#jjk x femreader

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

Pouring affections on Nanami Kento

Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

One-shot. Fluff. Suggestive. Light. Boyfriend Nanami x Fem Reader

Nanami’s evening was supposed to be quiet.

He’s just gotten home, loosened his tie, and set down his briefcase. The apartment smells like jasmine tea—your doing, of course—and the lights are low and warm. Peaceful.

He sighs contentedly… right before you peek your head around the corner.

“Kento,” you say softly, with that look in your eyes.

Oh no.

He knows that look.

You walk over with small, quick steps and gently press your face into his chest, like you’ve been waiting all day just to be near him. No dramatic entrance, no shouting—just pure, quiet excitement pouring off you like sunshine.

“You’re home,” you mumble, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I am,” he murmurs, setting a hand at the back of your head.

You pull back just enough to beam at him, eyes wide and sparkling. “I have so much energy and I don’t know what to do with it, so I’m going to give it all to you, okay?”

Nanami sighs like a man who’s both blessed and mildly overwhelmed. “Is there a responsible way to do that?”

You nod earnestly. “I’ll be gentle.”

Before he can react, you gently take his hand and start peppering his knuckles with tiny kisses, one by one.

“That’s very responsible of you,” he says dryly, but his thumb is brushing circles against your palm now.

You tug him over to the couch like an affectionate duckling leading her favorite person. “Sit. I need cuddles from my favorite man.”

He doesn’t protest. You climb into his lap the second he’s down, folding yourself into him like a cozy little puzzle piece, limbs tucked in, cheek pressed to his chest.

“You smell nice,” you say, nuzzling in.

“So do you,” he says, low and honest. “Did you plan this ambush?”

You shrug. “Maybe. I waited until your guard was down. I was patient.”

“You were peeking at the window waiting for me, weren’t you?”

“…Yes.”

He chuckles, and you melt.

For the next half hour, you gently overflow—running your fingers through his hair, humming little made-up songs about how handsome he is, quietly giggling when he gives you a long-suffering sigh that ends in a kiss to your temple.

Your bursts of affection aren’t loud—they’re persistent, soft, impossible to resist. You loop his tie loosely around your wrist like a ribbon, you gently trace the lines of his hand, and when you look up at him with those eyes full of light and whispered love, he honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“You’re too much sometimes,” he says, voice low.

“But like… in a good way?”

He presses his lips to your forehead. “In the best way.”

You smile sleepily, finally beginning to settle.

“See?” you whisper. “I told you I’d spend all my energy on you.”

He wraps both arms around you and rests his chin on your head.

“And I’d let you do it again.”

You barely have time to register the shift in Nanami’s expression before he stands up with one smooth, deliberate motion—hoisting you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all.

You squeal, surprised, arms dangling down his back as he steadies you with one hand.

“Kento!” you laugh, voice muffled by his shirt. “What are you doing?!”

“Relocating,” he says, deadpan.

And then, with the same calm precision he applies to curse extermination and budgeting spreadsheets—he gives your ass a firm little smack.

You gasp, half scandalized, half delighted. Then you immediately burst into a soft giggle, the sound like a bell in spring.

“That was rude,” you murmur through your laughter.

“Well, I can’t help it,” Nanami replies dryly, walking toward the bathroom.

He opens the door with one hand, still carrying you over his shoulder, and says calmly, “If you really have this much energy to spare, you can help me shower.”

That makes you giggle again, this time in that sweet, bubbly way that turns his heart to mush, no matter how composed he tries to look.

You gently thump your hand against his back, not really resisting. “You’re lucky I like you this much, Kento.”

He sets you down gently in the bathroom, and you tip your head up to look at him, smiling so wide it makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes shine with mischief and adoration.

“Can I wash your hair?” you ask innocently, already reaching for the shampoo.

He gives you a long look, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“If you behave,” he murmurs, “maybe I’ll let you.”

You grin.

You definitely won’t behave.

You flash him a grin — all sparkle and mischief — then take one step back.

Just one.

Then another.

Your fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, and with a slow, playful tug, you peel it up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor behind you like a trail he’s meant to follow.

Nanami’s eyes track your every movement, sharp and focused, but there’s a softness there too — like he’s savoring each second, imprinting it on his memory.

You step back again, peeling off the next layer, watching the way his jaw clenches just slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement and something much deeper. Hungrier.

“Kento,” you tease, voice light, “you’re staring.”

“I am,” he admits without shame, already loosening the buttons of his shirt as he follows your retreat. “How could I not?”

You giggle, the kind of bubbly sound that makes his chest ache a little in that good, overwhelming way. You drop another piece of clothing, still walking backward toward the shower.

Nanami stops just long enough to let his shirt slide off his shoulders — slow, deliberate — then runs a hand through his hair, a rare smirk playing on his lips. “You’re playing with fire,” he murmurs.

You just blink at him, wide-eyed and teasingly innocent.

And then he says, voice lower now, smooth and laced with promise:

"You’d better be ready. Because I have just as much energy as you tonight. Maybe more.”

You squeal-giggle, already flushed, already breathless — and then you yelp in surprise when he closes the distance in one stride and lifts you clean off the floor, strong arms locking around your waist.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips, chest pressed to his as he kisses you — full and slow, but deep enough to make your toes curl. His hands are warm, firm, and possessive against your skin, and when he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, you see it there again — that look like you’re the only thing that matters.

He carries you straight into the shower, both of you still smiling, skin flushed, breath mingling in the steamy air as the water starts to pour around you, he began to pepper kisses in your neck, your skin. You reveled in his touches, giggles turned to moans, playful turned to heated touches.

And when he finally filled you deep, you let him hear how much he is affecting you, and he loved it.

And in that moment — wrapped around him, cradled in his arms, mewling against his lips — all you can think is:

I’m so lucky.

[ctrlkenma]

✧ bf things with sukuna

˚꒥꒷‧₊˚ f!reader, pre established relationship, roughhousing (implied), non-curse sukuna , he can get it.

© 𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑴𝑨, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. ✦

[slut4sugu]

⊹ ࣪ ˖౨ৎ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮 <𝟑

𐙚. get used to being manhandled 24/7; though not in the way that you think. gojo will toss you over his shoulder, throw you onto beds, pull you into his hugs like you're weightless — because to him, you are. meanwhile, suguru is more deliberate: one hand at the small of your back, guiding you through a crowd, pulling you into his lap like you were always meant to be there.

𐙚. having full fashion shows in your shared walk in closet; toru insists on rating your outfits like a chaotic fashion critic (“9/10, would die for you in that.”), while suguru just watches from the ottoman with a lazy smirk and says, “You know what you’re doing.”

Bonus: they both model for you if you ask.

𐙚. having your lip combo swiped off your lips as soon as you put it on; toru's the type to kiss you right as you finish applying gloss, smearing it just so he can say “Oops.” Suguru kisses the corner of your mouth, wipes it away with his thumb, and says, “You didn’t need it anyway.”

𐙚. Gojo sends you selfies from every mirror he passes; Public bathroom mirrors, elevator mirrors, cursed object glass cases — if he can see his reflection, he’s posing. Suguru? He just takes photos of you when you’re not looking. His gallery is 90% candids you didn’t know he took.

𐙚. they treat your body like art; satoru's will grab your hips and say, “you know I live here, right?” while suguru is kissing the stretch marks on your thighs like he’s reading scripture.

𐙚. suguru is obsessed with your skincare routine: watches you do it, asks about every product, even helps apply your oils and butters. “you smell like heaven,” he murmurs into your neck while he wraps his arms around your plush middle. gojo steals your body butter. daily.

𐙚. your bonnet collection is a household treasure; toru will wear one just to match you (its always the hello kitty one dont ask him why he likes it sm) suguru will help tie your scarf if your arms are tired. bedtime turns into a ritual — oils, silk, kisses, and being pulled between both of them as they mumble goodnights into your skin.

[penfz]

A Face to the Name

Sukuna x FemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: After a long a** break of settling in, getting Aika settled in, finding a babysitter, and overall just avoiding going into work physically… Y/N now has to physically go into work Lol

A/N: I’m currently making a Master List of this series. There, I will attempt to put it in an actual timeline. No promises though.

This story part does take place after The Beginning though.

Warning: mild swearing, mention of choking (in a non physical sense)

Sukuna x FemReader Master List

Welp. Y/N hated this. You were perfectly fine working from home. You enjoyed not having to actually pick an appropriate outfit for work. Cause if you could go to work in your track-pants, you most certainly would. You also enjoyed just casually sitting in on meetings through video call, making yourself a sandwich as you did. Now you guarantee during those meetings, you would be expected to at least say something, and you most definitely would not be allowed to make a sandwich during it.

With one more sigh, you left the house and drove to work. But not before grabbing your lunch bag, which Yuuji and Aika had left a sweet note about enjoying your first day at work. Such darlings.

On the other side of the street, Sukuna was already grumbling in annoyance. The sections manager was finally making an appearance at work, and he wasn’t sure what to make of them. Mostly cause they actually never said sh*t during the meeting. They muted their microphone and blocked their camera during meetings, stating that it gets extremely loud and distracting in her house.

Now Sukuna knew for sure it was a female because she often sent emails to him regarding certain deadlines and projects. And she always signed it off with her name and position. Now Sukuna should have probably done the same back, since it’s appropriate to sign off your name and position when writing emails within a company. But yeah… he never did that Lol So she always called him “Mr.Sukuna” since his email had his first name in it. That low key made him laugh, only cause he knew it probably annoyed her. She was a stickler for “proper” and “appropriate” when it came to work, Sukuna couldn’t help himself in wanting to annoy her just a little.

The house was already empty, with Yuuji leaving early to drop off Aika to school. The same Aika who had insisted on her and Yuuji leaving a sweet note in his lunch… addressed to “Suki”. Brats.

-

“I hate this.” You mumbled under your breath. And you weren’t lying. Physically being at work was weird. You were a section manager for a large project firm. You had moved cities with Aika after being promoted to a higher position, but it required you to move to a different city. No complaint on your part though, you were moving back to the city you called home, where family was. Being away from them was hard enough.

You were getting a tour of the office, being introduced to coworkers, putting faces to the names that you’ve read through your computer screen from time. In fact, you were looking for a certain person, a Mr. Sukuna. The guy, you assumed it’s a male anyways, just did little things to irk your soul. Why couldn’t he just send the documents to you if he was already done? Why wait till the deadline to do so? Why couldn’t he just answer you in a timely manner? Especially when the indicator says that the guy read your message. And why couldn’t he just sign off his name properly in emails?! So you wouldn’t have to use his first name, which you got from his work email address!

“Oh, this is Mr. Itadori.” Your colleague introduced. And instantly, your head shot up. Someone with the same last name as your child’s babysitter? Possibly a coincidence in last names.

It most certainly was not a coincidence. The man before you looked exactly like Yuuji, his pink fluffy hair a dead give away to that. But the tattoos, the large body structure, the intimidating look he gave you, this was probably Yuuji’s older brother. And he was right, he is scary looking. But scary good… cause for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Took everything in you not to laugh as youu remembered Yuuji’s words.

As if Sukuna thoughts differed from your own. He took one look at you, and he already had one word to describe you. Cute. Your body language gave off a timid vibe. Understandable, he is a pretty big guy. But this was his new manager? On screen you gave a very demanding and confident presence, but that’s probably because you were behind a screen. That was what he liked. As much as he could describe you as cute, you weren’t necessarily his type. He liked confident and bold women, not to much the shy type. There was something about a woman who could take the lead with no hesitation, that made Sukuna melt.

“Hi, Mr. Itadori. Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N.” You introduced with a deep bow. Sukuna could only smirk, definitely a timid one.

“Nice to meet you. Look forward to working with you.” Sukuna replied, he definitely was going to enjoy teasing you in the future.

-

Now this time, Sukuna was baffled. Trying to keep the impressed smile off his face. He was definitely wrong in his original thoughts of you just being “cute”, and he was definitely wrong on you not being his type. Cause you most definitely were.

There was a meeting today, with your boss wanting to formally introduce you to everyone, as well as a meeting about the current projects and its timelines. There was some overlaps in the projects, resulting in slight disorganization among workers, all of them trying to figure out which part should be done first. Which resulted in missed deadlines, all of which you felt could have been avoided.

When you were called upon to address the matter with your own thoughts, Sukuna couldn’t wait to see how your timid self would respond. But in your own head, you could only sigh as you feared you’ll be looked at as a tyrant in the workplace. Oh well.

“I disagree.” You spoke up when it was your turn to speak. All eyes were on you now, with your answer defying all previous agreements. “This will certainly lead to sloppy results. The deadline is soon approaching, let’s fix the timeline of things. Have the bigger details handled by senior staff, and smaller ones handled by the interns. They’ll have to learn eventually anyways how things work in an actual work setting.”

“Giving those kind of tasks to the interns is what could result in sloppy results.” Someone else argued.

“No. Those interns worked hard to be exactly where they are now.” You explained. “Give them the chance to prove themselves and to succeed. They’re in this position cause this where they went to be, so give them that chance.”

“That’s still risky.” Another fought.

“What’s risky is this that you actually think that your current plan is working, when it's clearly not.”

Welp, you just dropped a truth bomb there, and Sukuna couldn’t help but smirk. He almost barked out a laugh. Almost.

“I agree with Y/N.” Sukuna declared. “This debate is honestly a waste of time. We either continue with what we're doing, or we follow the princess' lead and listen to her."

"Sukuna." The boss had lightly reprimanded him with using such an inappropriate to describe you. He always feared Sukuna would catch an HR complaint with the way he spoke. But it's not like you complained.

Nope, you definitely didn't complain. Instead you slightly blushed at the sound of the nickname coming from such a deep voice such as Sukuna's. You had to remind yourself that you were at work and to relax.

-

Once the meeting had ended, in your favour actually, you had either been applauded for your decision to change things. Or you were looked down upon for it, especially cause you were technically new to the your current position. But you had not let any of the whispers around you, stop you. And Sukuna noticed that. Just like a predator eyeing it's prey, Sukuna was now eyeing you.

Extra:

"Hi Suku- nii, how was work?" Yuji asked, seeing his brother already in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"It was fine brat. Where are you coming from anyways?" Sukuna asked, no pleasantries what so ever. But that never bothered Yuji.

"Oh, Aika's house. I was helping her with her homework before her mom came home." Yuji explained. "Aika said she wants to come here for dinner tomorrow. Is that ok?"

"Yeah it's fine." Sukuna answered back, not really paying much attention to things as he did the task at hand. No, his thoughts were still on you. The way you dominated your colleagues, the way you spoke to those higher then you with no remorse in your comments. That kind of personality had Sukuna in a choke hold, and his thoughts were strictly on you.

"Suku-nii."

"What?"

"Did... something good happen today?"

"What the fcuk?" Sukuna questioned as he turned to face his younger brother. "What are you on brat?"

"Cause you're burning dinner." Yuji answered innocently. He didn't want to admit that his brother got absent minded whenever his thoughts were on a girl, or he had a good date.

"FCUKKK!"

[xxfromthestartxx]

Todo x fem!reader who has Inumaki's cursed technique pleasee

Beneath Your Silence (Todo Aoi x Reader)

pairings: Todo Aoi x Fem!reader

summary: Todo x reader where the reader is a descendant of the Inumaki clan

warnings: This doesn't follow the JJK plotline, Violence, Language

The sun was shining brightly, the light blue sky fill of clouds. It was not your ideal weather, you would rather be inside, doing nothing and listening to pitter patter of rain on the windows - but no, you were wearing your training gear, stretching your limbs while watching your schoolmates stretch too.

You were an exchange student, well, not exactly exchange because you were just moved to the Kyoto branch this year, your last year. It was inefficient, for both you and your colleagues- because you can't and don't want to talk to them.

Just like your cousin, you've obtained the snake and fangs seal. Though unlike him, you are able to talk freely because you are in control of your cursed technique. That is not where it ends, you are also a descendant of the L/n clan meaning, you have inherited your mother's cursed technique, the ability to use music as your weapon.

Being a combination of these clans makes you a special grade sorcerer, not that you have a choice. Still, you want to make your parents proud- you didn't want to be a disappointment. You are your family's pride and joy, the only child and a candidate of being a clan head.

You took a deep breath, coming back to reality. You finally had took a good look around you, noticing your now classmate, Todo Aoi, staring at you. "Hey, you." You narrowed your brows at him, not interested in talking.

You ignored his call and continued stretching, tilting your head to the side until you heard a satisfying crack. You watched as he approached you, a wild smirk on his face. He stopped in front of you, crossing his arms.

He saw your eyes wander on his form, though your eyes were dull- it was the same look you always gave people around you. "You like what you see?" He teased, flexing his biceps a bit.

You scoff at his words, taking another good look at him. He was only wearing jogging pants, his pecs and abs on view, it didn't help that he was built like a greek god. You scrunched your nose, looking at his eyes, which you need to look up because even if you have an average height, he was a giant.

You chose to not talk, rolling your eyes instead. "Hm, I take you can't talk?" He then placed his hand under his chin, thinking. You pointed at the sigil on your cheeks, then shrugged, not interested on making friends.

"That's okay, I can be your spokesperson. You're our new classmate anyway." You scrunched your nose, displeased by the idea. You shook your head and avoided his gaze, seeing another third year who seems to be talking to Mai.

You recognize her, her blonde ponytail giving it away who she is. You quietly walked over to the two girls to avoid Todo, a great excuse if you were really being honest. Mai was the first one to notice, gently nudging Momo who immediately turned to you.

"L/n." You heard Mai coo, smiling widely. "So, how's the experience so far?" She asked, her brows quickly furrowing when she noticed Todo coming up to them. "What do you want?" She scoffed, crossing her arms at him.

"Easy, she's my classmate, not yours." Todo replied, smirking when you met his eyes once again. "She's my classmate as well." Momo quirked her right eyebrow, glaring at the buff man in front of them.

You watched as the three of them bickered, quite amused that the girls were acting as your spokesperson, stopping Todo from whisking you away from them. At one point, Mai was already annoyed and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you closer to her.

"Come on, she doesn't want to be close with you. Don't you, L/n?" She asked, you just shrugged, staring at the man towering the three of you. The man just stared back, annoyed at Mai's intervention.

"Yeah, whatever. You're lucky today- I'll be leaving now, I still need to prepare for Takada-chan's meet and greet." Todo huffed, glaring at Mai and Momo, before turning to you.

"Welcome or whatever. Just know that if you crossed me, there will be consequences." You stared blankly at him before nodding. "Good." He huffed then tirned around, giving you quite the view. You caught yourself staring at his toned back, blushing slightly, you avoided your gaze.

...

That encounter was 2 weeks ago- it was strange to have a conversation with Todo- well, a one-sided one. He talks a lot, and half of the time, you don't follow or understand what he was talking about.

You sighed, adjusting your collar shirt which is another version of your uniform. This one specifically when you need to go on missions. You were waiting for Todo on the car, quite annoyed that you need to wait for the muscular man.

In your opinion, you could've handled the reported curse alone, but since you were a tranferee, your teacher, Ms. Utahime recommended to bring Todo with you. Not that she doesn't trust you- she said it will be a good bonding and learning experience for the both of you.

She say and you quote, "So the two of you could get to know eachother." You just knew that Todo pulled strings so he could come with you. Speaking of the devil, you could see his figure starting to form from afar.

He was running, plastic bags on hand. "Wait up!!" Under a minute, he was already in front of the door, opening it. "Sorry for the wait. Got you some food for the trip." He showed you the plastic bags, inside was a bunch of sweets, snacks, and drinks.

You quirked an eyebrow before taking them and putting it beside you, he smiled in return. "Hope I got something you like in there." He said, getting inside the car with a smile.

You watched as he locked the door, the car dipping slightly to his side. You rummaged to the plastic, trying to find something to eat. "Slow down, no one's gonna take 'em away from ya." He teased, taking out a drink from the other plastic.

You kept silent, a bit embarrassed at his words. You then returned to finding something to eat, this time a lot slower. "Everyone's here?" The driver asked, you gave him a nod while Todo answered for the both of you. "Yeah."

The car ride starts, it was quite peaceful, which is rare because with Todo by yourside, it was quite impossible. You finally got something out of the bag, which was your favorite snack. You took a glance at Todo, who was eating quietly with his eyes outside.

Maybe he's not in the mood to yap your ear off today, you thought. You shrugged and opened the bag full of snacks, catching Todo's interest. "Ya like that?" He asked, taking a sip of his energy drink.

You nodded and offered the bag, he's eyes widened in shock, not because of the sweets but the action. You were not one to share or to give someone food- but he disregarded it quickly, remembering it was him who bought the food.

He smiled, taking a piece and popping it on his mouth. "Mhm, ya got really good taste." He complimented, taking another piece. You smirked, popping a piece into your mouth. "Ya know, I'm getting tired of our one-sided conversations."

You quirked an eyebrow, staring at him. "I mean, ya sure, I like yapping but it feels like you have no choice but to listen to me. At least that's what they told me." He shrugged, grabbing a bag of chips and opening it easily.

You thought for a moment, processing what he said. Now that you think about it, there were times the others drag you away from the man beside you- but you find his presence quite endearing sometimes, well, when he's not yapping about Takada-chan.

You hesitated to answer- but it felt right to at least assure him that it was okay to talk. You reached for his forearm, taking a look at him directly. You rubbed your thumb over his forearm, hoping it was enough to tell him it was alright.

He chuckled a bit, taking your hand in his. "I guess one-sided conversations with you isn't that bad." He joked, placing your hand on his lap. You laughed dryly, nodding and taking another piece, popping inside your mouth.

...

The area you were supposed to be exorcising with Todo was an abandoned school- yes it was cliché but you have no say in the areas where cursed spirits houses.

It was a blur to you, you were not supposed to use any of your cursed technique, but it was a life or death situation. Your eyes shrunk, hesitating when an unregistered curse showed up behind Todo.

Your mouth went dry- eyes and hands panicking from what to do. "Explode!" Your eyes dialated, the enhanced command surprising you as well. Just in time, the curse burst into fits of blood- exploding from your command.

Your heart was racing, thumping hard agaisnt your ribcage- the blood of the curse staining your face and Todo's back. You gripped your cursed weapon tightly, knuckles turning white from the pressure you are putting in.

On the other hand- Todo couldn't believe his ears. The sound of someone's voice was enough to pull him out of a trance and to turn to look at you. "Huh." He stared at your shaken form- having mixed emotions about the situation.

You took him by his wrist and dragging him down- another curse emerging behind him. "Die!" You closed your eyes at the impact of your command. Just then, the curse behind him fell with a thud.

"Come on." You urged, dragging him away from the area- it was full of unregistered cursed spirits. He followed with no questions, but his minds were foggy from the sight of you being able to speak.

You halted, dropping his hands before pulling down the zipper of your shirt a bit. You pull out a harmonica and blew the highest note- immediately executing most cursed spirits. "So that's why you're a special grade." You turned to see Todo smirking at you.

"You don't need to worry about me," he started, inclining his neck to the side with a crack. "I can handle myself." He continued with a smirk, stretching his arms a bit. You let out a scoff, zipping up the zipper of your shirt and letting the harmonica disperse into thin air.

The moment was interupted when an octopus emerged underneath the floor- unfortunately covering your mouth. You muffled a scream, watching the floor colapse along with Todo. Your eyes widened, trying to reach for the zipper of your shirt when a sound of clap reached your ears.

In less than a second you were free from the slimy texture of tentacles- your eyes widened, processing what happened when you saw Todo fighting the octopus. "Freeze." You shouted, giving Todo the advantage to easily exorcise the cursed spirit.

You felt your throat itch, scratching it a bit before grabbing a shot glass like - throat syrup from your pocket. "Let's go." You heard him say, hjs voice stern. "There's still a lot of-" you were cut off when he grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Your throat is damaged from commanding curses to die twice, and you made a big ass octopus curse freeze- as in freeze. Now drink that cough syrup or whatever and let's go." You scoffed at him, swatting his hands away.

"'M fine." You scrunched your nose, opening the lid before downing the syrup. It burned your throat a bit, forcing you to let out a rough cough. "Know your limits." He huffed, glaring at you.

"Fuck." You rasped, massaging your throat a bit. "Let's get out of here. Most of the curses were exorcised anyway." He grabbed his jacket from somewhere, placing it on his shoulders.

...

After the mission, you were surprised he didn't said a word to the others. You were skeptical. He didn't brag about seeing you in action, neither the fact that he heard your voice. Since then, you tried to talk to him when no one's around, trying to befriend him.

It was like a secret, a secret that the two of you share. You started going to places where he often hangs around, and he returned the favor, often going to the pond near the dormitory to talk to you. No one really goes there except for you, so it was the perfect place to have Todo with.

It was a clear day, the sky was blue, the clouds are scattered, and the sun is shining. The sakura tree shielding you and Todo from it's burning shine. "Why don't ya speak?" He asked, picking on a leaf that had fell. It was a sudden question, and you don't know if you are ready to say your reasons. "Will you believe me if I said I just don't want to?" You retorted sassily, watching as the air blew the falling flowers away.

"I guess so, but what is the real reason?" He stopped fidgetting with the leaf and turned to you, staring straight in your eyes. His eyes were stern, but still soft at the same time- it makes you cave in but at the same time, it makes you nervous. "I..." you started, taking in a huge breath. "I don't want to get attached."

"Huh, never expected that reason." He averted his gaze, now understanding your actions and behavior towards the other sorcerers. "I guess I don't want my friends from Tokyo to think I forgot about them." You picked a leaf from the ground and started peeling it.

"I don't want them to think it's their fault I'm here." You lowered your head, "Well, are you attached? To us, I mean." He watched as you stopped your picking, hesistating for a moment before you continued. You didn't know what to say- are you attached? Have you let yourself be attached?

Once the leaf was nothing but a small chunk, you lifted your head and looked straight at Todo. "The others? Maybe. Maybe not." You answered, "But you..." you stopped, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I wouldn't call it a day without hearing your voice."

Todo raised an eyebrow, his eyes widening once he realized what it meant. "Are you saying what you think you are saying, N/n-chan?" He smirked teasingly, adjusting his position to face you completely. You could only huff at his teasing, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Think whatever you like to think of it." You scoffed, crossing your arms. Your face was getting hotter, embarrassed about how he reacted to your words. "Well then, Inumaki-chan." He started, his words serious.

"Can I court you?"

[damn-stark]

Chapter 6 Where you are

Chapter 6 of Sugar

A/N- I hope you guys are enjoying the series so far!!

Warning- Swearing, FLUFF!!, talks of blood and self inflicting wounds, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Half of 2x01- 2x03

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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The most dangerous thing about the good times is that you may grow too comfortable with them.

Ever since the incident with the mundane non-sorcerer capturing you, life wasn’t easy, you couldn’t be as naive. Yet when you began to date Suguru, he basked you in a beaming light, he’s helped you heal from that pain, that trauma. It’s true you’ll always have to live with those memories, but being with him has brought this good comfort to your life that was lost. You aren’t naive again, but you’ve never felt more alive.

So now that you are comfortable with life again all you want is this, you want to keep your friends, Suguru, and Satoru by your side. You want to continue living where you are now, in this happiness.

“Hey guys, I’m back—” You quickly cut yourself off after you open the gym door and walk into Suguru glaring at your brother, and your brother blabbing about something you can see is annoying Suguru.

“Quit making yourself feel better by sprouting bullshit.” Satoru raises his hand and pretends to act disgusted. “Blegh.”

What a pain in the ass. Why do they have to be like this?

Shoko spots you and quickly chooses to take her chance to run to you still by the door.

“Actually,” you announce loudly as you let the doors go and back up. “Forget I’m here.”

There’s one thing you’ve grown to really, truly hate since being here at school, and that is Suguru and Satoru arguing. They don’t get into physical fights, or stop talking to one another for periods of days—actually the day after you told Satoru you were dating Suguru, Suguru said he acted normal. So their arguments don’t escalate to nothing bad, but they are super fucking annoying!

Satoru and Suguru both have different ideals. Suguru always tries to have your brother see things his way. Suguru tries to humble your brother, but Satoru is hard headed so he doesn’t listen, he argues back and just makes things a petty mess. Which is why when they get like that you just stay out of it and or leave them alone until things cool off again.

And like now for example, and like many times before, Shoko leaves with you.

“How was today?” You ask her as you walk away from the gym.

Shoko shrugs nonchalantly. “Easy, but that’s why I got sent. It did feel nice going out with them though.”

You shoot her a small smile and interject. “You kill any curses?”

Shoko shakes her head. “Nah, Satoru and Suguru did most of the work. I was the support, and I was there for the experience.

You laugh softly. “I’d love to have you as my support,” you tease her. “I know I’d get my work done quicker.”

Shoko pushes your shoulder slightly. “Don’t tease me like that or I’ll gladly take you away from Geto.”

You both laugh and proceed to hook your arms around each others. Once you both calm down you cut in. “Are you free while Suguru finishes arguing with my brother? I want to practice my reverse cursed technique.”

Shoko looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together. “And you need me for what?” She asks. “To explain how it works?” She sighs and tilts her head away. “Because I really suck at that.”

You shake your head. “No, I know how it works, but I’m still learning though, so I need you to be my lookout, and to guide me,” you explain.

Shoko’s gaze drifts to you and she offers you a small smile. “Okay, I can do that.”

Like with Suguru, you take Shoko to your favorite spot up the hill and by the pond.

“So you know the basics, right?” Shoko inquires as she lets your hand go to sit on the bench whilst you sit on a large flat rock in front of the pond.

“Yes,” you agree. “Negative cursed energy times negative cursed energy equals positive cursed energy. It’s easy to grasp!”

Shoko folds her arms over her chests and shrugs. “You’d think, but only a selected few actually grasp the concept.”

You hum softly in agreement, and proceed to put your hand out and point your palm to the sky to quickly get into it before Suguru can find you.

“I learned it when I was a little girl,” you let Shoko know as you pick up a sharp enough looking stone from the ground around you. “I’ve just never actually developed it since I focused on bettering my cursed technique instead. But now that I’m here and actually have time. And now that you’re my friend and have such a special skill,” you flatter her. “I can finally focus on actually mastering RCT.”

You push the sharp stone towards your palm, but hesitate to actually cut it.

Albeit you know there’s no other way to actually practice without having to heal something. But, fuck! You are scared of the fucking pain.

You’re been through worse, but this is voluntary—But there’s no other way to get better. At least for you anyway.

Fuck! Fuck…okay here goes nothing.

You press the sharp end of the stone deep in your flesh and slice your palm, causing blood to quickly rush out and drop onto the rock you sit on.

It hurts like hell, but you try your best to drift your focus on healing your wound. After all, when it comes down to it, on a mission you’ll need to use RCT to heal your body, or worse, pull you from the nasty grasps of death. Which is why you inhale deeply and try to drift that positive cursed energy from your chest to your wounded palm. However, it’s as your chest rises that Shoko quickly leaves her spot on the bench and crouches down in front of you.

“No,” she cuts in and grabs your wrist, not caring if she could get stained by blood. “Unlike our cursed energy which flows from our stomach,” she says as she swiftly moves her hand over to touch your stomach. “RCT is directed from the brain,” she says and now moves her hand to point at your head.

RCT is something you barely grasped, but never dived too deep into. So what she says is really surprising and informative.

“Alright,” you mutter and let your breath go to now drive your focus to your head, to focus on the negative cursed energy you produce to positive.

And it’s funny, or great in a sense. You can actually feel your mind producing that positive cursed energy, it feels…tingly but soothing. As you focus on driving it to your bleeding wound you can actually feel that positive cursed energy flowing to your hand. It’s amazing.

Yet nothing beats how awe-striking it is to watch RCT stitch your flesh back together. If it weren’t for the blood staining your hand, it’d be like nothing ever happened. There’s not even a scar.

Then again, the cut was small and done without cursed energy hurting you. Scars can still form on severe cases.

“I need you to promise me something, Y/N Gojo,” Shoko interjects, causing your attention to snap to her standing up—“with RCT directed from your brain it means that if you face an opponent and they figure out you can heal yourself, they’ll go for your head so you can’t heal. So,” she says softly. “Always protect your head. You are more skilled in long range combat after all.”

You blink in surprise to her expression of affection. She’s not someone who actually acts cool and distant like Nanami, she shows her affection in her own ways, but it’s rare hearing her express it verbally and with such vulnerability.

“Well,” you sigh. “That’s true,” you agree. “But Satoru and Suguru are both helping me train in close combat, so down the line I’ll be comfortable using both.”

Shoko averts her gaze and hums softly as she nods. “Okay,” she says before sliding her eyes back to you. “Well that doesn’t change anything. Promise me you’ll protect your head…life around here would be pretty boring without you.”

You push yourself up and approach her with an assuring smile. “Well if that’s the case,” you say. “Then I promise I’ll always try to be careful, Ieiri. I swear.”

Said girls lips pull to a soft smile before she chuckles and nods. “Good,” she mumbles. “Now,” she sighs and sits on the bench again. “Heal a cut made by the stone I’ll imbue with my cursed energy because—”

“They’re harder to heal,” you finish for her as you step back and sit back down on your spot.

Shoko scoffs. “No—well sometimes, but actually, they’re slower to heal.”

You hum in comprehension and pick up a different stone to throw over to her waiting hand. And just like she mentioned, when you cut your palm with the stone imbued by cursed energy, you feel the RCT heal your wound slower than before. This time rather than it feeling soothing, when your hand begins to heal, it feels…irritating for the first few seconds until you don’t feel anything.

Is it going to feel like this all the time then? That’s annoying.

“See, now you’ve mastered it,” Shoko deadpans. “Easy. Just remember that it comes from your brain, not your stomach, so please don’t fry your brain either.”

You lean back on the rock by putting your arms back, and then counter her. “It might be easy, but I need to perfect it.”

Shoko shrugs sluggishly. “I guess.”

Now that you’ve got that over with, you wonder where Suguru is. It’s been a while now and you did agree to train together today.

Did they really get in a fight?

You to Sugar: Did you and my brother kill each other or? Where are you?

“Can you help me later?” Shoko interjects. “My lab rats only get me so far, I need to test out on a person.”

Your face twists in horror. She wants you to be her labrat?

The last time that happened you ended up with a broken nail and a twisted wrist. It hurt! Seeing your nail break hurt your soul.

“Well…” You roll out hesitantly and avert your gaze.

However, before you can answer your phone goes off as a message arrives. When you check you instantly smile.

Sugar: Here

Your smile fades and you feel confused now. Nevertheless just as you were typing your probing question, multiple footsteps can be heard approaching the area. When you look over to the path you catch sight of Suguru coming up the hill first. You shoot each other a smile before suddenly Satoru runs past him and runs over to you to push you down before he runs past you.

“Hey!” You shout before you get up and chase after him.

Satoru doesn’t run away fast, so you catch up to him quickly and push him back.

Satoru laughs and lets himself fall beside Shoko on the bench. You don’t get carried away and leave him be, instead you just glare at him whilst Suguru falls beside you.

“What were you guys fighting about earlier?” You express your curiosity since you walked in while it was already tense.

“Nothing,” Satoru answers bluntly, whilst Suguru proceeds to answer at the same time with an actual response.

“Difference in morals, Yaga cut us off before anything could develop though.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance. You should’ve known, it was almost always the same thing.

“Anyway, onto actually interesting news,” Shoko cuts in and pushes your knee with her shoe. “Y/N here mastered RCT.”

You shake your head and quickly rebuttal her. “Not mastered. I still need to get better, but yes I've understood the concept a lot better now. Which will help me better.” You tried not to but you can’t help it. You get excited to show it off, especially to your brother. “Watch!”

You proceed to pick up the stones you had been using, and while Shoko imbues one stone with her cursed energy you use the other normal stone to cut your palm again.

“That doesn’t seem sanitary whatsoever,” Satoru mutters as he watches you lean over to let Shoko cut your other palm with the imbued stone.

“It doesn’t matter,” you brush Satoru off and lift your hands to show off your palms to the three spectators. “Now watch!”

Suguru leans to the side to take a better look at your palms, while you focus on your brain and multiply the negative cursed energy to create positive cursed energy. Once again that weird sensation hits you, but that quickly gets drowned out by your excitement as your wounds begin to heal.

“You seeing it?!” You ask your brother with a grin.

Satoru nods softly. “Yeah I’m watching. Good job, sis,” he says genuinely.

You can’t contain your excitement and let it out by embracing Suguru’s arm.

“I’m glad you finally got around to finish learning that,” Suguru says as he tilts his head down to rest his chin on your head. He would’ve kissed your head, he likes doing that all the time, it’s his favorite thing to do when you aren’t kissing each others lips, but of course he doesn’t now because he says he doesn’t want to make Satoru uncomfortable by actually kissing you, even if it is just your head. So instead he likes to remedy that by small acts when you’re around your brother; like wrapping his arm around your shoulders, hooking his pinky with yours, sitting behind you and wrapping his legs around you, or like now, holding your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’ve pushed it off for far too long,” you say and hold onto him tighter.

“Now she’s better at something else than you,” Shoko directs at Satoru.

It’s not like you tried to do it for that reason, actually you learned RCT to try and impress your parents when you were young. Let’s just say they didn’t really care though.

“What’s the other thing may I ask?” Your brother asks as he you see him look at your friend with an unamused look.

Shoko smirks. “Looks,” she doesn’t hold back from saying.

You beam at her and hear Suguru laugh, whilst Suguru rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disagreement.

“Now let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” he says, making you groan. “Let’s instead focus on the reason why we stopped here.”

You raise a questioning brow and press him. “What do you mean?”

Satoru shoots you a smirk. “Suguru and I are going on a three-day mission starting today. We should be on our way, but,” he pauses and groans. “Suguru wanted to stop by to talk to y/n.”

Your eyes widen slightly before you let Suguru’s arm go to step back and look between him and your brother with curiosity. “Mission?” You probe. “Since when?”

Suguru passes Satoru an annoyed look before he meets your gaze and answers. “Since today, that’s why Yaga interrupted us. We’re being sent to protect Tengen’s Star Plasma vessel from two groups that are trying to stop her from joining Tengen and merging.”

Her?

“One is the Curse User Group Q,” Satoru continues for Suguru. “Which is looking to upend Jujutsu society with Tengens rampage.”

“Okay,” Shoko says in comprehension, whilst your mind dwindles between the information and the fact that it’s a girl they’re protecting.

You shouldn’t be jealous, it’s a job, and from what you’ve learned on Tengen, he needs a vessel to stop himself from evolving to some higher being. So the girl is going to die and what is it…become one with Tengen? Or become him? It? They? Well whatever, the girl is going to die—but you are still feeling inklings of jealousy.

“And the other group,” Satoru continues. “Is the Star Religious group, also known as the Time Vessel Association, which worships Tengen as a god or something.”

Why do they want to stop Tengen from assimilating then if he’s their god?

Yet before you can ask that something else spills out of your mouth. “How old is this girl?”

Shoko chuckles, and Satoru scoffs before Suguru answers, “middle school age.”

Oh, what a relief.

“So you’ll be away from school why? Isn’t it safer bringing her here?” You ask. “Have her spend the rest of her time here where it’s protected?”

Satoru shrugs. “You’d think, but we’re supposed to stay away until the last day. I’ll see if I can change that though,” he comments with obvious annoyance. “I’m not entertaining no brat.”

Suguru sighs in disagreement but doesn’t comment, instead he grabs your arm and begins to pull you to him. “Satoru why don’t you meet me down the hill? We need to go now, we’ve wasted enough time as it is. I just want to talk to y/n first.”

Your brother narrows his gaze and slouches with the intention not to move.

“Satoru,” you call out so he can listen.

Shoko gets the memo and when she gets up she grabs Satoru’s arm to drag him with her. Luckily he doesn’t make this harder than it needs to be and follows her.

“Two minutes,” Satoru warns Suguru nevertheless. “Or I will come and drag you out.”

You roll your eyes, but Suguru just nods without bothering to counter back with something sassy or filled with annoyance. You then proceed to watch your brother walk away until he’s no longer visible.

“Three days?” You question as Suguru turns to face you now.

Suguru nods softly. “Yeah, but we might end up coming back here after we pick her up. I don’t know, I'll let you know.”

You scoff and shoot him a smile as you lean over and press your hands on the sides of his neck. “No, don’t distract yourself, you don’t have to text me. Focus on the mission and keeping yourself safe. Please.”

A small smile tugs on his lips and he carefully begins to caress your hand that you have on his neck. “I will, but I do have your brother so I’ll be okay.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah I know. But still,” you say. “I don’t want to distract you. If you’re not here by tonight I’ll send you something. And if you miss me throughout the day, watch your homescreen or look through your camera roll full of pictures of me.” You laugh softly. “Or look at your messages…I might surprise you and send you a picture.”

Suguru grins and raises his hands to cup your cheeks and pull you in for a deep kiss. You cherish it and revel in it as if you won’t see each other again, as if you’re afraid to forget the taste of each other's lips. You proceed to tease him to keep him with you longer, but just as you swipe your tongue on his bottom lip he pulls back and presses a kiss on the top of your head instead.

“You know I can’t stay long,” he mutters against you. “Be wary of your phone, okay? You’re strong—”

You scoff in protest, but he pulls his head back to meet your gaze and reassure you. “You are, and we might need you, so just be wary. Regardless I’ll call you later.”

He didn’t listen to you whatsoever.

“Fine,” you say and don’t bother arguing. “Be careful…” you pause as you want to say those three meaningful words again, but you stop short before you can even utter them. You’re still too scared to do it.

You don’t want him to reject you, nor do you want to force him to repeat it if he doesn’t mean it yet.

“Look out for each other,” you add instead. “I do want to see you again, you know?”

Suguru laughs softly before pressing one last kiss on your lips. “I’ll be careful, Firefly.”

You groan in protest and push him back, causing him to snicker before he takes your hand and walks with you down the hill.

And just like he was told, Satoru is waiting for Suguru down the hill. Except he’s being annoying about it and tapping his foot on the floor while he has his arms crossed.

Since you’ve said your goodbyes with your boyfriend though you walk to your brother. “Be careful, Satoru, okay?”

“I don't need to be careful,” he responds all smugly, making you roll your eyes but continue to try and be sweet and caring.

“Just don’t die, look out for each other and…come back.”

Satoru tilts his head down to look at you with his eyes before he responds in the same smugness. “Don’t worry, sis.” He shoots you a half grin. “I’ll be fine.” He turns on his heels and grabs Suguru’s arm to pull him along, most likely because he thought Suguru would want to take one more minute with you.

You still follow them though, all the way to the exit. They both wave at you when they’re walking out, and you wave back with a small smile on your face. When they give you their backs as they keep retreating, you just stand there and watch their figures turn smaller until you can no longer see them.

You have nothing to worry about, you tell yourself so as to not worry about the two most important people in your life. Theye the strongest after all.

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*LATER*

“What about after graduation?” You ask your group of friends. “Do you guys have any specific plans or are you planning on staying here?”

It had been only a couple hours since Satoru and Suguru left, and you’ve kept yourself busy at home since then since you didn’t get sent out on a mission after the one you went to in the morning; you’ve trained with your cursed technique, mediatated, and read. Now you’re helping Shoko just like promised, except Haibara and Nanami are with you too.

Well Nanami ended up helping Shoko, you are…supporting her from across the small table, and talking to her and your friends with your legs on Nanami’s lap, and your body leaned against Haibara as you give yourself a nice manicure.

“Well I already have a cozy job offer here,” Shoko shares nonchalantly. “So unless I get offered something better, then I’m staying here.”

You hum in comprehension and tilt your head back to peek at Haibara as he answers your question next. “Well I actually would like to be a teacher, so if they gave me a job here I would totally stay.” He says with enthusiasm before looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “What about you?”

You roll your head down and watch as you file the nail on your left pointer finger. “I’m leaving after school. I’ll accept jobs, but I won’t stay here.” You sigh. “I have goals I want to accomplish that don't involve staying here. Maybe I’ll be like Miss Yuki Tsukumo.” You smile proudly. “She’s so cool! I want to be like her when I grow up.”

Nanami scoffs before retorting. “She’s a slack off, she doesn’t pick up missions so that leaves us to do more work. She’s an adult but acts like a rebellious teen. You have the potential to be a lot better.”

You shrug him off and defend a woman you’ve never met before but have only heard about. “Well I think she’s cool. And the higher ups dislike her so she’s even cooler in my book.”

You move onto your last nail and only remember that you’re helping Shoko when he asks her a question from her notes.

“How many pairs of chromosomes does a human being typically have?”

You’ve always wondered why it is that Shoko wants to actually study to be an actual doctor when she has her special RCT ability that does all the work. And she put it simply, she wants the title and it’ll help her understand medical situations better. If it were you, you wouldn't do all that, but now that she’s doing it, good for her. You support her, and are proud of her.

“23 pairs,” she answers nonchalantly.

Nanami nods in agreement and pulls out the next notecard.

“So what about a family?” Shoko asks a different question to drift away from her study. “Would you guys want a family of your own? I don’t know if I would, I’ll go with the flow. All I do know is that I’m going to become a doctor.”

You smile at her with pride whilst you also give her your hand so she can help you paint your nails.

“Well,” you sigh and answer what comes to mind. “I don’t know, I’ve never given it any thought. It’d be nice I think, but…” you pause for a second and look up at the ceiling. “I really don’t know.”

The world isn’t perfect, it never will be, but you know all the ugly that it contains. It’s why you’ve never actually let yourself actually think too deeply about that. It’s why you’re okay if you don’t have a family of your own, plus you’re happy with the family you already have; your brother, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara and Suguru. As long as you have them in your life you’ll always be satisfied.

“Now you, Haibara,” you direct back at your friend. “What are your thoughts?”

“Hm, well,” he hums quietly before he shares what he knows. “I think it would be nice when I meet the right person.”

You smile softly and nod. “That’s good.” You look at the blond guy across you and give him the option to answer since he was mostly quiet while you all talked. “And you Nanamin?”

“No,” he answers bluntly. “I don’t think so, at least not while I continue doing this.”

“Fair.”

“Now, next question,” he drifts the attention away. “What part of the body produces insulin?”

Shoko props her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hands as she thinks.

“Liver?” She answers hesitantly.

Nanami shakes his head and presses the notecard on the table so she can see the real answer; the pancreas.

“Oh,” she laughs it off. “I was going to answer with that. It’s a good thing I still have some time to go before I begin to study for my doctor's license.”

Nanami shakes his head in disapproval, and Haibara and you laugh. Shoko smirks before she lets your hand go so the paint can dry. You’re about to give her your other hand but then your phone rings, so you quickly slide your legs off Nanami’s lap and sit up. When you pick your phone you see that it’s Suguru calling you.

You told him not to, but you’re happy that he is, so you answer right away. “Hello!” You smile wider. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he relieves you of that worry. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. We just uh, fought some curse users here…”

That doesn’t sound fine.

Your smile falls and you press him with worry and annoyance that was he brushing off the real danger of it all just to assure you. “That doesn’t sound fine. Where are you guys?”

“We’re fine,” he repeats himself. “We are now, that's why I’m calling you.” He laughs softly, but you find no amusement or reassurance in that laugh.

“You also said you’d call if you were in danger—are you being held captive? Cough if you need help.”

“Is everything okay?” Haibara interjects as they all listen in.

“Y/N,” Suguru calls out firmly. “I’m okay, Satoru is okay. We are okay. I just…wanted to hear from you.”

Regardless of how annoyed you currently feel, your face burns and a smile twitches on your face. “Well in that case,” you play along. “I am glad you’re calling. I know it must be hard work, so thank you for taking time out of your day to call. But are you sure it’s okay? I’ve been holding back from texting you out of fear that I’ll distract you.”

Suguru shares a breathless laugh. “It’s fine, darling.”

He’s never called you that before. Your mother used to call you that, but she never actually meant it affectionately, and it was always while she was being manipulative about something.

But Suguru, his voice is soft when he says it, it’s not dry or emotionless. You like the way he says it.

“Well, okay then,” you whisper. “What do you want to hear? How proud I am of you? I’m not there but I know you’re doing a good job.” You smirk.

“Please,” Nanami cuts in. “Take that call somewhere else.”

You wave him off and once again swing your legs over to rest them on his lap.

“No,” Suguru mumbles. “You don’t need to do that, especially because I’m not done yet. Just tell me about your day, what are you doing now?”

“Now?” You repeat and look around at your group of friends. “I’m helping Shoko by being her laprat.”

Suguru scoffs. “Labrat? Again? Well please tell her to keep you whole, I do look forward to seeing you again.”

You grin and can’t help but giggle like a lovestruck dork.

“I will relay the message, but don’t worry I’m helping her study.”

“You are?” Nanami mutters.

You laugh. “I am!” You counter. “I'm her emotional and mental support. So is Haibara.”

“I like the sound of that,” said guy agrees.

You throw your hand out and give him a thumbs up before you focus back on Suguru.

“Are you coming back here?” You ask him full of hope.

Suguru sighs and stays quiet for a moment, making you begin to worry. Before you can ask he answers. “No, not yet. We’re actually on our way to Naha.”

“You’re going to Okinawa?” You cut in with disbelief, making your friends pay closer attention. “What for?”

There’s another second of silence before he answers. “Uh, the vessel, Riko Amanai, her caregiver got captured by the Time Vessel association, so we’re going to go rescue her.”

The mundane non-sorcerer cult took the caregiver?

Here you thought they’d be weak.

“So you lied?” You remark.

“No,” Suguru quickly rebuttals. “No, we’re fine, we’ll get her back with no trouble I’m sure of it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“How long do you think you’ll stay there then?” You ask quieter.

“We’re flying over tonight and getting the caregiver back in the morning, so just a day…that’s actually another reason why I’m calling you too.”

You sigh. “Here I thought you actually wanted to talk to me. Pft.”

“I did want to hear your voice, that's why I delayed on telling you this now,” he argues back. “Yaga is probably going to tell you soon, but we need you, Nanami and Haibara to fly in tomorrow morning. The guys will be guarding the airport and you’ll meet up with us.”

At least you’ll see him again, that’s the good thing. But he did avoid telling you about the trouble they’re facing though, so that’s irritating.

“We’ll be at an Island,” he continues to add. “So you’ll have an advantage with your cursed technique just in case something does happen while we’re here.”

You hum in agreement, and that’s when he notices that you aren’t excited as you should be.

“I didn’t hide the truth on purpose, you know?” He argues.

This time you listen to what Nanami complained about and sit up. “Just hold on,” you tell Suguru, and then get up and step out of the room to talk to him now that your conversation has drifted to something more private and serious.

“Okay, I’m back now, and I’ll just say,” you interject right away. “I could have handled it. You don’t need to protect me. One it’s not you or my brother in danger so it would be easier to understand. Two, if this is going to continue working we need to communicate. You can’t decide for me what you think is okay or not, I decide that. And I know I can be a little sensitive, but you can’t shield me from the ugly you know?”

A deep breath comes from the other end and silence follows. You can’t see his face but you wish you could so you can read his expression. You don’t regret what you just said, you don’t even feel bad, it’s your truth, and a truth he needs to know if you're going to continue dating. But you don’t like the silence. It makes you nervous.

It’s not until a few seconds later that Suguru interjects softly. “I understand, I’m sorry. I should have not avoided the subject from the beginning, you’re right you can handle it. I just did want to hear from you first, it’s been a…long day.”

You smile bashfully down at the floor beneath your feet. “I guess the news would’ve spoiled the mood,” you admit.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “But you are also right. I shouldn’t have shielded you from the truth. Not at a time like this.”

You nod. “Exactly.” You smile softly and just before either of you could say anything, the voice of your brother is heard in the background.

“Hey, you’re still talking to y/n?”

“Yes?” Suguru answers.

You narrow your gaze slightly in confusion, but you then understand why he bothered to ask.

“Okay, just pass her to me, I need to talk to her,” Satoru mutters quickly before you hear commotion and then his voice through the phone. “Sis before you leave, while you pack, go to my room and bring me some casual clothes. Something comfortable. Understand?”

You sigh and don’t even think of your answer. “All right. I understand.”

“Good! Thank you—oh and bring yourself something comfortable too! Beachwear. So bring me something for that too actually.”

You look down at the floor confused before you probe. “Why? What are you planning?”

You can practically hear your brother grin before he answers evasively. “Just do what I ask.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine,” you breathe out, but drop your annoyance quickly as you fill with worry again. “Are you okay, Satoru? Have you eaten? Slept?”

“Hey,” he blurts. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m strong, and I’m the oldest sibling here. Just worry about getting here, and…Suguru. I’m fine.”

Yeah you won’t do that but you don’t want to argue so you just mumble back. “I understand.”

Footsteps begin to echo nearby so you look off the ground and see Yaga approaching. Most likely with the news Suguru just shared with you.

“I have to go,” you let Satoru know. “But! You’re on your way to the airport right?”

“Uh-huh.”

You smile excitedly. “Okay, do me a huge favor, go to that shop we like to go to, the one next to—”

“Mochi?” He finishes saying for you. “I’m so ahead of you, sis. I got us some!”

You grin. “Yay. Okay, okay I really have to go now. Bye.”

“I’ll pass you back to Suguru.” Satoru says, and you hear rustling as he does just that.

Yet just before your boyfriend can actually give you a proper goodbye, Satoru hangs up for him. “Goodbye—“

He’s still hesitant about Suguru and you. It’s not as bad as before, but he still hasn’t fully come to terms with the fact.

Then again can you blame him? You’re his little sister, someone he’s protected and looked after all his life. And Suguru is his best friend. The only one you’ve ever seen him have, so you’re both important to him. He has every right to be protective over the both of you. However he does need to trust the both of you too.

“Gojo,” Yaga greets as he approaches the porch.

You put your phone away and offer him a tiny smile as you return his greeting. “Yaga.”

Said man sighs and points his chin to your phone. “Was that your brother?”

You nod. “It was, Suguru called me and Satoru butt in.”

Yaga hums before he continues. “Then I assume you know about what you’re going to do?” He says. “Geto said he’d call you to catch you up.”

You nod and turn around to open the door to the room you were just in. “Yeah, I know everything.”

“I normally wouldn't have chosen to send you or the others yet,” Yaga explains as he trails after you “But Geto and your brother asked for the three of you. So I’m going to trust you, all of you, to do your jobs and make it back.”

You look back and shoot him a prideful smirk. “Don’t worry,” you assure the man. “We can handle what may come our way. We’re strong together.”

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

Ever since coming to school, getting out of your school uniform is growing to be pretty uncommon, sure you find the smallest excuses to wear all the clothes you have and buy, but it’s hardly enough.

Coming to actual fun places for missions is rare. Sure nothing about hiding out from bounty hunters is fun, but every mission you’ve gone to has dark corners, sketchy streets, dark to dim lighting, it’s all truly ugly.

It’s why you don’t even think twice about going all out right now at the beach! You wear a bathing suit under your bright colored tight corset and black mini skirt. You wear cute and expensive shades, you can even carry a cute bag that matches the color of your platform sandals. Plus it helps you not stand out, you blend right in with the rest of the beachgoers!

Albeit you do wonder why you’re at the beach exactly. The guys said to meet them at the beach right as you got off the plane instead of letting you help like you were sent here to do. Howbeit! You’re not complaining, you love the beach, you love the sun kissing your skin, the sound of the crashing waves, the salty air, the calmness of the environment—

Actually! There is one thing you are complaining about, they’re late. They were supposed to meet up with you thirty minutes ago. So it’s a good thing you��re at the beach and not anywhere haunted, you would’ve flipped if it was the latter.

And now you would message them, but you’d rather not bother and leave them worrying instead.

And it’s a good thing you do because they leave you waiting for another fifteen minutes before Satoru and Suguru get off a cab with a young black haired girl, and an older woman dressed like a maid.

“Sorry—”

“I could’ve been dead already,” you cut Suguru off and cross your arms over your chest as you glare at the both of them.

Satoru skips over to close the gap between him and you. “You’re too annoying to kill,” he blurts teasingly. “Did you bring my things?”

You sigh and drop your arms to your side to pick up a totebag off the ground and hand it to your brother. “Don’t mess it up, I have stuff in there too.”

Satoru flashes you a grin. “Thanks, and…” he trails off and gives you a gift bag from the sweet shop with the good mochi.

You can’t stay upset anymore so you smile at him before he walks off to change out of his uniform.

“You land all right?” You hear Suguru ask as you’re focused on taking out the mochi your brother gave you.

“Yeah,” you answer with your attention wavered. “You okay?” You finally look up at him as you pull out the package, and smile when you see that he’s not hurt. “You look good, are you?”

Suguru’s smile deepens as he nods. “Yeah. The work was simple. The interrogation did take longer than expected though. Sorry about that.”

You open the box and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, I like being here,” you assure him. “Albeit why are we here? At the beach I mean? Won’t it be easier protecting…” you trail off and glance at the young girl past his shoulder, and catch her eyes already on you. “…the girl at school?”

Suguru sighs and nods. “It would, but Tengen ordered us to let her enjoy her time before the merge. So we’re here.”

You hum in comprehension and take a bite from your snack. “Well, I can’t say I'm complaining,” you say with your mouth full. “This is the best mission location I’ve been to so far.”

Suguru smiles softly before he checks that Satoru isn’t coming.

When the ghost is clear he leans over and presses a kiss on your cheek. “You look good by the way.”

You gulp and feel your heart flutter, and your smile turn bashful. “You should wait and see me in my bathing suit,” you manage to tease him.

Suguru swallows thickly. “I can’t wait,” he counters softly.

You laugh softly before you offer him your bitten mochi. “Want some? I can’t guarantee there will be some left when you come back from changing—You are changing out of your uniform right?”

Suguru laughs and nods. “Yes. I’ll do that now,” he says as he takes the bitten mochi from your hand and walks off, leaving you with the other two that you have yet to introduce yourself to.

“Forgive me,” you tell them after you wipe your mouth. “I got carried away,” you tell them as you step towards them. “I am Y/N Gojo.” You smile sweetly and bow your head. “First year at Jujutsu High.”

The young girl swallows thickly before she bows her head. “I’m…Riko Amanai,” she introduces herself. “Nice to meet you.” She then looks at your shades and continues. “I really like your clothes. You’re dressed really nice.”

Your smile grows to a grin and feel your heart skip a beat. That’s the best commitment you could ever recieve. It means you did well on picking your outfit. You love it.

“Thank you, Amanai. Really.” You then proceed to look at the woman beside her. “Hello, you must be her caregiver?”

The lady nods and offers you a tiny smile. “Yes, I’m Misato Kuroi.”

“Are you okay? I heard what happened,” you interject with concern.

Miss Kuroi nods quickly. “Yes, I’m fine. I didn’t get hurt, and Geto and Gojo saved me in time as well.”

You offer her a kind smile and nod. “That’s very good.”

“Thank you,” she cuts in and grabs Amanai’s shoulder. “You had to fly all the way here for us even if it isn’t your mission.”

You shake your head. “Well,” you sigh. “It kind of is now that I am involved, but don’t worry. We’re sorcerers, we have to look out for one another. We’re few as it is.” You smile and catch your brother coming out so you focus on him while the girls go and change now too.

“Do you have more?” He asks as rushes over to you with the tote bag in hand.

You nod and extend the box to him after you take another one. Once your brother reaches you he takes a mochi, and you take a bite of yours before you ask what’s been on your mind. “So what’s the plan for today?”

Satoru takes big bite and then holds the snack in between his teeth to dig in his back pocket, and pull out a folded paper he gives to you.

You take another bite and then finish it before you open the paper to read the schedule for today and tomorrow.

‘Day 2…13:00 meet with Gojo 2 at the beach and then swim…”

You groan and blink to look at your brother with annoyance. “Gojo 2?” You quote back at him.

Satoru snickers. “Yeah it’d be confusing otherwise.”

You roll your eyes and look back at the sheet.

‘15:00...Day 3, 11:00 Amanai’s Bounty Taken Down. Assimilate with Tengen after sunset!’

“Well,” you comment and fold the paper back. “That’s quite a day. It’s too bad we’re leaving here so soon. We should come back,” you suggest and give him back the schedule. “With all the others too. It'd be so fun.”

Satoru nods as he takes one more mochi from your box. “Yeah, that would be fun. Perhaps in the summer.”

You smile giddly and nod in agreement. Silence then follows and you take the time to study him for any visible wounds. He can’t do RCT yet, nor is Shoko here so if he got hurt it’d be visible since he has a lot of body exposed.

Yet it doesn’t look like he did. Good.

“When we go back home,” Satoru adds quieter and in a more serious tone. “You’ll go back to school to grab what you need, and then go on a mission with the other first years.”

You blink in surprise and pull your shades up before you shake your head. “No, but I should stay in school,” you argue. “The bounty won’t be down until tomorrow morning. What if something happens? We could help, I could.”

Satoru shakes his head and finally meets your eyes and narrows his gaze. “I said you’re going,” he deadpans. “Listen for once in your life.”

You part your lips to argue, but nothing comes out. You can’t form a word sentence to argue back with. There’s no point either, there’s no winning him, when he’s dead set on something and serious like he is now, there’s no changing his mind. There’s no point in having Suguru talk with him either, he probably already knows about the plan and agrees to it. Plus…you don’t want to argue now. The sun is bright, the sky is so beautifully blue, the waves look calm, and the air is soft.

Instead when you catch Suguru walking away from the changing station you shoot him a bright smile, and feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as you see that he’s not wearing anything under his blue short-sleeve button up. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but his body, his tight muscles hiding under his shirts never fail to amaze you.

Oh! And when he has his hair down and he doesn’t have a shirt on! Now that is truly the best sight to see.

If only you could kiss him. But Satoru is here. Tsk.

The best thing you can do is run over to meet him halfway with a soft awe-struck grin. “You look great,” you compliment him without shame, not notcing he keeps a hand hidden behind his back.

Suguru smiles. “You too.” He redirects.

“You surely took forever,” you point out. “I get the girls, but you?”

Suguru drops his gaze and smiles wider before he pulls his hand out from behind him and shows off a red hibiscus flower.

“Wow,” you mouth joyfully. “Cute,” you mumble.

Suguru lifts his hand to tuck the flower over your ear. “I saw a bush of them when I went to change so I thought I’d steal one for you,” he says.

You sigh softly and whisper your gratitude without letting go of each other's gaze, you’re all each other saw. It’s why you miss the way your brother is watching your interaction. He’d usually feel weird about seeing you and Suguru gushing over each other, but right now he saw your smile and he saw Suguru’s, he notices the way you two look at each other like nothing exists around you and all he can think about is how nice it is that you can make each other happy. Yet he still doesn’t understand how you two came to be, he doesn’t understand why either. No matter how many explanations you give him he won’t understand why Suguru and you love each other.

He probably will one day, or he probably won’t. Who knows, all he knows is this for now; his mission, and this moment in time.

It’s why when Amanai and Kuroi come out of the changing room he turns off his infinity for a moment to let you jump on his back. He then runs alongside Amanai, and with you on his back towards the water. He wants to throw you in the water for the fun of it, but he doesn’t want to make you mad so he lets your feet hit the ground.

However, it’s once you take off your clothes and remain in your bikini that Satoru grabs you and throws you in the water. You resurface with a sneer, and use your technique to manipulate the water surrounding you, and splash him, but he has his infinity on now so the water doesn’t hit him whatsoever.

“Ass,” you spat and pick up your flower off the water to tuck back over your ear.

“Hey! That’s so cool!” Amanai exclaims. “What’s your cursed technique?!”

You look to her and lose your annoyance before responding. “I have an Elemental Manipulation Cursed Technique. I can bend the elementals to my will, and fire is the only one I can manipulate and make.”

Amanai’s eyes widen slightly with awe. “That’s so cool!”

You shoot her a smirk. “Thanks,” you utter before you turn to walk over to Suguru sitting on a blanket in the distance with Kuroi.

However, before you do walk away, you stop and just peer back. Amanai is distracted picking up some shell from the sand, Suguru did say that Tengen wants her to at least enjoy what she has left of life, so you’ll show her just that, a good time.

Thus before she can look you use your technique and push the water in front of Amanai forward, creating an empty space. Amanai sees the water moving and looks up. When she notices the empty space her lips twitch to a smile, she then lifts her gaze further up and sees the water standing up around it and her smile widens.

She wants to look back at you since she knows you’re the one doing it, but the way you begin to make a path in front of her steals her attention. She is hesitant to follow the path, but you turn around to fall beside her.

“It’s okay,” you assure her. “Nothings going to happen.”

Amanai peers back at you and keeps her eyes on you for a moment as she debates between trusting you or not. But she then catches sight of a school of little orange fish swimming around the path you created and doesn’t hesitate to slowly follow them. You slowly trail after her and stop until the water walls tower over the both of you.

Unlike before, now you can see everything that lives inside the water, the different colored coral, the rocks; tall and small. You can see the little creatures burrowing themselves inside the sand. You see different fishes swimming in the distance, you see it all through the clear water. Albeit nothing is better than seeing Amanai smile with awe.

You don’t know the girl, she’s just a mission that your brother and Suguru need to accomplish for the sake of your world, but if you think deeply about it, this girl is going to lose her life to become one with this being that stays trapped in some void forever. And that makes you feel bad for her, it makes you sad that she’ll basically lose her life before she can even live it, before she can even decide if merging is what she actually wants.

It’s why while you’re here, you want to make it your mission to show her some ounce of happiness.

“Tell me Amanai,” you interject softly as you watch a cute silver fish swimming past you. “What’s your favorite animal?”

Amanai’s eyes snap to you and she parts her lips to answer, but she then closes her mouth and looks at the water again.

She remains quiet for a moment before she gives you her answer. “A whale shark.”

You hum in comprehension and draw in a deep breath of the salty air, you tap further into your cursed energy and let your mind overcome with the weight and strength of the water. You feel its gentleness, and its power running through your limbs as you control it.

You proceed to exhale and slowly begin to lift your hands as you raise the water that surrounds you. You proceed to gently slide your leg back like if you’re about to start a dance, and sway your arms to the side as you move the water over your heads. You then twist your wrists as you make the water circle around you.

Amanai spins around to watch as you move the water to completely surround you both, leaving you trapped in a bubble. “This is beautiful,” she whispers.

You smile softly, and then use the water past your walls to create a whale shark. Amanai runs to the edge to watch as you make the water create the big creature. Once it’s complete you don’t pull back from having it swim ever so gently like a real whale does. And it may not be real, but it looks like it; down to the white belly and up to the spots. It’s also very heavy to keep formed while lifting and pushing the water.

But you keep it up and let Amanai reach in the water to touch it. When she touches the water-made creature with her fingertips she laughs quietly, making you smile. After she pulls her hand out of the water you begin to let the water over you fall back to the sides. The water that you had blocking your back falls and you move it to the side to recreate the path back to shore.

Amanai watches the water-made whale shark for a few more minutes before you have it disappear. After that she follows you back to shore whilst she watches as you let the water fall back to place, like small waterfalls joining its body of water below. When you do reach shore and before you can walk away she interjects in a soft voice.

“Thank you for that….I really enjoyed it. It was very beautiful.”

You peer back and flash her a smile. “You welcome.” You hold her gaze for a second longer until it hits you.

How can this happen? Her life after merging will cease to exist, she hasn’t even lived it, she doesn’t even have a choice between doing it or not. Even if she wants to do it, she only says that because it was drilled in her; that desire and responsibility, but is it really her choice?

No.

But…It’s for the greater good of the Jujutsu world. Of your world, and everyone else’s. So she has to do it. She does…

This world is so fucked.

You continue to walk towards Suguru, and as you pass your brother he pats your shoulder. “That was cool,” he says.

You smirk and nod. “I know.”

Now when you’re closer to your boyfriend you run over and lay back on the space between his legs.

“We’re supposed to be discreet,” he reminds you.

You shrug him off. “It was cool.”

“I know, but we can’t be showing off,” he remarks.

You pull your shades down and close your eyes before you answer honestly. “She needs to enjoy what remains of her life. I was just showing her a good time.”

He sighs in defeat. He knows you’re right so let’s it be, instead he tilts his head down to look at you as you bask in the stillness of the moment, as you let the sun kiss your skin. He watches your chest move up and down, and the way you rest your hands on your chest. He finds himself smiling at you and the little things you do.

“May I ask?” Kuroi interjects, catching Suguru and you off guard. “Miss Gojo. How did you get that scar across your torso?”

You nervously swallow thickly, but keep your eyes closed. Instinctively you move one of your hands to trace the long scarred gash across your torso with your fingers.

It’s not hard anymore to recall that specific moment that took place so long ago in your life, but it still is hard to put into words. It’s why only one person besides Satoru knows what happened, and that’s Suguru.

“It happened when I was young,” you answer stiffly and clench your other fist over your chest. Suguru notices the way your breath changes to deep and hard breaths, he sees the way you stiffen, the way your lips are twitching to form a frown, so he does what he can right now and reaches down to cup your hand.

At the feeling of his soft and warm touch you open your eyes and tilt your head back. You catch his gaze and he offers you an assuring smile.

It doesn’t take away the bad that comes with the memory, but it helps ease you, it helps your breath, your racing heart, and brings light to the shadows that already threatened to take over at the mere thought of that day.

“It was a…mistake,” you share. “No amount of RCT has been able to heal it…” you trail off and simply leave it at that. Even if that’s not a clear answer, just a lead to more questions. Questions Kuroi luckily doesn’t ask.

“Hey,” Suguru interjects quieter. “Did you put on sunscreen?”

You look up at him and think for a moment before you remember you didn’t because Satoru threw you in the water. “No…could you help put some on?”

Suguru smiles as he pulls out your sunscreen from your bag. “Way ahead of you.”

You grin and sit up to let him put some on his fingers before he passes it to you, so you can put some on your fingertips and apply some on your arms while he gets your back.

“I have a question,” you finally remember to ask. “If the Star Religious group worships Tengen why do they want Amanai dead? Wouldn’t they want her to assimilate?”

Suguru sighs softly before he responds. “Well their object of worship is the pure form of Tengen. So allowing the Star Plasma vessel to assimilate is unforgivable because in their mind they think the vessel is impure.”

You scoff. “Ah,” you mumble. “I get it now.” You huff. “Non-sorcerers are so weird.”

“They just have different beliefs,” Suguru tries to correct you.

You huff, “yeah I suppose.” You proceed to grab more sunscreen to move onto your other arm. “Anway, I kind of feel bad. Haibara and Nanami are at the airport while I’m here at the beach, getting a tan.” You smile softly. “I’ll buy them souvenirs. As well as Shoko.”

“That’d be nice,” Suguru agrees as he slides his hands to your shoulders to rub in sunscreen.

Your breath shudders at the feeling, and your heart skips a beat, whislt your lips form to a mischievous smile. If only you were here alone, you’d totally be all over him. For now you’ll just have to imagine kissing him and taking off his shirt he didn’t bother to button.

“What?” Suguru interjects as if he knows you’re lost in thought about him.

You shrug. “Nothing,” you say in a sweet tone. “Just you.”

“What about me?”

You put more sunscreen on your hands and lean forward to begin rubbing some on your legs, causing him to slide his hands down to your lower back.

“You just look good in your beach outfit,” you let him know.

Suguru scoffs softly and stays quiet, letting you know you just made him all flustered. Which is easy to do.

“Anway,” you continue. “Have you guys eaten?”

“Not yet,” Suguru says, making you sigh with discontent.

“What about slept?” You ask. “Has Satoru slept? Have you?”

“I slept a bit on the plane, and at night,” he says. “But I don’t think Satoru has.”

You lift your eyes to watch your brother goof off with Amanai, and sigh. There’s no way to tell if he has eyebags with those dark shades on his face, but knowing him he hasn’t slept. And he won’t until his mission is over.

That’s why it would be better if you could help after you leave here, you could keep watch while he sleeps for at least a couple hours. But no, he’s protecting you and keeping you far away from the school.

You appreciate it, but he needs to understand you aren’t a little girl anymore. He doesn’t have to protect you all the time.

“Well,” you interject sternly and move onto your other leg. “We’ll go eat after this. You can’t be strong if you don’t eat.”

Suguru laughs softly, causing you to straighten up and look at him over your shoulder. “What?” You snap.

Suguru smiles at you and shakes his head. “Just you,” he mocks you playfully.

You roll your eyes and finish applying sunscreen on your leg to then rub some on the rest of your body that’s exposed to the sun. After that’s done Suguru pulls his phone out and takes a picture of the both of you; one with his chin on your shoulder and a smile on his face, and you happily grinning at the camera.

When that’s done you lay on your stomach, and just rest your eyes some more. There is a gnawing worry in the back of your head, but Suguru and your brother are here so you don’t let the worry consume you.

“I really can’t believe I got captured by the Star Religious Group,” Kuroi interjects, piquing your attention, but not enough to make you open your eyes. “And by a non-sorcerer at that. I’m ashamed of myself.”

“You couldn’t help it if they caught you off-guard,” Suguru quickly tries to assure the lady. “Part of the blames lies with me, too.”

“Was I really caught off guard?” Kuroi questions quietly. “I thought I was on high alert after the incident with Q. I still don’t have much recollection of being attacked…And you came here by plane?” She then asks. “Were you okay? You weren’t attacked?”

“Satoru has good eyes,” Suguru says. “Before we took off, he checked over all the passengers and staff, as well as the inside and outside of the plane. And while we were in the air, I had my cursed spirit keep watch outside. It was safer than using a land route.” He then proceeds to take a paper out he had in his pocket, and comments on it.

“I’m more curious as to why they designated Okinawa for the exchange,” Suguru shares his curiosity.

You thought of that too, but haven’t come up with any convincing explanation.

“Probably to buy time, right?” Kuroi shares. “Even if they fail to kill Riko, they could keep her from making tomorrow's full moon deadline.”

“If that were the goal,” you interject with your thought. “They would have chosen a rural area with poor transit infrastructure. Instead we’re here, on an island that’s often busy.”

“You two don’t think they’re planning to take over the airport, do you?” Kuroi worries.

“Maybe so,” Suguru doesn’t lie. “But we’ll be fine,” he assures her and puts the paper down. “We’re not the only ones who came here.”

Yes, you and your other two first year companions came too! Haibara and you were excited, but Nanami, well he’s reluctant. And he has every right to be, they usually don’t assign you first years to missions like these—but it’s just like you told him, there’s no need to worry with Suguru and Satoru here with you too.

“Should we really be sightseeing like this?” Kuroi adds.

“Satoru’s the one who suggested it,” Suguru says. “He’s probably showing consideration for Riko, in his own way. Though it is getting close…” he trials off and you then hear him stand up. “Satoru! It’s time.”

Tsk.

“Oh, it's that time already?” You hear Satoru query.

You sigh with discontent and push yourself to your knees before you stand up too.

“Suguru, let’s head back tomorrow morning instead,” Satoru suggests, making you spin around to face all of them with a hidden smile.

You can’t get excited yet, not until Suguru agrees. So while he walks to your brother you follow him. However when they do reach each other you stand a bit behind to listen in.

“But,” Suguru tries to argue, but Satoru cuts in with an argument.

“The weathers holding steady, yeah? Besides, there are fewer curse users in Okinawa than there are in Tokyo.”

That’s true, but does it really matter at the end of the day? They can still come here too, it would be safer back home. Even if you do enjoy being here.

“Let’s keep it a little more serious, Satoru,” Suguru rebuttals.

“It’s better if the time limit on the bounty runs out while we’re mid-flight right?” Satoru asks, making Suguru walk closer to your brother to talk quieter so the others won’t worry, or just listen in. Luckily you can still hear from where you stand.

“Satoru,” Suguru says. “You haven't released your technique since yesterday, have you? You haven’t slept either. And you don’t plan to sleep tonight, do you?”

You look at your brother with worry and step closer.

“Are you sure we don’t need to go back to Jujutsu High?” Suguru presses.

Satoru raises his head and meets your gaze behind his shades. You can feel his stare on you for a moment before he raises his fist and gently taps Suguru’s chest.

“It’s not a problem,” Satoru assures him as he begins to walk away. “Playing through 99 years of MomoTetsu was far more draining. Besides…you’re here too.”

You smile softly at his compliment to Suguru, and let him throw his arm around you as he reaches you.

“Why don’t we get some snacks, yeah?” Satoru suggests as he turns you around to walk with you.

“We could eat,” you correct him sternly. “Proper food.”

Satoru huffs out. “I ate food on the plane, and then when we were going to the exchange location.”

You scoff and counter. “Yeah, that was hours ago. You need to eat.”

“You’re beginning to sound like Belinda.” He teases you and lets you go as you reach where your blanket is splayed on the ground.

“Yeah and I have every right to,” you argue to the stubborn man. “There’s still a day left, Satoru.”

Satoru stops walking and keeps his back turned to you. “I’ll be alright, sis. Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

You watch him with worry, you want to keep arguing for his own sake, but just as you open your mouth, you choose to trust him and let it go.

“Could you text one of the guys though? Let them know of the change in plans,” he says as he continues to walk off towards a man in the distance hauling a white cart.

You sigh in defeat and nod. He doesn’t see it, but you do before you take your phone from your bag and text Haibara. You would text Nanami, but he didn’t want to come as it is, so his reaction scares you.

You: Plans changed. We’re extending our stay to another day.

Suguru reaches you and puts his hand on your lower back and slides it up slowly to hook his arm over your shoulders.

“Worried?” You ask him.

“About Satoru? No, but, if we’re staying here we can’t let our guard down.”

You hum softly. “Well at night, we can patrol wherever we stay at,” you suggest. “If someone were to attack it’d be then, when our guard is supposed to be down more.”

“Yeah,” Suguru agrees and nods. “That’s true. We can patrol while Satoru stays with Amanai.”

Your lips tug to a teasing smile, yet before you can answer you can text message from Haibara.

Haibara: Understood! Thanks for letting us know. Is everything all right?

You: Yes, Satoru just changed his mind so don’t worry. Is everything okay over there?

You close your phone and finally tease Suguru. “I think you just want to get me alone, Sugar.” You snicker.

Suguru laughs. “It was your plan.”

You smirk and turn your head to look at him. “Yeah, it was so I wont deny my intentions. But,” you feign a pout. “We are meant to be on patrol, so.”

“I know that. Why? What did you have in mind?” He teases you back.

You shrug innocently and leave him wondering as you open your phone to read your new message.

Haibara: Clear waters over here, haha…

You snort at the message

Haibara: Nanami is just annoyed.

You: Love that haha, tell him not to lose his head, we’ll leave early in the morning and then head to a mission after!

“I have ice cream!” Satoru cuts in loudly and excitedly.

You turn back and see his grin as he runs over. You beam and leave your spot to meet him halfway along with Amanai, who’s just as happy.

“Sis, here’s your strawberry,” he says and hands you a cone with strawberry ice cream. “Amanai, you and Kuroi have vanilla. Suguru, you’ll get chocolate, and I’ll keep the last vanilla.”

“Thank you,” Amanai says before she takes her cones and walks back to her caretaker.

“So,” you blurt excitedly and step back to face both guys. “I was thinking—”

“Were you?” Satoru cuts you off with a playful smirk. “You don’t look like much of a thinker.”

Your face falls and a glower replaces the joy.

“Satoru,” Suguru warns him quietly.

Without asking you hand Suguru your phone and ice cream cone. Satoru does the same and begins to step back as he begins to snicker.

“Take it back,” you sneer at him and step forward. You then swing at him but he slides back, triggering you and causing you to lunge at him.

Satoru swerves you though, and begins to run away, making you run after him back towards the water, not catching Amanai’s concern.

“Are they okay?”

Suguru sighs and begins to slowly follow after the both of you. “Yes, it’s normal for them.”

When you make it into the water you manage to push your brother back, making him chuckle as he tries to capture your wrists.

You step back and since he seems to have his infinity off for this moment, you use your technique to grow a tall wave behind him. You then pretend to try and punch him so he gets distracted. And when he swerves you, you hurl the wave at his back, causing him to fall in the water face down.

You laugh at him evilly, and hear Amanai laugh along too from shore. Albeit just then unexpectedly hands wrap around your ankles and you get yanked down in the water, making you yelp out.

Satoru resurfaces and redirects his laugh back at you when you go quiet and look at him annoyed. However, that look only lasts for a few seconds because you can’t hold back and begin to laugh too.

The rest of the day is spent just like that moment, lighthearted and fun. Even if there was this shadow casted over everyone that didn’t bring anyone down, especially not Riko.

You went Kayaking to a river nearby, per your suggestion, since it is something you’d do with Satoru and your own caretaker when you were children. And Riko loved it, she especially loved watching the flying fish that you made out of water using your technique, and made to follow your boats. After that Kurio suggested an arcade and Amanai and you beat Satoru and Suguru multiple times. You followed by going on a walk where Amanai enjoyed the soft salty air, the colorful flower gardens, and that sense of freedom without having to worry about her responsibility.

You’ve known her for such a small amount of time but you were happy for her, you were happy to see her smile and not worry at that moment.

Now it might not be your day, you were here with everyone for a mission after all, but you can’t hide what you feel. You can’t push back your joy that you found in that moment too; with your brother, with your boyfriend, with the strangers that quickly became friends. Where you are.

“So,” you interject as you push your plate away and pull out the schedule. “We have room for something else before it’s someone’s bedtime…” you trail off and look at Riko across the table to point your eyes at her. She notices your implication and her jaw drops.

“I don’t have a bedtime,” she retorts, making Satoru and you snicker.

“Anyway,” you brush her off and let the paper go to rub the back of your neck as you feel this odd sensation you can’t put into words. All you know is that you feel it and it doesn’t last. It goes away just as fast as it came.

Thus you don’t pay mind to the feeling, instead you proceed to lean towards Suguru and lazily lay your head on his shoulder. “You should pick where you want to go next.” You lift your hand and gently begin to caress the back of Suguru’s neck.

“Well,” Riko mumbles before she averts her gaze and thinks hard.

After all your day activities, finally you were able to come and sit down to eat. It was such a relief after all the walking and sightseeing you did. Plus, seeing Satoru eat makes you feel reassured too, he’s been working hard and keeping up his cursed technique which takes a lot more from him than Suguru’s does.

“Can we go to the Aquarium?” Riko finally suggests, making your smile falter.

Yes Aquariums are impressive things, but Aquariums are something you hate. Its just, seeing all those innocent creatures stuck inside four walls for the rest of their lives is inhumane. Sure, when you pass by a small tank with fish you stop to admire them, but Aquariums? You hate them.

Yet you don’t say anything outloud or protest, you simply smile and nod to assure her. “Of course. That sounds like fun.” You pull your head off Suguru’s shoulder, and feel it again, that weird feeling on the back of your neck. This time though you don’t shrug it off, you feel the need to peer back, and that’s when you see a middle aged man at the other side of the patio sitting alone and with a newspaper in hand.

You manage to catch his green eyes already on you, but as soon as you do look at him he looks down at his newspaper.

Weird. Could he be after Riko?

Doubtful, he would’ve done something by now. He’s sitting calmly, and he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at you. Plus as you focus on him you can tell that his cursed energy is low, he’s probably a mere non-sorcerer, so he shouldn’t be a problem, he’s probably just a curious man.

However, you get a…icky feeling in your gut at the mere sight of him. And it is the non-sorcerer cult that are after Riko, so maybe you should tell Satoru, have him use his six eyes to examine him from where you are.

Thus you look ahead again and lean over towards your brother, but when you do, from the corner of your eyes you catch that same mystery man getting off his chair and walking away. You try to watch him leave the restaurant, but a server walking out of the kitchen gets in your way.

Hm, perhaps it’s just your paranoia. You’re just finding enemies in strangers out of worry. So you let it go and instead watch the server walk to your table with a plate of larb. When he reaches your table he directs his smile at Satoru.

“Larb, on the house,” he shares and sets the plate down before he walks away with no other kind of information.

“Free food, how come?” Riko asks with disbelief.

You peer back and catch the young lady that had been your actual server, giggling with the cashier, letting you know what this was about.

“I think,” you interject teasingly as you look ahead and reach for the plate. “Those girls back there Larb you, Satoru.” You snicker and watch him with a grin.

Kurio giggles at your joke, but she's the only one. Riko looks at you annoyed, and Satoru looks back at the girls first before he looks at you with a disapproving frown that only makes you burst out laughing.

You feel Suguru’s stare so you face him and laugh harder. You’d explain the joke, but it wouldn't be funny that way so you leave it be and pick up your silverware to take in a small amount.

“You’re a dork,” Suguru tells you.

You shoot him a sweet smile as you chew your food. He shakes his head and playfully turns your head away with his hand. You snicker and when you swallow you grab more food and push the silverware towards him. “Want some?” You ask. “It’s very good.”

Suguru doesn’t say anything, he just leans forward and takes a bite. You giggle with glee and miss Satoru’s disgust upon seeing your interaction.

“What’s wrong with your face?” You hear Riko ask, making you look over with curiosity and put the silverware down.

“Nothing,” Satoru deadpans. “I’m. Fine.”

You look at your brother and notice his glare behind his shades, letting you know exactly what was wrong with him. He’s annoyed by your affection with Suguru. Like always.

You don’t let that bother you though. Instead, you scoop up more food and make sure he’s watching as you feed Suguru more.

Before you could even think of grabbing more Satoru takes the plate from in front of you and begins to eat it himself, making Suguru and you laugh softly to yourselves.

Sure Suguru and you have your boundaries when you’re with your brother, but there’s times where it’s fun to mess with him, he’s so quick to annoy.

“Are you okay?” You tease Satoru as you slowly pull your phone out.

Satoru slowly turns his head and looks at you with a feigned nonchalant expression you see right through—“fine,” he deadpans.

You open your phone and quickly snap a picture of him and you with his face all scrunched in annoyance.

“Erase that!” He exclaims and tries to take your phone, but you lean away and quickly press send.

“Ah yeah no,” you laugh. “I'm saving it, plus I already sent it to Shoko.” You shut your phone and beam at him.

Satoru glares at you and grumbles back, “you annoy me.”

You laugh at him and happily leave it at that.

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*LATER*

Since you don’t like aquariums, there’s nothing you can say about your trip there. Riko enjoyed it and that’s all that matters about that.

What happened outside of that though is not something you can comment on a lot either. Since the day had been filled with so much to do, after dinner everyone was calmer and more worn out. Conversations once filled with laughter grew quieter and shorter. That’s especially the case after you left the aquarium.

Everyone was tired, ready to have the day end, but only Riko and Kurio could rest in the hotel room you rented. Satoru, Suguru and you fought your sleep and exhaustion to keep working. You were more fortunate to have joined in late so your exhaustion wasn’t as heavy’s as your brothers or Suguru’s.

Which is why you argued with Satoru especially.

“Look, I can stay here and watch over her, you should rest at least for a few hours. She needs you to be strong.”

Satoru sighs and carefully tucks his hands in his pockets. “I'm feeling fine,” he dares to rebuttal with his eyebags under his eyes. “Go out, patrol with Suguru. I will stay here. You have any trouble or find anything suspious call me.”

You step towards him and narrow your gaze on him so he can know you’re not playing around. “Satoru, listen to me. You haven’t slept, just sleep for three hours at most. Please,” you beg softly.

Rather than taking your advice, your brother offers you a charming smile. It’s one you know well and see often when he’s trying to assure you. “What have I told you?” He says. “I’m the older brother, you don’t need to worry about me. I worry about you.”

“Then keep me here,” you snap back, hoping he’ll listen so you can help him here. Maybe force him to sleep.

However, Satoru grabs your shoulder and turns you towards the hall door. “I trust you,” he says and takes Suguru’s shoulder too when he reaches him by the door. “And I trust Suguru to keep you safe,” he adds and lets Suguru go to open the room door and push you both out. “Now go, do your jobs. I’m sure you’re both dying to have some alone time.”

You part your lips to argue but your brother just shuts the door on you instead.

“Fucker,” you grumble and just shift around to just give up and walk down the hall to go to the stairs. “I swear I’m just going to…” you trial off and sigh in defeat. “He never listens to me.”

“Yeah,” Suguru agrees softly. “He’s stubborn, but you don’t need to worry about him. He’ll be fine.”

You rub your eyes and groan.

“He’ll be fine,” Suguru insists. “He’s strong.”

You nod and drop your hand to your side. “Yeah,” you sigh. “He’s strong, I know. He’s powerful, I know that too. But that doesn’t mean I should stop worrying about him. Strip that all away and he’s still my brother...” You trial off and exhale deeply. “I just…I know he doesn’t need me looking out for him, but…” you pause and sniffle as tears form in your eyes. “…if something happens to him I don’t know what I would do.”

If he were to be gone from your life you know from the depths of your heart that it would be like everything good of this world would cease to exist at that exact moment. That’s why you worry.

“Nothing is going to happen to him, I won’t let it,” Suguru says in a soft tone he uses when it's just the two of you. When you’re wrapped in his arms after a long day for the both of you. It’s the most assuring thing in the world. Nothing else beats it, nothing else has the power to actually calm you down the way he does.

Whereas Satoru is the good of this world, Suguru is the world itself, without either of them there’d be nothing. An empty, meaningless and cold void.

“I’m sorry,” you cut in unexpectedly. “I must sound childish.”

Suguru stops walking just as you reach the top of the stairs, making you stop and face him with slight confusion.

“No,” he says. “It’s not childish at all. You’re just a sister worried about her brother. It’s normal, no matter how old you are.” He offers you a kind smile that eases your worried heart. “I even admire it. So no, it’s not childish.”

You sigh with relief and let him cup your cheeks to lean in and steal a gentle kiss from your lips. You deepen the sweet gesture, but don’t rush it, you’re slow and gentle. You let yourself taste the minty taste of his mouth, you drown in the smell of his soft smelling cologne that clung onto him.

You take in this moment, like all the other times you’ve kissed as if afraid one of them would be your last. You linger in the moment without pulling back to breathe. But you don’t last in it or develop it any further because you know where that would lead to, so you pull back and just stay close to the point his breaths unfurl over the tip of your nose.

“I've been waiting to do that all day,” he whispers against your lips.

You flash him a soft grin and press one last kiss on his lips before you meet his gaze with pity. “I hate to do this,” you whisper. “I really do, but we should get back to work.”

Suguru laughs softly. “What? Are you sure that’s my girlfriend there?”

You playfully roll your eyes and turn swiftly to walk down the flight of stairs. “Oh, I want to, I really do,” you say over your shouder. “But you’ve been on my mind all day, so I have to stop myself before it leads to something else.”

Suguru snickers as he tows after you down the stairs. Once you reach the first floor you walk out of the closest door to get outside and begin your patrol.

“Anyway,” you change the subject. “I actually do want to give you something.”

Suguru falls beside you and presses curiously. “Do you?”

You smile wider and then dig in your sweater pocket to take out a wooden beaded bracelet that all connects with a single red thread.

“This is for you,” you tell him and stop walking when you’re past the hotel building and under the glimmering stars that are somewhat visible here. You proceed to grab his hand and bring it towards you.

“You gave me my red string bracelet,” you say and show it off as it sits on your wrist. “So now I will give you your own.”

Suguru’s lips pull to a sweet smile, and he stays quiet as he watches you instead of watching you put the bracelet on his wrist.

It’s only once you've secured the bracelet on his wrist that you notice his dark eyes on you; soft and glimmering with awe. You don’t ask him what’s wrong, you know that look, you see it all the time when he’s with you. Sometimes you wonder why he even looks at you like that, you wonder what you did to deserve being looked at the way he looks at you.

Yet even through your wonder you know you never want that look to disappear from his pretty face. You want to feel safe, loved and appreciated all the time. You never want another pair of eyes to look at you the same way he does. You just want him until there’s nothing making your heart beat, until you’re breathing your last breath.

And he should know that. He should know what you feel, he should know you ache for him in the best way possible. He should know that your heart always skips a beat when you see him, that when he looks at you the way he’s doing now all you feel is joy, hope and desire. He should know now as you stand under the starry sky, as you smell the salty air of the ocean, as you hear the distant waves crashing on the shore, as you feel each other's warmth since you stand so close. You may be on an important life threatening mission, but you need him to know.

It’s just three words.

“Suguru…”

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A/N- Yall not ready for what’s to come 🥹

[naoyaslut]

pairings: naoya x fem reader

warnings: a little fluff, soft naoya, some scheming from toji

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On your 18th birthday, Naoya traveled three days and three nights with an entourage to greet you. On this day, the day you became a woman, you were promised to him, and he was eager as ever to bring you home, to marry you, and have you as his wife. 

His mother had told him of how beautiful you had grown and made a point to drill into his thick skull that he was your knight in shining armor. He was destined to wed you and protect the family that the two of you would have. 

This marriage will end all the suffering and nonsense between the Zenin and L/N families, you must cherish her and protect her for the sake of us all Naoya... do you understand?  

His mother had been putting all of this in his head since your first meeting when you were nothing but a child. Naoya wondered if your family had done the same. 

He declined the company of his father Naobito, because he was more than capable of escorting you back on his own. Without his drunken conduct. 

The gates to the L/N estate opened slowly in response to the Zenin’s clan arrival, greeted by the head of the clan himself.  

“Naoya-sama, it’s good to see you once again, please follow me, we have much to discuss,”  

Naoya reciprocated a slight nod as he was led onto the property, his entourage following behind him closely.  

Once inside, Naoya was escorted into an oversized room, his peers left outside the door so that he and the chief could speak in private. 

Something about the whole experience didn’t sit right with Naoya. He did not need to speak to this man, he was only here to claim his wife and take her back to the Zenin estate where she belonged. 

“These courtesies are very unnecessary, as I do not intend to stay long,” Naoya watched as the head of the clan, Y/N’s father Hiroshi, sat at a large wooden table, pouring himself a glass of wine.  

He seemingly ignored what Naoya had said altogether, his eyes rolling over his stiff appearance instead. 

“You look different than the last time I saw you,” Hiroshi mumbled, bringing his glass to his lips to draw some of the wine in his mouth. “The blonde hair suits you,” 

“I’m here to retrieve my wife,” Naoya insisted, taking a step forward so that he stood beside the table. He didn’t sit, instead those icy grey eyes of his nearly burned into Hiroshi’s being. “The small talk isn’t needed, Hiroshi,” 

Hiroshi sat his glass down on the table and leaned against the backrest of his chair. He stroked his greying beard in thought before turning back to Naoya. 

“I would have thought that you had no interest in marrying a l/n, you seemed so above it at the initial proposal,”  

Hiroshi was right. When he saw how young you were, he had no interest in marrying a child, but things had changed. You were his future; his mother saw it in her dreams. Her premonitions were always right. 

Now it was Naoya’s time to ignore Hiroshi’s words. He was growing frustrated with the idle chit-chat. The trip home was long, and he wished to depart before the sunset. 

“I’m here to retrieve, my wife ,” Naoya reiterated, his jaw setting in a hard line. 

“Naoya-sama, there has been a change in the proposal, Naoya-sama,” 

- 

Your stomach turned uncomfortably as you stood in the full-length mirror. Xiah, your lady-in-waiting smoothed over your kimono and finished the last-minute touches on your hair. It was a newer kimono, not too extravagant but elegant enough to be formal.  

Today was the day that you were supposed to meet Naoya. You’d been waiting all day and you wondered when your father would be coming to fetch you.  

You were nervous. It had been years since you had met Naoya, but you remembered exactly what he looked like.  

“You look beautiful, I’m sure the young lord will be pleased,” Xiah smiled while she continued to adjust your kimono. 

The door to your bedroom opening drew both yours and Xiah’s attention, you both watched in surprise as Sanosuke entered the room with a questionable smile on his face. 

“Oh, well don’t you look dashing, what’s the occasion?” Sanosuke asked as if he didn’t know that you were supposed to meet Naoya Zenin today. 

Your face reddened in embarrassment while you tried not to become frazzled at what you supposed was his way of teasing you. 

“I’m supposed to see Naoya Zenin today, of course,” The words were shaky, you turned your eyes back to your reflection in agitation at your brother’s carefree attitude. 

You heard him gasp in response and he crossed the room to stand beside you in the full-length mirror. Swiping stray hair away from your face, his brows rose in unison a look of sympathy on his handsome features. 

“Did father not tell you, sister?”  

You felt your heart drop into your stomach at his mocking tone. It feigned sadness and was obviously insincere.  

“Tell me what?” you asked, feeling your mouth go dry in anticipation of his answer. 

“The engagement is off, you’re not marrying Naoya Zenin,” 

There was a long pause before you began to breathe again and the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating heavily in your chest. Sanosuke was still talking but you couldn’t make out any of his words through your surprise.  

From that day forward, your would-be marriage was never spoken of again. Life went on as if you weren’t promised the Zenin family’s only son so many years ago. At first, the decision weighed on your mind heavily. You were curious as to why suddenly, the marriage was off. Had he changed his mind? Or did it have something to do with your mother’s recent passing? 

You never got the courage to ask your father and you never brought it up again... after all, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t even remember what Naoya looked like. You met him once five years ago and the only thing you could recall was his kindness. 

It took about a week for the storm to finally blow over. The temperatures were still cold, but the snow began to melt making traveling more likely for vendors, the help, and other Zenin members throughout the estate. 

This was the first time in a long while that you had ventured down to the other wing of the estate. The place where both you and Naoya stayed before the whole Emi fiasco occurred. Lianne had dressed you warmly in a luxurious lavender gown, lined with wool underneath. It was as comfortable as it was warm, the long-sleeved silk embroidered in gold around the cuffs and collar. 

It unnerved you deeply that you were in the presence of the others in the estate. Naobito, Ougi, Jinichi, and Toji were all present, seated around the large table. You felt as if you didn’t belong here, as if there were some kind of meeting that was about to take place, but instead, it was only a family dinner. 

Naoya escorted you to the table pulling a chair out for you with his free hand, urging you to sit with a gentle nudge at the small of your back.  

You inhaled shakily, unwrapping your left arm from his forearm with it joining your right hand that rested atop the small, rounded protrusion about your abdomen as if you were shielding yourself from prying eyes.  

Naobito as per usual had a wine glass in hand that was filled to the brim with a light sake. He brought his glass to his lips greedily drinking down half of the liquid while he eyed the bulge on your belly. Sitting the wine glass down on the table he was the first to speak, diverting his eyes to Naoya. 

“So, she is pregnant perhaps she’s not so broken,” he mentioned offhandedly. 

The help began to enter the dining room and like clockwork began sitting out dishes of all sorts on the table. Though the room remained deathly quiet aside from the clatter of glass and metal cutlery Naoya swiftly came to your defense. 

“Father, I won’t condone you disrespecting my wife. We’re here for dinner, simply because you requested it. The dinner table is not the place for the discussion of her condition,” Naoya nearly commanded.  

You watched Naoya from the corner of your eye and could see that he was already growing irate. His jaw clenched in frustration once he heard Naobito begin to speak once again. 

“I wouldn’t have to bring it up at the dinner table if you’d communicate with me like an adult,” His wine glass graced his lips once more as he took another messy gulp. “But I will respect your wishes,” 

You were grateful that this was the end of that conversation. Everything went on for a bit like a normal dinner. All the Zenin men had their fill of wine and food during the evening, Toji the first one to finish and excuse himself rather abruptly. 

Naoya was next, he turned to you to inquire about how you were feeling. You were sated, instead of wine you drank tea, and you had your fill of the large spread in front of you.  

“Retiring so early son? Don’t you wish to spend the evening with the men of the family?” Naobito held up his glass beckoning a woman standing off in the corner to come fill his glass. 

She moved hurriedly, tipping the bottle of wine over so that his glass was filled to the brim, close to overflowing. She bowed after and took a step back away from the table, not quite retreating just yet. 

Naobito continued to speak before Naoya had a chance to respond motioning towards the woman who was dressed in a delicate plain kimono. Her hair was dense and dark brown, her eyes wide in concern while Naoya helped you stand. 

“I can’t believe you were going to have this one killed, there plenty of uses for her about the estate,” 

Naoya became rigid once he turned to glance in his father’s direction. The woman he was referring to was Emi. She was supposed to be in the dungeons, dead and frozen by now. But here she was at his father’s side dressed modestly. She almost looked innocent; her expression slightly troubled. 

You were surprised. Though it pleased you that Emi was alive and well, Naoya seemed absolutely livid at the notion. His irritation only seemed to be escalating. Perhaps he did intend on having her killed.  

“What in the hell is the traitor doing out of shackles?” Naoya barked. His gaze wandered from Emi over to Naobito, who was lounging nonchalantly in his seat. 

“I’d rather have her warming my bed than rotting down in the crypt,” Naobito retorted easily. 

Scoffing in irritation Naoya glared in his father’s direction.  

“Careful the wench doesn’t poison you in your sleep,” Naoya turned without another word guiding you toward the dining room exit. He was now determined to get you back to your quarters, so that you could rest comfortably. 

Naoya hastily grabbed your hand and the two of you left the dining room without another word. Naoya’s pace was brisk as if he were trying to get as far away as possible from this part of the estate. He was moving so quickly that you were having a hard time keeping up, even so with his hand clutched around your forearm.  

“Naoya, w-wait,” you begged, stumbling into his arms when he came to an abrupt stop. “You’re going too fast...”  

You sighed in relief once he had stopped trying to catch a long breath and calm your rising heart rate. Naoya apologized profusely while resting a hand on your lower back. 

“I’m sorry, are you hurt?” he asked. 

“No, I’m fi-” 

“Naoya-sama!” 

The two of you were interrupted by Emi who came barreling from around the corridor slightly out of breath. She dropped to her knees in front of Naoya pushing her nose into the tile of the floor underneath. 

You could feel Naoya’s body get tense under your fingertips as she spoke... his body temperature seemed to rise as he began to fume. He kept his eyes on you, unwilling to grace Emi with any of his attention.  

It was obvious to you that he was struggling with his temper. He was pissed. And he began to tremble slightly, his fingers winding tightly in the skirts of your gown. 

He didn’t respond, but you turned your eyes on Emi who was still kneeling a few feet away from both of you. Clearing your throat, you waited for Emi to rise sitting back on her haunches as she did. 

She folded both hands into one another, her fingers interlaced while she bowed her head once again. 

“Naoya-sama... Lady Zenin. Please accept my sincere apology... I swear I never meant to cause any harm-”  

Emi’s voice trembled as she spoke, and you could see the tears she had in her eyes moments earlier dip down onto the tile below into a small puddle.  

“Shut your filthy mouth,” Naoya spat. His hands remained tangled in your dress, but those grey eyes of his now cold and piercing burned into Emi. “The only reason you’re not already dead is because my wife wanted me to spare you. If you approach me or lady Zenin again, I’ll kill you myself,” 

With that, he turned away from Emi to reach down to lift your legs cradling you in his arms, as if you were a brand-new bride stalking in the direction of your shared bedroom. 

Emi was left in the corridor alone, her eyes wide, red, and brimming with tears. Naoya absolutely despised her. Toji told her that there was only one way that Naoya would forgive her. She had to do it as quickly as possible. 

The rest of the evening had passed rather quietly. After a bath and a cup of hot tea to settle your nerves, Naoya took it upon himself to tend to you personally, rather than have Lianne do it tonight. 

Groaning in content, your head lolled off to the side lazily as Naoya’s large hands kneaded into the tense muscles of your neck and back. 

“How is this?” he asked, thick digits digging into your lower back to alleviate the stiffness.  

“It’s good,” you drawled, leaning your head back to rest on his bare shoulder. 

He had been dutifully tending to you for about an hour or so, first starting with your legs and your back, and then gently massaging your neck and shoulders. It was obvious that he was tense and shamefully aroused, for you could feel the firmness of his manhood pressing against your backside. But he remained on task doing his best to keep you comfortable.  

Your eyes felt shut for a moment a jolt of electricity shooting up your spine upon feeling Naoya’s lips graze the column of your throat. 

“Tired?” he asked, the hands that were resting on your shoulders drifting down to settle at your abdomen.  

You were tired. Exhausted. But it was impossible to ignore the heat and want that exuded from your husband behind you. He had been so careful with you since finding out about your pregnancy, that you weren’t even sure the last time he had tried to touch you. 

Avoiding his question, you placed your hands over his instead of adjusting in his lap. The silk chemise you were wearing almost bunched up around your hips. 

“Naoya, you’re poking me,” you mumbled. 

“I know, I’m sorry... let's get you to bed,” Naoya suggested. 

He tried to remove his hands from your belly, but instead, you interlocked your fingers with his to keep them in place.  

“No... not yet,” With your hand still interlaced over his, you guided his hand so that it rested in between the heat of your thighs. “Touch me please,” Your voice trembled as his fingertips grazed over that sensitive nub that was now pulsing with need.  

Naoya took over without any hesitation dipping his index and middle fingers into the moistness of your slit. He sucked in a ragged breath listening to you whine in complaint, his fingers coaxing that sweet little hole of yours to open up for them. You weren’t wearing any undergarments. 

“Is this what you want?” his voice had grown ragged, while he teased you amazed at how wet you already were. 

“Y-yes, please,” you mewled while your thighs trembled in anticipation.  

The next few moments were lost... you didn’t notice when you had been shifted onto all fours, didn’t notice when Naoya had placed the pillows on the bed so that they rested under your belly to keep you comfortable. 

The only thing that registered in that foggy mind of yours was the searing heat of him sinking into you slowly from behind. It sent a ferocious tingle up your spine, your walls coiling snugly against him once he was inside. 

And although he was gentle with you throughout the night, his powerful, slow thrusts seemed to send you over the edge much sooner than you had ever gone before. 

You didn’t remember anything after he sent you toppling over the edge of the earth. Just his warmth and the darkness of your dreams guiding you into the dawn of the next day. 

[gukcnt]

VELVET WAVES ⭒ JJK

in which you go to a vacation in Maldives with your husband, where he shows his love for you by spoiling you with luxuries and passionate experiences that'll forever be in your heart.

pairing — husband dom!jungkook x wife sub!femreader

genre — established relationship, slice of life, domestic vibes, maldives vacation, married life, romance, smut, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, slowburn sex, emotional and possessive love and intimacy, he is literally so obsessed with her and loves spoiling her, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, nipple play and sucking, breast worship, making out, hickies/marking, body worship, bruising, scratching, slight pain play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary position, several orgasms, pussy inspection, fingering, clit stimulation, cum swallowing, eating out, face sitting, face riding, tongue fucking, man handling, hair fisting, dirty talk, praise kink, rough and slow paced sex, emotional sex, overstimulation, crying from pleasure, softest aftercare

wc — 3.2k

m. list

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The private jet descended towards the Maldives as you looked out the window, fingers twisting your dress nervously. Jungkook, your husband of two years, beside you, his presence filling the space—broad shoulders and dark hair falling over his piercing dark eyes.

He caught you being anxious, and his eyes darkened. He reached for your hand, calloused hand holding yours with a warmth that grounded you.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice deep, with that dominant edge that always sent a shiver through you.

“No worrying, this is our escape.” His thumb lightly caressed your knuckles. You managed a small smile, cheeks pinking as his eyes held yours.

Like he could see everything going through your mind.

۶ৎ

The air in the Maldives was heavy with the smell of salt and a faint sweetness, the sand felt warm beneath your bare feet, the constant wave of the ocean was a peaceful noise. Jungkook had gone through every detail before you guys arrived here and booked a private villa.

The villa was a masterpiece, with polished floors and sleek furniture. Glass revealed the beautiful view of the beach. The bed was wrapped in a thin curtain that swayed in motion with the breeze. You stood by the window, body clad in a sundress, inhaling the fresh air. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, chest solid against your back.

“Like it, baby?” He whispered, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

His fingers brushed your hips with a possessive grip, claiming you. You nodded as you leaned against him, his presence and scent making you feel safe.

“It feels so magical,” you murmured softly. “It’s perfect, Ggukie.”

He chuckled, a rumble that vibrated through you, so deep and rich.

“Only the best for my girl.”

His arms tightened around you, a promise that expressed fierce and tender love for you.

۶ৎ

The first day of your vacation started. Breakfast was a feast of ripe mangoes, croissants, and champagne.

After breakfast you sat cross-legged on a cushioned chair by the beach, enjoying the sun. Your hair was loose, swaying in the breeze. Jungkook watched you, gaze heavy, watching the way your lips closed around a slice of papaya, the juice glistening on your lips and dripping on your chin.

His eyes darkened, a silent hunger in them that made your pulse quicken.

After breakfast, he insisted on visiting the resort store with you. It was full of luxury, with expensive dresses and jewelry. You trailed your hands over a rack of gowns but hesitated at the price tags.

Jungkook, unbothered, selected a dress for you that clung to your curves; it was revealing enough with a low-cut neckline, making you blush. He also added shiny earrings, and an anklet made of seashell charms.

“Jungkook, this is too much.” You said, voice small and unsure, “I don’t need all this.”

His expression shifted immediately, eyes narrowing as a frown etched his features. He stepped closer with his towering frame and cupped your cheek, tilting your face to meet his gaze.

Your heart thudded, lips parted.

“Sweetheart,” he said firmly, voice laced with a warmth that dimmed this commanding tone.

“I love spoiling you. Don’t ever take that from me,” he rasped.

Thumb brushing over your lower lip, your breath catching, his intense eyes making your knees weak.

“You are my wife, my baby. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

You nodded with a racing heart, cheeks pinking, and he let out a hum of approval, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

The words sending a tremor through you, an ache between your legs just from his words.

By the time you left, your arms were heavy with bags, and Jungkook’s smile was wide and satisfied, his hand rested on the small of your back, possessive and claiming, guiding you out of the store.

۶ৎ

You both decided to swim. Jungkook made sure it was only the two of you in the secluded area.

As always spoiling you.

The sand felt warm and tingly under your feet, the water crystal clear.

You had chosen a flimsy white bikini, its fabric thin and daring. You stepped onto the beach, feeling self-conscious because of how revealing it was.

The top barely containing the swell of your soft, full breasts, nipples hardened against the damp fabric, their outline visible. The panty hinted at the shape of your pussy beneath.

You tugged at the straps, heart pounding. Even though there was no one on the beach except Jungkook, you still felt a bit uncomfortable, not used to being exposed, but Jungkook’s reaction stopped you.

His dark eyes scanned you from top to bottom, jaw tightening, “Fuck, baby,” he growled, closing the distance between you both with two long strides, his hands gripping your waist with a claim that made you shiver.

“Look at you… so fucking unreal.”

His fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of your cleavage; you gasped, the simple touch sending a spark straight to your core.

“I’m so jealous of how this hugs your curve, when I should be the one doing it,” he said lowly.

Your breasts rose and fell with pants from his words, his eyes locked on them.

Almost hypnotized.

“Your tits…” His thumb grazed your nipple through the fabric; you let out a huff, arching into him.

Your hand falling on his bare chest to steady yourself, legs going weak

“And this,” he continued, hand sliding over your bare back before he cups your pussy mound over the bikini.

You gasped out his name with a tremble.

“Show me exactly what’s mine.”

“Ggukie,” you whispered, voice shaky with embarrassment, slick pooling between your legs.

He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, tongue tangling with yours, the taste of salt and him overwhelming you as you gripped onto his shoulder, breasts on his hard chest.

“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” he grunts against your mouth, breathing hotly against your parted lips.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, and I want to see all of you.”

He carried you towards the beach; the water was cool and warm against your skin. Jungkook held you close, arms strong and unyielding, legs wrapped around his waist as you floated together.

The moment was peaceful.

You both remained quiet, savoring the feel of each other intertwined underneath the water.

His hands soon started roaming all over your body, slipping beneath the water to cup your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples through the bikini, the wet fabric making the touch even more intense as you let out a soft “hah” in the air.

“God, I love how sensitive you are,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear.

He pinched your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers, and you cried out, “Ggukie!”

His eyes darkened at the breathy call of his name, your legs tightening around his waist. His cock hard and pressing against your stomach

“That’s it, baby; let me hear you.”

Your moans—were his obsession, the way you whimpered along with those gasps, the pleas of his name that spilled from your lips.

“Fuck your noises... baby, they drive me insane.” he rasped.

His words bring out yet another uncontrollable mewl from you, grinding against his swim trunks that held his erection, instinctively, earning a low growl from him.

“Keep that up, sweetheart, and we won’t make it back to the villa,” he warned, but his hands never stopped.

He wanted to see how far you could go.

Teasing your nipples until your body was trembling. Your head tipped back against his shoulder.

۶ৎ

Back in the villa, the air was thick with desire. The scent of salt lingered on your skin, mingling with the scent of your arousal.

His touches were rough as he guided you to the bed, the sheets cool against your heated skin.

He stood before you shirtless, muscles wet with a faint sheen of sweat, eyes locked on yours.

You looked at him, panting with a racing heart, darkness of his gaze promising pleasure and so much more.

“Lie back, sweet girl,” he commanded.

You obeyed, sinking into the plush blankets, pulse wild. He knelt between your legs, hands spreading your thighs. He took off your panties, and you gasped, trying to close your legs, but he held you open.

Your strength nothing compared to his.

He gazed at your pussy, bare and glistening; the cool air brushed against your slick folds, making your clit throb.

His gaze intense on your pussy, like he was inspecting you.

“Ggukie, please,” you whined, voice trembling, thighs twitching, his fingers pressed against the soft flesh, eyes glinting darkly, wanting to worship you.

“Don’t hide this from me, baby,” he uttered lowly, voice laced with authority.

“You are fucking perfect.”

His fingers traced your folds, touch featherlight, and you gasped, hips bucking.

“mhmm.”

Your pussy was swollen and slick; the scent of your arousal made Jungkook snarl.

“So wet, so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, thumb brushing your clit, the contact sending a shock through you.

“Ahhmm gosh,” you panted, hand gripping the sheets.

“Look at this pretty pussy, made just for me.”

His words made you squirm, shyness fading due to the heat and need in your core.

He slid a finger inside you, the penetration slow, making you utter a shaky moan as your walls fluttered around him, warm and tight.

“Fuck, you are so tight.” He groaned and added a second finger, the slight burn mixing with pleasure making you let out a desperate sob.

“Please, Ggukie.”

Your breathless desperation made his jaw clench. He curled his fingers, stroking that spot deep inside; you arched off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat as you fisted the sheets.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let go,” he said, voice rough.

His eyes remaining locked on your face as he drinks in your every reaction and noise. Your pleasure fueled him almost like he was the one experiencing it.

His free hand palmed his cock through his swim pants, the hardness almost painful, knuckles whitened from how hard he gripped himself.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this, falling apart for me.” His fingers moved faster, in and out, slicked with your arousal; the wet sounds mingled with your cries.

The intensity peaked when he pulled you onto his lap, guiding you to straddle his face. Your cheeks burned, the position exposing you completely, but his hands were impatient and demanding, pulling you down until your dripping pussy hovered over his mouth.

Pussy clenching above his eyes.

The heat of his breath teased your sodden clit making you to let out a mewl.

“Sit, baby,” he ordered, voice firm, and the command sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

“I want to taste every fucking inch of you.”

You lowered yourself with a trembling gasp and parted lips, his tongue flicked out, licking the entirety of your pussy.

You cried out his name instantly.

Gripping the headboard for support. His groan vibrated through your cunt, the sensation making you shake.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he growled, hands gripping your hips, controlling your movements, encouraging you to move and grind harder on his tongue.

He wants you to use his face the way he wants you to.

His tongue was relentless, lapping your folds, savoring the sweet taste of you.

He teased your clit with quick flicks, your thighs quivering, moans loud and unrestrained.

A keening “ohh nghh hahh, ggukie” came out of your drooling mouth, hands tangled in his hair, pulling, making him growl against your pussy.

“Grind on me baby” he urged, lips brushing your clit.

“use my face like a good needy girl, fuck it”

You obeyed.

Hips rolled, and the friction of his tongue against your clit was overwhelming, each flick of this tongue sending you closer to the edge.

He plunged his tongue inside you, thick and hot, fucking your cunt with slow, deep thrusts, his mouth consuming you almost entirely as he drinks from you.

Like a starved man.

Tears pricked your eyes.

The pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain, a sob breaking free, your body shaking. His other hand stroked his cock, your movements and noises driving him wild with need.

“God... you are so fucking perfect.” His voice muffled in your pussy, lips slick with you.

He sucked your clit gently, and you gasped, almost lifting off his mouth, but his demanding hands didn’t let you move, not even an inch, his fingers bruising as he forced you to ride his tongue.

“No more, it’s too much, ggukie.” you huffed.

He acted like he didn’t hear you and kept going until your vision blurred and the coil tightened in your stomach.

When you came, it was with a wail, your pussy pulsing against his mouth, arousal coating his lips. You trembled, supported by his hands as he continued lapping at your release, drawing out pained gasps from you, hands soothing your trembling thighs.

Jungkook laid you back, his patience running out, barely giving you time to breathe.

He freed his cock, the sight stealing your breath—thick, veined, head flushed with need and precum.

You felt a fresh rush of arousal, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of him inside you.

He kissed you first, his lips soft and demanding, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. He trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, sucking gently, leaving faint marks with the graze of his teeth.

When he reached your breasts, he lingered, sucking your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, each pull of his mouth and teeth drawing moans and whimpers from you, his cock twitching from your noises.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick with raw emotion, “my sweet girl, my everything.”

He positioned himself between your legs, cock brushing your entrance, the hardness of it brushing your entrance, making you moan. Your hands clutched his shoulders, hips bucking.

“Feel how much I want you,” he growled, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness, coating himself.

The slick sound pinking your cheeks as you looked away, panting with warm cheeks

“Ggukie, please,” you begged desperately, and he smiled.

He leaned down to kiss you again roughly, tongue tangling with yours, a fight he always wins.

He pushed himself inside you slowly, making you cry out his name.

“ggukiee!”

The stretch burned deliciously, his heavy and thick cock filling you inch by inch; the sensation was overwhelming.

Your pussy fluttered around him, warm and tight as you took him inside fully.

“Oh, mm, fuck,” you moaned, nails pressing on his back, leaving red trails, and he groaned, a low, primal sound.

“God, I love that.” He growled, eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the delicious sting of your scratches.

“Mark me, baby; show me I’m yours.”

He moved slowly with deep thrusts; the wet sounds of him fucking you filled the room, mingling with your breathy and whiny moans.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he said roughly, gripping your hips, guiding you to meet his thrusts the way he wants to.

He was in control of your body.

It made you even more aroused, if that was even possible.

“So tight, so wet, all for me.” he groaned.

His dirty talk fueled your arousal more; you trembled, and sharp “ohs” and “ahs” left your mouth with each thrust of his cock inside your pussy.

His eyes remained on your face, memorizing all your reactions.

“My perfect girl” His lips brushed your earlobe, before he bit it softly, making you whimper.

“You take my cock so well, like you were fucking made for it.”

You sobbed, back arching with your pussy clenching around him.

Being filled by him over and over again, pushing you closer.

“That’s it, baby, milk me, fuck.” He grunts, the thrusts get faster and more forceful, each one deep; he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

He worshiped your body like you were his goddess, along with that.

He squeezed your bouncing breasts, thumbs pinching your nipples until you were writhing.

The dual sensation too much for you.

He left small marks all over your neck, marking you, while never stopping his relentless thrusts.

Your sobs and moans grew louder and shakier, and it drove him wild, cock twitching inside you.

You both came together, your orgasm crashed through you hard, a wail tearing from your throat as you clung to him, sobbing, your nails digging into his skin.

He grunts, filling you with spurts and spurts of his own release, teeth biting your shoulder.

“Are you okay, my baby?” he asks, gently pulling out of you, bringing you into his arms.

You nod, too tired to speak up, just enjoying and soaking up his presence. Your pussy was achy and throbbing, dripping with his release.

But you felt so good.

You rested on his chest, a small smile tucked on the corner of your lips; his heartbeat steady against your cheeks.

۶ৎ

Aftercare has always been your favorite with your husband.

Jungkook cleaned you with a warm cloth gently; his touch felt soothing against your sensitive, raw skin.

The room was quiet; only the distant waves could be heard and the sound of both of your breathing mingling together.

The air still heavy with the smell of sex and salt. He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering.

Your body tired but heart full.

“Sweetheart,” he hums, voice soothing yet thick with emotion, “you’re my entire world, you know that, don’t you?”

His fingers drew small patterns on your back, grounding you to him, his words making you shiver.

“I would burn the whole world down to give you everything.”

You whimpered at his words as you looked at him with glistening eyes, his love for you overwhelming.

“Ggukie, you already give me everything” you breathed.

“You make me feel so loved... so whole,” you whispered, own voice trembling with feeling.

His eyes softened, a rare crack in his dominant facade, reserved just for you; he never lets anyone see him so vulnerable and open.

“You’re my baby,” he whispers.

“my sweet girl. I’m fucking obsessed with you—your laugh, the way you blush, and the way you say my name like it’s a goddamn prayer.”

He kissed you slow and deep, lips hungry, proving all his devotion for you: “I will never stop wanting you, never stop needing you.”

You buried your face in his chest, feeling overwhelmed. You traced the scratches you made on his back.

Your silent claim on him.

“I love you,” you murmured, breath fanning his chest.

He held you tighter, as if he never wanted to let you go.

۶ৎ

The next few days, the vacation passed like a dream neither one of you wanted to end.

Moments of comfort and connection.

Each day brought something new—watching sunsets together, sharing dinners under the night sky, and small, quiet, intimate moments.

But that one night stood out the most, the sound of the waves in the background and the way he held you, as if nothing else mattered.

That moment forever in your heart.

His love for you deeper than any ocean in the world.

[someoneelse0109]

⋆･.˳.⋆JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS ⊹ ᨘ📘˚｡The third part of my fanfic recommendations featuring Golden Makne 💙 Thank you talented writers for your hard work, I really enjoyed each of these works💙 Part 1 and Part 2 of my recommendations which you can also check out 💙 Thank you to the beautiful @saradika-graphics for the delicious divider 🫐

Almost all fanfiction contains explicit adult content, so read at your own risk.

🫐 RISK TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND THUNDER by @dailynnt

⤷ Jungkook!biker, friend's best brother x f!reader | forbidden feeling | one shot

🫐 “NOT THEIR WEDDING CAR” by @dailynnt

⤷ Jungkook!former classmate x f!reader | from enemies to lovers | one shot

🫐“DIRTY BIKE REPAIR” by @dailynnt

⤷ Jungkook!biker x f!reader | established relationships | one shot

🫐 Soft launch | jk by @keen-li

⤷ jungkook x fem reader | Friends to FWB | mdni

🫐 Every inch of you — Jungkook by @jjeongkii

⤷ dom!jk x reader | one shot

🫐 ִֶָ love wins all ࣪ ִֶָ . by @kooffeecup

⤷ ex boyfriends father ! Jungkook x you | one shot

🫐 somehow, you. | jungkook au by @timelessjk

⤷ jungkook x fem reader | college AU | one shot

🫐 the next step by @tranquilreign

⤷ jungkook/reader | established relationship au! | one shot

🫐 higher power by @jiminrings

⤷ jungkook x reader | one shot

🫐 paint me, play me || jjk by @letsbangts

⤷ jungkook x fem reader | college AU | mdni

🫐 reckless | jjk by @sparklingchim

⤷ idol!jungkook x producer!reader | one shot

🫐 VELVET WAVES — jjk (m.) by @gukcnt

⤷ husband dom!jungkook x wife sub!femreader | one shot

🫐 the mask of purity by @lostinbangtan7

⤷ Jeon Jungkook idol/Y/N famous/artist/singer | series (ongoing)

🫐 ⋆.˚✮𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗧𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼✮˚.⋆ by @skzstarl0ver

⤷ Jungkook x reader / tattoo artist x client | one shot

🫐 Vestiges | jjk (m) by @youthguk

⤷ jungkook x reader | exes to lovers | one shot

🫐 i'm outside, let's talk. (m) by @rjkooks

⤷ exbf!jungkook x afab!reader  | one shot

🫐 BLOODY CRAWLING BACK TO YOU by @acheronsociety

⤷ jungkook x f!reader | secret agents au | mdni

[xazse]

JJK MEN X PUPPYGIRL!READER

Notes: Hi, This is for my lovely jjk enjoyers, and its pretty long

Pairings: Puppygirl!FemReader x Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Toji (Seperate)

Tags: They might be ooc, SMUTT, Fluff, Hybrid!Reader, Blowjob, Pussyeating, MeanMen!,Manhandling, and more!, NOTPROOFREAD,

Gojo

absolutely loves you so much, when it came to finding his perfect match he stumbled upon you. You were like his carbon copy in personality, all excited and jumpy: though at times it can be a little too much if he just got off work after a long day of the higher ups nagging him, but nonetheless he reveled in your attention.

He also loves how you jumped at the opportunity to give him the wettest kisses ever! Peppering kisses all over his face while telling him how you waited soo long for him. Though from him checking the cameras all you did was sleep the entire time and occasionally grab something to eat, then go right back to napping all cute.

Oh god Gojo absolutely adores teasing and leading you on. It riles him up to see you pout when he tells you a little lie, you just trust his word a little too much! But when he sees you on the verge of tears he’ll coo and bring you into a warm hug: while still adding fuel to the fire in a condensing tone: you don’t realize because ur a little.. well dumb!

NSFW:

On some days Gojo thinks you’re the one teasing him, you’re positioned in his lap, legs wrapped around his torso. Giving him such sweet kisses oh he loves it so much. One kiss on the corner of his lips and one directly on the lips: you obviously aren’t even aware just how much you’re riling him up. 

When you’ve decided you’ve had enough of kissing, you take to licking him softly, a gesture meant to calm and relax him: it does the total opposite he revels in it, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He was damn near excited when he picked up on you wearing the thinnest, tightest shorts, squeezing the outline of your cunt so lewdly, his money very well spent. Your pink tongue glides out to slide against the bottom of his lips to the top, he gladly and all too eagerly opens and latches onto your lips, already searching for your tongue and he starts sucking on it loudly, Gojo loves how within a few seconds you’re already mewling into his mouth, trying your hardest to not nip at him with your sharp teeth. 

Everytime you pull away with strings of saliva breaking, he pulls you right back in, you should know better by now not to give away when he’s trying to make you feel good.  

He takes it upon himself to shimmy you out of your shorts, no panties of course just the way he likes it. 

He lines himself up with your awaiting hole, gojo tries to be super gentle since he’s aware you hate the stretch of his thick length, it just overwhelms you too much. You’re whimpering in his neck as he brings you around him. Pitiful pleas fill the room, right until he has you flush against his torso, his cock twitching slightly in you, the warmth you provide has him near bucking his hips into you but he remains calm. 

Big strong hands grip your ass and before you know it, he’s lifting you up his cock slowly, only the tip inside before he slams you down using about only a fraction of his strength. You moan In pleasure and just a little pain. 

After awhile of gojo repeating this process, not even yet breaking his pace, You’re a mess, feeling his fat cock drag against your sensitive walls over and over. 

Nanami-

Nanami was a little different when it comes to selecting his favorite girl, he wanted someone calm and collected. At first he got what he wanted, you obeyed, listened so well, he loved you on your best behavior: staring up at him with star-stuck eyes when he gave you a direction. 

Until you started to get really comfortable with him, that shyness which was your shell had begun to open up and Nanami was in for a real hellstorm. You had began to get really really clingy, whining and pouting when he would have to leave, clinging to him at the door, practically in tears trying to persuade him to stay. He of course couldn’t stay and sadly had to leave you to your own: reassuring you that he could see you in the cameras and talk to you, with this Information you begrudgingly let him go. 

When he had checked the cameras sometime after you were on the couch laying down with his shirt being used as a pillow, your ears downturned in signal that you were not happy one-bit. When he spoke, rather low your ears perked and you jumped and quickly scanned the room, he slowly coaxed you towards the camera and he witnessed the cutest dopey grin on your face, you sat(pulled up a chair to sit near the camera) there and listened to Nanami talk just about anything. 

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Nanami’s favorite thing to do is focus solely on you, he just loves you so much, you’ve managed to implement yourself Into his daily routine. He won’t be complete if you aren’t cuddling with him at exactly 9:30, though his stoic nature will never let him say that outloud so he relays it by small lingering kisses. 

Nanami knows how easy it is for you to get horny, your ears and tails betray you when they tuck themselves under and you tuck your tail in-between your legs:  trying to hinder the painful throbs within your cunt, he knows it all too well, knows his goodgirl: you, wants him so badly but doesn’t wanna disturb his sleep incase he has to get early. 

Nanami always has to take the lead to touch you, so he makes his move, sliding himself inbetween your legs, and you happily obliged by moving your tail out of the way. 

Peeling off your panties is an easy task, Nanami wets his fingers before deftly swirling them around your clit, already attacking the source of your pleasure. You groan and move to grip his hair hard, he doesn’t mind at all. 

His skilled tongue collects your cum before spreading it everywhere, getting you nice and wet. His mouth moves further up towards your clit, giving teasing little licks, his large hands grab the back of your thighs and push them, giving him a more lewd view of you spread open just for him. Cute whines leave your throat as he takes the time to admire the sight  before him: cunt drooling just from a little foreplay. 

Within the next few seconds he’s sucking on your clit, absolutely loving the taste of you, you mewl his name shamelessly. bucking your hips onto his face for more. 

With all this nanami can finally slip two thick fingers into you, and that he does, he doesn’t wait till you adjust, simply fucking you with the digits while your head is thrown back moaning even louder, small pleas fill the air for nanami to let you cum. His fingers push the deepest they can go and you feel little pulses within you, awaiting before they finally get stronger and you cum right on his face with a loud moan, he’s already working on lapping up all the juices decorating your cunt.

Toji

Oh brother, Toji loves his pup SOO stupid, he wants her to rely on him completely, that’s where you come in, a dumb pliant thing, willing to let him do just about anything to you, and still have a blinding smile on your face. He loves the evenings where he can simply relax with you on top of him: belly flat, but he’ll never admit that outloud and especially not to you. It’s the time where he can softly stroke your hair and rub just behind your ears while you rest your eyes in complete content. 

Toji notices your drooling habit a bit late, he’ll catch you staring at a certain item with some type of newfound interest, with your mouth slightly open, but there’s a simple fix where he taps your cheek twice before all that attention is once again back on him: he revels In it. 

Speaking of you being too stupid, Toji does everything around the house, he can’t even trust you to wash a dish before that empty head of urs takes you somewhere else. So when he’s doing housework he’ll sit you in front of the Tv and throw on some cheesy romcon that’ll keep you busy: though it won’t even last two hours before your wandering around trying to find him. 

At times you can be kind of a thorn in his side when you want to be, maybe even giving him a little attitude when he asks something of you, it surprises him every time you shoot back a snarky remark because it’s just THAT rare. He’ll ask you to repeat yourself with a serious look on his face before you back down and just does as he says. 

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When you do decide to keep that stinking attitude of yours up, ur in a world of painful pleasure because toji is mean as hell. 

When he fucks you he likes to make it HURTTT, so when he’s balls deep in your poor abused pussy, slamming his hips against your ass repeatedly you can only mewl out apologies on how you’ll improve, Toji knows you’re lying of course you are, he can’t see your face but he can feel, feel the little quirk of your lip, but it doesn’t further frustrate him, no it drives him to push you even further, more than you can possibly handle. 

He switches positions to pressing you into a tight mating press, youre a whole mess, dried tears, hell even new tears take their place on your face. He begins his pacing starting off slow, but eventually speeds up to what he was giving you before. It feels so good you can’t help but slur into the air on repeat. Tojis hand moves down to your tail where he yanks on it as he moves, your reaction is quick, yelping to move your tail but his grip remains tight.

After a quick while of him using you like a toy solely meant for his pleasure, your habit starts to show itself, Toji groans at the sight, this just puts the icing on the cake for him at least.

He leans in and pressing his thick tongue into your mouth, you can’t deny him when you feel like you’re already on the edge of losing yourself, so he indulges, giving you sloppy kisses whenever he can while you tighten around his cock over and over. 

Toji lifts his hips up and slams back down into your already spent cunt, that’s when you start to attempt to away from your impending orgasm, he doesn’t let you move even an inch, letting you silently know that it’s gonna happen: and it sure does, he feels you spasm and twitch around him, pulling him in deeper while you cry out in pain, it hurts but the pleasure outweighs it by a ton, with ragged breathes you finally cum, your pussy contracting and convulsing while he still pounds away at you.  

Geto- 

Geto merely tolerates you, there’s no inbetween, he’ll let you do as you please as long as it doesn’t involve his work. But when said work is done all your attention is on him, it does feel nice to have a little stupid thing to do his bidding. You’re already on him as soon as he gives you permission, sliding yourself between his big arms and nuzzling into the crevice of his neck, it amazes him how you haven’t picked up on just what he does at work, do you know he's killed people? Of course you don’t and he’ll continue to keep you in the dark about that aspect.

When you latch onto his neck and begin to suck softly he doesn’t push you away like the first time, he had noticed a while back his pup has a habit of doing this every so often, quietly whining against him. You had mumbled to him it had something to do with your teeth, and needing something to keep you busy from the slight throb in them. He enjoys this much more than anything in the quiet space of the living room. 

You love when he begins patting your tail and ears at the same time, bonus when he slips a large thigh inbetween yours and slightly bounces you, encouraging you to not stop the soft suckling. 

Geto also loves cooking with you, by cooking with you he means you latched onto his torso your tail swishing back and forth so happily,  following behind every step, you absolutely do not let go, until everything is finished do you finally allow him to breathe, but as soon as your plate is cleaned you’re back on him. Deft fingers combing through his beautiful black locks. 

-Some days Getou has to leave for days at a time he’ll prepare some food while you’re sleeping worryfree. 

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Geto loves you in between his legs, loves when you see him spread open on the couch, practically inviting you with his happy trail on display. You show no hesitation when you crawl towards him. Your hands gripping on his fat cock, he hisses behind his teeth but continues to let you do your thing. 

Freeing his cock from their confines you take to slowly stroking him but also watching his expression with a new found-interest. After a while of gathering him up you wrap your pretty lips around his tip and suckle lightly. Geto has told you how he hates when you don’t just get to the point but right now he can’t seem to give a shit, right now want he wants is to fuck your throat till its raw. When he makes an attempt to help you, you call his name in that whiny tone, telling him to let you handle it. 

He doesn’t argue, but he does sit back to get more comfortable. You take him in your mouth; slowly taking him deeper and deeper inch by inch, sucking from the tip to his middle and suctioning your mouth, he groans, relaxing his head on the back of the couch. His thick hands go to knead your ears; to spur you to take more of him, you oblige and do what he wants, you can’t take all of Suguru, so both of your hands fill where your mouth can’t.

You completely pull off to suck on his neglected balls, he moans not really expecting you to do that, the heavy things fill your mouth, you continue to jerk him off while you remain down below. He feels his lower abdomen tighten and tighten and his panting speeding up,  before he’s spilling his thick load.

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dare or drink

Mature. Minors do not interact.

Reverse Harem [You x Nanami / Geto / Gojo] Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

DARE OR DRINK

The Dare : Whisper and Wander

Whisper something you want to do to the person of your choice.

Satoru's eyes gleam mischievously as he reads the dare, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He turns to you, his gaze intense, hungry. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to bend you over the nearest surface," he whispers, his voice low and gravelly," and fuck you until you scream my name so loud, everyone knows who you belong to." His hand slides down your back, gripping your ass possessively." I want to take you hard and fast, then slow and deep, until you're a trembling, begging mess. I want to make you come so many times, you forget your own name." He pulls back slightly, eyes dark and hungry, then gave you a dangerous smile and says, “Your turn, princess.” Your breath hitches as Satoru's words wash over you, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Your cheeks flush, your heart racing at the explicit nature of his dare. You trembled for the bowl, reaching and read what it says.

The Dare : Taste Test

Blindfolded, let each guy kiss you anywhere except your lips and your intimate part. Guess who’s who. If you're wrong, they each get to give you a dare.

Satoru gently ties the blindfold around your eyes, plunging you into darkness. He guides you to a chair, his hands steadying you as you sit. You hear the rustle of movement, then feel a presence kneeling before you. Someone's hands rest on your knees, their touch light, teasing. They lean in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, their lips soft, gentle. You inhale deeply, recognizing Satoru's unique scent, the careful restraint in his touch. He kisses a trail up your thigh, his breath hot against your skin, but he stops just shy of your core. He pulls back, leaving you aching for more. Suguru takes his place, his kiss firm, confident. He kisses your collarbone, your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin. You gasp, your fingers digging into the chair. That's Suguru, you think, your heart pounding. Nanami kneels before you, his touch possessive as his hands grip your thighs. He leans in, his kiss fierce, demanding, on your stomach. His tongue darts out, tasting your skin, marking you. You arch into him, a moan escaping your lips. That's Nanami, you think, your body recognizing his dominant touch. You take a deep breath, your mind racing as you try to remember the unique touches of each man. You're sure of your guesses, your body having reacted instinctively to each of them. You lift the blindfold, your eyes adjusting to the light. You look at Satoru, Suguru, then Nanami, a smug smile playing on your lips, "I got them all right,"

The Dare : Hands Where?

Choose the person who you can touch somewhere bold but still clothed (think inner thigh, waist under shirt, etc.). Then they have to rate between 1-10 how they are affected by touching that body part.

Suguru's eyes lock onto yours, a mischievous glint in their depths. He stands, walking towards you with a predatory grace. “It’s my turn," he says, his voice low and husky. He reaches out, his hand sliding under your shirt, his fingers splaying across your bare waist. He flattens his palm against your skin, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast. He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear, "How about here?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. You shiver, your nipples hardening at his touch. He starts to slowly drag his hand up, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast, stopping just shy of your nipple. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, "So? How affected are you on a scale of 1-10?" You bite your lip, your heart racing at Suguru's touch. You can feel the heat of his hand branding your skin, the ghost of his fingers tracing patterns on your breast. You take a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing pulse. "At least a 9,"you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, his fingers flexing against your skin, his thumb brushing your nipple through the fabric of your bra. You gasp, your back arching into his touch involuntarily. "Mmm, I can feel that," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He starts to slowly drag his hand down, his fingers trailing along your ribcage, your stomach, until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He slips his hand underneath, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, "And how about here? What's your rating now?" Your breath hitches as Suguru's hand slips under your skirt, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You can feel the heat of his touch, the electricity that seems to crackle between you. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with hunger, waiting for your response."10,"you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. He smiles, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. He withdraws his hand slowly, dragging his fingers along your thigh, making you shiver. He stands, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours. He walks back to his seat, his expression one of pure, predatory desire. He sits down, spreading his legs wide, his arousal evident. He leans back, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still locked on you, "Nanami, your turn," he says, his voice low and husky with promise.

The Dare : Tongue Tease

Choose the person who then trace an ice cube along their lips, neck, or down their spine—your choice. No hands. Just mouth and the melting ice.

Nanami rises from his seat, a wicked grin barely ghosts his lips as he approaches you. He pulls an ice cube from his glass, holding it up for you to see. It glints in the light, a small, innocuous thing that promises so much torment. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, "Ready for this, beautiful?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. He presses the ice cube to your lips, tracing the outline slowly. You gasp at the cold, your lips parting slightly. He takes advantage, sliding the ice inside, his tongue following, warm and wet against the chill. He pulls back, leaving you shivering. He starts at your jaw, trailing the ice down your neck, his tongue lapping at the melting droplets. He's torturous, painfully slow, his breath hot against your skin. He reaches the hollow of your throat, pressing the ice cube against your pulse point. You can feel your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps. He lingers there, his tongue swirling, his breath hot, contrasting sharply with the cold. Then he moves lower, tracing the ice down your sternum, between your breasts. Your nipples harden, straining against the fabric of your shirt. He pauses at the neckline, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. He hooks a finger in the collar of your shirt, tugging it down slightly to expose more of your chest. He presses the ice cube to the swell of your breast, his tongue following, tracing circles around your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra. You arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips. He smirks against your skin, knowing he's driving you wild. "K-Kento,"you whisper, your voice trembling with need. He pulls back, the ice cube long melted, his eyes dark with desire. He smirks, pressing a quick, hard kiss to your lips before turning and walking back to his seat. He sits down, adjusting himself discreetly, his gaze never leaving yours. He turns to Satoru, a wicked grin on his face, "Your turn, Satoru. I think our little sweetheart here is ready for more." Satoru stands, his movements fluid, predatory. He walks towards you, his eyes raking over your body, lingering on your hardened nipples, your flushed skin. He leans in close, his voice low and husky, "I hope the next dare is to make you scream my name, princess." Suguru watches from his seat, his eyes burning with hunger. He shifts uncomfortably, his arousal evident.

The Dare : Marked by You

Choose the person you want to leave a visible mark (like a hickey or bite) where you want to. Then they can choose where they want leave one on you.

Satoru's eyes light up with excitement as he reads the dare. He looks at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "Perfect," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He stands, walking over to you with a predatory grace. He reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto his lap. You gasp, straddling him, your skirt riding up your thighs. He grips your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, "I'm going to mark you as mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. He sucks hard on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a dark, bruise-like mark. You moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. He pulls back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. Satoru keeps you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. He tilts his head to the side, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of his collarbone. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire, "Mark me, princess," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. He guides your hand to his chest, pressing your fingers against his warm skin. You can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath your touch. He leans into you, his breath hot against your ear, "Show them all that I'm yours." His other hand slides up your thigh, his touch distracting, encouraging. He's offering himself to you, daring you to claim him as he claimed you, right here, in front of everyone. You lean in, pressing your lips to Satoru's collarbone. You suck gently, your teeth grazing his skin, leaving a dark, bruise-like mark. He curses under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening. You pull back, admiring your handiwork with a satisfied smirk. He squeezes your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. He lifts you off his lap, setting you back in your seat. He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear, "Your turn again, princess. And this time, I hope you to choose something... daring. "He winks, a mischievous glint in his eye, before returning to his seat. He spreads his legs wide, his arousal evident, a silent challenge thrown your way.

The Dare : Wall Trap

The closest opposite gender across you to trap you against the wall for 30 seconds. They can say whatever they want in your ear… as long as they doesn’t touch you.

You stand, your heart racing with anticipation. You scan the room, your eyes landing on Nanami. He's sitting across from you, his gaze intense, hungry. You walk over to him, stopping when you're standing directly in front of him. He looks up at you, his eyes darkening with desire. You grab his arm, pulling him to his feet. He follows your lead, allowing you to guide him to the wall. You press him against it, your body close but not touching. He's tall, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear, "I want to strip you bare," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Right here, right now. I want to explore every inch of your body with my hands, my mouth." His words send a shiver down your spine, your imagination running wild with the possibilities. He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear, "I want to taste you, devour you. I want to hear you scream my name as you come apart in my arms." His breath is hot against your skin, his words explicit, dirty. You can feel your face flush, your heart racing. Your body responds eagerly, your nipples hardening, your core aching with need. He smirks, knowing the effect he's having on you, "Tell me you don't want that, "he challenges, his voice a low purr," A soft moan escapes your lips as Nanami's words wash over you, your body trembling with desire. He smirks, satisfied with your reaction. He leans back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours as the last few seconds tick by. When the time is up, he pushes off the wall, adjusting his clothes discreetly. He walks back to his seat, a smug grin on his face. You return to your seat, your cheeks flushed, your body humming with arousal. You cross your legs, trying to ease the ache between your thighs. You're acutely aware of Suguru's gaze on you, his eyes dark with hunger. He chuckles low in his throat, "Finally, my turn," he says, his voice dripping with promise. He stands, his movements fluid, predatory. He looks at each of you in turn, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face, "I think it's time we raised the stakes a little."

The Dare : Body Shot Upgrade

Choose the person and make them lie back, then take a body shot off their body part of your choice. Bonus: You have to lick the salt, not use your fingers.

Suguru's eyes gleam with mischief as he reads the dare. He looks at you, his gaze lingering on your cleavage, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He walks over to you, his movements deliberate, predatory. "Lie back," he commands, his voice low and husky. You hesitate for a moment, then obey, lying back on the couch. He kneels beside you, his hand trailing up your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He reaches the hem of your shirt, his fingers slipping underneath, lifting it slightly to expose more of your skin. He leans down, his breath hot against your stomach. He pours the salt, the grains sticking to your skin, outlining your cleavage. You gasp, your back arching slightly. He sits back, admiring his handiwork. He picks up the lime wedge, sucking on it, his eyes never leaving yours. Suguru leans down, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your cleavage, collecting the salt. You moan softly, your fingers gripping the couch cushions. He repeats the motion, his tongue lingering, savoring the taste of your skin. You can hear Nanami and Satoru's reactions, their groans and muttered curses filling the room. Suguru pulls back, the lime wedge clenched between his teeth. He bites into it, the juice dripping down his chin, onto your chest. He leans down, his tongue lapping at the liquid, his lips brushing your skin. You arch into him, your breath coming in short gasps. He sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face, his chest heaving. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire, "Delicious," he murmurs, his voice husky. He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze challenging you to react. You sit up slowly, your movements dazed, your chest heaving. You arrange your shirt, trying to cover yourself, but it's too late. Suguru, Satoru, and Nanami have already seen the evidence of your arousal. Your nipples strain against the thin fabric of your bra, the outline clearly visible. Your breasts threaten to spill out of your top, the material stretched tight across your chest. You cross your legs, but not before Satoru catches a glimpse of your wet panties. He groans under his breath, his eyes darkening with desire. He leans in close, his voice low and husky, "You're soaked, aren't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. You blush, biting your lip to stifle a moan. He smirks, knowing he's hit the mark. He reaches out, his hand resting on your thigh, his fingers brushing the hem of your skirt teasingly. Satoru stops, his hand hovering just above your knee. He leans back, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "Nanamin's turn," he says, his voice dripping with anticipation. He looks at Nanami, a challenge in his eyes, "I'm sure he'll pick something...interesting." He settles back in his seat, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing your shoulder. He watches Nanami expectantly, his gaze flicking between you and the other man, a smirk playing on his lips. He's enjoying this, teasing you, building the tension. He knows Nanami won't disappoint, that he'll choose something that will push your limits, test your boundaries. He's eager to see how you'll react, to hear the sounds you'll make, the pleas that will fall from your lips.

The Dare : Favorite Flavor

The closest opposite gender to your right gets to lick whipped cream or chocolate syrup off the body part of their choice

You saunter over to Nanami, a wicked glint in your eye. He looks up at you, his expression a mix of surprise and excitement. You hold out your hand to Satoru, who places the whipped cream bottle in your palm. You turn back to Nanami, a slow smirk spreading across your face, "Arm," you say, your voice low and commanding. He extends his arm, his muscles flexing under your touch. You squeeze the bottle, a line of whipped cream appearing on his skin. You start at his wrist, your tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his arm. You take your time, savoring the sweet taste, the smooth feel of his skin. You can see the goosebumps rising on his flesh, hear his breath hitching. He's imagining it's his cock you're licking, you know. You reach his elbow, then his shoulder, your tongue swirling around the muscle. You pull back, admiring your handiwork. Nanami's arm is coated in whipped cream, his skin flushed, his eyes dark with desire. He's breathing heavily, his jaw clenched, his hands fists at his sides. You can see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his arousal. He's struggling to maintain his composure, to not reach out and grab you, to not beg you to continue. You lean in close, your lips brushing his ear, "Like that, do you?" you whisper, your voice husky. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Fuck," he mutters, his voice strained. You smirk, knowing you've got him right where you want him. You turn to Satoru, holding out the whipped cream bottle, "Your turn," you say, your voice dripping with suggestion. He takes the bottle, his eyes never leaving yours, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face.

The Dare : Cherry Mouth Game

Choose someone to feed you a cherry using their mouth only ­­—no hands allowed.

Satoru holds out a cherry, the ripe fruit glistening in the light. He looks at you, his eyes burning with desire, "Feed me, princess," he commands, his voice low and husky. You take the cherry, holding it gently between your fingers. You climb onto his lap, straddling him, your skirt riding up your thighs. He groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. You bring the cherry to your lips, placing the stem between them. You lean in, your lips brushing his, the cherry pressed against his mouth. He opens, his tongue darting out to take the fruit. He bites down, his teeth grazing your lip, drawing a gasp from you. He chews, swallowing, his eyes never leaving yours. He's hard beneath you, his arousal evident. He tilts his hips, grinding against you, his breath coming in short gasps. You pull back, the cherry stem dangling from your lips. You bite it, your tongue working deftly to tie it into a knot. You hold it up, a smug smile on your face, showing off your little trick. Satoru's eyes widen, a low whistle escaping his lips, "Fuck," he mutters, his voice filled with admiration and desire. He watches, mesmerized, as you had shown him what you can do with your tongue. He shifts uncomfortably, his arousal evident. He reaches down, adjusting himself discreetly. He looks at you, his gaze intense, burning with hunger. He stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He walks back to his seat, his movements stiff, his breathing heavy. He sits down, spreading his legs wide, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. He's struggling to maintain his composure, to not reach out and grab you, to not beg you to continue.

The Dare : Lap Dance Roulette

Spin the bottle and whoever it lands on will get a30-second lap dance from you—no music, just eye contact. Everyone else rates it (and has to drink if they give it a 10).

You spin the bottle, watching as it spins wildly before slowing and finally landing on Suguru. He looks up at you, a smirk playing on his lips, "Lucky me," he murmurs, spreading his legs invitingly. You climb onto his lap, your skirt riding up your thighs. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You start to move, rolling your hips, your hands roaming his chest. You lean in, your lips brushing his ear, "No music, "you whisper, your breath hot against his skin. He shivers, his grip tightening. You sit up, locking eyes with him, your gaze intense. You grind down, your movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild. You can see the others watching, their eyes dark with desire. Nanami leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on you. Satoru bites his lip, his eyes following your every move. You continue your lap dance, your movements becoming more intense. You run your hands through Suguru's hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. You lean down, your lips brushing his pulse point, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. He groans, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You can hear the others murmuring, their breaths growing heavier, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Nanami leans back in his chair, his hand drifting to his crotch, adjusting himself discreetly. Satoru's eyes are wide, his pupils dilated with desire .He's gripping the arms of his chair, his knuckles white. You're lost in the moment, in the sensations, in the power you hold over these men. Then, suddenly, Satoru's voice cuts through the haze, "Time's up." You freeze, your chest heaving, your skin flushed. You climb off Suguru's lap, your legs trembling slightly. He looks up at you, his eyes glazed with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You turn to Nanami and Satoru, who are staring at you with open mouths and bulging eyes. They exchange a glance, then simultaneously reach for their drinks, downing them in one gulp. It's clear they both gave your performance a 10.You smirk, feeling powerful and desirable.

The Dare : Cherry Trail

Run a trail of cherry juice from the person of your choice from collarbone to waistband—slowly lick it clean while keeping eye contact. End with the cherry in your mouth… and offer it to her your way.

Suguru grabs a bottle of cherry juice, a wicked glint in his eye. He turns to you, a smirk on his lips, "Time for revenge," he murmurs, popping the cap and pouring a line of juice from your collarbone to your waistband. It's cold, sending a shiver down your spine. He sets the bottle aside and leans in, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your skin. You gasp, your fingers gripping his shoulders. He takes his time, his tongue swirling around each cherry droplet, his eyes locked on yours. You moan softly, your head falling back, your chest heaving. He reaches the bottom of the trail, his tongue flicking out to catch the last drop. He holds up the cherry, a smug smile on his face. He leans in close, his breath hot against your lips, "Open up," he murmurs. You part your lips, your tongue darting out to accept the fruit. As you bite into the cherry, Suguru's hands slide up your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh. You moan around the fruit, your eyes fluttering closed. He smirks, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "You like being the center of attention, having us all eat you up with our eyes." His fingers slip under the hem of your skirt, brushing against your core. You gasp, your hips jerking forward. He chuckles, his breath hot against your skin. He pulls back, looking at you with a mixture of hunger and amusement. He nods to Satoru, a silent signal. Satoru leans forward, his eyes dark with desire, "She's soaked," he says, his voice dripping with suggestion, "Just from that little taste. Imagine what she's like when she's really turned on." He looks at you, his gaze intense, challenging.

The Dare : Who Makes You Break

Choose the person you want to touch or kiss however you want and that person must stay silent and still. You win by making them say your name.

Nanami stands, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He walks over to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He grabs your waist, spinning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch. You gasp, your hands gripping the cushions. He kneels behind you, his breath hot against your inner thigh. He kisses your skin, his lips soft, teasing. He starts at your knee, his mouth trailing up, inch by inch. You can feel his grip tightening on your waist, your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh. He's so close to your core, but never quite touching. You whimper, your hips shifting, desperate for more. He smirks against your skin, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. Satoru leans in, his voice low and husky, "You fucking like that, don’t you princess?” Suguru nods in agreement, his voice strained, "He's torturing her, and she's loving every minute of it." Nanami's lips brush the edge of your panties, his breath hot against your core. You moan softly, your hips bucking forward. He chuckles, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. He pulls back, blowing a stream of cool air over your heated flesh. You whimper, your fingers digging into the couch cushions. He starts again, kissing his way back down your thigh, his hands roaming your body possessively. He grips your hips, pulling you back slightly, exposing you further. You can feel his eyes on you, taking in the sight of your arousal, your need. Nanami bites down on your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just inches from your core. You cry out, your back arching, your hands fisting in his hair. "Kento!" you moan, your voice thick with desire. He releases your thigh, soothing the bite mark with a gentle kiss. He helps you back to your seat, his hands lingering on your waist, your hips. Suguru chuckles, shaking his head, "Look at her, all flushed and needy," he remarks, his eyes glinting with amusement. Satoru stands, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "My turn," he says, his voice dripping with promise. He looks at each of you in turn, his gaze lingering on your flushed face, your heaving chest. He cracks his knuckles, a slow, deliberate motion, "Let's see if I can make her scream."

The Dare : Three-on-One

Pick one who will stand in the middle while the rest touches at once for 30 seconds—but they each have to choose a different spot. No talking. Just heat.

Satoru grins, pulling you gently to the center of the room. He nods to the others, who surround you, their eyes dark with desire. Satoru reaches out, his hands sliding under your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra. He squeezes gently, his thumbs brushing your nipples. You gasp, your back arching into his touch. Suguru presses against your back, his hands gripping your ass, kneading the flesh. You can feel his hardness against your lower back, his breathing heavy in your ear. Nanami kneels in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs, his fingers brushing against your core through your underwear. You moan softly, your hips jerking forward. You're surrounded by their touch, their heat, their desire. It's overwhelming, intense. You can hear the timer ticking down, each second stretching into eternity. Your skin is on fire, your core aching, your nipples hard peaks. As the timer alarms, you're left trembling, on the verge of release. Your chest heaves, your skin flushed, your underwear soaked. Suguru kisses your neck gently, his hands guiding you to the dare pile. He whispers in your ear, "Pick a good one," his voice husky with desire. You're dazed, your mind foggy with arousal. You reach out, your fingers brushing against the dares, searching for something that will satisfy the ache inside you. You can feel the others watching, their eyes burning into you, their breaths heavy with anticipation. You finally select a dare, holding it up with a trembling hand. It’s a simple dare, but one that promises to push your limits further. You look at the others, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in your eyes, as you prepare to read the dare aloud.

The Dare : Strip for the Winner

Play a quick round of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" with each guy. Whoever beats you gets to remove one article of your clothing—with their teeth.

You play Rock, Paper, Scissors with Satoru, your heart racing with anticipation. You choose Rock, but Satoru chooses Paper. He grins, victorious, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "Lucky me," he says, his voice low and husky. He kneels in front of you, his hands gripping the hem of your shirt. He leans in, his teeth sinking into the fabric. He tugs gently, pulling the shirt up and off, revealing your torso. You gasp, your skin pebbling under his gaze. He tosses the shirt aside, his eyes lingering on your breasts, barely contained by your bra. He smirks, standing up and stepping back, "Your turn," he says, nodding to the next challenger. You're left standing there, exposed, your heart pounding in your chest, wondering who will claim the next piece of your clothing. You face off against Suguru, your heart pounding in your chest. This time, you choose Paper, but Suguru chooses Rock. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He steps closer, his mouth opening, his teeth bared. He leans in, his teeth sinking into the strap of your bra. He tugs gently, his teeth pulling the strap off your shoulder, the fabric sliding down. He moves to the other side, repeating the process, his teeth carefully removing the other strap. Your bra hangs loosely, barely covering your breasts, your nipples straining against the thin fabric. You blush, your hands hovering uncertainly over your chest. But Suguru leans back, admiring his work, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Satoru and Nanami exchange a glance, their eyes dark with desire. Satoru leans forward, his voice low and husky, "So fucking beautiful, princess." You face Nanami, your last hope for keeping some semblance of clothing. But fate isn't on your side tonight. You choose Scissors, but Nanami chooses Rock. He grins wickedly, his eyes raking over your barely covered body. He kneels in front of you, his hands gripping the hem of your skirt. He leans in, his teeth sinking into the waistband of your panties. He tugs gently, pulling the fabric down, exposing your wet core. You gasp, your hands flying to your skirt, trying to cover yourself. But Nanami is relentless, his teeth carefully removing your panties, inch by inch. He pulls them off completely, tossing them aside. You're left standing there, your skirt barely covering your hips, your bare pussy on display. Satoru lets out a low whistle, his eyes fixed on your glistening folds. Suguru leans forward, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Nanami pockets your underwear with a smirk, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, "I hope Suguru gets a good dare," he murmurs, his voice low and suggestive. He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours, a wicked glint in their depths. You blush, your mind racing with the possibilities of what Suguru's dare might entail. Satoru leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on you, "What do you think he'll choose?" he asks, his voice dripping with curiosity. Suguru grins, unphased by their speculation. He reaches for the dare pile, his hand hovering over the stack of slips of paper. He selects one, holding it up with a triumphant smirk. He looks at each of you in turn, his gaze lingering on your exposed body. Then, with a deep breath, he reads the dare aloud.

The Dare : Lap Dance… Topless

Choose someone from the group who will give you a topless lapdance. Make out and touching are only allowed.

Suguru reads the dare, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He pats his lap, a clear invitation. You climb onto his lap, your skirt riding up your thighs. He wraps his arms around your waist, his hands roaming your bare back. You start to move, rolling your hips, your breasts swaying with each movement. He groans, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh. You lean in close, your lips brushing his ear, "Lose the bra," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. You reach behind you, unclasping the bra, letting it fall away. Your breasts are bare now, your nipples hard peaks. He squeezes your ass, hard, his fingers spreading, your folds parting under the pressure. You gasp, your hips jerking forward. He takes advantage, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. Suguru pulls his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso and abs. He watches you intently as you move, his eyes dark with desire. You grind against him, your bare breasts brushing against his chest, your nipples hardening at the contact. You lean back, arching your spine, thrusting your breasts forward. You look at the others, giving them a seductive smile, ensuring they're enjoying the show. You run your hands down your body, over your curves, your hips, your thighs. You spread your legs wider, giving them a glimpse of your wet folds. You can hear their breaths growing heavier, their eyes fixed on your every move. Suguru groans, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. He's rock hard beneath you, his erection pressing against your core. You roll your hips, grinding against him, teasing him, teasing all of them. You finish your lap dance with a flourish, your body pressed against Suguru's bare torso. You take a mouthful of alcohol, your tiny hands gripping his jaw. You lean in close, your lips brushing his, and you pass the liquid between your mouths. He drinks deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing. You can feel his grip tightening on your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh, giving the guys a full view of your bare backside and glistening folds. You pull back, a string of liquid connecting your lips. You lick it away, a seductive smile on your face. Then, with a final grind against Suguru's erection, you climb off his lap and return to your seat. You feel the burn of the alcohol, giving you courage, emboldening you for the dares to come. You look at the guys, your eyes challenging, your body on display, ready for whatever they throw at you next.

The Dare : 7 Minutes in Heaven

You and the person sitting across will have to stay in a closed room for 7 minutes. No rules about what happens inside.

Nanami pulls you gently to the closet, a wicked grin on his face. He closes the door behind you, plunging you into darkness. He presses you against the door, his body pinning yours. He kisses you roughly, his tongue invading your mouth, his hands roaming your body. He finds your nipples, pinching them hard, rolling them between his fingers. You gasp into his mouth, your back arching. He slides a hand between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. He circles it, applying pressure, making you moan. Then, without warning, he plunges a finger inside you, pumping it in and out. He kisses you harder, his tongue dominating yours, muffling your cries of pleasure. He adds a second finger, curling them, hitting that spot deep inside. He kisses you through your orgasm, swallowing your screams, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace until you're shaking and spent. Nanami pulls back, his fingers still buried inside you. He looks up at you, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "We still have three minutes," he murmurs, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. He doesn't wait for a response. He kneels down, burying his face between your legs. He laps at your pussy, his tongue flat and firm, licking up your juices. He curls his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside, pumping them in and out. You're still sensitive from your first orgasm, and his touch sends shockwaves through your body. He doesn't let up, his tongue swirling around your clit, his fingers pistoning in and out. You can feel another orgasm building, your legs shaking, your hands gripping his hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth, and that's all it takes.

The Dare : Mirror Reflection

Person of your choice. The two of you stand fully bare in front of a mirror. Either your or the person can touch whoever is in front slowly from behind and kiss their neck while maintaining eye contact with their reflection until they come.

Satoru pulls you to the full-length mirror, a wicked grin on his face. He strips your last remaining clothing, his hands roaming your body appreciatively. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall," he murmurs, pressing you against it. He stands behind you, his hard body against your back. You can see both of you reflected in the glass, your flushed faces, your heaving chests. He reaches around, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing gently. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, pinching them lightly. You gasp, your head falling back against his shoulder. He leans in, his lips brushing your neck. "Look at us," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin," so beautiful, so perfect." His hands slide down, over your stomach, your hips. He finds your folds, slipping a finger inside. You moan, your hips jerking forward. He adds another finger, pumping them slowly, his thumb circling your clit. Satoru continues his slow, deliberate pace, his fingers sliding in and out of your wet heat. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your back, long and thick. He grinds against you, the friction sending shivers through your body. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear, "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, "You like feeling my cock against you, while I fuck you with my fingers." His words send a thrill through you, your inner walls clenching around his digits. He smirks at your reflection, his eyes dark with desire. He picks up the pace, his fingers moving faster, harder. He curls them, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. You're panting now, your hips moving in rhythm with his hand. He kisses your neck, sucking, biting, marking you. You can feel your orgasm building, your legs shaking. He looks at you through the mirror, his gaze intense as he watches your reflection intently as your orgasm crashes over you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your eyes rolling back, your body convulsing against his. He doesn't stop, his fingers continuing their relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure. When you finally collapse against him, spent and trembling, he pulls his fingers out slowly. He lifts them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He licks them clean, savoring your taste. He sucks each finger, his tongue swirling around the digits, cleaning every last drop. It's obscenely erotic, watching him taste you, watching him enjoy the fruits of his labor. He grins at your reflection, a smug, satisfied smile. That was just the beginning, his smile seems to say. There's so much more to come.

The Dare : Touch and Tease

Touch yourself until one makes a sound. Feel free to use whatever technique to get a sound from your audience.

Empowered by the amount of liquid luck in your system, you spread your legs, your wet folds glistening in the light. You start by squeezing your breasts, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. You pinch your nipples, rolling them between your fingers, a soft moan escaping your lips. You look at the guys, biting your lip seductively. Their eyes are fixed on you, their breaths heavy, their hands clenched at their sides. You slide a hand down your stomach, your fingers brushing your clit. You circle it slowly, your head falling back at the sensation. You whimper, hips lifting off the couch. You insert a finger inside, your walls still slick from Satoru's attention. You pump it in and out, your thumb rubbing your clit. You add another finger, stretching yourself, filling yourself. You can hear the guys' breathing getting heavier, their control slipping. Suguru shifts in his seat, his hand moving to his crotch. Nanami's eyes are glazed over, his pupils dilated. He's biting his lip, hard, trying to hold back a groan. Satoru is gripping the couch cushions, his knuckles white. His gaze is intense, burning into you. You add a third finger, your hand moving faster, your fingers curling inside you. You're close, so close. You look at them, your eyes challenging. You want to hear them, want to break their control. You crash your fingers against your clit, your body tensing. You're on the edge, just about to fall. That's when you hear it - a low, guttural groan from Suguru. You moan, your voice husky and seductive, "Oh my god, guys..." You arch your back, your fingers moving faster, your other hand squeezing your breast ."So good, fuck..." You look at Suguru, a wicked smile on your face. He's panting, his eyes wild. "Please," he begs, "Let me touch you." You ignore him, turning to Satoru. He's leaning forward, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you thinking about our cocks?" he asks, his voice low and rough. You nod, biting your lip. You look at Nanami, who's gripping the couch, his knuckles white. "Come for us," he growls, "Show us how much you want us." You obey, your orgasm crashing over you. You come with a scream, your body shaking, your fingers buried deep inside you. You can hear their curses, their groans of frustration.

The Dare : Brainrot

The person on your left has to make you forget your name using only their mouth and tongue.

You return from the bathroom, your legs still shaky, but your confidence unwavering. You're naked, your body on full display. You sit between Satoru and Suguru — each already half naked, chests bare. Suguru draws a paper, reading it aloud, then looks at you with a wicked grin on his face. He hands you the paper, "Either I do all the work, and you just open that pretty little mouth," he says, his voice low and husky, "Or you kneel between my legs on the floor." You choose the former, kneeling on the couch. He stands, his hard cock level with your face. He grips your hair, guiding you forward. He slides his thick length into your mouth, groaning at the sensation. He starts to move, fucking your mouth, his hips thrusting forward. Suguru continues to move, his thick cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag, tears springing to your eyes, but you don't pull back. You relax your throat, taking him deeper, your nose pressing against his pelvis. He groans, his fingers tightening in your hair, "Fuck, your mouth is so tight," he pants, "So fucking good." He pulls back, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a pop. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. He praises you, his voice husky, "You took me so well, like you were made for my cock." He slides back into your mouth, fucking you harder, faster. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps. He buries himself deep in your throat, his cock pulsing as you feel his hot cum shooting down your throat. You keep him steady, your hands gripping his hips. You look up at him, your eyes locked on his, as you swallow every drop of his cum. He groans, his body shuddering, stunned by your obedience. He pulls out slowly, his cock slipping from your lips. He looks at you, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with admiration, but at loss with words. You smirked, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, then kisses Suguru’s shoulder as you said, “You’re welcome, handsome.”

[corneski]

JJK MEN x READ RECEIPTS !

left on read! trope w/ the jjk men in which they accidentally (some not so) leaving you on read. femreader ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo

cw swearing, one kys joke.

note. nobody tell me to charge my phone pls im on it…

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Gojo Convincing You To Sneak Out Of The Dorms

Gojo Satoru X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: Breaking the rules with Gojo, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 2: here

(A/N:) I don’t know about y’all but I am LOVING the new season of Jujutsu Kaisen! I read the manga and keep up with all the chapters coming out but this was what I was most excited to see come to life. The arc that delves into the past is my top favorite and I love seeing student Gojo. So be prepared for some more Gojo fics and I even have a couple Toji fics lined up as well. If Gojo didn’t exist in the JJK universe I think I’d be a Toji fangirl through and through. Anyway I had to write this and sorry for my absence here lately hopefully that’ll make up for it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You should have been asleep hours ago, but for some reason all you could do was lay in bed and look at the ceiling. The alarm clock at your bedside glowing in the darkness, reminding you of every minute that went by that you needed to get some sleep. Your frustrations grew when the time turned one in the morning and still sleep evaded you. You finally set up, the blankets bunching at your waist before reaching for the lamp at your bedside. You couldn’t even turn the switch when tapping came from your dorm window. You jumped, squeaking in surprise. With a trembling hand you turned on the lamp to spy a head of silvery white hair behind the glass. Gojo waved wildly, grinning like the cat that got the cream as he spotted you, wide awake. His ever present sunglasses reflecting the lamplight when you got up and walked to the window. He backed up giving you enough room to open it and peek your head out.

“What are you doing,” you seethed as you wanted to shout but had to stick with whispering angrily. “You scared me half to death!”

“Can’t sleep,” he asked while moving his body back and forth. It reminded you of rice moving in the wind. You snorted at the thought, as Gojo was slim and tall like rice. He cocked his head but you waved his curiosity away.

“No and now I really won’t be able to with my adrenaline going crazy thanks to you.”

“Let’s sneak out.”

Of course you should have known not to expect an apology from Gojo Satoru. You believed that he would burst into flames if he said ‘I’m sorry’. It wasn’t the powerful sorcerer in training’s style. But you found yourself drawn to him anyway as deep down despite his cocky attitude and devil may care attitude he was a good person. He would make a great teacher if he didn’t get kicked out from his incessant shenanigans first. You couldn’t believe the principal hadn’t gotten rid of him yet. Though you were sure it’s because Satoru was from the Gojo clan with a sprinkle of their teacher protecting him.

“No,” you answered your patience running short. “I’m sick of getting in trouble because of you.”

“We’ll be extra careful,” Gojo replied. “Those other times were just flukes.”

“And I’m sure leaving me alone to take the brunt of the blame was just a fluke too,” you retorted. “I’m not taking the fall for you anymore Satoru Gojo.”

You were about to shut the window in his face when he snagged the frame with his hand. His blue eyes staring straight through you as his sunglasses had slipped down his nose. You sucked in a breath as he grinned.

“We both know you ratted me out every time,” Gojo replied. You tried to pull the window close but his grip was firm and wouldn’t budge.

“I still got in trouble,” you said. There was no reason in lying to him as Gojo knew everything that happened in the school. And you weren’t ashamed at throwing him under the bus. It helped take your punishment down a notch. So if it helped you out and got the reason behind your bad behavior punished further, so be it. Gojo would do the same thing in the situation, if he actually cared about getting into trouble.

“C’mon,” he purred, “let’s go to the beach. You can’t sleep anyway.”

The beach did sound fun and despite yourself you felt your willpower beginning to flounder at every word and every glance in those heavenly blue eyes.

“Why don’t you go bother Geto,” you groaned. He chuckled before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. It stunned you but you didn’t let Gojo see how much the affection effected you. Climbing out of the window you stood beside your partner in crime within seconds. Your lamp still glowing on your bedside and the window ajar, you gently closed it back but not latching it. If you couldn’t get back into your room and you would have to bunk with Satoru and he wouldn’t let you sleep at all if you ever grew tired.

The city was asleep as you both rarely came across another person on the sidewalk you traversed. The ones you did run into turned out to be drunk office workers on their way home from drinking with their coworkers. Gojo would make fun of their stumbling gates as they passed by, which had you giggling into your hand. The air had a chill and you shivered at the icy breeze that passed through your night clothes. Despite acting like he didn’t care majority of the time about others unless ordered to, Gojo stepped closer every time pulling you into his side. His body though tall and lanky was well built and you blushed at the feeling of his toned form pressed against you. You only shoved him away after you warmed up and couldn’t take your burning cheeks anymore.

When you began to hear the waves lapping at the sandy shore did you take off running. Gojo quickly caught up and you both raced to the water. Of course he won and you wound up having to catch your breath halfway there. He teased you kicking at the water while all you could do was glare in his direction, which only made the young sorcerer laugh harder at your plight. Before you could finish regaining your strength, Gojo dashed across the sand again scooping you up and then running back to the water. You were sure he was going to throw you into the salty waves, but surprisingly he set you down gently in the sand. The lights of ships in the distance filled the night and the dock lights illuminated the golden sand. You breathed in deeply, filling your senses with fresh air. Though you knew if the principle found out you both had snuck out...again... you would be in horrible trouble you were glad you both snuck out. Your body wouldn’t allow you to sleep anyway and the atmosphere that surrounded the beach always soothed you no matter what. 

Gojo was quiet for the longest time letting you soak in the calming surroundings in peace. When you sighed and your shoulders drooped, he silently took your hand. You glanced up at the young man that was just a little older than you, his blue eyes glancing down at you. An unfamiliar light glimmered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to question it. You were about to say something when an enraged voice called from the docks. Both your names echoed across the water and your blood froze. Foiled again and it didn’t take long for Gojo to revert back to normal Gojo, except this time when he took off running you were in tow. Your feet churned up sand and you could barely keep up, but as the adrenaline surged you found yourself laughing in amusement. Gojo laughed with you as you both ran to make your escape. The thought of going back never crossed your mind as you lost yourself enjoying the escape that Gojo talked you into. You gripped his hand tighter and willed yourself to run faster, keeping up with his longer legs while the teachers tried their best to keep up. You were glad that you weren’t able to sleep as you would have missed this with him.

[penfz]

The Beginning

SukunaXFemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Reader is in search for a babysitter for her daughter, Yuuji is in search of a part time job, and Sukuna is receiving an uncalled for nickname.

A/N: I apologize that there’s no clear timeline or order in the story, but I think I like it this way.

Also... apologies for any errors. I didn't proofread.

Sukuna X FemReader Master List

“Arghhh!”

This was probably the 5th baby sitter applicant Y/N had gone through. It was ok that you’re picky right? This is a stranger you would be entrusting your daughter too, and a stranger in your home.

Money technically wasn’t the problem, it was the lack of experience the applicants have. While yes, you would prefer a younger applicant, someone your daughter could get along with better, it was probably a better idea to hire someone older with more experience.

But then an applicant’s name caught your eye.

Yuuji Itadori had an honest application email, a highschool student looking for a part time job with minimum pay. He has no experience in looking after children, but he is good with kids. And, he’s your neighbour… technically his house was right behind yours.

Yeah, why not.

Within, the next hour, there was a knock on your door, and a young male with fluffy pink hair and a huge smile on his face, stood before you.

“Hi, I’m Yuuji Itadori.” He said as he reached his hand out for a handshake.

You smiled at his kind gesture, and shook his hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. Please come in.” “You’re new to the neighborhood right?” Yuuji continued his friendly conversation, following you inside. “Yeah, almost 8 months ago.” You explained. “I never got to meet everyone in the neighborhood yet unfortunately, things have been busy since.” “That’s ok, my grandpa said he introduced himself to you before.” Yuuji grinned. “Oh! Yes, Mr. Wasuke Itadori! Such a kind man, how is he?” “Oh, he passed away a few months ago.” And then Yuuji’s smile faltered for a moment. “But he wouldn’t us to be sad.”

You paused for a moment, Yuuji’s words making you grieve for the kind older man. But Yuuji’s smile and reassurance, only made you smile back in return.

“Oh, your grandpa mentioned that you have an older brother. Is it just the 2 of you now?” You asked. “Yeah, he’s probably out right now at the gym. He’ll be home later. Did you want to meet him?” Yuuji asked curiously. “One day.” You laughed a bit. “Your grandpa mentioned he’s mean looking.” You joked. “Oh yeah he kind of is.” Yuuji thought about it, his playfulness in his tone still there. “I would say run if you ever see a mean looking guy in the neighborhood.” “This is good advice.” You laughed.

Yuuji’s interview started as a friendly conversation, to the introduction to your daughter, to your daughter asking him to stay for dinner, and then to the end of your search for a babysitter.

“So, are you still up to babysit Aika?” You asked as you and Aika dropped Yuuji off at his house. “Wait, really?!” Yuuji asked excitedly. “Yeah.” You smiled back. “You guys seem to get along really well, and you seem more then capable enough of taking care of her. Send me your schedule and we can start planning a working schedule.” “Alright!” Yuuji cheered out loud. “You hear that Aika, we can chill again soon! We can go to an arcade!” “And get icecream!” Aika cheered back. “And watch movies!” “And get popcorn!” “And play video games!” “And eat pizza!”

You smiled at the interaction between your daughter and Yuuji, but then began to wonder if she was hungry with the way she was listing food. And you just fed her too.

~

Yuuji entered the house as you and Aika started heading home.

“You’re home late, brat. Why didn’t you tell me what time you’re coming home?” “Oh, Suku-nii!” Yuuji smiled at his older brother. “Sorry, I had an interview for a baby sitting job and I got distracted.” “Baby sitting job?” Sukuna questioned, Yuuji doesn’t even have an experience baby sitting since he’s the youngest in the house. “How did that go?” “Great! I got the job!” Yuuji continued with his large grin.

Well Sukuna didn’t expect that bit of news.

“Oh? Congratulations kid.” Sukuna gave a small smile back, he was proud. “Who you babysitting?” “Her names Aika, she’s the neighbour behind us.” Yuuji explained as he pulled out his phone. “I just need to send her mom my school schedule, she doesn’t want baby sitting to interfere with school or homework.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow at that fact. He was thankful for that information, for he wanted Yuuji to concentrate on school and homework as well.

“Ok, well send me your work schedule when you get it so I know where you are. And give me your employers number, in case I can’t reach you.” Sukuna instructed as he started heading upstairs. “Okay!” Yuuji answered.

~

And this was the last thing Sukuna expected. Coming home from… a date? A fling? He wasn’t sure what to call it. He only stopped by a high end bar to grab a quick drink, after his new boss had went in on him about missed deadlines. It was there, that a young woman was flirting with him, which made his evening a little better. But, he didn’t expect to be coming home to two brats.

“Yuuji.” Sukuna addressed, as he noticed an extra pair of shoes at the door. Although a small child size. “I’m in the living room!” Yuuji yelled back. Sukuna signed with annoyance, brat wasn’t going to let him know he had a guest over?

Sukuna walked in, not expecting Yuuji to be doing his homework already. And definitely not expecting a young white haired female, to be asking Yuuji on her math homework.

“Yuuji! 5+3?” The young female asked. “I can’t give you the answers Aika.” Yuuji laughed as he furthered explained using the fruit he stole from the kitchen to aid her in her addition homework.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, he was impressed with the interaction between the two. In fact, the way Yuuji was teaching Aika addition, was the same way he taught him when he was younger.

“Oh, Suku- nii!” Yuuji called out with a large smile. “This is Aika, she’s the one I’m babysitting. Aika, this is my big brother.”

“Hi, nice to meet you Suki!” Aika called with a giant smile, one to rival Yuuji’s. Except no one else was smiling… as the Itadori brothers tried to figure out who the f*uk this child was calling ‘Suki’.

“Suki…?” Yuuji asked confused. “Suki.” Aika repeated as she pointed at Sukuna. Poor guy just met her and he’s already received a female name as a nickname.

And Yuuji was no help, he was already laughing.

Sukuna could only sigh. Wtf.

[xxfromthestartxx]

Silent Promises (Todo Aoi x Reader)

pairings: Todo Aoi x Fem!reader

summary: During the exchange event, a group of unregistered cursed spirits had evaded the area

warnings: MAJOR JJK SPOILERS!! Violence, Language

A/n: This part doesn't have that much Todo x reader type of situation sooo- you will get that much-deserved fluff and angst after this though!! •>●

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

You wander around the area, exorcising cursed spirits here and there- avoiding every sorcerer to limit your usage of your cursed energy. The sun was shining, and you could feel the other sorcerers using their cursed energy in the area. Honestly, it was overwhelming for you- the continuous spikes of energy are making you somewhat nauseous. "Wrong!" The echoes of Todo's words sent goosebumps along your spine, you could only imagine what was happening right now.

You shivered at the thought, though you know he won't kill Yuuji, the strength he has is inhumane. You stretched your back with a yawn, bored and tired of everything. You hummed, satisfied when a few bones cracked- stretching further until you let out a sigh of relief. "Doing nothing, my favorite thing to do." You grumbled, standing straight.

You were sure your juniors were taking care of the other sorcerers, but the guilty feeling in your stomach is fluttering. You were supposed to be fighting alongside them, not resting and just exterminating these damned curses. "Fuck it." You mumbled before summoning your cursed axe, swinging through another cursed spirits head.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead, your body shook for a second, feeling a foul amount of cursed energy. By the feel of it, it was coming from 2 individuals, your best guess, both are sorcerers. You feel like you're going to faint- the urge to silence the energy too much. You reached for your temples, massaging them a bit. "What the hell is wrong with them?" You winced, the energy clashing with each other affecting your own energy.

Soon enough, many sorcerers around the area are using their cursed energy. You let out a 'tsk', annoyed at the feeling of the spirits inside you bothering you to be let out. "Good grief, people these days." You huffed, closing your eyes and focusing on thinking straight. You could cancel out the lingering cursed energy but then you would replace it with your cursed energy. No, it's too unstable.

Your ears twitched a bit, the explosion catching you off guard. "Mechamaru." You mumbled, trying to deduct the situation. You closed your eyes, trying to pinpoint everyone with your cursed technique. You let your axe disappear and formed a rectangular shape using your fingers.

"Cursed technique: Borrow: See-through!" You opened your right eye, placing your finger just in front of it. You analyzed the area, seeing everyone based on the level of the cursed energy they are emitting. By the looks of it, Mechamaru is with Panda, and not far from them are Michimiya and Nobara. "Huh..." You trailed, lowering your arms and blinking a few times, letting the cursed technique wear off. "That will be a mess."

...

Hunting cursed spirits were boring you to death, but it was nice not using that much power. "Ah... I didn't expect this game to be so boring..." You sat on a tree branch, taking a good look at every fight with your cursed technique. It was a win-win situation, you get to cancel out the cursed energy that is making you nauseous and you can see every fight that can occur.

It was until your body stiffened, your hands shaking from what you can see. You cannot tell what was going on but you could see that a curse, a grade 1 if you are not mistaken, has shown in the area. You lowered your hands, eyes blurry from the sudden appearance of cursed spirits. "Shit."

You tried to stabilize your hands from the surprise, suddenly aware of the unregistered spirits around the area. "This can't be..." You grit your teeth together, not now. You stood up from the branch, summoning your axe from thin air. "And here I thought I would be bored to death."

You smirked, swinging your axe to your back before jumping from branches to branches, trying to catch up with Inumaki. Your eyes scanned the area, immediately spotting the familiar cursed spirit. "You again." You huffed, jumping in front of Inumaki, shielding him from the spirit.

"Hanami." You spat, holding the axe tight. "Little girl." Her voice echoed, making you wince. Both of you knew each other, you tried to absorb her and tame her as one of your cursed techniques, and by the looks of it, you've failed.

"Toge, run." He didn't need to be told twice before he fled away from the scene. "You're getting weak." She stated, and it pissed you because she could easily sense your struggle of handling your excess energy. "That's your perspective." You replied, swinging your axe, only to be blocked by her arm.

"It's the truth, you're a vessel of many." She said, growing some roots before striking you with them. You easily dodged her attack, annoyance evident in your face. This won't work, I'm in no shape to call out any spirit. You grit your teeth together before hopping away, creating distance between you and her.

"You're one to talk. You're a cursed spirit who works for other curses." You let out a smirk, it was easily replaced by a frown when a branch sliced through your cheek. Your eyes widened, staring at the curse standing distance away from you. Too fast.

You reach for your cheek, blood staining your fingertips. "Why you..." You were about to attack when a large scale of roots emerged- knowing you won't be able to stop it, you easily jumped on top of it, but it didn't stop where you were, it continued until you realized you were not the only target.

"Toge!" You exclaimed, turning to Hanami only to be met with no one. You huffed before running through the roots, desperate to get through Toge. "RUN!!" You shouted, emerging first before the roots, he caught up and nodded, but it was too late, the roots sped up on growing.

"Run away!" You heard Inumaki said as you reached the roof. You glanced at Megumi and Noritoshi fighting, but immediately started running away. The root struck the ground where they were supposed to be, the impact making you cringe.

The four of you continued to run, your brain was trying to formulate a plan without over exhausting your physical body. You didn't even realize it was a dead end until the doors were broken by a different set of roots. You immediately covered yourself, grabbing the three behind you and activating another cursed technique.

"Barrier!" You flinched at the impact, already feeling the ache in your head. "L/n-senpai!" Megumi grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. He furrowed his brows at your state, the dazed look on your eyes as the shield went down.

Hanami finally appeared once again, only to be faced with the four of you. "Why is there a cursed spirit at Jujutsu Tech? Who does the veil belong to?" At the mention of the veil, you looked up, noticing the veil covering the light blue sky from earlier. You must've been too distracted to notice it forming.

Your brain spaced out, your eyes half-lidded as you leaned at Inumaki for support. It was until Inumaki pushed you behind him, "Don't move!" Your ears were ringing, alerting you the danger you are in. Your eyes found Hanami being attacked by some blood- it downed on you, you were slipping consciousness from using 2 of your weakest technique.

Megumi has summoned his Nue, electrifying Hanami, and then following up with a slice through her thigh. It was no use, Hanami was unscathed. "Stop it, foolish children." She said, her words ringing in everyone's ears.

"I merely want to protect this planet, that's all." She reached for her covered arm, and you could only imagine what was behind the cover. You could hear Megumi and Noritoshi talking, but your focus was on her. Your thoughts were conflicted, you could use Alia to have cursed speech but it would easily drain you because of the constant usage, it would be useless.

You could use Hela, but with someone by your side, the heat could also damage them, not to mention the energy it could cost you. Then you could use Hiro's wither, easily removing things with a touch of hand, it couldn't work on living things though, it was useless against the roots.

"Come on!" Your ears perked up, lost in the train of thoughts. Noritoshi grabbed your wrist and dragged you along, stumbling in your feet. "Please, get your head in the game, L/n-senpai." Megumi glanced at you, his eyes full of frustration.

You nodded and pulled away from Noritoshi, "Are you alright, Inumaki-senpai?" Megumi asked, eyes on Inumaki. "Shake," he replied, drinking something to help his throat. "Here it comes!" Noritoshi announced as he stopped, facing the roots that were about to strike us.

"Stop!" Just as Inumaki commanded, Noritoshi clapped his hands together and activated one of his techniques, wounding Hanami. You furrowed your brow before activating yours, "Mimic." The technique allows you to mimic any technique you see but with limits. It constructs with what you have, so the blood that cost you was from your wound on your cheek.

Just like Noritoshi, it wounded the curse but it didn't paralyze it. The four of you continued to run to the top of the building, trying to outrun Hanami but it wasn't enough. As the four of you approached another door, you turned to nod at Inumaki, who returned the nod. Megumi and Noritoshi jumped from the balcony's door, landing to another building's roof.

You turned to Hanami, ready to channel Alia's technique when you felt a sharp pang in your stomach. "L/n-senpai!" "L/n-san!" Your eyes widened from the fast strike of roots that caught you off guard. You turned to Inumaki who was coughing blood, he was already reaching his limit.

You could feel blood dripping from your lips, but the roots have paralyzed you, stopping you from moving anymore. Your eyes stung from the tears building up, the tears blurring your vision of what was happening. You could feel your body limping from the impact, your knees getting weaker as your peers continued to fight the curse off.

Your ears were ringing, until it wasn't- suddenly you are in a black space, like a domain. There you saw the spirits inside you, interacting with each other. "Where..." you trailed off, taking a look at your hands, then your stomach. "Welcome inside your mind." Then you saw her, the ever-first spirit to house your body. "Mizuki." You smiled, bowing your head a bit.

"Why am I here?" You asked, brows furrowing. "You need to wake up. You need to let me out." She whispered, brushing a stray hair and tucking it behind your ear. "My body can't- I'm getting weaker to let you free..." you whispered back, lowering your head. "No, you cannot. That is why you need to let some of us go." She smiled sadly, taking a hold of both your hands and putting it together.

"But..." You looked up at the older woman, her eyes pitiful. "You need to choose yourself, even if that results in us disappearing." She then guided your hands to your heart. "We will always be here, even the new ones." She let go of your hand, caressing your cheek. "It's time to wake up, child." She then moved his fingers to your forehead, "Wake up."

You gasped, one moment you were inside your soul, and then you were back in the living. Your eyes widened, the roots in your stomach no longer in there, and were replaced by your flesh like nothing had pierced through it. "This..." you gaped a bit, "Mizuki..." you clenched your jaw, summoning your axe. "Thank you."

You immediately searched for your allies, finding them near the water. You quickly jumped into the water, readying your axe in hand. "Looks like a strike in your stomach isn't enough." You scoffed at her words, "L/n-senpai!" Megumi shouted as your axe sliced through its arm. You quickly backed away, letting Megumi's shikigami attack Hanami.

Maki followed after, striking Hanami with Megumi's sword- though it wasn't strong enough to cut through the curse, it was enough to let the curse struggle. "Maki-senpai!" Megumi exclaimed as they switched weapons before attacking the curse. They rushed at their full speed and struck the curse, you followed suit, breaking its root eyes.

"Please never let me use that 3 jointed staff ever again." You chuckled a bit, holding on tight on your axe. You were about to talk when you felt a strike inside you, blocked by Mizuko's energy. "It won't work the second time." You furrowed your brows, "For you, maybe, but not for him."

On cue, 2 weirdly shaped mushrooms(?) erupted from Megumi's abdomen. "Megumi!" You turned to Megumi, passing your axe to Maki as she struck the curse with it. You on the other hand went to Megumi, "Barrie-" You didn't even finish the sentence when a root grabbed you by the waist, lifting you along with Maki.

"L/n-san!" You struggled into the root, trying to wiggle out of the confides. Megumi was about to summon another shikigami when Maki yelled his name. "Stop it. We've done our job." You furrowed your brows in confusion until you were splashed by the water and felt someone's embrace. "L/n."

You opened your eyes, taking a look at who was holding you up, "Todo." You felt your body relax melting under his touch, "You're burning up," you closed your eyes, the tiring fight finally catching up to you. "Hold still," He whispered as he gently walked to Panda, who you didn't even noticed at first.

Todo carefully passed you to Panda, not before kissing you on the forehead. You could flutter your eyes open, seeing his figure and Yuuji's. "Don't die on me just yet, Y/n." He playfully chided, his smirk widening. "Not just yet, Aoi." You grumbled quickly, eyes drooping. "You better get out of the veil alive, Aoi. Ms. Shoko has enough students to heal." You continued with a weak smile. "I can't just die yet, how would we have that rematch, N/n?" He asked, turning his back before Panda carried you along with the others. "Not just yet."

[damn-stark]

Chapter 2 Just a girl

Chapter 2 of Sugar

A/N- Gojo siblings are the cause of everyone’s stress.

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, violence, blood, creepy man, FLUFF, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Before episode 2x01

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A MONTH LATER*

You are one with nature. You are one with the elements around you, the elements you can control.

You can feel the air unfurl over the perimeters of your exposed skin. You can feel the air brushing the leaves away, you can feel air unfurl out of the noses of your friends. You can feel the water from the snow that litters the ground, you can feel water in the tiny snowflakes that fall from the white sky. You can feel the dirt beneath the blanket of snow, you feel it beneath yourself, you can feel—hear, you can hear footsteps crunching in the snow….

“Whoa, what is this? What are you guys doing?”

Tsk. Satoru.

“We’re mediating,” you let him know as you keep your eyes closed while he gets closer with none other than Shoko and Geto with him. You don’t need to see to know that the additional footsteps are them—“and Nanami and Haibara are helping me.”

“By what? Helping you hum?” Satoru jokes and laughs all by himself.

You sigh in response and peel your eyes open, catching him plop himself down beside you.

“Actually—”

“How to be one with nature,” Satoru reads the book that was left beside you. “Blah. How cheesy is that?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “I’m learning how to connect with the elements I can manipulate, brother.” You grumble and notice Geto walking to Satoru's side to take the book from his hands to actually read the words himself; unlike Satoru who just judged the cover.

Albeit not like you care if Geto actually takes the time to skim the pages of what actually matters to you, ever since he helped your brother prank you, ever since you saw him laugh that night last month all you can see is how much of an ass he is. Satoru you can forgive because he’s your brother, but Geto?

You have made it your mission to just ignore him. Or as best as you can anyway, he’s everywhere.

Then again maybe it’s your own fault, you raised your expectations. You let this crush you got for him overwhelm you.

But still, no, you didn’t like that he did that. It just made him seem like some fake jerk. Like he pretends to be kind but he’s actually mean. At least with guys like Satoru, you know what to deal with, but Geto? They know how to manipulate into making you think they’re kind, they know how to speak sweetly, act like it, but then they turn around and reveal how much of a real jerk they are.

That’s why you don’t want to speak to him ever again. You hate guys like that—no, people like that in general. You only have to tolerate Geto because you’re schoolmates, comrades, and because he’s your brother's best friend.

“If I learn to connect with the elements,” you continue to explain. “They’ll be easier to use, they’ll be less heavy and wary on my energy. So that’s why I’m meditating outside, the book says it’s a great way to connect.” You smile proudly as you actually begin to get excited. “And Nanami and Haibara are keeping me company so I’m not alone, and it’s also helping their own mental health.”

Satoru hums, and Haibara flashes a sweet smile.

“It says here that it helps lift your mood, and helps you feel better about things,” Geto reads off a page, making your stomach churn. “Maybe you should give it a try, Satoru.”

“I already feel great,” Satoru rebuttals smugly and sits back.

You roll your eyes.

“This is why your sister is smarter than you, Satoru,” Shoko retorts with a teasing smile.

Satoru shrugs. “Yeah, perhaps.”

You look at the girl sitting next to Nanami on the stone bench to interject, “you should join us Shoko. Nanami and Haibara have agreed to mediate with me once a week.” You begin to smile and push yourself to your knees to get closer to her. “I'm sure it’ll help you smoke less, and relieve stress from your studies.”

Shoko leans down towards you and shoots you a smile. “Yeah,” she agrees, making my heart skip a beat. “I think I will if I’m not busy.”

You grin brightly. “Great.”

“Maybe I’ll join you too, y/n,” Geto butts in while he steps forward to hand you the book.

You roll your eyes over to him and snatch the book back before you turn and give him your back and don’t say anything. You ignore him and make sure not to let him speak. “Nanami, can you hand me my water?”

Said man takes out two water bottles from your bag to take one himself and then throws one at you, that you catch swiftly.

It’s been one month since starting here at Jujutsu High and you already get along pretty well with your fellow classmates. And well, how can someone not after fighting evil cursed spirits together? Sure you don’t get assigned anything extremely hard, but curses are dangerous nonetheless, and to work better together it’s better to know one another. So it’s safe to say that you’re very close with both Haibara and Nanami; even if Nanami is very reserved.

“Satoru!” You then exclaim and turn at a quick speed to grab his arm as you remember something. “You should have seen me today, man. I totally eradicated that fucking curse today!”

Satoru tilts his head to the side to look at you through his shades, so you let him go to flick your wrists up and imitate an action you did today. “I was like boom!” You share with excitement. “And it got thrown back before he exploded and vanished!”

A smile tugs on his lips. “Ah, did you use the trick I told you?” He asks.

You nod. “Yeah. The sphere worked!”

Satoru’s smile widens. “Cool, I’ll have to see it in action soon then,” he says, letting you sit back against Shoko’s legs with relief that he reacted kindly and with pride.

“Nanami, Y/N, and I planned to go watch a movie soon,” Haibara changes the subject. “You three should come.”

“Oh,” Geto interjects. “About that.”

You blink and look at him with a pointed look.

“We’ve actually been summoned for a mission. The six of us.”

All students? That’s new.

“You just say this now?” Nanami retorts.

“We wanted to relax for a few,” Shoko defends their actions.

You groan. “What a pain in the ass, it was almost the end of the day too.”

Haibara gets up along with Nanami, Satoru follows suit, making Shoko tap your shoulders. “Come on, let’s get on up.”

You groan and drop your head, Satoru then bends down to grab your arm and lift you up to your feet so you can begin dragging yourself after them.

“We can go to the movies tomorrow,” Geto assures all of you.

You pout and only because the school day was about to end, which meant the rest of that evening was free to just relax. Plus Nanami, Haibara and you already went on a mission this morning.

“Y/N, have you bought anything for the Christmas Eve party?” Shoko asks. “Or are you and Satoru going home?”

You tilt your head towards her and shake your head. “Nah, we’re not going home until after, for New Years. So to answer your first question, no, I have yet to buy something.”

“Cool then we should go shopping. I still need to find something too,” she shares, making your spirits perk up. “We can invite Utahime too.”

You grin as you straighten up. “Yeah! That will be so cool!”

“Hey I’ll come too,” Satoru interjects, causing both you and Shoko to counter at the same time.

“No!”

Geto snickers, and Satoru frowns.

“It’s a girl's day,” you tell your brother. “We don’t want mean boys hanging around us. Hang out with Geto or something.”

“Fine,” Satoru mumbles. “Nanami, Haibara, Suguru and I will also go to the mall, that same day. It will be a guys day.” He declares and hits his chest.

You shoot him a pointed glare and spat back. “No, you can’t go to the mall too.”

“Why not?” Satoru retorts sassily, knowing full well why not. “We won’t even be with you guys. We’re going separately. Is there something against that?”

Your eyebrows furrow and you point at him. “Yes!” You look back. “Haibara you won’t go!” You would have told Geto, but you don't want to give him the time of day more than you have to.

“Please don’t bring me into this,” Haibara speaks up nervously.

Satoru tilts his head down and meets your gaze with a smug little smirk, making your annoyance heighten.

Yet just as you was about to counter, Geto cuts in.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two.” He pushes past between your brother and you, but pulls Satoru with him by his sleeve. “Satoru, leave your sister alone. Y/N we won’t mess with your day.”

Satoru peers back and shakes his head, so you flip him off.

Soon thereafter you meet up with the teacher, and he doesn’t hesitate to get to the point of explaining what he needs from all of you.

“I summoned each and everyone of you because we were called to look into what is the cause of recent disappearances here,” he shares and clicks on the computer to show a well kept mansion that’s two hours away from Tokyo.

“At first it started with one every few weeks, the local police thought they could solve it,” the teacher continues. “But multiple people have begun to go missing over the span of a week. Neighbors and people passing by have reported paranormal activity, people going in but not coming out. Your job is too exorcize the cause before the news becomes national. Questions?”

You all pass questioning looks, but neither of you speak up on the matter. You more so question how big of a scale this mission truly is that it requires all six of you. Usually big missions are given to just Geto and Satoru, but this? This isn’t giving you a good feeling.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

“It’s my first group mission,” you happily exclaim as you pull out a camera from your bag whilst you all head towards the metal gates that surround the mansion. “I want to record this moment to preserve it forever.”

“Recording the day of our deaths seems pretty solemn,” Nanami mutters, whilst you hand the camera to Haibara.

“Hit record,” you instruct quietly as you fix your sleeve that’s wrapped tightly around your arm.

“We’re supposed to be taking this seriously,” Geto interjects as Haibara signals with a thumbs up that the camera is recording.

“Today—”

“Today,” Satoru interrupts as he sways to the side to block you and get in front of the camera himself. “Is my little sister's first group mission,” he continues to speak to the camera. “Group missions are rare, but usually they’re eventful.”

You quickly walk out from behind him to once again be in the cameras shot.

“For example today we are looking into disappearances happening in this very eerie mansion.” He points to the mansion, and Haibara turns to point the camera at the target. “It’s said curses lurk inside,” Satoru narrates, and skips over to be in the shot as Nanami walks ahead to open the gates, letting all of you inside the grounds.

“We’ll see how bad it is once we get inside,” Satoru says, “or will y/n be the biggest curse we see in there!” He chuckles at the camera before Haibara turns to point the camera at you to record your annoyed reaction.

“Anyway,” you sigh and begin to smile. “Today we have me, y/n Gojo, next to me is Suguru Geto,” you point to the man beside you with pretty well hidden disdain. And as the camera pans to Geto, he just waves stiffly, so you move on.

“And behind me is the coolest, Ieiri Shoko!” You exclaim with a wide smile. “Which! It's said she’s hardly sent on any dangerous missions, so she is our companion of honor today!”

Said girl throws a peace sign and grins at the camera.

“We almost have to wonder why it was that she was sent!” Nanami interjects as he leads the group towards the big red doors that lead inside the house.

“And the person with that lovely commentary was Nanami Kento!” You beam and watch as Haibara points the camera over to the blond guy giving his back to the group.

“And here’s me!” Satoru just cuts in harshly as he jumps in frame again. “Satoru Gojo!” He grins. “And lastly—”

“But not least,” you quickly interrupt loudly so your voice can be picked up.

“…behind the camera is Haibara Yu,” Satoru finishes announcing, letting said guy turn the camera to wave.

Now that the introductions are done you finally realize how close you’re getting to the inside. You had been wary and scared earlier, but now that’s all just heightened. You can hear your own blood pumping in your ears, you feel your heart racing in your chest. Once you reach the red doors the more it feels like something is wrapping around your throat, making it hard to breathe.

“We’ve reached the door, so now Nanami is going to open them to our doom,” Satoru narrates in a deep voice.

Haibara is recording beside Satoru with the camera at an angle so all of your faces can be in frame. Well, almost everyone because Nanami has made it his mission to avoid being recorded, plus he’s opening the door and welcoming the sight of…

Darkness, the corridor is dark and empty, only a sour horrendous stench welcomes all of you as the doors get pushed open. No curses lurk at the entrance, only dust particles float around the air. You can only hear the sounds they make in the distance, you can hear their noises echo throughout the dark filled hall. Only adding to the eerines that already polluted this establishment.

“The camera can’t pick up curses,” Satoru continues to speak with no ounce of fear in his voice. “But I’ll like to inform the camera that this entrance is just a haunting darkness that’s filled with eerie sounds.”

You look around, noting that Nanami couldn’t turn on any lights. You notice the tall ceilings, and a large stained glass window over the door that reflects in the only source of light over large double spiral stairs. You see multiple halls, different rooms that surround this dust filled house and you can’t help but feel like this house must’ve been beautiful once upon a time. Now it’s nothing but a haunting trap that looks like it hides something sinister, like whatever curses that are here are just waiting in the shadows. It keeps you on edge.

So much so that as something beneath you pops, you scream and instinctively jump over to clutch onto Geto still by you.

However, mere seconds pass and everything stays still, everyone just stops to look at you. When you realize that there’s nothing you look down and see it was just a bag of chips.

“As you can see, being a Jujutsu Sorcerer doesn’t automatically make you brave,” Satoru comments. “But as always I am the fearless leader.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, and then glance over at Geto to show off an apologetic smile as you let him go.

Geto meets your gaze and offers you a soft amused smile with those dark eyes of his, but! Even if his smile is nice, he still makes your stomach churn so you just quickly look away and go on ahead to reach Satoru instead.

However, only seconds later Geto intervenes before you can make it inside any further. “Okay, it’s time to stop the camera.” He proceeds to reach over to cover it to make Haibara turn it off, while you also come to a stop. “This is what we’re going to do.”

Haibara hands you back my camera so you can put it away while Geto addresses the group. “This place is big, we’ll take long scrounging every hall together, so in order to cover more ground we will split into groups of two.”

Oh?! Hopefully you get Shoko! Or Haibara! Even Satoru would be nice!

“Nanami, you and Satoru will be a team.” Geto announces.

“Sweet,” Satoru celebrates eagerly, whilst Nanami just sighs.

“Shoko…”

You cross your fingers and hope It’s you.

“…You’ll be with Haibara.”

No!

Geto glances over at you a bit puzzled before continuing. “Leaving Y/N and I to be in a group.”

You don’t hide your discontent and groan.

“Excuse me?” Satoru actually tries to protest about Geto and you being a pair.

Geto sighs. “Don’t argue, let’s go. That way we get to go home faster. If you’re in trouble, text or call. Shout if you can, anyone can go and help if they can,” he continues to share his plan. “Once you find the cause just excorize it if we still haven’t reunited by then. If it gets outside someone put up the veil. Understand?”

Haibara nods eagerly. “Got it!”

“Good,” Geto seeks no further confirmation. “Let’s go.”

Just like that, with no room left for arguing everyone disperses with their appointed teammate. Which out of everyone why Geto?

He must want to torture you with this awkward silence on purpose. He probably wants to continue displaying and preaching this fake persona he kept showing off when you first met.

“I need to ask,” Geto breaks the silence and peers back at you as you don’t rush over to follow him by his side. “Did I do something to upset you?”

Oh shit….

Well besides being two faced?

“Nothing,” you lie and only briefly meet his gaze before you continue to walk up the spiral stairs. “Why do you ask?”

Geto slows down his pace to fall beside you, causing your breath to hitch. “Well, you don’t talk to me. And it’s not like our school is full of other students, so we always cross paths. We have the same friends now. And,” he sighs and looks over at you as you keep your gaze averted. “I just sense that you’re upset at me.”

You shake your head. “No. There’s no reason why I should be upset at you.” You shrug to brush it off. “And well you’re my brother's friend, so.”

Geto scoffs. “So what? I'm your friend now too,” he says making you just peek over at him. “And I think you’re pretty cool, and nice to talk to…”

You swallow thickly and quickly snap your eyes ahead to try and see if you can catch any curses while he talks words that…that just are making your head all raveled

“I mean I like the way you think. For example your brother shares completely different ideals than you. The others you know, well, their reasons aren’t so in depth.”

You shake your head and try to protest without anger. “No. My reasons aren’t so deep. It’s just normal, what I feel.”

Geto hums. “Exactly,” he says. “The way you think. Not a lot of sorcerers think the way you do, so I find it intriguing.”

Warmth nips at your cheeks, but you fight against any warm feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he adds and surprises you. Well, you knew he was going to apologize, but as he says it now, so genuinely, you can’t help but be surprised. “For upsetting you. If it was while I was with Satoru then I’m even more sorry. It’s not my place to mess with you the way he does.”

It sounds genuine, like he truly means it from the bottom of his heart, but what if that’s what he wants you to believe? And then he’ll do a 160 and once again laugh at you, prove to be the guy you’re making him out to be?

Or he doesn’t and he’s kind, and…your feelings only develop more?

You could try to stop, maybe look at him less, think of his eyes as something dull rather than the pretty and dark gleaming eyes that are easy to get lost into. You could tell your mind to stop gushing over him, to think of him as simply Satoru’s friend, as a mere comrade—even if for some reason this weird astonishment over him grew since the moment your eyes met….

Fuck.

Damn. Shit. Fuck.

It will be easier to continue and be distant and cold, he is Satoru’s friend after all.

So rather than assuring him that everything is fine, that it’s all forgiven, you simply offer him a small smile. A warm one so he can believe it and you.

“Good,” he says.

You hum and change the subject now to what should’ve been your first priority. “Don’t you find it strange that we have yet to see any curses?” You query as you reach the top of the stairs. “Like at all.”

Geto sighs and looks back at the left hall as you take the right first. “It’s very strange. Considering we can hear them lurking somewhere.”

That only keeps you on edge, you hate that you can hear them, but not see them. And this darkness that fills every inch of this hall is not helping ease anything, so you put your palm out and summon fire on your palm so you can see better. And so at least you’re not as scared.

“Smart.” Geto throws a compliment. “Has Shoko asked you to be her lighter yet?”

Without responding verbally at first you just extinguish the flames lit over your palm, and then have the flames race to your fingertips to have the fire now dance over them. “Yes, she has,” you deadpan.

Geto laughs softly, making your lips break into a faint smile. “Well it’s not surprising,” he says.

You shake your head. “Not when it comes from someone who smokes as much as her.” You laugh softly. “Which, I don’t know how she does it. I smoked one and I couldn’t tolerate the taste in my mouth.”

“Well,” Geto sighs. “It’s not that bad.”

You blink and finally take a good look at him as you remember what he has to do after capturing a curse. You can’t even imagine having to tolerate that for the rest of your life…swallowing curses? That must taste horrible, it must leave a bad taste in his mouth every single time. You admire him for it.

“I suppose,” you express softly as you have the fire lit over your palm again so you can see. “I mean I can’t even imagine what swallowing curses must taste like, so I gotta confess, I admire you for that.”

Geto eyes snap over to you to look at you with soft awe. You hold his gaze for a lingering moment before you’re the one that looks away.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You hum as a response and keep yourself busy by looking out. Albeit his soft hand then falls on your wrist and that’s all you can focus on.

“Preserve your energy,” he advises. “This place gives me a bad feeling.”

You slowly look back up at him and do as he says and extinguish the flames, leaving you in the dark again, and robbing you of the sight of him. Now all you have is the knowledge that he’s close, you have the sound of his gentle breathing, and the feeling of his uniform coat brushing against your arm.

And it’s all you need to feel safe.

Albeit you don’t go far because that stench that pollutes this house only smells stronger where you are, so you quickly grab his arm and stop him from getting further. “Smell that?” You whisper.

Geto’s feet shift as he takes a second to take in the smell before responding. “Yeah, I think we’ve found our curses.” Geto proceeds to grab your elbow. “I'm sorry but I need you to give us some light again.”

You hum in comprehension and use your other hand to have flames once again lit over your palm. Now rather than just seeing a bland and empty hall, there in front of you is a thick string that connects to a hatch on the ceiling.

Once Geto sees it he passes you a brief concerned and curious gaze, before he lets go of your arm and slips away from your tight grasp to reach the string.

“Ready?” He asks and passes you a quick glance.

You draw in a deep shaky breath, but nod in agreement as you breathe out. Geto breathes out once himself before he wraps his fingers around the end of the string and then pulls the hatch down, bringing down wooden ladders, and letting out a strong wave of that same pungent smell, and more darkness.

There must be something on top though, so you inch towards the ladders. However, just as you do suddenly sharp shrieks boom out from inside of the attic, before dark and long flying curses that look like bats come rushing out.

First it starts with a couple, before dozens of them come flying out, overwhelming you as they surround you.

“Y/N?” Geto calls out now that you can’t see each other because the bat curses are in the way.

They threaten to bite you with their fangs, to cling onto you with their weird hooked nails, but you quickly rebuttal by using your cursed technique to gather the air around you, the air they create by flapping their messed up wings. You then proceed to twirl it around your body before you form spikes, and have them shoot out from all around you to impale each and every single curse that’s around you.

Once there’s none targeting you anymore you notice that Geto is getting yanked up towards the attic by a weird snake-like curse that has him in its mouth, and you fill with anger at the sight. You don’t even think about how much energy you use. All you know is that you conjure up fire from both of your hands, and create a fierce fire made bird that you use to quickly dart towards the curse.

The fire-made bird sinks its talons in the curse and slices the curses entire body as it darts up, letting Geto slip out of its body.

Before Geto can fall forward though, he claws his hand on the edge of the attic floor, and twists around while you have the fire-made bird drag the curse towards Geto without needing to be told, so that he can absorb the curse. Once the threat is gone, he tries to find balance on the ladders, but his foot slips and he instead falls over you as you’re too concentrated taking back the fire-made bird to realize until it’s too late, and he’s over you.

Yet even if all his weight slamming over you hurts, even if hitting the wooden floor hurt, all you worry about is him. “Are you okay?” You ask him as you grab ahold of his shoulder to try and lean in closer and take a better look at his dark eyes that gleam through shadows.

Geto breathes out, you feel his breath unfurl over your nose. “Yeah. Yeah,” he assures you. “Thank you,” he breathes out and makes no attempt to move off you. Nor do you try anything either—“Are you?” He asks quietly and studies you as best as he can.

“Physically? Yeah. Mentally?” You let out a breathless laugh, and meet his gaze again as he looks back up. “I’m terrified.”

Geto swallows thickly and lets his eyes flicker down, past your eyes. “We better hurry then,” he says.

You hum, and glance down at his lips for a second before you lock eyes again for a few lingering moments more before Geto climbs off you. Not fretting to grab your hand and help you up to your feet.

And once you can see around you again you notice that there’s curses spread out, not gathering around you or Geto.

Yet that doesn’t spare them, Geto doesn’t hesitate to use his technique, basking the hall in bright blue as he exorizes the curses ahead of you. While you spin around and run ahead only a few paces before you slide on your feet as you conjure the air around you towards your hand, and then swing it forward to exorcize all the curses ahead.

Once they’re all gone you get up and turn towards the smell that pollutes the air. “They were weak curses,” you point out and look over at Geto, noticing him swallowing the curses he had just exorcized.

When he’s done he hesitates before he turns. “Yeah,” he agrees and quickly averts his gaze as if ashamed by what he just had to swallow—“At least those bat things were. The one that got me was fast.” He looks up at the attic. “Whatever’s here is strong. We need to hurry and find it.”

How can you tell him that what he did just now is nothing that he should be embarrassed about in front of you? It’s an odd thing, but it’s not something you fear or are disgusted at.

“Come on let's check this out,” Geto points to the attic as he moves to grab the ladders to begin climbing them.

You watch him first, wanting to tell him that you don't mind what he does, no matter how gross he thinks it is. But you don't have the courage, nor do you want to exceed yourself considering the deal you struck with yourself. So you just leave it be and then follow him up the ladders.

Nevertheless just as he pops his head past the gape on the ceiling, he stops moving and freezes, not letting you get over.

“Hey,” you call out. “Is everything okay?”

Geto looks down at you and you notice the disbelief on his face and get frightened. Yet it also intrigues you. “What is it?” You probe cautiously.

“If I simply told you, would you be content with that?” He asks quietly.

He’s speaking so deadpanned, and his eyes are wide with shock, so no matter how curious you are, you don’t want to face the horror that's hidden in that attic.

“Yes,” you answer quietly.

Geto swallows thickly before he finally reveals what made him so shocked. “It’s…bodies.”

You feel your body stiffen, and even though you didn't see the atrocity, your breath still hitches.

That would explain the smell…and the curses.

“Is there anymore curses up there?” You ask under your breath.

Geto shakes his head. “I think the ones that were up there are the ones we just exorcized.”

You draw out a deep nervous breath and simply nod in comprehension before you climb back down to the floor.

Now things are starting to connect; the missing people, the curses, this house, the eerie stillness.

“So,” you interject as Geto climbs down. “We’re not dealing with a curse specifically, but a curse user?”

Geto’s feet hit the ground and he doesn’t wait to fold the ladders back up before he answers. “Yeah, that’s my theory too.” He lets go of the string and rubs his forehead with his thumb. “We need to tread lightly and meet up with the others. Dealing with a person like this makes this trickier.”

You nod and proceed to follow him back where you had come from. When you take out your phone to text Satoru though, it says you have no service. “I have no connection here,” you point out and close your phone shut.

Geto groans. “Must be some curse or the damn person jamming our connection. Damn. We can’t even call out, the person might be close.”

You stay quiet and just make sure to stick very close to him as you walk back to the corridor. You still try to cling onto that certain deal of continuing to dislike him, but you can’t seem to actually be able to see it through, especially not now as you continue to tread through this haunting hall, as the thought of death now begins to torment you at thought that a murderer is behind the horrors here.

Yet how can you be afraid? You, a sorcerer with abilities others only dream of, abilities that can kill curses and people alike. How can you be afraid? You, a Gojo who comes from a long line of great sorcerers, fearless ones at that; your own brother is one of those fearless sorcerers, so how can you be scared? Why should you?

“Are you doing okay?” Geto notices the fear, he can’t see your face in this darkness, but he can feel your fear. How great is that?

“Well…” you pause and gnaw on your thumb nail. “I guess I’m a little scared…”

Geto hums. “That’s okay,” he says without hesitation.

You sigh. “Is it?” You counter. “I mean we are sorcerers, we should be fearless.”

“I think if we were fearless we’d be stupid, fear helps us plan out our strategies doesn’t it?” He continues to say. “We try to avoid the danger and come up the safest route out of fear. We fear loss and try to avoid it—”

You cut him off with a breathless laugh. Now you can’t see him, but you hear him take a small breath as he’s hit with confusion that you interrupted.

“It reminds me of something I read,” you explain yourself. “Each day I’m plagued by three doles. These gargantuan weights on my soul: First, that I must somehow exit this fen. Second, that I cannot know when…”

“…And yet it’s the third that torments me so, because there’s no way to know where the hell I will go,” Geto surprises you by finishing the poem along with you.

“I’ve read it,” he adds softly.

You smile at the ground and feel your face burn as you’re completely flustered.

“Fearing loss is normal,” he continues. “But I will not lose you today. Satoru would kill me first of all, and second, well, I just won’t because I don’t want to.”

You smile wider. “Thanks,” you respond and look over at him. Yet through darkness all you see is the gleaming of his eyes already looking at you.

“We’ll have to wait if the person isn’t here won’t we?” You query with disdain.

“Yeah, that is our mission. Get rid of the cause,” he summarizes the objective.

“Which also means checking out every room,” you remind him.

Geto sighs, and rather than continuing towards the colorful natural light that shines through the stained window across the stairs, you turn in opposite directions to search the rooms that come up.

Since the lights don’t fucking work you conjure up fire and walk inside the room. Albeit it just holds a normal bedroom; there’s a bed, a desk, a tv, photos…of a young man with an older creepy looking man, that same young man with other different people in many photos. It makes you wonder if the killer is any of these photos.

“I’ve been meaning to say!” Geto shouts from his room. “I’ve been thinking, and, you can boost up your strength by mixing your technique with hand to hand combat.”

He’s been thinking about you?

“How much do you know?” He asks.

You walk away from the photo wall and walk to a closet and respond back. “Well, a lot but you know I’ve never actually tried using my technique with my hand to hand combat,” you admit as you open the closet doors. “I just can’t find a balance, using my technique takes a lot of concentration, so does fighting, so I just never used it!”

“Ah, well we’ll find you the right balance! I think that your meditation will help too!”

You close the closet doors and ignore your somersaulting heart. He couldn’t have given it this much thought.

“You’d be very powerful when you mix both abilities,” Geto's voice echoes out louder as you now head out of the room.

And when you walk out, he walks out from his room too. “Anything over there?” Geto asks.

You shake your head, “No,” and you finally make out his face thanks to my fire. “How the hell can you see?” You ask teasingly.

Geto shrugs. “I have good senses.”

You giggle. “You could’ve just passed the killer without you knowing. There could’ve been a trap and you wouldn't have a clue.”

Geto scoffs softly. “Well next time I’ll bring you with me then, firefly.”

You grin at him and shake your head at that nickname. “Don’t call me that. I don’t like it.”

“It’s nice. It’s you,” he retorts with a smile. “Literally because your finger lights up before you expel fire. Like a firefly’s ass.”

“Then,” you rebuttal. “I’ll have to call you something in return…” you trail off and tap your bottom lip to think.

“Don’t.”

“Sugar!” You exclaim smugly. “That’s what you’ll be from now on.”

Geto shakes his head with a frown on his face.

You laugh and nod in return. “It’s cute. It’s like your name, Suguru, Sugar.”

Geto turns and walks to the last door on his side, you try to follow to provide light, but he shifts on his feet and goes across the hall.

“You said you were gonna take me with you,” you remind him. “I’m your light.”

“Actually I don’t need you anymore,” he rebuttals.

You scoff. “You started it,” you throw out as you walk back towards the room.

“And I’m ending it. Now look!”

You turn on your heels and open the door, but yell out first. “Whatever you say, Sugar!”

Geto groans in the background, leaving you content and letting you face the room to walk in with the fire still lit over your palm. And to your surprise you come across a room filled of your reflection.

“What the hell?” You muse quietly and slow down your pace as you attempt to walk in deeper. “Cool. Or creepy?” You turn and just see dozens more of your reflection deep in the glass.

It’s just a room full of mirrors. Geto will find this strange too. It must be. You don’t have a good feeling about this room.

Yet just as you part your lips to call out, suddenly the door slams shut, causing you to snap around to face the now closed door.

“Geto?” You call out and walk to the door, but then more mirrors begin to unfold over the door, making the mirrors box you in like a glass box, and causing full blown panic to completely crash into you. “Suguru!”

“Y/N!” Geto calls out and his voice now seems to be outside the room, but you can’t see the door. “What’s wrong? Why is the door locked?”

Music begins to play inside the room, a creepy little tune like one from a music box—

It’s a domain. You’re stuck in a cursed domain.

“I don’t know!” You respond back to Geto. “There’s a bunch of mirrors here! It’s some domain, all I see is me! Help me, please.” You try not to show fear, you try to be strong, but you can’t keep up the brave act.

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he says back. “I’ll try from out here, but for now, counter attack with the strongest technique you have. You hear me? You got this.”

Yeah, yeah he’s right…he’s right.

You let out a shaky breath and nod even if he can’t see you. “Yeah-yeah.” You step back and open your fist as you begin to summon your fire dragon. He’s still a work in progress, but he’s strong, he can break you out.

However, as your palm begins to glow a bright red from within, your reflection seems to be getting closer, every single one of them.

“Y/N, you still in there?” Geto calls out.

The mirrors are closing in on you as you’re using your technique, fuck, fuck, fuck! You need to do this faster.

“I’m here!” You yell and quickly look down at your arm, seeing how bright red lines begin to slither out towards the rest of your left arm. That causes your tight sleeve to begin to get burnt off as a trace of the fire dragon is drawn around your arm.

Once it’s fully formed you expel it out as big as you can in this clamping room, and overwhelm this dark room with the light of bright flames. Your dragon proceeds to breathe out fire around the perimeter, and that makes every single mirror break into shards that suddenly hurl out at you.

“Y/N?!” You hear Geto yell with panic, but you’re too focused on using air to throw the shards back, to answer back.

There’s only a small amount of air inside this domain, you don’t have a lot to work with, and what you use leaves you short of breath and gasping. Thus only the shards aimed at your head, chest, and face are thrown back. The other glasses stab your limbs and knock you to the ground, making you cry out.

“Y/N!”

And the moment all the shards hit you suddenly everything around you changes, mirrors don’t appear anymore, the room you were once in doesn’t surround you, and your fire dragon is gone due to your lack of concentration. There’s just darkness, you’re surrounded by pure darkness.

“Suguru?!” You call out with tears filling your eyes. You try to stand, but the glass in your flesh hurts so you fall back down. “Suguru?!”

That annoying tune is gone and now a tapping sound coming from behind you fills the void. You try to ignore it and try to conjure fire, you try to use anything, but even if the glass isn't too deep, it still torments you, it weakens you. You can only turn slowly to try and see, hope that it’s Geto or maybe even Satoru.

Yet when you look, it’s no one you know, it’s some woman in a blood stained white wedding kimono and long veil that covers her face.

Is this what trapped you? It has to be, there’s nothing else around you.

Your fire-dragon attack must’ve caused her own attack to activate, leading you here with her just standing there in the distance.

“Will…you…stay…with…me…forever?” The curse asks, letting you figure out what this is, a binding vow.

“Well, well,” a second voice cuts in, making the curse and domain vanish around you, and instead leaving you in some kind of basement, or…dungeon with bad white lighting.

“What did you see?” The voice asks again, this time when you look towards it, you see the same creepy man from the picture. He’s much older now though—“huh?”

You don’t respond, you drag yourself back and drop your gaze to look at a glass stabbed in your leg.

“You’re lucky that you can see them,” the man says as he sharpens the knife in his hand. “I can’t. I can sense a part of them, but I can’t see them.”

You swallow thickly and slowly reach for a piece of glass in your leg as the man continues to speak.

“Which is why you might be curious as to why you’re here.”

You wrap your hand around the glass, and lift your eyes to look over at the man so he won’t suspect anything.

“I use people,” he laughs maniacly. “I kill them for the spirits that live in my house so they don’t torture me.”

So he’s not a curse user then? He’s just plain human?

It could be easier to escape then.

“You,” he continues to blab. “You’re one of those special people, the one who can kill the spirits?”

You don’t respond, you clench your jaw and slowly take a piece of glass out of your leg. The pain is so intense you want to cry out, but you bite your tongue and hold in that scream, letting the man continue to talk.

“You should make for an interesting ghost. A powerful one like the one who asks to stay with her.”

You lift your eyes and look at him, catching him swipe a knife off the counter as he slowly turns to face you. Luckily you already pulled the glass out of your leg, so all he catches is your hand hidden behind your back.

“I wonder,” the man says and begins to walk towards you. “What color do you bleed?”

You swallow thickly and keep dragging yourself back to try and stay away from him as much as you can.

“Let me see the inside of you,” he mutters and shows off a creepy smile.

You scoff and turn away to get on your hands and knees. You don’t say anything, you just try to drag yourself away to lure him close.

When he does get close he grabs your feet to try and pull you back, but you suddenly snap around and swing down on his chest.

Albeit when the glass stabs his chest he just groans before he slaps his hands on your hips and begins to drag you back.

“Let me go!” You bellow and try to kick your leg back, but the glass in your flesh hurts, causing you to stop your attempts and instead groan in complaint.

“Don’t worry I’ll make your last minutes worthwhile?” The man mutters and pulls you back harder.

You cry out and instead of trying to play fair, you focus the rest of your energy on using your technique. He says he can’t see curses, he’s a non-sorcerer so he doesn’t know what to expect, he can’t fight back against your technique, it will be an easy escape.

Thus, you focus on the earth beneath the cement floor to try and raise a piece of it. Albeit just before you break off a piece of earth from in front of you, the man then stabs the glass on your back, making you use your instincts and throw your leg back.

The man yelps and falls back, letting you reach back and pull the glass out of your back through the pain that blinds you and makes you cry out. When the glass is out you throw it to the side and try to drag yourself away, but the pain keeps you paralyzed where you are, leaving you unable to even squirm.

So this was his plan, paralyze you so you’re an easier target.

“Bitch, get back here!” He seethes and slaps his hands around your legs and drags you back towards him. The glass already in your body stabs itself deeper due to the movements, so you can’t find the strength to fight back, you cry out in pain and fall.

“Please,” you try to beg as you dig your fingers in the ground. “I won’t try anything, just let me go! I’ll tell my friends to leave, just please let me go!”

The man scoffs and grabs your arms to flip you around so you can face his creepy face. “As if, you witches are annoying and persistent. They’ll never leave me alone, not unless I kill you.” He chuckles slowly and leans in closer towards you. “I’ll parade your body around so they know I’m strong.”

You throw your hand out to try and use the fire you can summon, but he captures your wrist and then twists it, making the pain heighten.

“Stop! Stop! Please!” You beg with a shaky voice. “Please.”

The man moves his hand to your throat and squeezes hard. “Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of you before your friends get here.” He whispers. “I’ll take the glass off your body, I’m not a monster.”

You meet his gaze and draw back saliva before you spit on his face. “Fuck you.” You bellow out and yank another piece of glass off your body to stab his eye.

The man cries out and stumbles back, letting you push yourself up to your feet to pull out another piece of glass from your body to hit him. However, the man catches your swing and uses his other hand to counter and swing his palm across your face before he then kicks you back to the ground.

“Bitch!” He grimaces and then stomps over to grab a fistful of hair to drag you back towards a cell.

You try to use your technique, but he seems to know, he catches you concentrating so he slams his foot on a piece of glass and weakens you, making you stop your attempts to fight back.

“Now I’ll just kill you in front of your friends,” the man sneers. “I’ll kill you.” He spats and kicks you back. “Using this same glass,” he continues and proceeds to yank out every shard of glass out of your body rapidly, making sure each action hurt, making sure you reacted with a scream every time.

“Please.” You beg again.

Albeit when the man yanks out the last piece of glass, he swings down and stabs your hand but pulls the glass shard out to just leave a gape in your hand.

“There now you won’t use your powers,” the man mutters angrily and begins to walk back out of the cell.

You still try to fight back, but there’s no energy left within you, you’re left weak, defenseless. Your technique already uses a lot of your strength so after all these wounds, after this fear, you’re too weak. You’re useless.

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