OMGGGG !!! I LOVED THE LATEST WORK SO MUCHHHH SO CUTE !!! would it be too much to ask a continuation of that but with different characters like gojo, toge, nanami and the rest ?? the exact same just different people where they fall asleep on the reader <333
⋆｡°✩ ANGEL / KNEW YOU WERE SPECIAL FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU
gojo satoru, geto suguru, inumaki toge, and okkotsu yuuta falling asleep on you
notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), not proofread, sorry if anyone is ooc !! not super happy with these tbh but i'm so glad you liked the last one !! i hope you enjoy this one too :)), header from pinterest, title from the weeknd - angel
curses make GETO SUGURU sick. they taste like a rag that’s been used to clean vomit. swallowing them is an indescribable feeling - one that cannot be forgotten, even with drugs or alcohol.
he sighs as he slips into your shared bedroom. moonlight illuminates your figure, sitting up wide awake on your side of the bed. “you’re home.”
suguru smiles. his hand slips into his hair, brushing a few stray strands away of his eyes. “you waited up for me?”
“of course i did.” his face flushes as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands linger around your waist as he pulls you into a tight hug. “how did it go?”
suguru closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. with each passing moment in your embrace, he can feel the weight of the world slipping off of his shoulders. swallowing his distaste for sorcery, he murmurs, “it was fine.”
you hum. pulling away slightly, you press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “come here.”
with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, suguru slips underneath the covers to lay beside you. his hair falls down his back in waves, finally released from the confines of the usual bun.
“i love you, suguru,” you whisper. “i’m glad you’re safe.”
“i love you too.” suguru sighs in response, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. curses make suguru sick. but when your arms wrap around his waist and your fingers tangle in his hair, maybe his life isn’t so bad after all.
GOJO SATORU flinches when shoko slams a cup of water down in front of him. “drink it,” she commands. “you’ve been sitting here wallowing for days. it’s not a good look on you.”
he remains silent, accepting the cup with a shaky sigh. shoko’s dark eyes study his features with a sharp glare. the usual playful glint in satoru’s ocean blue eyes is missing - replaced by a dullness she hasn’t seen in years. his shoulders slump from exhaustion; usually pristinely combed strands of his hair have become tangled from a lack of care.
shoko sighs. “y/n will be fine.” her words ring hollow through satoru’s mind. his gaze catches a glimpse of you once again - body laying limp in the hospital bed, covered in layers of bandages and bruises. his heart leaps into his throat.
it’s only when shoko places a hand on his shoulder that he realizes she’s expecting a response. satoru coughs, muttering a soft, “yeah.”
time blurs together. seconds turn into minutes into hours. it moves agonizingly slow and far too quickly all at once. he closes his eyes, cursing everyone he can think of. of all people - why did it have to be you?
satoru jumps when you cough; the quiet noise is enough to rip him out of his daydream. he digs his nails into his palms. this isn’t real, is it?
“y/n!” he scrambles to his feet; his face looms over you as he studies your face. “you’re awake! how are you feeling? are you okay?”
“i’m fine,” you chuckle. reaching up, you brush your thumb against his cheek. “you look worse than me.”
“i was just… worried.” satoru sighs, leaning into your touch. “don’t ever do that again.”
you softly smile, reaching up and gently carding your fingers through his hair. you guide him to join you in the overly cramped bed. “i love you, satoru.” closing his eyes, he presses his ear against your chest, letting the steady rhythm of your beating heart slowly lull him to sleep.
INUMAKI TOGE slumps into the seat beside you, not bothering to stifle his yawn. the hem of his uniform presses against the tip of his nose, effectively hiding the curse marks embedded into his skin behind the fabric. he leans against the wall as he studies the smooth plaster coating the ceiling.
“are you tired?” you murmur. toge startles slightly at the sound of your voice before he nods slightly. you smile. “me too. i wish they would stop sending us out so early.”
shivers run down toge’s spine when your shoulders casually brush against each other. he hadn’t noticed the limited space between your bodies until you were already touching. hesitantly, he leans over until his head settles against your shoulder. “mustard leaf?”
“yeah, it’s fine.” you smile, warming his cheeks once again. toge’s breath hitches in his throat when your lips casually brush against the crown of his head. his heart beats erratically in his chest and his face burns a deep red, thankfully hidden behind the fabric of his uniform. deep violet eyes stare into your own as you brush his bangs aside, softly smiling down at him. “get some rest. i’ll wake you up when ieiri-san gets back.”
toge doesn’t tell you that it’s nearly impossible to relax around you - butterflies swarm around in his stomach relentlessly and he can feel his face burn. he doesn’t tell you that shoko will likely just hand him another bottle of cough medicine and send him back to the dorms to sleep it off. he doesn’t mention that you probably need the sleep more than he does.
instead, he simply smiles, murmuring a soft, “salmon,” beneath his breath before he allows himself to relax, finding solace in the crook of your neck.
OKKOTSU YUUTA groans, nuzzling himself closer against your couch cushions. his throat scratches every time he swallows and the world spins each time he opens his eyes. his body aches with every movement he makes as he kicks his blankets off, letting the fabric fall into a heap at the corner of the couch.
you chuckle softly as you make your way into the living room, sliding into the seat beside him. “how are you feeling, yuu?”
“like death.” his worlds slur together in his sleepy state; syllables mush into one until you can barely comprehend the words escaping his lips. his skin is flushed, stained a light pink from his still-ongoing fever.
yuuta raises his head, tired, dark eyes finally meeting your gaze. “i can’t believe i got sick.”
“i’m sorry, honey,” you hum, reaching over to rub your hand against his back. yuuta shivers at the feeling, further relaxing against your touch. his eyes flutter shut; stray strands of ink black hair framing his sharp features. “just focus on getting some rest, okay? you’ll feel better in the morning.”
yuuta grumbles quietly, but relents nonetheless. your hands slip underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. your fingertips rub miscellaneous shapes against his skin, gently massaging the tension away from his shoulders. a soft smile lingers on yuuta’s lips as he sighs, finally falling back into sleep’s familiar embrace.
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· Summary: The girl you're supervising for a mission is a spoiled brat princess. Once her eyes met your boyfriend, she becomes obsessed with him. You decided you've had enough once she took the chance.
· CW: 11.6k (sigh) // Fluff. Angst. Annoying behaviour. Act of deception. You and the girl having a beef. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Implied and mention of sex. Implied past oral sex. Mention of genitals lmao.
Female reader, uses she/her pronouns, called ‘girl’ and ‘miss’.
“Excuse me, but what?” You look at your teacher, Yaga, after he tells you what your next mission is.
“You heard me. Your next mission is to look after one of the higher-ups' grand-daughter. Her parents are going out of town for a five days, and they want you to look after their only daughter.” Yaga explained once more.
“Your job is to keep her safe from cursed spirits. She's not a sorcerer therefore she can't use cursed technique, but she does see them.” He adds.
“But, why me?” You complain but make it sound as polite as you can since he's the teacher. “Shouldn't I be going on a mission to exorcise cursed spirits around the city instead?”
“You're the only one available right now,” Yaga answers straight to the point. “Anything else you want to say?”
‘The only one available, my ass.’ You curse in your mind.
“How about Utahime-san? She doesn't go much on a mission, right?” You try to bargain, hoping he would change your position.
“That's exactly why you're assisted. You're a frontline sorcerer, Iori is not, she's a support. What would happen if a cursed spirit attacked?” He answers sternly, not buying your suggestions.
You huff at the reasonable answer he gave you. “Any more questions?” He looks at you intently. “No.” You shake your head. Yaga nods at your response, “Good. You're dismissed.”
You turn around to walk out of his office before he speaks again, “Three million yen of reward will wait for you if you complete this mission.”
You stop your track, turning back to him slowly. “Three million yen?" You repeat as if in disbelief. “For taking care of a rich man's daughter?” You ask again.
Yaga nods at you for confirmation. “Just another piece of information.” He said. “For motivation purposes.” He adds tad a bit quietly.
‘Well, I'll be damned.’
You walk side by side with your boyfriend in the school's hallway, heading out to grab some snacks and drinks before heading out to your respective missions.
“What about your mission?” He asked, looking at you. “Anything special, or just some lower-grade curses?”
You huff in annoyance. “My next mission is actually to look after the grand-daughter of one of the higher-ups because her parents are out of town. You know, keeping an eye on her from cursed spirits.” You shrug. “I hope she's not a brat.”
“Oh? So you’re just a glorified babysitter for now.” He chuckles. “Don’t screw up now, okay?” He said playfully, then looked at you and smiled. “Are you at least getting paid extra?” He then adds in a joking tone.
“Hey!” You nudge his side with your elbow. He chuckles again, smiling brightly before looking at you and stroking your cheek.
“If I had a yen for every time you make that face, I'll be able to buy myself a house.” He said with the most teasing tone. “But seriously, is that all you’re doing? Looking after a girl? It can't be hard, right?”
”Yeah, but she's the only daughter from a rich family, her parents paid a lot for this.” You answer.
”So, they're rich? Do you get to be fed delicious food, perhaps?” He suggest with a sly smile.
“You just earned yourself the easiest mission ever, love,” he then said with a small nod. “Well, that depends on the princess you're going to babysit.” He jokes a bit while still leaning close to you with a smirk.
“I could lend a hand for you if you want?” He jokingly asks you with a wink.
“Please, do. I'll split the mission's reward with you, just a bit, though.” You shake your head at the thought of something that might happen in this mere mission or is it just you overthinking.
“I have a feeling I'm the one who's going to have a hard time.” You let out a harsh sigh before shaking the negative thoughts off your head. “After that, we can get some good food.”
“I'm just messing around. I'm not taking your reward, love." He chuckled a bit, patting your head. “So long as I’m with you, it’s already a reward.”
Then, he thought for a moment before nodding. “Hey, maybe we can also cook some good food ourselves.”
“What do you say?” He asked. “I can show you how to cook some dishes that my mom taught me.” He smiles sweetly at you.
“Really? That sounds wonderful. We can do that, too.” You nod at his suggestion. He pats your head again in response.
“So, are you excited to have a new job as a babysitter?” He asked you while walking, a little smug smile appeared on his face again. “I'm sure you can manage.” He added.
“Or... Do you want me to try babysitting you first to see what it's like taking care of a child?” He asked you jokingly, looking at you.
“I'm not a child.” You pout at him as you both walk closer to the vending machine.
“Hmm? You're not?” He asked with a teasing smile, knowing that you were being affected by his comment. “Are you sure? I'm seeing a certain toddler in front of me right now.” You huff at his words.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a few coins. “Say, do you want anything, love?” He asked you, then looked at the vending machine in front of you and the snack options.
“Cola, please.” You step closer, standing next to him. “Such a spoiled little girl.” He said jokingly before chuckling. He inserts the necessary amount of coins and waits for the cola to drop down.
“And snacks.” He took out some more coins and put them inside of the machine before getting out some chips for the two of you.
“Here you go, my child.” He said jokingly before handing you a can of cola and some chips. “Don't eat too much.” He ruffles your hair gently.
“Yes, Father. Thank you for the treats.” You play along with the game and kiss him on the cheek as gratitude.
He takes out his food, looking at you while he talks to you. “So, I guess we both have our own missions now. Who do you think will have it easier first, me or you?” He asked you, trying to initiate a little conversation.
“You.” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “I'll be stuck with a brat here instead. The only child of a rich family is not far from being spoiled after all.” You complain once again.
“You never know.” He said while eating his snack. “This person could be the sweetest thing on the face of the earth, but with the way you're talking, she probably senses your dislike for her, which will make her act out in return.” He said, still joking around with you to ease your mood about the mission.
“Please, don't jinx it.” You groan at the thought. Geto chuckles at your reaction. “Maybe this brat of a princess can be your bestie, you'll never know.” He said playfully.
“And if the brat ends up acting up like you're expecting them to, you can always ask Daddy for help.” He teases you more. “I think I will.” You roll your eyes.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, you take it out with your free hand to see that you got a text from Yaga, saying that the rich man's daughter you're assigned to has arrived at school, which means your mission starts now.
“The brat is here. I'll see you later, okay? Be safe on your mission!” You give him a short kiss on the lips. You gathered the snacks on your one arm and hold the cola on your other.
“I'll see you later, love.” He replied with his soft smile, waving goodbye to you. “Don't worry about me, I'll be back before you know it.” He added.
“Just be a good babysitter, okay?” He then smirked playfully, still waving goodbye to you. You wave back as you walk towards Yaga's office again to begin your task.
Once you reached the office, there's Yaga standing with a girl beside him outside of the office's door. They turn to you at the same time, expecting your arrival.
Did Geto really jinx it or did your instinct come true, you don't know, but you're cursing fate and whoever has sent this evil spirit to your presence.
“Oh, how kind of you.” She grabs your chips and cola from your hands. The one that your boyfriend bought for you, and this brat thought you bought this for her.
‘It's the first day, come on. You can do this.’ You mentally cheer yourself. Pessimistically.
“This is Hanada Yui, the girl you'll be looking after.” Yaga introduced you to the girl as she held the chip close to her chest. “And this is (L/N) (Y/N), the one who is going to look after you for the next five days from now.” He adds, introducing you to her.
She looks young, but not far younger than you. She dresses well with expensive brand clothing, as expected from a child coming from a rich family.
“Nice to meet you, Hanada-chan.” You forced a smile, trying to be friendly with her, grimacing at the word ‘nice’ since you know it's not true at all.
“You, too.” She answers casually, a small smile gracing her face, you're not sure if it's genuine or not, but you brush it off, trying not to care so much.
“Alright. She's yours now.” He said to you before pointing toward the girl. Yaga walks closer to you before leaning a bit closer, “Be nice to the girl, okay?” He then said to you before looking at the girl. “Try to have a conversation with her, too.”
Yaga knows that you're not exactly the friendliest around new people, let alone the ones that don't strike well with you.
“Yes, got it.” You nod at him, assuring him and yourself. “Good, good.” Yaga gives you a small approving smile before excusing himself, letting you both talk with each other.
Yui, on the other hand, looks up at you with a slight pout. “So, you're my babysitter?” She asked you, her arms crossed in front of her and still holding onto the chips and cola.
“I thought so.” She said, sounding disappointed. “I was hoping for a hot guy who's going to look after me.” She shrugs, her decorated pigtails moving as she tilts her head to the side.
“How long am I stuck with you, by the way?” She asks. “Five days.” You answer shortly, trying to not let any annoyance come out of your tone.
“Ohh, that's long.” She groans as she eats the chip. After a while of her eating her chip in silence, she suddenly asked you a question. “Why are you even a babysitter in the first place? Shouldn't you have a real job?” She asked you, curious at your response.
‘Because I'm not.’ You grumble to yourself in your mind.
“You can see curses but you can't use a cursed technique, that's why your parents sent you here and assigned me, a Jujutsu sorcerer, to look after your safety. It's my mission.” You explain to her.
“Well, that's boring.” She looks at you in disapproval.
“Why can't you at least play games with me?” She said to you while continuing to eat her snack. “I'm sure they pay you to let me have fun, I don't see the reason why you want me to just sit here all day. Do you plan on watching me until I sleep?” She asks you while sounding slightly annoyed.
“I'll do whatever you want.” You answer her, keeping your cool together. You just know that this brat is going to be a pain in the ass.
“You'll do whatever I want? No way. You're probably just trying to mess with me. I mean, you already seem like a boring babysitter to me.” She said while giving you the most unimpressed look ever.
“Hmm...” She looks at you curiously, tilting her head while looking at you with her arms crossed. She then grins at you when she sees that you're actually taking her words seriously.
“You'll do whatever I tell you to do, right? You're going to be my slave the entire time.” She then says with a smirk, and by the way you two are interacting, it seems like this is what she wanted.
‘Babysitter to slave? What a downgrade.’ You roll your eyes.
“Whatever you said, princess.” You answer with a hint of mocking. It's official, you got beef with this brat.
“Oh... Did I strike a nerve there?” She asked you with a smirk, clearly enjoying this. “I like you.” With her still smirking at you, she finally finishes her snack and hands you the empty packet of chips, looking at you while waiting for your response.
You grab the trash from her, “You're welcome.” You smile sarcastically at her as walks past you. You roll your eyes once more behind her back before following her.
“Hhmm... Alright, what should we do next?” She asked you, clearly looking for some fun. “Oh, how about a shopping spree?” She suggested.
“I think my wardrobe needs a bit of improvement. Don't you think so?” She said, expecting you to obey her orders.
“Yeah, sounds good.” You answer her, clearly not enjoying it. From now, you just have to answer her straight on, not entertain her ego even more even though Yaga just told you to be nice and talk with her.
“Ohhhh, you're actually going along with my idea, huh? I thought you'd be more resistant. Well, this is going to be fun!” She said with a slight snicker.
“Hurry up! We don't have all day!” She yelled at you as she walked ahead. It seems like she's the one in control of the situation right now, which might become a big problem if she keeps on treating you like that.
Yui wanted to go to the mall for shopping, and who are you to deny that? Your job is to look after her anyway, which means you'll be stuck around her to your own dismay. Good thing you're going to get paid well with this mission.
After the assistant manager drives to the mall and drops you both off, she excitedly enters the mall with you following close behind her.
It seems like Yui has a specific place in mind where she wants to go. She quickly makes a beeline towards a boutique store, pulling you along by the sleeves of your uniform.
“Come on, hurry!” She said as she opened the store door for you. “You better get me everything I want, okay? It's your job after all!” She said, looking at you with a smug smile before stepping inside the store.
“I thought the little princess was rich? Did Daddy not give you enough pocket money, sweetheart?” You answer mockingly with an equally smug smile. You're not going to let this brat have whatever she wants.
“Hmph.” She grunted once she heard your comment. Your words got to the little princess. She made a pout on her face, crossing her arms in front of her while letting out an angry groan.
“Of course, he gave me money! I just don't want to use it.” She said, trying to act tough. “Why should I use the allowance my daddy gave me when I could use your money instead?” She said, sounding bratty now.
“Oops, sorry, didn't bring any.” You pull the inside of your pockets out from your uniform, showing nothing with a feign apologetic tone.
It seems like that's not the right answer to say at the moment as Yui's expression immediately changes, her eyes widening as she lets out another groan of annoyance. She was pretty obviously expecting you to be her piggy bank, but that was quickly put to a stop.
She then tugs on the cuffs of your uniform sleeve aggressively, almost pulling your arm, before speaking to you in an angry voice.
“What?! So, you're saying that you're my babysitter but you didn't bring any money?” She asked you, sounding outraged by your reply. “How are you going to buy things for me then?” She then said, sounding demanding. “You better fix your mistake!”
“The garbage outside is free. I could get you that.” You shrug, looking around the boutique, not giving in to her bratty needs.
The comment you made clearly stung her heart, causing her to ball up her fists with anger.
“How dare you suggest to get me garbage, are you mocking me?” She said, her tone becoming a little more aggressive than before. “I'm not some poor kid that you could trick into thinking that getting garbage is even a good idea.” She then said, her voice getting raised a little.
“Now, let's find something to spend your money on.” She then added, pointing at you to get moving.
“Alright, alright.” You lift your hands in defense, letting her pull your uniform sleeve by force once more. “Good, you're understanding.” Then she just walks forward, expecting you to follow her.
She starts looking for something that she'll like while you're left to look after her and make sure she doesn't get into trouble.
She quickly walked over to a dress rack, and without even looking at you, she started to pull out some dresses that she wants to try
“Hm... I think I'll get this red dress.” She said to you, pointing at the red dress on the mannequin. “What do you think?” She then asked you, seemingly wanting to hear a response from you.
“That's pretty.” You look at the dress she's pointing at. What an expensive-looking dress with an equally expensive price.
This got her smiling a little bit. “You really do think it's pretty?” She asks you while still looking at the dress that she's currently pointing at. “Do you want to go ahead and pay for me?” She adds with a proud smile.
“Oh, what's the limit again? Can I get more than one dress? Hmm... I'm sure you have enough to pay.” She said before looking at you with a cheeky grin.
Oh, how you want to wipe that off her face.
“Yeah, I'm filthy rich after all.“ You cross your arms smugly. “Pick any clothes you want, princess.” You play along with her game.
She seems happy to hear that. “Great! Then, I want this green dress as well.” She said while pointing at the green dress near the red dress. “And also those shoes, they'll go great with my dresses.” She added, pointing at a pair of white shoes.
“We might as well get some accessories too. Let's see...” She strokes her chin, looking at the accessories. “I'll get this headband and... How about... This one, this one, and... This one?” She picked more dresses out of the rack. “Is that a yes on my request, Miss Babysitter?” She then asked you still with a smug smile on her face.
“Yes, princess.” You roll your eyes. She keeps going here and there. You followed her with boredom, choosing to stay on your phone. After she was done, we went to the counter to pay.
“How about you wait outside while I pay for this?” You offered. She tilts her head in confusion but does exactly what you ask her to do.
You wait at the counter, holding the things that she's chosen to buy while the saleslady is scanning the barcodes to price them individually.
“What a funny girl.” You shake your head, eyeing her from inside the boutique to make sure she doesn't go anywhere, and there are no cursed spirits around her.
“The total would be three hundred forty-six thousand yen.” The saleslady put the clothes and accessories in the bag. You give her the credit card, watching her intently.
“With the name Hanada Yui?” She asks to make sure. “That's right.” You nod, trying to hide your sly smile. “Just type in the code here.” She turns around the card swipe machine for you to enter the pin.
The thing about being a sorcerer, you got to learn how to be sneaky and smart, never let them know what your next move is. That is exactly what you did.
While Yui was busy, you sneak inside her purse, grabbing the card from one of the pockets. You're kind of surprised she doesn't notice, well, that's what people do when they're too focused on one thing. You spend your time on your phone to search for the numbers of her credit card and get the code.
‘Filty rich, I wished.’ You chuckle at your words earlier.
Poor girl really thinks you're buying all her stuff, which she chooses many on purpose, even though you feel bad for deceiving her.
“Thank you for shopping.” The saleslady gives you back the card along with the bags with a respectful bow which you return.
She waited outside while you paid for all of the dresses that she picked out. When you got out of the store, she looked at you, expecting you to hand the dresses to her.
“It took you forever.” She said, not seeming too pleased by your actions. “Are you trying to make me unhappy? Because it's working.” She added, still not getting the dresses you bought for her as she looked at you with an annoyed expression.
“Here you go, princess.” You hand her the bags full of clothes and accessories she bought. “Wanna go back now?”
She took the bags you gave to her while looking at you with a surprised smile. “Thank you, Miss Babysitter.” She said, sounding much more pleasant and bratty in a way.
“Of course, I want to go back. What? Do you think I'll willingly spend the entire day out here?” She sound annoyed by your question.
“Oh, right, I don't have to worry about that.” She then said, smirking once more. “Since you're my babysitter, you'll be with me for the entire day, whether you like it or not.”
You let out an annoyed sigh, dialing the same assistant manager to pick you up from the mall. As you wait, you got a few text from Geto.
I just finished the mission in Yokohama. Heading to Hachioji right now.
How was the babysitting duty, love?
You smile at his texts before typing,
Okay, stay safe ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭♥
It's horrid.
After a while, he read the your response and replied back,
I'll be back after a day. Be a good girl, okay? ♥
Tell me about it.
Yui seems to be curious on why you're smiling while on your phone, “Who are you texting?” You look up from your phone with a shrug, “No one.”
I'm always a good girl!!!ヽ(`д´；)/
I will later.
You put your phone back into your pocket as the car arrived. You wonder what tomorrow would be like with this brat around.
The second day doesn't get any better. This spoiled brat Yui keeps demanding things, and the more she does it, the more irritated you become.
“Can I have that?”
“Can we go here?”
“Can you buy me this?”
She keeps on asking you in a pushy tone, but you can't refuse her demands if you want to accomplish your mission.
She still doesn't show any signs of calming down as she keeps on giving you multiple different requests for you to do. She seems to be trying hard to make your mission harder than it actually is.
She's not just asking for normal stuff either, like eating snacks or drinking cold drinks in the afternoon. No, she asks for the latest fashion accessories, the newest phone model, or the trendiest hairstyle.
In other words, she's the most bratty princess you probably have seen, which makes your mission harder than you'd think.
“I thought I'm your babysitter? Not your sugar mommy?” You look at her ridiculously, refusing the things she wants. Expensive stuff? Hell, no.
“Awww, Miss Babysitter doesn't wanna be my sugar mommy?” She asks you, putting on an exaggerated fake-cute voice. “Are you too poor to buy these things for me?” She asks you mockingly.
“Oh, I suppose I am, that's not good.” You feign the act of being sad, putting a hand to your forehead for the dramatic act, before relaxing back against the couch, crossing your legs.
“I'm starting to doubt you're actually rich when you keep refusing to use your own money.” You say, trying to get a rise out of this brat. “Is your credit card actually zero?” You feign surprise.
She tilted her head in confusion for a few seconds before her face suddenly grew tense with anger. “You dare say that I'm lying about being rich, huh?” She asks accusingly.
“I'll show you, Miss Babysitter.” She reached for her handbag before taking out a big bundle of money. “Look.” She shows you the money. “Is this zero to you?” She asked with a smirk on her face, wanting to hear your answer.
“Oho...” You chuckle at the sight, amused by her reaction. “I've seen more.” You say nonchalantly as if you're not impressed.
‘Yeah, Gojo's money when he lost a bet.’ You snicker to yourself.
“More? Who do you think you are?” She asked, offended by your remark. “Are you trying to say that you're richer than me?” She said like a spoiled princess. “You want to play the ‘I'm superior to you’ game now, huh?”
You let out a yawn, choosing to play on your phone instead as you relax on the couch, letting her talk whatever she wants. She doesn't seem to like your behavior right now, especially since she's trying her best to make you entertain her.
“Hey! Aren't you supposed to be looking after me?” She snapped at you, wanting your attention. “It's your job, isn't it? I thought you'd been hired to look after my safety, not to sit on the couch and be lazy!” She added with a scolding tone.
“Do you want to get fired? You won't get paid if you don't look after me.” She said, trying to intimidate you.
“Jujutsu sorcerers don't get fired, smartass.” You answer nonchalantly as you keep playing with your phone. “What do you want me to do anyway?”
This seems to make her even more angry again. “Is that how you react when someone hires you? By ignoring their orders?” She asked you, sounding annoyed.
“As I said before, you were hired to look after my safety. Now, do your job, or I'll complain to the teacher!” She then said, sounding a little bit more stern with her words as she looked at you, waiting for your response. “Do I really need to give you instructions, Miss Babysitter?”
The princess is angry again. Text you later ( ˘ ³˘)♥
He replied soon after you sent him the text,
wwwwwww alright. Later, love ♥
“Okay, then, princess. What would you like to do?” You put your phone down, leaning against the couch with your attention on her.
Her frown is replaced by a smug smile when you finally give in. “Can't you be imaginative by yourself? Do you need me to tell you what to do?” She asks you sarcastically while crossing her arms in front of her with a smug smile.
“But, I could give you some ideas on what to do.” She added before uncrossing her arms. “There's a cute cafe nearby. We could go there and have a chat. What do you say?” She sounds somewhat sweet as she says this.
“Alright, we can go there.” You get up from the couch. She seems delighted to hear your approval. “That's the spirit. Let's go there now.” She said excitedly, and with that, you both walked out of the dorm to get a ride from another available assistant manager and go to the said cafe that she mentioned earlier.
Once you manage to reach the cafe, she takes a seat and beckons you to sit down with her. “Come, sit down with me. I want to get to know you better.” She says to you, sounding pleasant. You sit in front of her right across the table.
“Now, let's begin by getting to know you first, Miss Babysitter.” She leaning towards you a little bit. “What do you like to do in your spare time? And are you in a relationship currently?” She asks you while looking at you with a small smile.
“Well, I like watching movies in my spare time. Maybe rest when I have no missions or school work.” You shrug.
When you didn't answer her last question, Yui made a curious sound. “Oh, then you're single?” She asked with a smirk on her face.
“You want to know?” You ask back teasingly. “You still didn't answer the last question, aren't you in a relationship? Don't be scared.” She sounds a little bit frustrated.
‘Damn, she's pushy as always.’
“I am.” You smile smugly. “He's a Special Grade sorcerer, he's on a mission right now.” You answer with a sense of pride.
“I see.” She leans back into her chair and crosses her arms. “So... You're saying that you're in a romantic relationship with some Special Grade sorcerer right now, huh?” She asked you, trying to make you tell her about the sorcerer she's talking about.
“How about you? Do you have any hobbies?” You avoid the topic. She seemed to be in a bit of a mood after hearing your reply, trying to change the subject.
“I asked you a question, I want you to answer that first. Tell me about this Special Grade sorcerer.” She asked you. “And no, I don't answer your questions while you're not answering mine.” She added, sounding a little bit more annoyed than before.
“Why would you want to know your babysitter's love life, hm? You wanna know if he's a hot shot or something?” You answer teasingly. Yui let out a groan while rolling her eyes.
“I should've known you won't give me a straightforward answer.” She said, annoyed. Her frown slowly changed into another smirk after you answered her question like that.
“Actually, I'm curious to know what kind of man your boyfriend is. Is he cute? Is he handsome? Does he have a great personality?” She asked you, sounding a little bit sarcastic while holding back her giggles.
“He's all of that.” You lean back on your seat, crossing your arms as well. Rubbing to her face about your boyfriend.
She raises both of her eyebrows in surprise, seeming to be a little bit frustrated now after hearing your answer.
“Wait... You serious? You actually have a hot boyfriend? He's both cute, handsome, and has a great personality?” She looks like she couldn't believe what you just told her. “No wonder you won't tell me about him.” She said with a pout on her face, crossing her arms and looking at the table.
“What? You jealous?” You snicker at her reaction, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Jealous? Me? Jealous over your boyfriend? Ha!” She answers sarcastically, shaking her head while looking at you. “I'll have you know that I can steal your boyfriend when I want to.” She added arrogantly while looking at you with a smug smile.
“So, you might want to watch what you're saying, otherwise, you might find yourself without a boyfriend by the end of the day.” She said sarcastically but a little bit intimidating at the same time.
“My boyfriend doesn't like bratty girls. Sorry, you don't have a chance.” You answer back with a feigned sympathy tone.
Her face turned into a displeased one upon hearing what you said. “What did you just call me?” She asked you, her voice sounded a little bit shaky as she gripped the arms of her chair very tightly.
“I'll have you know that I'm not a bratty girl at all.” She's defensive and a little bit prideful while giving you a cold stare. “You shouldn't assume that your boyfriend doesn't like bratty girls just because you don't like them.”
You shake your head in amusement. “Whatever you said, princess.”
We spend more or less two hours at the cafe. Yui also leads you towards the arcade since she wants to play there, this time, you really paid for it.
You can't lie, you did enjoy playing the arcade with her despite her attitude problems. After it gets darker, she requested another meal at a restaurant before heading back to the school dorm.
It's 10:34 PM once you head back to your room after assisting Yui to her room. You plop down on the bed, drained after the day.
Not long after, you heard knocking on your door. You get up with a groan, walking towards the door, ready to be greeted with the sight of Yui with her night cravings.
But to your surprise, you see your boyfriend, already home from his mission. “I'm back.” He opens his arms wide with a smile on his face. “Suguru!” You quickly jump into his embrace.
“Aww, you missed me, too, love?” He asked, holding you close into his warm body. He gives you a long kiss on your forehead before leading you back inside your bedroom before closing the door.
“I've missed you so much.” He rubs your cheek slowly while he stares at you lovingly with his soft eyes.
He chuckled slightly as you jumped into his arms, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you.
He laid you down on the bed as he lay beside you. “How was your day?” He asked you sweetly, caressing your hair.
“Tiring.” You groan, remember how you're babysitting a bratty girl who's almost the same age as yours. “The brat did give me a hard time, but she was okay today.” You've been talking about this through text, and he wants to hear it directly from you.
He chuckles lightly at your reply. “Oh, that girl again?” He asks you in a playful tone. “I see she got you all worked up, huh?” He looks at you amused.
“So, what did she do this time? Or should I say, what didn't she do this time?” He asked, curious and teasing at the same time.
“She asked if I have a boyfriend or something. She doesn't seem pleased when I answer her.” You shake your head with a dry chuckle. “Are you interested in bratty girls?” You caress his cheek with your thumb, remembering Yui's words from earlier.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing your story, “What did she say when she found out that you're in a relationship?” He asked you while stroking your hair lovingly.
“And no, I'm not interested in bratty girls. Well, when you are being bratty, then yes. You're the only one for me.” He added in a flirty tone before leaning in to kiss your lips. “Good.” You said after returning the kiss. “Because she said she can steal you from me.” You huff.
“Steal me from you? She said that, huh?” He asked you with a chuckle, still stroking your hair. “She really thinks that she has a chance to be with me?” He asked you in a bewildered voice.
“Right? Glad you think so, too.” This time you lean to kiss him first. “Don't worry, my love. I'll always be by your side, only you.” He said assuringly.
“She can keep trying but she won't succeed.” He gave you a kiss on the forehead before adding, “She probably just said that just because she wants to make you jealous, darling.”
“Yeah, I know that.” You frown, your hand slowly sneaking under his t-shirt for comfort, feeling his toned abs and cold skin. Seems like he just took a shower before coming here.
He lets out a hum as he feels your hand touching him underneath. “Ah, you're a one handsy girl. What's getting you in the mood, darling?” He seems to be enjoying the moment as he leans closer before kissing you.
He takes off his t-shirt and tosses it to the side, holding your hands onto his chest to feel his body more. “Mmm... Forget about the bratty girl. Let's enjoy each other.” He whispers to you, the mood starting to get intimate. “Let's focus on us.”
He lets out a small groan of pleasure as you pull him into an even deeper and more passionate kiss, one that could lead to something more. He closes his eyes in bliss as he deepens the kiss, his hands gently caressing your waist.
He makes no attempt to stop you, allowing the kiss to go on for as long as you want it to. He immediately holds your body in place, wanting you to be on top of him instead.
He looks at you as he continues to kiss you, his hands traveling down your back before he holds both of your hips. He starts to unbutton your sleeping shirt, his eyes still looking at you.
“Let me give you a good time, darling.” He says in a seductive voice. His eyes traveled slowly from your shoulders to your hips, his tongue teasingly sticking out for a moment before he finally took off your shirt and threw it beside him.
“My princess deserves to be treated like a queen tonight.”
In the morning, you wake up at the continuous knocking on the door. You snuggle onto Geto's bare chest, ignoring the sound.
You're still tired after last night, and you can't even think straight right now. But the knocking is getting louder and it's starting to annoy you.
Geto wakes up as well after hearing the knocking sound. He looks at you while lying down on the bed, annoyed.
He groans, bothered by the knocking sound, so eventually, he gets up from the bed and puts his pants on. “Hmm... Who's knocking so loudly like this...” He adds, still sleepy.
He heads to the door and opens it slightly, only to see Yui, standing outside. She seems surprised to see a man, a very handsome man opening the door of your room, shirtless even.
Geto is only wearing his pants, showing off his gloriously upper body from his v-line, abs, and chest. Not to mention there's a bulge from his pants since he doesn't wear anything underneath. His long hair is disheveled across his shoulder.
She just stares at Geto silently for a moment, then starts to blush as she turns her gaze away from him, feeling a little bit embarrassed at her actions. After a moment, she speaks up.
“W-what are you doing at (Y/N)-chan's room?” She asked, still looking away as her face looks a little bit red now.
“What are you doing? Knocking on someone's door this early.” Geto answered back, leaning against the wall. His face is not pleased after being disturbed in his sleep, especially after the mission and intimate moment with his girlfriend last night.
She looks up at Geto now, her body in a more confident position. She raises an eyebrow at his reply. “Why? I'm checking in on my babysitting assignment, she's supposed to take care of me by now. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?” She replies angrily.
“Plus, I've been hearing some noise coming from this room. Is it normal for you to let your assignment make all the noise at such an hour?” She adds with more annoyance in her voice. “I could've been sleeping instead of hearing all that noise.” A scowl appears on her face.
“Ah, right, sorry for that. We were busy last night.” He gives her a small apologetic smile, even still in his half-sleep state. She seems to be flustered upon seeing Geto's smile.
"A... ah... I see. You were busy last night doing... things." She looks away once again as she blushes slightly. “Well, at least, you're sorry. As for the noise, make sure it won't happen again.” She says while looking back at him.
“I expect you to be a proper babysitter. That means, no noise past your bedtime. Is that clear?” She asked while sounding a little bit like an annoyed teacher.
Geto shakes his head with a chuckle, starting to know why you're always rambling about this girl over the text. She has quite an attitude, and he knows you don't like being on the receiving end.
“Got it, princess~” He replied with the same tone you used on the nickname. Yui can't help but feel even more flustered at the nickname this handsome man just called her.
“What were you two doing last night? What do you mean ‘busy’?” She crossed her arms, always wanting to know everyone's business.
“Having sex?” Geto answered casually, saying the most obvious thing. “Why?”
“What?!” She exclaimed as she looked at him in shock, her eyes widened at his sudden answer.
“That's... A bit inappropriate for you to say in front of someone.” She then said, sounding a little bit embarrassed for him. “I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't like it either.” She added.
“I know my girlfriend, she doesn't mind.” He chuckles at Yui's reaction. “By the way, what do you need this early?” He asked, back to the topic.
The answer seems to fly out of her mind once she sees Geto like she's charmed so badly that she got a few seconds of amnesia.
“N-nothing... Just tell (Y/N)-chan that she's late for babysitting. She need to accompany me, right now.” She crossed her arms in annoyance, yet her eyes are somewhere else, trailing over Geto's body, and he doesn't seem to be bothered even though he noticed.
“She's still sleeping. Do you mind a bit later?” He offered. “Are you still busy?” She raised a brow before mumbling under her breath, “Fine, then.” She said before walking away.
He could only raise a brow for what just happened before letting out a sigh and closing the door. He takes off his pants before climbing up the bed with you, cradling your body against his.
“What does the brat want?” You ask him sleepily. “She wants you to accompany her.” He answered you, still sleepy as well.
"I told her that you're still asleep, but she doesn't seem to believe me. She probably thinks that you're busy with...” He then said as he pointed at himself, wanting to imply that you're busy doing intimate things with him.
“But I told her that I'll convince you to accompany her, so please wake up.” He said to you in a stern voice, but he's definitely smiling.
“Ah, yes, my babysitting duties to take care of the brat.” You groan before slowly waking up. He smiles at you, laying his head on the pillow, “Yeah, she's really persistent in having you accompany her.” He said while rolling his eyes playfully.
“Yeah. Two more days and I'll be free from this miserable duty.”
You noticed how you feel less annoyed with Yui around. She doesn't seem to need your company like she always whined about. And you suddenly come to the realization that this brat is paying attention less to you, and is locked onto her new target.
Your boyfriend.
You frown as you sit on the dorm's living room couch, crossing your arms and looking at their interaction as you slump against the couch.
‘This little brat...’
Geto seems to be aware of Yui's presence as he looks at her while she's clinging to him, and the way she occasionally leans towards him is making him uncomfortable. “Why are you clinging to me like that?” He asked Yui with a curious look on his face.
He doesn't want to say anything mean to Yui, but he also doesn't like the way she's clinging to him.
“Do you want me to buy you something?” He added, confused but a little bit annoyed at the same time. “You shouldn't be so clingy with strangers, you know?”
“Let's get to know each other more, then!” Yui exclaimed happily, her personality changed when she was with him compared to when she was with you.
Geto seems quite troubled by this suggestion. “Why should we get to know each other more? I mean... you're already being clingy with me right now and I barely even know your last name.”
"You should be thankful I'm even tolerating you right now." He said in a stern tone. Not even a few seconds after, he sighs for a moment before deciding to give in to her demands.
“Alright, let's get to know each other more.” He said in a soft tone, sounding somewhat reluctant, but he didn't want to come off as rude.
You could see him roll his eyes while talking to Yui. “What do you want to know about me? I'll answer your questions sincerely. As long as it's not too personal.”
Yui seems to still be thinking about what to ask, but she eventually comes up with a question to ask. “Okay... Um... What's your type? Oh, and don't be embarrassed about your answer.” She asks him in a soft tone, a tone she never uses with you.
Geto raised his eyebrows in surprise upon hearing her question. You roll your eyes in annoyance at the sight. What kind of shameless ass would ask a man his type when his girlfriend is right here? The brat.
He thinks about his answer for a moment. “Well, I think I have a thing for nice and beautiful girls.” He said, looking at you when he said the word ‘beautiful’. “Which means, my girl right here is my type.” He added with a loving smile as he looked at you.
He noticed your annoyed expression, turning to Yui again. “Why did you ask me about my taste in women? Do you want to know if you're my type or not?”
“Yeah!” Yui answer. “Do you think I could be your type?” She asks in a flirty tone. You roll your eyes in annoyance once more at the sight.
Geto looked at Yui and you while rubbing his chin, trying to come up with the right answer. Instead, he gets an idea. He just wants to mess around with you, wondering how you'd react if he responded to Yui's flirting.
“Hmm... I'd say, yes, you're definitely my type.” He said with a flirtatious tone while looking at Yui, clearly trying to get you jealous.
“Who wouldn't love a cute girl like you, right?” He then said while stroking Yui's hair, looking at you while doing it. He wanted to see your reaction to their small flirting.
He kept entertaining her for a while, right in front of you. Responding Yui's flirt with his own with the gesture he only uses with you.
‘What the actual fuck?’ You scoff in disbelief. The audacity of him to mess around like that.
You're already been annoyed for the past two days stuck with this brat, and another annoyance just added to the list of your headaches.
Can't stand the sight any longer, you get up in a harsh manner before walking away, every step of your feet is hard against the wooden floor with how irritated you are.
He smiles a little bit while looking at you, noticing that you walked away after feeling annoyed.
“I see that my darling is jealous.” He said with a smile on his face before looking back at Yui. “I guess I'm going to spend the entire day with Yui, then.” He said in a playful tone while looking at her, wanting you to get even more jealous.
You frown at his words, clearly not entertained as you keep walking, not minding his comments.
He seemed to notice that you were hurt by his words as his smile turned into a soft one and got off the couch to catch up to you.
“Hey, sweetheart. Don't feel sad.” He said while reaching out to you, pulling you into a gentle hug from the back.
“You know how serious I am when it comes to our relationship, right? And I'm just joking when I was talking to Yui, you should know that by now.” He said, sounding a little bit defensive. “I was just trying to make you jealous.” He then added while caressing your hair gently.
“Yeah, I know. Why shouldn't I?” You pull yourself away from his grasp, starting to get mad at him. “Darling...” He called out to you, sounding a little bit disappointed when you pulled yourself away.
“If you know I was just trying to tease you a little bit, then why did you get mad, huh?” He asked you while caressing your arms. “I'm just trying to have some fun with you, my sweetheart.”
“I'm not in the mood, Suguru. Thank you for that.” You glare at him before walking away.
He widened his eyes in surprise when you called him by his name instead of his usual nickname, knowing that you're seriously mad right now.
“Love... Can't we just talk things out?” You can feel him following you while trying to talk to you, he still calls you by your nickname even though you called him by his name earlier.
Before he could catch up to you, Yui grabs his arms. “Just leave her, okay? You still have me.”
He looked annoyed as Yui grabbed his arm, causing him to stop in his tracks for a moment, giving her a stern look on his face.
“Stop trying to get me away from my beloved, Yui.” He looks at her, pulling his arm out of her grasp.
“Hey, hey!” Yui holds his arm yet again to hold him back from going after you, this time with more force, like how she did with you on the first day at the boutique. “We were talking before, right? Shouldn't we continue?” She smiled at him cheekily.
He lets out an irritated groan. “You really have a lot of boldness for a brat, you know that?” Yet she doesn't seem amused by his words.
He wants to talk to you and resolve this problem between you two, but it seems the brat is not letting him go that easily. He decided to give you space for a while.
“Fine, okay. We will continue, but after that, I'm going to try to talk to my girlfriend again, alright?” He said to Yui with a serious look on his face. “Yeay!” She gladly pulls him back to talk his ears off.
A few hours have passed and they're still at it. That brat keeps clinging to him wherever goes, like a parasite. You watched from afar this time, the girl has someone who's looking after her right now, why bother staying close to that nuisance?
The longer you watch her and Geto together, the more you feel frustrated and annoyed.
Geto was smiling, and Yui, at some point, laid her head against his shoulder while giggling at something he said.
“What a joke.” You mumble under your breath, feeling irritated. It almost felt like they don't even have a care in the world like they're not even thinking about being in a relationship with you or that you're right here.
Once the day comes to an end, you enter your room with a frown on your face, not planning to talk with Geto since you're still pissed at him for what he did earlier. You lay on the bed and tried to calm down, wanting to cool off a little bit in the room first.
After he escorts Yui back to her room, he lets out a sigh, “No wonder she's in a bad mood.” He shakes his head, understanding your behavior, because, damn, being close to that girl really drains your energy. Maybe she does have a cursed technique after all.
He walks towards your room, hoping to finally talk to you after making you wait for so long. He decided to not go in immediately but instead wanted to wait for a few minutes in case you're not ready to talk yet.
“Love...” He says to you from the door, not even going in yet. “Are you ready to talk?” He asked softly, guilty and worried about what he did earlier.
“Go away! Go with that brat you're having fun with earlier!” You yelled from your room, not even moving an inch from your bed.
He flinches a little from your sudden yell, slightly surprised by your tone as he tries to speak up once more. “But, love, you know I was just joking around, right? I just want to mess around with you.” He said in a soft tone while scratching his head.
“Is it really that bad?” He asked you, sad from your reply. “Please talk to me, love.” He added softly.
You keep on quiet, too tired to deal with this, but he's persistent. “Darling?” He calls out to you again, still standing right outside the door of your room.
“Please, could you just listen to what I want to say? At least give me a chance to explain.” He sounded desperate, wanting to fix whatever problem you two were having right now. “I just want to talk and spend quality time with you, is that too much to ask?”
His face filled with disappointment as he hears your silence outside the door, unsure if he should just enter and try to talk with you or not.
He sighs, trying to figure out what to do before he decides to try and enter your room in a moment. He hesitates and then, he finally does it. He slowly opened the door and entered the room without saying anything.
“What do you want?” You heard the door open and close. “I want to talk to you.” He said, somewhat defensive from your tone toward him.
He looks at you for a moment before sitting near your bed, deciding to stay in your room for the moment to talk things out. “Darling, you need to understand that I'm just trying to have fun with you. I wasn't being serious when I was flirting with Yui earlier.” He said, sincerely.
“I know.” You mumble. “I'm just not in the mood, okay? That brat gave me a hard time, I don't need my boyfriend adding the fuel.” You grumble, not even looking at him. He seems more relieved to hear that you understand his intention, but he didn't know how to react to what you just said.
He sighs before laying down on the bed and turning his body toward you, still looking at you. “I'm sorry that I have made you feel this way, darling. You're right, I wasn't thinking about your feelings at that moment.”
“Fine. Now just go to sleep or whatever.” You mumble, your back is still on him. “I can't, love.” He immediately answered.
“Do you know how worried I am right now? I don't want to lose you over something like this.” He added. “You're not. I'm not that dramatic.” You answered shortly before silence fill the room again.
“Are we really going to sleep like this? I don't want to leave things like this between us.” He said while stroking your head from the back.
“Talk to me, love.” He's desperate from your continued silence. “You're so difficult to handle sometimes.” He said in a playful tone, hoping to lighten up the mood between the two of you.
You pout against the pillow at his words. He chuckled softly at your response before he slowly lifted his body to move your front so he could see you.
“Do you always have to be like this when you get moody?” He said in a teasing tone before he started to poke at you playfully. He can't help it, he always feels like poking you whenever you pout and act like a child.
He suddenly stops poking you and sits down, sighing loudly before he speaks up again. “I'm sorry, love.” He said again. “I didn't know this would turn out to be a serious issue. I thought you would laugh or play along with me like you always do whenever I tease you.”
“Can you forgive me?” He asked in a pleading tone. You only nod against the pillow, “Okay.”
“Is that really all I get?” He whispered with a soft chuckle while trying to joke with you. “I know you're still a little bit upset with me from what I did earlier.” He went silent for a moment. “Could you smile for me, please?” He asked softly as he looked at you with a smile of his own.
“Not in the mood.” You mumble the same words again. “Just hug me.” He gives you a small nod and moves even closer to you before opening his arm and pulling you in for a warm hug.
“You're not allowed to move away from me, okay?” He said playfully before kissing you on the forehead, stroking your hair gently while still hugging you.
“You don't need to talk or smile if you're feeling moody.” He kisses you again on the forehead. “I just want to feel your presence here right now.” He said before giving you a squeeze in his embrace.
“She's going to cling all over you again tomorrow, don't get attached to her, okay?” You mumble with a hint of worry.
“Attached to her?” He asks you curiously while stroking your hair. “Is that what you're worried about?” He chuckled softly.
“Darling, why would I be attached to her? You're the one I love, and I love you for a really long time now. I'm only treating her like another girl, nothing else.” He added without sounding offended by your possible accusation.
“Now, don't get jealous of her, please.” He then said while smiling sweetly at you, wanting to reassure you that he loves you and only you.
“Yeah, okay, whatever.” You nuzzle your nose to his chest before looking up. “Kiss me. I miss you today.”
“You're such a child, aren't you?” He chuckled at your demand as he got closer to you, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your lips before he deepened the kiss.
He presses you closer to his body as his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you in place while he was still kissing you, causing him to moan softly.
His hands are now grabbing your body, wanting to feel you more. He's holding you tightly while his lips and tongue are still playing with yours. He breaks off the kiss briefly and lets out a deep breath before he continues kissing you again.
Just like you predicted, Yui is all over your boyfriend again. This time, you're not as annoyed as yesterday after getting his assurance last night.
“Suguru-kun~ Let's walk around?” She clings to his arm as she speaks with her exaggerated sweet tone.
“Uh... Sure, I guess.” He said, sounding a bit unsure of his answer. He starts to figure that Yui can be very persistent, but it's not worth it to push her away so he gives in.
You followed closely from behind. Seems like you're no longer looking after her from cursed spirits, it's more like looking after her so she won't do anything beyond the line with your boyfriend.
“Miss Babysitter! I'm thirsty, buy me something to drink.” She turns around to talk to you, again with the demanding tone.
You roll your eyes with a sigh, ”Yes, princess.” before you walk away to find the nearest vending machine.
He looked at you when Yui asked you for a drink, not liking the way she talks to you, it makes him irritated by how demanding she was. “You can't buy it yourself?” He asked her with a raised brow.
“It's her job as my babysitter, isn't it? She's paid to do that.” Yui shrugs, not seeing the problem with this.
“You know... You can ask her in a nicer way, Yui-chan. I'm sure she will get you a drink without your demanding tone.” He advises Yui in a soft tone, like how he would scold Gojo for the way he talks.
“But, I'm being nice, though? I didn't ask a lot, didn't I?” She answered as if it was a normal thing to her. He was a little bit stumped by her remark, not expecting her answer to be like that.
“You could've said ‘please’, Yui-chan.” He chuckled softly without sounding annoyed. “But, seriously though... You should be nicer.” He switches his tone to a stern tone. “Don't ask it like that, it's rude.”
“So boring!” She whines. “Ah, by the way, I've been wanting to say this since last night, but I like you.” She lets go of his arm and steps in front of him.
He stares at her, both surprised and shocked at her sudden confession right in front of him. “What? You like me?” He asks back, somewhat confused.
“You... What do you mean?” He said in a rush voice, trying to process his thoughts right now since he doesn't know how he should respond.
“Do you mean you like me as a person or...?” He then said, still sounding confused and unsure about what was going on with Yui right now.
His eyes then widened as he finally realized what she meant with her confession, not believing what he just heard.
“What?” He sounds surprised and more scared this time, also wondering if she just made a move toward him.
“You can't be serious, right? You do know that I already have a girlfriend, and I love her.” He brushes it off after a while with a small chuckle, thinking that her love confession was just a joke of some sort.
Yui's face quickly turns into an annoyed one when he doesn't seem to take her confession seriously. “I'm serious!” She frowns at him. “I'll prove it to you.” She reached his shoulder before leaning up to kiss his lips.
He flinches back when Yui leaned in quickly to kiss his lips, taken by surprise by the sudden action that the brat just did. He stepped back, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.
“Yui, what are you doing?!” He said in a hurried and panicked tone, asking her what she was trying to accomplish by kissing him right now when he already has you as his girlfriend. “What was that for?” His tone turns cold by the second, still trying to process what Yui has done just now.
At the same time, you just come back and are greeted by the sight. You slam one of the three soda cans that you just bought in anger, which it's supposed to be for her.
“What is this?” You glare at them. Geto immediately turns at you, wanting to explain himself and what the brat, Yui, just tried to do earlier.
He notices your angry look, but he can't really say anything against you. You have the right to be mad after what Yui was trying to do.
“Darling, I can explain everything. She's just... trying to get a reaction out of me...” He explained, sounding worried and desperate. “It's nothing like what you think it is, love!” He continued, the panic in his voice as clear as day.
He pulls himself out from Yui's hold and quickly walks towards you, holding both of your hands in tight grip. “Darling, please, trust me. I would never do anything that would hurt you like that. I love you, I only love you!" He looks at you seriously, still with a hint of panic and concern in his tone.
“So?” You turn to Yui, still standing there as if she did nothing wrong. “What does my pussy taste like?” You ask Yui straightforwardly, tilting your head to the side and crossing your arms as you glare at her.
Both of them instantly freeze at your vulgar and embarrassing question to Yui, as she lets out a surprised yelp at your word. She didn't expect this to happen, and she didn't expect a harsh word like that from you.
“If you want to taste his dick so bad you should have kissed me instead.” You look at her in disgust. Yui's eyes widened as she heard what you said and that you were serious about it.
Geto then looks at you, feeling surprised by the way you confronted her right now. “Darl—” He started, wanting to say something, but then he stopped, letting you do the talk and let out your frustration at her.
“Don't you dare talk about such things, (Y/N)-chan! I only want to be close to him because I like him, not because I want... something else." She said nervously, clearly not telling the truth, before she started to tremble when a mixture of fear and embarrassment washed over her.
“Yui-chan, what makes you think you can try to kiss me without any hesitation? You need to learn that everyone has boundaries, including yourself.” He looks at her disappointedly as he scolds her once again.
Yui's face turns red from how angry and humiliated she is after being confronted like this. And for the first time in four days, she doesn't know how to talk back like she usually does.
“I'm sick of her ass. I really am.” You take out your phone, quickly texting your upperclassmen. “I'm switching with Mei-san. She knows how to handle a brat like this one.”
“Go back to your room! I'm not assisting you again this time.” You raise your voice at her after days of keeping your annoyance back. She looks at you wide-eyed, ready to complain but when she sees how Geto looks at her, she shakes her head and runs away to the dorm.
He nods, glad that you made a good choice. “Yeah, that's actually not a bad idea. Mei-san is a good choice... I think she'll be able to handle Yui.”
He then looked at where Yui is going, wanting to confront and advise her more about her behavior, but he doesn't want to continue talking to her for too long, as he knows it will only lead to another argument and possible trouble.
He turns to you, sensing your silence while you're busy on the phone. “I'm sorry about Yui, love... I know you're still mad at me, but, please, hear me out.” He looks at you, wanting to talk to you right now as he wants to clear out this misunderstanding between the two of you.
Eventually, he walks to your side and stands close behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He then leans on your shoulder before kissing it gently. “Are you angry... with me, too?” He said in a quiet tone as he gently caressed your hair with his free hand.
“My baby...” He sighs softly when you don't answer and takes your hand gently on his own. “Can you look at me, please?” He pleads, wanting to see your face, hoping to get a chance to see your beautiful smile again.
“I'm upset.” You put your phone down. He lets out a small chuckle as he looks at you. “I know, you just gave me ‘the look’ of your sulkiness just now.”
“Still, can you look at me for a little bit? Even if you're mad at me at the moment, I still want to see your beautiful smile... I miss it.” He said softly, stepping in front of you again as he held your cheek.
“Mei-san wants the reward of my mission in return.” You pout, showing him your text with Mei-Mei, another reason you're upset.
3,000,000 yen for 5 days? Interesting. I'll take the last-day offer, then.
I'm expecting the 600.000 yen in return~
“Huh.” He reads her text. “Well, that's Mei-san for you. She loves money more than anything else.” He said in a light tone.
You look at him again. “You know, I really want to wipe your lips after that kiss with Yui.” His eyes widened at your comment. He then lets out a small chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed by your comment.
“But, she forced herself onto me.” He said, guilty but still wanting to make things clear. “I'm sorry... If you want me to wipe my lips, then you can do so anytime.” He said, not refusing your offer.
You smile at him, cupping his face to give him a long, deep kiss. He let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of your kiss, even for a moment. “This lips... Is mine to taste...” You say between kisses.
“Mmm...” He lets out a soft sound in response to your action, leaning toward you even more. He returns your kiss, making sure that it's deep and full of affection for you. His eyes were closed as if he just wants to savor your kiss as much as possible. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your body while caressing your back.
“Mm, I needed that..." He said softly after you two broke off from the kiss, looking at you with a smile on his face. He kisses you again, one of his hands going up to the back of your head to deepen the kiss.
You pushed your tongue against his lips to part them open, letting your tongue enter his mouth to savor him. “Mmm... Love that... Your taste...” He murmur between kisses before he pressed his lips more against yours with a bit of aggressiveness, wanting the kiss to be as fiery and lustful as he feels inside from this moment of the kiss.
He slowly moves both of his hands to your hips and pulls you towards him, wanting to feel you closer to him. He starts to kiss you down your neck, his lips trailing down your throat, nibbling the skin of your sensitive spot, his teeth lightly grazing against the delicate skin around your skin until it leaves a mark there before licking it.
“Speaking of taste...” His lips trail back up from your neck to your cheek, kissing the side of your lips. “What did you say I tasted like?” He reminds you of what you said earlier, wanting to hear it again.
“Mine.”
Got carried away with this 😮💨 It's originally longer, but I decided to cut some parts and replaced it with shorter words because it's already long enough 😭
note: a writing exercise in pining/tension. the thing with writing Suguru is that he’s so…. Severe. As I say back home: gets mo ko?! You feel ? Like!! he's an enigma to me!! I hope I did him justice, please let me know ;_;!!!!!!!!
note 2: if you're coming from my kpop blog then you might have already read a similar jk fic. as u can see i love royalty AUs mixed with a little secrecy and private love affairs :3 listen to rosyln by bon iver if u wanna know the vibe !
PAIRING. bodyguard!geto/king's sister!reader
SETTING. royalty au
WARNINGS. suguru's POV. does catching someone naked count as voyeurism? regardless, suggestive content!
SUMMARY. He shouldn't see you like this, but you make it hard to look away.
Dawn would break soon.
Suguru supposed he should be grateful. There had been no sightings of bandit squads, and the terrain of the roads were, at most, gratingly bumpy against the uneven wagon wheels. Two days of travel in relative peace.
It was the heat that was getting him.
Even the horses teetered on the brink of exhaustion. Kento made the call earlier. No use in continuing if the damn horses keep whining like that, and they’d continued east at your suggestion. Kashino River. Suguru remembered those yearly trips to your grandparents’ estate. There was no need to follow wooden peg signs for directions. You just had to find the fallen tree on the river bank where lightning struck seven years ago, and you knew you were four hours away from the city.
Sundown came with an oppressive orange heat, giving way to the cooler purple of the stars Suguru had waited all day for. The blackened stump of that tree came into view within thirty minutes.
The horses were fed. Canvas tents pegged into the nearest grass clearing, wagons stationed in a semi-circle to surround the fire pit. Suguru kept watch, Toge and Maki posted along the perimeter.
Kento, tucked into sheepskin, was snoring. Suguru was almost disgusted by how comfortable he looked. Despite the chill of nightfall, he was still struggling to regulate his temperature. His leather jerkin discarded the second he’d dismounted off his horse, and Kento was still fully clothed.
Your sac of sheepskin was remarkably empty, however.
Suguru stood. The bark of the tree under his ass leaving harsh indents, and he dusted the dirt and ants off. There was only one place you could be.
The river wasn’t far from where they’re stationed. The dense foliage of the trees teased Suguru with tiny bits of moonlight for guidance, and he tripped more than once on gnarled roots. He knew it wasn’t graceful for a skilled soldier like him, but he’d been irritable all day. Fuck elegance.
Where the forest spilled into the riverbank was where your clothes lay. The white fabric of your dress marred with splashes of mud, and Suguru furrowed his eyebrows. You were nowhere to be found.
The water gave it away first. A little ripple, the surface tension taut with resistance. Then your wet head bobbing up to the surface, your quick inhale, and Suguru realized his shoulders were tight. Out of worry, first. Then came the sharp realization that you were, in fact, naked not even five steps away from him, and he almost rolled his eyes at your brazenness.
(He did, secretly, blush.)
“You should be sleeping, Your Grace,” he said in greeting.
The water lapped quietly where you trod. “You of all people should know I don’t take to heat well,” you responded.
Of course he did. You would burst into complaints the second you felt it was too hot, and he’d been victim to your griping more than enough times. Today, the key phrase: almost there, Your Grace, followed by your groaning.
He stared upwards. Wringing his hands, trying his hardest not to watch where your shoulders shone under the moon. Where your neck met your spine, wet.
Suguru was not a strong man when it came to you.
“You didn’t tell anyone where you went.”
“But you knew where to find me.”
(His fingers twitched.)
“You’re predictable,” he answered. “And in need of rest.”
“I’ll sleep in the wagon.” You turned to face him. He steeled his eyes. Willed himself into focus. Your eyes glittering with quiet mischief, rivulets of water sliding down your collarbone, your sternum–
The moon, shaped like a saucer. Orion’s Belt. Kento snoring like a bear. He kept his gaze up, diverted his train of thought.
“The king will be upset knowing you wandered off by yourself.”
“Satoru would have done the same thing.” Suguru knew this. If you were short-tempered, your brother was the worst kind of irascible. “And I have you here with me.”
He wondered how you did it. The way you molded him from hard lines into something softer. Malleable. He refused the smile tugging on his mouth.
“I much prefer you somewhere close. And clothed,” he emphasized, even though everything in him screamed the opposite.
Of course, you lived to defy.
“As you wish,” you agreed.
You pressed your hands into the dirt, hauling yourself up from the dark water. Standing right in front of him, so boldly bare. Dripping. Suguru froze into place. His eyes and brain lagging into different rhythms–don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook–his gaze, greedy for a millisecond of shameless beauty–your hips, soft belly, brea–don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook–
For the first time today, he shivered. You wrung your hair.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of tits before,” you drawled. You bent over to grab your dress, yanking the fabric over your head, your arms. “I’ll go dry by the fire.”
Suguru gulped, then nodded. You left.
.
.
.
He stared at the dirt, clumping into a dark brown where you stood. He dragged a frustrated hand on his hot cheeks, wondering what he did in his past life to suffer so terribly good like this.
part of my summer holiday event! there is something so dreamy about just watching the sunset with geto and i just love him he needs some peace and quiet😚
pairings: geto x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, pet names, lowercase intentional, that's all!
you felt as if you had been driving for hours, even though it had only been a few minutes. windows down, music blasting, geto's hair blowing around in the wind. allowing you to pick the music, geto almost felt at ease. he finally felt like he could breathe easy.
after dinner earlier, geto asked if you would want to watch the sunset with him. of course, you agreed. you can tell how worn out he has been lately. his carefree personality has slowly diminished, the twinkle of mischievousness in his eyes that you loved so much had dimmed. all you wanted was to make things a little easier for him.
grabbing some blankets, a couple drinks from the fridge, and some bug spray, you started to load everything up in the car. the lingering summer heat almost guaranteed you didn't need to put any extra layers on.
"do you need anything else, or should i lock the door?" geto says over his shoulder, hair tie between his teeth as he begins to shut the door.
"we should be okay, don't you think? i have blankets, some bug spray, a couple drinks," looking over the contents in the back seat, you gave geto the go ahead to shut the door.
"so where should we go? our usual spots? there's a nice place in the park that-"
"actually, is it okay if we go somewhere else? satoru told me of a great spot and he sent me the pin," geto mumbles as he tries to find said pin through all of his messages. smiling, you nod back.
"that sounds wonderful."
now, you find yourself on some random backroads, geto's old SUV doing a great job climbing higher and higher through the hills. you don't recognize the area at all, but from the looks of it, you're sure the sunset spot is going to be perfect.
"it says we are almost there, but wow, isn't it just gorgeous up here?" geto shouts over the wind whipping through the windows. geto doesn't get a response from you, so he looks over. he's about to repeat himself when he finds you, head out the window, smiling as you take in the scenery. he smiles.
slowing down, geto follows the gps to the exact spot of the pin. putting the car in park, geto looks a little confused. checking the messages again, he realized that gojo sent more.
once you get there, just go through those trees and you’ll be right at the spot. you’ll know it when you see it😁
trusting his friends advice, the two of you hop out of the car. grabbing your belongings, geto takes your hand and leads you towards the trees.
“sugu, are we sure satoru’s directions are right? i don’t know how well we can see things through these tree- oh my god,” cutting yourself off, you take in your surroundings. geto chuckles at you.
this was it alright. rolling fields of green, patches of wildflowers, and an amazing valley in the distance that almost frames the setting of the sun. it was picturesque.
“this is…” you were stunned. this was something out of a children’s book. it almost didn’t feel real. following behind geto as he finds the best spot, you reach out and brush your fingers through some of the grass. geto lays out your blankets and guides you to sit on top of them. while you observe more of the area, you don’t notice geto off to your right.
geto moves, flower to flower, trying to decide which one is more like you. a blue one? maybe purple? or maybe the soft pink? not wanting to disturb any of the nature, geto notices a flower that had fallen right next to his foot. picking up the stem, he rolls it between his fingers. the soft yellow of the petals swirl together, almost mesmerizing him. geto decides that this one is for you.
“isn’t this something? we’re going to have to thank satoru for this,” geto sits next to you on the blanket, stretching his legs out. patting in between them, you move yourself to rest between his thighs. “i almost forgot. face me sweets, i have something for you,” as you turn, you see geto holding a flower in front of his nose, smiling at you.
he gently brushes his hand across your face and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. placing the stem in to rest between your ear and your hair, geto smirks at his work.
“there we go. it looks beautiful on you. my pretty girl,” geto kisses the tip of your nose, then pulls you back against his chest. sighing in content, geto looks towards the sunset.
your heart is leaping in your chest. sure, geto has done many amazing things for you; taking you to the finest restaurants, showing you the most magnificent art, treating you to the best gifts. but right now, laying against him as the sun paints the two of you in a golden glow, you feel almost celestial.
if heaven is real, it is a place with geto.
geto places a kiss to the top of your head. with each second that passes, he feels as if he is being healed. every worry, stressor, and problem he has had lately melts away in the comforting light that the last rays of sun provide. he feels lighter. he feels content.
no words are said between the two of you, but you feel everything.
protected. cherished. needed. adored.
“i am in love with you, you know that?” geto says softly, almost as if his voice would disturb the beauty around you. turning your head to face him, you grin.
“i love you more, sugu.”
geto has never looked better than this moment right here. his hair cascades down his back, a couple strands rest on his face. his eyes are bright, his spirits lifted.
if heaven is real, it is a place with geto.
facing towards the sunset once more, you pull the blanket over your legs and wrap your hands around geto’s arm that rests across your sternum.
the sky changes from blue to a vibrant orange, traces of pink scattered through the remaining clouds. the sun’s descent providing one of the most beautiful displays of color you’ve ever seen.
as the minutes pass, geto feels your breath steadying as he holds you close. he runs his fingers through your hair, playing with the ends as he looks around. he has never felt so at peace. his thoughts are blank. the only things in his mind are snapshots of you tonight. the adoration on your face, your wonder and beauty, the love you have for him almost tangible. geto smiles to himself, kissing you on the head once more. taking in the last seconds of the sunset, geto feels more alive than ever before.
if heaven is real, it is a place with the two of you together.
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geto suguru x f!reader
18+ | established relationship with geto, angst, dark themes, smoking, some smut (lite), emotional distress, unhealthy relationship, character death, manga spoilers
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He took a deep breath as he approached your room. He thought you must be asleep, the lights were out inside. A breeze cut through the warm air of the late summer evening and he lit a cigarette, taking a seat on the front steps of the veranda that led up to your room.
The moon is bright tonight, he noted, taking a long drag and letting the smoke pour out from his nostrils. He sat for a while, quiet with his thoughts as the cigarette between his lips burned to flecks of ash. He took out his phone and the screen flashed bright in response. 3:45am.
He’d just come back from a mission in a nearby town, the third consecutive mission he’d taken this week. You were away on assignments too. He counted and recounted the days since the last time he saw you.
He let out another long stream of smoke.
He doesn’t enjoy smoking. In fact, he hates it. But it’s the only thing to cover up the taste. A taste he never wants you to have to know. A taste that has grown almost unbearable in recent days. He stubs out the remains of the cigarette on the bottom of his shoe and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a lollipop. Sour apple, he read before twisting the wrapper off, hearing a quiet, bitter laugh escape his lips as the candy clanked between his teeth.
A cigarette to cover up the taste of curses. Candy to cover up the taste of the cigarette. The cycle of his consumption.
The candy had almost completely melted on his tongue when he finally stood, walking up to the sliding door of your room, quietly pushing it open and walking through.
The light of the moon that shone through the opened door lit a sliver of your face; you were turned on your side, hands resting on the pillow beside your face, the blanket over your shoulder rising and falling quietly with your breaths.
He slid the door closed behind him and walked over to your desk by the window. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and set it down on the desk. He tugged gently at the band holding his hair up, shaking it loose over his shoulders. He pulled his shirt over his head, and slid out of the rest of his clothes. He sat down on the edge of the futon, pulling the blanket up gently and slid in beside you.
The air inside your room was cooly circulating from the rotating fan in the corner. But under the covers it was warm. You were warm.
He slid an arm languidly over the dip in your waist, flattening his palm against your skin under the t-shirt you were wearing. It was one of his. He scooted close to you, pulling you back against him gently so you could mold to the space between his shoulders, against his chest.
You stirred softly.
“..did you just get back?”
He felt a smile lift on his face at the sound of your voice, half asleep, a little raspy, hauntingly sweet. Eyes closed, he leaned into the curve of your neck, planting soft kisses on your skin. You whine a little and he tugs you closer.
“..Suguru..it’s too hot to sleep like this.”
You tried to wriggle free of his grasp.
He laughed softly against your skin, threading his other arm under your neck and wrapping it around your chest, his hand gripped tightly onto your shoulder, holding you flush against him.
“Stop fussing,” he cooed in your ear. “Go back to sleep.”
You grumble something into the pillow, twisting a little in his arms until you find that perfect, comfortable position, against the expanse of his chest that’s perfectly shaped to you, and you settle.
It wasn’t long before he felt your breathing even out and you had drifted back to sleep, and soon he was lulled to sleep by the cadence of your heartbeat against him.
/
You woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the soft tinkling of kitchen appliances. Sunlight shone brightly through the window, and you sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You glance at the clock on the floor beside you. 8:35am. He was always up before you.
You slide out from under the covers and tug at the blanket in a haphazard attempt to straighten it out.
At the little kitchenette on the opposite end of your room, Suguru stood in his off-duty clothes; a black t-shirt and a pair of sweats, sipping a cup of coffee, waiting for the toaster.
You amble over to him lazily, sliding your arms around his torso from behind him.
“Good morning, lazy bones.”
You could hear the smile in his voice, the vibration of the timbre of his voice against your skin.
You whine, hugging him tighter and snuggling your face against his back. It’d only been a few days since you last saw each other but you missed this. Him, here, with you, in the soft light of the early morning, drinking coffee. You take a deep breath. Something sweet, no doubt the spoonfuls of sugar he added to his coffee. He never makes his coffee like his in public, he had a reputation to maintain. You smiled at this.
Underneath the sweetness there was a slight twinge of tobacco smoke mixed with his natural scent; something surprisingly delicate and ethereal, rose petals caught in the wind. And the deepest note; it was bitter, and would be suffocatingly acrid if not for the layers of sweetness that coated it.
Suguru always did his best to hide it, to keep it from you. He thinks you can’t tell. But you always knew.
And in recent days, it’s gotten worse. Nevermind the bitter taste and smell of the hundreds of curses in his possession that would ooze from his skin, you didn’t care about that. But the way he had been growing thin in your arms, the bruised, dark circles underneath his eyes, the increasingly pale pallor of his skin..
But he never said a thing. And if you asked, he always smiled at you with that sweet smile of his, mussing with your hair and would insist, “It’s nothing love, just the summer heat.”
You unravel your arms from around him and prop yourself to a seat on the counter beside him. You reach out and tug at his shirt hem and pull him close.
He didn’t have words to adequately describe the way you made him feel. He didn’t have words for how much he loves the way you tug at his shirt, the way you pull him in close between your legs, the way you lace your arms up around his neck, run your fingers through his hair.
It’s more than enough to drive him to madness. But he never loses himself. He can’t. He always has to be in control. He is always in complete control. Of you. Of himself. Of the curses in his possession.
He watches every microscopic change in your expression as he moves his lips against yours; the little crinkle in your brow followed by a soft whine when he tentatively pushes the tip of his tongue into your mouth, the way you arch your back against him when he runs his fingertips up the column of your spine underneath the t-shirt you’re wearing, the way your hair glides from your shoulders when you let your head fall back, exposing your throat to him like an offering.
He likes to be slow and gentle with you on mornings like these. Though it’s only been a few days, it always felt like a lifetime to be away from you. So he liked to take his time with you; trace his fingers along every line and curve of your body, drag his tongue along the most sensitive parts of you, slowly, achingly, possessively, sink himself deep inside you and let you use him to your pleasure. He loved the way you dug your nails into the skin of his shoulders, like you were hanging on for your life. He loved the way you ground your hips into him with such desperation. He loved seeing you completely come apart beneath him.
He gives himself to you once, again, and again in the shower, until you’re both spent, hands grasping helplessly against the tiles of the bathroom, struggling to breathe in the steam of the hot water.
“I wish you didn’t have to go again so soon..”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, towel around his waist, unwrapping a piece of lemon-lime candy and popping it into his mouth.
“It’s only a day trip,” you walked over to him after putting on your uniform. He reached his hands out and gripped onto your waist, pulling you in and resting his forehead against your stomach. You ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I’ll be back before bed.”
He lifted his head to look at you, at your smile.
It’s only a day trip.
It’s only a day trip except a mere eleven hours after he let you leave his arms that morning, you were rushed back by Ijichi, the screeching tires of his car as it skidded to a stop in front of the infirmary was loud enough to wake almost everyone on campus.
He ran.
He spun around the corner to the room where you were being treated by Shoko, past a visibly distraught Haibara crouched against the wall in the hallway, head hidden in his hands, covered in blood.
Between Nanami and Ijichi holding him back, Shoko’s persistent hands pushing him out of the room, and Haibara’s cries from the corner, he could only catch a glimpse of you.
Of your small, fragile body, lying unmoving, broken and bloodied on the infirmary bed.
He paced the hallway outside the room for what felt like hours. Nanami and Ijichi finally managed to calm Haibara down enough for him to tell them what happened.
The mission was supposed to go to Gojo, but for whatever reason; he had somewhere else to be, he had a more important mission to attend to, he just didn’t feel like it, whichever reason seemed to be the excuse of the day because Gojo is Gojo. The mission fell to you, and Haibara was to assist you.
This was supposed to be a grade 1 curse at an elementary school. But when you and Haibara got there, it was immediately clear that it was not just a grade 1. It was an unregistered special grade. And you, a grade 1 sorcerer, was dealing real damage to the special grade curse and you would’ve exorcised it too, had it not taken a teacher hostage.
Suguru listened, his hands clenched in fists so tight at his sides his nails drew blood in his palm.
When Shoko finally emerged from the room, she looked withered, completely worn.
“She’s going to be ok.”
He sat beside you, holding your hand in his, not leaving your side for even a moment that night. He stayed with you until you woke up.
And when you woke, you smiled. It took all of his power not to absolutely lose it and unleash all the curses in his arsenal on the campus. He wanted to burn everything down. For your smile. The fact that you woke from the brink of death, and you smiled.
How could you? How could you smile like all of this hadn’t happened? You were willing to sacrifice your life to save someone who does nothing except contribute to this evil in the world. These non-sorcerers, the lazy, disease-ridden, powerless and pathetic non-sorcerers who contribute nothing to this world except pollute it with their negativity. And gentle, beautiful creatures like you have to suffer for it, and why? His anger, his despair, it built and built and his cursed energy was on the brink of imploding and-
“Suguru..?”
Your voice was sweet as it ever was, sweet and clear as spring water.
“I’m getting promoted to special grade.”
He watched with wide eyes as you smiled proudly, naively.
/
There was a profound shift in Suguru, you could feel it.
In the weeks following your hospitalization, things began changing. You couldn’t quite place exactly what happened first, or what led to what. But you knew how you felt. You knew how he began to make you feel. And you knew the truth was you could trace it all the way back to when Riko died.
First it was his consumption, which had almost tripled in the weeks that followed. He began taking more missions, a lot more missions. He’d come home to you, eyes wild, the bitter, acrid taste of curses heavy on his lips as he pushed his tongue onto yours. He no longer tried to hide it. And more and more, he became increasingly rough with you. But you didn’t mind. Didn’t mind the way he’d bite your lip to the point of drawing blood, didn’t mind the way pin you down and rip your clothes from your body, didn’t mind the way he’d hold your legs apart and push himself into you with a renewed desperation and ferocity. You loved him.
And he loved you. He’d said it to you late one autumn evening when he came up behind you as you glanced at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You hardly recognized yourself; the way your eyes were dark and sunken in, a trail of violent clots of blood along your neck and chest where his lips had latched onto your skin. He’d come up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nestling his face into the crook of your neck.
“I love you,” he whispered into your skin.
You turned, reaching up to gently brush a few strands of hair from his eyes.
Those three words are supposed to mean something. They’re supposed to mean everything. But in that moment it wasn’t what you wanted to hear most. You wanted him to tell you what was wrong. You wanted him to let you in. You wanted him to tell you about the raging storm of thoughts you could tell was constantly swirling in his mind. You wanted him to tell you about his plans. Something was coming, you could tell. He was on the brink. And you held onto him so desperately, the parts of him you still recognized. But you remained understanding, patient, careful not to pry because when you asked a provoking question he, at best, deflects, at worst, leaves.
But you didn’t want him to be alone. You didn’t want him to feel alone. He was suffering, you could tell. But you were so helpless to do anything about it. You loved him.
And so you wrapped your arms around him and held him close and whispered “I love you, too.”
/
“I’m not convinced Y/N is real.”
Suguru threw his head back in raucous laughter. “What do you mean you’re not convinced, I don’t have to prove anything to you.” He smiled, his new smile; half deceit, half condescension.
“Well then why haven’t you introduced her to us,” Nanako rolled her eyes and continued the game she was playing on her phone.
He scoffed, glancing over at Mimiko, who sat quietly in the seat beside him in the quaint little cafe that Nanako insisted on trying out. “Are you gonna give me grief too?”
Mimiko shrugged, hugging her stuffed bear close, sipping hot cocoa.
He didn’t have anything to prove to them. He couldn’t.
When word spread of the massacre in the village where he rescued Nanako and Mimiko, he’d gone to the place where he knew you would find him. A little park bench, worn from time and weather, under an old oak grove; a place full of peaceful and beautiful memories of the two of you walking together, hand in hand, when you still laughed, when you still smiled. Why didn’t you laugh with him anymore? Why didn’t you smile for him the way you used to?
He was certain when he arrived he’d find you waiting there for him. That he’d find you anxiously awaiting your new life with him. That he’d see you’ve packed all your belongings and that they’d be in a duffle bag by your feet. That you’d be prepared to be with him, to dedicate your life and your powers to his cause. That you’d be with him forever.
But when he emerged from the trees and saw you seated on the bench, he knew he was wrong.
You were seated quietly, hunched over, your hands in your lap, palms up. You did not have your bags packed. You were not wearing clothes that were warm enough for this early winter weather. And he knew.
You were not going to leave with him. You weren’t even dressed to have an extended conversation with him.
He felt something rise in the pit of his stomach, something hot and twisted, a bitter resentment boiling to his chest and up into his throat. Anger. Fear. Paranoia.
He couldn’t stay. He’d already risked too much by coming here in the first place. You’re probably waiting to demand an explanation from him. You’re probably here as bait to lure him into a trap, to his capture. Didn’t you love him? Didn’t you say you loved him? How could you? Why couldn’t you understand? He was building a new world. He was going to rid the world of the ugly thing that caused all your pain. Don’t you get it? He wanted this for you, for both of you. He’d put together a whole new family for you. Why didn’t you want to be with him? Why do you have to side with them?
You waited on that park bench until the sun had passed far below the horizon, and the evening clouds had given way to a dark winter sky and the moon shone bright. He never showed. Though you didn’t exactly expect he would.
You wanted to see him. You desperately wanted to see him. You wanted to fall to your knees before him, to hold his hand to your heart and tell him how much you loved him, how for a long time now you’ve wanted to go away with him. But not to this.
There’s a little cabin in a faraway town, between a trickling crystal river where a valley of wildflowers meets a lush, green mountain. A place you’d wanted to take him to for a long time. A place where you thought he could breathe. Far from all of this.
Ever since Haibara’s death, you’d become increasingly disillusioned with the jujutsu world, but in a different way than Suguru. You had no philosophy about how the world should be. No holy mission to put your hands around the world and bend it until you break it into the way you think it should be.
You just wanted him.
You wanted those days of peace, when it was just him and you, and the quiet summer mornings full of sunlight and the light chirping of crickets, and the smell of coffee, and the feeling of the soft, cotton fabric of his clothes under your fingertips.
But you were too late.
And in the months that followed, you found yourself frequently visiting that little park bench. And on some days you’d even see him, the gentle sway of his dark hair against his shoulders, the end of a lollipop? A cigarette? Sticking out from between his lips. He’d turn and see you walking towards him, and he’d smile, that sweet, loving smile of his that you’ve held so close to your heart it’s burned and etched into your flesh, a scar. But you’d blink and realize it was nothing more than a mirage created by your mind that’s infected with delusion, plagued by insomnia since he left, since you could no longer fall asleep in the warm cradle of his arms.
/
The elders were going on about Suguru’s declaration of war, and Gojo could not help himself arguing with them. You sat in the corner of the room, you didn’t hear a thing that was said. Your mind had long since registered anything they said to you.
That night as you laid awake, eyes dry and red, withered and stinging from the endless tears that came at night when you’d put on one of his t-shirts, clutching them and breathing them in until they no longer carried his scent, until there were no tears left, you were jolted to your feet by a sudden overwhelming wave of cursed energy, palpable and seeping through the crack in the door to your room.
You were about to activate your technique but the curse was overwhelmingly fast and strong, and in a complete blur of movement, you were consumed by the curse, consumed by darkness.
When you woke it was in a room you didn’t recognize. Stained wood paneling on the ceiling, the feeling of silk bedding cocooning your body. You sat quickly, on guard.
He was there. Seated against the wall on the far corner of the room. You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. He isn’t real. He isn’t real. He isn’t-
But in an instant he was by your side.
Tomorrow is the day he will bring an end to it all. But before that, he needed to see you. He needed to know. Were you lying when you said you loved me?
He crept his fingers up the cool skin on your chest, exposed under the baggy collar of one of his old t-shirts. They crept up to the edge of your neck, he was closing his fingers around your throat but-
A small, fragile hand, with unsure movements lifted to his face. Your fingertips grazed softly against the skin of his cheek, under the veil of the dark hair that framed his eyes. He heard your breath hitch softly, the corners of your eyes welled up, a teardrop fell.
“Is it really you?”
Your voice was barely a whisper but it was enough for him.
When he kissed you, it was like how it was in the beginning. He had intended to punish you, to hold you down and force you to look at him and tell him the truth. Why didn’t you leave with him? Why didn’t you love him? Why couldn’t you understand him? It all faded now that he had you in his arms again. For months and months his mind and his heart festered in the thought that you didn’t really love him, that you had chosen not to be with him, that you condemned him the way his best friend and his peers did. But he was wrong. He could tell by your gasping breaths against his lips, the way you clung to him with fragile arms, the tears that streamed from your eyes, and-
“I missed you..”
A stifled sob, you pulled away for only a moment, to look at him, god he’s missed your voice. But not even the tears that poured from your eyes, not even the sniffles could hide it; he could see it on your face, plain as day; when your eyes met his, you smiled.
It was the smallest lift of the corners of your mouth. But it was enough for him.
You smiled.
“I miss you..”
When his lips found yours again, he was so gentle and so sweet, like in the best days you remember with him. He glided his palms along your skin like he was exploring and discovering your body for the first time. His fingertips clamped down into your skin to pull you close as possessively as he ever was, like he does not intend to ever let you go, like he never did let you go.
After, you lay beside him, cradled in his arms, and he felt as though a fog had lifted, a fog of doubt and regret that he didn’t even realize how much he’d let it grow, how much he’d let his resentment pollute his memories of you. It was all so clear now. He loves you.
He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
Your face was pressed gently against his chest, eyelashes fluttering against his skin and he pulled you into him tighter in his arms. He let out a deep sigh.
“What?” you ask softly, peering up at him.
“You’ve grown so thin..” he traced his fingertips along the ridges and dips of your ribs. “When I get back tomorrow, I’m going to have Larue make you the most amazing meal. He’s a bit of a grouch, but he’ll warm up to you. He doesn’t look it, but he’s an incredible chef, he always cooks for the family,” he laughed softly. “And Nana and Mimi, those brats, they’ve been pestering me to introduce you to them. It’s really quite exasperating, but I know they need a strong female figure, a mother, in their life. They’re just kids, but they have a lot of potential, albeit a little rough around the edges, and- what? Why are you looking at me like that?”
It was one of those incredible moments of clarity for you. And in that moment, the tears would not stop.
When I get back tomorrow...
Family...
A mother...
You reached a hand out to brush a few strands of hair from his eyes, caressing his cheek softly.
“Y/N..what’s wrong?”
“I’m just..I’m really happy,” you smiled, but the tears still would not stop. “I’m really happy that you’ve built a life for yourself here..that you’ve found a family..a family that loves you, and cares for you, and will always be here for you..” you stifled back a sob.
He could hear the hesitancy in your voice. I have a built a life here, I built this for us. This is your family too..they’ll love you too..we’ll always be here for you too..
“Seeing that you’re doing well, I’m so happy for you,” You took a deep breath. “Suguru, I’m leaving,” you glance up at him through watery eyes. He looked back into your eyes intently, hanging on your every word.
“Last year, I went on that mission in Oshika, remember, in Nagano? It took so long to get there but.. while I was there I found this little cabin..it’s so beautiful, Suguru, I wish you could’ve been there with me..it’s beside these crystal clear streams that flowed down from the mountain, in this valley covered in wildflowers, at the foot of the mountain..”
You couldn’t bear to look at him for this next part. “Tomorrow...I’m not going to try to stop you. But I can’t stand beside you. I’ll be waiting for you, at the little cabin. If you follow my residuals you’ll be able to find it. Only you can find it, I’ve made sure of that..but I want you to know I heard you, that you have a life and a family here, so you don’t have to be with me...but for me- there’s no life for me without you,” the tears flew down and you tried to smile, your eyes met his again.
“Maybe, just once in a while, maybe just once in a while you could bring your family, and come visit and-”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He covered your mouth with his, his arms wrapped so tightly around you he thought you might break.
He didn’t know. And he hated himself for not knowing. All this time he’d resented you, wallowing in his own hurt, commiserating with the part of himself that wanted to hate you for leaving him. But all this time, you suffered too. You were hurt too.
But this is it. This is how everything is going to get better. This was the future. This was a moment of clarity for him like he’d never felt before. He could have you. After tomorrow, he would have you, he would be with you forever. He would give you a beautiful new world. He would give you a family. And you would all live happily in the little cabin in the valley of wildflowers.
He fell asleep with you in his arms that night and slept for the first time in ages, content with the knowledge that after tomorrow, everything was going to change, everything would be perfect.
When he woke you were already gone, but he found himself surrounded by the residuals of your energy. He’d never felt anything like it before; it was as though the molecules in the air vibrated with electricity around him, it contained him, it moved with him, it energized him. And he dressed for the day, smiling with a renewed vigor. This would be the start of the rest of your lives together.
The rest of your lives together..
He laughed bitterly at himself as he clutched the open, gashing wound on the side of his body, limping through the darkened alley.
He was tired.
Just a little further..just a little further to you.
He recognized you were hundreds of miles away but he wouldn’t let that stop him. He couldn’t. He would be with you. Even like this, he would go to you. He had to..
But he was so tired.
He slid down to the ground, head hunched over. His vision was blurring, his eyelids were growing heavy, he would spend this time warm in the energy of your residuals except- suddenly it dissipated.
Your residuals, they were gone.
He lifted his head, looking around as if he could see it, he looked for it. But he couldn’t feel it anymore. He couldn’t feel you anymore. His eyes grew wide.
“...Y/N...?”
“So you can tell?”
He turned to see Gojo standing above him. He scoffed at the sight of him.
“Tell what?” he asked, fist clenched at his side.
Gojo paused for a moment. “She’s gone, Suguru.”
He looked up at Gojo, blinking.
“Last night a huge amount of unregistered cursed energy appeared on campus, that was you wasn’t it?”
Suguru said nothing.
Gojo continued. “Yaga went to find Y/N this morning, all semi-grade 1’s and above were meant to gather in preparation. He felt the residuals in her room. And he saw that all her bags were packed.”
No..
“He and Gakuganji were convinced she was in cahoots with you. They sent Mei Mei.”
No. No. No. NO-
“I know she wasn’t. She may have loved you, but she wasn’t insane like you. But I was too late, they’d already dispatched Mei Mei.”
“Mei can’t take her."
He fought back. He fought back against this with all his will, as if he could reverse it all simply by wishing it so.
“No, Mei Mei can’t. Not unless Y/N doesn’t fight back.”
Suguru’s head dropped.
He understood.
“...she never thought I’d actually win this battle, did she?” he whispered, half as a question to Gojo, half as a statement to himself.
Gojo shook his head. “But I think she still held out hope that you would.”
I’m happy that you’ve built a life for yourself..
I’m happy that you’ve found a family that loves you..
I’m leaving..
There’s no life for me without you..
He gritted his teeth. I’ve still got some fight left in me, Y/N so how dare you give up on me, don’t you give up on me. I just have to get to you..I just have to get to you..we’ll be happy together, I just have to-
You didn’t even give me a chance to say goodbye..
I love you, too..
Your words played in his mind on an endless loop, haunting what remained of his consciousness.
Your words played over the reel of memories flashing through his mind, of sunlight, a veneer of a smile, a soft echo of a laugh, the gentle caress of a kiss on his lips..
“Suguru.”
He let out a soft laugh when Gojo was done speaking.
He took a frail breath in. “You should at least curse me in the end.”
There was a bright flash of light, and the darkness set in.
But it wasn’t cold like he feared.
There was something warm, like the feeling of soft sunlight on his skin.
And in the darkness, a pair of small hands reached out, and welcomed him.
fin.
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extra scenes from this verse:
˃ geto takes care of you ✿
˃ geto has an oral fixation ✞
˃ your first mission with geto / falling in love with you ☾
cw: smut, fluff, sex, pussy eating, making out, unprotected sex
[a/n: this is just part one because i didnt realize how long these would get, please let me know who you’d like to see next]
𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔….he’s super slick about it. it was just another friday night in. the two of you were watching some movie you both agreed upon. you noticed suguru had been acting a bit different, though. he insisted on laying on top of you while you watched the movie. his head nuzzled into your lower abdomen, his arms wrapped around your waist as your hands played with his long jet black hair. soft hums vibrate against your belly as he hums along to a song he knows thats playing through the tv. “sugu, get up, i need water,” you ask kindly with a few taps to his arm. he just groans in response, squeezing you tighter. “pleaseee, i’m thirsty,” you beg as you try to unlatch his arms from around you. “so am i, but you don’t see me whinin’,” he retorts, his face buried in your sweatshirt. “if you let me up, i’ll get us both some water,” you let out a final plea. “i’m not thirsty for that,” he chuckles, kissing the exposed skin of your abdomen, “i’m thirsty for you.” you let out a belly laugh at your boyfriend’s corny humor, “oh, i see.” his large hands begin to softly rub circles into your sides. “what are you thirsty for exactly?” you ask, coming down from your small laughing fit. “hmmmm,” he hums against your skin, “this?” his eyes shoot to meet yours to read your response. you’d only been dating for about a month or so, you hadn’t even had sex yet much less seen these parts of each other. he was hoping he wasn’t being too abrupt about it. he just really wanted to feel closer to you, but would totally understand if you said no. “oh really?” you cock an eyebrow at his answer. you didn’t mind, you were just curious as to what got him so riled up. all that you had on were some old pajama pants and a stretched out sweatshirt.
“sure, why not,” you oblige. “really?” his eyes light up in an instant, “you will not regret this i promise.” “oh christ,” you roll your eyes at his excitement as you pulled him upwards to you so you could kiss him. his lips meet yours, and he’s already pushing his tongue into your mouth. you let him of course, if you were being honest with yourself, his eagerness was hot. the fact that he was this excited to pleasure you had you wondering what you did in your past life to get this lucky now. his fingers made quick work of pushing your pajama pants down and off your legs. his palm was warm against your skin as he pushed your right thigh out. his mouth trailed down your jawline to your neck as his thumb rubbed soft circles into your thigh, eliciting a small whimper from you. you could feel yourself getting aroused from his lips alone, and the way his hips settled against yours wasn’t helping. “those sounds alone could make me cum,” he laughed against your neck, “do make more, you sound so pretty.” he adjusted himself to move his head lower, his body sliding down your torso. he brought himself to sit on his knees as he examined your clothed cunt, and you could now see the tent building in his sweatpants. two fingers hook under the waistband of your underwear and pull them down gently. his mouth immediately attaches to your mound, planting kisses here and there. you gasp at the feeling of his lips finally touching you. two thumbs seperate your outer lips from each other, his eyes light up at the glossiness of your wet hole. “so pretty,” he says smiling at you, a blush covers your cheeks. his eyes stay on yours as his tongue peaks out from his lips and prods at your clit.
he watches as your head snaps back and a moan escapes you. your hand grips his long hair and he takes it further. he wastes no time in slurping you up. your juices spilling over his lips. he has you panting from the way he’s circling your clit. your mind goes fuzzy as he starts to suck on it. he’s mesmirized at your reaction, and he’s happy that he’s the one making you feel this good. he can feel your hand pushing his head harder into your pussy and he takes the oppurtunity to let you grind your hips against his mouth. he can’t believe how hot you are using him like this. he stays still, his tongue flat against your cunt. “fuck, sugu, i’m gon-“ his lips go back to work on you as your hips continue to rut against him. your throaty ‘ah, ah, ahs’ are driving him insane, he can’t wait to see you finish on his tongue for the first time. he sucks your clit harder and that’s it for you, a slip of his name followed by erotic whimpers spills from your mouth. he slows down as he feels your juices cover his tongue, he takes in all of it. your chest rises and falls as you breathe deeply enough to catch your breath. you look down to your boyfriend whose mouth is glistening with your arousal and he looks so cute with that stupid little smile on his face. “had i known you were this good, i would’ve done this a lot sooner,” you panted. geto wipes his mouth as his face comes closer to yours, “just ask anytime, babe, i’m always available.”
𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗….he’s very gentle. it was just another makeout session on your couch. your boyfriend of a few months was weighing down on top of you, your legs squeezing his sides. your hands entangled in his hair as his tongue explored your mouth. on multiple occasions, you’d thought about what it’d be like if these sessions went further, you wanted them to. but gojo never seemed to allow them too, so you figured maybe he just wasn’t ready, which was fine of course. you were fed up with the curiousity though and sick of having to use your hand to relieve yourself after he left for the night. your hips rolled slightly against his to see if he’d get the hint. as if on cue, he pulled away from you, lifting himself to hover over you. you suddenly feel embarrasses for even trying and start to feel like maybe he didn’t want to do anything more because of you. he reaches for his phone that’s set on the coffee table next to the couch and checks the time. “i should probably go…” he trails awkwardly. as he moves to get up, you quickly grab his sleeve. “we could keep going,” your voice is soft, the inside of your cheek is assualted by your teeth at your nervousness. he’s quiet. “satoru,” you squeeze the fabric between your fingers as your eyes avert to your lap, “i want you so bad it hurts.”
“i’ve been waiting so long for you to say that,” gojo whispers. his body is on yours again as his lips mold with yours. “i thought…maybe…you just didn’t…want me,” you say between kisses. “i’ve wanted you for so long,” his mouth attaches to your neck, “i just didn’t know if that’s what you wanted.” “you are such an idiot,” you laugh as his hand crawls underneath your shirt. “can i take this off?” he stops to look you in the eyes. “yes, please,” you consent. he slips your shirt over your head and marvels at the site of your bare chest. your adjust yourself so that your back is resting more on the arm of the couch than on the cushion. “can i touch them?” you nod. his large hand comes to one of your breasts and massages it as his mouth attaches to the other. a gasp leaves you and you can feel your arousal worsen. gojo pulls himself up to sit on his knees that are spread enough to kee your legs apart. he keeps eye contact with you as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it behind him. he watches as your delicate hand traces down his abdomen and over his belt. he follows your lead and removes his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs. you eye the large tent in them and suddenly feel yourself clam up with nervousness. “can i take these off?” he asks as his hands rest ontop of your sweatpants. “y-yeah,” the anxiety was evident in your voice. “baby, what’s wrong? we can stop if you want,” gojo’s hand cups your cheek, his face riddled in concern. “no, no i wanna do this, i just don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” your worries sound stupid now that you’ve said it out loud.
“now, why would i ever be disappointed in you?” he gives you a crooked smile. “i don’t know, like, maybe if i’m not good enough at this for you or som-“ “y/n,” he interrupts, “i love you, having sex with you isn’t gonna change that.” you let out a sigh of relief at his affirmation. he kisses your forehead and draws his attention back to your pants. he pulls them down slowly and tosses them on the floor. “you look so pretty, baby,” he compliments as he lays his chest flat against yours, his lips connect to your neck once more. his clothes erection rubs against your covered clit causing you to let out a breathy moan. your boyfriend hovers over you, his eyes finding yours to settle on. “you sure you wanna do this?” “yeah, i’m sure,” you confirm. gojo plants a kiss on your lips before pulling himself up to his knees again to remove your underwear. he slides them down swiftly and rids himself of his own. your eyes widen at his now freed cock. he’s a lot bigger than you thought he’d be and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated. he grabs the shaft of his dick and slides the tip between your folds earning a whimper from you. “fuck, you’re already so wet,” he hisses. he hovers back over you so that he’s face to face with you. “i’m gonna go slow, okay? just stop me if it hurts or you change your mind,” he explains as he awaits your answer. you nod, “m’kay.” “i love you,” his eyes shift from yours to your lips. “i love you, too.”
he gently pushes your thigh out to give himself more room. his eyes stay on yours as he slides his tip in. your pussy happily welcomes him with ease. “aaaahh, fuck,” gojo’s mouth falls open as your walls squeeze him. your head falls back as he bottoms out inside you, a strained moan slips from your lips. “s-so big,” your hand comes up to rest on his shoulder. he leaves small wet kisses down your jawline to help you relax. “okay, you can move,” your eyes zip shut as he pulls his hips back and moves them back in. his hand travels down to your thigh to pull your leg up slightly to give himself more leverage. “fuck, ‘toru!” his actions caused him to hit deeper, his tip kissing your cervix. his head buries itself in the crook of your neck, his moans echo into your ear. “can i speed up? you feel so fucking good,” he groans. “yeah,” you pant, “please.” his hips pick up the pace, and you grip his hair for support. the way his pubic bone hits your clit just right has your mind reeling. you’d never had sex that felt this good. the noises you’re letting out are embarrassingly erotic, but you can tell gojo is getting off on it by the way he’s panting in your ear. “god, fuck, your pussy feels so good, baby,” he whines. “‘m gonna cum soon, ‘toru,” you breathe, your head nuzzling against his. “me too, fuck,” his head lifts up to kiss you. the kisses are sloppy and inconsistent, but it’s so hot.
“satoru—huungh—i’m gonna cum,” your body tenses up as you feel your orgasm about to spill. “go ahead, angel,” he says kissing your neck again. you tighten yours arms around him as your release washes over you. your legs squeeze him as your cunt contracts around his cock. “ah, fuck, i’m cumming,” his voice is low in your ear as a string of whimpers follow it. he leaks inside as your chests simultaneously heave. he shakes against you as he continues to thrust, riding both of your orgasms out until the end. “holy fuck,” you chuckle as you look at him, “so much better than my hand.” gojo laughs as he throws an extra pillow over your face.
LET TODAY BE FOREVER (BECAUSE TOMORROW NEVER COMES)
@dearstarlight asked;
hiya :> if the drabble game is still open, could I request for “I’ll wait for you forever” - stargazing - jujutsu kaisen?
synopsis; goodbyes always comes faster than you would imagine.
pairing; geto suguru x reader
content; angst, established relationship, some fluff, hurt/no comfort, gender neutral reader
word count; 1.1k
a/n; well i got a teeny bit carried away with this one and made it a short oneshot. oops.
Forever may seem like a long time, but for the right person, you were sure time flies.
The time since you met Geto seemed to only reinforce this idea. Sometimes you swore it still felt like you had just met yesterday, even though you couldn’t even count the number of months you’d known him on your hands anymore.
“Three weeks, right? You come back before New Years?”
“Yep,” you told him. “I’m gonna miss being able to talk to you whenever I want.”
Geto chuckled, “I’ll text you when I first wake up in the mornings and try to catch you before you go to bed.” He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was gonna miss your excessive texts as well; he found them oddly charming.
The sentiment made you smile, and you laid your head back to look up at the stars again. It was a good night to look at them; the sky was clear and you swore you could see more than usual. They almost seemed close, like you might be able to reach out and brush your fingertips against them, even though they were miles and miles and miles away.
How funny was it that you met Geto? Two ex-sorcerers who had managed to step away from jujutsu society, from opposite ends of the world, stumbling upon each other. Now you laid here on the roof of his house, fingers linked together as you stared at the stars. Stars that, despite being thousands of miles apart, came together on this planet to make a picture.
“You’ll wait for me?” you broke the silence with a cheesy line from a movie y’all had watched the other day. There was teasing in your tone, and when Geto turned his head to peer at you, he huffed in amusement.
“Three weeks is nothing. I’d wait for you forever, if I had to.”
He may have essentially been parroting the movie back to you, but something in the way his eyes softened a little and his arm reached around to squeeze you closer made your heart flutter. The words crawled up your skin and made your fingers tingle in that special way that silently screamed ‘home’.
Those same tingling fingers found the collar of Geto’s shirt, pulling his mouth down to press a kiss against his lips. It was meant to be quick, but then Geto turned one second into two, then two into five, until he was shifting to lean over you and those oversized hands of his started wandering.
“You perv!” you yelped, but the grin against his lips betrayed you of any conviction you might have had. (There wasn’t any to begin with, but that was beside the point.) “Not on the roof! I’m not trying to fall!”
Geto only laughed and let you push him off, before following after your careful footsteps back through his bedroom window.
Three weeks (that had turned into four after a terrorist attack in Shinjuku had shut down all air traffic) had felt like forever, but as the airport taxi got closer and closer to Geto’s house, a little forever didn’t seem so long anymore.
Down the street, out the car, through the front door until you were calling “Suguru! I’m back!” and forever didn’t exist anymore.
Geto’s voice or face or even the sound of his footsteps didn’t greet you. Only silence. An empty house.
You checked every room like you were looking for a dog that accidentally got locked somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be. You even made sure he wasn’t just asleep, despite knowing damn well Geto was never fond of naps.
“I’ve got to run out of town for a few days, but I should be back by the time you’re home.”
He must be running behind then. He’ll be home by tomorrow, you told yourself in an attempt not to worry. You had already gotten through a month without him; you could hold out a little longer.
One more day.
But one more day turned into one more week, and soon forever was starting to become longer again.
Your head was constantly rolling back and forth wondering if he left you, or if something bad had happened to him. By day three, you had the thought to call his family and ask about, until you realized you had never met his family. You hardly even knew anything about them. There was basically no family for you to call, or text, or find online.
It made your stomach roll. He had said forever, but maybe those words were a little emptier than you thought.
Everyday the house got a little bigger. The bed felt oversized and cold without him there. The loveseat that barely fit you two suddenly seemed to stretch far beyond your extended legs. When the doorbell rang one day, the front door felt miles away from the back door.
The doorbell.
At the realization that someone was here, you were scrambling to your feet and leaping to the door faster than you ever thought was possible. It’s him, let it be him. You couldn’t help the way your chest fluttered with hope.
But there was no one at the door. No one, just a single piece of paper, laid folded and tucked under the corner of the mat. Your eyes darted around in confusion; who left this? What was it?
Something at the corner of the block drew your attention like a magnet. A flash of white, and upon further inspection even from your distance, you realized it was a man. He was dressed in all black, and atop his head was the most pristine set of silvery hair you had ever seen. He paused, turning back toward you for just a moment—his eyes were obscured by a bandana over half of his face, but you swore he looked right at you with this sorrowful frown—before disappearing behind the corner.
Hesitantly, you picked up the paper from the ground. It was a bit crumpled, and dirty looking. Some of the corners were stained with an unsettling reddish-brown color. You unfolded it and realized that it was a note.
Upon further inspection, the handwriting it adorned belonged to Geto. It was messy, like his hand had been shaking when he wrote it, but it was definitely his penmanship. You were nervous to read it, but you willed yourself to do it.
Hi love. I’m sorry for making you wait. I’m sure you’ve been worried sick about me. I’m also sorry to tell you that I’m not coming home. I just wanted to make the world better for us, but I messed up, and I’m paying the price.
Go be happy, for the both of us.
I love you, Suguru
Tears fell from your face, their wetness mixing with the old reddish smears across the paper. It took all your willpower to step back inside and close the door, before sliding your back down the wall and curling your knees into your chest.
