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❝𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (*)❞

╰┈➤𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎/𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥��𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Suguru Geto x female reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You went against Geto's wishes. Now he has to teach you a lesson. And you hate his lessons.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: explicit words, s͎o͎ft͎!͎do͎m͎ g͎e͎t͎o͎, thi͎gh͎-r͎id͎in͎g, o͎r͎g͎a͎s͎m͎ d͎e͎n͎i͎a͎l͎,͎ f͎or͎ep͎l͎ay͎, d͎eg͎r͎ada͎t͎io͎n͎, p͎ra͎is͎e͎, pwp

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you immensely to darlings @gooble-writerr and @sukuna-ryo for being my beta readers <3 Appreciate y'all so much 🥺 I tried playing around with a moodboard to inspire me while I wrote. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one! let me know what you think!

You hated Geto’s lessons. You thought as you stood at the doorframe. You’d been standing there for some time, shifting from foot to foot as you peaked around the corner.

Geto brought a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, relishing the bitter tang as he lazily held open a newspaper. He’d been absently flicking through, scanning the daily happenings of the sorcerer world as the sun warmed his back. He’d set down the paper and leaned into his chair, looking through the window in feigned ignorance with a soft smile. He hadn’t failed to notice the quiet creaking of floorboards, or the shadow peeking through the doorframe connecting the kitchen to the corridor. This was a particularly peaceful morning, Geto thought, as he enjoyed his almost solitude, content to let you simmer.

Geto’s head was turned away from you, long black silky hair slinking down his baggy white t-shirt as rays of sunlight filtered through and framed his figure. Like a fallen angel, you thought. You swallowed, heart bounding in your chest. He looked positively delicious, so peaceful and content as he took a drag of his cigarette. Just the sight of him sent a jolt of need through you, and you pressed your legs together as you leaned on the frame apprehensively, heat settling in between your thighs. In the fragments of your disturbed sleep, you’d dreamt of Geto, almost hearing his sultry, filthy words and feeling the ghost of his featherlight hands on your skin.

You’d tried to sleep, honestly. But your sleep was so patchy, the pure need and absence of him forcing your eyes wide open. Laying in bed next to a sleeping Geto, you’d desperately tried to relieve yourself, hand sneaking beneath the band of your pyjamas as quietly as you could manage, fingers stuttering and freezing at his every snore and sleepy murmur. But no matter how fervently you attempted to soothe the burning heat, you just couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t do it without him.

And it wasn’t that you were usually unable to… but each time you rode the wave, almost at the peak of that crescendo, cold, icy guilt would wash over you and send you plummeting back down, working you into a frustrated frenzy. You’d lay there, Geto’s back turned to you, as you remembered his quiet voice from the week before. When he’d chided you in a soft voice, patting your cheek gently as he told you he wasn’t angry, just disappointed that you’d finished without his permission as he’d rocked his hips into yours. You’d begged and begged him to reconsider when he promptly banned you from sex for a whole month, but he had only looked at you with faux sympathy as he’d sweetly pinched your cheek.

Every time you’d felt desperate for the past two weeks, had thought, just once, he won’t even know… The guilt would screech you to a stilted halt just before the climax. Which led to your current irritable and frustrated state, feeling like a bundle of raw, frayed nerves.

Geto turned his head to you after you stepped on a particularly loud floorboard, the creakechoing into the open plan kitchen and living room. Suguru smiled warmly at you, noticing your downturned gaze and arms cradled around your torso, before returning his attention to something supposedly more interesting in the newspaper, thumbing at the corner.

“Good morning, love. Sleep well?” he greeted warmly as he took another sip of his coffee.

You cringed. You’d once again spent the entire night working yourself up into a blaze, trying to stifle any sounds as you’d laid in bed next to him. If he’d woken up because of you and seen what you were doing, you knew he’d be upset. Might even have extended the ban. Each time he’d moved slightly or breathed, you’d freeze in shameful fear, head whipping over to check if he’d woken up. Then you’d see his serene face in the dim light, the sensual curve of his lip and the slope of his nose, unfairly long lashes brushing against his cheeks. And a wash of bubbling heat would sweep over you, relighting the embers of your hazy arousal. You touched yourself until the late hours of the night, ultimately unable to relieve yourself. Finally giving up with a bitter huff, you threw your head back, tears pricking your lashes as you nuzzled into Suguru’s heap of limbs. In his sleepy state, he wrapped his arms around you, slotting together as he sighed sleepily into your hair. You fell asleep feeling worse than when you’d started, dreams overflowing with sultry sounds and acts.

“Um… couldn’t sleep, really…” You murmured as you stepped into the kitchen, gathering supplies for a coffee. You felt a constant throbbing and made a note of not looking at Geto, almost panting as you poured instant coffee into a mug and set a pot of water on the stove. Each time you looked at him, you’d feel so warm and tingly, losing the ability to think about anything other than him. You had to take a breather, not wanting to throw yourself onto him and beg for his help, knowing he’d probably chide you again. And, honestly, you wanted to retain at least a shred of your dignity.

Geto set down his newspaper, watching you intently as he stubbed out his cigarette. He could see the frustration emanating from you, but you had gone against his command. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you, so he decided to take away a privilege. To be frank, Geto himself hadn’t been enjoying the distance, and had been plagued by his own heated thoughts. While he hadn’t exactly loved the idea of “punishing” you by banning you from sex, the sight of you quivering and shifting in discomfort set something in his lower belly aflame. Seeing you so desperate and on edge sent sparks flying through him, pants growing tight as he noticed the subtle blush dusting your cheeks. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stop himself from approaching you, sneaking his hands under your shirt and wrapping his arms around your belly as you waited for the water to boil. You stiffened as you felt the solid lines of his toned body press into your back.

Your breath stuttered as you instinctively leaned back into him.

“No? Why not?” he murmured as he pressed a languid kiss into the back of your neck.

A long, tense silence settled over you as your lips split open, heavy pants escaping as you tried to bring your mind back to some sense of normality.

Two weeks left.

All you could think of was Geto grabbing you harshly by the root of your hair, shoving you face down onto the counter, and vigorously sliding his thick length into you… Until the sun came down.

“Baby?” Geto chuckled as he pressed another soft kiss to the shell of your ear. You’d closed your eyes as you’d leant into him, and your lips were parted as you panted.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You tried not to focus on the blood rushing to your core, the burning heat radiating to your toes.

Geto chuckled again, starting to really enjoy your ditzy, preoccupied state. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” He pressed into your lower belly with light pressure, sending your mind far, far away.

“Well, uh… I was… uhm…struggling…” Your face flushed as you pressed your lips together, stifling a moan.

“Go on, pretty.” He coos. “You can tell me.” He said it in such a kind, loving tone while he lazily caressed your tummy, hands grazing just under the dip of your breasts before travelling down, down, down to the plush curve of your belly. He lazily squeezed you with slight pressure then released. Words failed you. If only he knew how terribly he was teasing you.

And then he squeezed again.

And again, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, taking all the time in the world as he lightly dragged his black painted nails across your skin. Your mind turned foggy and your mouth dropped open as you panted, tongue lolling out and leaning back into Geto’s arms. “You, nnh… it’s been two weeks…since…” Oh, he was being so cruel…

“Since what, honey?” He stepped away, smirking, gracefully giving you a moment of reprieve. He refrained from telling you that he needed a second to breathe, seconds away from spreading you on the counter. Geto passed by the seat next to the window, grasping his newspaper and heading over to the sofa on the other side of the room. He plopped down with a hum, flicking the paper open to a dog-eared page.

You considered how much you really cared about your dignity. You thought about falling onto your knees and begging him to take you right there and then. Your head whipped back and forth between the boiling pot and Geto’s relaxed posture on the sofa, finally deciding to switch off the gas and forget about the coffee. You were too high on adrenaline to even think about coffee at this point.

He glanced up to you. “Since what? What’s wrong, pretty?”

You felt something crack within you as you looked at him with pleading eyes. “Geto, I can’t take this anymore…” you whined.

He cocked an eyebrow, lowering his paper. “What do you mean?”

You looked away, huffing as your cheeks reddened. “You know what I mean.”

“Not a clue, baby, tell me. What’s wrong?” He was teasing you, he had to be.

“I… Please.” The need you felt for him surpassed any care for your dignity. “I’m embarrassed to say it out loud,” You whispered as you stepped closer to Geto.

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, baby,” he said somewhat condescendingly, “I’m not a mind reader.” He flicked the page and turned his gaze to something in the corner, rubbing his chin.

You huffed again in frustration. “Please, Geto, I’m… I’m really… I know you said we couldn’t… you know… for a month, but…” Why was he ignoring you? Couldn’t he see how much you needed him? “Does it really have to be that long? Can’t we just…?” you started to plead.

“Oh… I see…” Understanding flashed in his eyes as he sat further back and smirked at you. “Poor baby… You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” He crooned.

You looked away, face flushed like a beetroot. “I just… I miss you, Sugu…” you attempted, rubbing your arms in a soothing motion.

It was like something snapped in him. He threw the newspaper on the coffee table, leaning his elbows on his knees. “You’re just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you baby?”

Heat pulsed through you, going straight to your core. You looked at him, suddenly feeling nervous. You wriggled uncomfortably. He wasn’t usually this… explicit. You must’ve really made him upset…

“I…” your voice took on a nervous lilt.

“Awh~… poor baby, you can’t even think without it in you, can’t you?”

You turned away, face turning a new, brighter shade of red as desire pulsed through you.

“Too bad.” Your face fell. “You haven’t been good, so I don’t think you deserve it right now.” He said, crossing his arms as he leaned back into the sofa.

Your face crumpled. How were you going to take another two weeks of this? “You’re so mean, Sugu…”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not being cruel, pretty. I’ll still take care of you.” He patted his lap. “Use my thigh.”

“Wh- what?” you spluttered.

He tilted his head to the side, watching you intently. “I said you can use my thigh. That is what you want, isn’t it?�� He probed.

“I…” You flushed as you wrung your hands together. You brought a hand to your skirt, picking at a loose thread, feeling very much off kilter all of a sudden. You’d been expecting more rejection rather than… whatever this was.

“Oh, come on, baby.” He said in a pointed tone. “You think I didn’t notice what you were doing last night? You weren’t exactly inconspicuous. You’re lucky you didn’t finish, otherwise I wouldn’t be so nice.” He patted his thigh again, much like for a dog. “Come here.”

He’d felt sorry for you, honestly. Hearing how frustrated you were throughout the night, how terribly you’d struggled… Your little gasps of frustration had sent jolts of blazing heat through him. He’d struggled to keep his eyes closed, but hadn’t wanted to alert you to his conscious state. Geto wanted to see whether you’d go against his word. And when you’d given up in a exasperated huff, nuzzling into him like a kitten… He decided he’d give you a little reprieve the next day.

You padded over to him, embarrassment flooding through you. “Sorry, Sugu…”

He caressed your cheek, holding your chin between his finger and thumb, looking at you lovingly. “No need, sweetheart. It’s only natural,” he chuckled. “Sit.”

You positioned yourself over his grey sweatpants, moving your legs awkwardly into place as you held onto his broad shoulders.

“Yes… that’s it.” He pushed your hair behind your ear, leaning closer to whisper softly. “Grind on my thigh, pretty girl.”

You shifted, rolling your hips forward ever so slightly when a sudden searing heat pulsed through your core. You breathed shakily as you rolled back, feeling his thigh flex beneath you. Geto snuck a warm hand to your black mini skirt, inching it up to reveal your grey cotton panties. He smirked as he noticed the darkened patch, a heady feeling rushing through him. “Awh, you’re doing such a good job.” He whispered.

You mewled. His words were inflaming you as much as his movements. You started to rock back and forth a little faster, biting your lip as the intoxicating warmth spread into your lower belly.

“Look at you… Working so hard. Rubbing against me like a little whore…”

Your fingers curled as you pressed into his shoulders, quiet sounds rasping from your throat. Geto clasped a hand over your wrist, rubbing a circle into the thin skin.

“Oh, sweet thing, you’re so worked up. Need me to help?” He cooed as he bounced his knee. You squeaked suddenly, little ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ breaking free from your lips as he intermittently bounced you up and down on his big thigh. A dizzy wash spread over you each time he jolted his thigh. It felt so good, too good. You felt out of control.

“Ah, ah, oh- Geto- Wait, ah-” you moaned as he thumbed your bottom lip.

“Oh? What is it? What do you want? Tell me, go on, or has that pretty little pussy taken over your brain?” he said with a mean grin. He adored seeing you in such a blissful state, cheeks flushed and eyes scrunched shut in concentration. All you could do was moan and mewl little gasps.

You gripped his shoulders, knuckles turning white. You needed him. “Geto, please… ah- please, I need you in- ah…”

“I know, I know… I know what you want, baby… My sweet little slut…” he smirked, looking like a shark in bloody water. He’d caught your scent, and now he was certainly not letting you go. While you hadn’t actually managed to relieve yourself the night before, he hadn’t exactly been happy that you’d tried to keep your late-night activities a secret from him. You needed to suffer, just a little. Geto relished in bringing you to those heady heights and just… keeping you there, for hours.

Head tilted back slightly to keep you in sight, he leaned back comfortably into the sofa, drinking you in. Geto’s half-lidded eyes slunk to your trembling legs spread on his meaty thigh, a knowing gaze washing over his face as his lips melted into a smug smirk. He watched you like a hawk as you rocked back and forth, back and forth, little gasps and whimpers escaping your bitten lips.

His hands smoothly grasped your waist all of a sudden, pressing into your skin as he slowed your tempo, tutting at you. “Now, now, pretty. Patience. Don’t rush.”

“Ah- But, Suguru- It feels so good, I want-” you mewled.

“Sshh… Baby… Slow.” He purred, his fingers brushing over your clothed heat. Sparks flew into your tummy and you leaned forward, head bowing as you moaned long and low. He chuckled warmly, and placed his hands back onto you, settling on your hips as he pressed you down into his thigh.

You gasped sharply, slick gushing against his leg, making his grey sweats dark and sticky with your arousal.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Want me to do it again?” He whispered as he pressed you down once more.

“Nnh! Sugu, please…” You were going to lose your mind.

“Please, what? Baby?” he probed. His thick fingers trailed down to your core, coiling under your panties and pressing into a wet, sticky mess. “Oh, I think I see the problem.” He smiled like a cat as he kept his eyes on your heat. “Your mind’s melted into a little puddle, huh?”

You started to tremble, blood roaring in your ears as you writhed against his thigh like a feral animal. You leaned both hands on his thigh as though you were holding onto a saddle. “Please, Sugu, please, I need more… I need it inside…” you whined.

His brows furrowed as he grasped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips puckered like a fish. “You’ve made such a mess. Dirty girls like you don’t get to ask for more than what they’re given.”

His words sent a thrill through you, your belly going taut as tension rose in your core. You were close, rocking forward in short repetitive strokes, riding that wave up, up, up…

Geto pressed your hips to a sudden stop, and you plummeted back down. “No!” you whimpered. “Why did you…?” tears pricked your lashes.

Geto patted your cheek then lifted your chin in a firm grip. “Sorry, sweetheart. Not yet. I never said you could use my thigh to finish.” He lifted you off his thigh and placed you onto the sofa, pressing his lips to yours in a long, heated exchange.

Frustration tore through you. “Suguru, please. I can’t wait any longer.” You begged.

He climbed over you, settling in between your thighs as he pressed you down onto the cushions. He pressed his soft lips to yours, breathing heavily as his tongue broke past the seam of your lips. He brushed his tongue across yours, humming deeply as he started to rock against your hips, pressing his hard length against your slick, driving you to a mess of moans and sweaty limbs. His gentle hands brushed your hair out of your face, pressing one last long kiss to your lips before finally pulling away. He smiled down at you as you looked up at him, sweat dripping down into your hair and the crevices of your neck. “You should have thought about that when you came all over me without my say so.”

You looked into his violet eyes, your lip wobbling. “Please,” you breathed.

“Aw… Princess. Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad.” He crooned as he held a hand to your cheek.

“Just two more weeks, baby. After all, if I let you off so soon, what’s to stop you from disobeying me again?” he pecked another kiss to your lips before you threw your head back in desolate frustration.

“You’re so mean, Sugu…” you whined, panting as you pulled your skirt down.

Suguru stood, adjusting the belt of his pants and running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his newspaper and returned to his original seat. “Not mean, baby. Just teaching you a lesson.”

You hated Geto’s lessons.

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𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @theyadorevalerie

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JJK Men Try to Ask You Out on a Date but it’s Too Late (c:) Part 2

(masterlist)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: fem!reader, a lot more swearing, pining, begging, shady behaviour from one of the dates (nanami’s smau), mentions of sùicidé (gojo’s smau), some very choice words from toji (he needs to learn how to treat a girl.). ANGST

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Enjoy my darlings!!! i might make one more part.

Part 1

Gojo Gojo talking to Geto

Gojo talking to y/n

Geto

Nanami

Fushiguro

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daymarenightdream1 · 2 days ago

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JJK Men Try to Ask You Out on a Date but it’s Too Late (c:)

(masterlist)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: some swearing, pining

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I’m totally new to SMAUs. Let me know what you guys think about this format!

Part 2

Gojo

Geto

Nanami

Fushiguro

This was really fun to do! I’m thinking of some more SMAUs to do. Let me know if you guys want this to be continued!

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𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 coming back after a long day of work to see you humming to yourself as you busy yourself in the kitchen, back turned to him. You’re mixing some ingredients in a bowl with your head in the clouds, totally lost to the world. He sneaks up on you, looping his arms around your torso and humming in content as he rests his cheek on your head. You lean back into him, a warm smile gracing your lips. “Long day?” you ask. “Yeah, was dying to get back to you all day,” he answers, squeezing you.

𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 is clingy, trying to pull you away from the kitchen to your bedroom, desperate for your soft touch and kind eyes. He’s really touchy, always needing some point of contact to feel like he can breathe again. Every second spent in your absence leaves an aching void within, and he actually feels a painful squeeze when he’s away.

𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 is vocal. “C’mon, sweetheaaart, let’s cuddle,” he begs as he kneads your waist, desperate to convince you. You huff and smile, shaking your head at how needy he is. “Satoru, let me finish making dinner, we can cuddle after.” He presses a hand to his brow and his voice warbles in faux-distress, “Woe is me, woe is me! My own wife refuses to love me! And on the day before my birthday!” This leads you to elbow him in the stomach and he splutters as he backs away. “Whyyyy…” he moans.

𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 being the little spoon once you finally come to bed, loving when you give him head scratches and peck sweet little kisses all over his face. He turns to snuggle into your arms, looking up at you with a ditzy lovestruck gaze. “How did I ever get so lucky…” He says sleepily, searching for your lips with his. You share kisses in the night, waking up every so often to a tangled mess of limbs and honey-sweet words from your husband who holds you like he never wants to let go. “I could kiss you all night…” He rasps, voice groggy from sleep but spilling over with love. “In fact, as an early birthday present, I think I will.” You chortle as he presses his lips to yours again.

𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 clasping his arm across the bed haphazardly in the morning to an empty bed as the sunlight filters through the blinds. He sits up suddenly, duvet falling to his hips, only to find your side of the bed painfully absent. His heart does that terrible squeezing motion, the thread connecting your souls stretching in your absence. It urges him to get up and find you. He feels empty without you. He stands, calling out your name, and only receives the echo of his own sad voice.

𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 jolting in surprise as you blow a party horn directly into his face and strap a party hat onto his head. “Happy birthday!” you squeal as you bounce on your feet, presenting the cake on the kitchen counter that you’d spent the evening before baking and decorating. Satoru stills, tears gathering in his eyes as he sees the bunting you’d placed around the walls. “This is for me?” he whispers in disbelief. You chuckle happily as you brush his hair out of his eyes. “Who else would it be for? My second husband?” He grasps you all of a sudden, pulling you in for a roasting kiss, clinging to you like he wants eat you alive. You pull away, the two of you panting heavily. “My god,” you heave, “You know the cake is over there, right?”

“Don’t care,” He licks his lips, “Just want you.”

You blow the party horn half heartedly in his face. He jolts and snatches it from your lips, laughing. “Thank you for all this sweetheart. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You smile as he pulls you in for another kiss. What a wonderful way to celebrate your husband’s birthday.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #Satoru Gojo's birthday #Satoru's birthday #Birthday boy #Birthday #Satoru Gojo #satoru x you #gojo x you #fluff #husband satoru gojo #gojo satoru #husband #love #affection #happy birthday

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❝𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗰:)❞

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: angst but it turns fluffy :D character death (reader’s husband)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Satoru x reader. Friend!Suguru and Friend!Shoko

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: modern au. Satoru was too afraid to confess to you. You never found the strength to confess either. You lost contact, but a class reunion might repair what was lost.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.6k (I actually don’t know how I managed to write this much o:)

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I don’t know how i feel about this one… There are parts that I like but idk… This was also meant to be a drabble but then I kept having ideas so it might be all over the place…. Argh give me pointers if you see any issues with it <3 hope you enjoy it anyway! (not proofread)

You sipped at your bitter coffee, side eyeing the letter that had been mocking you for a few days now.

’10 Year Class Reunion’

They’d planned some silly dance at some five-star hotel to “reunite with old friends under starlight”, in their words. To be frank, the event itself sounded wonderful, but you were hesitant to attend. The thought of seeing your high school friends (and enemies) filled you with dread. Had it been at any other time in your life, you might have been ecstatic to receive such an invite, but following the death of your husband, just a year prior… You were hesitant to see anyone ever again.

There was one person you wanted to avoid, in particular. Your old best friend, Satoru Gojo.

The two of you had been “best friends” ever since that day in your childhood, when he’d pushed you straight into a muddy puddle on the first day of school. You’d sat back, wailing and drenched in cold, brown water as the little boy with a mop of white hair cackled beside you.

(From the moment he saw you, Satoru had immediately been drawn to you. He had quickly noticed your sweet smile, the pink-and-blue bobbles in your pigtails, the little SpongeBob SquarePants lunch box you took everywhere, and had the breath in his lungs knocked right out by an instantaneous rush of emotion. Being so young, he hadn’t known how to deal with such big feelings or what they even were, and decided the best route of action was to bully you, hence your accident with the muddy puddle. Not that you had ever seen it in that way, being somewhat oblivious to how strongly Satoru felt towards you.)

Over the years, Satoru’s behaviour transformed into a sweeter form of torment, and the two of you settled into a comfortable friendship, spending hours together. As teenagers, Satoru and Suguru often visited you after school days. Satoru would lounge on your living room sofa, long legs thrown over the back and head against the cushion as he teased you, which often led to you throwing whatever was in arms reach at him.

Suguru would sit politely on an armchair, answering your sporadic questions on homework, and keenly observed the dynamic developing between Satoru and you. The longing stares when the other wasn’t looking, the way that Satoru would always find a way to be nearby you, the way you’d always find a way to touch him, no matter how briefly…

Suguru found Shoko in between their classes one day, groaning in frustration. “Shoko, Shoko, it happened again,”

Shoko shut her locker with vigour. “No… What now?”

Suguru gently banged his head against the adjacent locker. “Y/n asked him what he likes in a girl, and he basically described her,”

“Oh my god, that’s great!” Shoko smiled and bounced on her feet, hoping Suguru would tell her they finally opened up to each other.

“No, no, it’s the opposite of great,”

“What happened?”

“She started freaking out, and said that it sounded like he described her, and he turns around and goes, ‘oh, god no, no, not you, you’re like my little sister’.” Suguru groaned as he leaned his arms against the locker.

Shoko groaned, placing a palm over her forehead. “That boy is so stupid sometimes…”

On prom night, in your last year of high school, when a woozy and cliché song begun to play, the type meant for slow dancing, Satoru had asked you to dance. He’d finally plucked up the courage to do something, and (after a long pep talk with Suguru) was determined to confess to you.

Giddy with excitement, you had accepted his offer to dance and let him lead you up onto the dancefloor, where you swayed with him softly.

“Y/n?” He’d said in a low tone, looking at you like there had been no one else in the sparsely decorated school hall, lights dimming and smoothly shifting colours.

“Yeah?” You’d breathed.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?”

You kept quiet, turning a bright shade of red which you hoped would be hidden by the dim lighting.

“Sure,” you whispered, feeling like your chest was on the verge of exploding. Did this mean… He liked you? The way you liked him? You felt your pulse in your neck as you smiled shyly.

Satoru had finally leaned in, hands sweating, heart threatening to burst out of his chest, and pressed his lips to yours. It was a soft and slow kiss, a gentle admission of warmth.

(Suguru and Shoko had been staring from the walls, slack-jawed and exchanging looks of total shock.)

You pulled away after a moment, opening your eyes to see Gojo’s face split into a full-faced grin.

Another shy smile spread across your face, warmth and disbelief bubbling up into your chest. You felt as though you were floating. “What was that for?” you asked quietly, happily.

Satoru placed his hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth over your lower lip. “Oh, nothing, nothing at all…” His grin softened into a gentle smile, his head tilting as his eyes sheened. A subtle blush dusted over his cheeks. “Just… been wanting to do that for ages.”

“Satoru, I-” But you didn’t have the chance to say those three little words as the DJ switched from the slow song into a pop song meant for rowdy dancing. Satoru’s basketball buddies swarmed him, slapping his shoulder and suddenly whisked him away. You giggled and waved him off as he turned back to you with an apologetic look. “I’ll come find you after this song!” He’d shouted.

You slunk off, finding Shoko and Suguru.

“I can’t believe it finally happened.” Shoko said as you leaned against the wall next to her.

“We were beginning to think it never would,” Suguru added, shell-shocked, staring onto the dancefloor in a state of abject disbelief.

“I still can’t quite believe that just happened.” You murmured.

Then you all started college, and Satoru got a girlfriend.

Not just any girlfriend either, a famous model from a wealthy family. She was all legs and pristine clothes and natural beauty, and to top it all off, she was an angel. She always spoke kindly to everyone she met and volunteered at food banks and how on earth were you meant to compare? You spent many days crying in Shoko’s dorm room, lamenting over this fact.

You spent months pining over Satoru, keeping your true feelings hidden whenever you met him for a study session or coffee. Satoru was tall, handsome, and popular, and you were just… The annoying childhood friend he’d kissed one time. Not much to look at, not much keeping you together other than the fact you’d been friends for so long. Why on earth would he choose you over her? Even if, once, he had smiled at you like everything had been right in the world, for just a moment… What if he had just wanted to kiss you? And that was it? Nothing more, nothing less? You were too afraid to tell him what you really truly felt.

If only you’d known he had felt the same way towards you. But he had stupidly convinced himself that you just didn’t like him the same way and he didn’t want to throw a wrench in your life with his own feelings.

A kiss was just a kiss. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sure, you’d looked so happy after, but… That didn’t mean you wanted more than friendship, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him and all the baggage he brought along. So, he tried to move on, move past you, and it wasn’t that he didn’t love his girlfriend, but she wasn’t you.

And when you got a boyfriend, it felt as though the final nail in the coffin had been hammered in. He’d shown up to Suguru’s dorm room in the middle of the night after he found out about your new relationship, heavily intoxicated and swaying as he slammed his fist against Suguru’s door.

“Suguru, Suguru, help,” he’d slurred, “I’m dying.”

Suguru wrenched his door open, stilling upon seeing the pathetic mess of his best friend. “You’re drunk.”

Satoru leaned against Suguru, gripping his shirt as he started to sink to his knees. “I’m dying, bro, s’over for me,”

Suguru pulled Satoru into his room, grumbling all the while. “What on earth are you talking about?” He sat him on his narrow bed, Satoru immediately flopping onto his back and laying an arm across his eyes in misery. “What happened?” Suguru questioned worriedly, arms crossed.

“She’s got a man, and s’not me,” Satoru wailed.

Suguru sighed.

“I can’t bear it, seeing her with another man,” Satoru said defeatedly.

“You need to tell her, man. This is beyond pathetic.” Suguru responded.

“My poor heart!” Satoru flailed his arms over his head, then brought his hands to his face, his voice muffled as he spoke through his fingers. “The Satoru Gojo’s heart is breaking!~”

Satoru had finally dredged up the courage to talk to you on graduation day. He clutched his heart as he saw you in your graduation robes and a stunning form-fitting red dress. His eyes had widened, and he had stilled, shocked into paralysis by your incandescent beauty.

You were everything to him.

He felt the words ‘I love you’ bubble up into his chest as he approached you, the years of repression fading away as the anticipation of finally, finally telling you everything urging him forward, urging him to go faster, faster…

And he truly had intended to talk to you, tell you everything.

But then your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you giddily smiled at him the way you used to smile at Satoru.

Satoru slowed, and slowed, feet dragging, and finally came to a stop.

He swivelled on the spot, and left, not bothering to even congratulate you on graduating as his heart cracked and splintered and shattered.

You’d searched the crowd for hours for Satoru that day, never finding him.

For years after, you’d often wondered what could have been had you just confessed to Satoru. You still kept in touch with Suguru and Shoko, and they’d update you infrequently on his well-being. The low point came when Suguru informed you that he’d gotten married to the model. You’d spent that night looking at pictures from high school and your heart would sink when you saw pictures of the two of you together.

You had married your boyfriend a few years after leaving college and were perfectly happy in the relationship. You loved your husband. This was a mantra you would often repeat to yourself.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your husband.

But you had loved Satoru for so long, that even a small reminder of him would set off a flurry of what if’s and could have been’s. You even started to resent Satoru a little, resent his stupid, stupid, beautiful face. Why had you ever felt any shred of affection towards him?

But you knew exactly why.

Why hadn’t you ever dredged up the courage to tell him? You found yourself wanting to call him, sometimes, missing that old and comfortable friendship. But whenever you sat in your kitchen in the middle of the night, staring at the pictures of him with a glass of wine in one hand, wondering if you should ask Suguru for his phone number, you’d start to feel sick with guilt. Here you were, with a wonderful and loving husband who doted on you, still hung up on a boy who had never showed any inkling of romantic interest in you.

Sure, there had been moments where you’d thought maybe, just maybe, there was something there, like the prom night… but nothing more had ever happened. He’d moved on with his life, chosen and married the love of his life, and you were still thinking about him, pining for him, while he had left you behind.

You were pathetic.

And then your husband died. Some cruel stroke of fate. He’d been in a freak accident, a truck driver lost control and barrelled straight into your husband’s car on his way to work.

The doctors told you he’d likely died instantly, and not suffered. Which was meant to be a relief. And it was, you supposed.

But it didn’t bring him back.

You’d sunk into a terrible depression, keeping the blinds shut all day and barely leaving the house. You’d stopped eating for a while, feeling sick at the thought of it. Throughout it all, you kept wondering if you should just swallow your pride and ask Suguru for Satoru’s number, missing your best friend. But every time you came close, a hot wash of shame flooded you, and you’d throw your phone to the side, opting to hide under your covers instead.

It took you months to stop feeling like part of you had died. Slowly, you started to heal and return to some modicum of normality, but you felt permanently changed, like something within you had shifted and altered irreversibly. Most days, you felt brittle, on the verge of shattering.

And then you received that stupid letter and the thought of seeing old friends, touching your old life again, gnawed at you painfully. It would be like trying to force yourself into shoes you wore as a teenager. Like looking through a telescope into what your life was supposed to be.

“It would be great to see you again, y/n,” Shoko said down the telephone.

“I just… I don’t know if I can stomach it, Shoko, especially after… the accident…” You confided.

“I know it’s a hard time for you, y/n, and I totally get it if you decide not to come, but it would be really nice to see you. Properly see you. And, you never know, it might do you some good to see some old friends. Might distract you from… everything.”

You sighed. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. But, I have to ask, do you know if… everyone is coming?“

“What do you mean?” Shoko asked.

You decided to just bite the bullet. “Do you know if Satoru will be there? I just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it together if he shows up with his wife…”

“Oh, y/n…” Shoko breathed, her heart swelling in sympathy for you. “I’m not a hundred percent sure if he’s coming, it’s likely he will, but… I would love to see you. And I’m sure Suguru would love to see you, too. It’s been so long…”

“Shoko!” You squealed, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks as you embraced her.

Shoko gripped your arms tightly, tears pricking at her own eyes. “I’m so happy you came!”

“Y/n, long time no see!” Suguru smiled, leaning in to hug you.

“Suguru! Good god, your hair has gotten long!” You laughed as you looked at his hair, which ended halfway down his back. “What on earth happened? I thought you had your emo phase in college?”

Suguru’s head fell back in laughter. “It wasn’t a phase,” he grinned.

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief at seeing your old friends once again. The evening was going well so far. The event planner had directed the large crowd, yourselves included, to the private gardens of the hotel. The location was splendid, surrounded by acres of tall pine forests and miles of rolling hills. The event itself was on a sizeable deck, which had cosy beanbags, loveseats, and outdoor heaters in one area, as well as an open area for dancing with a DJ’s deck. You hadn’t failed to notice the quaint gazebo, decorated romantically with fairy lights and flowers of many varieties.

You fell into a comfortable nook with Shoko and Suguru, catching up on news over the past few years as the DJ played a mixture of suave jazz beats.

A few hours after the start of the event, you had started to scan the crowd for a certain mop of white hair.

“It looks like he’s not coming, then.” You murmured to Shoko and Suguru.

“About that…” Suguru chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. You whipped your head over to Suguru as he continued. “I might have… told him to… come. Well, threatened might be a better word, really…”

“What.” You bit at Suguru.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “I know you probably don’t particularly want to see him, and I know it’s a tough time for you, y/n, and I’m sorry to spring it on you so suddenly,” He huffed, “but you two used to be so close. You deserve to have your best friend with you right now, even if he is a complete idiot.”

You started to hyperventilate as you stood sharply. “What the fuck, Suguru.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You know that I wouldn’t want to see him right now. You know how hard it was for me just to come here. Do you even know how inappropriate-”

Someone coughed.

You froze.

Suguru sat back in anticipation, looking sheepishly smug. He’d obviously pulled some strings to get the two of you in the same place at the same time.

Even if you were dead, you’d recognise that cough, that voice. Every cell in your body started to hum in desperation, urging you to turn and fall into his arms… But he’d shown you how he felt years ago when he’d cut contact, and you couldn’t be that pathetic. You were just vulnerable, it being such a short time after your husband’s death, and you missed your best friend. That was all.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” Satoru Gojo asked.

You turned around slowly, bracing for the worst. If he had brought his wife with him, you might just end it all right there and then.

You locked eyes with him.

Gojo staggered backwards, his typically cocky smile dropping into pure open-mouthed shock.

God, he looked so beautiful, his hair glinting like silver ribbons under the moonlight. Your heart squeezed in a painful mixture of love, remorse, and anger as you hungrily gazed at his shocked features.

He inhaled sharply, closed his mouth and rubbed the back of his neck. “Y/n? What are you… What are you doing here?”

“Leaving.” You glared at Suguru as you collected your things and stuffed them angrily into your handbag.

“Wait, what? Why?” His voice broke as his eyes widened.

“Sorry, I… I need to go.” You couldn’t stay, the thought of staring at his beautiful face and listening to the details of his beautiful life… It would kill whatever small piece of your mangled soul had been healed over the past few months, and you knew that seeing him happy with his wife might break you beyond repair.

“But, wait, y/n, please, just wait a minute! I haven’t seen you in years!”

Suguru elbowed Shoko discretely, mumbling something as she rolled her eyes. You threw another dirty look in their direction.

You shrugged your handbag over your shoulder. “Screw you, Suguru. And Satoru, I’m sorry, but… I can’t do this right now. Go find your wife and enjoy your evening.”

“Wait, wait, y/n! Just- Just stop, for a second!” he begged you, grasping your wrist.

Tears begun to prick at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to go sit in your dark car and cry. “What?” Your breath burned in your lungs. Why wouldn’t he let you leave? Why was he so hellbent on making you suffer through every excruciating detail of his wonderful life?

He looked to the side, not letting go of your wrist. “It’s just me.”

“What? I know it’s you, I don’t care, go find your wife and let go of me,” you bit out.

“No, I mean, it’s just me, here. She’s not… We’re not together anymore.”

You stilled. Suguru and Shoko stilled.

“Oh.” You lowered your bag slowly, wiping your eyes hurriedly. Well, maybe you didn’t have to leave this instant. You could always cry in your car tomorrow.

“Yeah. We got divorced last year.”

“Sorry to hear that.” You murmured, not feeling particularly sorry, glaring at Suguru as he pointedly ignored your gaze. Oh, the crafty bastard was pulling strings, alright.

“Please, can we talk? It’s been forever. I had no idea you’d be here.” Satoru pleaded with you as his eyes darted over to Suguru, who was also pointedly ignoring Satoru’s gaze. “I’ve really missed you.”

You breathed deeply, trying to steady your bounding heart. He had only gotten more handsome with age. The boyish features and the lanky figure you remembered had transformed into a more mature look. He filled out the navy suit he’d worn wonderfully well, biceps flexing as he held your wrist. You felt like you were back at high school all over again, painfully in love with your best friend while he obliviously lived his best life, leaving you to drown in deep waters.

“You don’t want to catch up with Suguru or Shoko?” You attempted to throw him off feebly.

“Forget those losers, I see them all the time.” He stepped forwards, taking a deep breath. “I want to talk to you, y/n. Please.” Satoru begged you again. “It’s been so long…”

You looked away, frozen into silence.

“Please,” his voice trembled as he squeezed your wrist.

“Okay, fine.” You relented.

It would be nice, you supposed, to talk to your old best friend. There had been a Satoru-shaped hole in your heart ever since you’d stopped talking, and you had to admit you had missed him, especially since your husband had died. Spending each day in solitude hadn’t really helped in that regard.

He led you over to the loveseat closest to the heater, out of earshot of Suguru and Shoko (who were not even attempting to hide their intense stares). You really did feel like you were back in high school.

Satoru leaned back into the small sofa, his legs longer than you remembered. His thigh pressed against yours as you held onto your handbag, trying to find something to do with your hands as you tried to ignore the small point of contact that was sending sparks up through your spine.

“How have you been?” He murmured, gazing directly at you as you stared at your hands.

“Fine, I guess. You?”

“…Fine. Things have been difficult since the divorce.”

“Yeah.” You whispered.

“How are things with you and your husband?” he asked gently.

“He’s dead.”

Satoru froze. “What? God, y/n, I’m so sorry. When… When did he-”

“He died last year. Freak traffic accident. Doctors said he died on impact.”

“God, I’m so sorry.” He offered sympathetically.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I wish I could’ve been there for you.” Satoru said quietly.

You remembered all the times you’d been close to calling him. Something in you splintered at his words. “Why didn’t you call when you got divorced?” You countered as you glanced up at him, trying to stop your lip from quivering.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he sighed deeply. A heavy silence sank over the two of you.

“What happened to us, Satoru? Why did we stop talking?” you leaned towards him, aching to know.

“Because I was an idiot. I was an immature, spineless idiot.” He shook his head as he took a breath, then continued. “I saw you on graduation day, with your husband, I mean, he was your boyfriend at the time, but… I saw you smile at him… You looked so happy.” And he thought he’d missed his chance to tell you, thought there was no point in torturing himself with the what ifs, he refrained from saying. “I didn’t want to mess up your life, so I left. But I regretted it, from the moment I left, I regretted it. I missed you so much. I missed my best friend.”

Suddenly, you heard a slow song filter in through the speakers. The same slow song that had played all those years ago, on prom night. A different world.

You turned to Satoru, only to see a warm smile and a soul-shattering gaze. His brows were upturned, and his vibrant blue eyes were shimmering as tears pricked along his lashes. The sheer intensity and vulnerability of his gaze stole the breath right out of your lungs. You almost wanted to tell him to stop, stop looking at me like that. It was too much, like he was looking straight into you, past all your carefully crafted barriers. It was as though he were offering his heart to you on a silver platter, as though he were saying, please, let me see you again. Let me in again. Please, please, please. Please don’t shut me out.

“Do you remember this song?” You whispered, voice breaking.

He smiled sadly. “How could I ever forget it?”

You slid your hand into his, squeezing. “That night, I’d never felt so happy.”

He stilled for a moment, breathing quietly.

“Let’s dance, it’s been so long, let’s dance.” He said breathlessly and you tensed. “Won’t you dance with me?” he pleaded, a quivering tone in his voice.

You smiled, feeling a little giddy, a little sad. “Okay,” you whispered.

He dragged you up, leading you to the gazebo. “This seems like the right place for it.” He smiled just like you remembered, just like he used to in school. Like you were the only one he was smiling for.

He pulled you into his arms, swaying you softly. The beat of the music slowed to match your pace as the warbling voice drifted over the low bass of the song.

You leaned into his chest, resting your head against him as tears started flowing down your cheeks. The what if’s were threatening to burst out of your chest, agonisingly so.

“Y/n?” Satoru said in a low tone, lifting your chin with his pointer finger.

“Yeah?” you breathed, excitement intermingling with agony.

“I know I have no right to ask this, but… Can I… Can I kiss you?”

You kept quiet for a moment, a light blush dusting over your cheeks. You hoped it was too dark for him to see.

“Sure,” you whispered. It wasn’t like you had someone at home to get upset at you if you did. “Why the hell not.”

Satoru felt his heart race. He had you in his arms, finally. It felt as though everything was right in the world once more. All those years, all the achingly empty days when he’d wondered how it could have been had he just plucked up the strength to talk to you. This was his chance, finally, to tell you, and bring you back to his side. Where you were meant to be.

Satoru leaned in slowly, his hands trembling, and heart threatening to burst out of his chest as he pressed his lips softly to yours.

It was as though a dam broke, and suddenly a flood of emotion overcame you. Tears spilled out and you started to cry. Satoru held your face with both hands, delicately wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

He pulled back an inch, sharing your breath as he leaned his forehead against yours. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Something deep inside of you twinged painfully as you clung to his shirt.

“Why did you get divorced?” you sniffed.

Satoru stared at you, quiet for a moment as he wiped your tears away. “She wasn’t you.”

You stilled, staring at Satoru, not fully believing those words. You tightened your grip on him, feeling a sick sense of hope pulse through you. “…What?”

“She could… She could tell. That she wasn’t what I wanted.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to hear it, word for word from him.

“What are we, Satoru?”

He froze.

“Just tell me the truth. Don’t… Don’t hide it…” You cried quietly, folding into yourself a little as you dropped your head, trying to hide your tears.

“I love you,” He breathed as he started to cry, not believing that he’d finally said it out loud. “I love you.” He said breathlessly.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips against yours with the fervour of a man who’d spent decades longing for you. Your tears mixed and you tasted the salt as he pressed your lips open, consumed with a soul-devouring hunger for you you you.

Your fingertips tingled with the need to hold him tighter, but you had to make sure.

You pushed away from him. “Are you just saying that because you got divorced? Because… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t keep doing this.”

Satoru started to hold you a little tighter, a little horrified. “No, of course not, y/n,”

“I can’t, Satoru, especially not now,” you heaved, “I can’t be the friend you decide to come back to after years because you lost what you truly wanted. I can’t be your second choice.”

He looked horrified. “No, no, that’s not it at all-”

“I’m sorry,” you said through a heaving sob, every emotion you’d been holding back for years rushing through you and coalescing into a storm of overwhelming agony, “I can’t do this. It was nice to see you,” You started to pull away.

“No, no!” Satoru cried. You’d slipped away from him so many times, he couldn’t let it happen again. He grasped you by the wrist, pulling you back.

“Please, y/n, please, please don’t leave me.” He gripped your wrists as he sunk to his knees in front of you. “Please. I need you. More than anything, I can’t… I can’t spend another second without you in my life, please, I’ve loved you since I first saw you,”

“Stop,” you breathed.

“Please, y/n, you are everything to me. Everything. You’re my everything. I’ll do anything, everything for you, please just stay. Please.”

You stared at him in shock.

His lip wobbled as he stared up at you, eyes wide and shimmering and vulnerable. “Please don’t leave me again. I can’t even fucking breathe without you.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you took his face in your hands delicately. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to stop breathing because of me,”

He barked out a laugh, and then stared into you, the corners of his lips turning down. “Please. I love you. You’re my other half. I should’ve told you years ago, but I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know how to. And I lost you. Please don’t let me lose you again.”

You bit your lip to stop it from wobbling. You pulled Satoru up onto his feet, falling into his big arms. He cradled you, rubbing your back in soothing motions, whispering a mantra of I love you, I love you, I love you…

All those terrible years of holding them back, and now he couldn’t keep those three little words in if he tried. You cried happily all throughout the evening, laughing and joking like you were teens again.

“I should’ve told you, too.” You said after a long moment of silence.

“What?” He murmured into your hair as the two of you swayed back and forth under the glowing fairy lights, tangled like two trees in a storm.

“Since we started high school. I’ve loved you since then.”

Satoru lifted his head, searching desperately for your eyes. “That… That long?” He threw his head back suddenly, laughing maniacally. “God,” he squeaked, wiping a stray tear, “We were so stupid, weren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “But we can make it up to each other now.” A smile spread across your face, warmth bubbling up into your chest.

From a distance, you heard a sudden ‘whoop’, and turned to see Suguru and Shoko leaning on each other, drinks in hand.

“FINALLY!” Suguru roared. “THE TORTURE ENDS!”

You and Satoru both turned red as beets as heads started turning towards you from the crowd, some people from your class joining in with their own whoops and cheers.

You turned to Satoru, smiling sheepishly. “Looks like it was obvious to everyone but us, then,”

“In that case, let’s make it even clearer,” he smirked as he pulled you into another kiss.

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One plus one equals two (c:)

warnings: none.

pairings: Jock!Satoru Gojo x Nerd!female reader

summary: The top student tutors the star quarterback. You just have to get through the next few weeks, just make it to summer break, and you can forget this whole nightmare ever happened…

wordcount: 1.6k

“God, you’re so- you’re such a- Will you just give them back!” you blurted out indignantly, clenching your fists as you stopped trying to reach for your glasses.

Gojo rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you as he lifted his arm even further out of your reach (as if you ever had a chance of reaching your glasses before). “Oh, come on, sweetheart,” he mocked you. “You’re not trying hard enough,”

“If you tutor him, and he passes the final, I’ll give you bonus credits for this class. It’ll be well worth your while, and my best student can help my laziest student pass my class, at the very least.” Mr Nanami pressed his glasses up his nose as he shuffled some papers around on his desk.

“But, Mr Nanami, I really don’t… I don’t think I would be the appropriate tutor for him.” He hates me, you refrained from saying. “As flattered as I am…” you attempted to say.

Mr Nanami stared at you for a moment before returning to his papers. “Nonsense, y/n, you’re the top student in my class, in the whole school to be quite frank. Mr Gojo would be quite lucky to receive tutoring from you.”

“But…” A sense of panic started to build in your belly.

“I don’t want to hear any more on this, Miss l/n. You are the most appropriate tutor for Mr Gojo. I’ll see you in tomorrow’s advanced class.”

So now, you were stuck tutoring Gojo in your own home, not wanting to disappoint your favourite teacher. Satoru would consistently show up hours later than you had asked him, forcing you to tutor him until the late hours of the night. He’d always be leaning on your doorframe, that stupidly smug grin on his face and a hand in his white locks.

“Evening, four-eyes,” He’d say as he barged past you, booking it to the kitchen and helping himself to your snack cupboard.

“Gojo, you’re late. Again.” You would scold. “I asked you to come by 6 o’ clock at the latest.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I’m not that late, and anyway, practice ran over,” he babbled as he stuffed a sweet scone into his mouth and chewed it messily, crumbs spreading all over your counter and floor.

You seethed. “It’s nine thirty, you fat ass,”

“Oh, I’m a fat ass, am I?” He smirked as he glanced at you. Gojo loved staring at your “fat ass”, as you’d so eloquently put it. But he couldn’t exactly say that outright. “Well, I learn from the best, and you’ve got the fattest ass in-”

“Okay!” A heavy feeling sunk over you. He always found a way to make you feel insecure, which you made a point to hide from him. It was like he could smell your vulnerability, like a shark to bloody water. You knew you weren’t the skinniest, but you’d never thought of it as an issue until Gojo’s incessant comments started all those weeks ago. “That’s enough from you, smarta-” He shot you a gleefully mischievous look, “Just sit down, Gojo.” You plopped into the chair next to the island, opening your thick textbook to the appropriate page. You sighed deeply and pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes.

Gojo was leaning back in his chair, whining. “I don’t get it. Why is x even allowed to exist? I thought math was all numbers, not letters,”

You sat back in bitter frustration, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You’d never met such a lazy student. It wasn’t that he was incapable. He just refused to study. All these weeks would come to nothing, no bonus credit, putting up with Gojo’s bullying, and months of suffering, all for naught.

The final was one week away, and he simply refused to apply himself.

“Gojo,” you bit at him. “We’ve already discussed this. You need to read outside of our lessons, otherwise it will not make sense. You’ll be lucky to get a D at this rate.”

He huffed. “You’re the tutor. Aren’t you supposed to teach me?”

“I can’t teach you if you don’t try, and you’re not trying hard enough, idiot.”

And that was how you got into this situation, Gojo pinching your glasses straight off your face and bobbing them above your head. He wasn’t exactly short, and you weren’t exactly tall. Humiliation ate at you as you bounced on your feet, trying to grasp for your glasses. You hated him.

“I need those to see, Gojo, please give them back!”

He cackled as he watched you jumping, nose scrunched in frustration, grasping wildly. Over these past few weeks, he found that there wasn’t anything he loved as much as teasing you. There was something about pushing your buttons that set him ablaze, a fire building in his stomach. He would never tell you this, but part of the reason he was doing so badly in math class was because of you. Your sweet and spicy perfume, the way you would focus so intently, scribbling away in your notebook. You were just so… delectable. He would spend the hour sneaking glances at the front row of desks, imagining his hands around your waist, your neck, wherever he could reach. If you’d been any other girl, it wouldn’t have been hard to ask you out. But you were so uptight, so distant, and his usual allure seemed to do nothing for you. He had no idea how to woo you, so (stupidly), he decided to irritate you instead.

“God, you’re so- you’re such a- Will you just give them back!” you shouted.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart,” he mocked you. “You’re not trying hard enough,”

You groaned in frustration. “Fine, I’m sorry, okay?! Just give me my glasses back!”

A dangerous idea sparked in his mind. “On one condition.” He leaned against the island counter.

“What.” You spat out at him.

“One kiss.”

Silence.

You barked a sudden, mocking laugh. “Are you kidding me?” What was he thinking? He hated you, and you hated him. Was this some weird attempt to insult you?

His confident smirk faltered for a second. “These wouldn’t be hard to break, you know.” He formed a fist around your glasses.

“No! Stop! Fine!” you huffed.

Just one kiss, one quick peck, and then you could get your glasses and kick him out of your house. It was already midnight, and he was well past his welcome. “Just… one kiss, yeah? No funny business?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out quietly. “One little kiss,”

“Fine, do it then,” You shut your eyes and heard the clink of your glasses on the counter.

The air stretched taut. You were standing there, eyes closed, waiting…

And then, all of a sudden, you felt as a hand grasped your jaw with one hand and tilted your face up, the other digging into your waist as his lips collided with yours and kissed you roughly, months of buildup spilling over into the way he held you. He pressed your lips open with his own, tasting you, taking what he wanted. He kissed you like he was starving, tongue pressing against yours. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tingling. You’d kissed one or two boys in the past, but it had never been like this, never felt like this. Your lower belly clenched as Satoru tilted your head and slanted his mouth to get better access, then kissed you deeper, kissed you till you couldn’t breathe. His hands trailed up and down your torso, increasing pressure and squeezing fervently at your waist, your hips, wherever he could reach. His legs tangled between yours, and you stumbled backward, knees weak, until you reached the wall a few feet away. He broke away for a moment, gulping down air raggedly before quickly returning to your lips. Gojo rested a hand behind your head, stopping you from knocking your head against the wall and kissed you long and hard, teeth and tongue clashing.

Satoru finally, finally broke away, leaning an arm over your head, panting as he stared at you, pupils blown. “You drive me crazy,” His blue eyes were darting between your lips and your eyes. You felt the press of his muscled abdomen and thighs, his large biceps flexing as he squeezed your hip. You felt hot all over, electric bolts rushing up and down your skin. You were utterly ruined, panting like you’d finished running a marathon.

You looked, really looked into his eyes, sharing breath as the two of you just stared at each other, the heat of the kiss settling over you. What… was that? You thought.

“You still haven’t finished your questions,” You blurted out, totally flustered.

He groaned and laughed as he rested his forehead in the crook of your shoulder.

You didn’t want him to leave anymore. “You’re such a bad student, Gojo.”

His head shot up and his retaliation formed on his lips, but he didn’t have a chance to spit it out before you pulled his face into yours, kissing him once more. The two of you spent a long time pressed against that wall, tasting each other, taking your time.

Satoru pulled away, pecking your lips once more. “One plus one equals two kisses,”

You huffed a laugh. “At least you know how to count after all these weeks,”

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’ll need more lessons. Lots more…” He smiled against your lips as he pressed them open once more. Even if he failed his final, you didn’t really care anymore.

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