After Geto, Here Come Gojo

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After Geto, here come Gojo 💕

What It Takes To Win

Pro-Basketball Player Suguru Geto X Sports Analyst/Personality Reader

Warnings: Rough sex; Jealousy; A bit of angst/arguments; Marking (Small mention of blood) Adult Language

Plot: Y/N L/N cannot stand Suguru Geto as a player. He is selfish and does not take the game she loves seriously. So why does she keep meeting him in bed?

I wrote this for @ayyy-pee amazing writing prompt! Please check out all the other wonderful stories at #JujutsuJournal #jujutsuJournal

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“Y/N why are you so hard on them? They make it to the playoffs every year!” Your co-host scoffed; As you reviewed last night's games. You were currently discussing your least favorite team's loss.

“What is the point of setting up that offensive screen when we all know where the ball is going?” You laugh; your eyes roll automatically. “Suguru Geto has to always touch the ball. All the other teams know this. Sure, they may make it to the playoffs but immediately get swept.”

“The man’s PRA is consistently over 40! He is the franchise player for a reason.” Again he counters in defense. “He is easily an MVP player.”

You gawk at the man sitting beside you. “When you shoot 30 threes a game and make ten then of course you will be the highest scorer! I just don’t understand why people defend him so much? He needs to learn how to be less controlling and selfish!” You shout at the camera; talking vigorously with your hands. “I’ll admit he is good when I see a championship ring on his finger.”

~

“Would you look at that…” His deep velvet voice hummed dangerously in your ear. He had a tight grip on the back of your neck; forcing you to watch your broadcast from last night. “Mmmm… I need to be less controlling and selfish.”

Suguru Geto shoves your face down into the pillow not giving you time to think or respond; His other hand digs into your hip as he thrust into you even faster. You're a sobbing moaning mess as his cock pushes down into your soaking folds; the sinful wet noise makes you even louder.

“Sugu…” Your whine is muffled into the silk fabric of the pillowcase, now coated in your drool. You feel him push his entire weight on you as you cry out his name. The action pushes his cock further rubbing against that special spot. Your entire body shudders. His long hair tickles your body; as he leans into your shoulder to scrape his teeth on the soft flesh. Not giving up his merciless rhythm.

The hand that had a grip on your neck pulls you back against his chest. A small nibble to your earlobe as he pulls you even closer. “No.” He says maliciously pulling his cock out until the tip is barely at your entrance; you both groan; him because your pussy pulses at the feeling and you because you want him to continue his movements.

Suguru laughs at your pathetic state. He holds you tightly, your fighting against him to sink back onto his dick; desperate to be impaled completely by him again. “Call me MVP.” He practically growls and you shake your head. Though your mind was blank with lust you still refused. He makes a frustrated sound, his muscles straining to keep you still; veins in his forearm bulge.

“So damn stubborn.” He whines; You could sense he was just as needy as you; You look up at him with your best pout.

“Sugu please…” You beg your eyes low and you watch as he clenches his jaw. “Kiss me.” You knew he could not resist no matter how tough of a demeanor he portrays. No matter how much you fought.

Suguru looks down at you; the purple hue of his irises barely visible due to his blown out pupils. He lets out a desperate breath and you mewl softly. His hold softens and he lifts you up. His strength always amazes you as he turns you around to face him.

Before you could mutter another word his lips were on yours. A deep passionate kiss fueled by both of your conflicting emotions. You gasp and his tongue is down your throat. You suck on it greedily and he groans.

The grip on your hip disappears and you push down. Both of you moan against the kiss as you sink onto his cock. His hands lower as he spreads your ass apart. He bites your lower lip. “Fucking brat…” Suguru whispers but you smirk knowing he loves this as much as you do.

A burst of confidence and you sense the shift in the power dynamic; you lightly trace his collarbone. As his eyes flutter at the light touch you push him back against the mattress. You enjoy the smile that appears on his face; his expression now amused.

“Show me what you got then pretty.” Suguru laughs as he grips your thighs. You begin to grind against him; feeling full as you push down your clit now rubbing against his lower stomach. Your head falls back and a wicked sound escapes your lips. “That’s it…” his voice rasps and shudders.

“Sugu suck…” you lean over, guiding his face to your taut nipples. He obliges your request and your body trembles. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you used him to cum.

Slowly you begin to move; your mind blanking at the feeling of his dick sliding halfway out. The squelching as you moved back taking him deep once again makes you breathless. “Fuck… s’good…” you mumble trying to keep your eyes open to take in his blissful expression. He bites your bud as his thumb circles the other.

Just as you pussy clenches around him; you pull his hair roughly and he cries out against you. You follow screaming his name. He loses himself and begins bucking up into you. Overstimulated, you lose all control when he thrust wildly. “Shit… so addictive…” he says against your flesh.

A soft whine, he releases, his hold now rough enough to bruise as he buries his cock deep coating your walls white. “This is so crazy…” you sob lost in the overwhelming feeling. Both of you fall still and struggle to regain your breath.

“I still can’t stand you.” You say after a while. Neither one of you has pulled away; bodies pressed close and covered in sweat. A chuckle vibrates in his chest.

“Feeling is mutual.” He grins wolfishly and you roll your eyes. Pulling you close he bites down on your neck and you smack his very toned chest.

“Suguru I swear if you leave a mark!” You shout wriggling from his grasp pushing him away. You both let out a sigh as you pull away and your traitorous cunt already misses him. “Well thanks for this.” You stretch and begin to move out of the bed.

He sits up and gently grabs your wrist. “Are you tapping out on me already?” He is temptation personified. Those deep velvet eyes piercing into your own. That muscular athletic body decorated in tattoos. His long black hair is messy from what just occurred. But you manage to move your arm out of his grasp.

“Early flight back. And I need to study some game footage before the show.” You say looking around for your scattered clothing. Suguru groans but does not argue. He stays in bed and watches as you walk around the room.

“Should rewatch my game.” He mutters and you laugh. “I’m serious! I’m one of the best in the league.” You hear his tone change; aggravated.

“Didn’t you have practice tonight?” You ask a bit snidely. You know he was known for skipping out. The lack of teamwork is the clear result.

“You're such a bitch.” He mutters coldly, standing up himself and heading to the bathroom. “Lock the door behind you.” You shrug and finish getting dressed. Make your way out the door without a second thought.

~

It was a busy day in the NBA. Mid season and all the teams were quickly trying to build towards the playoff games. Rumors of trades swirl around and you are currently jotting down your hypothesis. Your mad scribbles are interrupted by the ding of your phone.

I sent you a court side ticket for my game this weekend. It will be in your city.- Suguru

After the harsh words you both have not spoken in a while. You are surprised by the sudden gesture and a bit suspicious.

Why? I planned on just using my press pass. No need.

A quick response:

I want you to see me play up close. Just use it. -Suguru

I can see just fine in the press seats. Less attention.

After about ten minutes there is no response. You assume Suguru had given up. Just as your mind focuses back on work your phone vibrates with a call. You let out a breath to keep your cool.

“What is it?” You ask the annoyance obvious in your voice. Suguru chuckles at your attitude. Music is playing in the background. He is most likely cruising around his city without a care.

“I’m going to keep bothering you until you accept Y/N. So stop being stubborn.” Suguru is unbothered by your cold demeanor. You know his persistence. He would be true to his word.

“If I accept, will I be able to finish my work in peace?” You say monotonously; you scribble a potential trade in the process.

“Whatever you want. Just say yes.” He sounds a bit too enthusiastic. As if your last encounter he did not call you a derogatory name and leave the room.

“Fine.” You agree half heartedly. “See you then.”

“You know you miss…” you quickly hang up on him with a frustrated sigh.

You were unsure how your dislike for him turned into a physical relationship. Insults were thrown one night when you all noticed each other at an event. Next thing you knew you were being thrown against the brick wall outside of the bar. Your Legs around his body and lips hungrily fighting for dominance.

Probably a number of factors were the cause, combination of unprocessed emotions and childhood trauma. When you were constantly working it was hard to find time to unpack. You assume this was the root to your strange attraction to the arrogant man who believes himself to be unstoppable.

You do what you do best. Bury your thoughts into statistics of the game you love. This has always kept your mind from tumbling too far into the dark.

~

The crowd is in a fever pitch as your home team faces off with Suguru’s. It is currently the fourth quarter; the previous quarters all ending in an unprecedented tie. The battle is a fierce one.

Sitting court side you saw everything so clearly. You hate to admit you were a bit thankful for the view. You now watch as Suguru is one on one with your team's franchise player, Saturo Gojo.

The amazing point guard is close to getting a triple double. You always admired his passes, never knowing where he would throw the ball. He is truly a team player. Though at times he got a bit whiny and flopped a bit too dramatically, overall he was well rounded.

“Suguru dribbles left but Satoru is leaving him no room!” The announcer echoes over the roaring fans. Then Suguru does something very much in character. He turns towards the crowd and winks, steps back a millimeter and scores the three in Satoru’s face. You follow his line of sight to a beautiful group of women. That is so like him. The crowd was in an uproar.

A timeout is called to slow the current pace of the game. Of course Suguru bought you court side seats near his team's bench. Your eyes widen when Suguru instead of going to the huddle makes a beeline in your direction.

You shake your head no but he plays by his own rules. Leaning into your ear, sweaty and a bit out of breath he whispers, “Did I make you jealous? I’ll wink at you next time.”

You lower your ball cap hoping no one recognizes you and glares. You choose not to even acknowledge his presence. You glance around hoping a photographer did not catch the moment. “Suguru!! What the fuck are you doing?” The coach shouts and you are relieved when he walks away.

“Asshole…” You mutter still in a state of shock. Mid game and he is trying to make you feel bad? What is the motivation?

The rest of the game is dimmed a bit by the interaction. Your mind is anxious that you might end up in a tabloid. Even after your home team pulls out the victory in overtime.

~

You could not help but bring your press pass along. You make your way into the press conference room to catch a bit of the players and coaches reaction to the game. You stumble a bit through the crowd trying to find an open spot. Finding one a bit clumsily just as Satoru Gojo sits down to be interviewed.

“She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen…” his voice echoes across the small area. You feel your fellow reporters' eyes fall onto you. “Ooo shit.. is my mic turned on already.”

You look up at Satoru and those blue eyes meet your own. His cheeks flush red and the room fills with laughter. “I’m so sorry. You're one of my favorite sports personalities. Seeing you in person… I- sorry.” He addresses you and you want to disappear. But remain professional. “Please I’ll take a question from you if you have one.”

“Umm yeah… Thank you.” You try to ease your racing heart from the sudden and unexpected attention. “First congratulations on your triple double tonight. This will be your fourth one in a row. Being a franchise player, how do you still remain humble to your team?”

Satoru Gojo beams a smile. “My team makes it easy. If I get a bit too cocky they bring me back. Honestly without them I would not have accomplished as much as I have. I am thankful.”

The expression on his face is proof of his devotion to the game. He meant every word. Suguru suddenly pops into your mind. He could be even greater if only his mentality could shift. His potential was there and that is what infuriated you the most.

As you jotted down notes from the rest of the post game conference your phone vibrates.

I’m staying at the Brown hotel. Meet me. -Suguru

Fine

Even after the embarrassment he had caused you, your body reacts to his text. The way he touches you was unlike any past relationship. Images of your exploits flash into your mind. You could not deny the sparks between you. So when he calls you answer.

~

You spot him surrounded by a group of fans in the lobby. Your eyes meet for a second as you make your way to the less crowded bar area. “Two Whiskeys on the rocks please.” You address the bartender who nods.

You feel him as he approaches, just as you're taking your first sip. “Here is the most beautiful woman in the world.” He mocks and you grumble assuming that clip must have gone viral.

You pass him the drink you had ordered him as he sits beside you. “Are you jealous?” You tease, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

“Pfft.. of Satoru?” Suguru sounds a bit less confident than usual. “Never. Why didn’t you stay to ask me a question? I scored an all time high in your stadium.” Was there a bit of hurt laced in his words?

“Did you win?” You ask more harshly than you meant. The earlier frustration of how he could be one of the best currently on your mind if he could be less selfish.

Suguru’s expression darkens and he doesn’t speak. This was different from the usual banter you both often shared. This felt more serious. You just want to crack his ego a bit for his own good. Yet who were you to judge?

“I’m sorr…” you go to apologize but he holds up a hand. You watch as he finishes his liquor in one gulp, setting the glass on the counter with a clank. He pulls out his wallet and you go to stop him but he glares at you, setting a stack of bills down.

He slides the room key in your direction. “Finish up your drink. Take your time.” Without allowing you to speak. Pushing your arm away as you reach for him he walks off.

With a stubborn huff you do as he says. You did not think he would take what you said so seriously. He started the whole thing by copying Satoru’s words. So you order a second drink and take your time.

~

The moment you open the door to the suite his hand is around your throat. His body is pushing you against the door, wearing nothing but a towel. His lips meet yours at a feverish pace. You struggle to breath, move, or think. You can only respond.

After stealing your entire being from you he pulls away. Drool coating both your lips and dazed expressions. Suguru Geto is a man you found yourself losing yourself in with one touch.

Yet under that heated gaze you see that strange mix of anger and sadness. “Sugu…” you call out to him for reassurance. His mind seems to snap back to the present.

“Want to take a shower before?” He asks flatly. Those eyes tell you he is going to devour and break you. You know you should question him. You could see you upset him; your body shivers in anticipation.

“Y-yeah…” you mutter weakly, waiting for him to let you out of his grasp. You're pinned to the door not only by his body but that penetrating glance. The large pupils, the way his breath is heavy, and reddened cheeks. You suddenly lift your finger to trace his jaw line softly. He was too damn pretty. It makes arguing with him so unfair.

Suguru steps away after a few more tense seconds. You study his features, so serious, the way his mouth gapes open and closed it seems he wants to speak. Instead he walks away giving you space.

You stay against the door watching his large back retreat to sit down on the velvet lounge chair. There was a conversation you both needed to have but neither one of you wanted to cross that line.

You let out a soft sigh and make your way to the suite's elaborate bathroom. Steam greets you as you open the door. The warmth is a welcome comfort as you begin to undress.

You take out your make up remover from your bag, along with cleanser. The routine of washing your face refreshes your mind. The soft texture of the luxury hotel washcloth feels nice.

You turn on the shower, test the temperature and step inside, amazed by the space that greets you. You are still not used to the amenities that a professional athlete like Suguru Geto receives. A truly lavish lifestyle, far above even you a sports personality could even fathom.

You lose track of time, lost in thought, as the water cascades down upon you. The smell of Suguru’s body wash as you scrub your body, entices your senses. Your stomach flutters in anticipation.

You feel his presence before you see him. Taken by surprise not expecting him to interrupt you. “Hey. What’s up? You ok?” You call out, reaching for the knobs to turn off the shower.

Just as you turn the knobs off, the glass door slides open. Those velvet eyes burn with lust and possessiveness you have never quite seen. He yanks you by the base of your hair and you let out a groan. You catch out of your peripheral his hotel robe thrown to the floor carelessly. His body was pressed against your own.

“I kept…” Suguru kisses you passionately, his tongue taking claim of the inside of your mouth. Not giving you time to even take a breath. “Seeing that interview… mmm.” His teeth tug at your lower lip. You moan as his hands grip onto your hips roughly.

He lifts you up, his hard cock twitching against your stomach. The friction causes a whimper to escape your lips. He sets you down, the cold marble of the counter causes you to shiver. Suguru spreads your thighs apart, kneeling before you.

You're overheating, your mind losing the ability for a logical thought. Eyes low you watch as he gathers his long hair from his face and ties it up. Your pussy already wet, leaks even more from the imagery, everytime, Pavlovian dog effect.

Before you could protest his face was between your legs. A harsh bite to your inner thigh and you cry out, you grip the counter tightly.

His tongue slowly makes teasing circles on your clit, your head falls back against the mirror from the pleasure. “Suguru… fuck…” you manage to say, “what’s with you tonight?” His fingers dig into the thick flesh of your thighs, the pain feeling so good.

He does not respond with words. Instead he kisses your cunt with vigor, sucking and squelching, prodding his tongue along the folds. His thumb rubbing your nub you are overwhelmed. Making you a whining mess within seconds, your orgasm catches you off guard. Your body convulses violently around him.

“Sh-shit… wait…” you could only curse as he drinks up your cum, then shoves two fingers deep inside. Overstimulated, you gasp and hear him groan as your finger clench around his digits.

He does not listen to your plea. Thrusting over and over hitting your sweet spot, by now he knows your body well. He is using this to his advantage. His lips slick with your arousal, he looks as if he might growl as those eyes stare up at you, barely visible through your eyelashes. Baring his teeth in a maniacal expression as he watches you fall into pieces for him.

Tears begin to pool from the corner of your eyes. “What... ahh… o fuck…” Words were difficult as you cum consecutively. Still silent he slowly removes his fingers, you make a pathetic sound. He stands, takes hold of the back of your neck, and brings his fingers coated in your liquid towards your lips. You open obediently. He hums in satisfaction as you suck and lick tasting yourself. Without warning he pushes them down your throat, you swallow but he pushes further. Your eyes widen as he chokes you.

He looks crazed as he watches you gag. You grip his wrist and he lets you pull back his hand. “Suguru what the fuck…” The silence is driving you mad. Then his lips were on yours once again.

Not for long though, he yanks you forward falling into his chest. Leaning down he sucks on the sensitive flesh of your neck, then bites down. You scream out as you feel the thin flesh break.

He flips you around and your bewildered expression greets you. The spot he just sank his teeth into red and a small amount of blood visible. You go to curse him but your mouth closes when you feel his tip collect your juices. Instead you let out a loud moan and lift your ass higher.

“That’s it, make it easier for me…” His voice is raspy and low. “Such a slut…” You hate that you were relieved to hear him speak, even if it was to degrade you. “My perfect little whore.” Giving you no time to adjust he pushes into you, deep. You cry out your voice strangled from the pressure.

Suguru ruts into you completely feral. His hips snapping into you with a force that has you tightly holding onto the sink. Your mind is completely blank as you try to keep up with him. Just a potent cocktail of pain and pleasure that has you screaming.

A sinister chuckle erupts from him causing you to attempt to look back. He roughly grabs your chin leaning into you but not stopping his malicious pace. He forces you to look at your fucked out expression. “At least you think my cock is good enough…” He says sadistically.

His words hit deep. Even in this blissful state your heartaches as you make eye contact and see his hurt. You never truly understood how much he was affected by your statements. You assumed he merely brushed them off.

“Fuck Suguru…” You stifle your moan. “I think you could be one of the greatest.” You finally say outloud your frustration. His movements falter at your proclamation. His face softens and his death grip on your hip and chin loosen. “A legend if you wanted to. If you tried.”

“What?” He slowly pushes back into you, stopping completely, and you whine. Those violet eyes look at you through the mirror in disbelief. “A legend?” He asks more to himself to confirm the words were actually muttered by you.

Seeing his ego shatter before you, a sense of compassion fills you. “You idiot…” you click your teeth and rub back against him, rewarded by a deep groan. “I get so pissed at you because you are so talented. You don't even try!” You shout at him, all the bitterness you held coming to the surface.

Suguru chuckles again but this time it feels warm. He leans his forehead against the back of your head, you feel him kiss the crown of your hairline softly. “You suck at communicating.” He whispers and you find yourself smiling even as you roll your eyes.

“Fuck me Suguru.” You say sternly as he nuzzles against you. “Is that clear enough for you?” You say teasingly and you feel him nod.

He pulls out of you and you go to protest. But before you could speak he turns your body to face him. Looking down at you with a wide grin he says, “Yeah I hear you…” He kisses you again but this time it feels different. His lips brush against yours slower and with a purpose. Your breaths intermingle so intimately. You squeak in surprise when he lifts you up and begins carrying back towards the room. “You're so cute.”

Usually his flirty remarks leave no impression on you, but the way he looks at you while saying it your heart flutters. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. Embarrassed by your own sudden strong emotions, you swat at his shoulder causing a fit of laughter from you both.

That night you make love. Exploring every inch of each other's body. Sensual and meaningful fluidity as your bodies connected. Suguru refuses to let you look away, “I want to watch every expression you make for me.” A strange feeling, one you have not felt in a very long time reaches you. It was intense and overwhelming in a foreign way then your usual fuck sessions.

Early in the morning exhausted and worn out you attempt to leave the bed. Suguru once again grabs your wrist to stop you, “Stay with me.” You bite your lower lip in contemplation but agree. Craving his embrace as you return under the covers.

~

It felt weird being the one reaching out towards him. After that night and a nice breakfast you had parted ways. No calls or texts were being returned. Your mind has been a mess, thinking about only Suguru Geto.

Work keeps you pretty busy but it is not the usual distraction you could rely on. Yet you did notice a change. A change in Suguru’s playing style.

The play offs were occurring. Suguru’s team did not get swept in the first round. He was playing differently. His assists were on the rise and his post game conferences were full of praise about his teammates.

Even as your co-host basically said I told you so, you could not help but smile at the progress. Yet you still refused to mutter the words that Suguru wanted to hear so badly.

~

“Suguru Geto and his team have made it to the finals Y/N.” Your co-host says annoyingly.

You laugh and shrug as your show is coming to an end for the night. “Suguru’s progress has been impressive. I can not deny that. I guess we will have to see what happens.”

Your co-host is stunned by your acceptance but quickly recovers and finishes up the show. As the all clear was given you go to grab your phone and hate how excited you felt when you saw the text on the screen.

Got you court side tickets to the finals. Sorry I have not been in contact. Taking things more seriously. -Suguru

~

The sound of the fans was deafening. Confetti flies around the stadium as people rush to the court in excitement. Suguru’s team pulls it off. They have won the championship game.

Watching the final game is always such a bittersweet moment. The joy on the winning team's face is endearing. The dejected sadness and hunched figures of the other team always got to you as well.

As you look away from the sorrow filled expression and back to the court you spot Suguru. Those eyes zone in on you even as he is bombarded by his teammates and media. He reaches out for you.

Unlike the previous game, in these exact seats, you feel elated. Your body reacts on its own propelling you towards him. He opens his arms to you and praises your insight to all that were near. The shocked faces should embarrass you but his presence makes you feel emboldened.

You stand on your toes to whisper, “My MVP.” His eyes widen as he takes a second to register what you just said. Realization settles in and he takes hold of your face. You are the one now surprised, as he kisses you in front of everyone. You sense the flash of the bulbs and mics being shoved towards you but you are completely engulfed by him. Fuck… I think I love him…

“Hey Ya” Sleep Token cover 🤷‍♀️

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

It’s Better to Feel Nothing At All

Angst: Dark thoughts, grief of loss, end of relationship

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It’s good you are no longer with me. As I scroll down a timeline in a state of decay. Losing track of how long I have been sitting in the same position on the couch. A husk of a person incarcerated in their own mind. I came across a photo of you.

I recognize that smile on your face. I have seen it a million times. Memories fade in and out, not as clear as they once were. That is not what shook me back into the present. No…

It was your eyes. They seem foreign to me. A depth of joy so apparent I gasp out loud. “Who are you?” I speak the words to myself, bitterly. Selfish and greedy, the voice in my head creates an illusion. Begins to venomously spew that your happiness is a facade. Without me by your side you could not possibly be this elated.

A toxic journey soon ensues. My fingers moving on autopilot I go to their page. Photos and videos of your life on display, without me. A sick gut wrenching pain overtakes my very being. “I don’t care.” I proclaim trying to convince myself. But strangely my eyes are burning. My vision is obscuring. Fuck… Am I crying?

What right do you have to shed a tear? Another thought degrades me. And I could not disagree. I no longer feel human. I am a beast created by my own fruition. The curse of empathy and the desire for a better world has been twisted. I’ve used the excuse, “hurt people, hurt people” so many times.

But did you not experience the same torment as me?? We shared the same experiences. So shouldn’t you be a monster too?

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Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

every autistic person watching this episode of dungeon meshi: