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“Why so blue, pretty thing?” Suguru looks up to the sound of an unfamiliar voice and an even more unfamiliar face. She thinks about summoning a curse because she’s been on edge ever since Toji got on school grounds. She’s been on edge knowing dangerous people can get to her and she’s not nearly as safe as she thinks she is. Still, she can’t seem to muster up the energy to get defensive, to go on the attack. She’s been feeling lethargic, she’s been feeling overwhelmed and tired.
“Who’re you?” She asks and her head spins a little at the sight of a pretty blonde woman the height of Satoru himself. She wants to do more, maybe come off combative and aggressive but she just doesn’t have the energy right now. Maybe she’d deserve it if this stranger did kill her. Maybe she’d deserve to go out like this for being so careless. She knows stranger danger, she knows that she can be bested, that she’s hardly as strong as she thinks she is so she has to be alert, she has to be abrasive. Still, she really can’t find the fucking energy for it.
“Tsukumo Yuki,” she replies with a hair flip and a cute wink and Suguru knows instantly who she is. The other special grade besides her and Satoru, the one galavanting around the globe. Suguru wishes her morality would let her leave this all behind like Yuki’s does. She wishes she weren’t chained to the jujutsu world because of this power she was born into.
Sometimes she imagines her life if she hadn’t been born a freak. If she’d been born normal like her parents. She thinks then she could turn a blind eye to all the suffering.
It’s like her own damn curse being born a sorcerer, like being given this ability to see all the suffering in the world first hand and knowing she can do something about it. She’s too moral for her own good. She sometimes wishes that she were like Satoru. That she could stare all this destruction and ruin in the face and not feel some desperate ethical obligation to right it.
She wishes she could just leave. Let people die. To hell with them anyway. They rejoiced at Riko’s murder, a fourteen year old girl. Someone Suguru cared about and they all celebrated. They clapped and they clapped and she can hear it all clear as day. The way they slammed their palms together in applause.
It’s sick. It’s fucking vile. They’re disgusting creatures.
How can Suguru feel so passionate about protecting the same damn people who wanted a teenager dead? Riko was so sweet, she wanted to live. God it makes Suguru feel sick, it makes her feel so nauseous.
All Riko wanted was to live.
"Oh," is all Suguru can muster up because she doesn't want to be rude and express her distaste for Yuki's behaviour, she doesn't want to show how annoyed she is that Yuki isn't bound by the same stupid ethical code she is. In truth she’s in equal parts envious and disgusted by Yuki’s philosophy. She hates it, thinks it’s a vile thing to live your life for yourself and yet, she wants it more than anything. She wants to live by her own code, her own philosophy. She wants to live.
"Suguru, right?" She asks and Suguru nods her head. She can feel the trickles of water dripping from her wet hair down her back. Usually she would have dried it almost immediately but she hasn't been the same since Fushiguro Toji.
Before Riko’s death Suguru had a comprehensive haircare routine that always ended with her having beautiful silky hair for a full new week. Now she thinks she’ll die if she’s not startlingly hyper aware of her surroundings at all times. She can’t bring herself to pick up her heat protectant and hair dryer in case someone sneaks up on her. She can’t let herself drown in the sounds of the whirring hair dryer because she’s already suspended in memories of rhythmic clapping. Sadists all around her applauding the death of her friend.
The pair sit in silence for a moment that stretches into four before Yuki turns to Suguru and speaks once more, cocky smirk on her face that reminds Suguru a whole lot of Gojo Satoru, the, now, 'strongest' sorcerer. Her once best friend.
"So Suguru, what's your type in men?" It's an innocent enough question albeit a little out of the blue but it irks Suguru a little because she really doesn't want to confess to this near stranger with damn near no sense of responsibility that she’s been struggling with her sexuality for some time now. She doesn’t want to confess that she’s struggling with anything these days. She’s fine. She can sort it out herself. Her mental health, her physical weaknesses, her sexuality? It’s hers to figure out for herself.
She’s one of the former strongest. She’s strong enough to fucking figure it out herself.
If Satoru can stand up on his own and do things separate from Suguru then Suguru is perfectly capable of doing shit herself too.
"What do you want?" She asks and she tries to keep her voice as polite and respectful as possible because even if she is irked by Yuki in a million and one ways, Yuki is still older than her and therefore deserves a base level of respect. It’s only polite and it’s the way Suguru was raised. She was raised on the belief that elders deserve respect because they’re wise and sure, sometimes she thinks it’s bollocks but she chooses her battles carefully and she’d rather not lose her composure in front of another special grade. She’s lost enough of her dignity already, she doesn’t need to lose anymore.
Yuki flicks her head up and raises an eyebrow at Suguru. "Oh, I see." She says and she's vague enough that it annoys Suguru even more. What in fuck’s name does she see?
"What do you want?" She grits out and she knows she doesn't sound polite or kind like a dutiful good girl should. She knows she sounds pissed off, she knows she’s starting to lose her composure. She knows she’s losing her cool but for fuck’s sake these past few months have been so hard on her and she just wants so badly to get this conversation over with so she can mope around in her dorm room.
"Well, I guess now," she starts before leaning her head close to Suguru's ear and Suguru lets out a little involuntary shiver at the proximity, "I want to know what kind of woman is your type?"
All the exhaustion seems to bleed out of Suguru at once. "W-What?" She stutters and she knows she hasn't kept her cards close to her chest at all, she knows she's let Tsukumo know that she's hit the money with her assumption but she really doesn't know what else to say or do. Is she that transparent? Does something about her scream lesbian?
Christ. Her head is spinning clockwise and anticlockwise at random intervals, she feels like she’s got the worst case of vertigo ever, her heart is beating, it’s pumping and soaring, burning through oxygen too fast, too abrupt for her to keep up with it all.
Yuki laughs in her ear and it's melodic, it’s warm and it’s stabilising, grounding in its rhythm and its timbre. Her laugh, it’s so cocky and it's so brilliant, it’s exactly what Suguru would expect from a special grade like Yuki, someone truly worthy of the title. "Am I your type, Suguru?" She asks and Suguru's mouth dries up because she's so flustered and she feels like prey under a special grade stare.
Yuki is nice to look at, she's tall and she's blonde, cocky to a fault and she's powerful. She seems like she could break Suguru in half and Suguru loves that. She’s got pretty pink eyes and they’re a shade Suguru has never seen before but they’re so rich and so warm and it makes her feel like her soul’s on fire. Yuki has these muscles and this tall lean build that makes Suguru feel a little weak in the knees.
So yes, Yuki probably is her type, well she would be if she were a man because Suguru is not gay.
"No," Suguru says. She can feel her cheeks redden. They betray her, betray her feelings and her thoughts. She imagines Yuki could bend her over whether she wants to submit or not. It gets her feeling far too hot in the damp air of the school locker room. She imagines Yuki would be the type to whisper in her ear with that sexy voice and she’d do everything with confidence. She’d run her hands over Suguru’s body like it’s only natural because she has that energy, that cool calmness and conviction in all her actions.
Yuki laughs again before pulling away from Suguru's ear and Suguru is thankful to have her personal space returned to her.
"You're a bad liar, Suguru," she replies, hand moving over to grasp Suguru's inner thigh, only covered by a thin pair of shorts.
Yuki’s hand feels warm and it feels powerful, possessive and territorial like nothing else Suguru has ever experienced before.
"I'm not lying," Suguru responds, once again lying through her damn teeth.
Yuki turns to face her, to look at her, it's deep and it's intense, powerful and debilitating and Suguru has to wonder for a moment if curses just fumble to the ground when she looks at them like this, focussed and heavy, flirty with a self-assurance bordering on hubris.
Is this the true power of a special grade? Satoru and Yuki both have this element of daunting confidence, this flirtatious stare that Suguru has long considered out of her personality. Perhaps she should adopt it.
"That's a shame, considering you're mine." She says and it has Suguru wanting to keel over. She can feel the words going straight to her clit.
“Tsukumo-san, I,” she begins but there’s not really much direction in her statement.
What can she say?
What is she meant to respond?
“Call me, Yuki. Are you going to be honest now, Suguru? Are you going to tell me the truth?” Suguru can feel the warm rush of her breath, of her soul coming out for Suguru. Reaching out, whispering to a part of herself she had long been trying to suppress.
Fuck it feels so confrontational. So raw and real.
Suguru brings her eyes up to meet the pink stare fixated on her. To meet the tender eyes beneath gentle eyebrows, the arrogant glint in her irises and the smirk on her lips.
“I,” she begins again but it’s like words are molasses, it’s all getting stuck in her throat. She wants to say that she appreciates it but she doesn’t feel the same, she wants to lie and run away from this situation because it’s so damn tense and she isn’t ready. She doesn’t want it. She isn’t gay. There’s nothing wrong with it but, well, she’s just not.
Women are just beautiful. She’s not gay for admiring a beautiful woman, is she? No. She likes men. She’s just a late bloomer.
She’ll find a boyfriend that she can take home to her parents for Sunday brunch. She’ll be what’s expected of her. She can do that, she just needs more time.
Yuki tuts and stands up, hand clutching a motorcycle helmet.
“Come find me when you can be honest with yourself, sweet cheeks.”
It’s been four years since Suguru defected.
Since then she’s created a world for herself, she’s created a family around her that accepts her, they love her and her ideals. They think she’s a gift, they think of her as someone who could never let them down.
In that time she’s also committed a few crimes, nothing too major, just a few mass monkey murder sprees. It’s not like it matters.
Still, she isn’t expecting it when she sees Yuki again. This time she comes with that same cocky smirk and an order to kill Suguru from the higher ups.
Oh.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, sweet thing?”
Yuki’s voice sounds just as melodic as it always has. Yuki looks just as tasty, just as powerful and domineering.
“Yuki,” she starts.
It’s just them in this room.
Mimiko and Nanako are asleep. Manami has gone home. Larue and Miguel have fucked off to wherever it is those dogs go to at night.
Suguru and Yuki, all alone once more.
“I’m supposed to kill you, you hear?”
“I can see that, Tsukumo-san,” Suguru replies, her head feeling a bit dizzy at the sight of Yuki. If she concentrates hard enough she’s sure she’d be able to smell Yuki and her musk, her sexy, pretty soul under all of that muscle. “If that’s what you want to do, just know I will not make it easy for you,” Suguru says.
In the time she’s spent away from school she’s grown into herself even more. She too has a signature cocky smirk again. She has that radiant confidence bordering on hubris, she can bring people to their knees with her gaze alone now.
She’s grown into her special grade title and she’s grown into being jujutsu society’s greatest threat.
“Well, it’s not exactly what I want. You remember what I want, don’t you, Suguru?” She says as she steps closer and closer to Suguru in this space where Suguru lounges around and gets worship and praise.
It takes maybe two long strides and Yuki is stood before Suguru. It feels a little unfair like this. Yuki is much taller. Suguru has to bend her neck to look at those familiar pink eyes.
“You want to fuck me too, Tsukumo-san?” Suguru breathes out with a cheeky smile, her teeth going to bite her bottom lip in that way that drives monkey benefactors insane.
It’s repulsive. She hates monkeys and she hates men but God are they easy to squeeze money out of.
“I do, Suguru, are you willing to be honest now?”
Suguru hasn’t had this much fun in years. She can feel vibrations in her clit, she can feel the way her heart thunders and her legs yearn to crumble and wrap around Yuki’s waist.
She wants it, God she wants it so bad.
Suguru nods, eyes a little desperate, body a little frantic and she tries to keep it all contained inside her because she’s a cult leader now and she doesn’t want to lose her composure like this. Not in front of someone she’s so desperately attracted to.
Yuki makes a move, hand going to Suguru’s chin, it’s tender and it’s warm, it feels just like Suguru remembers and God, it feels so Heavenly.
She lets out a little whimper under the strength of Yuki’s fingers. She lets out a small noise of approval.
She wants desperately for this special grade to treat her rough. To fuck her within half an inch of her life on the dais, in this place where monkeys listen and obey her every word. She wants to show Yuki her soul, she wants to share it with a woman.
She knows who she is now. She knows she doesn’t give a shit about brunch on the weekends with a husband and her parents. She doesn’t care about the white picket fence and the American dream. She wants a woman like Yuki. She wants someone strong and dominating, someone who can take care of her, keep her sane and under control. She wants to take over the world, to make it so much better and she wants it with Yuki by her side.
It’s magnetic and beautiful.
“Come on then, pretty girl, speak to me. Tell me what you want, let’s see if we can reach some common ground.”
Her voice is low and it’s husky. It’s everything sexy to Suguru wrapped up in one.
She wants to hear how that voice gets muffled by her skin. She wants to eat all of everything Yuki can give her.
“Yuki, I,” Suguru can feel her head spinning. “God, fuck me please.” It feels impossible to be as wet as she is from as little as she’s getting right now.
“Whatever you want, sweet thing.” She winks and leans down, capturing Suguru’s lips in a heavy kiss that Suguru can barely keep up with. She can feel Yuki’s tongue everywhere. She can feel Yuki exploring her, exploring her mouth and her soul. Her hands are in Suguru’s hair, pulling and claiming. She can feel it all and it’s sending violent pulses to Suguru’s clit. She moans into the kiss feeling hornier than she’s ever had the energy to feel before.
She’s thankful for the robes, she’s thankful it takes no song and dance for her to part the fabric and find her bare clit. She presses and pulses desperately on the tender skin, whining and mewling. It feels heavy and Yuki’s hands crawl all over her. They take her out of her robe before Yuki pulls away from the kiss, hot and heavy.
“Look at you, you’re so gorgeous. Exactly my type.” She says and then her mouth is back on Suguru’s. It takes seconds for it to depart from Suguru’s mouth and to trail kisses along Suguru’s jaw, along the length of her neck.
Yuki bites and she sucks at the skin and Suguru feels her knees buckle under her weight, under the weight of all this tension. Yuki keeps her upright though with a hand around her waist and a growl along the length of her collarbone.
“Yuki,” she murmurs out in a horny jumble of sounds and feelings.
Yuki eats Suguru's bare flesh. She consumes and she devours and Suguru lets her do just that. She basks in the attention. Bathes in it.
She’s been waiting for years for this.
She’s been waiting four years, just for this.
She moans desperately and tries to find some relief, she moves her hips close to Yuki’s thigh so she can get some friction, so she can find more pleasure.
Suguru is a glutton.
Yuki pulls back and walks them over to the dais where she sits on the top step and pulls Suguru onto her lap. She’s wearing all her clothes still and Suguru can feel the harsh fabric of Yuki’s trousers on her leaking cunt. She feels a little bad, she’s ruining Yuki’s clothes but her pussy is sopping and she can’t find anything she can do about it except accept Yuki’s actions as reparations.
“You think you can get off from riding my thigh?” She asks.
Suguru can feel the heavy red blush settle in her cheeks because she really thinks she can and God isn’t that embarrassing. To be so close to the edge after such simple experiences.
Suguru nods, hips grinding down to focus pressure on her sensitive clit. She pushes and pulls her body through the motions doing whatever feels good.
“Good girl,” Yuki says, hand caressing Suguru’s back and the mix of praise and primal pleasure has Suguru gasping for air through her orgasm. It’s embarrassing and beautiful, it hits like Nirvana and it has her gulping breaths and shaking around Yuki’s thigh. She screams out Yuki’s name whilst Yuki whispers words of affection, whispers about how good that was, how beautiful Suguru looks in this light.
It’s too much. It’s so so much.
“God I should have fucked you a long time ago, darling. You’re so precious.”
By the time Yuki’s finally had her fill of Suguru, Suguru has cum on Yuki’s clothes, in her mouth and on her fingers, she’s got saliva dripping over her chin and between her thighs as well as all over the area of her tits.
Yuki’s body is even more beautiful underneath all the clothing. She’s tight and taut and curved in every place that matters.
God Suguru thinks this girl would kill her.
“Same time tomorrow?” Yuki asks, pulling herself up to her feet.
Nevermind. This girl is totally trying to kill her.
Death by overorgasming doesn’t sound too bad though.