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Gojo: Geto, didn’t you wore that shirt yesterday?
Geto: well, everyone has that one shirt that they like to wear too much…
You: awww yeah, like my boyfriend’s shirt ♥️
Geto: shut the f*uck up, no one asked!
AU where geto decides to stream to make money instead of starting a cult (gone wrong)
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Gojo/Geto x reader
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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GOJO’S GROUP
How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?
INFO… been close friends for 4 years and go to the same college, jujutsu tech.
GOJO- computer science major & mathematics minor.
SHOKO- public health major & biology minor.
GETO- mathematics major & computer engineering minor.
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AND IF YOU GO, I WANNA GO WITH YOU—
How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?
Streamer!gojo x streamer/musician!reader
GENRE- fluff, maybe some angst.. overall crack fic, strangers to lovers, fem mexican reader, college AU, modern AU, social media AU.
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⭑ YN’s group ⭑ GOJO’s group
CHAPTER 01: WIP
CHAPTER 02: N/A…
CHAPTER 03: N/A…
CHAPTER 04: N/A...
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( ♡ ) pairing : Geto Suguru x fem!girlfriend!reader
( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, geto is 17/18 and reader is 15/16 , sex , explicit content , mention of pregnancy , smoking , age gap , idk bro
( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Geto x reader 😭😭
Thursday had arrived, and you were spending the night at the residence of your boyfriend, Geto Suguru , just like every Thursday.
Suguru was missing by almost midnight. He had left with Satoru around 10 pm to inspect his car, but got caught in the rain and didn't come back. Instead, he went to Satoru’s place. At 11, you joined your cousin and his friends in their car. When you told Suguru about it, he got envious and demanded that you return home or he would stay at Satoru’s for the night, leaving you by yourself.
You were now wearing blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. After taking a puff of your cigarette, you exhaled deeply just as you heard loud knocks on the door. After changing, you were dressed in blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. As you took a drag of your cigarette, you released a sigh right before hearing loud knocks on the door.
Knowing full well that it was Suguru, a smile involuntarily graced your lips. As you unlocked the door, there he stood, shirtless, with his t-shirt casually slung over his shoulder. You released a sigh and returned to the sofa, taking a drag from your cigarette while snacking on some chips. Your frustration with Satoru and his behavior still lingered “ why aren’t you wearing a shirt ? “ you asked while taking another puff from your cigarette. Your attention was focused on Suguru as he proceeded to change into fresh attire “ ‘cause it’s wet “ He grumbled, as he was clad in nothing but a pair of shorts.
After snuffing out your cigarette in the ashtray, you heaved a sigh and settled into bed beside Satoru, his distress evident. He was lying on his back, with his arm covering his eyes. You placed your arms on each side of him as you moved closer. You inquired, " kiss?" and gently closed your eyes while delicately touching your lips to his. Once more, you softly uttered, "Kiss," and proceeded to place several kisses on his lips. Satoru grinned and chuckled, tenderly cradling your face as he reciprocated the kisses.
He proceeded to gently guide you onto your back, his hand tenderly supporting your cheek while he maintained the kiss. Suguru expressed his frustration by stating, "You are a pain in the ass ," before giving you one more kiss and rising from the bed. He retrieved his own pack of cigarettes, lit one, and settled into an armchair to continue smoking while browsing on his phone. As you observed Suguru, you continued eating your chips. Feeling neglected by your boyfriend, you let out a sigh and turned your back to him , your attention on your phone now.
As time elapses, you perceive Suguru extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray before joining you in bed. He reclines on his arm, reaching out to grasp your waist effortlessly, and gently rotates you. With both arms positioned on either side of your head, he leans down and bestows a kiss upon you. Following a brief moment of kissing, he rises and wipes his mouth gently, softly uttering a "come here" as he settles on the bed, leaning against the headboard, inviting you to sit on his lap.
Suguru’s grip tightened around your waist, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, feeling the softness of your flesh and the hardness of her nipples. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and arched your back, pushing yourself into his touch. His mouth found yours, a fiery kiss that claimed you with an urgency that had been building for hours. Your tongues danced together, a dance as old as time, a promise of what was to come. His hand traveled down your body, finding the waistband of your shorts and panties, and with a swift motion, he slid them down your legs.
Your clothes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, leaving them bare and vulnerable. Suguru’s eyes took in the sight of you, the curves that he knew so well, the dips and valleys that made you uniquely you. He felt his body respond, his arousal growing with every passing second. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, the foil packet glinting in the low light. With trembling hands, he ripped it open and rolled it onto himself, feeling the barrier between them, a necessary precaution that somehow heightened the anticipation.
You straddled him, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you guided him inside yourself . You moved in perfect rhythm, your bodies melding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building like a crescendo in a symphony. Suguru’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more intense than the last. But there was one that stood out, a niggling concern that grew with every thrust—the condom felt different, looser somehow, but he didn’t mind and continued. He kissed you hungrily, and with a soft grip on your waist he flipped you over.
He positioned himself over you, his eyes never leaving your. Then, with a deep, almost primal growl, he entered you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. You moved in sync, your bodies speaking a language that transcended words. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans. The intensity grew, a crescendo of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He could feel your tightening around him, your body building towards release. With a final, desperate thrust, you shuddered, you climax washing over you like a wave. He followed, his own release a white-hot explosion that left him breathless and trembling. They lay there, panting and entwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your beating hearts.
Your kisses grew slower, more languid, as you savored the taste of each other. And then it happened. As he pulled out he froze . The condom was no longer on his dick.
“ Uh, baby , we have a small problem “ He said , trying to sound calm , but you could see in his eyes that he was panicking internally.
“ I think my condom slipped off in you.”
You froze, the sound of your racing heart from the previous sex abruptly silenced by the cold hand of reality. The room grew colder, the shadows darker, as the weight of your mistake settled upon you. The air was thick with tension, the unspoken question hanging between you like an invisible wall. What would come next? How would you deal with the potential consequences of this unplanned intimacy? The moment stretched on, a silent scream that echoed through the room.
He felt your breathing even out, your body relaxing slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.
“It’s not your fault,” he assured you, his voice firm. “We’ll deal with this together, okay?”
He commenced the quest for the missing condom beneath the sheets, hoping against hope that it would be somewhere on the bed, untouched. Alas, the elusive condom was nowhere to be found.
He was a doomed man.
You gazed at him and elegantly ran your hand through your hair, "I will go to the bathroom and… check if the condom is in me," you mumbled before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Suguru heaved a heavy sigh and disheveled his hair as he rose and strolled toward the window, where he lit a cigarette.
You entered the bathroom and delicately inserted two fingers inside you, carefully searching for the condom. Suddenly, you felt it - your heart sank. After retrieving it, you discovered Suguru's semen inside the condom and on your fingers as well. You released a weary sigh, discarding the condom in the trash and proceeded to wash your hands , small tears in your eyes , but you never let them out. As you reentered the room, you walked over to Saguru who was leaning against the window. You mimicked his stance, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply. The two of you sat in silence, smoking, until you finally broke the quiet with a question, "What are we going to do?" Your voice was soft but resolute. "I'll have a chat with Satoru to get some money by morning, and then we'll figure out a plan B for you," he replied, exhaling smoke as he placed a hand on your lower back. "Everything will be okay, my love. We'll sort this out," he assured you, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead and gently rubbing your back.
Sleep
TW: angst, mental health issues
I know this isn’t the latest story you guys thought I would be posting but I know a lot of people are going through a hard time right now and so am I, I thought why not make something out of this feeling yk?
not proofread, I did all of this in about 30 minutes or so
Y/N POV
Sleep. Why do we need it? Is it the constant state of tiredness? An escape from reality? Who knows, all I know is I can’t seem to fall asleep
Throughout the days I get more exhausted, my smile starts to wear thin, and my eyes feel like they’re ablaze. I just want to stay coupled up in my room
But I can’t. Every day it’s another curse and everyday we kill it, it’s like a cycle on repeat day in and day out
“You look tired,” Gojo spoke as we were walking in silence beforehand. I just look to him, my eye bags giving it away, “have you been getting enough sleep?”
“I’m fine, I just didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ll go to bed early tonight” I lied through my teeth. I’m helpless, nothing feels how it should, nothing is how it should be. We continue to walk in silence back to jujustu high
Once I get back to my room I change and just lay on my bed. Why am I like this? I was just fine a couple days ago, so why now? I had so many unanswered questions
I kept up on my training as to not alert anyone of any implications that I’m not doing alright. I remember when Suguru Geto was still here, we used to be close. I remember what it was like to fight beside him, how we used to have fun along with Gojo but it’s in the past now. Now my future is full with cursed spirits
I dream of a place in my mind where I could go. I could just go and never have to worry about anything. I would have my best friends beside me and there would be no cursed spirits, everything would be perfect. It was a dream for a reason
I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat much, only what I need to stay alive. I’m in darkness and I don’t think anyone could pull me out, it’s too late. I curled in on myself under my blanket, sniffling for reasons unknown to me. Sometimes everything we do as sorcerers gets too much, it’s starting to get too much for me and it was too much for Suguru Geto. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I started to sob loudly under my covers
I heard the door open but I didn’t care, I had finally broke the tall standing wall I had put up. The person rushed to my side and lifted the blanket. Gojo stood there with a worried face
“Y/n! Are you ok?” His question just made me sob more. I couldn’t control myself at this point
“Is there something you need?! Something I can do?! Please! Tell me!” He doesn’t know what to do, I myself don’t know what to do. I just lay there a sobbing mess as one of my best friends stares at me with worry etched across his face
Suddenly another pair of footsteps sounds in the room. I can’t move, I can’t see who it is
‘Just leave! Please! I don’t want you to see me like this!’ I shouted in my head only for it not to reach my lips
“Y/n are you alright?” I recognized the voice as shoko. She tried to touch my shoulder but I shook it off. I wanted to scream, scream until my lungs give out, scream until I can’t breathe, scream until my best friend is back. My pillow was soaked with tears
Gojo hesitated as he moved closer to the bed. He lifted the covers and climbed in the bed with me while Shoko gave him a confused look. He moved closer to me until we were only a couple inches apart. He listened to me sob into my pillow, quieting my screams. If I could only see the hurt look on his face, I would’ve been broken for good. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me to his chest. One of his arms stays on my back as the other strokes my hair softly
“Let it all out.” Was all he said. I sobbed into his chest, my screams breaking both of their hearts as it is mine. Gojo let silent tears fall down his cheeks as he couldn’t help it, he already lost one best friend and he wasn’t ready to lose another
Shoko stared in concern at the scene in front of her not knowing what to do so she did what she could and sat on the bed next to us. She gently laid her hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. Both of the physical sentiments seem to help calm me down, soon I was reduced to silent tears and hiccup breaths as I felt my exhaustion consume me
Gojo was panicking on the inside as he held his sleeping tear-stained best friend in his arms. He didn’t want to lose another friend, he’d already lost one and he wasn’t ready to let go of another. He held onto me as tightly as he could without hurting me. His tears still stream down his face quietly as he worries what my future could look like, a sorcerer? A curse user? ….Geto? He quickly ran the idea out of his mind
I fell asleep in the embrace of two of my best friends and I realized something. I may miss old memories, old friends but my most loved ones are right here with me. I can’t have time pass me by while I’m still stuck in the past, yes it takes time to heal and it can’t be done overnight but it has to be done or it’ll consume me
I avoided sleep for the longest time hoping I wouldn’t see his face. I always wondered how he felt in his final weeks before he turned to the other side until I realized, this is how he felt. He felt alone, he felt hatred, he felt sorrow. I don’t think there’s even a word for everything he felt. I felt horrible knowing one of the people I cared about most was suffering in silence for so long and we couldn’t notice
I felt grateful, grateful that I have friends who see me hurting and what I’m going through. Who don’t know how to help but they help anyways, that’s the kind of friends I don’t want to push away. I’m happy to know that I’m not alone through all of this and that if I need someone they’re always there
Teachers pet
smut
reader is over 18
Satoru Gojo. He was the strongest jujustu sorcerer, most intricate, most diligent, and most childish. Satoru Gojo is my teacher.
“Gojo sensei!” Yuji came running towards the teacher, Nobara Kugisaki hot on his trail
“Hide me sensei!” Yuji quickly hid behind Gojo while the teacher laughed
“I’m gonna kill you Itadori!!” She came running towards him quickly with anger. Megumi sighed following after the two while I chuckled at their interactions. I nudged Megumi playfully
“C’mon ‘gumi, it’s funny” he cracked a small smile. We walked back to the group and while I was amused with the interaction, I couldn’t help but be distracted by a certain white haired man. I forced my head to turn to my classmates instead before I lost myself
“Y/n please get her!!” Yuji shouted towards me. I laughed at him
“Sorry no can do, we have training soon. Gotta go buddy” I made an excuse to get out of there, leaving Yuji with Nobara. I chuckled at the thought while walking to my dorm to change for our training exercises. I hurried and changed into a pair of shorts and cropped tee before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Nobara
“We’re about to start training” she looked at my outfit, “woah, love your outfit!” I thanked her and complimented her outfit. Today was a hot day so it wasn’t surprising seeing her in shorts and a tee either. We walked together to the field laughing and talking
Once we showed up we saw Yuji training with panda and Megumi training with Maki. I smiled at the way panda was throwing Yuji
“What the hell are they doing?” My voice sounding amused until we heard a voice behind us
“I could ask you the same thing” I jumped at the voice so close to my ear and turned to see Gojo. Nobara also being scared started to yell at Gojo until Maki called her over. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Gojo
“You scared me” I chuckled looking at the man wishing I could stare into his eyes and not a blindfold. He had his infamous smirk plastered on his face
“You ready for training?” He moved his face closer to mine. My cheeks tented a light pink as I started getting flustered. I moved my face to the side hoping he wouldn’t notice
“Yeah a-always” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. His smirk grew into a cheeky smile
“Good because you’ll be training with me” I turned to him quickly with my eyes wide
“W-what?” I asked in disbelief, “but I’m nowhere near as experienced as you” I tried to reason with him. He had the cockiest smirk on his face
“That’s why I’m going to teach you” he moved in close and whispered right by my ear. My face turned red all the way to the tips of my ears. He leaned back and even though I can’t see his eyes a chill went down my spine as his eyes raked over my body
“Cute outfit sweetheart” with a last compliment he was on his merry way down to the other students. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Surely I was imagining it, I mean he is THE Satoru Gojo. He wouldn’t be flirting with a student like me when he could have anyone he wanted
“Y/n!” I was broken out of my thoughts when my name was called over by none other than the man who has me so flustered, “we’re deciding partners, come join” his smirk was teasing at this point. I nodded my head and silently walked over to the group
Yuji was paired with panda, Maki was paired with Nobara, and Megumi was paired with Toge. Of course I already knew my partner. I don’t understand why he chose me but he’s Satoru Gojo, I can’t really question him
Everyone started in hand to hand combat. I looked to Gojo with determination and slight confusion. I got in stance and my nervousness must’ve shown because he lightly chuckled
“Ok sweetheart, let’s see what you’ve got” with two fingers he motioned me forward in a ‘come higher’ movement. With a determined look I started a run towards him and tried to blow a hit onto his face but he dodged and grabbed my hand, forcing it behind my back and him right along with it. He leaned in close to me
“Got to be quicker than that” His voice seductive giving chills down my spine. With my head unfocused he sweeped my legs from under me and forced me onto my stomach. I moaned out in pain while Gojo internally enjoyed every bit of this predicament
After he let me go we went a couple more rounds that all ended with me in sultry positions. Everyone stopped training when the sun began to set, that was our cue to stop as well. I started packing everything I brought with me and my mind was going a million miles a minute with suggestive thoughts. I shook my head to clear them and began to walk back until I hear my voice called again by the same man. I turned and walked back trying not to think of every way this man could have me bent over and mushy brained
“I just wanted to tell you, you did an amazing job today!” He said energetically. I scoffed
“I didn’t land a single hit on you though” I looked around and almost everyone was gone, those who weren’t were on their way. I turned back to him and he had his head tilted, almost as if he was studying me
“If you landed a hit, it would be because I let you.” Once he stated that my cheeks grew flushed once again and I avoided looking at the man once again. I hate how stupid it is but I grew wet just from that sentence
“Anyways I wanted to give you a little reward for holding your own” he spoke back to his normal voice. I looked up at him confused which just drove him to go on
“C’mon, follow me” he spoke in a chipper voice with me following after him quietly. He led us to his classroom
“What are we doing in here Gojo sensei?” I asked confused. He smiled at me and for some reason it sent major chills down my spine
“Could you sit up here for a moment while I grab something?” He patted the desk and I slowly nodded not getting how he didn’t ask me to sit at a desk instead but following anyways. I sat on the desk patiently while he riffled through his drawers
“Sensei Gojo?” I asked out. He looked up at me with a smile that made my heart stop and my legs subtly rub together
“Call me Satoru sweetheart” I flushed a deep red. I nodded my head
“Satoru… what is my reward?” I asked with my interest piqued. He smiled brightly when he found what he was looking for and quickly grabbed it. Before I could see what it was he hid it behind his back and walked in front of me
“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes” I listened almost instantly. He hummed in satisfaction. Satoru leaned both of his arms on each side of me, caging me into him as he leaned in close. My breath was caught in my throat as I felt his presence so close. Suddenly I felt our lips connect in surprise causing my lips to part in surprise
Satoru took this as an opportunity for entrance with his tongue. I leaned into the kiss as our tongues fought for dominance, obviously he won. I was so caught up in the kiss I didn’t notice his hand slip into my shorts and suddenly there was buzzing. I broke the kiss as I moaned feeling the buzzing on my clit. Gojo leaned back to watch my face with a grin
“Oh good, you like your surprise” he boasted and reveled in the way I twitched and bucked my hips. I looked to his face while moaning just wishing I could see his eyes
“Satoru” was all I could get out. My hands looked for some place to hold as I raised my hands and gripped the edge of the desk. His grin grew as did the tent of his pants. Satoru turned the vibrator frequency up and my head flew back
“Please” Was all I could say. What I was begging for? I don’t know. He pressed the vibrator impossibly closer and my legs started to shake as my eyes rolled back
“Aww are you about to cum?” He mocked me. Just as I was on the edge of my orgasm he turned the vibrator off. I whined in disappointment
“Don’t worry sweetheart, the real surprise is right here” he started to unbuckle his pants. I sat back up and looked where his hands were. I’ve been dreaming of him since I met him, I was practically drooling already. He paused his movements
“Do you want this?” He asked suddenly in a serious tone. I nodded my head frantically
“Please, want it so bad” I practically pleaded. His smile came back and he hurried to get his pants off. Once he unbuckles his pants he takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room. He quickly got rid of his shirt along with it. I couldn’t help but stare at his physique, entranced by a body that looks like it was sculpted by the gods
I reached out and trailed my nails along his abdomen softly. His breath hitches at the contact of my skin and he chuckles
“Like what you see?” He teased with a smirk. I merely nodded then looked up into his blindfold
“Yes, very much”
I figured this was long enough so part 2 coming soon bby’s
Geto couldn’t help it. It looked so soft. So cute. So plump. He wanted to poke at it. Maybe even get a quick squeeze outta it. He wasn’t usually one for soft things but this had to be an exception. Maybe cuz of you… he does love you dearly. You’ve brought out his softer side he only shows to you. He won’t be like this with anyone else. He won’t feel the need to poke at the soft thing or squish it and show his more domestic side. Only for you. Only to you-
“Geto” after 5 times of calling out his name, he looks up at you “huh?” “Will you please stop staring at my plushie like that and and give it back. Did you mean to win it for yourself ?” You deadpanned the 6’3 man. He looked perplexed. Then he remembered, he had won a plushie for you at the fair you guys are currently at for a date “sorry my love” you tugged the plushie to your chest, glaring at the giant man that is your boyfriend for tryna steal it from you. He may have thought bout winning one for himself
"we're the strongest after all, aren't we?"
a/n; ive been forcing myself to do 10 minutes of sketching cause ive had bad artblock lately, and this was one of the sketches i liked ☺️ love you my perfect beautiful king geto and also gojo is here...! its still very messy and a lot of things i can improve but its helping me get out of that artblock !!