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Forget pt.2

Suguru Geto x fem!Reader

Fluff, slight angst. Geto tries to make it up to you on your “date”.

First Person pov

Suguru Geto was about thirty minutes late and we were suppose to meet at 5:30. He promised me last night over text that he wouldn’t be late and that in fact I would be the one late. Yet here I am waiting on his slow ass. I can’t believe that guy. I decided to leave our designated meeting spot to do some shopping for myself. If he won’t take me out, then I’ll just treat myself. No use wasting a perfectly good day waiting on his flaky ass.

“Hey L/n!!” I heard from a distance.

I turned my head to find the voice and to my actual surprise I saw Geto running full speed towards me waving his right arm in the air frantically. A few seconds later he was by my side catching his breathe.

“You better have a good reason to be late Geto”! I exclaimed to him

“I know I’m sorry. My alarm didn’t go off and I rushed here as fast as I could.” He said while taking short breaths.”

“Yeah…sure” I said while rolling my eyes

“L/n I really am sorry. I overslept and I’m being honest about that. I really do keep fucking up our friendship don’t I?” He said as he composed himself and looked at me. His hair was down and he looked tired. I guess he really needed some sleep.

“Fine I guess. Well you’re here now, so what did you have in mind to do today?” I asked him still slightly pissed that he was late.

“Well I have a big surprise, but that’s for later today. So we can do whatever you’d like until then if you want.” Geto said with a smile.

“What’s the surprise?” I questioned

“It really wouldn’t be a surprise then if I told you.” He chucked

“I suppose it wouldn’t. Alright then I guess I’m a getting a little hungry if you wanted to go get something.” I told him

“Any place in mind?” He asked me

“Yeah, let’s go to that new restaurant just a couple of blocks from here.” I suggested

“Sounds good to me L/n. Lead the way.” He said.

As we walked to our destination I couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. He was good company when he wasn’t late or being an asshole with Gojo. We passed many different shops that I wanted to go to. I expressed my desires to Geto and he didn’t even question why I wanted to go. He seemed to like to say yes to everything. I have a feeling he’s sucking up to me because he flaked on me during our mission and because he was late.

Just as we were about to arrive at the restaurant, I noticed an orange cat in a alley way. They were a bigger cat with a long tail and a missing ear. My heart hurt for the little guy. I bent down to pet him and so did Geto. They were as friendly as could be and I couldn’t help but smile at the cute creature. Turing my head to see how Geto was doing I noticed he had a big smile on his face as well. For some reason that made me feel fuzzy inside. And a faint blush graced my features.

“Damn this cat his cute.” Geto suddenly said

“Yeah. I wish I could take it with me. I don’t think Yaga would appreciate that though.” I said in a solemn tone.

“If he never finds out I don’t think it’ll matter. Geto responded

“He’s pretty good at finding out stuff like this. Remember that time Gojo found a dog and tried to keep it?” I asked laughing at the memory.

“Oh yeah how could I forget the look on his face when Yaga told him he couldn’t keep it. I think this is different though.” He said

“How is this any different from that?” I questioned him.

“Well for one Yaga actually likes you and you’re a responsible person. Two that dog was massive and had flees and who knows why else. Three I know for certain Yaga likes cats.” Geto spoke honestly

“Okay you got me there. And how the hell did you know that he likes cats?” I asked him while petting the cat.

“I may have over heard him talking on phone with someone. And he called that certain someone kitten.” He said with a serious expression on his face that caused me to laugh.

“Yeah sure he did Geto” I responded

“Hey I’m sure this cat will be here when we get back. So do you want to head out?” Geto questioned

“Sure, I’ve been dying to try that new place anyway.” I responded getting up

After we said our goodbyes to that cat, we made our way to the restaurant. Just like before it was a quiet comfortable walk. Today was beautiful as the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the day was warm. I loved days like this because they reminded me of my mother. We use to walk in the family gardens together when I was a child. That was so long ago. I smiled at that thought.

“Hey what’s got you so happy?” Geto asked as he put a hand on my shoulder.

“Nothing just enjoying the day is all.” I told him

“It is a lovely day.” He responded

“It certainly is.”

“Almost as lovely as you”he said in a whisper. This made me blush. I’m sure it was just him being kind to me. Yet I still couldn’t help but feel fluttery at his comment.

After a short amount of time we made it to our destination. Just as I was about to open the door, Geto beat me to it. Stating it was a gentlemanly thing to do. I rolled my eyes at his comment and walked in. The restaurant was simple yet elegant. As soon as I walked in I smelled a wonderful aroma of baked goods that a little giddy with anticipation. Geto and I then made our way to a table near a window so that we could enjoy the sun a little more. Opening our menus I noticed a lot of really wonderful dishes and baked items. Our waiter came up to as for our orders and I ordered (f/f) and (f/d) and Geto ordered a coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.

“So are you enjoying yourself today L/N?” Geto asked leaning back on his chair with crossed arms.

“Yes I think I am. I haven’t had a day where I can just do anything in a long time. My father is persistent that I do training whether I can do that I can reach my full potential.” I spoke honestly mimicking his posture.

“He sounds like a hard ass. He won’t give you shit for being here with me today will he”? He asked with sloughs nervousness in his tone.

“Nah and if he does I’ll deal with it later. It’s not like I do this everyday. Plus he thinks your strong so he won’t care that I’m out with you.” I said turning my head to look out of the window.

“We’ll me and Gojo are the strongest y’know.” He chuckled.

“I’m fully aware of that. However, I’m not too far behind you and I will surpass you in power. Or at least be able to rival you in my curse technique soon. I just need a little more time.” I told him Turing my head to look him in the eyes with a serious determined glare.

“Sheesh alright then I trust you. You have me beat with just hand to hand combat so hell maybe you will surpass me with your cursed technique. Just don’t push yourself too much.” Geto spoke reaching his hand out and giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll try but I can’t promise anything. Like you said my father is a real hard ass.” I said while softening my glare. Damn this boy he has some sort of hold on my that makes me feel so soft inside. I’m not sure if I hate it or not.

Just then our waiter came with our meals. The food was divine and the first bite left my body with goosebumps. Geto laughed at my reaction to the food, but then I teased him because he want any less funny. He had chocolate cake all over his lips. He looked like a toddler eating their first piece of cake. It was hard not to laugh. One of the strongest Jujutsu sorcerers eating like a toddler was a sight to see. After my laughter and pointing out the sugary mess he quickly wiped his mouth. A little while later Geto paid claiming it was his treat for being so late. I don’t complain one bit considering he did owe me. As we left the sky began turning a deep orange with purple, yellow, and pink all blending into the heavenly sky. The cherry blossoms looked ethereal with the sunset cascading onto them. It was truly a lovely sight to behold. I have no idea how long I stared at them but I felt Geto tap my shoulder.

“You okay up there L/N”? Geto questioned.

“Yeah I’m just fine.” I said to him. I then turned my head to look at him only to be completely awestruck. Just as ethereal as the cherry blossoms was the sight before me. Getos skin had been kissed by the wonderful colors. His eyes were glowing with radiance. He was smiling at me and I swear I had never seen a more beautiful smile than the one graced before me. I couldn’t speak all I could do was marvel at the sight before me with a raging heat on my face.

Suguru Getos pov

A goddess. That’s what Y/N L/N was at this very moment. Todays sunset was particularly beautiful. However the ways the sunsets color had illuminated her. Her eyes seemed to glow with a raging fire. Her skin was radiating a godlike glow. She as an ethereal being I swear. I’ve met plenty of pretty girls but none of them compare to the goddess that stood before me.

Her lips in this moment seemed so soft and plump. All I wanted to do was kiss her, but would that be okay? Would I ruin what little grave I had left with her? Did today make her forgive me for my shitty behavior? All of these questions came flooding in yet left as soon as they came. She was leaning in so I did what anyone would do. I leaned in too. My hand found her cheek and I could already feel her breath on my face. Time seemed to completely slow down. Our lips barely touched and I was ready to take this next step with her. And then at the worst fucking possible time I hear this agonizing voice booming behind me.

“HEY YOU GUYS!” screamed the one and only Satoru Gojo. I’m normally use to his annoying behavior. He is my best friend after all. And yet I find myself wanting to strangle him right about now.

“Hello Satoru” I say irritated and gritting my teeth.

“Hey Gojo” L/N says in a similar tone

“Well damn are you guys both in a sour mood or something?” He asked innocently

“Nope not at all” I say facing him with a slight annoyed glare.

“Alright, I was just in town and knew you guys were here. It’s almost curfew ya’know. You guys don’t want Yaga on your asses.” He joked

“We were just leaving Gojo. I could also say the same thing about you. Why are you here?” L/N asked

“If you must know I felt a little peckish, so I decided to get some mochi. I heard this place was pretty good so I wanted to come get some before curfew.” He responded excitedly

“Well, it certainly was good. Hope you have a good time bud.” I said while patting him on the back and pulling on L/N’s arm indicating I wanted to go.

“Aww alright see you guys later.” Satoru pouted.

“Yeah later” L/N and I spoke at the same time.

After we had said our goodbyes, we began walking back to our school. I guess we spent a little long in the restaurant. I just hope I have time for the surprise I had planned. Hopefully she’ll like it. And as if on cue…

“So what about that surprise huh?” She said tugging on my arm.

“We need to go to the school in order to see it. Don’t worry I think you’ll like it.” I said confidently.

“Hmmm alright. I’m sure I’ll like it. It’s not too hard to please me.” She joked

“Hehe yeah I’m sure” I chucked nervously

“It’s a shame though.” She spoke

“What is?” I questioned

“We passed that alley that cat was at and he wasn’t there. I hope he’ll be okay tonight.” She said as her head was looking at the sky.

“I’m sure he will be. If you’re that worried, we can go look for him. Although I’m not sure you’ll get your surprise tonight if that’s the case.” I told her honestly.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’re right about him. Plus I’m pretty excited about this so called ‘surprise’” she said while doing air quotations with her fingers

“Alright then I’ll race you there” I beamed as I began running.

“What the hell Geto!!!” L/N screamed as she began running too.

Your pov

Dammit all right to hell. I just ate and now I’m running. This is not exactly what I’d call fun. But at least I’m getting some training in today. Plus the school isn’t too far from here. I’m surprised at Geto’s attitude. I never took him for the randomly racing type but I guess you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.

I won of course. Even with a head start Geto can’t beat me. His cursed energy is a little stronger than mine, but I’m a hell of a lot more skilled than he is. Still I needed to catch my breath at the gates of Jujutsu high. Eating a lot of food and then running wasn’t exactly smart. I can tell that Geto is probably thinking the same thing as he is currently hunched over catching his breath.

“So, heh, L/N follow me would ya” he said in between breaths

“Yeah sure” I said in between my own breaths.

“You beat me again it seems” Geto spoke taking the lead

“Of course I did Geto.” I laughed

“I had a good time with you L/N” he suddenly spoke in soft voice

“Me too Geto. And you know you can call me by my first name, right?” I questioned him

“Yeah, alright then Y/N.” He said looking at me. This made me melt. His eyes were beautiful and to me they were more beautiful than Gojos.

A little while longer of walking and chatting about random things we made it to the rooftop of the dorm rooms. I was confused on what kind of a surprise could be on an roof top. It was now dark with only some lights hanging by the dorm building’s door as well as the moonlight that kissed the landscape below. I noticed Geto pulling down his sleeve to look at his watch and smile.

“It’s almost time for your surprise, so make yourself comfortable.” he said

“Alright just know if you’re planning on killing me, my father will hunt you down.” I joked or tried to.

“Umm yeah I’m not gonna kill you Y/N” he deadpanned

“Good because I really don’t feel like dying yet. I’ve still gotta get stronger.” I said as I say down and looked at the moon.

“Why do you want to get stronger” he questioned

“So I can protect the weak.”

“You mean humans?” He asked

“Yep” I said emphasizing the p

“Understandable although they are the reason that we have to kill curses in the first place.” He said in a slight malicious tone.

“You okay they can’t help it. I bet if they could they wouldn’t. We have the power to stop it and I think that we should if we can.” I passionately said looking into his eyes.

“Yeah I guess you’re right. By the way we’ve got less than ten seconds until your surprise. So close your eyes.”

“For how long?” I asked him raising my left eyebrow.

“Just until I say”

After those seconds go by I hear him tell me to open my eyes. To my surprise shooting lights were gracing the sky at lightning speeds. It was such a beautiful sight. I found myself smiling at the marvel above me. I have never seen a meteor shower and I’m happy that I’m seeing one now with him. His surprise definitely was worth the wait.

“Like it?” He asked sheepishly

“Yes of course I do!” I said excitedly moving over to hug him. I have no idea why I hugged him I just felt this was the best way to hug him.

“I’m glad you do” he responded wrapping his arms around me. This hug felt just as good as the last one we shared. I didn’t notice how cold I was until I felt his body pressed against mine. It was comforting and I felt like letting go would leave me with an uncomfortable chill.

“Yeah thank you for today and you’re forgiven by the way. Today was perfect.” I said holding him a little bit harder.

“Anytime Y/N I had a good time today too.” He said as I felt him hold me harder too.

As we finally let go I looked back up at the sky to marvel again at the sight before me thankful that I get to share it with Suguru Geto. After about an hour we headed back to our dorms.

“You know we should hang out more Y/N. I enjoy your company.” Geto suddenly spoke as we reached my door.

“I agree you’re good company.” I said honesty

“Anyway goodnight I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.” He said with a smile

“Goodnight Geto.” I smiled back looking in his heavenly eyes

After he left I did my nightly routine and got into my bed. My thoughts were consumed by my day and how well it went. I’m glad I agreed to spend my day with him. I hope that I can spend more time with him without him finding out about my crush. That might be a bit embarrassing. As I closed my eyes I was all but consumed with thoughts of Suaguru Geto.

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Chapter 2: Gullible

Naive and Gullible

MASTER LIST

| Characters: Geto suguru, GN Reader, Naoya Zenin, Gojo Satoru.

| Anime: jujutsu kaisen

| Warnings: Abuse, manipulation, fighting, mention of blood, derogatory names, Manga spoilers (somewhat),mention of blood.

| Summary: Older siblings. Some are better then others, and others are much worse. But when your the younger sibling, looking up to your older brother/sister, in your own eyes. They do no wrong, they are amazing. Almost like a superhero. But sometimes, it takes something traumatic, or unaccepted to shatter your view of them. And that's what happens to the youngest Geto.

| AN: Hello! Sorry it took so long for this, I wanted it to be perfect and show more of how Suguru acts around the youngest. Along with I've been working and trying to get things situated. let me know if y'all want a part 4, I will be updating the first part of this series, so there will be some minor construction 🚧

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AGE 12

What was he doing? Why was he doing this too you? If you looked close enough, you could see a figure standing, with a face that had no eyes but a large mouth with very sharp teeth.

The ringing in your ears would not lighten up, the screaming wouldn't stop, and he stood there.

With a wicked grin on his face, the figure disappearing with a screech, as he walked towards you. Taking slow calculated steps, fear over taking your body. He bent down, his out stretched hand reaching towards your body, the only thing coming to mind was too run.

You could out run him, you knew you could, youve out ran your brother. Though he did trip on a stick, but it still counts.

Lightly slapping his hand away, spinning around trying to get your footing on the ground. Eyes scanning left and right, looking for anyone or any kind of object to use.

Where was my brother? Where was anyone to stop what was happening? This guy has been tormenting you for years now. But someone always came at the right moment before it got to this point.

And the one time you venture out to the school (alone), is when you run into him.

When no one was around. No students out skipping classes or teachers walking around on their breaks.

Your eyes caught sight of a rock not to far away, pushing your feet off the ground. With quick movement, quick enough to even catch Naoya off guard.

Divining for the rock, your index finger grazing the surface of it before getting pulled away.

"You're quick, I must say that, but your delivery and direction was spelled out in the sky from the start," He spoke with venom in his voice, his hand tighten around my hair. With his fist in my hair, he sharply tugged it back, my eyes locked with his own. My hands flew to his own, digging my nails into the surface of them.

" LET GO!!" I shouted, a sharp pain spreading through out my head. Vision blurred, as the pain kept coming.

Clawing at his hands, arms, even getting a few kicks in, but them getting sent right back. Twisting my body, trying to escape even if it ripped my hair out.

I had to get away.

"HOW DARE YOU FIGHT BACK! YOU WENCH, YOU MADE ME BLEE-"

"Let go of the kid," Naoya grip loosened at the intruders sudden voice. Letting go of my hair, my body landing on hard pavement.

While his attention was focused else where, I took this as my que to hit him in his groin. Hearing him groan, as he doubled over from the pain, "You bitch." He gasped out, body hitting the pavement, while he lying there, a thought crossed my mind "For someone so pretty, you truly have an ugly and horrendous personality."

"Hey, you're not okay, let me-" A voice spoke, turning around to be met with a teenager, his white hair and lanky figure. My eyes widen at the realization of who this boy was, with out a second thought. I made my escape, body hurting and vision spinning.

My eyes scanning everywhere,my head hurting it was starting to become difficult to remember where the exit was located. Let alone, what direction lead to my home, to the comfort of my own bed, and the closet that held my brothers clothes.

"Hey, you're alright, wait! Stop! Youre badly injured!" He screamed after me, following close behind, as I ran from the courtyard.

' I have to get away from here, I knew I should have stayed in the house today. I shouldnt have left, Suguru can't find out.'

"Hey! Wait! Let me help you, your arm is bleeding!" I heard the person shout, shaking my head, focusing on the path ahead. Cutting out sound and my pain, inhaling a breath before giving it my all to run from this place.

And after a few minutes, there was no longer any more sounds besides the panting of my breathing and the sound of my shoes making contact with the ground. The guy, being left alone in the trail of kicked up debris.

"Shit, where is Suguru when you need him?" Satoru mumbled out, now losing sight of the kid, but still following the blood droplets.

"You spoke of me?" Suguru said, walking up behind Satoru, a light smirk playing on his face. Taking a glance at the ground, seeing small blood drops, his chest tightening a bit. Why was there blood?

"Whats going on, why are you sweating?" He questioned, starting to follow the blood, Satoru right behind him.

"I was on my way to go too the vending machines, when I felt a low grade curse around. Thought it was weird that it would be here, so I followed it. Though, its presence disappeared after awhile, but instead of just going back to where I was, I decided to still check it out. An there was Naoya Zenin, he was beating up some kid," Satoru took a breath, heaving a sigh, "The kid was fighting back though, Naoya had a black eye and his arm was bleeding from where they were scratching him."

"What happened next?"

"Oh, I told him to let go of the kid, and he did," Satoru let out a chuckle, earning a side eye look from Suguru, "The kid hit him where the sun doesn't shine, he fell quick and they made a quick escape," Suguru let out a small chuckle, covering his face as his eyes scanned around the area.

A peaceful yet tense silence fell between the two friends, Suguru was still keeping an eye out for this person. Suguru had a feeling in his gut, that it was you. You had been nagging him to visit the school for weeks now. And maybe today, you finally decided to go against his words and venture out here alone.

It would be the first time you didn't listen to him.

While Satoru was leading the way for the both of them, soon coming to halt when the blood trail ended.

"I have a feeling you know who it is," Satoru turned around looking at Suguru, but this time he was truly aware of his body language.

His shoulders were tense, his jaw set, and his hands were twitching, his eyes were scanning the whole area looking for something or rather someone.

"It's Y/N," Suguru finally spoke, the tension in the air thickening, a heavy weight was pressing down hard on both their shoulders, "They're my younger sibling, they have no cursed energy or technique."

"You're an Older Brother? How am I just figuring this out now, in the worst way."

Suguru was about to respond, annoyance slowly building up, before he was interrupted by yelling.

"Suguru! I'm sorry! I just wanted to come and see you at school!" Suguru and Satoru both turning towards the direction of the voice.

Both eyes widen at the state of the kid that was limping towards them. Hair matted in knots, clothes covered in dirt and holes. Their left eye was black an swollen, lip busted and there arm was soaking the fabric of the white shirt red.

"Y/N."

" I'm sorry, I really am, I should have listened," Tears started to form in the young kids eyes, Suguru went ahead of Satoru, while he stood back an absorbed what he was seeing in front of him.

"I've told you before monkey, you can't be coming here by yourself," He harshly told them, taking a heavy sigh as the kid flinched at him grabbing the blood soaked shirt.

Satoru eyes widened at the use of "monkey."

He must have missed heard what he had spoke too you. Did he really just call you a monkey? His own flesh and blood. Taking his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose, now paying close attention to the two of you.

Suguru was hovering over the kid, as they looked anywhere but at his face. Suguru was standing there scolding them, his body was rigid, hovering over them in an intimidating stance. His face twisted in disgust and concern. How can someone be concerned for someone, but still disgusted by them?

Y/N, was very unaware of the way Suguru acted around them. Their eyes filled with pain, but also wonder when they looked at him. The child was so naive to the way Suguru was towards them.

With a jolt, the kid wrapped there arms around his waist. Satoru knew that if it wasn't for him being there. Suguru would have shoved them off. The way Suguru had shrink back at the contact had Satoru feeling pitty for the child.

Clearly they have deep love and admiration for him, but it wasn't given back to them.

Satoru had a hunch about how Suguru felt about his sibling. And he really wanted to be wrong.

But clear as day, Suguru held the same ill feelings towards them, just as he did towards non-sorcerers. He couldn't understand the meaning behind his reason for the feelings. If you took the gifts he possessed away, he would be just like the rest.

Watching the two stand as Suguru scolded the hurt and shivering kid, glancing between the two. There was no doubt in the world, they were related. The similarities between them, was outstanding. Same nose, brows, mouth shape, and eye shape, even the way they stood was the same. Only difference between the two was eye color. While Suguru had purple, they had a deep burgundy.

"Hey, let's take them to the nurse," Satoru spoke up, the tension in the air was starting to suffocate him. And the paleness of the younger Geto was starting to concern him.

"No, I'll take them back home," Suguru spoke quickly, with hurry he pride the fingers off his waist. A low cry coming from the action, "I hurt, cant we go somewhere closer?"

"No, you have to understand your actions half consequences. Now, come monkey, yo- Is that my shirt?"

Suguru hadn't paid much attention to the kids appearance, let alone what they had been wearing.

But when he caught a glimpse of the familiar swirls of purple, red and blues on the front of the shirt. He felt his blood start too boil, taking a step back, taking in there appearance.

He hadn't noticed before how much they had been trying to look like him. The shirt was his, though it hung a little low, the sweats that flaired out at the top, and the hair.

"When did you cut your hair?" He questioned, earning a noise from Satoru, "I think the hair is the leas-"

"Answer me." Suguru could feel his anger rising, how dare this monkey, this no good curse collecting-monkey, try and become like him or even wear his clothes.

He will have to burn them at this point. He can't stand the thought of wearing something they had worn. A shiver running down his spine at the thought, "Why did you cut your hair?"

Satoru couldn't believe what was happening, his fists clenched and unclenching, he had enough of Suguru behaving like this towards you. He put up with a lot when they went on missions together and had to use spray to "Get rid of the stench," and calling everyone that wasn't like them names.

But the fact that you were bleeding out, and clearly not in good shape to even speak, let alone you were a kid. He had to step in and stop this before you passed out.

"I..that's w..why I, I don't understand why that matters." Your lip was starting to quiver. Your body hurt, your head hurt and your arm felt like it was torn off.

And Suguru looked so upset with you, sure you had went against his words, but you wanted to show him something. Along with wanting to see him, was it wrong to want to see your older brother, "I'm sorry about your clothes, I'll wash them," You wouldn't cry, you couldnt cry.

Suguru wouldn't cry or be this pathetic, so you can't be either. Sucking in a breath the best you could, 'my lungs are on fire' you thought to yourself.

"What good will that do?! The shirt is soaked in blood, why did you come here monkey? What were you thinking, you little monkey. Are you crying?" His voice had been going up in volume, till he saw the first of many tears rolling down your face.

Taking in a shaken breath, you mumbled "I just wanted to be like you." If it wasn't for the pain, and looking down at the ground to hide your tears. You'd have missed the most distasteful and sour look on your beloved brothers face.

Before he went to speak, Satoru stepped in front of you, glaring down at Suguru, "We need to go, now, this is enough."

And with that, Satoru picked you up, much to your dismay as you cried to your brother. Who was walking in the opposite direction, walking away from you and your stench.

"Sug!! Why.. what did I do?" You sobbed against Satoru shoulder, your brother stopped at your words, your chest tightening.

He turned around, wearing his signature smirk, Satoru turned you both around to face him. Your eyes shining at Suguru shining face, his mood doing a total 180.

"I'm going to go find the lowlife that harmed you monkey! No one harms you at all," He spoke with determination in his voice, though at your awed face and his shining.

Satoru knew he was faking this all, Suguru was the king, if not the founder of being fake. Of showing a whole other side after another, though he saw it the most when he interacted with non sorcerers. The fact that you were so naive and gullible, that you couldn't see through it. Pained him, turning around having enough of Suguru, as you shouted, "Oh..that makes sense." Though after a few steps, he felt your body go limp.

That's when he started to pick up his pace, breaking out into a dead sprint as he felt your breathing slowing. In his head thinking about how if Suguru cared, you wouldnt be staining his clothes with blood. How if he cared, he wouldn't have scolded you as the color from your face started to drain.

"Can't have anyone else harm you monkey, besides me of course," Suguru spoke aloud, on his way to the soda machines. Humming a sweet tune, "What will I eat tonight?"

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Getting done with Naive and Gullible

Heartbreak will be out sometime this week/weekend. Just got to add the finishing touches, and edit some parts.

Chapter 3: HEARTBREAK

Naive and Gullible series

Master list

| Characters: Geto Suguru, GN Reader, Gojo Satoru

| Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

| WARNINGS ⚠️: brief mention of abuse, fighting, cursing, manipulation, crying, mention of blood, mention of suicide.

| note: Hello! Sorry it took so long for the next part, I've been busy and trying to decide how I was going to do this next part. And also decide what their curse technique would be and how it would work as well. But I hope everyone enjoys it!

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"How long has it been?"

"Only two weeks, they're acting like he was killed."

"He should be, he murdered a whole town, and for what? Children?" A scoff was heard from the other women, her head shaking at the sentence.

"That's why? Were they like him, or were they.." The older woman directed her eyes toward the closed door, signalling what she wanted to say out loud, but didn't have the guts.

"Him."

"That explains it, still they nee-"

The young Geto, had had enough of it all. From the two women on the outside talking rather loudly, from the pitty stares of their family an friends, the gossip and hushed whispers heard from outside the room.

Taking a shaky step up from their bed, they slowly walked towards the door. Sliding it open ever so gently.

The two housemaids fell into silence at the sound of the door sliding open. Both eyes widened,at the appearance of a blood shot eye staring at them.

"Leave, both of you," The voice said in a whisper, the cold tone had them taking a step back. As if the voice had the power to do harm, "Are you deaf? Leave!"

The shout had echoed down the hall, the women jumping at the sudden volume of it. In the rather quit hall, was now filled with heavy breathing from three parties. And the watchful eyes of one.

"We are sorry miss, we will leave this area." The older one to the right spoke first, giving a little bow. Before grabbing the other by the sleeve and trying to make an exit.

If the women were wise enough. They would had hidden the rolled eyes and twisted faces of disgust for when they had their backs fully turned. Or were out of sight of the young fragile kid.

But Y/N had noticed the facial expressions and the pulled back lips that formed in a sneer. Fully standing, grabbing the door for support. They slid it open further, a firm strong grip on it. Anger rushing through their veins and adrenaline, clinching their fist around the wood.

Hearing a crash, the sound of wood splitting, and heavy breathing. Had both of the women halting in their tracks, a cold chill ran down their spins. A pair of eyes burning into the back of their heads.

The flight or fight response was over taking their senses. Making them unaware of the person that was standing at the other end of the hall. Watching and observing the whole ordeal, from the very start.

Hands clutched towards their chests, ever so slowly turning around to witness the scene in front of them.

The door had been knocked off the track. Large splinters of wood scattered and sprawled out on the floor. Eyes moving towards, the young and heartbroken figure. As they took deep breaths in and out, their hair matted on one side of their head.

Tear stained face, their face bruised, and blood running down their arm. A gasp falling from parted lips at the state of the child.

Deep nail marks littered their face, one that was deep over the left eye. That from first glance, it was already starting to scar and leave it's trace behind. The two women side eyed each other, silently thinking that the rumors they had heard were true.

The rumors amongst the estate. How the young child had been clawing at their face, wailing, "I see him! Make him leave!" As they clawed and struck there face, took multiple people to restrain them from clawing their eyes out.

They got to the point of handcuffing them to their bed, till they said they wouldn't do it anymore.

"Just leave the grounds! Now!" They shouted, lunging towards them. The women covered their faces, hands raising to should themselves from an attack. A scream breaking through, but not from the women. The women backed up, their backs hitting the wall, as Y/N laid in a heap on the ground.

A weak sob broke out and took over their body. Hands covering their face, in shame with how things have turned out for them.

'Why did you attack them? Don't hurt others, just cuz you got hurt from someone.'

Shame for taking their anger and sadness out on others. Even if they were talking bad about them.

"You heard, leave the grounds," Gojo spoke behind the two women, who jumped at his sudden voice. Turning their heads towards him, and glancing at one another. Quickly making their way out of the building, making sure to never come back again.

Watching the door slam shut, Gojo sighed, his shoulders dropping down as his blue eyes peered his glasses at the young child. "Hey, when was the last time you showered?"

Cocking his head to the side as a piece of the door was thrown at him. Letting a huff out at the action, focusing on the person that was curled up on the floor. Hands covering their face, as they laid on the cold hardwood.

Their fingers spreading apart, red eyes looking back at him. A shiver ran down his own spine, the emotions or lack their of in their eyes were giving him a bang of fear.

Shaking his head weakly, his own hair falling in front of his eyes at the action. As his hair on his body stood up at the intense stare from the red eye kid.

Can't be scared of them, they need help. Satoru thought, squatting down in front of them.

"Go away Satoru," You spoke, the tall man in front of you tilted his head, "You look like a pigeon, now shoo." You waved your hand towards him, the bandages loosening from the action.

Without a second glance in his direction, you stood up but giving up once you felt your knees start to shake.

Instead of walking, you decided to crawl back into your room, "Let me re bandage your wrists," He mumbled, walking in behind you, as he was greeted with a rather dark and cold room.

His eyes adjusting to the lack of light, glancing around he could make out holes in the wall. Clothes thrown everywhere, broken glass and torn apart pictures.

"Where is the light? How can you see in this?"

"I just know where everything is, now get out."

"No, I told you, I'm re-dressing your bandages."

"No, you're not, let my wounds get infected."

"You'll get sick or even die," Satoru stated, the statement going over his own head. A groan falling from your lips, he could be so clueless at times. "That's the whole point" You lowly grunted out, a small "Oh," being heard behind you in response.

Satoru stepped around carefully, moving his hands along the wall, trying to find the switch to see better.

"I know you can see perfectly fine with out the light," You lounged on your bed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"I know the whole six eyes and limitless. Your probably able to make out everything in here better then I."

"Oh, so you know about my technique?" Satoru said smuggly, as he finally found the switch for the light.

Only for it not to come on, "Shit."

Taking off his glasses, he could make out your smug smile, a giggle running through the room. He started looking around the room, trying to find the bandage wrap.

"Six eyes, right? Does that mean you have six eyes?"

"Haha, youre so funny. I'm able to tell apart people by their cursed energy, along with knowing what their technique is as well. There is a lot too it, sometimes I feel like I don't know all of it, to be completely honest. "

"Do the glasses help you tone it down?"

"Yeah, so to speak, give me your arm."

Silence fell between the two, Satoru started to unwrap the bandage. Old Blood and new had covered the bottom of the white cloth, "When was the last time you changed theses? There's old blood an dirt, and just, it's disgusting." Satoru stated, his voice raising with each word concern, he was confused why they were so dirty.

"Someone should be coming to change these, why ha-"

"I threatened the doctor, he clearly listened."

Silence fell back between the two, Satoru resumed redressing the old bandages. After 10 minutes, the old were brand new. Gently patting their wrist, a nod of approval from Satoru on the work done.

Silence was still between the two, as the young kid turned around and laid in bed. Securing the blanket tighter around them, Satoru stayed through the night. Even when all he heard was weak sobs that turned into light snores.

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An for two weeks, that's how things went for the two. Satoru would come over, throw away the old and put new bandages on. The both came to welcome the new routine, Y/N even started to look forward to 530pm. It was and will always be the only time, Satoru Gojo was on time for something.

As time passed, and the wounds started to heal, they two slowly started to drift closer. And find comfort in one another, "Will you help me clean my room?" They asked one, Tuesday evening, over the course of the routine. They had started to clean their room, throwing away the broken glass and wood. Getting rid of the accumulating trash, an even the old furniture.

Without a sound Satoru, started to pick up the small table, opening the door to start moving it outside. He knew what you meant, you wanted everything out. And start brand new, "My brother, he .. he helped decorate my room when I was born." You had confessed to him, tears brimming your eyes, "I tried to kill myself that night. After you had left, I was just sitting in here. I have reminders of him, everywhere I look, it's Suguru Geto. My face, being the constant reminder, but the second.. I'm living in it."

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Now after that, the both of you were remodeling it, throwing out the furniture, tearing the wallpaper off the walls and starting over.

It took another two weeks to get everything in order, what color and theme you wanted.

The walls were a light blue, and the bedding a rich grey, the furniture was all oak .

"We did a good job, though I'm surprised we pulled it off in such a short amount of time," Satoru sung with praise and awe, the roll of your eyes couldn't even damper the mood. A light smile on your lips, "Thank you," You whispered in appreciation.

He only hummed as the two of you ate apple slices, a small peaceful silence falling between the both of you.

You were too lost in thought, to notice the intense stare coming from Satoru. His eyes trailing up and down your figure, forehead crinkled with thought.

He couldn't see your cursed energy, an he wasn't sure why not. When he first met you, it was faint, if he hadn't had time to focus on your wounds. He was sure he would have missed it. Yet right now, there was nothing, not even a single trace of it.

That night, the night Suguru had chosen his fate, their was an abundance of it. Through that night it had kept getting stronger, he was almost shocked by how no one had ever picked up on it. In front of your parents and even the elders, running around frantically and talking in hush voices.

No one, had spoken or uttered a word, of the cursed energy flooding the room.

So, why wasn't he able to since anything now? Why wasnt anyone else able to see it or even feel it that night?

"If you keep scowling your going to get wrinkles," Your voice breaking his train of thought, popping an apple slice in your mouth.

With a roll of his eyes, (though you couldnt see it,) his face relaxing, tilting his head, "Can I ask you a question? Or more of a request."

Freezing at his question, a flashback of your brother asking you the same thing before causing pain for you. Clearly your throat before composing yourself, though Satoru noticed the brief fear that crossed your face, "Didn't you already ask a question? Just now, you did."

"Do you know you can manipulate your cursed energy?" Satoru decided to blurt out, there wasn't any other way that he could think of, to tell you that you can manipulate your cursed energy. Along with manipulating everyone else, into thinking that you didn't have any.

"What? I.. I don't have cursed energy though," You stuttered out, what was he talking about? You didn't have anything, you couldn't even see those creatures without being on the verge of death.

"Are you sure? C-Cause, I w-was always, oh wow I can't breath," You panicked, your chest tightening at this news. You didn't have cursed energy, you never did, that's why your brother didn't like you. That's why he always called you monkey.

Putting your head between your knees, trying to take deep breaths but it wasnt working at all. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I thought you knew. Here take deep breaths," Satoru was trying to sooth you, and help, but it seemed like he was making it worse. Grabbing your hand as it shakes, he rested it on his chest.

"Following my breathing, in and out," He requested, trying to help you, after a few minutes, your breathing started to even out. The slow shakey breaths evened out , "I'm sorry, I thought you knew," Satoru apologized, his glasses now perched on top of his head. "It's fine, I'm tired." You told him, standing up from the ground and laying on the bed.

Satoru stayed where he was, his legs now crossed, the sun was casting it's golden rays across the room. His mind racing with thoughts, you clearly didn't know neither did anyone else.

As you were laying in bed, cursed energy filling the room. Sniffles filling the air, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

How can someone so powerful, not even feel the energy of it? He thought to himself, but as he leaned against the wall.

Geto Suguru

His eyes snapping open, his name flashing in his head. That's the reason why you were like this, and he was going to help you forget about all the trauma he had caused.

Even if it took him years, he was going to help you.

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Next part: Chapter 4: Megumi? Megoomi.

CHAPTER 3 OF NAIVE AND GULLIBLE

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Most to Least likely to be sentimental (Headcannon) (Part two) (least)

Characters: Nanami, Sukuna, Geto.

Part 1

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Warnings: Cursing, degrading, violence.

Summary: Most to least likely to be sentimental.

AN: Y'all going to be mad at me, for who I think would be the least sentimental.

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GETO: Eh.. not to sentimental

Not SUPER sentimental

He isn't Gojo nor Choso

He did have two twin girls he took care of though

But he didn't ever really keep anything, unless they asked him to keep it

Even then though, he would kind of rotate it out or just toss it to the side after a few days

They never noticed 🤷

So when you came in

He just kind of did the same as he did with the girls

"I made you this," you would say, and he'd nod and accept it

Then remember that you were not a Jujutsu sorcerer and fucking go YEET

JK 👀 unless

If you did hang it up, he would leave it there, honestly wouldnt even notice it unless you or the girls pointed it out

He would wear the clothing you made, even earrings, scarfs, headbands etc.

Though he wouldnt care if he did misplace or lose them

He would though unless you started to cry.. maybe.

"Why are you crying?" " You lost those earrings I made you" "That just gives you more of an excuse to make more"

And he regrets saying that truthfully told

If he did keep anything from dates, it would be photocards from photo booths, maybe little stuffed animals, anything that you can get at those gift shops

Maybe.. it's iffy.

Just go behind his back, and start hanging your paintings, drawings, decorations. Man won't notice

He would though keep something if it's of him, you drew him? Front and center in the walk way, starts making a damn shrine for the drawings

You then start to see why him and Gojo got along, they both 100%

Would fuck themselves, their so into themselves it's.. it's insane

SUKUNA: Ha.. HA nope

...

This is Sukuna

Just.. no

Motherfucker would scuff if you gave him something that WASNT diamonds or jewels

"I made you this pain-" straight up glances at it and uses his cutting technique on it

"Disgusting" .

Don't even try to make him anything, unless... It fits his aesthetic.

Truthfully speaking, unless it had to do with inflating his ego and/or praising him

Yet again like Geto and all the other full of themselves guys in jujutsu kaisen

He won't keep anything

Like... Nothing

Very possessive

Though, if you made something for someone else.. THEN

Will keep everything, an throw a fit if you didn't give him it

Just over all, not sentimental, doesn't care at all unless it feeds his ego

Even then though, it's just for show

Don't get ya hopes up at that point cuz they'll come crashing down when he tosses it in the trash and looks at you with a dead expression

NANAMI: GOD.. I LEAST SENTIMENTAL IM SORRY

I DONT SEE THIS MAN BEING VERY SENTIMENTAL WITH THINGS

At all, would not keep the movie tickets, nor the stuffed animal you won for him, no jewelry, no paintings

"Why would I keep.them? They're garbage anyways."

Even if ya did hang something on the wall, I see him being so anal about it causing damage to the wall he would take it down and scold ya

"You'll damage the wall, I would to have my security deposit back,"

"I'll use something else the-"

"Honey... The adhesive may tear the paint" 😭😭🥲

He doesn't have a huge ego, so even if you drew him, painted something for him that was after himself, I don't think he'd keep it then.

"You keep it, you made it"

"It's for you though"

🤔😐 honestly tries to think of a way to tell you he doesn't want it, without being mean

I think the only way...he would keep something, is if it like idk, struck a cord in his heart

Or if he saw Gojo with it, and Gojo was going around bragging

"Your lover made me this!" "What?" Takes it back in a heartbeat and stashes it somewhere

In truths I just don't see him being sentimental with anything that you may make him, dating sites, shows, etc.

He doesn't come across like someone like that, doesn't mean he wouldnt love you any less. Be just... Doesn't hold value over little things such as that, in a relationship.

Doesn't mean he wouldn't be a great boyfriend/husband. Most certainly caring but he is pretty .. uptight at times.

BUT I STILL LOVE HIM 😍

Helium balloon

Characters: Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami

Type: Headcannon

Anime: jujutsu kaisen

Warnings: none? One curse word.

Summary: Helium, Helium balloons. An instant party favorite. Who would enjoy it, an how they would react.

GOJO:

Imagine him on helium

He already annoying, an obnoxious, give him a balloon that will alter his voice for a couple seconds

An he will become worse then a 5 year old that becomes OBSESSED with the balloon with 'funny voice powers'

Highly recommend keeping those balloons away from him

Megumi once popped all those balloons at a grocery store once, to prevent Gojo from buy them.

" Satoru, please for the love of everything holy. Shut up," You groaned as he rubbed the balloons together, his face twisting with joy at the sheer annoyance it was causing with everyone in the facility room.

A small plastic knife zoomed passed you, Uthamie sighing in vain as it bounced off from Gojo shield. "Tsk, I was going to give you some of this Helium but nevermind," Satoru informed her, bitting the end of the balloon an sucking out the gas that was going to make him annoying an bothersome.

"Yet, I'll keep it all to myself, oh is.. is that MY voice?"

A roar of laughter over took the room, at Satoru shocked an confused face at the state of his voice. His eyebrows raised, an his eyes widening at the sound, taking in another large inhale.

"Baby, what about with sexy time, I talk to you like this? Ya wan-" He was cut off by Nanami knocking him out of his chair, a surprise yelp. "Why are you in love with him again?" Mei Mei asked, a dry tone to her voice, as she watched with what seemed like amusement at seeing Gojo chasing you around with his very high voice.

TOJI:

Didn't believe anyone that it would alter your voice

He didn't really have a good childhood, nor was allowed to have any fun. Cuz the Zenin Clan SUCKS.

So when he saw a balloon, an you slightly bit the bottom an inhaled deeply

He was concerned

"Hello, Toji!" You squealed, laughing hysterically at your voice. An a second later doubling over at the expression on his face as he took a shocking step back. This being the first time seeing him off guard, an not knowing what to do in this case.

"W..what.. I... The fuck?! ARE YOU OKAY?!" He questioned in a rush he bolted towards you, his hands examining you an see if you had an cuts.

You felt bad for laughing, but this just made it even more difficult for you to breath. While he took the balloon an started to expect it, "Oh, Oh.. just.. it's the gas in the balloon. Try it." You offered, holding the balloon out, the sound of the gas leaving it.

"No."

Slightly pushing it away, a stern tone on his face. "Come on, please."

With a heavy sigh, he took it, inhaling deeply before speaking, "Se-" He started an then stopped at the state of his voice. Too say, he was NOT enthused by this, would be lying.

Anytime after that, he would point out the balloons

An ask in tiny, "Does that have the gas?"

Bought 10 balloons, an you had to tell him NOT to do it all the time.

GETO: (non possessed zombie puppet Geto)

Actually likes them, he was best friends with Gojo for a few years

An got a little too into them for the most part

"SURPRISE!" Geto shouted, jumping out from behind the couch, balloons an a small cake trailing from behind him. "What ..what is this for?" You stuttered out, surprised by the sudden sight when you walked in from a long day of dealing with children.

"It's for... Being so great, an okay, yeah the cake was discounted along with the balloons..an I thought it would be nice."

"You just want to suck the helium out, don't you?" You questioned, your body feeling heavier then before you walked in to the surprise.

With a quick nod of his head, he handed you the small cake with a fork already on top. He offered the helium to you first, an with a shrug you took a deep inhale, "Work was shit, a little kid threw up on my shoes."

A small giggle was heard from Geto, at the sound of your voice. Taking the balloon away, he spoke, "Well now, you get to deal with another kid! Me and Gojo!"

You walked out the door, once you say Gojo walk into the living room with a balloon in hand. "Hello, my best friends lover!"

Nanami:

Would not tolerate it from Gojo, or anyone else

Maybe besides Itadori, but would give him a speech about maturity an how helium is bad for you.

But if a buzz kill, but would let you an Itadori have fun with it.

"Just make sure you don't inhale too much," He warned as you an Itadori had a sing off, Nobara an Megumi sitting on the couch watching. Nobara shouting an encouraging you on, while trash talking Itadori. An poor Megumi, sitting there watching his sensei partner with a high pitched voice having a sing off with his student.

"YOU CALL THAT A HIGH NOTE?! MEGUMI DIVINE DOGS CAN CARRY A NOTE BETTER THEN YOU!" Nobara hollered at Itadori, him in return rolling his eyes, "Then you try it!" He offered, holding out the balloon.

"Ew no, I want my own balloon not yours with your cooties!"

With a giggle, you skipped back over to Nanami his face being covered by the news paper he was reading. Peaking over it, his brows were furrowed as he read the stories. "Hey, wanna try this?" You coaxed, holding the balloon above your head for him too see it.

With a roll of his eyes, he took the balloon, silence fell in the room at the action.

"There, that's my voice." He spoke, a roar of laughter an a smile breaking on Megumi face at Nanami.

JJK SPOILERS

I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY GOTH BABT CHOSO I WILL FIGHT GEGE

SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA

DONT YOU FUCJING DAR GEGE !! DONT YOU FUCKINNGG DARE DO THIS TO US

JJK MANGA SPOILERS CHAPTER 236 BELOW CUT 😭

This is all my own opinion by the way, screenshots are my own, and please feel more then welcomed to give your view as well :).

Well for starters, I truly believe that Gojou is dead, everyone is there in his “dream” at the airport. But some take seats, I wonder what gojou told whomp to tell megumi about his dad? That if he were to die and what to tell him? Gojo admitting that SUKUNA IS strong and that he was holding back on him, which I do believe, and even admitting without the ten shadows he still wouldn’t have won. But Getou, saying “does it matter?” After satoru asked if it was a dream, maybe this is something similar that happened with him when Toji killed him but we never saw anything. Maybe, he is having one last moment before he comes back? Idk… it’s something though. He clearly is having regrets though. Regrets of losing his best friend, regrets with megumi, regrets with Nanami, Yaga is there, even others. All his regrets are in this airport.

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I believe, that we can all agree with gojo. That, no matter what or who you speak to about things, you still can’t make others understand what you are going through in life or in general. It’s just like with Toji, satoru and sukuna, those three would really be the only ones to somewhat understand the isolation they went through.

3. NOW NANAMI SAID IT, we all know what happened with Getou, I would also include noya or whatever you spell it but that was due to him not dying from cursed energy. A curse can possess a body, though you gotta have something I bet, idk I just found it interesting they included that…why even say it 👀👀👀… I’m reaching I know but idc. Plus ya know … SUKUNA brought Yujii back 👀

4. Though, they said it twice already, everyone in that airport lounge has regrets, Yaga with his students and maybe with how his technique works with using people souls and making them into cute toys. Saturo for obvious reasons, same with Getou. Nanami, with his bestie Yu, and probs with shibuya, riko and the maid (I can’t remember her name 😭, I’ll edit it once I find it again). But … a room full of people with regrets, but I want to know if there are others that have regrets that are dead aka Nobara. And they are all their younger selfs, is that when Satoru had the most regrets when he was young? I wonder if it plays a factor in it all, when it all started and how it started, it most certainly does it when everything went down hill.

5. MY MANS AHHHHHHHH, I … really don’t think gojou will come back.. he clearly is now at rest .. sort of, he is in a room full people he loves and missed. He doesn’t want it to be a dream but.. at the same time, I think something will happen in the following chapters where he comes back. Or something tries to take over his body, his essence someone tries to use it (look what happened to Toji with the beginning of the arc) I just don’t see this .. beginning the end. But I also DO see it beginning the end for Satoru Gojou.

6. Now, if I’m understanding this right, basically Mahgora adapated to his technique, but was trying to adapt to his infinity to get through it? If, they were able to break through that, then … game over for our man. But he was going PAST that, he had to get past everything else to get through to it, … so really the whole time they weren’t trying to adapt to his techniques but the infinity instead?? so when he had an opening when he was letting his guard down.. he took? Idk, I’m still trying to figure it out AND I’m just… in denial but want to be DULULU. Idk, if anyone can dumb it down that would be GREAT. Also, I wonder if this is how the battle between the zenin clan and gojou clan ended 👀

7. My last thing…..

I wanna beat Gege ass like .. he can’t STOP ALL OF IS. WHY TAKE OUR MAN AWY. I KNEW THERE WAS A REASOM JE CAME OUT TO BEAUTIFUL. LOWKEY though it looks like

He smiling.. home boy at rest.

im fucking screaming at my pillow right now

bully ; suguru geto

summary : he was a bully to you back in highschool. now he bullies you in his bed.

warning : sloppy first kisses, geto doesn’t respect personal space lmfaoo

update : second act

first act ; kissed

You wished someone actually warned you about how scary boys can be. It was partially your fault since the striking red signs your friends hinted from their vent, you chose to listen to them half-assed; they kept on complaining yet never leaving their partners - you thought they were rubbing off the fact that you were wet behind your ears, still.

But you were beginning to understand why your friends acted like that. Those weren’t words of anger but frustration. The sort of feeling when you were still a kid, your older siblings would make fun of your little lisp - you couldn’t be angry because you knew they were only teasing.

By the end of the day, you’d be rewarded with a bigger treat.

Thus the reason why he was able to do as he pleased to his heart content.

“Hmm? Where are you looking?” He was so much taller than you and his height alone was enough to tower over you - you couldn’t look anywhere past the shelves behind him because if you didn’t, then you lost to him. Since it was impossible to not see his three top buttons were unclasped.

White skin, visible blue veins, and the beautiful arc of his throat. He cornered you just where he desired - your back faced the wall while he stood only 3 steps from you.

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BLOSSOMS OF INK (I)┊TATTOO ARTIST!GETO

❍ pairing : f. reader x Getō Suguru

❍ genre : fluff, smut

❍ word count : 8.9k

❍ summary : suguru and satoru run a studio together. little did you know you were getting out of there with a new work of art on your skin and a date with the tattoo artist up your sleeve.  ❍ content warning : pet names (petal, angel), reader has tattoos, long and curly hair, teasing, mention of nipple piercings (gojo), dick piercing (geto), oral (f and m receiving), doggystyle, choking kink

tags : @suget @yuujilove @getosbunny​ @goodsoupp​

♡ : hi everyone! this is the first part of my upcoming series about tattoo artist!geto. I must say this has become one of my favourite things to work on. hope you’ll like this one and see you soon with other parts!  

feedback and any type of interactions are super appreciated !

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yo does anyone has the name of a geto suguru smut fic that goes like reader is studying finances or sum like that and suguru wants to get in her pants and it's really competitive. and they "hate" each other

and then like in one part, geto organizes a car washing event with satoru and other guys shirtless and all soapy to raise funds and piss reader off

it's a bet-enemies to lovers kind of situation going on

oh and the header of the fic it's a suguru fanart that has a bright pink background me thinks

PLS HELP ME FIND IT

a/n: geto has glasses in this / based on what i wrote below for someone:

On Sunday morning, the sun seeps into the blinds we argued over (you let me choose in the end) and there is a ripe clementine on the kitchen top. I relish at having woken up before you (because you said how European people are always early birds. Birds can oversleep too.), and seeing the mess of blonde and the freckles you said you hated so much.

My thumb rubs away something on your face like how I’d peel away at the fruit and I use a little too much force. In the next hour it happens again and you laugh at how the juice misses your eye by an inch.

“Thank God I have my glasses on your bedside table, at least. I’ll wear it after.” And after the mundane statement and a graze of your lips on my cheek, I realise how much I like having your things on my furniture and a just-ripe clementine for sharing each time the sun awakens.

wc: 0.7k

the sun is burning when you wake up, back slick with sweat when you rouse from slumber, and you catch the culprit sinking more and more into your rear: geto suguru, one of the special grade sorcerers and a teacher at his alma mater, mumbling into your neck.

it’s a sight to see, to be honest — you’ve seen his demeanour with enemy curse users, with satoru at times — it’s nothing like how geto is when he’s with you.

a flip switched even when he senses you, because he always has a curse guarding you. his eyes soften and his features relax and sometimes he can feel his curses leaving his body with how unstable his heart is and he finds it so hard to control his cursed energy.

sleepily, you inch away from his warm body before sitting up, huffing out a sigh at how your shirt sticks to your back. you’re not complaining, but sleeping in was something you cherished, and waking up sweaty is not the best way to go about it.

you find that your body is warm like helios, but your heart burns brighter than the god’s rays that filter through the blinds that geto let you choose. you have to clutch onto your heart, shaky breaths leaving you.

because you’ve shared a bed so many times, but you still feel like the you who resided in the basketball court, watching suguru practise his shots. your cheeks are flushing from hearing him say this is for you! and then almost missing it if it wasn’t for his curses helping him.

“sweetheart? what’s up?” geto is groggy in the morning, voice scratchy and raspy from the lack of use (he doesn’t sleeptalk like gojo). you shake your head, letting your lover wrap his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your nape.

“just thinking ’bout how much i love you,” you mumble quietly, putting your hands to your face and screaming into it, feeling a smile upon your neck. “you’re so sweet and so cute and hot and—”

“you just take care of me so well.” the last part is a little sentimental, now a little embarrassed at your outburst. geto notices this, easily manoeuvring you into his lap.

“baby. of course i do,” the other removes your hands from your face, kissing both of them before putting them around his shoulders. “i’d die before i put my needs before yours.”

“if you wish to be the stars, then i’ll become the night sky that wraps around you. if you’re a praying mantis, i’d give you my body to eat up.”

you make a face at that, pushing him away at that disgusting image he put in you and he laughs; he sounds like everything right in your life and it’s like you don’t know what disgust is anymore.

“gross. and cheesy. and also was that an oral joke?”

it’s later when geto says that instead, although just the first word, because you absolutely suck at peeling oranges and clementines; you insist on doing it. you’re digging your thumbs all the wrong ways into the fruit and you burst out laughing as another spurt of juice meets with geto’s face.

it just barely misses his eye and he just narrows his eyes at you, reaching for the clementine. you just put it further and further from him, chairs scraping the floor from the chaotic scene.

although suguru is insistent on taking the fruit from you, he lets you win anyway, because it’s so natural to him. video games, random races, rock, paper, scissors. god, he’d let you win at the stupidest games. and with this simple gesture, he knows you want to take care of him.

so while there’s a scowl on his face, you know he never means it when you chase him around the house with a half peeled clementine and juices spraying from how badly you peel it and booming laughter at how he frantically puts on his glasses.

you know suguru could never mean it as long as his glasses take its place beside your phone (and his), as long as there’s clementines in a grocery bag — and as you pop a wedge of the orange fruit into his mouth and the sweet flavour of the citrus floods his mouth, geto suguru hopes you’ll never share your uneven slices with anyone but him.

— reservations

"table for two, please." the words spill from geto's lips before he can help it. force of habit, he curses himself.

he isn't given enough time to correct himself, waiter nodding and beaming at him, happy to help. they can’t pull the truth out of his throat though. instead, the waiter strides forward to a window table, open and barren, a pair of menus in hand.

there's something reminiscent of a smile on geto’s face as he offers his thanks, partly awkward, partly small. it doesn't sit right on such a man. all simple charm and easy grace, the waiter had expected nothing less than confidence and allure. but the single sentence, single word, saps the energy from geto and he finds himself falling clumsily into his seat, hip pressing against the glass beside him. it digs into his skin, cool to the touch and slowly starting to sting.

a gentle "excuse me? sir?" snaps geto out of his trance, gaze fixated on something outside. cobbled pavements, twinkling yellow streetlights and freshly painted benches, no other can seem to catch sight of what he does. the image morphs however, for he turns to the waiter and sees you. the softness of your eyes which always tended to crease around him, the texture of your skin which he had traced countless times before, the curve of your lips which he had kissed so lovingly.

it takes a harsh blink and a sharp shake of his head for your image to twist, geto’s eyes clenching shut even if for just a second. hair lengthening and face rounding, you distort into that of the waiter once more. there's a cautious, too perky smile on their face and their eyes shine with sympathy. geto doesn't know what to do, doesn’t know how to explain no, he hadn't been stood up. for you weren't coming in the first place, you hadn't stood next to him for a while now.

another thing geto doesn't know is why he does it. maybe it's a farewell, he thinks, trying to fool himself, all too aware it's nothing more than second nature as he orders two dishes. he had always known your favourites - colour, animal, people, anything. food was just another category to add to the list. geto had indulged you for the duration of your relationship; he had taken to hiding your choice of snacks in his jacket pockets, and filling his hands with the very takeout you so craved on miserable days in. no matter what, you were guaranteed to be on his mind.

you hadn't expected to see geto suguru - the ex you desperately hated to think about, the ex you desperately hated calling your ex - at the quaint little restaurant. you’d shared it with him only once, attempting and failing to stifle down the excitement in your voice as he agreed to the suggestion. though, you supposed, tearing your stare away from geto to the date you were currently on, he had always been awfully perceptive, knowing your preferences from your go-to drink order at the local cafe to here, the restaurant that held too many memories for anyone's good.

"something wrong?" your date smiles too wide, bared teeth cutting through your distracted thoughts and a careful hand covers your own. you can’t help the reaction that escapes your throat, ragged exhale hardly able to be called a gasp. your hand is quick to slip out from their reach, dropping limply, pathetically, into your lap. their voice, their touch is nothing more than wrong and your eyes soon find the picture of geto once more, ignoring the churn of your stomach as you drink him in - the slope of his nose which you had enjoyed pressing a kiss to just to see it scrunch up cutely, the gorgeous locks of hair which you had tangled your fingers through so often, the shine of his eyes, so distinct and familiar, warm with love.

"sorry," you stammer, words dropping carelessly, "i don’t, i can't do this, 'm sorry."

you move without thought, weakened legs making your knees knock together as you stumble over to the table by the window. your chest aches with each painful hammer of your heart, pulsing and thrashing against your ribcage the way it always did around geto. you can’t help but embrace the reminder of your obvious, lingering feelings fully. no one else could make you feel such a way.

“suguru,” the name slips out of your mouth as easily as an exhale, unprepared for what to say next. you hope your muddled mind can figure it out before the alarm bells can start ringing, pounding.

you don’t need to. geto sighs out a call of your name in response, familiar and light. his eyes are wide as he drinks in the sight of you, lovely albeit rattled. there’s something slightly panicked in your gaze, your breaths are heavy and lips parted so slightly. they tell him the fact of the matter, convince him that standing before him is you. truly. for once not a ghost of the past. and yet despite your imperfections and worries and jolting nerves, geto thinks you’re incredible. better even than how his golden memories dared to place you in front of him.

“please sit,” he gestures, voice rumbling straight through to your heart, calming as ever even if the gentle hitch gave away his nerves, “i got your favourite.”

geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

wc: 2.9k

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him. 

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

♡

i need geto to grab my chin, stroke my cheek with his thumb, then spit in my mouth. maintaining eye contact the whole time? ugh. he’d de say “good girl”

ST☆RGIRL

a/n: yuuuum anon u guys r giving me the best ideas. also combining this with the geto in the brother’s bsf universe bc a lot of u have been asking for pt. 2, altho asking for a part two is pretty annoying. but i wanted to do a second one anyway lol. i made our brother gay btw + read the first part here / tagging @omgeto @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @slttygeto @kazushawty @peachsayshi

wc: 3.7k

warnings: secret relationship(?), soft dom!geto, reader is not a virgin but it’s her first time with geto, you almost get caught but it’s mild, dry humping / grinding, nipple play, spitting (in your mouth), praise, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

sneaking around your brother wasn’t exactly easy, given how they were almost always together by the day — if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were dating instead. the only time you had geto to yourself was in the middle of the week when your brother had gone back to pack more things and to visit his boyfriend, a sure time that you’d show up beaming and excited in front of their double dorm room while geto only gives you a lazy smile, tugging you into the room immediately. sometimes it was the other way when your roommate went home for the weekend, geto knocking on your door in a wife beater and sweats, a small grin and reddened cheeks from running over; the prospect of hanging out with you always gets him speeding over.

his room was for wednesdays, yours for the weekend. a sweet little arrangement for the both of you.

now, geto suguru was the best boyfriend. he made sure you were always okay with his touches, his kisses. he had a silent way of caring, covering the top of your head when you reached down to pick up something under the table, refilling the trusty mug of water you brought around in the small dorm of yours, tidying up your table for the immense studying you’d be doing. it was the little things that you never noticed before you got addicted to him, but now it’s all you can think about when you gush about him to your friends.

and well, maybe, how good he was at teasing you.

no doubt suguru has had experience with other people before from how he always has you wanting more after a simple kiss, lips separating from yours to shoot you a quick smile and a gesture of manoeuvring you onto his lap. his touches are never-ending, rough, large hands spanning the beauty of your body as he names off feature after feature he’s noticed mature since you’ve both grown into adults. he makes the idea of wearing clothes abolutely offensive, grinding up into your centre and watching you fall apart, only to stop when he feels your hands tighten around his shirt.

geto knows you’re not ready, not when you’re doing some pulling away of your own as his hands creep towards your chest, fingers closing around his wrist before he can reach the buttons of your pants. all you can give him is a flustered smile, stuttering out an excuse with frantic hands. he just lets you — swallowing your apologies and tugs you into his embrace and talks about the newest tattoo he got instead — “we can just kiss and grind, baby. you tell me when you want to stop, okay?”

although you never do, makeout sessions always end with your hair in all places, your panties soaked and your lips swollen, not a single line crossed on geto’s side every time. it was an endearing trait of his; he never rushed you, never pressured you into “helping” him out, rather excusing himself to the bathroom quietly.

a smile spreads across your face when your phone lights up, the little profile picture of a sleeping suguru taking centre stage of your phone.

[11:43am, suguru (the bsf and now my BOYF???)]: hey baby, he just left. u wanna come over?

geto doesn’t even need to ask, because you’re already picking up your pre-packed bag and bid goodbye to your roommate who’s deep in her assignment, not noticing you’re gone until she’s shooting you a text after, asking you if you wanted anything for dinner. eating at the boyfriend’s place, no worries! thanks for asking :)

you’ve reached the other block in record time, amongst other many impressive timings, but while you’ve pressed the lift button and trying to catch your breath, the wind is knocked out of you again when the lift doors part and out comes your brother. you’ve never been so quick to come over before, avoiding situations just like this, but your sibling isn’t phased, simply shooting you a greeting.

“hanging with suguru?”

your breath is shaky when you exhale and you hope he doesn’t notice. “yea— yeah!”

his smile is unassuming, a hand outstretched and you barely make his high-five before he bids you goodbye with too loud of a goodbye, keeping up the clueless act until you’re stopping right in front of their door. your boyfriend doesn’t give you time to breathe, either, door swinging open to your dishevelled state and his chuckle would’ve almost buckled your knees if not for the adrenaline running through you.

“i just saw my brother in the elevator — are you insane?”

geto feigns a pout, “not even a kiss for the boyfriend?”

you roll your eyes with a smile and grab the neckline of his t-shirt, but what he says (“well, you’re the one who came running over, sweetheart.”) prompts you to grunt, shoving him away before you collapse face first into the sheets. they smell like you, you notice, but they’re mostly filled with the geto’s natural scent, a calming combination of cinnamon and bergamot. there’s goosebumps on the back of your thighs — suguru runs his hand over it and up to your waist, flipping you onto your side and he coos at your annoyed face, settling into the bed with you.

“okay, no more teasing, hm?” he asks softly and you ignore the jump into your heart. you ignore how his tattoo covered arms are so gentle next to you, how his rougher finger tips brush your hair away like bees on a flower; almost ghost-like, so light, so soft, but you can’t. against your will, you huff, taking his hand silently and holding it, a small frown still present on your face and geto feels bad, now. he leans forward, taking your lips gently and you hate the way how pliantly you obey, sighing as you feel geto move against you.

your hand clutches at the pendant geto bought, a habit you’ve developed every time you feel overwhelmed. it was ironic, too, how the many times you’ve thumbed it was because of geto, and not so much of stressful exams or a weird guy at a party, but that thought’s out the window when geto pulls you onto him, moaning into your mouth when your thighs close in around him.

“you’re okay today, princess?” geto asks against your lips, and there’s no doubt lust swirling in the honey eyes od his — they’re the brightest always in the morning.

“i wanna—” you swallow, “try,” you sit up more comfortably, ignoring the tug in your core, “i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

geto’s brows furrow, “what? no— baby, you’re not making me ‘wait’, if anything i should be the one waiting for you.”

your hands are tense on his chest, he notices, bringing one to his lips before he places a kiss on your palm.

“you shouldn’t be compromising on your comfort to please me, my love,” geto mumbles into your hand, starting to kiss each finger individually until you’re closing your hand around his cheek.

“you’re so pretty,” you mutter softly and you’re jumping in celebrating in your heart when you can feel his skin heat up because your words affect him as much as it did you. you’re leaping for joy because how did you land such a caring lover that would put all your needs first? who’d tell you that you come first in everything—

geto suguru makes this so difficult always, but you’re already firm in your resolution, giving him a solid yes before a small smile spreads across his face, making the act of pulling you down by that same hand. you’re inches away, mind spiralling with how many positions he could put you in but—

there’s a jiggle of the knob on the door and you’re suddenly recoiling.

“are you expecting anyone?”

your boyfriend quickly shakes his head, but he brings you off his lap gently, setting you a safe distance from him. he arranges your hair in place and patting down the wrinkles on your shirt as the other person struggles to open the door and as always, he’s worrying about you, first — until that familiar, booming voice of your brother cuts through the tension and your disappointment is unmatched.

“hey guys!”

geto wanted to roll his eyes, as with you, but your oblivious brother doesn’t take much note of why your chests were heaving and your skin is sweaty, rather setting down his bags full of dirty laundry and the cute anniversary present he was ranting to you about — it felt like your work was undone, reversed, and you’re back to feeling intimidated, no doubt the presence of your brother making you feel like you were doing something sinful.

“so! wait, why do you look so—”

“oh, it’s nothin’, she’s just nervous for her upcoming exam,” geto answers almost immediately, removing the attention from you; it wasn’t entirely false, you realise, giving him a secret smile. “you were saying?”

“oh! yes, so, turns out…”

it’s nearing to the fifteen minute mark where your brother still continues to talk, rambling on about how his boyfriend’s moving date had been moved forward insread, so it was halfway throughout his journey that he got a text saying how it might be too chaotic for them to hang out — boxers, movers, the family dog barking at every stranger.

that heart-twisting, anticipating feeling had subsided by then, and while it was never a dull moment with the two of them, you left that dorm room feeling a little dissatisfied.

“i’m sorry, baby,” geto whispers to you later as your brother takes the chance to pee. he’d volunteer to send you back but the both of you didn’t want to risk anything more.

“next week?” geto asks, a hand to your cheek, “but of course, if you don’t feel it next week either that’s f—”

you give him a small grin, fingers covering his own shaking ones in comfort, “next week.” his lips barely leave your forehead in a peck before the toilet flushes and the door opens; geto teases your brother about not washing his hands and the two bicker just like years ago: hands flying everywhere and your giggles cutting through every insult they hurl at each other.

you can hear geto’s chuckle when you show up the next week, looking like you just ran a marathon again. this time you have no trouble avoiding your brother by hiding behind the wall beside the lift, though you hardly have any time for your boyfriend’s teasing laughter.

closing the door with your feet, you’re walking geto back into the room and his eyebrows raise at your determined face.

“are you sure you’re okay—”

without warning you’re clashing your lips into his, hands on his pecs and mewling softly when his arms naturally wrap around your middle.

“more than—” there’s a dramatic sigh when you feel hands caress your back, “okay.”

you’re just too enamoured with geto to carry on with your once self-assured actions, because you’re always like putty whenever you’re in his embrace. it happens without fail every time.

“you make me feel so,” swallowing, your eyes break contact and your head collides with his broad chest, “insane. you drive me crazy.”

you don’t miss how he winces a little, but soon he’s bringing your head off of him, biting his lip at your cute pouting face, possibly not knowing how even more obsessed he was with you.

a simple text from you has got his palms sweaty, and he goes through at least three drafted messages first before sending something, afraid he’d push over your boundaries or do something you won’t like. geto loves your smile, seeing your cheeks reach your eyes until there’s no more from a joke he made because you were talking about the cute little tattoo his little sister made him get. there wasn’t an end to suguru’s love for you; to see you, to feel you be so flustered and sheepish because of him drives him crazy — did you see the effect you had on him?

you simultaneously ruined and changed the definition of love for him; he’d never have anyone else.

you’re taken aback when geto tugs off his shirt and sitting right in the centre of his sternum is a woodcut tattoo of a halved sun, looking entirely contrasting with the traditional dragon that runs over his body and other ink-heavy pieces littered across his body. this was like a collection of ever-flowing lines that seem to bleed despite the bold lines that signify the end of the sun, it was you. your fingers trace over the tattoo under the protective film, your gasp prominent when there’s a small “to my sun” below it, paired with your initials — ambiguous enough if you were to break up, but geto hoped that would never be the case.

“got this for you last week,” suguru takes your wandering hand into his, words and actions gentle while he kisses the back of your hand, he laughs into your skin, “hurt like crap, i’m not gonna lie.”

“sugu—” your eyebrows are downturned just like your smile, “this is so pretty.” you’re in awe that he’d get something permanent for you, no doubt with such a cheesy line under the beautiful drawing.

“you’re so pretty.” geto smiles when you smile with a roll of your eyes, and you let him bring you into another kiss, softer this time as you let him lead, pulling you to his lap easily.

anyone who looked at the two of you could see the instant difference: geto with his inked arms and room oozing with posters and the gruff nature of him, and you with your bashfulness and sweet smiles and while geto is bound to be noticed first, he would rather sit in the shadows as your moon as he lets you charm everyone you come across. you’re just like that.

geto treats your body like glass, removing your top off of you gently as his hands span your torso and he sighs when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. “look at you…” and you’re giggling, drawing a smile from the other. slowly he looks to you for reassurance and you nod, prompting him to wrap a careful mouth around your nipple. your boyfriend moans when he feels you jerk at the contact, tongue swirling around your mound as he plays with the other and that’s all it takes for your fingers to tense around his shoulder.

“f— fuck, sweetheart,” you hear him groan into your chest, moving to other nipple and suckling on it, eyes closed in bliss while your head falls back, “you’re so perfect, my love.”

“am i, now?” you mumble breathlessly, “you should look at who’s talking.”

geto nods, coming off of your tits with a pop! and the grin he gives you is shit-eating, “yeah, so goddamn perfect.”

you’re impatient now, especially when you’re in full perception, body on display just for your lover to see, and your hips move slowly whilst your skin feels like liquid fire.

“need you, suguru,” it’s a soft whine that comes out of you, and geto moans at your neediness and the rock of your pelvis because he can practically feel your cunt clench around nothing and your clit throbbing, and while you’re both no stranger to this, the idea of going further than whatever you’re used to makes geto dizzy.

“yeah— i know, baby,” you’re on your back after, gulping when you’re finally left with nothing on your body, shorts and panties taken off and the glory of your body is like oxygen to him, “i need you too.”

gently, suguru pries your legs apart and he’s hooked on your wetness, the beauty of your labia and hole, leaking so much slick his breath is shaky when he exhales. the first contact with your clit is feather-like, and it’s all he does before he leaps in and eats like a starved man. the sensations are too much that your thighs are pulled taut, feeling the flat of his tongue draw a line up your pussy.

geto slurps at your arousal, putting pressure in his mouth and sucks like his life depended on it and your sounds are music to his ears. he groans when he feels your hands pull at his hair, tugging away or towards your pussy even he didn’t know but he relishes in how he’s able to make you feel like this.

“su— suguru, s-shit! your mouth’s—” you can basically hear the smile in between the messy eating of your boyfriend, emerging from your plush thighs for a moment to show you just how soaked the bottom of his face was.

“it’s what?”

you tsk at his teasing and you shove him back, ignoring the way his chuckles send chills up your body through your core, but geto is merciful, humming and moving his face against your cunt. his tongue is relentless as well, making you so pliant with just one muscle as he flicks it against your puffy clit. it’s when your entrance starts to clench around air is when he thinks you’re going to cum.

and he stops — your whines are so cute to him.

“what’s your deal, suguru?” your frown’s adorable too, but he makes it up to you with a sweet kiss and lets you taste yourself.

“want you to cum around my cock, baby. you can do that, can’t you?”

yes, geto felt like he wanted to combust. yes, geto felt like he needed a thousand and one photos to capture how angelic you looked right, but with how he’s talking right now, you only can look up at him with excitement despite not knowing the torture you were putting him through.

and so when he first nudges his tip past your hole, that facade drops entirely, eyes fluttering close at the tightness of your cunt and the spread of your pussy lips upon his dick. you were by no means a virgin, although you disclosed that it was a shitty first time when you first lost it, but the way you feel around his cock, closing in around him you both have had to take breaths together.

“so tight…” geto’s close to bottoming out, memorising how he made you fall apart so easily: your hands clutching tightly on his wrists, making your tits pop out more, the flutter of your pussy, your cute lil mouth stretching into a delicious ‘o’. “and so pretty, just like that.”

you hum at the praise and once he’s buried, your little pants become more frequent, leaving puffs of air on his cheek.

“move?”

“are you seriously asking me that right n— oh shit…”

geto unsheathes and slams into you, and he can feel the drag of your walls along his length. a small laugh leaves him, “just takin’ care of m’pretty girl.”

he’s only had your dripping pussy once and yet he already can’t get enough of it, starting to move his hips as he impales you on his cock. it’s the only thing your mind can focus on, feeling so full and filled with him that it hazes your brain and hypnotises you almost.

“su— ohmy g-god!”

geto’s hands tighten around your thighs at that and the thrusts get sloppy so fast, rutting into you with no end goal in mind other than to feel your tight hole around his length. your lover’s eyes fall to the way his cock slips into you and you take it so well — there’s no other pussy he’d want to feel around him, truly — you take the ram of his hips so good and the gushing of your cunt is answer enough for him.

your hands grab for him, fingers fumbling with his forearms to bring him to your lips. the kiss is filled with drool, tongues slamming into each other as his hips stutter and jolt at the clamp of your pussy, and when he pulls away there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

you’ve talked about it before and it’s like he reads your mind before anything even begins; his hand grabs at your chin, so lovingly and different from how disgustingly rough he was slamming into you. his thumb goes over your supple skin, and he doesn’t need much to pry your mouth open but—

“open.” and your tongue comes out like second nature and you try not to show your excitement when geto gathers saliva, spitting the ball of liquid straight into your mouth. it hits your tongue hot. his honey eyes are darker now as he watches how obediently you swallow — he swears he can see hearts in your eyes.

“good girl.” geto smiles again, propping your legs up against your chest now in a mating press and you whine in surprise. the position gives him access to the deepest parts of you, and one hand sneakily rubs at your clit in time with his faltering thrusts and you’re cumming with a cry of his name.

“suguru— yes, yes! f-fuck— right there, baby,” you’re sobbing, seeing splotches of white in your vision as your high seem to overtake your senses. it hits you in all the right spots, giving geto his little gift of cumming around him and multiplying it tenfold by how your cum seeps into the sheets. it’s so much that all he can hear is the lewd squelch of your cunt and one more moan is enough for geto to groan into your neck.

“going to give you my cum, darling,” your “yes’” resonate in his ear and it spurs him on to finally cum, shooting his load deep into your womb and filling you with so much hotness. it’s too much but you love it and geto hisses at how your juices and his semen seem to seep out, “that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

there’s a sly little grin when he lets down your legs gently and you’ve grasped at your pendant so hard it’s detached, and he quells all your doubts with a single kiss and the sun on his chest.

“i’ll just get you a new one, baby. you deserve that much.”

why did i write sm....

geto and reader sneaking out from jujutsu high school

have good day/night ! :)

a/n: apparently geto doesn’t have a least fav food bc he consumes curses so often that he’s content to eat anything. sigh. / 1.7k ☆ / @crysugu @lvlybee @na-t0

“nah, you’re lying.” it wasn’t peculiar for geto to hang out in your room after classes (if you could even call them that with gojo usually interrupting them or him getting called out of class to complete a mission). it’d be left with the two of you, and while shoko is not opposed to participating in the (vastly different) insanity you two would usually bring, she prefers to watch from the sidelines with a burning, shortening cigarette and an amused smile.

“like i— for one, love pineapples on pizza and, cherry tomatoes, but i just hate it when they don’t choose the right ones, you know?” geto leaves you to ramble until you realise your voice is simply countered by low hums and nods, “you don’t have any food you hate, do you?” you sit up on your bed after a long time of quelling the loud beats of your heart, looking incredulously at him still lying down, long legs going past the footboard, long hair and all. it grows faster in the summer, you realise — jet black hair that flows like a blackened river right down to his nape — and you find you’ve noted it down in your head a bit too often.

the repetitive memory is paired with reminders to give him the silly star clip you found at a corner side store and plain black hair ties (you steal them sometimes, he doesn’t ask for you to return it). it all but muddles your focus, these thoughts, all because you find it terribly difficult to look away from geto suguru’s unprecedented beauty. the graceful slant of his eyebrows to his hair, right down to the stubborn strands of feelers on the left side of his face that won’t stay in his bun—

“i’m not lying; i really don’t,” the dark-haired sorcerer laughs breathlessly, and he doesn’t notice your daze or the way you jerk at his chortle. his eyes come to rest on you, looking soft and gentle, a gaze even he doesn’t give gojo, and you think he looks the prettiest when his spread out locks converge as he sits up to rest on his elbows.

but besides the warmth of these domestic scenes through rose-coloured glasses, you can make out the underlying sorrow that pools beneath the light-hearted laugh. sometimes you can feel its heaviness, weighing suguru down more than it could ever do to you, and though he’s never lets you in, you had an inkling on what exactly tears at his mind.

it’s how every curse geto exorcises ends up in him, tainting his system with the harrowing taste similar to a rag that’s used to wipe up vomit and feces. it’s how he stifles gags each time a mission is completed, swallowing the curse with scrunched up eyes and a permanent frown. it’s how he’s ingested curses so much that he would be content with any type of food.

“then… let’s go out and find what food you hate then. process of elimination,” you offer softly with a giggle, pushing his legs off your bed before getting up yourself and stretching your limbs. it was late afternoon after all, causing the room to bathe in a general laziness and orange hues to prepare for sunset. you pull on his pants, leaning over him that teases the line between love and friendship.

geto mumbles, “like… right now? don’t we have a meeting with yaga-sensei soon?” and you’re prepared to get rejected with that reason (“oh shit, i forgot—”) until he takes your hand in his and surprising you with the idea that he’d disobey authority for a stupid idea of yours. he thumbs the back of your palm like he’s done it a million times before — c’mon, he says, and then the walk out is silent, hand loosely clasped in his as he skillfully manoeuvres through the traditional architecture of jujutsu high so well you’re convinced he skips classes.

it’s like you undo the tiring climb up the foothills of mount mushiro when you’ve finished an early morning mission, feeling the tug of geto’s hand on yours. it feels like it goes on forever too, but you bask in his occasional turns to look at you to check if you were still there: as if your hand in his isn’t enough, as if you were a reverie in his eyes, as if he didn’t have the sun in palm of his hand, in all her glory in this late, blinding glow. there’s a familiar manifestation of a stingray about three quarters through, the little creature floating beneath suguru’s hand.

“won’t you get caught by the school?” you laugh, but you climb onto it anyway — there’s a small humming sound that emerges from the curse and your stroking, ghosting hand only draws more pleased exclamations from the stingray.

it’s here where he sees how his akaei reacts to your touch and voice that geto thinks maybe collecting curses isn’t so bad. it’s on days like this where he think it might be worth it if little moments like this could clear the tainted, blurry cataract that mixes up who he should be protecting in this fucked up world.

the akaei jerks you forward and you let out a little yelp, face resting just inches from suguru as you clutch onto a fin of the creature — geto swears he hears a cackle from the curse and simply clears his throat, ignoring the pounding of his heart and the way he could smell cherry lip gloss on you. he wouldn’t put it past you to get cherry tomato flavoured lip gloss, but he imagines no matter how much you liked the vegetable (fruit?), you probably wouldn’t be putting that on your lips.

“shall we go?” 

beyond the school, he realises he’s not sure where you want to take him and he dispels the curse, already thinking of the lecture he’d get but instead he’s allowing you to drag him out of the heavy foliage and into the humble shops lining the bustling town. with this, geto is able to see your person without feeling like his heart is going to burst out of his chest, pushing down words that he wasn’t sure you’d reciprocate whenever you turned around to point out the stores you would frequent.

and geto certainly is able to get that little piece of heaven and normalcy that he craves, letting someone he cherishes pull him through throngs of people to find his least favourite item, just because. he lets you sift through convenience stores and family businesses, eating with the unforgivable rays of the setting sun dancing through your features and his bowl of wanton noodles at the chinese shophouse that it convinces him any type of food could be his favourite as long as you’re stuffing your face with waffles or initiating a brain freeze with a 7-eleven slurpee.

and years later, geto somehow still has a bit of trouble categorising foods into ‘favourites’ and ‘non-favourites’, a sorting system that’s black and white, years later. he much rather place (almost) all of them in the grey simply because experiencing dessert and starters and main courses now with your mere presence was enough to make everything delicious against his repulsive palate.

“still thinking?” geto’s thoughts are interrupted by you as you call from across the table, a hand reaching out to hold his. 

he only nods with a languid smile, reminiscent of the mornings when that’s all he has energy for — and except maybe your teasing and lovesick voice. he’d have all the energy for that. “i’ll have what you’re having.”

you giggle, “again? okay… don’t blame me if you spit out the escargots like you did on our last date.”

geto stifles a laugh and only sends the confused waiter off with both of your menus and soon he’s pulling lightly on your hand and he makes you burst out laughing like he usually does, “what did you order again?”

the food turned out… mediocre to say the least. for such a renowned restaurant, you’d expect phenomenal tastes and combinations, except they were overrated too much by critics with only the plating to praise — but still, the night doesn’t end when the bill is hastily paid and geto buries you in his embrace.

“coat’s warm,” you smile. it’s the winter, he’s got you engulfed in his large coat as your nose crinkles at the snow brushing upon your cheek — unbeknownst to you, you wouldn’t have this reality in another universe where christmas was so near — but you would die before you let geto slip from your grasp again. you hoped it would be like this for every other time someone such a yourself crosses path with a certain dark-haired, lovely and kind person like geto suguru: in love, holding his heart in your hands, like sending out a message (“i’ve got him — have you?”) to all the you’s in every other realm.

“what do you say we finish the leftover pizza in the fridge?” his grin is blinding, something you never thought you’d see past high-school, but slowly, you’ve picked up the pieces and cleaned off its rough edges. you’ve polished them and melded them back together bit by bit. in the 55 by 63 refrigerator at your small shared dorm in your alma mater, all of geto’s pineapples were littered messily over your side of the dough, ingraining that dramaticized display of how, to geto, pineapple on pizza tasted worse than swallowing curses.

though, it was one of the favourite foods he’s developed a taste for after eating it with you a few times. sure, he at first hated the sweetness that contrasted with the saltiness of the dough, although seeing the fullness of your cheeks and how well you ate; it was simply that, that made him love it — but he’d never tell you that, not while you also loved it, because if anything meant more than his rediscovered love for food, it was your love for the same exact things that would make him order all the hawaiians in the world.

as geto’s lips meet with yours (smelling like cherry tomato lip gloss, he stands corrected!), he thinks that lecture and temporary suspension from his old teacher was worth all the days spent with you — pineapples and (right) cherry tomatoes and all.

okay good evening everyone, here is my thesis of this part of this jjk racer series cause i cant take no more shit and i am running in circles outside my home barefoot, thank you very much for your attention

OKAY so, first i am going to start with something really important. I AM A CAR ENTHUSIAST OKAY. it's one of my most guilty pleasures. i like cars, i like to know about brands, components, i like the racer scene and i fucking love the fast&furious saga since elementary school (i wish i was joking)

oh and you know which one of them was my favorite? you guessed right ! TOKYO DRIFT. everything about that movie is perfect idc. the time it hoy released, the style, the grace, HAN LUE, cars, competitions, the tension, HAN LUE AGAIN, and just tokyo in general with its city night magic. and when i tellllllll you that han was the blueprint for my taste in men basically a decade later, then what? because that's right. do i see suguru geto as a racer in han? oh you bet.

it's all part of the realistic charm i've always noticed in geto & that i love so much. he is very very han coded and it's making go insaneE

AND THE NSFW OH DEAR LORD I WAS SHAKING. SQUEEZING MY THIGHS SO HARD I LOOKED LIKE I WAS ABOUT TO TURN INTO A MF TWIZZLER ROLLING IN MY BED

HAVE MERCY ON ME BC I WAS EATING THE FIC LIKE THIS:

ehem,, in conclusion, thank you very much for creating this series beautiful T @satoruhour <33333, i love u so much & it's always wonderful to be able to read your work. u have no idea how happy it makes me to see you upload new stuff and my tag specifically in your suguru's posts >< mwah u da best

gggOoooOOOOD MORNING ‼️‼️ ive been eating up your masterlist esp your racer au UGHHHH that was the last thought in my head before sleep and the first when i woke racer!geto was just. so. fking. h o t. u dont understand like that has a G R I P on me rn UGHHHH I LOVE IT SM do u have any spare hc for geto in this racer!au? if u dont thats okay! just know i ate that fic up 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥺🥺

a/n: thank u anon 4 the support im glad u liked the racer!au hehe. the original au here, how did you meet and geto’s own elaboration post for context. tagging @na-t0 @crysugu @omgeto @slttygeto

wc: 2.4k

warnings: (in second half of post) mentions + discussions of semi-public sex, filming, fingering while driving, oral (f and m receiving), protected and unprotected sex, f and m masturbation, phone / webcam sex, sharing with gojo & nanami

AAHHH i might have !!! racer!geto has a special place in my heart huhu i would love to develop more

to start off i would say that he’s just… such a good bf. like i know it’s obvious but also the next day after your late night drifting he texted you to ask if you wanted to go back to the cafe :D

he paid for everything again and he was so happy seeing u get another cinnamoroll trinket !!

so when the cafe has another sanrio event you BET hes bringing you there again. it just so happened that it was a berry and cherry event too ahhhh geto’s so cute getting all excited and stuff

he got you two matching coffees with berry and cherry foam art

that cafe has become a monument in your relationship — your first date, the place where geto officially asks you to be his partner with a big bouquet of flowers that you’re hiding ur face wherever you go for the rest of the day cause it’s huge 😭 he brings you there with his racer friends as well (gojo cheers and nanami scoffs that these things weren’t for him but he loved their pastries wheeee)

attentive, attentive! always leaves his jacket in the car for you if you get cold in his Mazda. resorts to a jacket he doesnt like to wear much but bc he always puts you first, he doesn’t mind :(

geto doesnt like to race with outerwear on him so he always loves seeing you greet him after a successful race with a big grin on your face, jacket swallowing ur physique as u keep urself protected against the tokyo chill !!!

said this before but he looooves seeing you in his car. it just ignites something in him, seeing you propped up on the leather seats and looking out the window when you’re driving. it just gets him sort of feral

ALSO also bc his Mazda was his first proper and real racing car he’s very selective of who he lets touch it / sit in it etc

so when gojo does it he swats him away like a fly and asks him not to dirty his finishing as also geto is the only one to be seen in his car until you come along and gojo sees you sitting on the hood

hes reaching forward to tell you to get off bc he knows suguru doesnt like it but your bf only walks up between your legs to greet you with a big smile. the betrayal gojo felt 💀

overall the relationship with geto is quiet and calming. no need for talking if you dont feel like !!! all racer geto needs is his hand on your thigh that’s always stroking the skin there and you

but loves it when you do talk! he tries so hard not to turn to you cause if he does he’d crash the car 😭😭 he just loves ur beauty and the way you ramble so much !!

one time he swerved and almost hit a car because he was watching you talk about the recent research you did on cars and also running back the terminology he’s been patiently teaching you

to hear his partner talk about cars >>> he’s so excited that you’re finally entering his world that he gets so engrossed and almost collides 😭

NO MORE pls omg he was more scared than you were

but also running off on that, geto is understanding when he teaches you about terminology about racing, abt the parts in a car. he took apart an old car in his garage just to teach you and he loved that you were trying your best to memorise everything 🥹

getting into an rs with geto also has given you more confidence, so he loves how you strut your stuff. he wasnt complicit in anything truly !!! didnt force you to wear anything or do anything you didnt want to, so he was very proud of you when you came out of your shell

geto would love you either way :3 hes just a sweet boy like that

i also relate him to han very closely from f&f… always eating his snacks in tokyo drift LMFAO - geto is chill, letting you feed him his snacks as you cuddle up on him on his hood and watch the new race

ok so, he LOVES racing and geeking out about them but he finds sometimes he watches you way more than the races and before then the race is already over 😭

“suguru! did you see how i crushed the other guy?” gojo emerges and shouts across the parking lot and geto is just like “huh? sorry i wasnt looking was too busy looking at my lover” LMAOOO

when you can’t attend his races you always make it a point to send a selfie with your cherry keychain and he sends one with his berry one back and its just soooo cute youre giving him so much wallpaper material!!

also likes to bring you on drives at night - if you need to rush something or study you bet he’ll be there. he’ll try not to interrupt you, looking at your knees tucked in your arms and memorising your notes

he plays those subliminal audios as a joke and annoys you in the process 💀 

and then just pecks your forehead in apology as he watches or helps you with assignments while occasionally looking out the window and smoking

geto always has a hand on you. it shows his possessive streak and just a general love for physical touch

like i said doesnt pressure u into anything but you’ve expressed interests in his tattoos before

you get a tramp stamp with him for your first one! the pain wasnt that bad, more from lying on your stomach for like 2.5h because of the shading lol. it’s a simple one, but a popular one because of the culture

geto offered to pay for you and you rejected, and he said “alright. half at least” and you didnt exactly oppose that because you were running low on jpn yen for your overseas exchange stay

the tattoo looked so good omfg geto was like . going INSANE it was lowkey funny

gojo and nanami wouldnt hear the end of it for like 3 weeks 😭😭😭

had the photo of you and your tramp stamp as his lockscreen for the longest time

as always tattoos are very addictive! you got a few more in the short span of 6 months (maybe 2-3 small ones) but what really made geto go like. clinically insane was this super big on on your thigh (peep the very first post of this au!!)

it’s a spider with chinese traditional ropes and it was by far your biggest one, taking a dent in your account that you had to lie and ask ur parents for more money after and promise to pay back by working part time

ok i need to preface this part first that geto adores your thighs - you didnt show much of it at first but when you start to be more comfortable with the racing scene he almost came in his pants when you first wore a miniskirt

so to see such beautiful ink on YOUR thighs oh my days felt like you were a goddess walking down the steps to his garage

has a little matching tattoo with you :( it’s not too obvious, but has features of berry and cherry on the both of you <3 down the line he would get other vague and subtle couple tats with you but if you want to mark up your body however you wanna he’d like that too :3

so i actually left the latest fic on a cliffhanger… bro was so heartbroken after you left :( couldnt race properly, couldnt focus in uni, poor boy

even gojo or nanami couldnt get thru to him, but over time he got used to the distance and timezones. moves his whole set-up to the garage just so he’d get better wifi there and also show the latest upgrades to his car !!! the webcam quality is pretty shitty on both ends though so you get disappointed more than once trying to talk to him bc the call isnt connecting well :/ 

continues to send those berry / cherry pics where you’re miles away, and more than once suguru has gone to bed crying :(( but i will keep these sad ones short bc i hate angst and also i might wanna write a next part uh… we’ll see

geto also mails things to you which take ages to ship and you only get the presents one month before you finish uni for good and 💀 it’s so funny seeing his shock at you having just received his gifts

a sweet, sweet bf who takes care of you immensely <3

n*sfw hc’s under divider

now >:) i also dont want to go into too much detail because. i might. MIGHT. continue. do not ask for the next part explicitly tho that shit annoys me. but geto loves to see your body on his car and the risks that come with it

you guys fuck more in his car compared to his or your room looool.

fingers you when he drives sometimes. when you’re feeling needy all you need to do is drag his fingers to your throbbing core and let him feel how wet you are. 

he tries so hard not to look at you bc you know what happened the last time, so he relies purely on his touch and your hands, fingers slipping inside your panties and he grabs onto the steering wheel with the hardest grip

geto has the patience of a monk, however, letting you use him for your high and grinding down on his fingers. it’s usually not after the race or errand that he properly fucks you bc he knows if he starts he will. not. stop. not even lying

has adrenaline high after racing and will fuck you always unless he’s roughed up, but unlike gojo he probably will drive to a more secluded area. the car is there, the risk is there, it gets geto all riled up

one time he was pissed his opponent scratched his Mazda while racing and while he still won, he pushed you into his leather seats to slam into you. he was going so hard the car was shaking, and he teasingly shows you the brief video gojo sends you later, caressing your very sore legs (you were fine with the recording)

“guess i went too hard, huh?”

you shove him and tell him jokingly, “tell your pervert friend to stop filming us!”

“you like it. me showing everyone who you belong to.” geto is so possessive i swear

loves fucking you in the mountains bro is freaky asf. brings you on late night drives and lays on the hood with you to watch the stars - sometimes it ends cleanly but most times you’re feeling up each other until you’re bent over his Mazda letting him fuck you raw

has fucked you while in the driver’s seat, riding him. has given u oral as u lay on the hood of his car, done a full nelson in his backseat whew you name it he’s so gross and filthy. 

when u contrast it properly with how loving and generous he is and to him when it comes to you and your body the difference is insane. but it also sometimes seeps through when he can’t handle your cute outfits and just has to land a smack and squeeze to your ass

ok this isnt n*sfw but it’s so hot of him - he HAS done this before. made you sit in gojo’s car as he drifted around you in a quiet tokyo crossing late one night and oh my god you made sure he knew how attractive you thought he was. gojo left right away when you two started flirting 💀

likes to both give and receive, so the first time you go down on him was possibly just right after he’s done the drifting around you and you couldn’t resist palming him from the passenger’s seat. you asked him to pull over immediately went to the driver’s side and started pulling at his pants.

you didnt even think that your knees were going to be on gravel so before you could kneel down to suck him off he took his jacket from the back seat to put on the ground …. and then proceeded to get the best blowjob of his life LMFAOOOO

getos a little crazy it’s ok i can take him ! but yea hes filthy thru and thru and dude he missed you sm when you left back to your country.

of course, of COURSE has jerked off at the thought of you, to photos you’d send of a new outfit. also has proposed having phone sex. webcam sex is reserved for special occasions because the sight of you playing with yourself is enough for him to book a flight 😭 he possibly couldnt handle it so he settles for your voice only

he doesnt like to share you, but when you do ask if youve ever thought of getting gojo and nanami in on the fun …. ooh. good luck

again his possessiveness shows so he doesn’t let them fuck you raw lol but rather ask them to get their own condoms 💀💀

his friends r freaks too you realise but it’s time to time where the three of them will organise dates to have some fun with you, but only when youre comfortable. geto putting ur comfort first always 🙏

so sometimes you reject them bc you have an exam comin up etc and geto just treats you in his car or your bedroom alone and even with just him, hes already enough to make you go crazy and moan <3

peep that op has that same exact spider tattoo on her thigh~ teehee

a/n: IM HERE IM JERE SORRY FOR GOING AWOL

wc: 1.6k

warnings: dom!geto, fem!reader, infidelity / cheating, reader is a teacher, oral / cunnilingus, semi exhibitionist sex, fingering, clit stimulation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex although geto pulls out, praise, he calls you ’slut’ once, n*sfw under the cut

“g-geto-san!” your hand immediately flies to your mouth at the loud moan you let out, propped up so beautifully on the L-shaped sofa while his wife stays sleeping. you look so different than when you commanded the classroom, so pliant and perfect.

“quiet, baby.” geto mumbles against your cunt, using his stronger arms to pull your pelvis closer to him.

your — hookup? acquaintance? — wasn’t one to cheat. it’s a funny thing to say that although he’s married while he has you soaking right through to the fabric below you but his wife wasn’t that innocent either.

the love had died long ago when geto had found that she wasn’t treating mimiko and nanako right, either being rude to them or forgetting to pick them up, small things like that. she didn’t like the extra weight and burden of suguru’s single fatherhood and that already should’ve been a sign and yet he’d put a ring on her — the pussy was too good, he guesses.

until he’s enrolling the girls in classes after passing a dance school, getting to meet you as their teacher. gentle, upbeat, and just oozing with kindness. you’d even went as far to wait with the girls when geto had been late in picking them up.

the lines have blurred since then, smeared so badly to the point you forgot how you ended up on geto suguru’s couch after locking up the studio. their aunt had already picked mimiko and nanako up and you couldn’t just resist after geto said he’d want to get to know you better.

oh, he was getting acquainted just fine.

“mmfhm . .” geto hummed into your cunt, licking stripe after stripe up your folds as your juices pool on his tongue, “cunt’s the best i’ve ever tasted.”

you burned at the praise; it’s no doubt geto has had many people before you but he really did mean it. so much sweeter and intoxicating, and the little sounds you made added everything.

“geto-san . .” you mumble just before he digs in, letting you pull on his hair so his head would tilt up.

“i’m eating you out and you’re still callin’ me by my last name?” geto laughs at your stammers, “’m just kidding—”

“are you sure?” he knows you’re referring to his wife just inches away, but he only scoffs. a hand goes to your clit, thumb rubbing the nub and you whine.

“been the surest once i saw you. i was going to die getting to know you.”

you stifle a laugh, “dramatic ass.”

geto smacks your pussy lightly, loving the way you tighten around nothing. your heels dig into his back as he hovers over your core and you have to steady your breathing.

“knew it from the moment you treated my girls right . .” he trails off before latches his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue and your hips push up more into his mouth. he moans at that, securing the hold he has on your thigh. you briefly catch how his hands go down to his centre.

“t-that’s just . . the bare minimum— ah! though,” you mewl out, trying to keep your moans to a low as the man below you does not care whatsoever. he slobbers all over your cunt, juices coating the bottom of his face until it’s dripping wet.

“still.” the one word then convinces you that maybe the lady sleeping from beside you wasn’t exactly the best, but you will away the thoughts once suguru drags his tongue down to your hole and his eyes bore holes into yours. he continually nudges his tongue against your clit, the lewd slurping noises making you clench around him.

“hear yourself, pretty?” you feel the grin against your folds and all you can do is whine, “she’s just dripping, isn’t she?”

you nod mindlessly, hands shakily taking his from your thigh and moving them to your neglected entrance. “need y-your—”

geto hums and indulges you, pressing his finger right into you and you moan out loud. his wife stirs for a bit and despite everything your pussy flutters at the aspect of getting caught — suguru smiles.

“dirty slut.” he mutters against your pussy, starting to pump his finger slowly and you tug harder on his black locks. there’s so much arousal everywhere even as he eases his second finger in and the stretch is so delicious.

“s-suguru . .” you trail off, head thrown back at how much thicker and longer his fingers are, “s’good—”

“yeah?” and to your dismay his hands stop, blessed with the cute pout that graces your face and he just laughs, standing to reveal his aching bulge and you’re peeling off his underwear for him.

“wanted to feel you around me, tha’s all,” he slurs in pleasure, licking his lips when he first sees your surprised face. you look cockdrunk already, hearts forming in your pupils.

“will it fit, suguru-san?” you whisper in awe, pumping it slowly and using a finger to collect the pre-cum that’s collected. he groans softly at that.

“it will, just gotta relax for me, alright baby girl?” you nod as he gently pushes your legs up, folding you in half while his tip brushes against your sex. there, he moves his hips, collecting your arousal, just barely putting the tip in. just like his hand earlier, he slaps his cock along your folds and grins at your squeamish movements.

“goin’ in, darling,” geto whispers and pushes in slowly. he’s so focused on the way your cunt stretches, a moan sounding out from deep in his throat while you hold on tightly to his biceps. small pants leave your mouth, seeing the silhouette of his pelvis slowly descend on yours while he bottoms out.

“s-suguru— f-full!”

“that so?” geto breathlessly chuckles before he moves and he has to still his hips just to compose himself at the feeling of your walls. so warm and accommodating. “baby, you feel so damn good . .”

suguru moves soon enough and you relish in the fact how you’ve managed to get such a composed man to break — always so polite and well-mannered when picking his girls up and yet now his hair falls from his hair tie and his cock is reacts so well to your drooling cunt.

this position has geto reaching deeper into you, his thrusts already turning sloppy and he pushes down on your legs more.

“close— ’m close suguru—” you whine out and there’s a teasing comment (“already?”) that leaves his lips, but he can’t speak too when he feels his high approaching too. a man like him reduced to such a fast orgasm has him blushing and yet he can’t resist your cunt.

your hands grasp aimlessly at geto as he smoothly places your legs on his shoulder and he leans down to capture your lips — “feels good, suguru . .”

the both of you hardly care about the person on the couch, mingling moans filling the room as you whimper into the kiss. your cunt continues to clench around him, feeling every vein and shape of his cock and committing it to memory just as he is with you; he thinks he doesn’t want to fuck any pussy ever again.

“’course it feels good, it’s b’cause you’re doing so well,” geto whispers against your lips and he takes note of how praise gets you going when he can feel your pussy throb. “oh? you like that, huh?”

you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ to him and you preen at another good girl he gives you, letting him embrace you fully as he stays buried in your neck. the feeling is all too much, the friction of his pelvis and the drag of his length along your walls that you cum immediately. your cunt gushes around him, and all you can do is babble into his ear.

“that’s it, i got you,” he mumbles against your neck, soft kisses placed there as lets you ride out your orgasm, the squelching of your pussy only increasing in volume as you tremble around him.

“cumming, baby,” geto says as he twitches, one last sloppy thrust into you before he pulls out and pumps his cock with loud drawn out groans. rope after rope of cum leaves his tip, staining your stomach and pussy in white and the both of you pant in unison, small smiles on your face.

“next time i’m cumming deep inside you,” geto says even when at the corner of his eye, he can see his wife slowly coming to consciousness and the shock register on her face that he’d stoop as low as her — random guys she brings to their house exchanged for one sweet teacher with an even sweeter pussy.

and geto suguru goes right to fucking you again and drawing the most sultry moans until she stomps away with anger and slams the door so hard it might’ve come off its hinges.

there’s only a shrug from geto at your distraught expression, but he resolves it soon enough with a hand to your clit, rubbing languid circles into it that you choke out a moan.

“are you sure it’s alrig—!”

“perfectly, baby,” he takes your hand and plants a kiss to it; it’s so gentle like other times, where he’d bring you to some quiet cafe to avoid being seen, or just a simple dinner in his home and you hate how you’re already falling for a married father and still, the thrill was just too good.

suguru puts your hand around his cock and you move with second nature.

“your pussy’s much prettier and better anyway.”