#getoxfemreader

Hii, this story is set in times when Gojo and Geto were in school.  It is Geto x fem reader Its my first fanfiction after not writing anything in years, I hope you enjoy it.  __________________________________________________________

"Come on, give it another shot," Geto encouraged, his voice steady and warm, radiating an unshakable patience.

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" a familiar voice called out from the doorway. I turned to see Gojo, leaning casually against the frame with a smirk playing on his lips. As Geto's best friend, and in some ways his brother, Gojo shared a bond with him that was as easy as it was unbreakable—a friendship forged through many of missions, school, and countless late-night talks.

"We're practicing a domain expansion," Geto explained, as if that was an everyday occurrence. We were in the school's gym, a space designed to handle students' powers without the risk of turning the building into rubble. Geto stood in his oversized white T-shirt, his hair tied up in that messy bun he always wore. There was a gentle warmth in his smile that made my heart do an involuntary flip. ____

Moving to Tokyo from my tiny village in the south had been a shock. Back home, I'd always had friends around me, eager to dive into every event and outing. But when my cursed technique started to emerge, I withdrew, worried that getting too close to anyone could bring them danger. My second month at Tokyo Jujutsu High was a whirlwind of learning, my only constant being Tori, my best friend and fellow first-year. She had an energy that brightened even the hardest days, and together we navigated the highs and lows of this new world.

One day, as we strolled across campus, we overheard a group of second-year boys joking loudly. Rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath, "Honestly, boys can be so clueless sometimes."

Silence fell over them, and I instantly regretted my comment—until Geto, who stood among them, let out a soft chuckle. "You know, she's right." That was the first time I noticed him, really noticed him.

A few weeks later, Tori and I were paired with older students for a mission. As we waited on the front steps, a tall figure cast a shadow over us.

"Y/N, ready to go?" Geto asked, his warm smile setting me at ease instantly. His calm, assured presence felt like a gentle current guiding me forward.

"Suguru Geto," he introduced himself, extending his hand to help me up. I took it, feeling a strange warmth rush through me.

"You bringing those?" he nodded at my nunchaku. I felt a bit self-conscious for relying on cursed weapons, but he didn't seem to mind in the least. That mission, we talked about everything—our hometowns, dreams, even the fears. Days turned into weeks, and somewhere along the line, he became much more than a friend. ____

"What's the problem here?" Gojo's voice snapped me back to the present.

"She can't focus," Geto explained, his brows furrowed with concern before I could respond.

"It's not about focus," I protested, shaking my head. "I just can't... make it happen."

Gojo grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Maybe you're nervous with Geto watching."

"Stop it, Satoru," Geto said, tone firm but playful. I crossed my arms, cheeks flushed, as Gojo circled around behind me.

"Alright, alright. Let's help her," Gojo said, surprisingly gentle. "Your domain expansion isn't just a skill; it's an extension of who you are. Think of what you want to create or protect. Let that vision center you."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the hammering of my heart and focus on the images swimming in my mind.

"Now!" Gojo's voice rang out, sharp and clear.

"Domain Expansion!" I called, feeling the surge of cursed energy ignite within me.

When I opened my eyes, we were standing in a huge, surreal version of my childhood room. The pastel pink walls stretched up and out in every direction, towering like cliffs, and the dark wooden furniture loomed above us, immense and imposing. A fluffy pink carpet sprawled beneath our feet, each fiber a thick thread that felt like walking through a field. The white bed sat like a mountain in the distance, its plush sheets and pillows colossal, soft hills on an unreachable horizon. Everything was enormous, transforming this familiar, cozy space into an otherworldly, unsettling landscape where we felt no bigger than insects 

"Whoa...where are we?" Gojo's wide eyes darted around in amazement.

"Is this your childhood room?" Geto asked softly, stepping forward. I nodded, a mix of pride and nostalgia swelling within me. But as quickly as the awe filled me, a strange pulse echoed through my chest—an unfamiliar rhythm that wasn't my own heartbeat. Suddenly, I felt Gojo's excitement, electric and infectious, like a thrill that invaded my mind. Beneath it, a shadow of uncertainty from Geto, a hint of worry that made my stomach tighten.

The emotions tangled and twisted within me, clashing until I couldn't distinguish my feelings from theirs. Their emotions surged and ebbed, waves crashing against the edges of my mind, threatening to overwhelm me. Gasping, I released the domain, desperate to return to my own thoughts.

In an instant, we were back in the gym.

"That was incredible, Y/N! You did it!" Gojo's grin was contagious, but I could barely manage a weak smile. I felt disoriented, echoes of their emotions lingering, blurring the line between us.

I stumbled over to the bench, head in my hands, trying to shake off the lingering sensation.

"Hey... what's wrong?" Geto knelt beside me, his face filled with the same worry I had sensed moments ago. "You did amazing, Y/N. Really."

"I... I could feel what you two were feeling," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It wasn't just knowing; it was like your emotions were inside me. Geto... your anxiety—it was this heavy, steady thing, like it was rooting me to the ground. I couldn't tell where I ended and you two began. Everything just... twisted together, clashing and pulling me under." I took a shaky breath.

They exchanged glances, as if sharing some silent realization, their eyes lighting up like they'd stumbled upon a powerful secret.

"Emotion control," they said in unison, excitement flickering in their eyes.

I blinked, still reeling. "My cursed technique... lets me sense emotions?"

"Not just sense," Geto clarified, pride glinting in his gaze. "You might even be able to influence them."

Gojo clapped his hands, bouncing slightly. "Think of the possibilities! You could be one of the most unique jujutsu sorcerers!"

---------------------------------------------------- later -------------------------

Standing in my bathroom, still in pajamas and brushing my teeth, I heard a knock, then the door creaked open.

"Hey, babe... you here?" Suguru's voice drifted in, casual yet familiar, as he entered my dorm room. His footsteps neared the bathroom, and soon enough, his reflection appeared beside me in the mirror.

"I thought maybe we could talk about today," he said, watching me finish brushing. He gently swept my hair aside and kissed the nape of my neck. I put down my toothbrush, rinsed, and wiped my mouth before turning to face him.

Leaning back against the sink, hands gripping the edge, I stared at the floor. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon," I began, my voice low as I turned back to the mirror, applying moisturizer. Suguru stood there, all quiet, patiently, listening.

"It's just... a weird feeling," I said, barely louder than a whisper. "It felt like I was invading your space, getting in your head. Seeing you in my childhood room—it just made me feel exposed, like I was that scared kid all over again. And when I felt your anxiety..." I paused, feeling my words tighten in my throat.

Turning to him, I pressed my forehead to his chest, and his arms folded around me, his chin resting softly on my head. "I've been aware of others' feelings for a while now. Ever since my cursed technique started showing up, it's like everyone's emotions just wash over me all the time." I buried my face in his chest, voice breaking slightly as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he held me closer.

"I just wish I didn't have to use it at all. The emotional overload is intense. And please... don't start in on 'training' again."

He laughed softly, his grip tightening. "So, you'd rather stick with the nunchakus?"

I laughed, swiping at a stray tear. "If it keeps me from spiraling, yeah—nunchakus are the vibe."

Jujutsu High dorms were basic: small room, double bed, a desk pushed against one wall, and a narrow wardrobe across from the bed. The bathroom was cozy (aka tiny) but serviceable, with plain white tiles. Not exactly luxe, but I made it home with plants, which honestly helped a ton. Even with tiny windows, the soft filtered light made it a bit of a sanctuary.

Tomorrow was a light class day, so we planned to chill tonight, as we often did—either binge-watching something or just taking a walk. I was winding down, already half-ready for bed.

I grabbed my small watering can, filling it at the sink before handing it to Suguru, who took it with a familiar nod. He knew the drill. While he watered the plants, I switched on my desk lamp, grabbed my laptop, and settled into bed. The quiet between us was calming—a comfortable silence that felt like home.

As he tended to the plants, I could tell he was mulling something over.

"I have to say it..." he began, his focus on a fern. "If we could just train one more time, I think you'd get the hang of it. That technique of yours? It's powerful." Putting the can down. His voice softened, and he came over to sit on the bed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me that look.

"What are you saying, monkey?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile, even though the nickname made me cringe. But it was Suguru, and he meant well, so I rolled with it.

With a sigh, I reached up and tugged his hair loose from its bun, letting it fall around his face as I smiled. "Fine... whatever my monkey wants," I laughed, feeling his warm hand on my cheek as he leaned in, his lips soft against mine, his other hand lightly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss.

Fumbling a bit, I managed to shove my laptop onto the nightstand without breaking contact. He eased me back onto the bed, one of his hands slipping under my t-shirt to rest on my waist, his touch making me shiver. I gasped softly as he shrugged off his shirt, his broad shoulders and loose hair giving him that unreal look that always left me a little breathless.

I lifted my arms, letting him pull off my pajama top so we were both bare from the waist up, skin against skin. He leaned down, catching my lips in a deep, slow kiss. His hand slid down my stomach, slipping under my pajamas. My breath hitched, heartbeat racing as his touch grew more intense.

"I love how you're always so ready for me," he whispered, his voice low, leaving me flushed. The excitement was dizzying, making me scream inside from excitement.

I stopped kissing him, focusing on my breath as he slid two fingers inside me, my back arching instinctively. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, shifting onto his knees with that smirk that always got my pulse going. With one smooth motion, he slipped off my pajama pants and underwear, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

He stepped off the bed, grabbed a condom from a small purple box on my desk, and returned, his gaze never leaving mine. Sliding off his bottoms, he rolled it on with a quick flick, then moved in close, one hand pressing into the mattress beside my face, the other settling firmly on my waist. I lifted my knees, inviting him in, and he entered me with a gentle but powerful thrust. A quiet moan escaped me as I tilted my head back, savoring the moment.

His movements matched our breath, each thrust sending sparks down my spine. His face was close, his breath warm against my skin, merging with my own. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles, tracing the shape of him as we moved together.

Our kisses grew messier, more urgent, punctuated by gasps and quiet moans. His grip tightened, each motion more intense, sweat beading on his forehead as he moved, both of us lost in the rhythm.

Then, he paused, catching his breath before gently turning me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, anticipation building as he spread my legs and entered again. One hand gripped the bed frame, the other braced beside me as his pace quickened, his low groans filling the room.

As he moved, his breaths grew faster, more ragged. With a final shudder, he collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling. I nestled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm draped around me as we let the moment settle.

"I love you, Y/N," he murmured, brushing a kiss on my forehead. Warmth filled me as I reached for the comforter, pulling it over us both, giving him a soft smile.

"I love you too, Suguru," I whispered, my voice steady. We curled up together, his arm secure around me, and slowly drifted off, wrapped in the quiet warmth of each other. ______________________________________________________________________

- to be continued please leave a comment or something so I know someone likes this. 

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