were letting out, he could tell that you were starting to get close. "That's it, let go for me," he spoke against your clit, the vibrations that you felt from his mouth sending you into overdrive. You bit down on your palm, your cunt clenching around nothing as you came.

He pulled away, giving himself a couple more strokes before eventually releasing all over his palm. You looked over at him through dazed eyes, seeing just how much a mess he looked. His chin was completely covered in your slick and the bun that he'd made before bed now had a couple strands sticking out. He didn't seem to have any complaints, though. He walked over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to presumably wipe himself off.

He went in between your legs once more, cleaning you up with his tongue to the verge of overstimulation. You practically had to pull him off you, the sensation feeling like it was too much. He slipped your panties back up, sliding into bed next to you. Your breaths still came out heavy as you rode out the remnants of your orgasm, your body turning to face his. There was no way that the two of you would be able to go back to being just friends with what happened tonight.

"We're not going to..?" You left the final part up for interpretation, looking over at his face. Even if you'd pushed him when he tried to eat you out again, you still couldn't help but want to feel what his cock would be like deep inside of you. If his fingers almost brought you to an orgasm, you had no doubt his cock would make you cum multiple times. His hand came up to your stomach, pulling you closer to his body once more. "First time you and I have sex won't be in the confines of a hotel room. I'll have you all to myself along with those pretty moans."

Though, you understood his point, you still couldn't help but feel frustrated. The past orgasm hadn't been enough to satiate your want. You tried to rub your thighs together, seeking out some kind of reprieve for the lack of friction before you felt Suguru’s firm grip on your thigh.

"Go to sleep. We have an early morning tomorrow."

It was easier said than done. If you had a hard time falling asleep at the start of the night, you were having much more difficulty falling asleep now. Suguru had the task much easier, falling asleep in a matter of mere seconds. You couldn’t help but look at him as he slept, how relaxed his face was. even his body had become less tense. You wanted to commit the sight to memory. You managed to fall asleep a couple minutes afterwards, your head buried into his chest.

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Sugar

Geto Suguru x Gojo!fem-reader & Choso x Gojo!fem-reader

Summary- Love is a fickle thing isn’t it? Life isn’t so sweet. People are meant to love, lose, and love again; sorcerers like you more than most. You endure pains that non-sorcerers will never experience a speck of in their lifetimes. So much is expected of you not only because you’re a Gojo; a sorcerer from one of the prestigious sorcerer families, but because you were lucky or unlucky to be born special grade as well. All your life you were taught to be one way and follow a path, but remember that pain you get to experience in order to protect the lives of non-sorcerers? Well, that pain gets to you and deviates you down a dark path with Suguru Geto, a man you love, your hope, and the one who stays. Yet that path is dark and twisty, full of surprises that bring life, and loss most of all. When will enough be enough, and will you be able to find that light in a lifetime of darkness you so crave? Will you change your ways after years of defection and thinking you’re right? Do you believe in second chances after what you’ve done?

Moodboard, fighting outfits concepts

Suguru geto x y/n Gojo moodboard, Satoru Gojo x y/n Gojo moodboard, Kento Nanami x y/n Gojo, Choso x Y/N

Chapter 1 Angelfish

Chapter 2 Just a girl

Chapter 3 The first one

Chapter 4 Live for the hope of it all

Chapter 5 Appeasing

Season 2 (Hidden inventory arc)

Chapter 6 Where you are

Chapter 7 The Ballad of Jujutsu sorcerer

Chapter 8 The world’s a little blurry

Chapter 9 Hearing damage

Chapter 10 I’ll know, I’ll know

Jjk 0 Movie

Chapter 11 It almost worked

Chapter 12 Fallen Angel

Chapter 13 It’s over isn’t it?

Chapter 14 Lost in the darkness

Season 2 (Shibuya Arc)

Chapter 15 The start of something new

Chapter 16 The last supper

Chapter 17 Kill of the night

Chapter 18 Happy birthday, by the way

Chapter 19 I’m sorry for your loss

Chapter 20 Intergalactic

Itadori Execution Arc

Chapter 21 But then I found you

Chapter 22 What never was

Tengen arc

Chapter 23 You’re an angel, I’m a dog

Chapter 24 By saying something stupid like…

Chapter 25 Blood, dragons, curses and black holes

Sukuna v Satoru

Chapter 26 Sweet Gojo

Chapter 27 The sun will shine on us again

Chapter 28 A song for us

Chapter 29 Birthday surprises

Chapter 30 Two can be as bad as one

Chapter 31 All through the night

Chapter 32 Our last goodbye

Chapter 33 Haven’t I given enough?

Chapter 34 Two birds on a wire…

Chapter 35 …One says c’mon and the other says I’m tired

Chapter 36 Be the One Fallen from Grace, be Death

Side stories

Wedding bells (takes place in between chapter 10) takes place in 2008 & 2009

Colors of the wind (takes place in between chapter 10) takes place in 2012

Fun trend not so great (before season 2 starts)

The soul (takes place in ch.17)

Satori info page

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[daisies-daydreams]

Like That (Suguru Geto x F!Reader Drabble)

Header Credit: glowx_21

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: PWP, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Clit Play, Spanking, Doggy Style, Hair-Pulling, Pet Names (Baby/Baby Girl, Slut, Daddy), Edging, Swearing Word Count: 1k+ A/N: I fucking despise this bastard…so of course I had to write smut about him. 🤐 Audio (credit: moonxx911) NSFW WARNING!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your jaw went slack as Suguru stretched out your tight ring of muscle with his thick, bulbous tip.

“‘s too much, Suguru,” you mewled as you felt his lube-coated shaft glide along your tight, gummy canal. Despite all the prep you did, your lover’s thick, heavy cock still stretched you with a mind-numbing burn. Goosebumps broke out across your skin as he chuckled lowly.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can,” Suguru encouraged as he gently spread your asscheeks apart with his large palms. "But if it gets too painful, just say the safe word," he reminded with a husky whisper. You squeaked when he spanked, his dark eyes mesmerized by the way your flesh jiggled beneath his touch.

“Love it when you make those cute noises for me,” Suguru chuckled as he massaged the sore spot on your ass. Your eyes rolled back when he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls bouncing against your slick, puffy folds. “See? I knew you could take me,” he praised with a gentle caress over your bum. The cold lube coating his cock dribbled down and mixed with your warm arousal in a lewd concoction. You moaned when Suguru pulled back all the way back to his tip before slowly sinking his length inside. 

“Such a tight, perfect ass,” he grunted as he began to thrust into your clenching hole. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you keened and ducked your head into your arms. Suguru groaned as he slid his hand beneath your belly again, his rough fingertips expertly gliding over your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“You like it when I play with your clit like this, hm baby?” Suguru lilted as he began to lather your bud with your sweet juices. You moaned and wiggled your hips as the bed softly creaked beneath his eager thrusts. 

“Y-Yes!” you cried out as an intoxicating pleasure rippled through your core. Your breasts pressed against your wrinkled sheets as he angled his hips and hit even deeper inside you. A lump swelled in your throat as your lover gently pinched your clit accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. 

“God, you drive me wild,” Suguru groaned as he snapped his hips forward. Your jaw went slack as you felt his dick twitch inside you, your head spinning with every rock of his sharp hips. The slick ‘plaps’ of your bodies colliding filtered through the darkness, the bed frame groaning even louder as Suguru panted behind you.

“Does that feel good right there, baby girl?” he grunts as he pressed his hand over your stomach. Your thighs trembled as you nodded. “Mmm good,” Suguru groaned as he railed into you.

“Please fill me up, ‘guru,” you moaned and arched your back. His thrusts stuttered for a brief moment as his breath hitched. 

“Fuck,” your lover hissed between gritted teeth. Your breath was punched out of your lungs when Suguru grabbed both of your hips and shoved your ass towards him. Your asscheeks clapped as he pounded into your raw hole, your insides sucking him deeper with every thrust. Your pussy walls clenched and fluttered around nothing as you felt yourself start to careen towards the edge of your release.

“S-Suguru,” you mewled and turned your head to the side, your eyes half-lidded and glassy. You shivered as the ends of his raven-black hair tickled your sides. A loud moan tumbled from your lips as the muscles in your lower belly tensed to the point of snapping.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Suguru sucked in a sharp breath, his heavy balls slapping against your puffy clit. 

“Please, please, please please,” you whimpered as you threw your ass back. You whined when he wrapped his hand around your locks and tugged gently, the slight sting of your scalp only making the knot in your lower belly grow deliciously tighter. You wrinkled your nose as Suguru slowed his thrusts, his dark eyes trained on your shivering form. 

“Say my name, baby. Say it and I’ll let you cum,” he said, the corners of his mouth curved up in a wry smirk. You pouted and flared your nostrils. 

“P-Please let me cum, Suguru,” you moaned and swayed your hips side to side. You yelped when he tugged on your hair again. 

“Louder,” he rasped, the slight tremble in his voice letting you know he’s just as close as you are. You swallowed thickly as your body glowed with pleasure.

“Please let me cum, Suguru!” you moaned loudly. You gasped when his hand immediately left your hair and glued itself back to your hip. A thick trail of drool stained your pillow as Suguru grabbed your hips and pounded into your ass again.

“There’s my good little slut,” he chuckled as he slapped your ass. Your eyes watered as the pressure in your lower body grew more and more pleasurable with every drag of his thick length. 

“Oh my God,” you whined before you threw your head back. Your orgasm quickly crashed over you, your vision blurred with white as the gummy walls of your cunt fluttered incessantly. 

“S-Suguru,” you panted as your head spun. Your holes puckered as your body glowed and trembled with pure bliss. Your toes curled when you felt him sheath himself all the way inside you. 

“F-Fuck, (Y/N)!” Suguru groaned as he slammed you down on his shaft. A small cry rose from your throat as his cock throbbed inside your ass, filling your insides with thick, heavy ropes of his seed. You keened beneath him as he squeezed your waist, his cock throbbing and twitching as he painted your insides a creamy white. You shook as your breathing began to even, your body completely spent and drifting in a haze of ecstasy. 

Suguru grunted as he, his length beginning to soften inside your tight canal. You squealed when he slowly pulled out with a wet squelch, his flaccid cock resting against your slick backside. You moaned softly as he leaned over and kissed your upper back, his soft, warm lips lingering over your glistening skin. 

“Good girl,” Suguru whispered lowly. ————

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[fushic0re]

𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢 𝘅 𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — it’s nanako and mimiko’s first christmas, and suguru wants to make it special by dressing up as santa claus. chaos ensues when they catch their mom kissing santa. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. smut; penetrative sex, quickie, dirty talk. 

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

YOU DO YOUR BEST TO silence your giggles as you adjust the red velvet hat with white fur trim on Suguru’s head. 

With how exhilarated Nanako and Mimiko were for Santa’s arrival, it was not out of the realm of possibilities that they would come toddling out of their room and scope out the scene at any given moment—you both had to work quickly. It was the twins’ first ever Christmas at the tender age of five years old. That fact deeply saddened you and Suguru, unable to forgive the monsters in that village who harmed them so heartlessly. 

But it was not too late. They were still young with full fledged childhoods in front of them; childhoods that you and Suguru would do your damnest to fill with joy, laughter, love, and…fake Santa until they were too old for him. 

“Oh come on, Mrs. Claus. Just one little kiss.” Suguru purrs, his large hands slowly pulling your panties to the side as he kisses your neck. 

“I cannot take you seriously with this whole get up on. You look ridiculo–”

Your words were cut off by the tip of his member breaching your entrance, slowly sliding in as his girth stretched your walls deliciously. A sharp gasp escapes from your lips before you hurriedly cover your mouth with your hands. Your fiance chuckles deeply in your ear, punctuating his sentence with a low grunt as he sheaths himself in you to the hilt. 

“Please don’t argue with me like you aren’t always wet for me.” Suguru teases, stilling for a moment before slowly pumping his hips. 

You do not even have the effort to retort, only turning your head over your shoulder to smash your lips against his in an effort to keep yourself quiet. The kiss is heated and sloppy at best, a stark contrast to Suguru’s usual languid and sensuous kisses. Neither of you cared. If there was one thing you learned about becoming unexpected parents to twin girls, it was that if the opportunity presented itself…you needed to take it. Your lips are glued together as Suguru’s hips thrust with precision and control, maintaining slow and deep strokes that leave you gripping the edge of the couch so tight your knuckles turn white. The two of you are in your own little world before a loud gasp causes both of your heads to snap away from each other. 

“Mama! What are you doing?!” Nanako shrieks, stomping her tiny feet on the floor. 

For once in your life, you are speechless. Your mouth hangs agape as you hastily pull your pajama bottoms back up. Nothing but stutters leave your mouth, but luckily, Suguru is already in character like he was born to be Santa Claus. At lightning speed, he is situated himself in the full white beard…and pulled his pants up.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! You little ones weren’t supposed to see Santa, you should be in bed!” Suguru joyfully speaks in a typical Santa-like fashion. “You must be Nanako and Mimiko!”

If you were not so stunned, you would have a hard time trying not to laugh. 

Mimiko smiles shyly, taking her sister’s hand and hiding behind her slightly. 

“Yea…” She says cutely, watching the man she thought was Santa with wide awestruck eyes. 

Nanako is not as impressed. Her doe eyes narrow into slits.

“Why were you kissing our mama, Santa Claus? She’s married, ya know? Our daddy will beat you up.” 

Suguru snorts quietly from behind you, clearly amused by the older twin’s antics. Nanako was always the more outspoken between the two of them. At least he knew his little girl was a ride or die. 

“Santa was just making sure that your mother was feeling the Christmas spirit!” 

You sigh deeply, hitting your head against the couch repeatedly. Could he have come up with a better answer? With another exasperated sigh, you sit up and stand up from the couch, kneeling in front of your sleepy girls. 

“Aren’t you girls excited? Santa came to our house after all.” You say softly, cupping their cheeks. 

Mimiko immediately nuzzles her face against your palm. Nananko places her hand on your wrist, glaring at the imposter Santa over your shoulder. 

“...our presents better be good.”

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[lost-in-tokyo]

Good Morning

Pairing: Suguru geto x fem!reader

Word count: 1,6k

Synopsis: Only one thing would make you happy when waking up early: seeing Geto Suguru by your side. (smut / nsfw / fluff)

Warnings: Lazy morning sex, unprotected sex, soft dom!Geto, established relationship, Geto is very sweet, creampie, consumption of cigarettes.

Light kisses being pressed from your neck to the side of your mouth made your eyes open. Laziness overtook your body as you watched the shy rays of sun entering through your bedroom’s curtains. Checking the alarm on your bedside table, you see it was little past 6 in the morning. The sun was slowly appearing, spreading a yellowish tone on your white walls. 

Your back was pressed against his warm chest, his arms firmly around your waist as he whispered “Good morning, beautiful.” in your ear. His voice, husky from having just woken up.

Mornings were your favorite part of the day since you moved in with Geto. He’d always wake up early in the morning with his light kisses, join you in for shower and then make you something delicious for breakfast along with his strong black coffee. 

“Good morning, baby.” Your voice a little above a whisper as you turned around to peck his lips. 

Stretching yourself as much as you could in his hold you check the time again. “Why did we wake up so early?”

He smiled at you, it’s no wonder why you don’t remember, he told you about his plans when you were half asleep already. He bets you didn’t register half of what he said to you the night before.

“I have to leave for a mission, remember, angel?”

Loosing his arms from around your waist he sat on the bed, his back against the beige headboard. He stretched his arm, picking up a cigarette and his silver lighter from the night table.

“Oh, I forgot about it. When are you leaving?” You rubbed your eyes, trying to take the sleepiness out of them. 

“In an hour. But I don’t think I’ll be there for too long, just two or three days.” Litting up his cigarette and taking a long drag, you watched as its smoke wandered around the bedroom, mixing with the sun rays.

The smell of it instantly made you feel more relaxed than you already were. It’s funny how you used to hate Geto’s habit of smoking, but with time, ended up associating the smell of it with his cologne, a scent you could only describe as home.

You stretched yourself one more time, before covering your naked body with the white silk sheets and sitting on his lap, straddling his waist.

Geto took the cigarette in his fingers, offering it to you, which you took, taking a long drag of it while staring into his eyes. His dark orbs were fixed on your lips, watching as the gray smoke passed by them. 

“You know, you’re beautiful when you're sleeping.” He bluntly stated, eyes coming up to meet yours as he took a lock of your hair and started playing with it around his fingers.

“Just when I’m sleeping?” You joked, a smirk on your lips.

“You’re beautiful all the time. But you already know that.” One of his hands rested on your hips and the other took the cig you were offering back to his lips. His hair was down, a little messy from the pillows, his foxy eyes more narrowed than usual due to his sleepiness.  

It was true, you knew you were beautiful. It’s not as if Geto had left any space for you to question that. The brunette was always finding a way to show you how beautiful you were to him, with his words, his lips, his touches and his thrusts. One action more in love than the other. Geto worshiped you, you were his favorite thing about being alive.

“If you keep spoiling me like this I'll get used to it!” You warned, still smirking as your hands rested on his broad shoulders, feeling his warm skin beneath your delicate fingers. 

“You should be used to it already.” He smiled, placing the rest of the cig on the ashtray before leaning in and connecting your lips.

His mouth was warm, asking for entrance as he gently tugged at your bottom lip, which you gladly conceived. He tasted like cigarettes and toothpaste as his tongue traveled through your mouth, visiting the same places he always did, knowing your entire body, almost as if he had a map of yourself on his mind.

The sweet kiss soon started to heat up. Both his hands grabbed on your hips tightly, guiding your movements so that you could grind on him. The contact of your clothed sex on his being enough to make a gasp leave your wet lips. 

Suddenly Geto flipped you over, hovering over you, his mouth finding yours again before he started trailing down with his wet kisses. Stopping at your breasts he removed the sheets completely from you, sucking and biting on your right nipple as his fingers worked on your left one. 

Little moans and whispers of his name could be heard as soon as his other hand found your core again. His skilled fingers found your clit and applied circular motions on it. Your fingers found his long hair, tugging at it, making a growl leave his throat.

“So pretty.” He mumbled against your breast before moving his kisses south, slowly making his way to where you wanted him the most. 

Suguru’s tongue met your wet slit, slowly licking it from bottom to the top. A gasp left your lips as you closed your eyes, waiting for his skilled tongue to take care of your pleasure. When his tongue met your core again it was slow, sensual, averting between your needy clit and your clenching hole, invading it so deliciously you couldn’t hold back a moan of his name.

The lewd sounds made by him filled the room, his nose as touching your bud as his tongue savored every part of your insides, going deep before pulling completely out to lick at your clit again. 

It was becoming too much, your vision started to get blurry, and you knew you’d be over soon. 

“Sugu… gonna cum.” You warned, hands finding shelter on his black strands, pulling his head even closer to your core than before. 

Focusing entirely on your nub, he used two of his fingers to invade you, reaching deeper than your own fingers would ever reach. A high pitched moan left your lips as your toes curled and your legs started to shake, the knot formed in your belly ripped and your orgasm washed over you, coating Geto’s chin with your juices.

You were still panting when he left his position in between your legs, licking his lips before kissing you fervently, his tongue invading your mouth, making you taste yourself on him. 

“Gonna be a good girl for me now, right?” His whisper hit your ear as one of his hands used his member to collect some of your juices from between your folds.

“Yes, Sir.” You nodded quickly, watching as a smirk formed on his lips.

He slowly pushed his cock inside of you, your eyes fluttering shut at how full you suddenly felt. Suguru kissed you as he started to rock his hips, settling at a fast pace making lewd moans to leave your body at the feeling of his shaft working deeper inside you and stretching you out, until you could feel him hitting the entrance of your womb.

“Always so tight, angel.” He moaned into your mouth.

You didn’t know, but Geto was savoring the way you felt as you squeezed him, the way you tasted, how soft your lips were, trying to memorize everything. After all, he’d be gone for a couple of days and he wanted to remember all the details when he was far from you.

The brunette pulled away from you, sliding out before rolling you over and pulling your hips up. He sunk back into your slick with heavy curses flying from his mouth. You mewled as he pressed his chest to your back, his lips brushing where your shoulder met your neck. He reached even further than before, his cock kissing your cervix with each stroke, eliciting soft moans from you every time.

You groaned as he pushed deep inside, rutting into your tight hole as he turned your head to once again kiss you. Your broken moans filled his mouth, spurring him on as he bullied you from behind. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet cunt was all he could hear besides you, pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust. 

A loud moan of his name cut the air in the bedroom, alerting him of another orgasm that was about to come.

“Together, angel, together.”

You complied to his request, holding yourself as much as you could, feeling his thrusts become sloppy and faster than before, making you see white and your hands grab the sheets beneath you. 

“Suguru!” You couldn’t hold anymore, you felt as if your mind was clouded and you could think of nothing but Suguru Geto.

“Cum for me baby! Now!”

And you did, the two of you reaching your climaxes together, Geto spilling all his seed deep inside of you, making you full before collapsing on the mattress as you panted, slowly riding out of your climaxes. Sweaty bodies glued to each other as you felt Geto remove his dick from inside of you, making a small gasp cover your lips.

“You did so good for me, baby. So good.” His lips touched your shoulder before trailing a line on your back, pressing sweet kisses against your skin.

“Love you, Sugu.” You mumbled, too tired to say it out loud.

“Love you too, angel.” He got up from on top of you, allowing yourself to move around and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer for a sweet kiss. 

“Wanna join me for shower?” His raspy voice hit your ears, making you smile against his lips.

“Sure thing.”

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[redskull199987]

Goodbye Suguru

Geto Suguru x fem!reader Word count:2.1k Warnings:Major injuries, blood loss, swearing, angst at the end, but some fluff in between Summary: You didn´t see Suguru since he left you and your friends on that fateful day after Riko´s death. But when you and Satoru take in a new student, he suddenly seems to be interested again…

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Your heart was beating at an ungodly speed, your breath was going fast and your limbs hurt from exorcising so many cursed spirits. But you had to make it in time, you just had to. Satoru was too busy, you knew he wouldn't make it back to Jujutsu Tech in time. 

But you could make it.

You just hoped that your students would be alright. That they would be alive. You knew what Suguru was capable of and he wouldn't hesitate to kill kids, especially someone like Maki who was born without cursed energy.  

Your train of thoughts came to a sudden halt as you finally reached the familiar school grounds. You didn't even have to enter, as you already saw the damage from outside. Huge parts of the main buildings were entirely destroyed. But you could only guess  whose deeds  these were.

You quickly made your way towards a nearby alley, which was a shortcut to the main site. To say that you were surprised by who you met there, would be an understatement. 

"You're late.”, Suguru said,”Even though I didn't expect you here, Y/N.”

You didn't say anything, too busy staring at him, or rather the right side of his body. You saw that his arm had been blown off, which gave you a little bit of Hope that at least Yuta would be alive. 

“To think you'd be the one here at my end.”, he continued without waiting for an answer,”Is my family safe?” You were a bit taken aback by his question, but answered nonetheless:”Everyone of them managed to escape. The ones in Kyoto were under your orders too, right?”

Suguru only smiled at you, leaning further into the wall he was sitting against:”Yeah, unlike you, I'm a kind Person.” You could only scoff at his words, choosing not to answer him.

”You and Satoru sent those two assuming that I`d defeat them, didn't you? To set Okkotsu off”, Suguru finally asked.

You sighed:”We…I trusted you. Trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn't kill off young sorcerers without a reason.”

“Trust, huh?”, he grinned,” I didn't think I still had any of that left.”

His words almost made you tear up. Even though you put on a tough demeanor in front of him, it still pained you to see him like this. Only a shell of the man he once was. The man you once loved.

Upon hearing your silence, Suguru lifted his remaining arm and threw a card at you:”Return this for me, will you?” You briefly looked at it and realized that it was Yuta´s student ID card. “Was the elementary school your doing too?”, you asked quietly, finally connecting all the dots in your head.

“Yeah.”, Suguru mumbled, not seeming to care about the children that he put in danger. 

“I can't believe you.”, you hissed under your breath,”Do you have any last words?”

You were bluffing. Both you and Suguru knew that you couldn't kill him. For once you had used up too much of your cursed energy in the fight at Shinjuku and secondly, you knew that you could never work up the courage to kill the man you once loved, maybe still did. 

Nevertheless, Suguru decided to answer like you were in fact about to kill him:”No matter what anyone says, I hate those monkeys. But I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High. I just couldn´t wear a heartfelt smile in this world.” 

You only looked at him for a couple of seconds before deciding on your answer. You took a few steps forward, kneeling in front of him. You trusted that he wouldn't try to harm you in any way. That at least a small part of him that loved you, was still there.

“Suguru.”, you finally said. A newfound calmness in your voice, that even surprised the man in front of you. His head shot up, his big eyes looking at you expectantly. But you only smiled at him, raising your hand to softly caress his face. Suguru breathed in deeply before finally leaning into your touch.

“Like old times, eh?”, he asked, now also smiling. “Oh, Su. I wish it was. Believe me, I do.”, you mumbled, the smile on your face fading,”You remember the day where you kissed me for the first time?”

“As clear as day.”, he immediately answered. 

You thought it would be easy. You always did. After all, you had Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru at your side. Apart from your own skills as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. If you even added Shoko Ieiri to the picture, you were basically unstoppable. But unfortunately, you were rarely sent in groups of four, so you were stuck with the two men at an abandoned Villa right now. 

More specifically, you ended up leaning against a wall, with a massive hole in your chest, trying not to bleed out. It was only now that you realized how smart this cursed spirit was. It had forced you to split up from each other and with the help of a partly executed domain expansion, it was able to lure you deeper into it´s trap, until it had worn you out enough to land a fateful blow on you.At this point, you could only hope that Suguru and Satoru were alright. You were almost sure that Satoru was already on his way to find you and Suguru. His technique made him almost invincible. 

“Ah…fuck.”, you mumbled, as you came to a sudden halt. Your vision was getting blurry and you weren't sure if you could keep walking forward. Looking back, you saw the dark red splotches of Blood you had left behind on the floor and wall.You tried to pull yourself together to keep going forward. You had already tried to conduct cursed energy towards your wound, to keep it from bleeding too much. But you were already on edge, your cursed energy was about to run out and the fact that you were on the verge of dying didn't make anything better. 

"Y/N?! Are you there!?”

Your head shot up, upon hearing Suguru´s voice. A small spark of hope bloomed inside of you, causing your body to start moving again. You slowly stepped forward again, trying to reach the hall that was laying in front of you.

“Su-Suguru?!”, you tried to yell, but immediately doubled over in pain.“Y/N? Where are you?”, you heard him ask again. 

You continued to stumble forward, until your legs finally gave in. With a thud you landed on the wooden floor. The impact knocking the air out of your lungs. A few coughs left your lips, as you tried to push yourself up again, but it was useless. If Suguru or Satoru couldn´t find you, you would die at this place.

“Y/N!!”

You looked up and there he was. The boy you were madly in love with, but were too shy to ever tell him.

“Su…”, you mumbled, paying the nickname no further thought, as he sprinted over to you.  Without hesitation, Suguru lifted your head onto his lap, pulling your body closer to his.

“What did you get yourself into again, Y/N?”, he mumbled, as he put his hand on top of your wound. You gasped, as you felt how he sent cursed energy through your body, helping you to deal with the blood loss.

“I knew that you'd come and save me”, you smiled,”My knight in shining armor.”

You saw how Suguru´s cheeks slightly reddened, as he glanced away for a second, probably scanning the room for any cursed spirits.

“That would probably be Satoru, don´t you think?”, he finally said, looking back down at you.

“No.”, you said, without thinking,”It's always been you, Su.”

Suguru´s eyes widened as he realized what you meant, but it was too late. He didn't have time to answer, as you already slipped into Unconsciousness.

“No! Y/N!? Wake up! Come on, you have to stay awake for me!!”, was all that Satoru heard, as he finally found Suguru, holding your unconscious body.

It took you longer to wake up than Suguru could handle. He was at your side day and night. Basically neglecting himself entirely. So, naturally, you had to wake up after Shoko sent him away to get a shower and a proper night of sleep. 

He made his way to you, almost instantly after Satoru scrambled into his room to tell him the good news. The white haired man had of course talked with you before. Obviously making sure you were okay, you were one of his closest friends after all. But he also told you how Suguru had acted after you lost your Consciousness. The way he never left your side, until Shoko had kicked him out of your room.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”, was the first thing Suguru said upon entering your room. You were sitting on your bed, eying him carefully. He didn't wear his uniform, but instead was clothed into a black jumper and sweatpants. His hair was slightly disheveled but apart from that, it looked like it always did. The most obvious thing were the dark circles under his eyes that betrayed him. 

“I'm alright.”, you finally said,”Thank you for saving me, Suguru.”

He visibly relaxed at your words, as he finally walked over to you, sitting down on the bed next to your smaller form.

“You scared the shit out of me.”, he admitted, after a few seconds of silence.

“I´m sorry.”, you mumbled, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

You felt how Suguru carefully put his arm around you:”Don't be. You're alive, that's all that matters.”

“I…I have to tell you something.”, you stuttered, looking up at him. His brown eyes lingered on you lovingly.

“It´s okay.”, he smiled,”I know, my love.”

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, as he softly grasped your face, caressing your cheek lovingly. You felt the warmth of his body next to you, his shallow breath on your skin and you swore, you could almost hear his heart beating as loud as your own.

“Can I kiss you?”, he finally asked, his gaze shifting from your eyes towards your lips.

“Please.”, you said, before his lips collided with yours. The kiss was sweet and short, but emotional. You could feel how relieved Suguru was to have you back. That you were alive and breathing. 

“I'm never going to let anything happen to you again.”, he mumbled against your lips, after you parted. A small smile made its way onto your face:”Same goes for you.”

He chuckled at your words. You never talked about it, but you knew that he was by far

stronger than you.

Instead of saying anything, Suguru chose to simply kiss you again.

“It could be like that again.”, Suguru mumbled, putting his hand on top of yours,”Just you and me against the rest of the world.”

“You know it will never be like that again.”, you mumbled,”Not after what you did.”

“Please my love”, he begged, squeezing your hand,”After everything I did in my life, leaving you behind is the only thing I regret.”

“I know, Su.”, you said, trying to keep your emotions at bay,”But I can never join you. I could never help you do such cruel things.”

A short silence came up between you two, before you decided on your next words.

“My eyes see Suguru Geto in front of me. But my heart knows that he is not the Man I once loved.”

You watched as a sad smile formed on Suguru´s face, as his hand, that was previously holding yours, fell to the ground. “Then allow me to ask you for one last thing.”, he muttered, his eyes focused on the ground.

You only nodded, awaiting his request.

“Please, my love. Allow me to kiss you one last time, before we part ways forever.”, he quietly asked.

This time, you couldn't help the tears that rolled down your face, as you leaned forward to connect your lips with his. You tasted blood on him, a sign that he was severely hit this time. But you also felt his passion. He knew that this was the end, so he poured everything he had into this one last kiss.And so did you.

And then the moment ended.

You parted from him and immediately rose back to your feet again. You looked down on him one last time, before you turned around to find your students.

“Goodbye, Suguru.”

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born sinner (part two)

pairing: crime boss!suguru geto x fem!surgeon!reader series content: blood, gore, realistic descriptions of surgery but like as accurate as someone with access to google has, angst, slow-burn, eventual smut, anxiety as a heavy theme, no curses!au, violence, guns, gang mentions and typical violence, religious imagery, etc. wc: 10.7k a/n: i hated how this part turned out but please please please remember this is from the lovely @antizenin's big beautiful brain! part one // finale

“wake up, ebi.” you hear a low rasp in your dreams, making you jolt awake in bed and look around to make sure that you were actually alone. you rake your hands over your face and glance at your old desktop clock, glowing digital numbers telling you that it’s 4:35am. goosebumps prickle over your body—likely from the cool air circulating through the window, not from sultry whisper that roused you in the first place. you groan with annoyance. your body is used to waking up around this time for morning rounds, but now you have nothing to do but toy to go back to sleep or wonder how your yakuza patient was doing. it’s been a week since your backdoor surgery—since you saved him.. somehow, you can’t shake the man from your thoughts. you tell yourself it’s because he gave you a rush you thought you’d never experience after they took your license away, but the way his dark feline eyes flash into your mind tells you it must be something different. he was handsome, that was impossible to dispute, and utterly pointless as well since you wouldn’t be seeing him again. and that shouldn’t provoke you to frown in these early morning hours. you have bigger problems now, and he’s a dangerous man. he made that clear.

you pull out your phone to do your series of checks, firstly checking to see how much money you still have locked away in savings…which is hardly enough to last three months. your house is lavish, an expense you did not spare compared to your reasonable minivan. you enjoyed your large stand-alone frame on several acres close to your busy city. you enjoyed all the expensive art and decor you’ve spent years collecting—the idea of only having three more months of that made your chest tighten with fear. you’ve fought for an education–a lifestyle that ensured you’d never feel less than again, and now you’re going to lose it all. if you get one more email about “deciding you aren’t the best fit for the job” again, you might just find the mysterious yakuza man yourself and ask him to blow your brains out to spare you the trouble and embarrassment. the only jobs that had accepted you were too low in salary, and much more expensive to your pride. you didn’t know what to do anymore. you can’t even get out of bed for hours, paralyzed with anxiety. when was the last time you took your—you sat up quickly to grab the bottle only to find it empty and due for a refill as of three days ago. the realization only makes you laugh humorlessly before you sigh heavily, hating yourself for not being able to manage this any better. 

once you finally pull yourself out of your hiding place located far beneath the covers, you drag yourself to shower. the least you can do is try to stick to a normal routine so that you can transition into another job as soon as possible. while in the shower, you can’t help but think about him again. you hope he went to another hospital to have your work checked, but since you now know his occupation, you know better than to think he would seek help. that only worries you more, hoping beyond hope that the hazardous stranger was still holding strong with the dinner-table-grafts you installed  keeping his blood vessels from leaking out. you hope that he put ointment on his road rash, you hope that he kept his hand elevated—you just hope he’s alright—and then you wonder why your mind will only let you worry about your own future and that of this random stranger who threatened to murder you. well. have you murdered.

your brain goes on autopilot—guiding you to wash your hair and body without your mind ever deriving from the man. he should not have even been moving around that early—you were going to help him recover! you could have made sure he was alright—and now all you can hope for is that he’s with friends who care for him and will make him rest. 

“you should be resting.” satoru pouts, angrily watching his best friend grunt and groan in pain as he moves to dress himself. “you shouldn’t push yourself like this.” 

“you should stop mothering. i’m fine. we have business to attend to.” he silences him with the harsh bluntness in his tone, casting a challenging look over his shoulder for good measure. his body burns with pain, beads of sweat brimmed at his hairline and his body shook on occasion, but he had refused pain medicine. he wanted to remember this agony. he wanted it to be unforgettable—every ache that panged through his body when he tried to stretch, the absolute torture that consumed him head to toe when he took too deep a breath—it motivates him. he’ll find toji and sukuna and end them both for not finishing their job. that’s why he attempts to hastily fasten each button on his white dress shirt, but his unsteady fingers keep messing him up. 

“let me mother you some more then, geez.” satoru rolls his eyes, unafraid of suguru’s snappy nature. he knows his friend is stressed and in pain—he’s honestly just grateful he’s alive, but he wants him to stay that way. he takes a few long strides to bend at the waist and button his shirt for him. suguru sighs and rolls his eyes, but relents anyway. his abdomen throbs from the struggling, so this was a nice reprieve. satoru thinks about how he’s never seen suguru accept his help so willingly. he may want to kill toji even worse than suguru does. “now say thank you mommy!” he chuckles as he threads the last button.

suguru just gives him the faintest of smiles. gojo was annoying and the biggest pain in his ass because of his joking nature, but he can’t deny that that’s why he keeps him around to begin with. besides, suguru’s pretty sure the only person that truly loves him at this point is satoru. 

“you really want to go all the way back out there?” satoru asks, pushing up his signature black sunglasses. he goes ahead and fastens the chest holster on his boss without asking—meh, he’d be shocked to be punished for it. he clicks the safety on suguru’s kimber and tucks it into the leather holster that rested across his sutures. he doesn’t miss the way suguru grimaces and closes his eyes—almost as if he’s willing off the pain. the gun feels heavy on his chest, but he nods, albeit very slowly. 

“yes. have choso bring the car.” he says, reaching for his coat. satoru rolls his eyes at his stubbornness and snatches the dark coat from him. 

“this better be worth it…whatever it is.” he huffs, helping him shrug it on before he left the room to undoubtedly fetch choso and the new s-class mercedes–more sporty and less bulky than the dearly separated bronco, but just as bulletproof. 

suguru sighed in the moment of quiet he had. he thought about you, and if this was a good decision to make considering how kind you’ve been to him. your gentle eyes and delicious home-cooked food, small trembling hands that steadied to save his life and enough nerve to offer to help him even though you knew what he is. you’ve given him a second chance. he can get his revenge and accomplish his mission all because a drunken girl found him in the alley and happened to be a heart surgeon. 

he hasn’t traveled anywhere since he’d returned to his home, falling over on the couch as soon as he’d made it past his threshold. he’s not quite sure how he even made it back. he remembers satoru and choso’s concerned anguished yelling, debating whether or not to take him to the hospital. he can hear satoru crying because he didn’t go with him–choso’s stunned disbelief over it all. he mumbled that he would be alright, that an angel had saved him, and then he passed out. the next few days were a blur of coming in and out of consciousness, the pain too much for him to bear while awake. he supposes it’s only natural for satoru to worry so much now.

the door creaks open again, revealing the said worried friend who looks him over once or twice, white brows permanently furrowed into a grimace. “car’s ready. are you?”

after the shower went cold, you crawled out of the water with a heavy sigh and pushed yourself through your hair and skin routine. it was the closest thing to normal that you had and you needed to cling to it. then you get dressed and force yourself downstairs to your kitchen—coaching yourself into making breakfast. just a simple tomato egg and rice, but enough to keep you fulfilled while you checked your emails. nothing. nothing but low-rate/too simple jobs that would have you braindead in weeks. if you couldn’t get satisfaction or the amount of money you need to survive, what was the point?

suddenly, your breakfast didn’t seem very appetizing anymore. you push your plate away and call in your refill at your pharmacy down the street, feeling a little successful once you’ve scheduled your pickup. your brain even rewards you with a brief bout of silence for once—but there’s a knock at the door that rips that away. 

you push your heavy cherry oak chair back from the matching table, bare feet pitter-pattering  over a similar material hardwood floor. your thoughts race. maybe it’s one of your friends who had abandoned you since you left the hospital coming to apologize. maybe it was that trashy ex of yours finally coming to pick up his stuff—though you’d have to let him know he was short a few articles of clothing. what you do not expect was for you open up the door to reveal the yakuza man—tall, dark, and in all his intimidating glory. his color was better, and the scrapes on his face had started to heal nicely. but he wasn’t alone, two other just as scary men stand on either side of him. they must think you’re a dangerous loose end—he did say he would kill you if he found out you lied—but you never did? you think the worst immediately, sad and pathetic little life flashing before your very eyes. 

“oh no, no—please don’t kill me! i swear i didn’t tell anyone–” 

“oh hush, we’re not here to kill you.” he rolls his eyes at your pleas before narrowing them at the sight of tears in yours. he wasn’t that heartless, you had saved his life. there was little you could do that would have him resorting to killing you, though keeping that little tidbit of information close to his chest for now was the best option. “i want you to work for me.” 

you feel the blood drain from your face. you can’t work for him! he’s a bad man, who works with bad people. you’ll be saving bad people so they can go out and do bad things–

“it’s not all that you think it is. you would be handsomely compensated and well protected by some of my best men. you would simply want for nothing that i couldn’t give you the same day.”

“no, no, i couldn’t. really, i…i’m not cut out for it.” you shake your head, eyeing the three men. the other two stare at you like they’re surprised to see you, but the yakuza man smiles down at you with amusement despite your rejection and the tremendous amount of pain he must still be in. “i–i don’t even know your name.” 

“geto suguru, and i think you’re precisely cut out for it, ebi.” he hums, looking around your large living room with what he can see over your shoulder. “i’ve done my research on you. you were a top rated cardiothoracic surgeon. you even studied neurology and general surgery for a year each before you settled on your specialty. and you just got fired for anxiety attacks, so it seems you’re in need of a new position.” he removes his hands from his pockets to bow to you, and his companions exchange a look of confusion before they do the same. “take it as a sign of my gratitude. you can name your price, and i will shield you from any trouble.” 

you bite on your lip. his offer is tempting considering the lack of success you’ve been having this week. but it’s highly illegal dirty money. you can’t give him an answer immediately, not with three pairs of eyes staring at you in wait. “i…need time to think about it.” 

“excellent.” his dark eyes glimmer as if you’ve said yes, and he nods. “i’ll give you the week. here.” he slides a card in between his fingers, name and number printed neatly on the thick stock. you look between the information and his own seemingly gentle eyes. they weren’t as cold and angry as they had been when he woke up in your home, cornered and afraid. no, now he was in complete control. he had nothing to fear—especially from a girl like you. the warmth in them urges you to reach forward and take the card, to which he nods approvingly. “i hope to hear from you soon, doctor.” he grins, sticking a cigarette between his lips. 

“you really shouldn’t smoke like that–not while recovering.” you raise a brow, shaking your disapproving head. satoru starts to shake his head. how many times has he told suguru to cut back on the cigarettes? it never works. but to his shock, suguru pulls the cancer stick from his lips and tucks it back in his coat pocket, smirking at you. 

“thank you for the medical advice. next wednesday.” he reminds, tipping his head to you again before letting his men walk in front of him towards the nice car sitting in your driveway. it looked unnatural next to your old honda—but you suppose none of this is very organic. you saved the life of a yakuza boss—not just some henchman like you had assumed—and now he wants you to come and repeat your techniques on his lackeys injured in violence.

you think about the offer on the way to get your medicine later that day, and for nearly every second for the rest of the day after that. it makes you question everything. did you have morals anymore? was money the only thing that mattered to you? living comfortably was more valuable to you than the lives that would undoubtedly be harmed if you choose to call the yakuza man—now known under the luxuriously smooth name of geto suguru—at the end of these seven days. you knew the answer. you are a selfish surgeon, after all. 

it takes him a great effort to get through that little doorstep interaction with you without grimacing in pain. it’s an even greater effort to get back in the car—his chest wounds stretch impossibly tight as he tries to buckle himself in, and like any good friend, satoru won’t allow him to suffer. 

“you sure about this girl?” he asks him, eyes fixed on the task at hand. suguru finds the question ridiculous. he even screws up his face in slight disgust at his boldness. 

“of course i am. she saved my life.” he manages to stop the snarl in his voice before it starts. satoru clicks his belt in and sighs, dramatically falling back into his own seat beside him as choso operates the vehicle since the loss of ijichi in the car accident—another reason that toji and sukuna would be facing retribution at his hands. 

“yeah, you kinda said the same thing last time.” he grumbles a little, remembering his warning about their teacher. suguru bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping back a response. perhaps the pain had worn down his usual patience, but he was not of sound mind to be second-guessed today. 

“she’s harmless. i have a good…feeling about her.” he settles on instead, looking out at the rolling scenery passing by the tinted windows rather than meet satoru’s puzzled stare. suguru knew it was a rather ridiculous thing to say, ever the logician. but how could he explain that he thought you were the voice in his head that called to him to keep fighting? he wonders if that’s possible, to hear a voice he had never before—in his mind. and if it is, and if it is you that voice belongs to, there has to be some reason to that. he’s not a man that believes in coincidences, and that’s plenty logical in this line of work. his trust in one may have lead him to the brink of death, but perhaps it was the chance at rebirth; and your voice was his guide. he knew that would be insane to spout off with, so he dismisses satoru’s eyes burning holes in the back of his head. “i owe her my life. you should be grateful to her. she’ll likely save your life too.”

“if she agrees. if she doesn’t have some unknown ties we don’t know about or some secret training! i’m just sayin’. maybe it’s not the best idea to bring a stranger into the mix right now.”

“shut up,” he finally snaps, turning his head as quick as an owl, looking equally pissed. “i know what i’m doing. i appreciate your opinion, satoru. i do. i was wrong about toji, and i have to live with such regrets. but now you’re paranoid. the girl has chronic anxiety, she needs a job, and i owe her a favor. she is not some secret ninja nor sukuna’s plant. speaking of. get eyes on his latest movements and leave me alone for today.” he steels those void-like eyes of his, making satoru purse his lips out to the side. he nods, just hoping that suguru’s gut led him right this time. 

suguru does let satoru’s concern stick with him, though not in the way he expected. it was dangerous to subject you to the inner workings of his territory. it was dangerous to be fixated upon you, but he could not stop checking his phone to see if there had been word from you yet. he knew he was strong enough to protect you from anything unsavory. but perhaps you would reject his offer, and he would not know if you were the angel meant to save him for good. 

the card is heavy between your fingers. you twirl it between them, laying on your scratchy wool covered couch, high ceilings ascending to a high peak like you were attending church. you chewed on the fat part of your bottom lip, debating with yourself. the voices in your head weren’t nearly so kind. on one side, you feel pretty concretely about the situation. the only job offers demean you and ensure you have to move. your purpose in this life is to save others, and the time to play god was over. you can let him sort out who goes where when that time comes. you’re called to be a helper; and that was something to be proud of. the unknowns, however. considering what shape you found geto in, you wonder just how safe he can keep you, especially if he’s in need of a long-term surgeon. what would your working conditions be like? how easy will your conscious let you sleep with illegal money in your bank account?

you grab for your phone anyway. what is life without a little risk? you were nothing if you didn’t get to operate. all your dedication and hard work would go to waste if you didn’t take this last opportunity. you can sort out the details later! he’s given you long enough to think about it—if he really wanted, he could easily take you and make you do what he wanted anyway. at least there’s autonomy in this.

your hands still shake when you dial his number though. unfortunately, no matter how iron set in your ways you felt, your brain would still throw out second guesses. he picks up on the third ring and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. 

“ohayo ebi, i’ve been expecting you.” he hums, the baritone of his voice rumbling through your speaker. you wondered why he called you that of all things. he seemed respectful in every other instance, calling you doctor in almost all other conversations. 

“you think i’m a little shrimp?” you ask him—momentarily forgetting this was a business conversation. he chuckled once—you can tell it hurt him based on the cough of coverup that comes next. 

“in an endearing way, yes.” he replies unabashedly, tilting his chin closer to the receiver. he wanted to know if it made you blush, he wondered just how nervous you were just to talk to him. you seemed controlled enough that day, but his research indicates your anxiety was a lifelong issue, and truly he only wanted to ease it in the ways he can. “but i assume that since i’m hearing from you—”

“i want to know more. what kind of facilities will i have? what kind of schedule–if any?” you interrupt, feeling your face grow hot once you realized just how much you overstepped. 

“you’re so bold on the phone, little one. i will pick you up in an hour to tour the facilities since you’re curious. then you can sign some paperwork, and we’ll be partners.” he croons, you can tell he must be quite the businessman just from how easily the words glide from his lips. your heart nervously ticks a beat—but you’re not sure at what. the way he speaks to you, his easy agreement to show you around, or just his relief to hear from you at all. 

“i suppose…that will work, yes.” you decide slowly, hesitantly nodding as if he can see. he grins, nodding to choso to get the car warmed up. 

“wonderful. see you soon.” and the call disconnects not a second later. your rapidly beating heart slows in the momentary relief you have. you’ve made a decision, however regrettable it may be…you’ll find out later. but until then, you get to be a surgeon again!

your relaxation is short-lived, for your hammering heart reminds you that geto will be here in an hour to pick you up. what exactly did someone wear to become a yakuza doctor? you assume black is always a safe option, but you really weren’t familiar with their fashions. you weren’t happy with any of the outfits you picked, feeling none of them were right for the occasion. what occasion—you weren’t entirely sure, but you wanted to see geto’s fond smile again when he picked you up. you don’t want to think about the broader implications of that right now, entirely too focused on selecting the perfect ensemble. 

by some miracle, you’re ready when suguru knocks on your door. you’re dressed professionally, hair laid back and figure outlined in a black pencil skirt. your sensibly baggy sweater doesn’t distract him from thinking about the body underneath. he’s shameless. he admires the way you lean against your door and feign surprise to see him, unable to stop the amused grin from spreading his lips. 

“ah, there she is. my new doctor, thank you for the consideration.” he tilts his chin down to show gratitude. you just blink at him, eyeing the slow and calculated way he moves, no doubt from his wounds. your lips tighten into what you think is a smile of greeting, but he recognizes it as hesitance. you’re still quite weary, which was to be expected of anyone suddenly joining a life of crime—and considering your affinity for panic attacks, he’s actually quite impressed that your face doesn’t betray more of your worry. he imagines that you had to learn how to steel your face as a surgeon. how else would you earn trust from patients and your team if you looked as terrified as you felt? 

“of course, geto-san. thank you for the generous offer, even if i am still curious.” you step out onto your porch, shutting your door with a sense of finality. no more backing out. whatever doubts you were having would have to wait until you had time to ponder them later. the same black mercedes’ engine purrs softly in wait for you, tinted windows so dark you couldn’t possibly tell if there was anyone else inside of it. he extends his elbow–on his left side, the one that was unmarred in whatever accident that left him so brutally wounded. you look at him in wonder, slightly astonished by his chivalry, but you tuck your hand over his bicep and let him guide you to the car with only the slightest of panging in your chest. 

naturally, he opens your door for you too, and as much as your heart wants to flutter, it can only squeeze with the worry that he’s overexerting himself. he circles back to his side and slides in beside you—tan leather sparkling clean as if this was some rental. 

“you don’t take direction very well.” you comment, unsure what prompts you to be so forthright with the literal archangel of crime. perhaps it’s the fact he’s been nothing but kind since he’s been in his right mind—if he even is—but whatever motivates you almost always causes instant regret as soon as you speak. 

he only chuckles through his nose, no doubt to spare him the pain of actually laughing. “i will have you know, i haven’t enjoyed one cigarette since you last chastised me.” he hums, his voice was a regal sound, yet you still doubted the validity. 

“and how do i know that’s true?” you counter, your tone prompts choso to meet eyes with geto in the rearview mirror and you swallow, doubting your attitude yet again. 

he only smiles softly, fishing the pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket. he extends it to you. “the same pack from last week. isn’t that so?” 

you inspect it to find only one cigarette missing, humming in a reluctant agreement. it seems you weren’t the only one trying to impress. you give him a proud nod, maybe feeling your ego swell a little knowing that you have some sway over the yakuza boss’ habits. “it does appear so. you’ve also distracted from the point, which is your wounds are not yet healed. nowhere close, in fact. if you don’t get the rest your body requires, it will betray you.” you nod, knowing fatigue and infection are more dangerous than anything else at this point. 

he eyes you, lips slightly pursed. you mother him more than satoru. he goes to respond, but his subconscious recognizes the path the car winds along. instead of responding with the same sauciness he would give satoru, he only smiles, prompting you to look out of the dash. “welcome to the geto estate.” 

you stare ahead at the house, mouth dropping briefly. you clench your jaw shut quickly before he notices. your house was lovely and very expensive, large and manorly in all aspects. you had gorgeous vaulted ceilings and a highly decorated study. but it seemed like a cottage compared to this. there were several buildings across the acreage in front of you, for friends and family and his serving staff as well as his regular staff–each building more lavish than the next. his was clearly in the middle, paths of beautiful gardens with flowers you’ve never seen before paired with trees as large as small mountains, all leading to an elaborate dark brick-laid mansion that bustled with life. this was definitely not what you expected a mafia man to live in. 

“it’s…gorgeous.” you breathe out in soft admiration. his eyes flit over your features in satisfaction. if you enjoyed the outside, he hopes the inside would really seal the deal, especially the wing he’s dedicated just to you. 

“thank you, it’s been a long project of mine.” he shares, of course his latest addition was the miniature hospital off behind his main house in order to surprise you and keep the practice a secret for the time being. 

you blink at that revelation. “you designed all of this?” 

“with a lot of professional help, of course. they mostly…translated my ideas onto paper. it’s useful to have a unique floorplan with your own designs in this life. no one will know what i know, if you understand what i mean.” he nods, cutting his eyes back over to you before he scans the surroundings. that look sets your stomach to turning. 

he means that he has hiding spots and plans within these houses that no one but him and the designers and architects know about. he has safe rooms and corner passageways that would keep you safe in the event of an attack. you note that he is intelligent and thoughtful, things that may be of use later. you really had no idea what would and wouldn’t be useful anyway—but it made you feel better to try to gather information to your surprise, he pulls in one of the garages of his main house. 

“the entrance to your hospital is through my home, in order to control who goes in and out. that will keep you the safest.” he explains, seemingly reading the expression on your face. you have to fight the urge to smile. his thoughtfulness strikes again, and it does seem like he intends to keep you as safe as possible. it strangely puts you at ease.

“you aren’t messing around with security.” you nod curtly, eyeing the driver as he comes around to open your door for you. he’s young, slightly younger than the people he’s been carting around. for a fleeting moment, you wonder how he got tangled up in this lifestyle. it takes suguru some time to join you—balancing himself against the car until he catches his breath enough to continue. you could tell it was something that no one would comment on, so you would do the same. his men walk ahead of him to ensure he faces no obstacles in getting you to the “hospital” as he called it.

you do have to walk a short path through his house to get there, though. his ceilings are high and arched like a church, the floors a clean marble, no cracks in the foundation. everything is streamline and modern, only blacks and grays as far as a color scheme goes. it’s so spotless it hardly looks lived in—and you can’t help but gape at the view from the long windows, the pristine furniture, the ornate paneling above the fireplace—it’s all incredible, and he doesn’t mind to walk slower anyhow. in fact, he’s strangely intrigued to crawl along at this snail’s pace with you and let you gaze at his foyer and kitchen and living room. he’s nearly studying your surprise, feeling his stitches pull around his chest wound. or maybe it was his heart? he’s not certain, but he’s relieved that choso is guiding you through the winding hallways if for no other reason than that he can take his time in staring. 

the closer you get to your ward, the more…antsy he gets to see your reaction. he hopes it will fit any standards you may have conceived from walking through his house. it was a pretty last minute addition in any event, but he likes to think he has enough connections to assemble a starting point for you to be proud of. when choso throws the door open and reveals the large side building—your mouth actually drops. 

it was like an entire floor of the hospital. there was an x-ray and an mri machine and of course a ct scanner, carts and carts of medical equipment strewn outside each little room. you hoped you would never see all of these rooms full, but it was better to have the space on hand anyhow. the antiseptic stings your nose in the most comforting way, your blood rushes with adrenaline. you poke your head around to see blood bank stores and suture kits, breathing tubes, and iv bags all in a separate room—you’re practically racing around to see it all. it had only been two weeks since your departure from the hospital, but it had felt like lifetimes. this felt almost normal, and given his pattern of thoughtfulness, you can’t help but think it was intentional. 

“what do you think?” he asks, giving you that same reserved-but-amused grin. his head was cocked down with his eyebrow raised, seemingly eager to hear to your opinions. he has a certain arrogance in his features that you recognize as pride. surgeons have never been known for their humility, so you can appreciate his confidence, and his eagerness to hear your feedback. 

“it seems you did your research.” you comment, nodding. he sees the way you fight back a smile—and ultimately lose. it’s state of the art, he knows it is—he ordered it to be constructed this way. and he knows that this is the happiest he’s seen you look since he’s met you, and that that makes him feel a deep sense of refined peace that he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt before. your broad grin definitely evokes foreign feelings. 

it’s still surreal, you don’t think that will ever wear off. just a convenient string of events that have lead you to your own privately built and privately run hospital. the architect of bad luck carved your paths to intertwine—can you build that into something positive now? your job and whatever horrific accident that led you two to meet, did it change fate or was it fate? whatever guilt that had been hanging like stones in your gut lifted and you suddenly didn’t feel the ghosts of your own brain telling you that you’ll never be okay again. 

“i trust that the facilities meet your requirements?” he asks with a knowing smirk, good shoulder leaned against the cement wall. you notice that he keeps his injured hand tucked over the wounds on his chest, no doubt a method of soothing his own pain while trying to protect against any more of it. 

you nod quickly, and he understands that you truly are emotional to be in a place like this. you look at him with more softness and understanding than anyone’s ever gazed at him with before, and he finds himself nearly speechless. “it’s perfect. yes…it’s perfect.” you bite down on your lip, still processing the sheer size of the building. his eyes crinkle with the smile he gives you. 

“excellent. then should we discuss your salary? i saw what you were making with tokyo’s hospital. considering the nature and risk…let’s triple that.” he says, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. you were making a pretty lucrative sum as a highly valued star surgeon, it’s nearly impossible to process how much money you would be making at his proposal. he doesn’t allow you to argue with him about the figure either, “considering you’re not a native, i’m sure you’ve heard stories of the yakuza. i’m sure the stories only got more vicious once you began your stay, but know this: i am not what you’ve been told i am.” he says it casually enough, but you know that he’s sending you a message. “i don’t push drugs or kill innocents. i keep tokyo running, this side of the city depends on me. and now you’ll be working closely with me–privy to all my dealings and workings. so naturally there will be certain rules.” 

“rules?” you cock a brow, trying to gauge the difference in his body language. there were none, he’s just as relaxed and amused as he was moments ago witnessing your reaction to his lavish gift that shall keep on giving. he’s relaxed because he doesn’t consider you a threat. you would be a fool to mistake him as joking or unserious, he just doesn’t feel the need to be intimidating when you’re compliant enough. he does loose a chuckle through his nose at your tone, though. your face is so expressive, he can tell your mind wandered as soon as you heard the word. 

“yes, rules,” he nods, looking back to the boy that drove you two here. choso brings him a little stack of papers, bowing his head to his boss before retreating to the door he stood guard in front of, “and paperwork. nothing major on either end.” he hums, tilting his head side to side. “i hope you’ll read every word, but to paraphrase the rules outlined. you’re always on call. as you can imagine, i don’t hope to supply you with an endless stream of patients. you’ll make your money irregardless of surgeries performed. when we do need you, you will come. your phone doesn’t leave my hands while you’re here and unfortunately we will need to monitor your activity to an extent when you’re home. i can’t have you involving police or alerting anyone to my plans. though that has the chance to go away with time…i can trust you.” he smiles softly, pausing to remind himself that he is capable of it still, even in the midst of this revenge tour—compassion has not yet left him entirely. 

“of course anything you need will be supplied by me and you will have your own security detail outfitted for any time away from my estate. how does that sound?” he extends the contract to you, and despite thinking it was pretty ridiculous for him to create paperwork binding you to this agreement, you take the document from his hands as he offers it. your eyes rake over the words, confirming everything he just said and nothing more outlined in your rules, you nod. this would be a good thing.you would be safe and prosperous and happy here with him.  “good. just sign on the next page for me, darling.” he juts his chin out, prompting you to peel back the page. 

‘failure to cooperate could lead to punishment such as death.’ 

that line has your brows sneaking up to your hairline. he would kill you if you didn’t listen? of course. why did you flatter yourself? this is a business arrangement, it’s not as if he feels any obligation towards you in particular. you just so happened to stumble over him that night and needed a job while he needed a doctor to attend to his lackeys when they get hurt fighting for control of tokyo. right. 

“i hope you’re not having second thoughts?” he hums, despite it being a statement you can hear the question lurking beneath. satoru did warn that the clause was a bit intense. he couldn’t scare you off now, could he?

you shake your head and clear your throat, fishing a pen out of your purse and scrawling your name over the signature line. he takes the papers back smoothly, smiling that feline grin that leaves you wondering just exactly what you’ve agreed to despite your earlier understanding. the way he looks at you implies more, but you don’t want your brain to start reading between the lines or making mountains out of mole-hills. 

“i look forward to working with you, doctor. in fact, when should the stitches be removed?” he asks with that amused twinkle to his dark eyes, subconsciously itching at a particular spot that was irritating him. 

“well, considering that you never rested as ordered, they probably still need a day or two.” you reply with a sigh, failing to find the humor in his numerous wounds and just how close he was to dying. “do you know you would have died if you weren’t found within two minutes? if i had hit a red light on my way home—you would be dead instead of walking around trying to kill yourself, it seems.” you put your hands on your hips, more resembling an angry wife than an annoyed doctor. you are very intriguing to him and it’s a feeling he can’t shake, even with you chastising him. your anxiety didn’t keep you from borderline yelling—even after you read a potential death clause to your contract with a yakuza boss. but if he compliments you, you’ll clam up. you are so curious. 

“what even happened to you? you never told me.” you fold your arms over your chest and cock your head back at him with an inquisitive look that rivals his own. he thinks about the accident, and his heart aches like the wounds were sliced open again. the betrayal stings more than anything, and he hates that frog in his throat that keeps him from responding. besides, it has nothing to do with you. there’s no need to set you into another lecture by enlightening you to the issue especially before he fully takes care of it. so he just smiles, checking his expensive wrist-watch and humming in surprise. 

“let’s get you home, ebi.” he replies, choso immediately opening up the door and guiding you two back to the car. 

you thought you would wait for his call, come in and save a life or two and then go back home. that’s not exactly what the young yakuza boss had in mind. he called you there daily, having you remove his stitches and attend to one of his men he thought was catching a cold. some days he wouldn’t tell you much of anything to do—it just seemed like he wanted you around. anytime you pushed the matter though, he would insist that you were on standby just in case an assignment went wrong, all under the guise of not wanting to wait for you to drive. precious seconds, he would say.

you work under him for nearly a month before you perform your first surgery. while you’re slightly annoyed with his constant abuse of your time, you can’t pretend you have anything more important to do. at least this way, you weren’t spending your days alone. he would eat with you, exchanging little stories about some of the men you’d met during your tenure. you’ve learned the most about his best friend; and while satoru doesn’t seem to particularly like you, he seems to be the only other person that gives suguru any push back, and you can learn to appreciate his presence. next was choso—apparently an orphan like two other kids that suguru took in to shelter. you enjoyed learning about his life, all of it humanized him more and more with each passing day. that doesn’t mean the two of you aren’t constantly bickering, though.

you only find out what suguru wants you to know. in all your time together, he still hasn’t revealed what happened to him the night you found each other. it also seems like they do guard some secrets when discussing business in front of you, and that’s to be expected but still irks your nerves regardless. it’s truly an interesting life you’ve stumbled into, but your house is paid for and you don’t find yourself in want or need of anything you can’t immediately have. 

suguru, by all accounts, is a perfect gentleman. he’ll stay up with you from time to time with a glass of red wine, the two of you leaning against the railing of his gorgeous balcony with the stars high above you just discussing the day. in reality, you would tell him mostly every thought that crossed your brain and he would hang on your every word like it was the very air in his lungs. you’ve always thought he was a beautiful man, easily the most beautiful in fact. but it was in those moments you were able to openly admire him without concern of being caught. his eyes swallowed up the glitter of the stars, reflecting the universe beyond. they were deep like the abyss of the unexplored ocean, and you thought he was just as known. cascading dark hair framed his angular features, bold jaw and defined cheekbones making you wonder if he even knew that he was this pretty. this night was like that, you momentarily pausing your story to meet his eyes and smile softly–almost forgetting that you were even speaking in the first place.

he always knew what you were doing anyhow. the vulnerability was new, but you were as bright as the moon serving as your spotlight. he enjoyed admiring you back, eyes shamelessly tracing the curve of your nose and the swell of your lips. he’s moments before inviting you to stay the night instead of having choso take you home—but satoru slides the glass door aside and looks at the two of you frantically. 

“suguru, it’s nanami. he was doing that…surveillance you ordered. they busted him, he’s in bad shape.” he says breathlessly, and both you and suguru rise from your respective chairs to follow him through the winding hallways of suguru’s home and into your domain of his estate. nanami laid there, waiting for you to get to work. he’s clearly struggling with pain, but similarly to his boss, he’s trying to remain stoic to it all. he grimaces as you start to move automatically. he knows you will help him, but the quiet way you shuffle about doesn’t do anything to steady his nerves. 

you drag the portable x-ray behind you, glancing around to survey the many wounds. “i suspect you have some broken ribs. hold still, okay?” you try to soothe in your soft bedside manner voice, gently putting the lead apron over his midsection, though it’s so heavy and his abdomen is so tender he can only hiss in response, eyes clenched shut from the pain. 

“try to be gentle would you?” suguru sighs, looking at the sweat beading nanami’s hairline. your eyes snap back to him. 

“i am. he’s in a lot of pain, i’m doing my best. sir, do you have any allergies to medication?” you ask, stepping back to take the scan. you push the mobile machine aside to fetch the heavy protective equipment, pushing up his shirt to see his stomach completely bruised. you curse under your breath, dragging the bed to the ct room to confirm what you already know. 

“what? what’s wrong with him?” suguru follows behind, satoru nervously trailing along as you shift rooms. 

“i think he’s got internal bleeding. medicines, nanami? do you do well with anesthesia?” you ask, cursing again as you realized just how much you’d be testing your abilities. it was overwhelming to be a one woman staff, you were used to the luxury of nurses and anesthesiologists and interns and residents to assist on such procedures. now you have your boss shadowing your every step and seemingly criticizing your every move. 

nanami nods drunkenly, clearly wavering on the edge of passing out. “yeah, ‘m fine. no allergies. don’t kill me, doctor.” he groans, his breathing laboring by the second. you cuss again, scrambling to get an iv going for his blood pressure’s sake. you don’t have time for a ct. this has to be a pretty massive bleed. so you pull a med cart up and look at the guests, solemnly nodding. 

“i have to cut him open. you may want to leave the room.” you bite your lip, pushing a sedative through the iv. at least you don’t have to worry about anesthesia now, the bloodied blond out cold in a matter of seconds. you turn to the hand sink and scrub your arms thoroughly, noting that the two of them did not move.

“we’ll be staying. take good care of him.” suguru says, a little spooked by the scene despite all of his battle experience. he usually walked away once the damage was done, hell he was the one doing the beating and jumping and breaking. bearing witness to you trying to piece life back together was a little overwhelming for him, but what kind of man and leader would he be if he left? he’s not afraid—it just makes him…guilty, maybe? knowing that there’s been people and will continue to be people that suffer worse than this. there’s people who will die at his direction all while he has a doctor protecting and saving his own. 

“i always do, geto-san.” you still called him that in these professional setting despite the fact that he invited you to use his first name days ago. normally, he would appreciate the show of respect, but in this moment it upset him. he wanted you to promise that nanami would be alright, perhaps even offer a word of encouragement. he didn’t stop to consider how overwhelmed you must be. he watches you carve into his friend with a scalpel, watches you cauterize his wounds with nasty squelches of blood drowning out the angry whirl of the machine you used. 

“his vitals are low.” suguru grunts, looking at the machine telling you where you were with the bleeding. you can practically feel him breathing down your neck, his little comments were nagging just like your own inner monologue. you can’t fight them both. “are you sure you can handle this, doctor?” he asks with a bite. this was your moment to prove yourself, you will not let him psych you out. 

“geto-san, give me some space, please.” you toss a look over your shoulder, causing his blank slate of worry to creep into a small grin. you were bucking against him and he thought you were adorable for it, and if he were in a better mood he wouldn’t have pushed too far. 

“oh, my apologies. we just can’t afford another one of you panic attacks on the clock.” he grins, knowing it cut you based on the way the tools slip in your hands a bit, luckily you were already finished with the repair—because your head whips around to show him just how hurt you really are. 

you look between his eyes, noticing that hard line between his brow that shows just how worried he really is. you know he’s angry—scared, even, but it’s no excuse to be cruel. your jaw clenches and you point a bloodied glove towards the exit. 

“get. out.” you growl, your brow just as set. he knows he messed up, but he smiles as if nothing went wrong in there, slowly strolling out with satoru hot on his heels. you finish cleaning the wounds and stitching him up, monitoring him until he woke up from the procedure. you gave him instructions to rest and clean the sutures, watching him leave in the backseat of geto’s mercedes from the doorway of his home. 

you haven’t seen him since the debacle and you truthfully didn’t care to. he wounded you with a low blow. he made you feel like you could trust him, lured you into a trap of false comfort all just to bash you in front of one of his men while you worked to save another. you were beyond angry. there was only so much you could do given your contract, but you didn’t have to stick around the estate since there weren’t any cases. so you return to the hospital ward and clean up the mess, scrubbing down the blood and throwing out all the disposables. it takes fifteen minutes tops. you’re grateful to be alone, too wrapped in your thoughts to consider bantering with anyone, and least of all geto. you hated how bad it made you feel. just a pesky little comment was enough to wreck the foundation of whatever relationship you have with your boss. 

you trek back through the house, silently thanking yourself for driving your own vehicle here today. you couldn’t help the small part of you that hoped he would jump from the shadows and try to make this right before you left. you roll your eyes at your own naivety. this is why it was so easy to hurt your own feelings. you sigh and sling the door open, feeling a hand grip your elbow. your eyes widen and you wheel around to face suguru’s white-haired best friend and your biggest doubter yet. but surprisingly, his words are kind. 

“thanks, for…saving him. i thought he was a goner. guess you are sorta useful.” he shrugged, budging your elbow with his to show you that he was attempting a joke. when you only blink at him, he sighs and clears his throat. “look, about what suguru said. he’s just an asshole, he likes to get under your skin just because he can. i’m sorry.” he frowned, hoping that it gave you some relief. 

you just tighten your lips in a thin line. “thank you, gojo-san. unfortunately an apology only means something coming from the person who hurt you. keep an eye on nanami, goodnight.” you tug your jacket on and set into the cold night, closing the door loudly behind you. 

later that night, you find yourself eating alone for the first time in weeks. scientists say it only takes twenty-two days to form a habit, so maybe that’s why you’re so unnerved sitting by yourself, staring down at some meal that didn’t even seem all that appetizing anymore. 

“god this is so pathetic.” you sigh to yourself, flailing back in your chair. satoru was right about one thing, suguru definitely got under your skin. you could tell that he was worried, but maybe there was something more at play. why else would he treat you like that when he’s been nothing but kind to you in private? his words taunt you as you sit there, so paralyzed with his criticisms that you had forgotten to take your medicine in all of the mess today. you feel like a failure despite your successful surgery. you clench your eyes shut, feeling your face grow hot with shame. it felt like your anxiety would always dominate your life, you would never be fully in control. just like now, the white-hot tears sliding down your face are completely beyond you, and you can only cry harder in true frustration., shoving your plate away and blindly fumbling towards your bedroom—vision obscured by the lack of lighting and the fat tears taking up the greater parts of your pupils. but you know the paths of your house forward and backward—able to navigate to your bed blindfolded if need be. so when you fling your door open and drop your bag on the desk, you can feel that something isn’t right.

“if i were a bad man, you’d be dead by now.” the dark familiar rumble of his voice making your heart quicken in pace. it’s just because you’re mad at him and he’s snuck into your house! you wheel around to face him as quickly as your feet move you.

“how did you—”

“you left your front door unlocked. you really need to more aware of your surroundings considering you want security to stay outside, little one.” he hums, eyes catching the moon cascading in through the open window. you swear you can see regret flicker as he watches you wipe the tear tracks off your face. 

so he just walked right into your house and slipped into your room. okay, that’s normal. though there probably is no such thing anymore. you roll your eyes a little and furrow your brows at his sitting figure. 

“why are you here? need to get some more insults off your chest?” you scoff, clicking on a lamp so that you may actually see his face. he frowns at your biting tone, though he can’t deny how adorable you look when you’re angry at him. your arms are folded and hip cocked out to the side, foot tapping as you stare him down for an answer. 

“no, actually, i…came to apologize for the one i said.” he seems uncomfortable, sitting in your desk chair with his weight shifting as he tries to find the words to properly apologize for what he said. he wishes he were a better man, one capable of taking back his mistakes as soon as he’s made them, but something always weighs down on his chest to keep him from fixing it. he knew as soon as he said it that it had hurt you. he thinks you’re special, knows it, actually–deep to his core. he’s not even sure why he wanted to be nasty to you instead of vulnerable—maybe because his track record of loyal friends isn’t a very long list and he’s afraid of letting people see that he is in fact afraid. but it was something he deeply regretted–the hurt in your features stayed with him for the rest of the day. he would do anything to make this right. 

“yeah, okay. satoru tell you to?” you shift your weight to your other hip and look down your nose at him. your anger is redirected to him instead, and you’re not letting him out of things this easily. 

suguru tries to ignore the lame jealousy that creeps up his spine when you refer to gojo that way—by his first name—and he fights the instinct to laugh. “satoru can’t tell me to do anything. i wanted to make this right before the day ended. i am…sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. you did a great job today and all i did was make things harder. i was…afraid of losing another of my men and i took it out on you. you didn’t deserve it, and i betrayed our…bond. i’m sorry.” he takes as deep a breath as his condition will allow, still sore but nearly healed now. he’s leaned forward a bit, his elbows balanced on his knees. he watches you carefully, trying to interpret your rather blank stare. 

that sounded genuine, you think, cocking your jaw out in contemplation. “it was real shitty. i opened up to you. feels like you used it against me.” you toe at an invisible line on the floor.

“but you kept it together despite me. you have a much better handle on things than you give yourself credit for.” he points out, hoping it will both encourage you to perk up and forgive him. you’re an employee. he doesn’t need you to like him but he wants you to. 

“i only had the one panic attack during work. i usually am in control. it’s the only place i feel understood.” you sigh, sinking back onto the edge of your bed, across from him. he studies you for a moment, nodding. 

“what happened that day?” he asks softly, wondering if it was too soon for you to say. you were in the process of forgiving him. 

“i hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours. there was an explosion at one of the naval bases and i spent days tending to those in the wreckage. after…that, my patient came in. they say not to make it personal…cases, you know? keep your distance. you aren’t god. you can do everything right sometimes and still walk out with a dead patient. but nakamura…he helped me become a doctor. he was my med school instructor and i owed it to him…to keep him alive. the first time he came in…everything was perfect. textbook. i saved him, he went home to his wife. he thanked me and sent christmas presents every year. his kids shook my hand and thanked me for saving their fathers life. three years later, he’s back. he’s dying faster than i can think of what to do and all i can think of is how his wife brought banana bread for after his surgery and how all his kids and grandkids waited in the lobby to see their loved one. i felt like i was being swallowed whole—like any solution would only lead him right back to the operating table with worse odds. he bled out before i ever touched him. i had a full meltdown—crying, screaming, pulling out my hair. full blown panic attack so bad that i thought i was dying that day too. and i wanted to. i killed him. if i had been normal—useful….he might still be here.” 

he notices that you stare at a fixed point on the wall when you say all of that. you’ve undoubtedly recounted the events hundreds of times, hence why you don’t hesitate to tell him about it. he can feel your panic in the way you recount things, and it makes his heart ache even worse. to hear you wish death upon yourself for falling short of the mark—he knows that feeling. 

“you are very useful, ebi. you had a bad day.” he nods, hands close enough to reach for yours with the posture he holds. 

you laugh humorlessly. “my bad days kill people.” 

“my good days kill people. it’s the circle of life. you did what you could. perhaps your brain froze because it was simply out of your hands, and his time to go.” he says with a surprising gentleness combatting the blunt words he uses. 

“if i say that about your friends, will you think i’m useful then?” you blink, unable to stop yourself from asking as you look down at the puffy scars marring his skin on that side, large hands tucking yours in between. 

“as long as you’ve tried. yes. that’s all any of us can do is try.” he gives you a tight lipped smile, and this time you know it’s regret you see in his eyes. 

you nod, letting his warm and calloused hands trap you there, taking in his words. all any of us can do is try. the scars all over his body tell his story of trying, but to accomplish what? he did say he wasn’t the man you thought he was—so who is he? and what happened the day you found him? 

“why won’t you tell me? i don’t ask you any questions but that one. what happened to you that day?” you tighten on his hand as if you could hold him to the spot and make him answer with that grip alone. he chuckles, freeing one hand so he could pat your hair. 

“i’ll tell you when it’s time. sleep well tonight. i shall see you later this week.” he nods, brow slightly raised as if he’s asking. he knows he’s disappointing you, but what you don’t know—can’t know about you either. and the further you stay from toji and sukuna, it’s not far enough. 

you purse your lips, but nod. you can’t really say no, anyway–no matter how irritating he is. you look down at the floor, and his fingers steer your chin back up. 

“i’ll make it up to you. i don’t enjoy being secretive with you.” he frowns, pressing a kiss to your hairline. he didn’t know why, he just felt responsible for your sadness and needed you to smile before he left. “i’ll buy your weight in sushi this week to make up for my insensitivity…?” he tries, and his desperation makes you laugh. the bitterness loosens in your chest, you can’t remember the last time you were spoken to so gently, apologized to like it was meant instead of forced. 

“that sounds like a deal, suguru. you know where to find me.” you nod, and the relief on his face is evident. he stands to his full form, nodding down at you. 

“of course. i’ll be seeing you soon. goodnight, ebi.” he beckoned, tilting his chin down to tell you bye. he smiles as he makes his way to his vehicle, letting go of the dark cloud that was you being upset with him or, frankly, upset at all.

but soon was too soon. his call didn’t come later in the week—it woke you up just four hours after he left your house. 

“wake up ebi,” he coughs, and your body is set into a different kind of chill from the tone of his voice and the blaring of car horns and the crunching of glass combining to tell you that something was seriously wrong. “meet me at the infirmary in five minutes.” 

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[arminsumi]

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

1.5k words

Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 1 Angelfish

Chapter 1 of Sugar

A/N- I hope you guys like it!

Warning- Swearing, angst? FLUFF, long chapter

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Before episode 2x01

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What a pretty fish. Its scales are all black, even its little flappy things on its body are black. Its little fins are almost translucent, you’ve never seen one like it before, it’s beautiful, but…lonely.

What a lonely fish.

Not to worry though, you’ll give it company with a fish of your own making, made from your very own technique.

It’s easy to make from the water that already fills the tank, and it’s easy to control as if it were alive too.

The worry that the real fish won’t like it or pay attention does hit you, but luckily the black fish actually instantly grows curious, it spins around the fake fish before it swims away encouraging it to follow. So you make the fake fish move between the plants in the aquarium. It’s like they’re playing a game, and so as to keep up with it you very slowly shift to the left of the aquarium and tilt your head down to follow them with your eyes.

However, that’s when something else appears at the other side of the aquarium, a pair of dark brown eyes, almost dark like the beautiful black fish.

How curious.

There’s a nose too, thin lips, nice high and soft cheekbones, thin eyebrows on a pretty pale face. Albeit the eyes are the most intriguing, they’re easy to get lost into—But what if it’s a figment of your imagination?! Too much waiting for Satoru has driven you insane!

Thus you blink thinking the pair of eyes will vanish, but they’re still there, they’re still looking at you. Hm.

You slowly begin to tilt your head up and never once look away from the pair of dark eyes, nor do they look away. The pair of eyes mirrors your actions and slowly moves with you, managing to heighten your curiosity.

Thus you slowly move to the other side of the aquarium, making sure to stay hidden. And just like before, the other person moves with you. When you reach the right end of the aquarium you slowly walk past the tank as you straighten up and begin to see a tall man in the school uniform. He's very cute, very tall too! He has nice and soft looking black hair held back in a bun, and a strand of hair hanging over his face, adding to his attractiveness; it suits him.

Maybe you should say something…

Fuck, you can’t. Neither of you can, it’s like you’re starstruck.

“It was lonely,” you utter slowly. “I just gave it a friend.” You glance back at the tank and the fish is gone now, of course, you lost concentration so the fish ceases to exist.

“It ate the smaller fish,” he says back and slowly tucks his hands in his pockets.

“Oh,” you mouth as you nod slowly.

He doesn’t look so old. Or not much older than you. Hopefully, he’s at least a couple years older.

“I've never seen you here before,” he points out. “Do you need help?”

If he can help you find your brother then that would be perfect, he seems to have forgotten you were coming today!

“I’m just waiting for someone,” you respond nervously. “Satoru Gojo.”

The guy blinks and sighs. “Yeah, it’s like him to keep women waiting.”

A small chuckle escapes past your lips. “Yeah, I tell him he’ll never find anyone that way. He never listens to me.”

The guy lets out a soft breathless laugh that makes you smile down at the floor all bashfully. It’s kind of embarrassing.

“Have you seen him?” You ask him and slowly meet his gaze again. “He was supposed to be here, like thirty minutes ago.”

The guy scoffs and shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” you grumble. “Tell me about it.”

The guy points his head ahead. “I can take you to him if you want.”

You feel your eyes widen before you nod eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah. That would be nice, thank you….uh? What’s your name?”

The guy smiles a very nice and sweet smile. “Suguru Geto…” he swallows thickly and then redirects your question. “You?”

Geto? What? This guy is Satoru’s friend! This is his friend?!

“Oh my god,” you gasp and begin to grin. “You’re Satoru’s friend! He talks about you often, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” You smile wider. “I'm y/n. Y/N Gojo. Satoru is my older brother.”

Geto blinks in disbelief before he shows off a half grin. “Is that so?” He asks and pulls his hands out of his pockets. “You’re much different than what he’s described you to be.”

You scoff and raise a questioning brow. “That so?”

The guy laughs softly. “Don’t worry though, it’s all good things.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll choose to believe you for the sake of my embarrassment.” You rebuttal teasingly. “Anyway,” you continue and swing to the side. “Will you take me to my brother? I have a few things I need to chew him out about.”

Geto nods and breaks from his spot to begin leading you down the hill. “I’ll join you too then,” he says.

You shake your head. “You’re being too nice. He’s your friend, and my brother. I can do it myself.”

Geto shrugs. “Sure I am, but it doesn’t mean I don't scold him as well.”

You giggle and nod slowly in comprehension. “Well I’ll thank you in advance then. You’ll be the only person to stand up with me against him.” The smile on your face falters. “He’s my parents golden child. The miracle and glory of the Gojo family.”

Geto hums softly. “I can imagine. So that means you didn’t inherit the Limited technique?” He asks as he guides you and steals a quick glance at you.

You shake your head. “Nah, I have an Elemental technique. I can use water, air, and the earth around me. I can conjure up fire and use it as well.” You look over at him and catch his gaze, you notice the curiosity written all over it. He doesn’t look bored, or like he wants to get rid of you fast, he looks intrigued by what you’re saying.

“Really?” He probes. “That must be very powerful. I mean, you’re not dependent on anything that can hold you back.”

“Well, conjuring up fire takes up a lot of energy,” you let him know. “It’s not around us all the time like water, air and dirt. And well…using the elements is heavy. Like a weight. They’re strong, you know.”

Geto nods. “I understand. So that fish then,” he smiles. “Hard?”

You hum and grin happily. “Hardly. Making beautiful things like that is my favorite thing. My favorite though is a fire dragon. Watch.” You stop walking and Geto follows suit and shifts around to face you. “Stick your hand out,” you command.

Geto looks hesitant but he slowly does as you say, letting you take a step closer to him to raise your hand and let your palm hover over his. “It won’t hurt,” you let him know and meet his gaze. “As long as you don’t touch it.”

Geto nods as he holds your gaze. You should’ve looked away right away but you let your gaze linger in his for a moment longer, unable to look away. As if captivated by his eyes.

“Okay,” you whisper, and exhale deeply as you lower his gaze to your hand whilst you touch into your ability that makes your palm begin to glow a bright furious red-orange color. The more energy you use, the deeper you touch into the abilities, and the more the hue spreads out, until it reaches the top of your fingers.

Geto finally looks away from your face and looks down at your glowing palm. As sparks come out of your palm his eyes widen, and his smile softens. Yet that smile then falls as awe overwhelms every single one of his emotions while the flames come out of your palm and slowly create a long dragon with a head, legs, horns and all.

The dragon proceeds to twirl in between the both of your palms before you make it circle around his hand and then spin it around the length of his arm until it’s flying above your heads. Geto doesn’t lose sight of it, and the awe once again lets a grin grow on his features.

“I can create element made creatures,” you interject softly. “By transferring my cursed energy into the elements.”

“Can you use the elements alone?” He asks and blinks to meet your gaze. “Or is creating creatures like more of a solid shot?”

You sigh. “Well it can go both ways, but as of now creating creatures is easier. I have yet to learn how to use the elements alone. They’re…a bit unexpected,” you share.

Geto smiles as he keeps his hand under yours, and you keep yours hovering under his even if the fire made dragon is elsewhere.

“Well,” he says. “I think it’s very impressive. Maybe six eyes and limited is pretty overrated.”

You laugh at his comment, and feel your heart skip a beat and your face slowly get warm. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Let who hear what?” A new voice cuts in, surprising the both of you and making you lose concentration of what you had summoned. When you look to the right there he is, Satoru. Your fucking brother.

All the happiness you felt vanishes, and anger and annoyance takes it’s place as you see his smug face like he hadn’t just left your stranded.

“Y/N!” He greets excitedly and throws his arms out, expecting an embrace.

You clench your jaw and walk to him, you meet him halfway, but rather than embracing him you take the black fur hat off your head, revealing the white hair you inherited from your ever so loving family, and begin to hit him with the hat. “How could you do that to me,” you complain and hit him harder, hoping he’ll get annoyed or mad, but he begins to grin. He finds it amusing. “I was waiting for you Satoru!”

Said man raises his hands in the air and snickers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.”

You push him back and throw the hat at his face, but he catches it and laughs.

“It’s not funny,” you whine. “You promised you’d show me around and accompany me today, Satoru.”

He sighs and drops his hand to his sides. “I’m here now,” he tilts his head down and you see his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I see you’ve met Suguru Geto. I guess there’s no need for introductions then.”

You glance back at his friend and smile. You bat your eyelashes and step back beside Geto. “Yes, we met. He, unlike you was nice.” You smile at your brother sweetly, knowing him and his attempt to be protective of you.

“Uh-huh,” Satoru breathes out as he begins to push his shades up and nods stiffly. “Well!” He claps and squeezes his way between Geto and you. “Thank you so much Suguru!” He presses the fur hat on your head and then throws his arm around your shoulders. “I got this from here.” He begins to pull me away to continue on ahead.

Albeit you slip from his hold and turn on your heels to face Geto. “Why don’t you come with us, huh? Satoru is going to take me to my dorm to help me. And we might even get some training in! He wants to see how much I’ve grown with my technique, you can see more of what I can do too! Come.”

Geto’s eyes drift to your brother beside you, and stay there for a moment before he looks at you and offers you a tiny smile. “I’ll give you guys space. Maybe I’ll catch you guys training later.”

You sigh and actually feel kind of disappointed. You want to see more of him. He has such a cool way of speaking. “Hm, okay then,” you play it off cool. “Thank you for being kind.” You offer him a genuine smile. “For listening.”

Geto blinks and nods softly. “Yeah. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” He turns, but before he begins to walk away he peers back and looks at Satoru. “Don’t leave her stranded again. Be good to her.”

A giddy smile spreads on your lips, and you can’t help but watch him walk away with awe.

“Tsk. Who does he think he is?” Satoru grumbles.

You snap my head back and glare at Satoru again. “You.” You point at him and stomp over to push him back again. “Why didn’t you at least text me?”

Satoru sighs and turns to continue walking towards the dorms. “I’m sorry! Really.”

You let out an annoyed sigh and quickly make sure to catch up to him. “It’s bad that our parents just left me at the door, basically throwing me out.” You complain in a voice that loses all the anger, a soft tone that finally expresses the sadness hidden behind the anger. “And then you…” you look down and fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t show up. I had to do everything on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Satoru says again, softer this time. “Did you at least get to meet the other first years?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No. They were out, I think.” You shrug. “I met my teachers. Which by the way.” You look at him. “Why do they have such huge classes? There’s only three of us First Years.”

Satoru shrugs. “It looks nice? I mean that or get stuck in some stuffy office where you can see the teachers pores and smell their coffee breath.”

You giggle. “The principal had coffee and cigarette breath. It was disgusting.”

“Tell me about it.” He says and then ends the conversation in silence.

You’re still upset about what he did so you don’t try to speak to him, he notices and gets ahead of you to turn and face you instead as he continues to walk back. “I didn’t want to say anything,” he interjects, making you lift your gaze to look at him. “But!” He exclaims with a grin on his face. “I got you something. A welcome present.”

The corner of your lips begin to twitch to a smile as your eyes slightly widen. “What is it?” You ask him.

Satoru points back to the path. “It’s waiting in your dorm.”

You can’t help your smile from growing on your features, it seems he always knows how to turn you around. So without waiting a moment longer now that your excitement is pumping in your blood, you clap and encourage him. “Okay! I’ll beat ya there! It better be a good ass present!”

Without hesitation Satoru runs with you to your room, he of course ends up beating you there…but only by a few seconds.

“Okay,” he says as he blocks your door. “Close your eyes.”

You squeal and do as he says, letting him grab your arm so he can guide you inside once he opens the door to your room.

“I really hope I got this right,” he continues on, only getting you more excited. “Keep them closed,” he whispers as he slowly pulls you further inside the room. “Okay…and now open them.”

You don’t wait one second, you pull your eyes open, and there on your bed is a long black box with one single and beautiful word, ‘Chanel’. It’s hard to stay mad at him now, it’s impossible.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You mutter excitedly and run over to grab the box and open it.

Now you might just die. Oh my goodness! Black leather layered knee high boots from Chanel! The ones you wanted but didn’t get because they sold out. He paid attention. He’s a good brother!

You caress the boots with a bright grin before you then quickly turn and throw your arms around Satoru. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Satoru returns the embrace with gentle force. “See, I knew you’d like them. I hope they’re your size.”

You hug him a while longer before letting go and returning to the boots to check. And luckily they are the right size. You’re surprised he knew. “H-how did you get them?” You ask him as you take the boots out of their box.

“I scoured all of Japan,” he says and walks over to fall on your bed. “Besides uh, Mei-Mei helped me too. Which was a bit easier.”

You hum in comprehension and sit back on the bed to take off your shoe. “I got my uniform today too. Which, the boots shall look good with.”

Satoru grabs a pillow off the bed and hugs it against his chest. “Oh yeah? I’ll have to take a look at the whole thing later then.”

“Wait,” you interject and slowly turn your head to look at him with your shoe in hand. “You didn’t take these from any of those girls you like to talk to did you?” You narrow my gaze on him.

Satoru snickers and takes his shades off while he closes his eyes. “No. Trust me they don’t have such expensive taste. The only people who I’ve seen who have good taste is just you and me. It’s like they don’t know what good quality is.”

You smile with relief and continue to pull on the boot. “Yeah, then again not everyone comes from old rich families who kill evil curses for a fucking living—Sometimes I wish we could’ve been raised like the rich kids I see at the malls. They just live on without an actual worry, creating curses for us to exorcize.”

“Yeah, I suppose, but then again if we were normal we’d be boring,” he mutters lazily. “And the world wouldn’t be blessed with my amazing talents.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance and struggle to put the fucking boot on. But once you do, you end up falling back on the bed beside your brother.

Satoru slowly tilts his head to the side and opens his eyes to look at you with a judgmental look. You meet his gaze and beam at him as you raise your foot. “Look!” You exclaim and point to the boot. “It fits!”

Satoru closes his eyes again and sighs. “Good. It would’ve been a waste of money otherwise.”

You drop your leg and smile at the ceiling. “Thank you,” you say again. “You are forgiven too by the way.”

Satoru hums, but doesn’t respond. He keeps his eyes closed, letting you think that he’s had a long day, or he’s giving into the sleep he never actually fully gets.

“Your friend was nice by the way,” you let him know. “Very cute too.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” he grumbles. “Actually, don't even look at him that way. He’s off limits to you.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Why? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he a player? That’d suck, I mean dealing with you is enough.”

Satoru’s face twists with annoyance. “No. I mean sure, girls like him, but he’s not like that. And you can’t like him because he’s my friend. Mine.”

You scoff. “What, do you like him or something?”

“No! He’s my friend, what if I started to like one of your friends?” He counters sassily.

You glare at him. “You did. And you went out with her! It’s because of you that we’re not friends anymore actually! She said I reminded her too much of you so we couldn’t be friends anymore.” You pout, and Satoru snickers—“Anyway. It’s not like I’m going out with the guy, he’s just cute.” You shrug sweetly. “And that bang really just adds—”

“Shut up,” Satoru cuts you off and slams the pillow on your face.

You groan and take the pillow to quickly sit up and hit him with it, but he’s already on feet. You hear his footsteps towards the door, so you quickly jump off the bed and charge at him. Satoru snickers and quickly opens the door to run out, he tries to slam it closed so you won’t catch him, but you kick it back and run after him.

Thankfully you catch up to him in the middle of the hall, and proceed to jump on his back.

“Get off psycho!” He laughs and tries to grab your face, but you use the pillow and press it against his face. “My hair! My hair!” He muffles and throws himself back on the floor, causing you to land on your back.

It hurts, and you lose the hold on the pillow, letting him easily get a hold of it. “No, no,” you chuckle breathlessly. “Don’t!” You flip around to your other side and sit up on your knees. “I’ll tell mom!”

“Snitch!” He exclaims and pushes himself up to his knees as well. “Moms not here. She doesn’t care anymore. Choose.”

You drag yourself back and shake your head. “No, it’s not fair anymore. You’re stronger than me.”

Satoru gets closer and lifts the pillow, but before he can hit you he lowers the pillow and looks back. You follow his line of gaze and see a pretty girl with short brown hair walking in.

“What are you guys doing?” She asks and sticks a cigarette stick inbetween her lips.

You quickly get up on your feet and shake your head. “Nothing.”

She must be Ieiri Shoko, the only other female student at Jujutsu High.

“You must be Leiri Shoko,” you say excitedly and ignore Satoru as he gets up. “I’m y/n Gojo.” You bow your head softly. “It’s nice meeting you.”

She gets closer but stops as she reaches Satoru’s side. “Likewise. It’s nice finally getting another female classmate. Hanging around boys all the dang time gets annoying.” She sticks her hand out and offers you a sweet smile.

You look at her and then at her hand and quickly shake it. “I hope we can be great friends. After all, we girls have to stick together.” You grin.

Shoko nods. “I absolutely agree.”

“Blah,” Satoru sticks his tongue out in disgust.

You pull your hand away from Shoko’s and look at him with annoyance.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Satoru,” Shoko tells your brother. “I thought you would’ve forgotten.”

“I couldn’t, It’s my little sister,” he mutters back.

You cross your arms over your chest and shoot him a pointed look. Albeit Satoru just smiles at you all innocent like.

“Anyway,” Shoko says and slides her eyes back to you. “Y/N, classes are over for today. Do you want to come to the arcade and then get something to eat? Nanami and Haibara are already there.”

You smile wider and nod without hesitation. “Yeah, that’d be cool. Let me just uh, change to different shoes.”

“Hey!” Satoru calls out as you turn around. “We were going to do something.”

You shrug nonchalantly as you head back to your room. “We can do it tomorrow.”

Satoru scoffs. “Fine. Let me grab Suguru and we’ll meet you girls by the entrance.”

“All right!” Shoko agrees. “Bring your money.”

Much of your life was spent away with your parents at the secluded mansion that was surrounded by green woods, by four tall walls. It could’ve been a lonely life, after all your parents hardly paid attention to you, it seems the servants that worked at the house were better parents. But that’s beside the point, if it wasn’t for Satoru life would’ve been incredibly boring and lonely.

Yet, having a brother did come with consequences. Much of your life was never spent in front of the eyes of your parents, you were always at the side, the afterthought. Much of your life you spent living in Satoru’s shadow. Satoru of course never tried to make it that way for you, but nothing could take away from what he was, special, a miracle.

It was only ever at the private school you want to that it was never the case. A lot of the time people liked to say ‘hey aren’t you Satoru’s little sister?’, but that never much bothered you because to non-sorcerer's all that you were was the rich kids, the weird kids with the white hair. He was never greater than you there. But now? Here at Jujutsu High?

It seems he’s not the only special one here. Sure he exceeds in the category considering his abilities, but here with Shoko and Geto, with your other fellow first years Nanami and Haibara, they won’t go out of their way to make you feel less than anyone. Here you’re the little sister sure, but as of now it doesn’t seem like you’re the afterthought. Here you feel fine with what you got dealt with.

Even if Satoru is still a pain in the ass.

“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask,” Haibara, a first year guy, interjects carefully. “Why did you come to Jujutsu High late?”

You look away from the screen and look at the kind looking boy. “Oh, I was abroad with my mom. I wanted to get here at the start of the year, but she didn’t plan it out right so it wouldn’t be possible.” You shrug and glance back at Geto playing against your brother. “You’ll have to catch me up on what I missed.” You flash Haibara a grin.

You then lean closer to the screen as you notice Geto is winning, but seeming to falter with the buttons. Which could lead to him to lose and for Haibara, Geto and you to pay for dinner.

You want to help badly, but you just begin to gnaw on your nails to keep quiet and watch him get excited.

Albeit it’s hard staying quiet, plus the level he’s on right now is one you do know, so before you could burst you yell out. “Down! Hit the down button!”

Geto does what you yell out and makes it past the obstacle that leads him to winning. He won.

“Yay!” You clap and then grab Haibara’s arm and shake him out of excitement; he laughs and interjects.

“Good job, Geto.”

Said man gets out of his chair and faces the both of you with a warm smile. A very nice warm smile. “Thanks y/n, you really saved me,” he says, causing you to smile softly. He then proceeds to lift his hand and leave it open for a high-five. It’s unexpected but you don’t leave him hanging or waiting, you let go of Haibara and high five Geto.

It shouldn't, but that does make butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“We’re tied now,” Haibara points out. “Y/N, win this for us.”

You grin nervously and quickly rush over and slide inside the seat. Now you’re against Nanami, another fellow first year. Haibara says he’s a good player, but if you try you could beat him. So here goes nothing, all for Satoru’s money!

The game starts and right away you go ahead and begin pressing the buttons fiercely. Ahead of you you hear Nanami’s own buttons, but it doesn’t sound like he’s putting that much force against them like you. Which kind of frustrates you just over the thought that he thinks he’s gonna win this. But! Jokes on him because you’re going to win! You!

“Come on you got this, y/n,” Haibara cheers.

You slightly stick your tongue out and lean in a bit to get closer to the screen as you concentrate further on the game. And as the game progresses and gets close to the end it seems Nanami and you are neck to neck, causing you to grow more nervous and frustrated. You even stand out of your seat and basically slam on the buttons.

“Okay the last commands are a combination, up, right, down.” You hear Geto mutter in your ear, making you almost falter, but you don’t let his smooth voice distract you. Instead you listen and get ready. And when the last combination comes you do what he says and that ends the game, causing a screen to appear with ‘winner’ over it.

“We won!” You exclaim and spin around to high five Geto with both hands multiple times, as if instinct. “We won!” You jump and turn to high-five Haibara.

“Good job,” he says with a grin.

You get cocky and shrug. “What can I say? It was a team effort.”

Footsteps approach, so you twist around and see Satoru there with the other two beside him, frowning with disappointment.

“Oh,” you tease you’re brother. “What is that I hear? Tears of a loser?”

Satoru shakes his head. “I'm not crying.”

You press your hands on your hips and smirk at him. “We’ll see when we order our food.” You turn to face your team with a beaming grin. “Where should we go eat guys?”

Geto smiles too and begins to walk beside you as you walk past Satoru. “How about that nice Soba place down the street? I hear it’s a bit pricey but worth it.”

You grin wider. “Oh, I love Soba. Shoko, Nanami, what do you say? Since we won and I just got here, I say Satoru pays for all of us.”

“In that case soba doesn’t sound so bad,” Shoko plays along with Geto and you.

“That nice one down the street is good,” Nanami joins in with a nonchalant voice.

Satoru groans, but he doesn’t argue. You all end up at the restaurant soon thereafter, and after all the excitement, well, the Soba wasn’t so good, everyone agreed to that quietly, but hey! Satoru did pay so it was worth it! And it also turned out to be a nice hang out spot, there’s no pressure to get out, there’s couches and they even have, like, a cafe at the other side. And since no one wanted to go back to school yet you all stayed to hangout.

“So,” you bring up as you put your legs over your brothers. “I’ve had this kind of recurring thought. What do you guys think non-sorcerers think when they overhear us talking about techniques?”

“I got asked once if we were role playing,” Haibara interjects.

You smile in amusement.

“I got asked if I was talking about Pokémon,” Nanami adds. “Which doesn’t make sense whatsoever.”

“They probably just think we were crazy kids,” Shoko says as she lights her cigarette. “Which I don’t blame them, you guys are.”

Satoru scoffs and shares a speechless look with Geto, which makes the both of them snicker.

“Oh, I got one,” Haibara adds as he leans forward to get seen better by everyone. “If you weren't sorcerers what would you be doing? Like what’s your dream occupation?”

“That’s a nice question,” you tell him.

“I know mine,” Haibara continues. “I think I’d like to be a teacher.”

Geto offers him a gentle smile, and Shoko proceeds to answer as she throws her foot on the coffee table in front of you all. “I think I’d still like to be some kind of doctor. Perhaps not urgent care, but something calmer.”

“I can imagine you already.” Satoru cuts in with a half grin. “One minute in the emergency room, ten cigarettes in her mouth.”

You roll your eyes, and Geto and Satoru snicker amongst each other like a pair of girls, making Shoko then slam her foot on the rest of Satoru’s muffin.

“Oops,” she says and then goes back to relaxing.

She’s so cool!

“What about you Nanami?” Haibara asks.

You tilt your head back and see him shrug before he answers. “Maybe like some business man or something.”

“You should be a cop,” you suggest. “You got the demeanor for it.”

“Y/N’s right,” Haibara says sweetly. “I can totally see that.”

Nanami shrugs. “Eh.”

You grin in amusement to his nonchalant demeanor before you lower your head back down. Alas that’s when you see a piece of muffin getting dangled in your face.

“Foot muffin, want some?” Satoru says in a sing-song voice.

You throw his arm back and protest in disgust. “Ew get that away from me!”

Satoru grabs the piece with his other hand and keeps dangling it in front you, even as Shoko interjects again.

“I can totally see Geto being some kind of monk.”

“What no,” Satoru quickly responds. “What about all those girls after him?”

You finally push his hand away and sit up with a disgusted look on your face.

“Oh I’m sure you’d be more than happy to take them off my hands,” Geto counters.

Satoru winks.

“I think, I’d be a model,” you let everyone know before taking a sip of hot coco. “Something like that anyway. I think my white hair could get me far.”

“Oh, I see it, you totally got the face for a model.” Shoko agrees sweetly, making you beam at her—“and I think Satoru would be a bumpkin with daddy’s money, going from club to club.”

“I wouldn’t complain if I turned out to be a playboy millionaire,” he redirects smugly. “It’d mean people would be envious of me.”

You roll your eyes, and unknowingly Geto and you both groan at the same time. Neither of you say anything on the matter though, you just meet each other's gaze and share a small smile before you look away and grab your mug.

However, that’s when you come to find that its empty. When just before it had half of it still there.

“Satoru,” you whine. “What’s your problem?”

Your brother shrugs nonchalantly, making you groan in discontent before you get up. “I’m going to get more,” you let them all know as you jump over Shoko’s legs and make your way to the counter.

“I’m going to get more too,” you overhear Geto interject, making you smile all giddy like.

“Make it to go you two, we should go home,” Nanami says.

You throw a thumbs up as you reach the counter, and the nice worker quickly tends to me. As you’re about to pay someone interjects from behind you.

“I’ll get another cup of the same tea,” you recognize Geto order close behind you. “Make it in a to go cup please.”

“Will that be together?” The worker asks.

“Yes. I’ll pay.”

You drift your eyes to the corner and notice how close he is. You can feel his warmth now, it makes the butterflies once again flutter around inside you. Your face also begins to get all warm, and this time you grow stiff.

It’s a familiar feeling, but it’s never been so intense, never has it made you this nervous.

“Thank you,” you direct at him as the worker takes his money.

Geto looks down at you and smiles brighter. “No problem.”

He has very nice eyes. They’re soft and bright, full of life. You feel intimidated talking to him, but you build up the courage for your own sake.

“Here’s your change,” the worker cuts in.

Geto shakes his head. “Keep it.”

The worker bows their head and smiles softly. “Thank you, and your order will be ready at the end of the counter,” they let you both know.

Geto nods. “Thank you.”

We both turn and head down. The courage to talk falters, but you can’t have it be awkward, you’ll be classmates too so the atmosphere can’t be awkward. It’d kill you if it was.

“You never answered Haibara’s question,” you bring up. “What would you like to be if you weren’t here?”

Geto glances at you and then looks away and grabs his chin as he thinks. “Hm. Well…” he pauses and hums for a moment before he pulls his hand off his chin and looks at you again. “I think I’d be content helping people,” he says. “Regardless of what I don’t have.”

You smile softly at his answer. “Hm. I like that answer,” you answer honestly. “It’s very you.”

Geto chuckles. “Is it? How would you know that?”

You smirk. “I've got you figured out. Just by your smile,” you let him know.

“Give it to me then,” he probes.

You reach the counter and you lean back against an empty table. “Well, since you were scouted you had a choice to come to Jujutsu, so you chose to come to help the powerless, help those like the ones you were raised around. And your ego isn’t as big as my brothers.” You grin at him. “Did I get it right?”

Geto scoffs in amusement. “Well, that's the gist of it. Now you,” he points at you with his pinky finger as he grabs his chin and studies you. “You got thrown here with no other choice. You fought against it, you wanted to be something else, but your parents are strict, and you still want to make them proud even if you won’t admit it.”

Tsk.

“And you’re not afraid to be who you are because of all the attention they gave your brother,” Geto finishes.

You scoff and avert your gaze as you feel slightly exposed. “Well yeah. That’s it exactly, but,” you add and roll your head up to meet his gaze. “I don’t much mind being here. I like helping, I mean we got the abilites we did for a reason, so I think it’s best not to let it go to waste.”

Geto grins and nods softly. “Well,” he touches his chest. “I got to say I’m impressed. A girl after my own heart.”

Hm? What?

Damn. Your face is getting all hot. Why did he have to say that?

“Your drinks?” The worker interrupts, pulling your attention to them holding the cups with a sense of urgency on their face.

“Oh, sorry,” Geto apologizes and takes them from their hands.

When did they announce that they were out in the first place? Must’ve been when you were talking.

“Here,” Geto says and hands you your chocolate.

You offer him a shy smile and take the cup, managing to accidentally brush your fingers against his.

It’s such a small moment, it shouldn’t be thought about again, but you think about it. You think about his touch and how soft it was, how smooth his fingers are. You think about his hand and how big it is. Fuck.

“Thank you, again.” You utter and pull the cup back.

Geto smiles softly at you, and neither of you add anything. You intend to head back to your group but then a claw machine full of cute little plushies steals your attention.

“Oh, look! Let’s go get one!” Without waiting for a response you run over to the machine. You hastily set your cup down on the table nearby and take change out of your purse to quickly insert it in the slot.

Geto catches up, you can see his reflection getting bigger through the glass.

“Watch this,” you say smugly over your shoulder.

“Okay.”

You smirk and begin to move the claw to get a little squid, and without warning you use your cursed technique to manipulate the air inside the machine to move the little plushie towards the target.

“Uh, that’s cheating,” Geto points out.

“Is it?” You act innocently.

Nevertheless, even with help the plushie ends up sliding off the side when you drop it and stays inside the glass box. “What?” You whine. “No way! It’s so rigged!” You turn to face the guy beside you and see him try to stifle his laugh—“If you laugh I’ll bonk you on the side of the head.”

Geto clears his throat and begins to smirk. “Watch me,” he says and takes your place in front of the machine. “You have more coins?”

You nod and pull them out from your bag to insert them in for him. Geto then begins to move the claw and just like you did, he uses his own technique and summons small little spider curses to help him pull up a little pink dragon.

“Hey!” You exclaim. “Who’s cheating now?”

Geto blinks to meet your gaze and then shoots you a wink.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest and continue watching him regardless. And unlike you, his curses actually end up helping him win.

“Difference is I actually won,” Geto shows off as he bends down to collect the pink dragon.

You stick your tongue out and just collect your chocolate cup off the table.

“Wait,” he interjects.

“Come on you two!” Satoru calls out and waves you both over. “Let’s go!”

You acknowledge him but turn towards Geto first. That’s when you see him hold the pink dragon out towards you. “Here,” he says softly. “Keep it.”

You glance at the plushee and then at him cautiously. “Really?” You query.

Geto shoots you a soft smile and nods. “Yeah. It’s for you.”

You smile and take the plushee. Yet as you do you don’t pull it from his hand right away, nor does he pull his hand away. You both hold the pink dragon for a moment as you lose yourselves in each other's gazes.

You stay like that for a moment, for a moment that seems to last forever. It’s only until Satoru yells out, “let’s go!” That you take the pink dragon and you both scurry back to the group, and head back home together.

You might’ve come to Jujutsu High late but you’re glad you came.

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*LATER*

What a way to end a day; a nice warm shower, a good cheesy romantic movie, and…there’s no food.

That bland Soba left you with an appetite—You should’ve gone to the cheaper restaurant, it would’ve been perfect there.

Too late now. Now it’s ramen time.

Maybe you should invite Shoko?

However, a knock raps on the door, piquing your interest. Maybe it’s Satoru?!

You lay the towel down on the desk chair and run over to open the door.

However, the moment you do open the door, suddenly something cold and smooth hits your face, catching you off guard and making you jump slightly.

A booming laugh proceeds to fill the hall, an utterly familiar one that lets you know that your brother is behind this wet thing covering your face.

Albeit another laugh soon joins in too, causing you to wipe the substance off your eyes to see. And the moment you can see again, there’s Suguru Geto beside Satoru. They're both laughing at the fact that you have whip cream on your fucking face.

“That’s for earlier!” Satoru proclaims.

Usually you would have reacted, gotten annoyed and countered his attack, but right now all you feel is embarrassment and disappointment. You don’t even say anything in return, or bother to look longer at either guy, you just turn around and slam the door closed.

So Suguru Geto is just like every other guy?

That’s good to know before you could be blindsided by him and that crush that was growing.

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[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Say no more.” He'd grab your face in an instant and press his lips against yours. He would immediately get touchy all over your body, and for not even a few seconds, he's already slipping his tongue in, savoring your taste with hunger. He'd pull away for a moment before devouring your lips with his own, your mouth would be invaded by his tongue once more before pressing you against the nearby wall.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“You want to make out? Alright, love. Let's go somewhere private, we can make out there as much as you want.” He'd place his hands on your wrist and lead you toward the bedroom. His lips would immediately find yours, soft but deep kisses at first before it gets heated. He doesn't mind if you want to be on the top or him on the top. Rest assured, he's not giving your lips a break either way. “Now I know what you need to do to convince me.”

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His body would shiver with excitement as he looks down at you with a hungry look. “Come here,” he reaches for you and grabs your body, “You want to make out, do you now? My, my, are you in the mood for me.” He tilts your head with his finger and starts trailing kisses on your neck, nibbling your skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, and doing whatever he wants until he makes sure it leaves a lot of his marks. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Right here? Right now?” Nanami's eyebrows would elevate at this request. “I should have expected it from you.” He sighs and loosens his tie before leaning back on his chair saying, “I can spare some time for you, love,” as he pats his lap, gesturing you to sit with him. “Let's make it a good one.” He'll place a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kisses you slowly, with no rush, he likes to take his time savoring your lips.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He would look at you confused, “What's that?” He had no clue what making out is and he's not familiar with the term. Once you explain it to him, he'll nod and hold your waist, initiating the kiss first. “Like this?” He'll kiss you more. “I think I can get used to this.” His kisses slowly become deeper, letting out a few hums of satisfaction here and then. His touches would become bolder as well once you give him the cue. He's never done something like this but he seems to enjoy it with you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He'd raise a brow after hearing your request out of nowhere. “So you want to make out, huh? Are you feeling needy?” He'll tease you for it. “Now come here, I'll show you just how good I can be with my lips," he'd speak to you in a seductive tone while looking at you with a sly smile on his face. He'll kiss you all over your face until it's damp from both of your wet lips after the kiss while his hands eagerly caressing and groping your body. He won't stop even until you're breathless.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd turn a bit red at your sudden question. He is a little surprised with your forwardness but he's not against it. “What did you say? Do you want to make out with me?” He doesn't mind if you kiss him. In fact, he'd like it if you did because he's been wanting to do that with you for some time already. Megumi starts off shy with a few pecks, focusing on your lips and what gesture you like. It's surprisingly hard for him to stop kissing you once he's warmed up.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Eh? With me?” He points at himself. You'd smack his arm which makes him let out a short playful laugh, “Okay, okay, let's do it.” He'd kiss you eagerly, he really wanted to experience kissing someone ever since he was single, and now that got the chance to make out with you is more than a dream come true. He'll circle an arm over your shoulder and the other around your waist, pressing your body closer to him as he focuses on kissing you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

His face would turn red and his cheeks would be flushed. He'd look at you with surprised eyes and then he'd nod slowly. “O-of course, let's make out.” He'd say your name in such a soft way, the most romantic tone he's ever spoken to you with. After a few seconds of looking deeply into your eyes, he would lean closer and test the water with a few soft pecks before the kiss got deeper. He doesn't really know where to place his hand so he just holds your waist as he pulls you closer.

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[suguruplsr]

NEED THAT DICKOLOGY!

— fucking your mentor?

geto suguru x fem! virgin reader , v random + pure filthy smut , oral (f) , protected sex ! , overstimulation , folding position , bar restroom scene > car scene , face riding , fingering , hair pulling , choking + spitting n mouth , not proofread + rushed so lmk what i missed ! 🪐

⸝⸝ psychology.. the study of the mind. a beautiful study you’ve always found yourself interested in, along with the long hour videos of interrogations of criminals. so having a mentor for the job you’re aiming for as a criminal psychologist, is very helpful.

like when he takes you out to dinners with large politicians to study their behaviors. not everyone’s a good person, he reminds you.

not everyone’s a good person, when suguru’s looks fucking edible with his dress shirts and slacks, always leaving out a button undone and his beautiful hair draping around him like a water fall. when he looks like a trap you’d love to walk into.

you’d do anything to imprint the image of his stupidly handsome casual+formal look in your mind, the one you love to imagine him wearing when you’re thinking about him taking you on his office desk, so why not take him out for once?

who knew you’d get so lucky..

“we’re still in public,” suguru huffs with a smile, clearly teasing you with that glimmer in his eyes. ignorant, you continue to kiss against his lips, eager and hungry to the male pressed against your body in the shammy bar restroom. “please.” you beg, nearly whining and mewling for suguru with your drawled voice.

you lick at the lingering liquor transmitted from his lips. his hands gripping your waist. his cologne filling your nostrils. his stupid smile. why did your stupid mentor have this— even more stupid, affect on you?

“please what?” “i don’t know suguru,” you impatiently bite back, frowning at his deep seductive chuckle. the kind that pulls victims like you into his aura. into a man who’ll put you into a trance. which it does, “i just need you, please, touch me suguru..”

suguru lets out a deep sigh at your words, eyes speaking louder than his unspoken words. but you can feel his growing erection against your thigh, and you’d gladly point it out if he wasn’t looking at you like he needs you just as much as you need him.

poor girl, he thinks. one of his hands on your waist trail up. his right one, going up to your throat and giving it a comfortable squeeze. he holds you like you’re nothing, and it makes you want him even more, stomach turning with need as he tilts your head back.

soon he’s attacking your exposed neck— and you’d think he’s a vampire with a how the noises of his lips on your neck fill up the claustrophobic atmosphere. his kisses form a line directly up the middle of your neck, leaving you sensitive once they drop down to your cleavage. and suguru almost has half the mind to pull off your clothing with his teeth, choosing to suckle at the peeking skin of your breast that the sleeveless didn’t hide. “touch you hm? how much? just something like this or..” suguru’s laugh is hidden in your skin once his fingers slipped between the slit of your dress, feeling the damp spot on your panties.

the yellow blinking lights above you do no better to help your failing and swirling head. a mixture of alcohol and lust overtaking your senses— and suguru geto himself. one of his large fingers find your clit way too quick, but it’s as expected of a man who exhibits a sleek ambience of sexiness. he presses the bud through the ruined fabric, “or you want your pussy stuffed full of me. you probably haven’t been fucked good for a while— no offense there..” suguru rubs the area in tight circles, catching how your breath hitches, hands immediately latching to his button up shirt. he doesn’t care for the wrinkles, or how he can feel your nails slowly dig into the shirt, probably forming crescents into the skin underneath.

you’re just too cute.

“i’ve always admired how determined you are, such a smart girl huh? so focused on studies you don’t even have time to touch yourself. but it’s okay baby, you got me now.” you almost feel undermined, despite his words. the way he ignores your pathetic whines and whimpers with each second of his exploration around your cunt..it’s all too condescending.

“i’ll fill that cunt of yours with my fingers first, shit— you can probably only take one.” suguru’s observation is made when the pad of a finger doesn’t slip into your hole easily. your panties were forced to the side already and your cunt wet against his palm. the man kneels, sacrificing his expensive slacks to meet your darling pussy face to face. the psychologist pushes your dress up, to which you get the memo, holding the blue dress and bunching it up to your waist.

suguru holds your panties to the side again, squishing it with a single hand and his thumb kneading the skin of one of your thighs. “s’ fucking beautiful down here..” he whispers, speaking to the mess in front of him.

if only you knew how his mouth watered, drool almost coming up and his muscles fighting with each fiber of his body. he just wants to attach his mouth onto your pussy, let all of your juices and wetness fall into his mouth rather then let it uncomfortably mesh together between your thighs.

let him relieve it.

but, ever the man, suguru stays true to his words, licking his lips unconsciously and bringing a hand up to your folds. yet, unlike his usual patience and prudence, he’s quickly forcing one of his fingers into your cunt. your body jerks, “o-oh. wait! please! oh fuck..” you blabber off into a tandem, curses leaving you while his finger works its way into your virgin cunt. an abnormal feeling.

“already falling apart baby. not even moving it, c’mon, just a bit longer. we don’t want you to get dumbed out at some bar, right baby? not being in the right state of mind is dangerous..” caution is nonexistent in his tone, more-so mocking as he moves closer and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder. you know what he’s implying, his words are promises to how he’s going to break you and leave your mind a mess.

is it really sickening how you clench around his finger just from the thought? you already have him here between your legs and yet, he still keeps you on your toes with each damning word that leaves his mouth.

“let’s loosen you up a bit, or maybe you want some extra work with my tongue?” suguru tsks, unapologetically moving his finger inside you, thrusting it slowly before pulling it out completely to add another, “maybe let me spit on your sloppy pussy and treat it like a whore?” you mewl as he gives your clit a pitiful hit of his palm, then massaging it between his fingers, rolling the bud before slipping two fingers in with ease.

it’s all too much.

“i.. i don’t care, jus’ wanna cum— as long as it’s from you sugu..” you whined, looking down at him with tears filling your eyes, giving little sniffles from how his fingers nudge where you need him most, you just want to grab at him, pull at his hair as he fucks your pussy with his fingers.

suguru hisses, leaving your pussy with a kiss on your clit, “we’re getting the fuck outta here baby, not gonna fuck you here.” and as annoyed as you want to be for having to wait, you follow his words reluctantly, quickly making yourself as presentable as you possible could before he’s dragging you away.

you found yourself in multiple positions in the more comfortable sleek pink BMW— regardless of the limited space in the black interior. you continue your heated session in the stuffy backseat, ridding yourself of that bunchy dress and trying your best to get rid of his clothes before you were put in the position you’re in now.

“ride me baby, keep this pussy on my face, and don’t you dare fuckin’ hover.” suguru’s demand makes you bite your lip, crawling over on top of him and briefly resting on his now bare chest to admire him. his usual put together look was ruined by you. the best you could. perhaps the ideals he had promised to you, reflected onto him. his upper body is covered in stains of your gloss, mixed with your brown lip liner. and the cresent’s of your nails and purple hickies are only more decorative additions that stained his skin in the hours of the night.

suguru’s long hair is sprawled underneath him, undone once you had mentioned wanting to use it as leverage. and who is he to complain about your wishes?

“do you really wanna do this? you don’t have to..” your energy now is a stark contrast from before, unsettling hesitation within you as his arms wrap around your thighs, tugging you forward. a slick of your essence drags along his chest, a guttural sound escaping suguru from the warmth of it on him. “do i need to restate your words my love? i’d be happy to brag all about how you claimed to need me. especially when i can tell right now..” suguru scoffs, and you’re quickly lifted onto his face without warning, his mouth widened and is forcefully attached to your cunt.

the way he eat dines on your pussy is like a man starved. from the tight grip of his hands to the way his cock strains so uncomfortably in his pants. his tongue moves like a snake, flexing and gathering every single drop of you on it, then flicking into his mouth with a groan. suguru savored your taste each and every time, slowly rocking you onto his mouth until you were completely riding him with little cries and moans of your own, tugging his long soft strands.

your hands would fly to the handle of the back seat door, holding the black leather as you came or squirted. after so long, you never knew which it was— but you knew the man underneath you would eat it all up in mere seconds, his thirst for you never ending.

after so long, suguru had layed you back, his hands ghosting over the skin of your stomach with your legs sprawled around him. it wasn’t his ideal choice of scenery for the taking of your virginity, knowing it’s something so cherished. and of course, he’d want your first time, and your first time with him, to be more special than fucking you into the rough fabric of your back seats.

his girl is just so fucking needy.

“hah! ha�� sug! um.. fuck you feel soo good!!” you nearly scream, voice breaking and your eyes rolled back.

suguru’s cock is stuffed inside your pussy, the only thing keeping him from your gummy walls was a condom around his dick. yet he hits all the right spots without hindrance, the thick member filling and molding you with each of his pounding thrusts. “yeahhh bet i do— clenchin’ around me baby, shit..” the long haired male groans, his arms are around your thighs— his favorite place obviously, not sure to keep you spread or to push your thighs up and fold you dumb.

rather, enjoy the creamy sight of your pussy around him, or fuck you how he wants to?

he chooses the latter, folding you easily and greeting you with a sloppy kiss that swallows down your moans. his thrusts are more methodical, but they have so much force, nudging your sweetest spot and leading you to cloud nine. his balls, slap against you ass loudly with each one thrust, stringed wet with your previous cum. suguru loves to feel it, the absolute mess between you.

“cum. go ahead princess, give it to me, don’t want you to hold back— not at all.” suguru encourages, pausing your wet and spit inducing make out session with a more firmer kiss on your lips. you whine, holding onto the broad escape of his shoulders, adding more scratches down to his back and clawing with each second you’re brought closer to your orgasm. “o-okay sugu.. g’nna cum..” you can barely speak, voice raspy and only getting worse with a thick hand wrapped around your neck. he really wants you gone, to let your consciousness float away and fuck you till you’re incoherent of even breathing.

at least that’s what it feels like once your eyes are rolling back, body stuttering as he fucks you through the impending feeling while a nasty glob of spit is forced down your throat which cause you to release around him suddenly. it’s too good, unable to feel anything, but feeling everything, at the same time.

youre awaken with his hot load shot out onto your stomach, tossing the soiled condom somewhere and jerking himself off to the sight of your cock-drunk state. through your blurry eyes, you see how his muscles contract and react, his head tilting back and his cock eventually giving all that’s left in little spurts. suguru’s mumbling to himself, probably things he’d say to you if he had came in your ex-virgin pussy.

“baby.. fuck.. you with me or dumbed out? seems i kept my promise, hm?” not trusting your voice, you nod obediently, closing your eyes in content as he sighs. “shit, lets get you cleaned up, then i’ll drive.” suguru grimaces, pulling you up to sit back, smiling from your whine of dissatisfaction. “m’tired sugu”

“me too sweetheart, me too,” suguru hushes, leaning into a soft kiss that only makes you want to fall asleep, sighing against his lips, “ you did so good princess, let me take care of you..”

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[smut-slut69]

“Come on princess, tell me what you want” he spoke, his velvety voice making you clench around his still fingers.

You managed to let out a desperate moan, hips trying to buck down onto his thick digits.

You yelped at the slap he gave straight to your clit, “Uh, uh, good girls listen right” he mused, letting his hand soothe over your clit in smooth circles as an apology for the slap.

“Mhmm”you hum, a choked sob leaving your lips as his slow circles sent harsh sparks of pleasure through your sensitive limbs.

The hand around your neck tightened when he heard your response , “you know better,” he scolded. “Use your damn words”

“M’sorry” you spoke, tears slipping down your cheek when he slapped your pussy again. “You love pissing me off, is that how you apologize to me?”

“I'm sorry daddy, I'll listen like a good girl, I promise”you whimpered.

Your words made him grin and his circles on your clit fastened. “There we go baby, now do what I ask and tell me what you want from me”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, the plea for his big fat cock threatening to spill out of you just like your juices were spilling out onto your boyfriend's pants. At your silence he landed a set of repeated slaps on your crying cunt while his other hand kept it’s tight grip on your neck .You didn’t mean to cum, you swore you didn’t. But you couldn’t help the way you squirted, legs quaking and eyes rolling back in your head when the pleasure grew to be too much.

Your boyfriend frowned as he watched you pathetically cum all over him.“Now you’re cumming without permission” he rolled his eyes.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Eren,Geto,Toji,Gojo,Uzui,Chishiya,Obanai,Miguel

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[wysteria-bloom]

▨ " you give in so easy "

JJK characters react to you taking their hand off your thigh

Genre : mostly sfw, suggestive

Warnings : Sukuna :)

A/n : OBSESSED with jjk atm. Yuji is fucking KILLING it as a main character I'm so in love. Requests are 100% open, ESPECIALLY for jjk.

Characters : gojo, nanami, sukuna, geto

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

Would literally be SO POUTY afterwards. Because what the hell did he do? Would try it again and again and again until you eventually give up because he's petty like that and when you do he gives you the most cheesiest annoying obnoxious little shit grin and raises his brows at you as if to say," I win." Pulls you in for a cuddle after that because he thinks you're adorable when you give in to him, cooing a," you give in so easy, hon~" right into your ear.

⟢ nanami kento ␥

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM?? Would think he did something to annoy you today that he wasn't aware of. The second you do it bro literally does a full turn towards you and is like," how about you talk instead of insulting me like this." You'll need to tell him it's a prank quick or else he might actually fall out with you for the rest of the night. An apology is definitely in order as well. Nanami deserves the fucking world, after all. You kiss across his face until he tells you to stop, which he never usually does. He just sort of basks in your affection any chance he gets with that serene little smile on his face.

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

Oh lord... not a smart idea. On the first time you do it, he just glares at you silently before putting his hand back on your thigh because who the hell do you think you are preventing him from touching what's his? The second time you move his hand? His hand moves up your thigh and inwards, like he was warning you. Third time? Moves up again. Fourth time? You're gonna have to stop before his hand cups something else. When you stop he just grumbles," That's what I fuckin' thought." and keeps his hand there, thumb caressing your inner thigh teasingly until you decide to do something about it.

⟢ geto suguru ␥

Geto is usually a very reasonable man. He doesn't let his emotions get the better of him. But let's say he's had a pretty shitty day and you just happen to want to pull this prank on him at the worst possible moment, his resolve may just snap. The first time you do it, he frowns at you expectantly, waiting for you give him some sort of explanation. The second time you do it he was quick to grab the meat of your thigh again and have a tight grip on it, a sweet little smile on his face," You're testing me tonight aren't you, beautiful?" He cooed out lowly with those dark eyes of his glinting at you challengingly. Yeah, you don't try anything else after that... or maybe you do and you have to buy a new bed frame the next day.

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