#Satoru jujutsu kaisen

[st3f13ily]

Can We Name Them After Me?

> Gojo jokingly suggests names like "Satoru Jr." and "Satoru II." You refuse. The debate continues for the whole day.

• Masterlist

• A week before the Twins arrived.

• I do not know what the second pictures are saying, I just put it there.

You were curled up on the couch, rubbing your growing belly, scrolling through baby name lists on your phone when you heard Satoru voice float lazily from the kitchen.

"So… I've been thinking," he called, opening the fridge like it personally offended him. "We should name them after me."

You paused, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Y'know, carry on the legacy." He wandered back into the living room, a bottle of water in hand and a cocky smile on his face. "The boy could be Satoru Jr. and the girl could be…" He tapped his chin, thinking far too hard. "Satoru II."

You blinked. "…You want to name both of them Satoru?"

"Why not? Double the Satoru, double the greatness."

You stared at him in pure disbelief. "Satoru, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

He dramatically clutched his heart like you'd just stabbed him. "Rude. I thought it was brilliant."

You leaned back, rubbing your belly in circles. "No child of mine is going to grow up having to explain why they share the same name as their egotistical father. They'll get bullied before they even hit kindergarten."

"But think about it," he pressed, plopping down beside you with that playful, boyish grin. "Imagine me at the park: 'Satoru, come here!' And then two little voices run up at once. I'll feel like a king."

You deadpanned, "You already act like one. You don't need two minions named after you to confirm it."

But Satoru wasn't one to give up so easily. The entire day turned into a one-sided debate, with him popping out of random places around the house pitching name ideas.

"Satoru Jr. has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Or! Satoruko for the girl. Cute, right?"

"Okay, hear me out: Satoru One and Satoru Two. Efficient and symmetrical."

By dinnertime, you were ready to file for divorce just to save the babies from that fate.

When you slid his plate across the table, you gave him a deadly serious stare. "If you suggest one more Satoru-themed name, I’m putting 'My wife is the Strongest' on their birth certificates."

Your childish husband froze mid-bite, chewing slowly, and then chuckled. "That'd be kinda cute."

You sighed, setting your fork down and glancing down at your belly, where a tiny kick answered like even the twins were done with his antics.

"They deserve their own names, Toru." you said softly, placing your hand over the spot where one of them nudged you again. "Not just copies of you. They're going to be their own little people."

Satoru looked at you for a long moment, and despite the fact he was usually all smiles, there was a flicker of something tender there.

"You’re right," he finally said, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "They'll be even better than me."

You gave him a gentle smile. "That's the plan."

Of course, the next morning, as you woke up, he leaned over and whispered against your ear:

"…But Satoru Jr. and Satoruko are still on the table, right?"

You smacked him with a pillow.

And the name debate continued.

[sanemistar]

starstruck m.list ★ jjk m.list

★ influencer!satoru, who has millions of dedicated loyal fans and followers, you included. shares one of your songs in one of his stories. so you, an unknown rookie idol, wake up one morning to discover that the same song is going viral on the internet. everyone expresses their love for it and praises you for being so talented. finally, your hard work has paid off and it’s all thanks to satoru and the great influence of his. your jaw is left wide open when you check your notifications, you even refresh the page to make sure it’s not just a glitch.

satorugojo started following you.

[7brownsuga7]

Jealous Satoru doesn't get right, he gets even. Especially if it means fucking you senseless infront of the guy you were bold enough to flirt with, so be it. He'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.

He knows deep down inside you love it, the thrill of someone else watching you get rammed from behind, breasts spilling out of your bra from the precise impact of him fucking your tight cunt. He knows you crave being claimed so openly in front of someone else. You bite your lip because you know you should hate it, you really should, you should feel shame but who can blame you when his fat cock is stretching you out completely, giving you so much pleasure, it makes it hard to care. The way your body responds to him as his hips thrust, hitting that perfect spot leaves you weak.

His thrusts are punishing, grips on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and even though you can’t see it, you know there’s a wicked smirk on his face. The lustful man before you is revelling in the sight before him. Hand lazily working his hardened length as his eyes bore into the art that is you, the mesmerising sight unfolding infront of him.

Satoru doesn't miss a beat, one hand sliding up to play with your nipple, smirking at the way your moans grow louder. "See that?" he grunts into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. A hint of your vanilla and cocoa butter scent hitting him, making him go all the more feral. "Look at him-he can't stop staring. He wishes he could touch you, but guess what? You're mine. Every fucking inch of you."

You try to stifle your cries, but it's no use; the heat between your legs only builds with every word he spits, every slam of his hips into yours. The stranger before you doesn't look away-if anything, his arousal only fuels your shame-tinged excitement.

"You love this," he taunts, his tone arrogant. "Being fucked so good, you can't even remember his name, can you?"

And he's right.

[faintrustle]

Jujutsu Kaisen Phantom Parade Exclusive Skins: SSR [Infinity Within] GOJO SATORU - [The Hunt Before Dinner] and SSR [Zone] ITADORI YUJI - [Now, an Extravagant Dinner!]

[justwinginglife]

I drank a redbull and can’t sleep. So more 1am thoughts for yall.

Gojo Satoru finds out that you were born in the same year, in the same month as him, but your birthday is a day after him. And he will not shut the fuck up about it.

When you were 17 and he had just turned 18, he spent the whole day teasing you for being a ���child,” and if you’d punch his arm or try to slap him away for being annoying he’d just say something like “Ew, I’m not trying to go to jail for touching a minor, get away from me.”

When you were 20 and he turned 21 (or whatever legal drinking age is in your country) he stuck his tongue out at you as he left you stranded outside a bar that you couldn’t get into to go have shots by himself. Of course, he felt bad and quickly came back to you, he also just missed you (shots weren’t as fun without you), but he did have to tease you a little, and he started talking about what a changed man he was now that he’d been in a bar and how you’d “understand when you were older.”

Of course, you tease him right back and he loves it as much as he pretends to hate it. It makes him laugh when you get him a walker or a cane or a pair of dentures as a gag gift because he’s “just so old.”

But at the end of the day, there’s no one he’d rather spend his birthdays with than you.

[iiiiiiis-things]

"But you're the only one that's holding me down!"

pairing- bsf!satoru x reader

cw- igs angst idk i js needed plot to build up, fluff, highschool toru

analysis- your ex leaves you & satoru gets stood up

a/n- HEY PEOPLES i just wanna thank you for all the support and love yall are giving me im close to 1k and i wanna do a special so ill be having a poll posted soon, also this story was heavily influenced by strangers things season 2 when nancy was dancing with dustin !

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"are you fucking shitting me ?" your stern voice could be heard by your ex, who was standing in front of you dancing with another girl but quickly removed her away from him the second he saw your face. "is this what you meant by be right back? to go blow me off with this bitch?" you point to the girl he was dancing with, completely shocked because not to be rude but you knew your self worth and this was just down right disrespectful. "baby i swear she's just a friend-" you tune him out making an overly dramatic eye roll as you feel your eyes began to water, honestly you didn't even know why exactly this little situation had you threatening to spill tears.

your ex was embarrassing you nothing new before- this was the same routine, the same cycle, and he had the same excuse every. single. time. you wanted to quite literally punch yourself in the face for falling for it yet again.

There was something in your gut telling you going to the snowball with your ex would have horrible results, yet you ignored your female intuition and went anyways, now you stood here looking so idiotically stupid in front of everyone as your confront this piece of shit. honestly ? you weren't even close to being as upset as you were embarrassed. hell the only reason you found out what he was doing on his "bathroom break" was because your friend pointed him out with a "uh girl- ain't that yo man?"

"bottom line is- you mean more to me than she does" is he serious ?.. "oh so she means something to you? just not as much as me right" the girl look so uncomfortable in this situation she began to remove herself from the middle of you two "little word of advice sweetheart, don't date him in the future, he's just looking to get his dick wet."

"wha- no what are you- why are you putting words in my mouth?! you know what are being such a bitch about this! jesus y/n you're always blowing things way out of proportion it's why i can't stay in a damn relationship with you ! and i try so hard to be nice but it's like you latch on to me like a fucking leech, just admit it without me you would be nothing! you had no one before me, no one loved you until I came along. your so god damn annoying seriously." staring in absolute disbelief and your eyes are so hot as people were now looking his way wondering what was going on and why his voice was growing louder and louder by the minute.

"let me tell you something you sick fuck. I am my own person and i do not need a little boy who's insecure about his penis size to contradict me about me and my life, you may have gotten me to come out of my shell but you didn't make shit, you are not my father nor my mother so you have absolutely no right to speak to me the way you're doing right now. I am a growing woman with my own liberties and ideals and if you didn't see that before, then that says a lot about the way you view me." hot tears are not streaming down your face as you make your way back to the table you were sitting at. you had made sure to keep your voice down so you wouldn't attract a crowd because lord knows all hell would've broken lose.

you sat at the table trying to dry your tears as a wave of nausea comes over you, feeling upset about everything that just happened as his words relayed in your head 'no one loved you' no. he was wrong so utterly wrong, you had friends, great ones in fact, you even had a best friend the one who stuck by your side through thick and thin.

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"shit" satoru cursed out as he realized he was crying, he was currently sitting behind the flimsy decorations the at covered the bleachers, alone and out of sight form everyone who could see how pathetic he looked right now.

crying over a female.

satoru honestly didn't even know why exactly this little situation had him crying, he had been showed up. nothing new before- girls who flirt with him for his wealth and ditch as soon as the connections start. of course he was used to it, sad but true. he came to the conclusion of it wasn't the girl herself that he was crying over. it was his inability to find love. most people would laugh when if they hear that satoru was true a lover boy, especially with his reputation for moving into different relationships faster than a virgin boy cumming for the first time.

in fact he had been in more flings you can count on your fingers just this semester. but it wasn't on purpose it's not like his goal was to become a pass around. it just sorta happened...

satoru was more upset than he had realized. thoughts running around his head about how unlucky his love life was. He sat on the bleachers, on the last day and most important moment of the first semester of his senior year, crying and alone.

it was so unfair, he had come here with a group of friends and though they didn't come with dates it sure as hell looked like they were leaving with one, suguru and shoko didn't even have a plus one but in the mist of waiting with satoru on his, they had both picked up someone to dance with. which was fine, he couldn't bring himself to be envy of his friends love life. hell even his best friend who stuck by his side through thick and thin was probably around the gymnasium somewhere slow dancing with her-

"hey." satoru immediately wipes his face as he hears your voice. "uh hey, what's up?" he looks up at you hoping you wouldn't notice his red and puffy eyes, but you were his best friend so of course you did.

"are you okay?" walking over to the bleachers you sit a couple feet away from him "yeah, heh why wouldn't i be?" he said with a little sniffle "oh well- this is just an observation but maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're crying... and alone" shit you had noticed, satoru did not like the feeling swarming inside his tummy he felt self-conscious. he didn't want to look so vulnerable infront of you

"well- technically i'm not alone, you're here" he looks up at you giving his infamous cocky smile that you've grown the love you can't help but giggle at his antics "what's funny?" "you" you catch yourself smiling a little to hard at him which causes you to clear your throat and switch the topic of the conversation. "so uh- where's your date?" looking off to the side his smile faded as soon as it came "i don't know if i should tell you, it's pretty lame" he spreads his legs further slouching down as he picks at his fingernails in the middle of his lap.

"satoru i've been your friend since middle school... i've seen your emo phase" his eyes shoot open as he looks over at you in horror "oh my god! you remember that?" a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he remembers the sight of that god awful side part and horrible black eye liner (sorry nanami) "of course i do" you let out with a laugh gojo leans his head back and groan bringing his hands up to cover his face out of embarrassment. laughing once more you decide to scoot in closer, now sitting right next to him, opposite to the few feet when you were away from him. "so?"

"i've been stood up" his eyes falls into his lap not having the guts to see your face of empathy right now. "if it makes you feel better" you lean back and stretch your arms out on the row behind you eyes having the same fate as his "my ex ditched me for someone else then proceeded to call me annoying" gojo felt his heart squeeze as he looked up to see the waterline of your eyes activate "he's a piece of shit, seriously i don't even know why you keep going back to him" redness around his eyes slowly faded and started to fill with anger as he talked about your ex "it's cause- i just- i just want to be loved by someone who truly wants me for me and every time he walks into my life it's usually at one of my lowest points and i just fall right for it!" your best friend watched intensely as he took in every word you were saying as you began to pour your heart out to him all the while in his head agreeing with you since all he wanted was to be loved.

"i mean its so hard to find someone in this generation who truly cares about me, it's like im" you lean forward and put your face in you palms eyebrows furrowed as you let your frustrations out

"doomed for love"

the two of you make eye contact shocked that the same words fell from both of your lips "i get you in so many ways you wouldn't even understand." a comfortable silence fills the air around you for a moment until he broke it (fucking blabbermouth) "for the record, i don't think your annoying, and-" mumbling the last part you look over in confusion "what did you say?" the blush began to creep back up his neck as he looks to the side "i said-" he voice went inaudible once again "toru i can't hear you" "i said you look beautiful tonight!" he suddenly shouted, turning back around to look you in your eyes, the two of you just looked at eachother not knowing what to say next "well thank you, i think that you look very handsome" you scootch over more and lean you head on to his shoulder

at first satoru tenses up not sure what to do but as time went on he relaxes, slowly bringing a hand around to your waist to pull you in even closer into a nice side hug as the two of you watch the other people have fun on the dance floor "jesus, suguru can not dance" letting out a sigh satoru puts his head down embarrassed for his friend who was currently making a damn fool of himself infront of his date you giggle looking around the gymnasium spotting your closet girl friend "if you think he's bad look at shoko" you sit up and he follows suit only for his jaw to drop at the her cruel dance moves "what about-"

"utahime" in unison the two of you burst into laughter as you seemingly spot her at the same time, she was moving her hips so off beat that it was unusual, but hey at least she was happy. after the fit of giggles you return back into the position before "you know, we shouldn't even have come to this thing in the first place- it's so corny i mean cmon, what's next there gonna play a thousand years by christina pe-"

"heart beats fast"

"oh you've gotta be shitting me" you cackle at the perfect timing of his crude joke as he leans back once more. you take it upon your self to get up and stick your hand out in front of him "y-you wanna dance?" rolling your eyes you snatch him up by his blazer dragging him to the make shift dance floor "uh, i'm not sure if i-" "relax you got this, just like we practiced" right. how could he forget that the two of you practice slow dancing together (it was his idea since he didn't want to embarrass himself) just the night before.

you stretch you arms out behind him, caressing where his smooth skin and the fluffiness tuffs of his hair connected as he wrapped his arms around your mid back the two of you smoothly swayed from side to side looking into at another with a smile. "hey let's try something" satoru says he then adjust your hands on him for a more comfortable position and soon enough he's leading the way as the two of you dance together laughing at the little stumbles here and there "okay you ready?" "yeah" just then satoru spins you around so lightly you would think that he thinks you're made of glass, fragile. everthing is in slow motion and you don't catch it, but your best friend looks at you with love filling his eyes. you looked so beautiful. your pink dress illuminating under the fairy lights that hung around. gojo satoru had never seen such beauty in his life. he begins to think how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. after the spin is over he brings you into a hug one hand wrapped its long arm around your back and the other pushes your head into his chest and he leans his neck down to give you a small kiss on your forehead. the hug catches you off guard by its firmness but you reciprocate nun the less.

"wanna go back to my place and watch a movie?"

[stargirlstabber]

imagine coming back home from a small shopping trip with the girls. well okay, not really small. you closed the front door behind you, letting down all the bags you held, groaning at the feeling of relief on your fingers and arms. once you walked in further, blasting music grabbed your attention. megan thee stallion. stepping in the kitchen area, you chuckled at what you saw there. your boyfriend of 4 years, satoru motherfucking gojo, vibing to "otaku hot girl", practically screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs while sexily swaying his hips, his concentration fixated on the song and on whatever he was cooking. what's he gonna do once he turns around and notices you?

[wormdevourer]

I colored another Gojo!! I think this one’s a manga panel, so thanks Gege for blessing us with this masterpiece :3

[thytorturedpoet]

happy birthday to my precious lil frosted snowball hair coloured babbyy and the love of my life:3<3

i just wanna give him the biggest hug (and smooch) and pay for all his therapy. my man deserves the world

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHHHH🩵🩵

he’s 35 now….😭😭😭😭

my gentleman🥺🩵🫂

[st3f13ily]

Shopping for the Baby

Gojo insists on buying baby sunglasses and a tiny blindfold "for training purposes."

Masterlist

You were tired. Your feet hurt. Your back ached. And you were already regretting letting Gojo Satoru—your overgrown man-child of a husband—anywhere near a baby store unsupervised.

Because somehow, in less than ten minutes, he had filled an entire cart with items that absolutely no baby needed.

"Satoru." you said slowly, staring at the ridiculously tiny pair of designer sunglasses he was proudly holding up. "What is that?"

He beamed. "Training gear."

Your eye twitched. "That’s not training gear. That’s a miniature pair of Gucci shades."

"Exactly!" he said, gently placing them on the baby mannequin's face. "Look at that. Instant swag. Our kid's gonna come out cooler than every adult in this store."

You crossed your arms, staring at the now swagged-out mannequin baby. "…They don't even have a neck yet, Satoru."

"They will," he said seriously. "And when they do, boom—drip activated."

You buried your face in your hands. "Why did I let you come with me?"

But Satoru wasn't done. No, he reached into the cart again and pulled out what looked suspiciously like— "Is that a baby-sized blindfold?!"

"Technically it’s a sleep mask," he said casually, like that made it better. "But I’ll make a few alterations. For training purposes."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Training for what? Peekaboo combat?"

Gojo gasped, offended. "You laugh now, but sensory deprivation is serious stuff! We gotta start them early."

"They’re not even born yet!"

"All the more reason to be prepared," he said, now seriously considering a baby-sized trench coat. "We don’t know if they’ll inherit my Six Eyes. What if they come out glowing?"

You gave him a flat look. "If either of them comes out glowing, I’m going to sue you."

He grinned. "You can sue me in kisses."

You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly left your skull.

Still, despite the nonsense, your heart warmed just a little watching him, bright-eyed, buzzing with energy, holding up each outfit and accessory like it was the most important thing in the world. He was already imagining all the ways he'd protect them, spoil them, embarrass them.

And as much as you groaned at the absurdity of it all, you couldn't help but smile when he turned to you, holding up a tiny onesie that said: "Daddy's Strongest Little Baby"

"…Okay," you murmured. "That one's actually kind of cute."

Gojo lit up like a Christmas tree. "HA! I knew you’d crack!"

You sighed, slipping your arm around his waist. "You're lucky you're pretty."

"I’m lucky you love me," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You leaned into him, hand resting on your growing belly. "They’re going to be so spoiled."

He smiled down at you, his voice softer this time. "Only by me."

And as ridiculous as the sunglasses and baby blindfold were…

You couldn’t wait to meet the little chaos he was already so in love with.

"Now let's go home, Megumi and Tsumiki are waiting."

@lixisoul99

[sanemistar]

‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩 satoru gojo can’t wait for you to claim his last name

𝜗𝜚 satoru x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship ᡣ𐭩 pt.1 ︴ pt.2 ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩 𝜗𝜚 back: jjk m.list

your boyfriend, satoru, who insists that you should have his last name already even though you're very early on in your relationship. he’s just that confident that the two of you will get married, he's madly in love with you and plans to spend the rest of his life with you, and he can’t wait for the day you become his forever.

“but toru, we’re not even married. isn’t it too early for that?” confused, you ask him. but he just grins and wraps his arms around your waist.

"well, not yet. but we're getting married anyways so the sooner the better. right, love?" you blush at his words. he, satoru gojo, the love of your life, has basically just announced that he's marrying you, and you can't be any happier.

"gojo y/n. i like the sound of that!" you giggle the moment satoru refers to you like that, it has a lovely ring to it that you find so endearing. so now you can't wait to marry this man and officially carry his last name.

[7brownsuga7]

The chase | Satoru Gojo

Thinking about popular, arrogant, player Satoru who has never had to chase a girl for anything. So when you, his stubborn neighbour, give him a reality check, does he succumb to the challenge, or does his arrogance get the better of him?

Gojo has always had the world at his feet. His charisma, looks, and power making him a magnet for attention. Women usually flock to him without him having to lift a finger, their admiration feeding into his confidence. But you? You're a different breed entirely.

You aren't fazed by his cocky smirks, the lazy way he leans against door frames like he owns the room, or the way he casually slips his blindfold up just enough to let you glimpse those hypnotic blue eyes. Instead, you roll your eyes, laugh at his overly dramatic antics, and call him out when his ego gets out of hand. It's infuriating for him, and exhilarating.

Gojo has never had to chase anyone, and he sure as hell doesn't intend to start now. At first, he tries his usual tricks: flirty comments laced with innuendo, exaggerated displays of charm, and that present smirk that screams "I know you want me." But when all you give him in return is a raised brow and a scoff, his frustration is hard to hide.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" he teases one evening, leaning close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne, something expensive and infuriatingly alluring.

"Not playing," you reply, brushing past him without a second glance. Your perfume invading his senses, making him even more crazed. "Just not interested."

And that's the moment Gojo realises he's in trouble. Because now it's not just about his pride, it's about you. The way you challenge him, the way you don't fall at his feet like everyone else, the way your stubbornness sparks a fire in him he didn't know existed.

He starts showing up everywhere you are.

Casual run-ins at your favorite café, unexpected visits during your downtime, and offers to help with things you never asked for. It's subtle at first but Gojo doesn't do subtle for long.

"You know," he says one night, leaning against the counter in your kitchen after somehow convincing you to let him stay for tea, "you're the first person who's ever made me work for it."

"Good," you reply, sipping your drink with a smirk. "About time someone did."

But his persistence doesn't stop there. Gojo begins to push his limits with every interaction.

When you ignore his texts, he will keep on messaging you until you give in and reply. He even resorts to using his infinity to keep you from walking away mid conversation.

"Stop using your powers to trap me, Gojo," you snap, glaring at him.

"Then stop running," he fires back, a rare seriousness in his tone. "I'm not going anywhere, you know. No matter how hard you try to push me away."

And that's when it hits you, he's not just chasing for the sake of the thrill. This is Satoru, the untouchable, the invincible, and he's putting himself on the line for you. His arrogant exterior hides a vulnerability you hadn't seen before, and for a moment, you let your guard down.

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes. "You get one date. Don't blow it."

His grin is immediate, his excitement almost childlike. "Oh, sweetheart," he steps closer, voice low and alluring.

"You're going to regret giving me a chance. Because once I've got you, I'm never letting you go."

And for the first time, you think maybe, just maybe, Gojo chasing you isn't the worst thing in the world.

That one date? It doesn't take long for it to spiral into something far more intense. Gojo's natural charisma was overwhelming enough, but when he's got you to himself, when there's no one else around to act as a distraction , you realise just how dangerous he can be.

The evening starts innocently enough-a rooftop dinner he somehow arranged under the stars, his usual charm on full display. But it's the way his eyes linger on you, his attention sharper and more focused than you've ever seen, that starts to make your walls crumble.

"You know," he murmurs at one point, leaning over the table so his voice is low and intimate, "I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you, about tonight...about how long it's been since someone made me feel like this."

"Like what?" you ask, your voice coming out softer than you intended.

"Like I'm willing to lose." His lips curve into a slow smile, and it's all you can do to keep your composure.

The night ends with him walking you back to your place. Or at least, that's what you thought was going to happen. But the moment you step through the door, his hand catches yours, spinning you to face him.

"You're not going to make me wait, are you?" he breathes, his forehead almost brushing yours.

You open your mouth to reply, but the words are stolen when he kisses you, hard, demanding, and consuming. His hands find your waist, pulling you against him, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body as if his infinity itself were melting away.

"Gojo-" you manage to gasp, but he silences you with another kiss, his lips parting yours with a confidence that leaves you dizzy.

"Satoru," he corrects, his voice husky as he trails kisses down your jawline to your neck. "Call me Satoru when I'm about to ruin you."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and before you know it, he's guiding you to the couch, his hands working at your clothes with a practiced ease that should irritate you but only fuels the fire building inside you.

"You think you're still in control," you say, trying to keep an ounce of power in this exchange.

"Oh, I know l'm not," he admits, his grin wicked as he looks down at you, his shirt already discarded to reveal the sharp lines of his torso.

"That's what makes this so much fun."

His hands slide down your thighs, his touch setting every nerve alight as he pulls you closer.

His mouth is everywhere, your lips, your neck, your chest, his kisses alternating between tender and ravenous as if he's trying to map every inch of you.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his voice softer now. "You have no idea how long l've wanted this."

The intensity in his words is matched by the way he moves, his hands and mouth working in perfect sync to drive you to the edge. And when he finally pushes his cock into you, the world seems to fall away.

Each thrust drives you to the edge. You can’t believe you’ve been depriving yourself from his cock, his touch, him as a whole.

The way he hits your spot so effortlessly has you rolling your eyes back.

"Satoru," you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm that has you trembling beneath him.

"Say it again," he growls, his pace quickening as he holds you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Say my name."

And you do, over and over, until it's the only word you can manage, the only thing grounding you in the overwhelming heat and pleasure he's pouring into you.

If you were to ask Gojo, he’d tell you that your pussy was made for him. The way it wraps around his cock, sucking him in with every thrust has him ready to give anything up for you.

And it doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your end, both tangled together on the couch, your breathing heavy and your body still coming down from the aftershocks of his touch.

"Well," he says after a long moment, his smirk returning as he brushes a strand of curly hair from your face, "I think I just proved that chasing you was worth every second."

You roll your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. "Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late," he replies, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to your soft plump lips. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I've got plenty more where that came from."

[jubburb]

So.. what now?

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-I legit don't know what to name the title, so. Also, I'm sorry for repeating the "Hey so uhhh" message. I never realized until I reread it😭 anyway, hope you have fun reading. The next upload from me will probably be a Toge Inumaki fanfic! (Doing this on a phone that's almost on the brink of death. I'll be putting in links later, after I learn how to😃)

Pt. 2

-Jღ

[faintrustle]

The adult version of GOJO SATORU will always be my favorite. I don’t know why, but his level of sweetness and cuteness just hits differently.

[justwinginglife]

Mistaken

My only warning is suggestive language. Guys. You have no idea how many times I had to remind myself I was writing fluff and not smut. I'm sure you can tell where I kept trying to veer into smut land haha. Dedicated to @94biscuits, more Gojo fics to come, maybe smut in those lmao.

Satoru was over again.

He let himself in like he always did. Came over and hugged you. Nuzzled against your neck. Pinched your sides. You pinched his cheeks in return. 

“Rascal,” You laughed.

“Just missed you.” He grinned.

You shook your head, half amused. Satoru said that same line every time he came over, but you knew he was only here for your brother. “Suguru’s in his room. Go on up, I’ll bring snacks in a bit.” 

The first time that Satoru Gojo had shown up at your door, he nearly made you fall in love with him. It was a classic Satoru Gojo move: flash that cocky grin of his, show off those shimmering eyes, and then, like a true gentleman, catch you when you inevitably swooned. You might’ve been under his spell forever if Suguru hadn’t interrupted the moment by smacking him on the forehead, saying, “Don’t go pulling that shit on my kid sister, stupid; she’s off limits.”

At the time, you had wanted to murder Suguru for taking away the opportunity to introduce yourself as someone worthwhile. Here was a boy who was strong, who was charming, who was devastatingly gorgeous, who would now be frequenting your doorstep, and you could’ve been anything you wanted to him. You could’ve been the enticing girl next door. You could’ve been the person he ran to when he couldn’t entrust his secrets to Suguru, when he couldn’t entrust them to anyone. Hell, you could’ve seduced him if you’d had the time. But instead, your stupid, older brother had swooped in and saddled you with the title of “kid sister” as well as deeming you “off limits,” and you swore Satoru never looked at you the same again. If he had been thinking of making a move, Suguru had tossed out the game board. Now, at best, you were a third wheel. 

Eventually, you got used to it. Got used to dashing up the stairs to scrounge up a pair of socks and shoes, only to discover once you’d reached the foyer that they’d already left without you- gone off to buy ice cream at the convenience store, or race each other down train tracks, or shoot hoops at the basketball court. Got used to doors closing in your face, to hushed whispers and hushed laughter, like you were always on the outside of the world’s biggest secret. Got used to being what you were: the baby sister. 

You and Suguru had always been close; it didn’t matter that you were younger than him. But now that he’d met Satoru, the only person who was closer to him than you were, you’d started to feel just how significant the weight of your age gap was. Of course he wanted to run off with Satoru; they could understand each other better than you ever could. It didn’t matter how many times you chased after them, how many times you begged, how many times you whined, you’d never be a part of their “dynamic duo.” So you stopped trying.

You settled for simple greetings between you and Satoru as you passed by each other in the living room. You settled for sharing the dinner table together for a mere moment, making small talk until they disappeared into Suguru’s room together again. You settled for the little bits of them you got to see here and there. And you settled for entertaining yourself. Going to the mall alone. Reading in your room alone. Riding your bike alone. 

Ironically, that was when they started paying more attention to you. Started sharing their inside jokes. Started including you in movie nights. Started sandwiching you in between them when they went on walks, with both their arms slung around you as they laughed and talked. 

It wasn’t like you never third wheeled again - in fact, you chewed both their heads off when you went to a concert together and they ran off to the mosh pits, leaving you to sulk in the nosebleed section- but you had to admit that you were happy to at least be remembered. 

You were sure it was because your big brother had finally taken pity on you. Maybe he’d finally remembered who’d held his hand when he got his wisdom teeth pulled, or who used to watch horror movies with him even if she was on the verge of tears, or who’d skip rocks with him by the lake.

You never would've guessed that it was Satoru’s idea to include you.

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“Suguru’s in his room. Go on up, I’ll bring snacks in a bit.”

Satoru watched you retreat into the kitchen, admiring your figure as you walked. Or, at least, he admired it for as long as he could before Suguru caught him lurking and smacked him on the back of the head. 

“Quit looking at her like she’s dinner, dumbass.”

Satoru chuckled shamelessly. “Can’t help that your sister’s hot.”

“Up. The. Stairs. Now.” Suguru yanked him by the collar and lugged him to his room. 

As much as Satoru liked to push Suguru’s buttons and joke about how attracted he was to you, he knew there was more to how he felt than simple attraction. Of course, your looks certainly helped. The day he’d met you, he’d been so stunned by your beauty that he thought his heart might stop. And when he couldn’t think up the proper words to say, his reflexes kicked in and he hit on you like a total douchebag. He hadn’t meant to wink at you, take you in his arms, and spew some stupid line that he’d used a million times on a million different girls. He’d simply meant to say hi. Introduce himself. Maybe get your number if he was lucky. Maybe get your ring size. But he was getting ahead of himself, he knew he was. And when Suguru swooped in to snuff out the moment, for a minute, he was even relieved. Suguru had saved him from being himself. 

Satoru had regretted how he’d handled meeting you, and he regretted how he handled everything after that. He hated seeing the hurt on your face when Suguru would shut the door in your face when you’d ask to join them, and he hated that he was the reason for it. He hated that it was because he was so ridiculously enamored with you that he had to sit behind closed doors and listen to Suguru scold him endlessly. He hated that his intentions were so clear on his face that when you proposed getting ice cream at a local convenience store and he’d immediately imagine spoon feeding you, Suguru had to drag him out of your line of sight shortly afterwards. He hated that he’d get so worked up over the scent of your perfume or your shampoo when he’d enter your house, imagining your wet hair in the shower, or your wet body, so much so that he had to run laps or shoot hopes with Suguru until he was so exhausted that all he could manage was a simple “Hey” when he inevitably saw you again, rather than do what he’d been craving to do. Rather than press you up against the wall and let your perfume soak into his pores as he devoured you whole. 

It wasn’t until you started to seem lonely that he got his shit together.

He’d notice you wouldn’t walk home with them after school anymore; instead you’d make your way to the library first so you could bring books home and have something to do when they abandoned you yet again. When they went out for walks, you’d go out for bike rides. In the opposite direction. When they’d decide to stay in, you’d decide to go out. One day, he faked sick, bailing on Suguru before taking off after you. When he found you wandering aimlessly at the mall, attempting to entertain yourself, he made the decision that he’d never leave you alone again. He’d bury these feelings. You’d simply be the girl next door. And then he could stay by your side without tripping over his own dick and ruining everything. 

So Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, the boy who never wanted for anything, did something he never thought he’d do in his entire lifetime: he begged. After Suguru listened to his pleading and whining for the better portion of an hour (and after Satoru appealed to his sense of humanity as an older brother who, of course, could never be happy upon discovering his sister's loneliness), he finally caved. He agreed to allow Satoru near you. Of course, he set condition upon condition upon condition until Satoru had started to feel like maybe he’d made a deal with the devil, but it was all worth it to see your smile when he finally got to pat the seat beside him on the couch and invite you to watch a movie with them. His heart still pounded like drums with you beside him, but he figured eventually it would dull to a steady, even beat.

He was wrong. 

Now that you were spending so much time together, now you had your nicknames (he’d argue they might even be pet names), now you had your inside jokes, now you had your personal ways to greet each other. Now he had his arm around your shoulders as he walked you to school. Now you had your arms around his waist as you welcomed him home. Now he had your favorite songs stuck in his head, your favorite movie quotes memorized, your favorite foods on standby. Now he was coming over every day instead of every week. Now he was in love. 

So when you finally brought a tray of snacks up to Suguru’s room for them to share, casually wondering aloud when the two of them were going to finally get together as you slid the tray over to them, he almost choked on his own lungs. 

WHAT???

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There was no easy way to let yourself down. 

But after so many attempts at purposely flirting with Satoru, just to see if he’d react the way you wanted him to, just to see if he felt what you felt whenever you were in a room together, when he started tensing up after your attempts, when he started perspiring, when he started looking elsewhere (really, anywhere but at you) you’d started to wonder if maybe he was gay.

Maybe you’d mistaken his charisma for flirting. Maybe you’d mistaken friendly banter for chemistry. Maybe you’d mistaken fondness for feelings. Maybe he was just here for your brother after all.

So you thought you might help them along.

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Suguru laughed and he laughed and he laughed.

Even after you’d left the house, Satoru was sure you could still hear Suguru’s laughter from miles away. On another day, at another time, Suguru might’ve been disgusted, might’ve been offended. Might’ve crinkled his nose, maybe even gawked at you, “You think I’d wanna be with him? Of all people?” But today, as he watched Satoru sink into the depths of despair beneath his covers, he couldn’t help but howl with laughter. 

You thought Satoru was gay. Suguru had never heard anything more hilarious in his entire life. At the very least, Satoru was bisexual. The way he got love drunk and acted stupid every time you were near him was proof enough of that. If you’d known the amount of times Suguru had had to dump a cold bucket of water on him or slap him silly or lock him in a closet until he got ahold of himself, you’d know Satoru wasn’t gay. You’d know he was in love with you. Fanatically and foolishly in love with you.

But you didn’t know. You knew absolutely nothing about it. And so Suguru laughed and Satoru whined.

“Maybe she’d peg you.” Suguru snorted, elbowing him in the ribs. 

“Asshole.” He grumbled, shoving him away. 

“Exactly- right in the asshole.” Suguru snickered.

Satoru chucked the pillow at his face. But any anger he’d felt quickly dissipated as he recounted your earlier words yet again. How could you think he was here for Suguru when he was clearly here for you? How could you miss the way he rocketed out of his seat the second the bell rang, just so he could walk home with you? How could you miss the way he feigned stretching so he could inch closer to you on the couch? How could you miss the way he always froze, even just for a millisecond, when you purred his name? How could you have gotten everything so terribly, terribly wrong? And how was he supposed to fix it? He sighed and flopped back onto the bed miserably.

"C'mon- quit looking so depressed." Suguru attempted to tug him up.

Satoru only buried his face deeper into the pillows.

"You're starting to make me feel bad for you."

Satoru peeked at him from under the blanket. "Bad enough that you'd finally let me ask her out?"

"NO."

He whined and pulled the covers back over his head.

Then the front door opened and he sat up straight. Apparently, he’d moped so long that you were back home again. And now that you were home, this time, he’d do something. This time, he wouldn't stay stunned in silence. This time, he'd make you understand.

His eyes drifted over to the half eaten tray of snacks (he’d only had the heart to munch on half of them while he moped and Suguru was too busy teasing him to care about the food). An idea formed in his mind, and he snatched the tray up, making his way to the kitchen where you’d started unloading groceries. 

“Turn.” He commanded.

Raising your eyebrow, you obeyed, setting down your bags before facing him.

“Open.”

You stared at him quizzically for a moment, before finally shrugging and opening your mouth. 

He popped a cube of cheese in your mouth. 

You chewed, eyeing him curiously, but he’d chosen your favorite thing on the tray so you didn’t complain. 

“Open.”

He popped a strawberry into your mouth this time. 

“Are you just-” You chewed a couple more times, “Gonna keep feeding me?” You laughed as he popped a gummy into your mouth in response.

While he was acting strange, it wasn’t so different from his usual shenanigans so you paid no mind to it, allowing him to continue feeding you. You’d just thought that he hadn’t wanted the snacks you prepared to go to waste. Little did you know, he had an ulterior motive.

After stuffing your mouth full with a large marshmallow, he finally said, “So, get this- the girl I’m into thinks I’m gay.”

Your eyes widened and you nearly choked. You opened your mouth to speak but he’d stuffed you well because your cheeks were still bursting at the seams. You had to chew more aggressively to even have a chance at speaking, but he’d already continued rambling.

“She thinks I’m, like, in love with her brother or something. She really needs to get a clue.”

You finally swallowed the marshmallow only for him to capture your chin in between two fingers, gently coaxing your mouth open enough to pop a chocolate in next. You glared at him as you began to chew again.

He wanted to laugh. You looked like the cutest, angriest, little chipmunk. And he loved you so much. His fingers traveled up your jaw, caressing tenderly. “She has no idea I’ve only been visiting so much to see her. How do you think I should tell her I’m in love with her?” He asked sincerely, his eyes searching yours.

You swallowed and you swore you felt your heartbeat in your throat. 

Then, smirking, he leaned over and licked your lips. “Mm. Chocolate. My favorite.”

Your cheeks burned bright and your breath stuttered in your throat. “T-T-Toru!”

“If I was gay, I wouldn’t do that, would I?”

You shook your head quickly.

“How about this, would I do this?” He kissed your auburn cheeks. 

You let out a sigh that was almost like a whine. 

“And this? If I didn’t love you, would I do this?” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and his nose nuzzled against yours. Before you could think about the warmth of his breath ghosting on your lips, he kissed you. Gently at first. Then, his hands found the small of your back, pulling you towards him until your hips knocked against each other. In a flash, his desire was searing itself deep into your lips. He groaned into the kiss and you thought he might just take you now, on the kitchen counter. 

And then he pulled away, panting. 

Confused, your brows furrowed. You reached for him and he stopped you.

“I said I loved you, didn’t I? So I won’t do anything until you’re ready. Much as I’d like to. That’s what loving you means to me. That’s what you mean to me. So tell me, do you love me?” Hope and fear warred in his eyes as he awaited your response. 

You pinched his cheeks and he let out a surprised scoff. “You really have to ask? If I didn’t love you, would I return this?” You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

He smiled as he accepted your kiss.

“Now, the real question is-" You pulled away, "Just how much do you love me?”

He scoffed again, straightening confidently. “Are you doubting me? I love you more than anything.” 

“Oh, good. So you’re willing to convince my brother then?” You turned him around to face a fuming Suguru in the doorway.

“Fuck.”

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