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First Encounter: Geto Suguru
by LHatake87
"Geto!" The teenage girl's voice bounced through the corridor, "Slow down," she panted as he stopped at the edge of the grass.
Looking down, he waited for her to speak. Blinking up at him, Y/n thought over what she should say. His eyes were softer than usual, but still hard and firm. As he watched her e/c eyes, he hated how they tugged at his heart. She was the only one that could pull any emotion from him aside from anger and hatred. Geto Suguru did not have a weakness. Until the day he met her.
Y/n Nanami.
She was light in the darkness of the world they lived in. Killing. Curses. Sorcerers. Was there ever going to be an end to it all? One day. One day Geto would make sure the world would be rid of curses and sorcerers alike.
———
Geto remembers the first time he met Y/n like it was yesterday. His underclassman, Kento Nanami, was escorting someone through the gates of the school. As he approached Nanami, he scanned the girls silhouette. Her h/c hair was tied up with a dark red ribbon, high and kept off her neck. She wore a pair of white thigh high socks, accentuating her legs. The black skirt was rather short, but Geto still found his eyes drawn upward, taking in all of her. The white blouse was crisp and clean on her back.
"Nii-San," her voice was delicate as Geto moved closer. "I told you that you don't have to do this. I'm perfectly fine-"
"You need to learn how to control your cursed energy," Nanami cut off the girl. She had called him 'Nii-San' but Geto didn't recall Nanami mentioning a younger sister. Or any sister, for that matter. "You won't listen to me, so this is the best option."
Before Geto could speak, the girl beside Nanami stopped abruptly, gasping loudly. Her arms were raised as if she had been surprised and disgusted all at once. Geto lifted his gaze, only to find his smug friend stopped before the h/c.
"You're all wet, Muffin," Gojo's voice taunted as he stepped back.
Those ice-blue eyes over the rim of his glasses, Gojo's gaze danced over the drenched girl. The bottle of water in his hand was nearly empty as he held it. Geto watched as he held his breath. Nanami and Gojo were never a good combo. If this girl truly was Nanami's younger sister, Gojo was likely in for an ear full.
"Muffin?!" The girl huffed angrily as she stomped her foot. Lifting her head, whatever words were on her tongue fell short when she found the eyes of Gojo looking at her.
Geto braced himself for the backlash that was coming. But instead, Gojo was the one to speak first. "My apologies, Muffin," why was he sticking with that? "Here," Gojo moved, dropping the bottle to the ground, allowing him to remove his jacket.
As Gojo moved in closer, he wrapped the black fabric around the girl's shoulders. He was close enough for his static scent to slip up her nose. Her eyes were leveled at his chest. He was so tall. The white of his shirt was wrinkled slightly. She was torn between lifting her head and letting him continue without daring a look. But she had to. Those eyes had sliced through her like a knife.
When her head lifted, Gojo had his tilted downward. Those glacial orbs caught sight of her e/c ones again. Her breath shuddered in her chest as she felt his fingers brushed her neck. As he fixed the collar of his jacket, she shakily slipped her arms inside. Had time managed to stop around them? She was certain Kento wouldn't allow a boy to be so close to her. Let alone a handsome one.
"What's your name, Muffin?" Gojo coaxed.
Opening her mouth, nothing came out. Clearing her throat, she tried again, "Y/n," she offered, "F/n Nanami."
"Satoru Gojo," he smiled lazily, "I didn't know Nanami had a sister." He arched a brow as he looked to Kento. "Older?" He inquired, "Or younger?" His tone caressed Y/n as she watched him intently. He hadn't moved back.
Kento was not as impressed as his sister. "We need to go, Ryo."
Ryo- to defy. Nanami had called her that since they were kids. She hated it. But that's partially why he kept using it. She defied everyone, every step of the way. Including him. No matter what it was in life, she would fight against anyone that tried to tell her what to do.
Taking hold of Y/n's arm, Nanami yanked her towards him closer. "His jacket," she pleaded.
"I'll return it later," Nanami glanced back, "after you can change."
That was it. Geto didn't even get to say hello. He watched on as Nanami dragged her forward. Her head was turned back, looking between Gojo and Getou, the man she hadn't seen until now. Neither male could take their eyes off of her. But why? What was so special about her? Geto suspected that Gojo wanted a new toy. He loved screwing with girls hearts.
Gojo picked up the water, "Well this is an interesting development," he smiled teasingly.
"You did it on purpose," Geto glanced to Gojo, "didn't you?"
"Who, me?" Gojo's smile twisted into a smirk, "I would never dream of doing something like that on purpose." They watched as the brother and sister vanished inside the building. "Did you know he had a sister?"
Geto thought for a moment, "No," he answered honestly. "And whatever you're thinking," they looked at each other, "don't do it."
It was pointless, though, and Geto knew it. There was no stopping Gojo Satoru when he had his mind set on something. He took what he wanted. And somehow, no one hated him for it. Yet. He was arrogant, but his lineage allowed him to back it up. Geto hated him sometimes. Not only for his power, but for his lackadaisical attitude. Geto wished things didn’t bother him like they did Gojo.
As Gojo walked to follow the path of Y/n and Nanami, Geto shook his head. There was no reason for him to try and stop Gojo. He'd let him go make whatever mistakes he was going to. He'd deal with introductions later.
———
The rain fell behind Geto as he recalled the memory of the first time he'd seen her. It was a light drizzle, adding a chill to the air. Y/n's uniform was soaked as she had followed him through the campus. Shrugging off his jacket, he repeated the action Gojo had the first day they met. As he wrapped the jacket around her shoulders, Y/n froze at his closeness.
"Mouse," he kept his voice hushed as he lifted his fingers to brush her damp bangs from her forehead, "what is it?"
Y/n's breath caught in her throat as Geto’s hand slid to her cheek. "I-I-" She couldn't find her voice as he leaned in closer.
Heat spread across her chest as Geto leaned in. "Tell me, Mouse," he murmured at the corner of her lips, "what is it you want?"
"I'm tired of you teasing me," she said in a rushed admission.
His lips curved into a smirk as he pressed them to her cheek. "I thought you liked my secret touches," she did, that wasn't the issue at all.
"I want more," she admitted, "I want you to touch more of me." She couldn't believe she told him the truth. "Suguru, please."
It wasn't the first kiss the two had shared, so Y/n wasn't surprised to taste the nicotine on his tongue as he slipped it into her mouth. The hand on her cheek slipped to hold her neck, giving him leverage to deepen the bruising kiss. With a hand on her waist, Geto guided Y/n towards the wall. The alcove between the vending machine and cinder blocks offered the perfect cover to give her what she thought she wanted. In truth, Geto wanted it too. He wondered if Y/n truly did, though.
Tracing her hip, Geto let his hand slip to her bare thigh. Lifting it higher and higher, Geto’s fingers itched to strip her bare. Shifting their bodies, Geto allowed his hand to brush over her mound lightly. Y/n twitched under his touch. He wondered why she was suddenly so bold, but didn't dare ask.
Lower. His fingers teased lower. Y/n nearly gasped as his fingers traced her clit. When Y/n moaned into the kiss they still shared, Geto broke away to watch her face. Her cheeks were blazing, but he didn't stop. He held her stare as he began to slowly stroke her sensitive bud. His hand kept her in place as his gripped tightened on her neck. She wouldn't have pulled away, but he wanted to make sure she wanted this.
"Say it, Mouse," he coaxed, "Tell me what you want."
Swollen lips parted with a moan, "Y-yes," she whispered.
Geto shook his head, "Details, Mouse."
"Touch me," she nearly shouted, "I want you to touch me, Suguru."
Only he could manage to get her to say it. They both knew it. Geto rarely showed emotion, unless it came to Y/n. And this, this intense feeling between them now as his hand slid into her panties, he wanted to cherish it. He wanted to sweep her away from the world of curses and sorcery, but this would be the best he could offer her. Intimate moments shared between them that no one would ever know about.
Whimpering, Y/n bit her lip as Geto’s fingers dipped lower. Her lips were slick with desire as he parted them. One finger eased into her. Pulling it free, he repeated the action. After a few strokes, he added a second, making Y/n moan loudly.
"Shhh, Mouse," Geto pressed his lips to her damp neck, "someone might hear you."
Y/n didn't know what to do with her hands at all. They lay flat on the concrete wall behind her. She wanted to touch Geto too, but she feared he'd stop if she did. Hesitantly, she lifted one hand to grip his forearm, the one that pumped his fingers. The muscles were taught as he continued to finger her.
"Y-Yami," she stammered.
Continuing to kiss her neck, Geto’s teeth slid against her pulse, "I'm your darkness," another scrape, "aren't I, Mouse?"
All she could do was nod and make a noise that was something related to a yes. She was so close. She wanted more. She wanted him. But she knew he wouldn't go that far. Not here at least. And likely, not now.
When Y/n's mouth flew open, Geto’s hand clamped over it, muffling the scream that rippled through her body. His dark eyes held her e/c ones as they glistened. As Geto moved his hand from her mouth, he covered it with his, smothering her with another kiss. Y/n nearly whined as Geto pulled his hand from between her legs.
Moving far enough to hold her stare, Geto lifted his slicked fingers to his mouth. The blush on Y/n's cheeks intensified as she watched him slip them into his mouth. Geto had never tasted anything so delicious. The need to drink all of her in was almost too great. He needed to get away from her.
Stepping back, Geto broke all contact with Y/n as he removed his fingers from his watering mouth. Y/n felt an icy cold as she watched Geto contained to walk back from her. All she could was hold his gaze as he walked away. Once on the threshold of the corridor, Geto turned without a word.
Y/n stayed with her back pressed to the wall. Her legs felt like jello as she played the memory of his touch in her mind. She would never be able to forget what he felt like. She didn't want to. She wanted more- NO! She needed more. What Geto didn't know, and would one day hate himself for, was that Y/n had never been touched like that before.
What a first encounter.
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