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Chapter 2
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BETWEEN TWO FIRES
Chapter 2
Suguru wasn’t just annoyed, he was immensely pissed.
That night, he found your phone number almost by accident.
He had been looking at your profile picture for a while, enjoying your wonderful features, disfigured by the scar he had inflicted on you.
It had been tremendously sad to leave Jujutsu Tech, but he had done it with the knowledge of how rotten that system was.
Of all his fellow warlocks, you and Satoru were the ones he most regretted.
It was something he would never admit, he had to be strong, and not just for himself, but for you.
On the other hand, he knew it, you were such a beautiful and pretty thing, and in the midst of a world of sorcerers and cursed spirits you were like a flower in the winter snow.
Your sweet face spoke for itself, completely in conflict with the shriveled scar. It still looked like a charm.
Was he obsessed with you? Maybe.
He had a feeling that being by your side could hurt you, impregnated you with his disgusting curses.
If he tried to touch you, he was sure he would get you dirty.
Yet the feeling of power that left him this awareness was not unpleasant.
The idea of making you completely his, of ruining you, was one of his greatest perversions.
So, when he wrote to you, and he didn’t get an immediate response, he started getting agitated.
Who were you with?
What were you doing?
Why didn’t you answer him?
What if you changed your number?
As he realized that reacting in such an exaggerated manner made no sense, he heard his room door open.
« Geto-sama...», Nanako had entered weeping, «I had a bad dream».
The blinking lights of the four arrows of a taxi stunned your eyes.
You hated the city, and all the hustle and bustle that followed. Even though you’ve been living in Tokyo for years, you’d never get used to its routine.
You had always lived in a small village adjacent to the sea.
The coast was your home, as was the foamy sea and the sand you loved to tread on barefoot.
Here instead the only thing you could see were the large skyscrapers that were lost in the sky, the noisy cars and the swarming masses of people.
As if it had been a great anthill, Tokyo used to run you over with its worker ants, who, even though it was late, were still around with the briefcase in hand.
It was barely 22:00, the nightclubs were crowded already from nine, and you were still, glued to the screen of your phone, while you carried a smoking cigarette to your lips.
Golden Gai had been a post-war black market and then a brothel, turned into a pub village. It was a great place for young people and for those looking for adventure and some drinking. This traditional "drinking district", consisting of narrow streets filled with dozens of tiny bars, was a tangle of endless signs and lights.
Your decision to show up for the appointment was made after several mental collapses.
You cried an hour in Gojo’s fancy bathtub, and you didn’t stop.
You continued your nervous outburst on your way home, in the kitchen table while you tried to eat a bite of sautéed salmon rice, and on the way to Suguru’s designated location in the message.
You felt so stupid, so emotionally down and pathetic.
You did what you could while trying to cover your red eyes and red nose.
When you cried, your face turned red, lately it was something you couldn’t stand.
You hated seeing the redness peeping out more and more at every tear, not to mention how the corners around your eyes burned.
Your sensitive skin after several hours, could no longer stand the salty and wet liquid of your tears.
What about that scar? You found it disgusting.
A car horn shook you from your thoughts.
You sucked nicotine into one last, needy shot. As you noticed the combustion getting more insistent, you noticed a hand approaching the cigarette butt.
Long, tapered fingers took the cigarette from your lips, leading your eyes to follow it.
«This is one of Shoko’s bad habits».
Your lips tightened, your blood bubbled as your cheeks turned red.
Two obsidian beads peered down at you, not letting you escape.
If only your legs had allowed you to escape from that situation, you would have done it immediately, but the surprise effect had glued you to the pavement.
«Hello», he said it so casually, that for a moment you wondered if he was actually the exact same guy you’d met in school.
Standing straight, you frowned as you watched your last shot fall, and then vanish, crushed under Suguru’s shoe.
«At the end you came, I’m happy», he continued with a smile, carrying his hands in his pockets.
Your feelings were mixed. If in one hand you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, on the other you still felt the weight of the unpleasant events, those that had affected your face smeared with blood.
You hoped he would look at your scar and feel bad. You hoped he would feel guilty, you prayed he wouldn’t sleep at night.
«I am not, I am not happy», you had hissed imitating him, carrying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.
«Oh», he had looked at you more intensely, «I don’t feel like I forced you».
Suguru was not a simple soul to talk to. He was smart, always ready to trick you, and since you weren’t stupid, you avoided responding to his provocations.
«If you have to speak, do it now», your look was intensified.
You assumed from the texts he sent you, he had some issues to sort out.
«Oh, I meant to do it while we were sitting, maybe while having a drink», he kept that mysterious veil on himself, as he always tried to have a monopoly on you and your decisions.
He was manipulative, what did you expect?
«Your fingertips are frozen and your nose is red. You are trembling like a leaf, let's go inside», he had offered you his hand, but you had hit it with an elbow, walking beyond, refusing his kindness and ignoring his care for you.
You know, it was just a trick.
«Ok...», you said frosty.
The place he chose was one of those pubs where music broke your eardrums.
The eavy metal band that sounded, seemed quite influential, you had noticed it by the number of people under the small stage.
The cramped place, too small to hold all those people, made you slightly agitated.
To make matters worse, it was Suguru’s chest colliding with your back.
«Sorry», he had told you leaning his hands along your arms, «they pushed me».
You sighed as your heart was about to explode.
His perfume had not changed over the years, perhaps in addition you only noticed a slight hint of bergamot, lightened by what could be the scent of his shampoo and body wash.
You had swallowed, fortunately the pounding music had the power to cover the sound of your heart.
«Come, I booked a more secluded table», he had whispered in your ear.
You now understood why he chose Shinjuku as a meeting place.
It was known that the neighborhood was the busiest in Tokyo, but at the same time it was known as a red light district.
If you had to mix easily in the crowd, that’s where you had to take refuge in Shinjuku.
And since Suguru was a wanted criminal, it didn’t seem strange.
The pub was poorly lit, with secluded rooms, and it didn’t take much to understand why.
Not when you saw a rundown woman being dragged into one of the private cabins between disgusting kisses.
You followed Suguru’s broad shoulders through the hallway full of rooms, trying to avoid the thirsty looks of men and women now more than shine.
If there was one thing that you could not stand, it was these uncomfortable situations, in fact, when you had preceded Suguru, entering the room, you had taken a breath of relief.
As the sorcerer closed the door, you began to relax your ears, sitting at the foot of a solid wood kotatsu.
Same thing Suguru did, standing right in front of you.
«Are you ok?» while you were taking off your jacket, you had skipped to answer his question.
«What do you want Suguru? After all this time, not even a stupid message, an insignificant call, and now? What happened?» You didn’t want to go around the obvious.
Suguru looked at you, leaning an elbow in the coffee table, and holding his chin on the palm of his hand, he smiled at you.
«I have already told you, things are not left half-»
«I don’t know what you are talking about, Suguru. The more I look at you, the more I get angry».
Geto's hand had approached yours, he had clutched it, bringing you near him.
«I just wanted to see you, Izumi».
«I don’t believe you», you sayed, escaping from its clutches.
«Do you really believe that, after all that you have done, I will be condescending?».
«No, but you could at least let me speak».
His eyes had become darker, a shadow had crept into his features, and for a moment you had a slight fear.
You knew how much Suguru had above your abilities, not for nothing he was a special level, while you had stopped at the first level.
Feeling his aura change, your shadow began to stretch.
«Hold it at bay, I’m not going to hurt you».
«Then change that fucking attitude!» You said, as you tried to calm your dark shadow that was slowly growing on the wall behind you.
«Are you still struggling to contain emotions? Are you afraid? Is that why that thing is so agitated?».
With a fit of rage, caught in the act, you had a hand to the collar of his sweatshirt.
«You are wrong».
«All right», he said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender, «then let’s talk civilly, will you?».
Geto’s eyes were studying you, he was probably the only person in the world to understand your emotions completely.
So when you denied your fear and he went along with it, you knew he did it just to please your pride.
You were afraid of him, yes.
That was the truth, but could he blame you?
He killed an entire village, his parents, and then he was gone.
He was a mass murderer, he had completely lost his mind, and while you had been wondering for years why such an extreme gesture, you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to know.
The only ones who saw him last were Shoko and Satoru, but you stayed at Jujutsu Tech, thinking about your sins alone, without anyone knowing.
On that fateful day in fact, Suguru was not alone.
You had joined his mission, lately you saw him always gloomy and sad: maybe he would have liked a little company.
That day where everything changed, in that small and narrow village you were there too, and what did you do to stop him? The only thing you tried to do was to throw yourself on a child’s body to save him, and now, a terrible scar shriveled in your face.
Your greatest guilt, which you still kept secret, was that you couldn’t stop him.
And while he was killing and dismembering, you stood by, covered in blood and fear.
The child looked at you with desperate eyes before dying in your arms, and it was your fault.
Suguru was only seventeen years old, he was gentle, calm, always protecting the weak and always respectful of others.
You never expected to see his degenerate look as he killed and beheaded in cold blood.
The realisation was like a lightning in the clear sky, and even today, in your nightmares you dreamed of his impervious face full of drops of blood returning to your kneeling figure.
«It doesn't matter if you didn't react, Izumi», those words roused you from your intrusive thoughts, taking you back to the walls of the room.
You looked at him, setting your eyes in his.
«It doesn’t matter», he continued, «you couldn’t have done anything».
Suguru had watched your scar break down as your eyes filled with tears.
Those comforting words, though they came from him, were so surreal to you; you had endured your pain alone for five long years, and now hearing the words you always wanted to hear made you feel less guilty.
«Do they know?» he asked you, tilting his head to the side.
You shook your head, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve.
If they didn’t know you were with Suguru, they didn’t even know that the ugly scar that disfigured your face was his fault.
The makeup you wore melted, leaving you exposed.
You were wondering if he was able to see your imperfections now, as well as the scar.
The small illuminated room didn’t let Suguru miss any of your expressions.
Tears were still burning in the corner of your eyes, and your nose had definitely turned red. You hated that feeling.
The more you thought about what happened, the tighter your stomach became.
«You could have come with me», the statement had left you stunned.
The violet light of the room now gave way to a bright red light, following the RGB change of the lamp.
«Sure, and be labeled as a murderer? Don’t make me laugh Suguru», your sharp words made the deep sea more and more unlivable.
«Yes, but you wouldn’t have kept living like that, would you?» your eyes lowered.
You looked at your hands while you tortured your cuticles. What you had to endure over the years was something you would not wish for anyone.
Even Satoru didn’t know; you hid your bad mood under your mother’s untimely death. This led him to think that the main problem was the disease that took her away from you as well as an oppressive and patriarchal father.
«The offer is still valid», he said, observing you.
«Don’t say shit», you complained, «I have my life to live».
His eyes chained you, they were different from Satoru’s, they put you in terrible awe.
As usual he was unpredictable and you didn’t know what to expect from him.
«Yes? I thought you had devoted yourself more to surviving», his words were sharp as your pride struck you.
«It is more honorable to live this way, than to do it as you are doing it», you had not managed to contain yourself.
«And Satoru needs me».
Geto bent his lips upwards, his hair falling down his shoulders as he moved, «Remember this, Izumi: Satoru doesn’t need anyone, isn’t he the strongest? Unless you mean otherwise».
You stiffened to the allusion, «this Is not your business».
Suguru wrinkled his lips, «Oh~, you opened your legs to him?».
You got up suddenly, slamming your hands in the coffee table, You know what? If you have nothing better to tell me I think that I will go, I do not want to be jerked off by you!».
You took the vest behind you and started getting dressed.
«Sit down», the tone he used did not allow for discussion.
Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him.
«Why should I?» you challenged him.
«I said, sit down», he didn’t need to raise his voice, he was already intimidating enough while his face was pounding.
When the maid entered the cabin, she had brought two straps, two glasses and a small transparent ampoule. You thought it would contain Saké.
«Are you guys okay?»
«Yes, thank you», the change in Suguru’s face left you stunned.
His eyes closed gently and his lips bent upwards in a sweet smile that reminded you of who he once were.
«Perfect! Make yourself comfortable while choosing what to order-»
«I’ll take a Craft Gin Smash», you had interrupted her, resembling yourself in the soft pillow.
«The same», Suguru said, relaxing his nerves when he saw you sitting.
«Sure, two Gin Smash then», taking in her hands the price lists, the maid vanished behind the sliding door, while the light, passed again to purple.
The silence was interrupted only by the muffled music of the club, you were not going to say anything... what would you say?
«Satoru has been busy», he had provoked you, pouring the contents of the ampoule on the two shot glasses, «beyond this how is he?».
You would have liked to answer badly for the umpteenth time, but taking in your hands the small glass container you had opted for a more mature approach.
You had therefore avoided the arrow, swallowing the first sip of that transparent drink.
« None of us are okay. Since Riko and Haibara’s death, it’s been like an endless dark tunnel. Not to mention the crap you did», your throat burned while you had sent down the second sip.
«Nanami has retired from Jujutsu, Shoko does not speak to me or to Satoru, and then he...», you had restrained your mouth, thinking about the sessions of brutal sex to which he subjected you.
It was handsome, sure, but it was obvious he was using you to ease his upset.
As you thought about the nights you spent being brutally hammered, you wondered if he really wanted your well-being or maybe he just didn’t want his.
You were best friends, your relationship stopped being that, he didn't love you, you were aware of it, and yet day after day, you thought that this relationship was slowly emptying you out.
His pent-up anger was all over you, and when Suguru noticed the small hematoma peeping out of your high-neck sweater, he brought a hand towards your face, raising it towards his own.
Two fingers were running down your neck, stopping over the bluish skin.
«You can say "no", you know this? Satoru does not know his limits, not even those of others».
His voice, sweet as honey, caressed the strings of the soul in pain that you were.
«Why do you worry?» you asked, moving his hand apart, «I must remind you how I got this scar? What Satoru does to me is nothing in comparison».
The sense of emptiness was becoming more and more overwhelming in your chest.
Suguru remained silent, moving his hand back to your injured cheek.
«It suits you», he said, leaving you speechless.
You didn’t believe your ears when he told you something so vile.
«I am convinced it keeps you tied to me, more than you would like».
Saying "I’m sorry," it didn’t seem like it was the sorcerer’s will.
Red with rage, you had tried to respond without succeeding.
While Suguru was showing discomfort, seeing the hematoma in your tender neck, you were reeling at his provocation.
«I have often thought of you in these years».
«That sucks», you said thinking about what he had just said.
«Disgusting?» he repeated, stroking your cheek, hooking his thumb on your rosy lips.
He stroked them, opening them slightly.
«I have not forgotten, and you?».
Your heart had taken a few extra leaps as his thumb worked its way inside your mouth.
His slightly rough finger had come into contact with your tongue.
Looking for it, he began to caress it, giving you several chills.
«Allow me to be beside you», he said, leaning with his other hand over your shoulder.
«Allow me to protect you».
His thumb had wet your soft lips with your own saliva.
«I heard that your mother passed away. Your father is pressuring you, isn’t it? And your work as a sorcerer? I knew that you were going to die a few months ago. Without me you are nothing, you can’t anything, Izumi».
Waking up from the trance, you shook your head, slapping his hand away.
«I know to look after myself!».
You didn’t even wait for your cocktail to arrive, that you took your jacket in your hands, ready to leave.
«You need me».
His eyes were so sharp, you swore he could get past you.
«I’ll be fine this time too, if I get killed, make sure to bring me at least one stupid flower».
Angry, you just opened your mouth without thinking.
It was too much.
You wanted to disappear, you wanted to stop your intrusive thoughts, you hated the way Suguru’s touch and voice made you feel.
It was like a sweet addiction, and yet you knew that if you gave in it would completely wipe you out.
He made you feel pampered and safe, perhaps because no one else knew the truth that tormented you.
But you knew he was a spider ready to lure you into his web.
«I shouldn’t have come», you said, and then snuck through the door.
You thought it was over while you were retracing the corridor.
The music was deafening, the people so many to make you vulnerable and when a hand clinged to your wrist, you almost didn’t release your shadow to slay the victim.
Without realizing what was going on, you found yourself with your back against the wall and a large body blocking you.
Meanwhile, your shadow danced eerily, manifesting the tension you felt. The situation seemed suspended between the impending chaos and the search for a way out that would not endanger the lives of others.
«Come on Izumi, hurt me if you want it».
Suguru's voice.
His perfume entered your brain, giving you an adrenaline rush.
The blood had gone to your head, and you felt your temples beating frantically to the beat of your heart.
«I tried to go easy on you, but you just don’t want to understand, did you?» his nose approached your neck.
«Now stay still, okay?» your body was motionless, your eyes wide, while his mouth was resting in your jaw.
He gave you a wet kiss before he started talking.
«I’m not going to repeat it twice, so listen carefully», your body was stiff under his touch, so much that he began to hurt your spine.
«What-»
«Shut up», he grabbed your side, making you collided with him.
As much as you wanted to answer, you were silent, too agitated to say a word.
«In these days I will write you, answer, I don’t care what you are doing, you will answer».
The threat made you frown, «I won’t do anything you want-»
«Oh, you will», it vigorously pinched you a side, provoking you a long shake of pain.
«You don’t want certain things to be known, do you?» your eyes widened, not believing in the blackmail he had put you in front of.
Was it really the Suguru you always knew? Something told you no, as you listened to his words.
«You will do what I will ask to you, no matter what, you will do it».
You wanted to be stronger to kick his ass right now, but you knew that wasn’t one of the most reasonable options.
The harshness of his words was like a slap in the face.
He broke away from you, allowing you to breathe, while with an indecipherable look he abandoned you along the pub corridor.
You were in so much trouble.
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hi luv! i was wondering if u can write what would happen if the jjk men caught the reader touching themselves. if it’s not too much to ask :)
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Characters: gojo satoru x geto suguru x nanami kento x f!reader
Cw : nsfw, minors dni, gojo satoru is a warning itself, oral. (f. receive) orgasm denial
𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶
✫ He likes to watch you when you touch yourself on a regular basis so it doesn't change much when he catches you 𝘣𝘶𝘵 he's GOJO SATORU so of course he teases you about it like a little shit he is.
✫ "awe you just need me touch this cute little cunt of yours?" "Now don't be so shy, you wanted this didn't you?" "Moan louder fr'me sweetheart"
𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶
✫ Just like gojo he's a tease when he catches you 𝘣𝘶𝘵 he will make you sit on his face. He 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 it when you grind you cunt on his face.
✫ "come on darlin', ride my face" "𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘱𝘧! just like that" "gonna cum? Already? But I've barely started" "𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘺𝘦𝘴! cum on my face, make a mess on me baby"
𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰
✫ He will be furious why would you touch yourself when he is right there to make you cum? So he of course doesn't let you cum or touch him.
✫ "darling, are you gonna cum?" "Keep your hands to yourself" "you just had to touch yourself, you couldn't wait for me?" "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 cum till I say so"