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satoruhour · 8 months

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a/n: IM HERE IM JERE SORRY FOR GOING AWOL

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warnings: dom!geto, fem!reader, infidelity / cheating, reader is a teacher, oral / cunnilingus, semi exhibitionist sex, fingering, clit stimulation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex although geto pulls out, praise, he calls you ’slut’ once, n*sfw under the cut

“g-geto-san!” your hand immediately flies to your mouth at the loud moan you let out, propped up so beautifully on the L-shaped sofa while his wife stays sleeping. you look so different than when you commanded the classroom, so pliant and perfect.

“quiet, baby.” geto mumbles against your cunt, using his stronger arms to pull your pelvis closer to him.

your — hookup? acquaintance? — wasn’t one to cheat. it’s a funny thing to say that although he’s married while he has you soaking right through to the fabric below you but his wife wasn’t that innocent either.

the love had died long ago when geto had found that she wasn’t treating mimiko and nanako right, either being rude to them or forgetting to pick them up, small things like that. she didn’t like the extra weight and burden of suguru’s single fatherhood and that already should’ve been a sign and yet he’d put a ring on her — the pussy was too good, he guesses.

until he’s enrolling the girls in classes after passing a dance school, getting to meet you as their teacher. gentle, upbeat, and just oozing with kindness. you’d even went as far to wait with the girls when geto had been late in picking them up.

the lines have blurred since then, smeared so badly to the point you forgot how you ended up on geto suguru’s couch after locking up the studio. their aunt had already picked mimiko and nanako up and you couldn’t just resist after geto said he’d want to get to know you better.

oh, he was getting acquainted just fine.

“mmfhm . .” geto hummed into your cunt, licking stripe after stripe up your folds as your juices pool on his tongue, “cunt’s the best i’ve ever tasted.”

you burned at the praise; it’s no doubt geto has had many people before you but he really did mean it. so much sweeter and intoxicating, and the little sounds you made added everything.

“geto-san . .” you mumble just before he digs in, letting you pull on his hair so his head would tilt up.

“i’m eating you out and you’re still callin’ me by my last name?” geto laughs at your stammers, “’m just kidding—”

“are you sure?” he knows you’re referring to his wife just inches away, but he only scoffs. a hand goes to your clit, thumb rubbing the nub and you whine.

“been the surest once i saw you. i was going to die getting to know you.”

you stifle a laugh, “dramatic ass.”

geto smacks your pussy lightly, loving the way you tighten around nothing. your heels dig into his back as he hovers over your core and you have to steady your breathing.

“knew it from the moment you treated my girls right . .” he trails off before latches his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue and your hips push up more into his mouth. he moans at that, securing the hold he has on your thigh. you briefly catch how his hands go down to his centre.

“t-that’s just . . the bare minimum— ah! though,” you mewl out, trying to keep your moans to a low as the man below you does not care whatsoever. he slobbers all over your cunt, juices coating the bottom of his face until it’s dripping wet.

“still.” the one word then convinces you that maybe the lady sleeping from beside you wasn’t exactly the best, but you will away the thoughts once suguru drags his tongue down to your hole and his eyes bore holes into yours. he continually nudges his tongue against your clit, the lewd slurping noises making you clench around him.

“hear yourself, pretty?” you feel the grin against your folds and all you can do is whine, “she’s just dripping, isn’t she?”

you nod mindlessly, hands shakily taking his from your thigh and moving them to your neglected entrance. “need y-your—”

geto hums and indulges you, pressing his finger right into you and you moan out loud. his wife stirs for a bit and despite everything your pussy flutters at the aspect of getting caught — suguru smiles.

“dirty slut.” he mutters against your pussy, starting to pump his finger slowly and you tug harder on his black locks. there’s so much arousal everywhere even as he eases his second finger in and the stretch is so delicious.

“s-suguru . .” you trail off, head thrown back at how much thicker and longer his fingers are, “s’good—”

“yeah?” and to your dismay his hands stop, blessed with the cute pout that graces your face and he just laughs, standing to reveal his aching bulge and you’re peeling off his underwear for him.

“wanted to feel you around me, tha’s all,” he slurs in pleasure, licking his lips when he first sees your surprised face. you look cockdrunk already, hearts forming in your pupils.

“will it fit, suguru-san?” you whisper in awe, pumping it slowly and using a finger to collect the pre-cum that’s collected. he groans softly at that.

“it will, just gotta relax for me, alright baby girl?” you nod as he gently pushes your legs up, folding you in half while his tip brushes against your sex. there, he moves his hips, collecting your arousal, just barely putting the tip in. just like his hand earlier, he slaps his cock along your folds and grins at your squeamish movements.

“goin’ in, darling,” geto whispers and pushes in slowly. he’s so focused on the way your cunt stretches, a moan sounding out from deep in his throat while you hold on tightly to his biceps. small pants leave your mouth, seeing the silhouette of his pelvis slowly descend on yours while he bottoms out.

“s-suguru— f-full!”

“that so?” geto breathlessly chuckles before he moves and he has to still his hips just to compose himself at the feeling of your walls. so warm and accommodating. “baby, you feel so damn good . .”

suguru moves soon enough and you relish in the fact how you’ve managed to get such a composed man to break — always so polite and well-mannered when picking his girls up and yet now his hair falls from his hair tie and his cock is reacts so well to your drooling cunt.

this position has geto reaching deeper into you, his thrusts already turning sloppy and he pushes down on your legs more.

“close— ’m close suguru—” you whine out and there’s a teasing comment (“already?”) that leaves his lips, but he can’t speak too when he feels his high approaching too. a man like him reduced to such a fast orgasm has him blushing and yet he can’t resist your cunt.

your hands grasp aimlessly at geto as he smoothly places your legs on his shoulder and he leans down to capture your lips — “feels good, suguru . .”

the both of you hardly care about the person on the couch, mingling moans filling the room as you whimper into the kiss. your cunt continues to clench around him, feeling every vein and shape of his cock and committing it to memory just as he is with you; he thinks he doesn’t want to fuck any pussy ever again.

“’course it feels good, it’s b’cause you’re doing so well,” geto whispers against your lips and he takes note of how praise gets you going when he can feel your pussy throb. “oh? you like that, huh?”

you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ to him and you preen at another good girl he gives you, letting him embrace you fully as he stays buried in your neck. the feeling is all too much, the friction of his pelvis and the drag of his length along your walls that you cum immediately. your cunt gushes around him, and all you can do is babble into his ear.

“that’s it, i got you,” he mumbles against your neck, soft kisses placed there as lets you ride out your orgasm, the squelching of your pussy only increasing in volume as you tremble around him.

“cumming, baby,” geto says as he twitches, one last sloppy thrust into you before he pulls out and pumps his cock with loud drawn out groans. rope after rope of cum leaves his tip, staining your stomach and pussy in white and the both of you pant in unison, small smiles on your face.

“next time i’m cumming deep inside you,” geto says even when at the corner of his eye, he can see his wife slowly coming to consciousness and the shock register on her face that he’d stoop as low as her — random guys she brings to their house exchanged for one sweet teacher with an even sweeter pussy.

and geto suguru goes right to fucking you again and drawing the most sultry moans until she stomps away with anger and slams the door so hard it might’ve come off its hinges.

there’s only a shrug from geto at your distraught expression, but he resolves it soon enough with a hand to your clit, rubbing languid circles into it that you choke out a moan.

“are you sure it’s alrig—!”

“perfectly, baby,” he takes your hand and plants a kiss to it; it’s so gentle like other times, where he’d bring you to some quiet cafe to avoid being seen, or just a simple dinner in his home and you hate how you’re already falling for a married father and still, the thrill was just too good.

suguru puts your hand around his cock and you move with second nature.

“your pussy’s much prettier and better anyway.”

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xxsabitoxx · 5 months

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Pale Blue [2] No Context Teaser Suguru Edition

A/N: taking a little break from my finals just to share this cause I miss writing Pale Blue and physically cannot wait for this week to be over.

Pairing is Geto Suguru x Pregnant Reader

“She will be the last client for this year, please let any new potential clients know that I will not be able to meet with them until after the new year.”

She nodded quickly before departing, leaving Suguru alone again as he reached for the paperwork he set down. “What a kind heart you have, papa Geto.” Suguru hadn’t even been able to read the next sentence, laughing softly at Mimiko’s comment. The brunette girl was kicking her feet, coloring intently beside her sister on the plush rug Suguru had put in just for them. “It’s important to help people in need, you know. She seemed like she could really use it.” He smiled fondly at the two sisters, listening to Nanako hum softly as she scribbled onto the page.

“I guess you’re right.”

“You guess I’m right?”

Mimiko nodded, stopping her coloring to look up at Suguru behind his desk. “Yeah, I mean you really don’t need to help anyone. But you choose to do so even when you don’t have to. You have a kind heart, papa Geto.” The small girl repeated her initial statement, smiling softly as Suguru’s expression morphed into one of genuine surprise. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, watching her small head turn back to the paper she was drawing on, starting to hum along with the tune Nanako had set. Suguru sat there, wondering how a child could think of such things.

He saw himself as anything but kind-hearted at this point in his life. But still, he didn’t have the heart to say those things, especially not to a six year old. Suguru had barely reached for his paperwork again when your face crossed his mind, making him freeze once more. You had been a constant thought in his mind since the day he left. Not even an hour had gone by where you didn’t consume his thoughts, knocking the air from his lungs and paralyzing him for a moment. He missed you. Fuck he missed you terribly and it was enough to render him utterly immobile at points.

Slowly, he forced air back in his lungs, your smile leaving a permanent mark engraved in his mind. He didn’t regret anything he did up until this point, well maybe except for one particular thing. He didn’t take you with him the day he left. He knew he loved you too much to force you into this kind of life, he needed it to be a choice you made out of your own free will. Something cheesy about loving someone meant setting them free when the time came had crossed his mind when leaving you that letter. Leaving it on the bed he once called his own, so long as you were in it, it was his.

But still, the choice to leave it all up to your own free will did nothing to fill the void beside him each night. How desperately he wished you were laying beside him, curled perfectly into his embrace, face snuggled into the crook of his neck. Your natural musk mixing with your perfume, your hair tickling his hands as he held you tight, your chest rising and falling evenly as you slept. He ached to hold you again, finding it hard to fall asleep each night in your absence. But he had made this choice, he had to own it, even if that meant you weren’t a part of his life right now.

“But he knew, deep down, that it was only temporary; you'd come back to him.”

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perictione00 · 5 months

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Selfish

Ch 5: Betrayal

Pairing: Geto Suguru x reader

Warnings: Manipulation, deception, cheating, use of curse words and mentions of murder.

Synopsis: You left the Jujutsu World behind the moment the source of your warmth turned cold. So what happens when you come face to face with that one episode in your life that you wanted to obliterate? Simple, you reap what you sow.

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2011

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I had it in control."

"Yeah, sure, you did. I could see that you were enjoying it even."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You tell me!"

"I can't believe this. I'm doing exactly what you want."

"I don't remember wanting you all over the monkeys."

"All over the monkeys? Suguru, I'm trying to win their trust to get the funds. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Your soft porn presentation won't get us any-"

"Oh yeah, and killing them will? Soft porn presentation, right? That's how you think of me? I'm here trying to maintain order and secrecy in this organization that you are hellbent on broadcasting to the whole fucking world by killing every non-sorcerer in sight, and you tell me that I'm the problem? Hah, gimme a break."

"Listen-"

"I'm done listening to your bullshit. I'll talk to you when I think you deserve it."

You left the room without a word, enraged at his buffoonery. Things changed a lot in the last year, but you still couldn't comprehend how it came to this. Frequent fights at the dinner table became commonplace. It was embarrassing how the expression of anger, something that you considered very personal, happened in front of his inner circle. How Mimiko and Nanako would come by to explain his point on his behalf. And at night, he would come to your room to apologize in the best ways possible, only to repeat his mistakes again the very next day.

He was more violent than ever now, as if the barriers that kept his fury in check were shattered by the force of his hatred for non-sorcerers, and somehow it slipped into the personal space that he shared with you. Suddenly, he was more rigorous about your appearances and meetings with them. Minimizing your interactions and reducing your role in the organization. You were sure you hadn't done anything wrong, so it felt unfair to face such consequences.

Geto doesn't know when it started. Maybe it was the time when some deadmeat of a man had the audacity to stare in your direction too long, or the time when a fucking politician asked you out during negotiations, or the time you encountered Nanami on a random day and froze. Yeah, maybe it was Nanami all along. It was then that he realized how jealous of a man he was. He knew that you loved him, but he feared that one day you might not feel the same way for him when you discover what he dreadfully and desperately wanted to hide from you.

It was in 2008 that he actually manipulated the entity and located its position inside of you for the first time. Funnily enough, of all places, it had latched itself onto your heart. That's not all there is to it, though. The curse reached out to him in some way that day, in the coffee shop. And although Geto doesn't know how, he communicated with it. It felt like it was calling out to him. He could hear the voices in your head, and it scared him of the possibility that if you gave in, you might be lost forever. However, exorcising the curse was out of the question, so he made the choice that served his interests and his greed.

He doesn't feel guilty, but he surely feels insecure about your relationship with him. Do you really love him, or does it have something to do with that creature? Day by day, he is becoming more paranoid regarding your whereabouts, the people you meet, and the people you talk to. He can no longer fathom the thought of having you out of his sights. He would keep you isolated if it ensured your safety. Geto knows how it sounds; regardless, he wants to hold onto the only remaining thread of humanity, you, forever.

And that's how he met Miguel. In spite of your rare condition, African sorcerers seemed to know quite a lot about it. From various sources of myths and legends, these abominations were said to exist from birth, and here's the twist: their emergence was marked by incantations of a human ritual, deliberately done in order to sentence an individual to a lifetime of hell. Suguru might be a folly of a man, but even he wouldn't wish that for a human child, maybe because he wouldn't want one to be born in the first place. Humans were pityful creatures, and your case was just another reflection of their harmful desires.

He wondered if you noticed the absence of nightmares or how he insisted on always being by your side in your unconscious state. He remains uncertain of the nature of your response upon revelation of the extent of his dominion over the entity, so like a coward, he continues to shroud this from you. Geto Suguru was sure that he was helplessly hooked on you, and he didn't like sharing, so of course he killed every non-sorcerer that had the privilege of coming in close proximity to you. He was so accustomed to your presence that he felt suffocated without you. It infuriated him whenever you would beg for mercy for a monkey. Were you forgetting the end goal? Or did you start losing faith in the cause and in him? He couldn't deduce why you would waste your energy on a pathetic soul. Why would he find your scarve in the pocket of a non-sorcerer he killed? And why would you accept gifts from non-sorcerers? He wasn't delusional about addressing these things, right?

Geto Suguru was an enigmatic leader, a great friend, and an even better lover. He came back for you when you needed him the most. Just when you thought it was the end of the line for you, he rescued you like a knight in shining armor. You were grateful for him. He collected the scattered pieces of your life that were falling apart in front of your eyes and molded them into something worth living for. He presented you with a sense of comfort that you craved. You were grateful. But why were all these feelings vanishing? Why was your voice breaking? Why were tears of betrayal escaping your eyes? Why was he kissing someone who was not you?

There it was. The voices were back again, worse than ever. Taunting you for ever believing that you deserved happiness. You had given up on your morals, on your one true family for him. You would've given up your life for him. So why would he do this to you? Were you just another asset, a stepping stone to achieving his purpose? He dared question your loyalties while actually being the guilty one. You wanted to move, but you needed to be sure. There was nothing to hold on to, yet you wanted to believe in him. You hoped it wasn't real. Unfortunately it was. He didn't stop. You wanted to scream at him, confront him, and slap him. But it would've been too lenient, and you didn't want that. You wanted to hurt him so bad. Right where it hurts.

It was all a fucking joke. He made a joke out of you. And you wanted to return the favor twofold. So you picked up your cellphone and called him.

"Hello Kento?"

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dejwrld · 8 months

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˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — FIREWORKS AND FIRST KISSES

🩰 — choso & y/n attend a summer festival together as technically their first real date, but feelings and the summer heat kinda get the best of them.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, female anatomy describe, slice of life au, band member!choso, skater!choso, record shop worker!choso, extremely fast paced fic, tooth rotting fluff, kinda my own ossumption and characterization of modern choso, profanity, mentions of family drama, reader & choso making out, slight exhibitionism kinda, brief clit play, kinda, festival chapter yay, mentions of other characters: utahime, geto, maki, yuji, mimiko and nanako (whose aged down for plot purposes) | mdni, taglist, masterlist, other creations

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It’s been a week since Choso admitted to having a crush on you and your mind still was running rapid about him telling you this. You’ve completely ignored the fact that he was crushing on you when you two would text or talk on the phone late at night. You adore how patient he was with you, even though you were sure he craved to hear your thoughts on the crushing situation—he didn’t pester you about a decision on if you like him back or not.

He was so soft with you that it caused your stomach to fill with butterflies and your cheeks to radiate so much heat. Choso clouded your mind so heavily that even your little class of eight-year-old dancers could tell that you were thinking of someone. The innocent teasing of them claiming you have a boyfriend when they catch you staring off with a smile. Currently, Utahime is sticking a beautiful pink flower hairpin in your braids that was pulled back into a perfect bun.

“Your head has been in the clouds lately, are you okay?” Utahime questioned as she glanced in the mirror in front of your vanity. “I’ve noticed you dazing off when you practice.”

“It’s nothing.” Your words tumble out so quickly that Utahime knew that was a lie. She finally managed to neatly place the hairpin in your hair before she glanced in the mirror at your reflection.

“Is it that boy?” Utahime questioned. “It’s so strange because your mother always would say the same thing when she would space out. Just to find out she was daydreaming about your bonehead of a father,” Utahime chuckles before she motions for you to stand from the seat you were sitting in.

You stood up smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from your attire before speaking, “He admitted to having a crush on me.” Your eyes glance down at the geta footwear that was on your feet before you glance at Utahime’s teasing smile.

“That’s so cute, but he’s a nice guy. I met him when he first got hired at Suguru’s shop.” Utahime pointed out. “How do you feel about that? The last time you were serious with someone, it was that one guy. What was his name?”

“Naoya. I wouldn’t count that as anything serious. We didn’t really get anywhere. He just was a bed warmer after long hours in dance class.” Your shoulders shrug. “I don’t know, maybe we’re moving too fast.” Your words sting your own tongue even saying.

You liked Choso, you liked him more than you expected actually. He brought a smile to your face without you realizing it. He made you feel so alive that on some occasions you forgot to breathe. He was a breath of fresh air in your suffocating world of dance and you loved that.

“Do you think you’re moving too fast or are you only saying that to consider self-sabotaging what you guys are growing into?” Utahime waltzs around you to ensure that your yukata is perfect.

Which it was. The floral print and pastel pink shades complement your complexion wonderfully. You felt like a princess that just got pampered and frankly, you couldn’t wait to see the way Choso’s eyes light up brightly when he saw you.

“Maybe, I am self-sabotaging. I’m only here for three months before I have to return to the States for university.” You grabbed your clutch to place important things in it. “What’s the point of putting my all into something that could be temporary to the both of us.”

“You don’t know that Y/N,” Utahime says. “You don’t know if he views this as a temporary thing. You’re just overthinking.” She playfully slaps your shoulder.

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your next words and your cheeks heats immediately seeing his name flash on your phone. Your thumb drags alongside the screen to answer the call and hearing Choso’s voice sent a nourishing quiver down your spine.

“Hey, I’m outside. I was wondering if you wanted to walk to the festival together.” He then kisses his teeth. “I should have asked this earlier, but I was helping with the inventory at the shop, so I forgot.” He rambles on about his day of counting records for Suguru and your lips curve into a smile as you’re mouthing a farewell to Utahime and leaving the room.

“I’m coming down now, just give me a couple of seconds.”

You end the call and when you finally make it down, Choso is leaning against a wall waiting. The black kimono he wore hugged his figure nicely and displayed that whatever free time he had outside of being a responsible older brother, skateboarding, working in a record shop, and being in a band—he worked out. When his eyes landed on you, his smile grew bigger and his eyes glimmered while he closed the gap in between you.

“Wow.” was the only thing he could utter as his dark eyes glossed over you one more time. He extends his arm for you to grab upon and you do immediately. “The festival isn’t that far away, so I hope you don’t mind if we walk. I just thought it would be nice to do so.”

You smile at him while gripping his arm while walking, “I’m okay with that. I’m just glad to be spending time with you.” You look over at him and notice the tip of his ears immediately reddens at your words. “Does your ears always do that?”

“When a pretty girl has me blushing, yup!” Choso bluntly admits as he walks in the direction of the festival. The two of you can already hear the loud music from different instruments.

“That’s good to know. It means I’m doing a good job at winning you over.” You playfully nudge his side with a smile. “I’m glad you invited me to this, I would have been stuck being bored in Utahime’s place.”

“They have a pretty cool firework show at the end and I thought it would be cool to watch it with you.” Choso smiles and now it was your turn to feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks steam with heat.

You peek down at your shoes before speaking, “Then thank you again.” You quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek before continuing to walk.

This time not only did his pierced ears illuminate a shade of red, but his cheeks also. You had a charm on the man and you knew it. “Did you ever talk to your brother? You guys left off on a sour note,” You pointed out as you glanced over at him.

“He actually hasn't been home lately. Staying over at a friend's house because it’s closer to his internship,” Choso’s lips form a straight line as if he was trying to believe his own words. “But he’s supposed to be here tonight because he volunteered to work at one of the booths.”

“Well, I still think you guys should talk. It seems there's some tension between you two,” You point out. “But we don’t have to talk about it,” A comforting smile spreads across your face while you continue to walk. Your eyes look ahead seeing the decor for the festival bit by bit.

“I don’t want to dampen the mood, it’s just when our mom just up and left leaving us with his grandfather—it took a toll on him when he was younger. He told me he saw her again when he was out with his friends and she completely ignored him.” Choso comment. “So, I feel like he’s doing this just to try to get her attention. Which he’s never going to get.” Choso sighs.

A frown appears on your face hearing his words and you sigh, “I’m sure he’ll realize that she isn’t a good person.”

“But I just don’t want him to realize it when it’s too late,” Choso interjects and when you two finally make it to the entrance of the festival, the gloomy look that decorated his face disappears. “But on a lighter note, let’s have some fun.”

You didn’t want to pester him anymore about the situation. You gave him a smile and let him guard you through the crowd at the festival. As you two ventured through vendor booths and food booths, Choso noticed Noritoshi holding the hands of Mimiko and Nanako while talking to this dark-haired girl who wore a royal blue kimono.

“Choso!” Noritoshi yells while waving the hand he briefly detached from holding one of the twins.

You approached the group with a smile and Noritoshi couldn’t help but return it.

“Suguru, went to go find Satoru in this crowd of people and I’m stuck with the two lovely twins.” He motions to the twins who were gripping his attire completely shy since it was a certain stranger by you.

“Mimiko and Nanako, how’s dance class?” Choso bends over to their height to open his arms and let them run into them. He picked both of them up with ease. “You know, my friend here always is a dancer.”

“Really?” Nanako glances over at you and you wave at her but her shyness overcomes her again and she hides her face in the crook of Choso’s neck.

“So, Choso. This is Maki, she's the newest employee at the shop and guess what? She’s a bassist player,” Noritoshi smiles at him.

Maki adjusted her glasses on her face before waving, “Suguru told me you guys needed a bassist player,” Her voice trails off before speaking. “So, here we are. Do I need to like audition?”

Choso and Noritoshi share a look and you were expecting for them to say yes because that’s what bands do. They held auditions for members to join, but they shook their heads and let out a similar laugh. “No, if Suguru hired you, you got to be one hell of a player,” Choso answers.

He places the twins back down, ruffling up their hair before looking at Noritoshi and Maki. “I’m going show Y/N around, text my phone.” He stops abruptly to give Noritoshi a warning look. A look that told Noritoshi to not call his phone at all while he showed you around.

“Jeez, I get the memo. Remember you’re opening tomorrow, so don’t stay out too late.” Noritoshi’s eyebrows weary together. “Now, who wants taiyaki?” He asked the twins who cheered excitedly and grasped Maki’s hand to follow Noritoshi into the crowd of festival attendees.

Now you and Choso were alone again to enjoy the festival, engaging in childish games at booths, and now enjoying food before the firework show to conclude the evening. You ate your food and soon you felt someone staring at you when you glanced up from your food, you met Choso’s alluring gaze as he tapped his silver ring-covered fingers on the table you sat. You swallowed the last bit of food that was in your mouth before speaking, “Is there something on my face?” You question while hands embarrassingly brushing anything off your face.

“You don’t have anything on your face, Y/N.” His lips swell into a smile before adding. “You’re just so beautiful.” He sighs happily and leans forward to pick up one of the dumplings from your food and pop one in his mouth.

Your body grows hot and a tingling chill travels down your spine before clearing your throat and sipping at your throat. “Thank you. But I must remind you, if we want to have a nice spot for the fireworks show, we should hurry.” You glance at the time on your phone.

Choso continued to eat as if your words went into one ear and exited out the other. He takes a bite out of his food and shrugs his shoulders, “I know a spot that has the best view of the fireworks. Don’t worry,” He flashes a comforting smile that causes you to ease in your seat—correction, make your whole body fill like a bowl of putty Geto’s twins possibly play with.

“Special spot? I’m flattered, have you brought every one of your dates to this special fireworks viewing spot?” You ask.

“No, I usually don’t go to these types of things. But I thought it would be romantic to take you,” He grins and you can’t help but return the smile.

Choso finishes his food and tosses it in the trash closest to you before speaking again, “Do you have doubts that I’m actually interested in you?” His dark eyes that you tend to be afraid to gaze at look at you.

“It’s not that.” You split your last dumpling in half—picking it up with your chopsticks and guiding it towards Choso’s mouth. He eagerly eats the half you offered and waits for your response. “It’s just I refuse to believe that you’re single or it’s not other girls in life or interested in you.” You eat the last bit of your food.

Choso picked up your trash to throw away before finding his seat yet again. His fingers comb through his jet-black strands of hair, “Obviously, there are girls that are interested in me. That private message me on social media, and believe it or not—even a groupie or two. But they don’t pique my interest as much as you.” He explains.

He watches you chew at the straw of your drink before grabbing your free hand. Despite the summer heat that had you sweating in your attire, the coolness of his rings cooled you down. The pad of his thumb rubs against your hand, “I know, we only have such little time together before you’re back in New York. But, I feel good about this. About us. As hopelessly romantic and cliche as this sounds.” He sighs and removes his hand from yours.

You felt empty when he drew his hand away to stand up.

“Are you ready to see some fireworks?” He extends his hand for you to take and you grab onto it because you wanted his touch more than ever.

You let him guide you through the crowd of people who were making their way closer to the sight of the fireworks. But, when Choso made a turn in an area that you were sure wasn’t meant for festival goers—you gripped his hand tighter, and like the gentleman he was, he returned the squeeze just to comfort you that you were going to be okay. He opened the gate and let you walk through first and the two of you followed a trail that led to a hill that overlooked the festival. Many people that were wandering around looked like ants compared to where you and Choso were. Completely starstruck from the view, you didn’t notice that Choso put down a blanket for you to sit on. You kick your shoes off and sit down on the blanket next to him just in time for the first firework to decorate the night sky that had a sprinkle of stars twinkling down on you.

Your eyes glance at the colorful works of art in the sky, but you didn’t even notice the stare Choso was giving you at the moment. As his body was sprawled out on the blanket and his head resting in his hand, he stares at you as if you’re the best piece of art in the world’s exclusive museum. As if you were the muse of every song he’s written with Noritoshi. While you were astonished by the fireworks in the sky, he was astonished by you and your beauty that causes the blood to rush to his olive shaded cheeks.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You turn to look at him, your body moving a bit to be closer unintentionally.

“Maybe I should do that,” He fishes for his phone and put the camera on you. “Smile.”

You smile for the camera and when he was done, he show you the picture. You wanted to admit that this the happiest you’ve been when you were away from home. From traveling to Russia to Europe, your ballet trips around the world were eventful—but lonely. You’ve spent the time with your peers, stunned everyone with your skills, but still felt alone. But this summer, you felt as warm as the weather that kissed your skin when you left Utahime’s apartment. He made you feel this way.

“Can I ask you something?” Choso breaks the calming silence between you two. His eyes glancing at the fireworks but then back at your face to meet your curious look.

“Sure, ask away.” You respond.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

Your heart pulses in your chest and you are forced to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in your throat. Timidly, your head nods because you are lost with words—but if those words were to untie and come undone, they would be eagerly saying yes. Yes, that Choso could place his soft pink shaded lips on yours as if it was the end of the world.

When he leaned up to meet you halfway, his lips crashed on yours so intensely that your mind immediately froze. Choso kissed you as if you’ve never been kissed before. Stealing the thought of every guy that you’ve lip-locked with and tossing it in the trash because they no longer mattered. The kiss was hot—moist and breathy, the two of you weren’t per se trying to win a battle of who’ll kiss harder, but more so still learning what kissing technique can cause the other to gasp in a hot moan or cause goosebumps to garnish each other’s skin. Less likely a battle, but a union—a mere collaboration to want to be close with each other. Surely, Choso knew this. He’s urging you on your back under the blanket that was on the ground, while his large frame climbs on top of you—not breaking the kiss at all.

You wanted to curse yourself for deciding to go all out at this festival. Utahime made it known to you that you didn’t have to wear the attire because people also go to the festivals in regular clothing, but you want to respect the culture and be in the spirit of the date insisted. Now it was in between the steamy moment of Choso’s guitar playing hands from free roaming your frame. His lips travel across your jawline, kisses, sucks, and nibbles. The sound of the fireworks blocks out your moans, but just at the sight of Choso’s pierced ears growing red—you knew he could hear them. He knew he was making you feel better even if he couldn’t indulge in the wetness in between of your thighs.

His lips travel back to yours to deepen a kiss that made your heartbeat. Your eyes shift close in the bliss of the moment before your fingers comb through his hair. You tugged his long strands just a bit to gain a moan before he finally gave you what you wanted. His touch.

The fireworks expand brightly in the night sky above you two, practically being the only source of light you and Choso had. His fingers dance behind you to undo the knot that holding your kimono together and close. But he didn’t fully push it open, just a bit to help him be comfortable in between your thighs that he used his own knee to push them apart.

His hand disappeared in between your bodies and you anticipated him to slide those guitar-strumming fingers in your panties, but teasingly—his index and middle fingers pushed upon your folds. Even you can feel how wet you were due to such a small task causing your panties to stick your lips provocatively. Your eyes finally open and you’re met with Choso staring down at you. His cheeks were stained with a crismon colored blush and kissed swollen lips were curving into a smirk.

“All we did was kiss, Y/N.” He reminds while fingers trace alongside the waist line of the seamless nude panties you wore.

You cover your face in embarrassment just in time to feel your face warm up. “Oh shut up.” You slap his shoulder playfully.

“Do I have that much of a charm on your, hm?” He rubs his fingers in a circular motion, not even bothering to pull your panties to the side. But to let you wither under him as he teases you.

“Maybe you do,” Your words were like a broken record. You can hardly get your words out with him toying with you like this.

“That’s good to know,” He clicks his tongue and he pulls your panties to the side. His lips kissed you so sensually until you were moaning mess beneath him with each motion of his fingers.

You’ve heard many rumors and jokes about how band members are splendid with their fingers and gosh, was he proving those rumors to be as true as ever. He haven’t even inserted any in you yet, but just the way he strummed your clit as if it was his guitar caused you to moan out his name.

Choso. Choso. Choso.

In a faint whisper in tune with the fireworks, he says in your ear, “That’s right, say my name.”

Through the cracks and booms of the fireworks, for the remainder of the night—the only name you knew was his and the fact that he was very talented with his fingers.

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[ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ] ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ

summary; they already knew they were in love with you, but in this exact moment, they know they're absolute goners tw; none just fluff (one teeny tiny dig at geto bc i am me) note; just some fluffy blurbs word count; 813 (they're short blurbs) jujutsu kaisen masterlist // main masterlist

SATORU GOJO knows he's a goner when he walks into his apartment and finds you lazing on the couch in fluffy wool stockings and his ugly Christmas sweater.

Your legs hanging from the side of the couch's armrest, swinging them back and forth as you flip through the pages of last month's Vogue edition.

You look ethereal, and you look like you were made to be there.

There in his apartment, in his clothes.

Gojo unties the blindfold across his eyes and practically falls down on top of you. His chin digs slightly into your chest as he looks up at you. "Hi."

You let out a breathless giggle as you go through the magazine onto the coffee table, weaving your hands through his snowy white locks instead. "Hi."

You indulge him, let him stay there for a while before trying to wriggle out of his grip. Gojo just lets out a loud whine, tightening his grasp on your waist.

"C'mon, babe, I've been waiting all day for you to get back so that we could decorate the tree together." You gesture at the carton box filled with ornaments sitting next to the huge Christmas tree in the corner of your living room (Gojo insisted you guys get the biggest one.)

You manage to get out of his grip and walk over to the tree, grabbing the first ornament—a sparkly plastic candy cane.

"Well?" You turn to your boyfriend, "Are you gonna help or not?"

Gojo moves off of the couch, snapping out of his reverie.

It's such a mundane thing—decorating the Christmas tree in preparation for December 25th—still, Gojo feels like his heart is on wings when he watches you get on your tip-toes to place the red ornament in your hand on a higher branch.

He's loving every second of it, standing there next to you as you whine about the fact that you want to be the one to place the tree topper on top of the Christmas tree (even though he's taller and it would be much easier for him to do it) he thinks he could do this for the rest of his life.

The mundane things, that is.

Yeah, Gojo thinks as he watches you, he's definitely a goner.

SUGURU GETO thought that the word tired was an understatement of how he was feeling. He could still feel the ache in his bones as he begrudgingly got out of bed.

He'd gotten home late from the mission last night (around 1 AM) and to be very honest, he was still tired.

But the sound of Nanako and Mimiko's giggling, accompanied by your soft laughter was enough motivation to drag him out of bed.

A small chill runs over his spine as he slips on a sweater that was strewn on the designated clothes chair in the corner of your room, and he makes his way into the kitchen.

Nanako and Mimiko are sitting at the breakfast counter, legs dangling off the stools, with open (blank) notebooks in front of them.

You're standing behind the breakfast counter, bowl of pancake batter resting on your hip as you point to something in Mimiko's textbook.

"No, you have to multiply first, even if the addition is written first," You instruct, grabbing an extra pencil as you quickly jot something down in Mimiko's notebook, "Like this."

The girl nods and does (presumably) a different exercise before turning the notebook to you with a proud smile. You ruffle her hair as you praise her for doing the exercise correctly.

"What's going on here?" Geto questions, making his presence known as he rounds the breakfast counter to place a quick kiss on your temple.

"Nothing much—I think our daughter might be the next Einstein," You reply, softly pinching Mimiko's cheek.

Geto lets out a loud laugh, "Yeah? What about you Nanako?"

The blonde girl huffs as she puts down her pencil in frustration. "I don't need to be Einstein," The girl replies haughtily, "I'm gonna be an actress."

You and Geto share a look at the proclamation. "Are you?" You ask teasingly, "Well, don't forget us when you're all famous, okay?"

"I would never!" Nanako replies, making both of you laugh.

"Well, we can achieve those dreams later," Geto comments, "How about we have breakfast first?"

You poke his cheek slightly. "You're the only one that still needs to have breakfast, we ate hours ago."

"Mom's right, Dad," Mimiko comments, and Nanako quickly adds, "You're lazy—we've been up for hours."

The words warm Geto's heart a little. "Is that so?" He asks, only get a hum of confirmation in reply.

He takes a seat next to Mimiko and watches as you dance around the kitchen making breakfast. The sight makes him want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

You're so perfect, Geto thinks to himself, what would he do without you?

(*cough* turn into a genocidal maniac *cough*)

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@006461 said (inbox):

Never before did he have a reason for Valentine's Day. Usually he was given chocolates by admirers here and there, but those were met with polite rejection and an awkward exchange; really, the day could have came and went without much attention unless it meant getting discounted candy when the holiday was done. This year, though — He has a reason, a special someone, to give cheesy cards and chocolates and gifts. Except that someone was simple and sentimental. The gift wasn't the biggest part of it; the meaning behind it was.

It might have been the reason why Geto had gotten Nanako and Mimiko involved, giving each of them a flower on their way to Nanami's bakery when they stopped before school. They knew they had a big responsibility and promised to quickly drop the flowers on the counter, but not before getting their anpan, of course! And just as they were told, they did. In a scurry of giggles and running of out the bakery, they raced on their way to school.

Making sure to leave enough time between the girls getting and making his arrival, Geto stepped into the bakery. It was thankfully quiet; that sweet hour after morning and before noon when people might be getting lunch. With a bouquet of tulips in hand, there was no hesitation, no moment of pause as it was held out toward Nanami. Not because he was nervous or was afraid the moment would pass by them with a customer entering. N - No, No... It wasn't that.

"Hey." His greeting was a little too casual, and he tried for it to be, but his smile was a little strained, worried as he cleared his throat and pointed to the ribbon tying the bouquet, pointed to the key threaded on it. "Valentine's Day is supposed to be about gestures of love, right? Well, I... I want to ask you something."

NANAMI NEVER CARED MUCH for Valentine’s Day. He received gifts and the like, but they were always from giggling girls who were too shy to approach him on a good day. Some of the girls who had given him chocolates were individuals he could barely remember the name of; however, as confused as he was by the whole thing, he did accept what was given to him and returned offered chocolates with his own come White Day. At work in the office, well – it really wasn’t too different. Now that he didn’t have admirers watching him from across the room, it was very rare for him to ever get anything anymore. Thus, the holiday was oftentimes forgotten save for the cheaper chocolate in stores that Nanami would gladly buy to use in his pastries. Today had been fairly busy for the most part due to last minute orders, so he had been making all kinds of chocolate related things since the morning all the way up until the afternoon.

How glad he was to see Nanako and Mimiko appear, surprised to see the flowers they had placed on the counter and just as amused when Nanako without skipping a beat, asked about anpan. So, imagine his surprise when the bell on the door jingled and Geto stepped through rather than another customer. Brows rose with surprise, green eyes shifting to linger upon the bouquet right there in the other’s hands. It took a moment for it to connect that this was for him – that those flowers the other was walking around with, were MEANT for him and him alone. ❝S-Suguru, what…❞ His words trailed off, Nanami not even sure what to say before he cleared his throat, and stood straighter. ❝I mean, it is good to see.❞ This was the first time in a while he had seen Geto so…anxious? Was that it? Anxious? Normally they seemed so sure of themselves that to see him acting so awkward was endearing.

At first, Nanami hadn’t seen the key threaded into the bouquet, yet the moment it was pointed out, the surprise he felt only grew that much more. His mouth parted, partially agape and eyes widened. That key… He didn’t need to ask about it to know what it meant. He knew. There was a great deal of trust in this single action, one that spoke volumes without Geto needing to even ask. ❝I think I know what this means,❞ he managed to say, gaze moving back to meet with the other’s darker hues. ❝But even though I know, I would love to hear you ask it.❞

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