𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 || jjk story

Ch.2

I walk into my room, to change into a more relaxed outfit. I truly wonder what Geto could want from me. Maybe it's something with Itadori as usual. I put on a baseball cap before leaving out, I'd be dead if anyone caught me out with him. I sigh as I walk out of my room, stressing myself out a lot. I began walking towards the exit of the school, hoping that Gojo and the students were nowhere nearby.

"Hey y/n!" I look over to see Mai walking over. "Aren't you supposed to be with Gojo right now?" She questions.

"I don't feel well, just stepping out to get fresh air." I mumble continuing to walk out of the building.

I didn't give Mai a chance to respond, exiting the building as fast as I could. I am already late to meeting Geto. I rush to the cafe, entering it, spotting Geto at a table drinking tea. I sit across from him letting out a long sigh.

"Took you long enough." He places his cup down on the table. "We have a lot to talk about y/n." He looks at me with a puzzled look, "What's with the...outfit?"

"I have to be undercover."

Geto lets out a small chuckle, "You can't let people see you with your high school ex-boyfriend?"

I sigh. Geto and I did have a history, but I hated being reminded of it...we broke up because I couldn't notice when he was at his worst. I truly loved him but yet was so blind. "Geto, do you ever regret being with me?"

He looks at me with a blank expression for a bit. "No." He takes a sip of his tea before continuing, "you were the best girlfriend I could ask for; it was never your fault why things panned out the way they did."

"Geto..."

He takes my hand in his, "Y/n, I called you over because I missed you and I'm not the type to admit that."

I look at our intertwined hands and chuckle, "I miss when you used to hold my hand, it always felt like you were protecting me from something." He smiles at me. "Geto, why did you do it?"

His smile fades, staring at me in shock. "Do you remember the girl Gojo and I were made to protect...Riko Amanai?" I nod my head yes. "That's what really pushed me."

I shake my head no. "I don't want the version you told Gojo, I want the true version."

He sighs, "I offered Riko a choice, I offered up everything I stood for...compassion, purpose, ideals, and friendship." He takes a pause, "But that damn monkey..Toji came out of nowhere and blurred the lines between the weak and strong in a flash. He doesn't give a damn about others, only himself...he was strong without a curse, something I thought never existed." He sits back, keeping our hands intertwined, "What made it worse is that when Gojo carried out the dead Riko, the applause surrounding us was more deafening than anything else. Suddenly, the weakness of the weak was not a virtue but a vice." Geto holds on to my hand a bit tighter, "I broke...that moment was a reminder that I had failed, both my duty and my ideals."

"Geto..."

"My own best friend couldn't understand nor notice my suffering." He sniffles, "Over and over, I had to swallow curses that tasted like the cloth used to wipe vomit and shit." He looked at me with tear-filled eyes, "Gojo became the strongest, he could do anything he wanted. Gojo got so swept up in his own self that he forgot to look around, even at his best friend." He leans his head back before continuing, "I didn't even crave empathy from Gojo anymore and I don't hate Gojo either at any moment...it was simply how we were meant to be, picking different paths."

I hum before asking, "Why did you kill all of those innocent people?"

He gives me a puzzled look, "Can we go somewhere more private?"

I nod, removing my hand from his and getting up from my seat. He follows my lead, leaving money on the table for his tea. We exit the cafe together and he grabs my hand again. I willingly take his in mine as we continue to walk down the sidewalk. After about five minutes we reach a building, he opens the door for me then leads me to an open room.

"They are the reason curses are around in the first place." He sits on the floor, gesturing that I do the same. I sit beside him as he places his hand on my thigh. "Non-sorcerers are the reason why Curses were born in the first place..as you know non-shamans released more Cursed Energy as compared to the Sorcerers due to their inability to control that energy."

"I understand that but why kill the people?"

"Because the less of them, the less curses." He taps his fingers on my thigh, "I want a world where these monsters don't exist anymore."

I place my hand on top of his, caressing it with my thumb. "Do you think, with all the curses gone, life would be better?" I hear him sniffle again. I looked at his face seeing the tears he was holding back had finally been let free. "Geto..."

"I do, everything would've been so much better." He places his head on my shoulder, "I want everything back...you, Gojo...shit my whole high school friend group." He wipes his tears away, "I want to be normal y/n."

"Geto, you are normal."

"No I'm not." He sits up, this time facing me. "If I was normal, I wouldn't have done the shit I did, felt the way I felt." He turns my face to look at his, "I wouldn't have lost you."

"Geto...you didn't lose me, I'm right here." I place my hand on top of his. "I won't ever leave you and you know this."

He doesn't say anything, instead he leans in for a kiss...and I kiss back. Our kisses slowly turn into a messy make-out, leading us to only crave more of each other. I knew it was wrong to do this but, I couldn't make myself stop. The more Geto's hands roamed my body, the more I wanted him. He pulls me onto his lap as his hands go up my sweatshirt. I gasp at his cold hands touching my skin, as he teases my breast. I slip his robe off his shoulders, leaving his bare chest exposed.

"Y/n.." He pulls away from the make-out. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Geto."

He looks at me and smiles before kissing my neck, I let out tiny whimpers at the touch. Slowly, Geto began to undress me gently, his touch lingering far longer than necessary, savoring every curve, every contour, every crevice. His fingers glided over my skin like butterflies, leaving a trail of chills in their wake. My breaths became shorter, faster, as the weight of expectation bore down upon us both. Our lips finally met again in a deep, searching kiss that seemed to pull at invisible strings binding them together. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the heat coursing through our veins, the way our bodies moved in perfect harmony. With me straddling Geto, I lowered myself onto him, taking him inside of me with a soft moan. Our bodies seemed to melt together, finding new rhythms. Geto thrust with a controlled ferocity, matching my intensity. Each stroke was deliberate, intense, focused solely on ensuring that I reached the peak of ecstasy that I desired. When I screamed out my release, Geto followed suit, joining me in a release that overwhelmed us both. Geto slowly pulled away from me, my body pressed firmly against his as he did so. Both of us were utterly exhausted, physically and emotionally spent. Yet even after it all, neither of us could bring ourselves to leave quite yet. He ran his fingers along my cheek, staring at the exhaustion only sex can bring. I blinked slowly, returning his gaze with equal wonderment.

"What?" I whisper.

Geto stared at me with a smile, "I miss this," he breathed before burying his face in my neck.

"Yea, so do I." I hold onto him..knowing that everything we just did was so wrong.