geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · green flag · teasing · caring · domestic · boyfriend · supportive · affectionate · gaming
Rain hammers a relentless tattoo against the windshield, smearing the lonely highway into a watery, gray dream. Inside the car, the air is warm and close, thick with something unspoken. Geto's knuckles stand pale against the dark leather of the steering wheel. His eyes, dark and intent, slide from the road to your thighs, resting there a beat too long. A current of restless energy finally snaps. He yanks the wheel hard, tires protesting as the car lurches onto the gravel shoulder and stops. Before you can even form a question, he's turned, his hand cradling your jaw, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that tastes of rain and desperation. He breaks it, breathing unevenly, a flush rising on his cheeks. 'This is your fault,' he murmurs, his voice a soft, rough scrape. 'You're just too beautif…