#YOU AND YOUR SATORUUUUU

[teddybeartoji]

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I'M HERE I'M FINALLLYY HEERE OH MY FUCKING GOD I'VE MISSED YOU AND YOUR WRITING SO MUCH I MIGHT BE ALREADY TEARING UP JUST AT THE MERE THOUGHT OF ACTUALLY BEING ABLE TO READ YOUR ART AGAINNNN WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

the only disclaimer i feel the need to put is that... i am a bit sleepy and my head is hurting😭😭 but this is by no means me forcing myself to read it okay??!!!! i want to. i really fucking want to. i need to actually. i am not letting this fuckass headache take you away from mee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok i feel like i might be making more typos too buT I WANT TO FUCKING READ OKAY AND IWANT TO SHARE MY LOVE. and i also miss satoru:((( and when i miss satoru i always think about your works so yk... i missed you and your writings and your satoru and and and and am i already spitballing.................... anyway.

I REALLLLYYY REALLLY MISSS HIMM ACTUALLLYYY:(((((((((((( wahh already the idea of getting to just laze around with him in your shared home together is making me wanna cry:((((((( like of fucking course HE'S the one that's getting the iced tea for youuu😭😭😭 hE LOVES YOUUU😭😭😭😭😭😭

you stop. gaze fleeing from his own, slipping down to your lap. he thinks you look particularly small like this. curled up on his expensive couch, curling in on yourself; gnawing at your bottom lip.

:(((((((((((((((((((((((( oh i just know his heart sank just a little at the sight:(((((((((

he doesn't like it when you shut him out, like this, when you don’t allow him to soothe you.

WHEN YOU DON'T ALLOW HIM TO SOOOTHE YOUUU:((((((((((((((

your relationship has been a slow one — steady, a kind of settling in he never thought he’d experience. calm waves lapping along the edges of smooth sand, washing away tiny pebbles and handfuls of sea glass; delicately coming closer. getting him used to the sensation before gently urging him to take a dip.  that’s the kind of love you share. 

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BIG LOUD FUCKING WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CRYING LIKE A BABYYY WEEPING LIKE A CHILDDDD THE SLOW KIND OF LOVE!!!!!! THE KIND HE THOUGHT HE'D NEVER GET!!!!!!!!!!!! THE KIND HE DESERVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so it stings, a little, when you won’t let him return the favour. it stings in the same way his phantom scars itch on cold nights.

😐stop this madness ari let me catch my breath here alright damn

THE HAND SQUEEEEZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i really wanna hold hands with him:((((((( this is kind of irrelevant but i really do i think he'd always try to swing your locked hands with the prettiest smile on his lips and he'd raise them to his lips every two minutes just to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

”baby…”  his voice takes on a fond tone, tender and patient. everything he strives to be, when it comes to you; you and you alone. ”c’mon. you can tell me anything.”  with a sense of delicacy, he takes your hands into his bigger ones. tucking them into his palms, bringing them into his own lap — meeting your meek eyes.  ”right?”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭SHALL WE DO ANOTHER FUCKING EMOJI COUNT OR WHATTT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭TENDER AND PATIENT. EVERYTHING HE STRIVES TO BE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU; YOU AND YOU ALONE. 😭😭😭😭😭

DIMPLESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”i think i love you too much.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I'M TAKING THIS VERY FUCKING PERSONALLY YOU KNOW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WHAT THE FUCKK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE ACTUALL FUCKKK BUT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH TOOO MCUH SO FUCKING MUCH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

like a stack of cards blown over by the wind, satoru’s poker face crumbles. he fails to bite back the wide grin that breaks out across his lips, showing off the white of his teeth, and a soft bout of fresh laughter flows from out his lips.

THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I'VE HAD TO THREATEN YOU WITH PICS OF ME CRYING WELL I AM DOING IT AGAIN OKAY HE'S SO ANNOYING HE PROMISED NOT TO LAUGH AND HE'S LAUGHING AND HE'S BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HIM AND I HATE HIM AND HE LIVES IN MY HEAD AND I HEAR HIM AND I WANNA SEE HIM AND AND AND AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGHHH YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO MEEE AND I LOVE YOU SO FUCKIING MUCHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK:((((((((((((((( he's such a little shit:((

satoru gives up. laughter reverberating throughout his entire body, deep and loud, from the very bottom of his gut — enough to have him clutching at his sides. that only makes you flush deeper, glare harder, and all he can think is that he wants to kiss you silly.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AND IT JUST KEEEPS GOINGGGG WDYMM "SWEETHEART" WDYM HE'S CALLING YOU SWEETHEARTTT ARIIII PLEAAASEEEE MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT I AM WEAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you hide away, nuzzling further into his chest; your safe harbour. 

WHEN IS IT MY TURNNNNN WHEN DO I GET TO HIDE IN HIS CHESTTTTT PLEAAASEEEEE I JUST NEED TO DO IT ONCE TWICE A HUNDRED TIMES A THOUSAND A MILLION A BILLION I AM NEVER LEAVING I AM GLUING MYSELF TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

(this is another side not i guess but wasted summers by juju just started playing and idk if you remember but a while back we talked abt what songs remind us of satoru and i said that that very song reminds me of him and now i wanna cry even more)

his pulse trembles against you. when you strain your ears, you can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat, mingling with your own; still resounding in your ears. 

i love love LOVEEEEE the thought of heartbeats mingling with each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! something so inherently romantic abt it yk?

”i love you so much that it hurts.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WHAAAAAAAAAAT TEH FUCKEHWT THE FCK WHAT HEFUCK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

”i adore you, you have no idea.”

and i loove love LOOOOOOOOOVEEEEE THE WORD ADORE!!!!!!!!!!!! i think it's very... intimate. honestly in a way it's above the word love sometimes to me,, the word "adore" just feels like this overwhelming sense of fondness?????????????????????? does that make sense?????? okok i really might be getting a bit delirious i am sorry about that but ari i just need you to know that i do adore you okay?! always.

something frighteningly sincere. it makes you feel a little like you’ve been sliced open. it’s raw, it’s heavy and light and it’s love. it’s satoru — all his little inconsistencies, and the stability beneath it all. 

IT'S HEAVY AND LIGHT AND IT'S LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭CRYING AGAIN BUT IT'S WHATEVER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

IT'S SATORU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gazing into his eyes, as if hypnotized by their glow, your own gleam with a mesmerizing shine. glazed over with something sweet and wonderful, something satoru wants to burn into his retinas so he never forgets it. he wishes he could wring it out of you and put it in his pocket — but it looks prettier behind your cornea.

i think the whole entire country of estonia just heard me sigh. but it was the super ultra longing yearning type of a sigh though. it's rarely anything else with you and honestly it kinda does make me mad. i really do get the reader bc like i think i love you too much too damn (armin also just came to say hi btw he loves you too much too i know bc he just sat so close to me so close that if i crane my neck i can give him a lil forehead kiss and i'll have you know that he doesn't usually sit this close he tends to go to the feet instead but... here he is now confessing his love to you with me)(he's trying to steal my spotlight😠)

SATORU THE LITTLE FUCKERRR OH COURSE HE'S GONNA TICKLE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO MARRY HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when the familiar cling of your laughter finally spills past your lips, flowing into satoru’s ears, his smile blooms into a grin. big and happy, childish in its innocence — not even attempting to hide his joy. his own giggles melt into your soft wheezes and desperate pleas, as you struggle to break free, straining against the firm hold he has on your wrists.

you really do write so so beautifully you know? like you aaaaaaalways make me feel so warm inside (yes even when i'm crying i can multitask alright) you're always just so fucking loving and lovely and you shine so brightly through your words and you kind of remind me of honey like you're sweet and sticky and you go so well with tea and i love tea but most importantly i love tea with honey which means i am back to my point of me being in love with you damn funny how the world works huh??? thank you so much thank you thank you thank you

OH SHUT THE FUCK UP (AFFECTIONATE ARI I MEAN THAT IN THE MOST AFFECTIONATE WAY POSSIBLE) THE WHOLE "NOW WE CAN FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED" + "OH I DUNNO ABOUT THAT" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I AM GIDDDYYY I FEEL FUCKING GIDDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

endearment blooms, in the depths of his cerulean eyes. he watches you carefully, awfully amused — thinking to himself that he must be rubbing off on you. what a scary thought.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭WHAT A SCARY THOUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

”can’t you ever just let me win?” you mutter, breathing in his cologne and tugging at his shirt. pressed up against him, on his couch, safe and secure. right where you should be. he noses at your neck, pressing a little kiss against your pulsepoint. a quiet, quiet offering at the altar of your soul. ”nope,” he hums, smiling cheekily.  ”i love you too much for that.”

I DIE WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE😭😭😭😭😭I MEAN I DIE WITH EVERY WORD YOU TYPE?????????😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ADORE YOU I ADORE YOU I ADORE YOU HE IS SWEETER THAN ANY CANDY COULD EVER BE THE SUN COULD NEVER SHINE AS BRIGHT AS HIM THE BIRDS COULD NEVER SING THEIR LOVESONGS AS LOUDLY AS HE DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LOVES AND HE LOVES AND HE LOVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARIIIIIi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH IT'S RATHER HARD TO TYPE WHEN YOU'RE BAWLING YOUR EYES OUT BY THE WAYYYY IDK IF YOU HAVE CONSIDERED THATTTTT ARI MY LITTLE IRIS MY ANGEL MY LOVE I DON'T HAVE THE WORDS TO THANK YOU WITH I NEEDED THIS I REALLY FUCKING DID AND YOU JUST NEVER FUCKING DISAPPOINT DO YOU????????!!!!!!! YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!!!! ALWAYS WRITING THE MOST GORGEOUS MOST HEARTWARMING THINGS LIKE IT'S NOTHING HUHH????? I WILL GIFT YOU EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT YOU WANT ALL THE THINGS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW TO DREAM ABOUT I LOVE YOU AND I THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND I THANK YOU

you have done so much for me and i mean that dAMN I FINISH EVERY ONE OF THESE WITH A SAP STORY I CAN'T STOPPP I CAN'T CONTAIN IT OKAY I'M SORRYY I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you are doing well and that you are taking care of yourself. i also hope that you are not rushing. anything; i hope you are taking your time. with everything. please eat well and please drink well. WATER. please sleep and please please please have fun. and smile. and look at the sun and look at the stars and look at the moon. they all love you. as do i. thank you so fucking much<3333333

i think your love would be too much ; satoru gojo

summary; satoru knows that you’re worried about something. he just doesn’t know what.

word count; 4.1k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, sickening amounts of fluff, (that’s literally all. that’s it. thank you for your time), you’re both down horrendous, the ”something” reader is worried about is very very silly <333, mostly satoru’s pov!!

a/n; i love this man so fucking much my chest hurts so i dug up the sappiest wip i could find in my drafts <333 you can tell i completely lost the plot halfway through but just pretend that i didn’t ok. i dedicate this to gojo nation :3

satoru feels your stare prickle at the back of his neck.

he’s rummaging through the fridge, one hand on his hip, grabbing two cans of iced tea from the bottom compartment. peach for him, lime for you. his infinity is down, the pads of his fingers meeting chilled aluminum, condensation licking at his skin.

but the goosebumps that sensation causes is nothing compared to the ones he gets from this — your stare digging into the back of his head, your attention aimed directly at him. when he turns around, closing the fridge with a bump of his hipbone, you freeze. like a deer caught in headlights. 

satoru grins.

”you checkin’ me out?”

”no,” you blurt, and his smile only grows.

”aw…” he waltzes across the room, from the kitchen island to the living room, fuzzy socks against the floorboards. ”what’s up, then? something on your mind?”

with a clink, he puts the cans of tea down on the coffee table. you murmur out a breath of thanks, but make no move to reach for either of them.

now that he’s close enough to see you properly — he thinks to himself that you do look a little ill at ease. something in the crease between your brows, shying away from the eye contact he wants. something in the way your voice comes out somewhat strained.

”it’s nothing… i just —” 

you stop. gaze fleeing from his own, slipping down to your lap. he thinks you look particularly small like this. curled up on his expensive couch, curling in on yourself; gnawing at your bottom lip.

”… i’m being dumb.”

he hums. tilting his head, taking you in — wasting no more than a mere moment before taking action. 

you feel him plop down next to you, a shift in the weight bearing down on his couch. comforting. when you glance up, he’s smiling, patient and light. hand sneakily slipping between the cracks of your own, squeezing your palm, running his thumb over the ridges of your knuckle.

”wanna tell me about it?”

from behind the black layer of glass obscuring your frame, satoru watches you intently. watches your expression shift, drinking in the twitch of your brows, how the colour of your eyes flickers in the light. the way your soul sulks and sputters under the weight of his all-seeing gaze. 

you part your lips. slowly, searching for the right words — only to close them again.

you try once more. hesitant. 

all you can manage is a frustrated huff.

”it’s nothing, honestly,” you’re quick to backtrack, wincing inwardly. ”i've just… been thinking. i guess.”

a hum. his smile doesn’t waver. ”about what?”

you avert your gaze. biting your lip, again, turning away from him; resting your chin on the heel of your palm. avoiding his stare like it could turn you to stone. he barely picks up on the words you murmur, flowing out beneath your breath.

”i... can't tell you.”

satoru raises a brow. 

a moment passes. two, three — the silence is telling. you can hear the discontentment in his voice, despite his attempts to mask it.

”why not?”

”i… haah.” you scoot away, just a little more, turning away so he can’t dissect your expression the way he’d like to. ”i just can’t, okay?”

silently, silently, he observes you. the little of you he can see, at the very least; fixating on the side of your face, your cheek, those fluttering eyelashes. as if it could tell him something. you can’t see the way his eyes narrow, behind his shades, black glass shielding you from the weight of his scrutiny.

satoru bites back a huff. 

curiosity and impatience aside, he feels offended. thoroughly so. he doesn't like it when you shut him out, like this, when you don’t allow him to soothe you.

your relationship has been a slow one — steady, a kind of settling in that he never thought he’d experience. calm waves lapping along the edges of smooth sand, washing away tiny pebbles and handfuls of sea glass; delicately coming closer. getting him used to the sensation before gently urging him to take a dip. 

that’s the kind of love you share. 

so it stings, a little, when you won’t let him return the favour. it stings in the same way his phantom scars itch on cold nights.

he knows opening up isn't easy. for you, for anyone, least of all for him — but he still finds himself feeling a little bit dejected. because he's supposed to be your safe space. the person you can trust with absolutely anything.

(if he can’t be that, for you, then what the hell is he even good for?)

he can’t help but feel the slightest tug of worry, too. seeing the tight line of your closed lips, that hardness of your expression. the unmistakable stress accumulating in the corners of your eyes.

but he doesn’t voice that worry. he simply gives your hand another squeeze, and smiles a little wider. ”try me.”

a sigh flows from your lips. 

”you don't get it, satoru.”

your voice has a bite to it, now, just a little harsh. something akin to a soft hiss — defensiveness, he ultimately settles on. but why?

”it’s —” you muster up a glance his way, the slightest little peek, before turning away again. blurting out the words on the tip of your tongue. ”it’s so fucking embarrassing. you’ll laugh.”

satoru blinks.

”… huh?”

”you’ll laugh, and you'll tease me, and — ” he feels your hand slip from his own, muffling a groan as it covers your face. ”i’ll never live it down.”

you’re hiding, squirming, and satoru’s curiosity increases at an alarming rate. he leans forward, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, but you don’t let him. 

now he’s nothing short of intrigued.

”i won't,” he says, simply. voice as clear as glass. you scoff into your hands.

”you will!”

”i promise you i won't laugh.”

”you always say that.” a sigh falls from your lips, deep and heavy, as your hands finally slip down to your lap. ”but you never mean it. you’ll laugh so much. i know you will.”

you bite down on your lip. he wants to cup your jaw and kiss you, mend the bruising with a swipe of his tongue — but he tactfully decides against it.

”it’s — it's so…” you trail off, fidgeting with your hands, nervously linking your fingers together. gazing down with a pout. ”so stupid.” 

”baby…”  his voice takes on a fond tone, tender and patient. everything he strives to be, when it comes to you; you and you alone. ”c’mon. you can tell me anything.” 

with a sense of delicacy, he takes your hands into his bigger ones. tucking them into his palms, bringing them into his own lap — meeting your meek eyes. 

”right?”

through the blue of his gaze, he watches you falter. watches your eyes soften, crumbling a little, as you silently weigh your options. you look flustered.

then you slowly part your lips.

”you’re gonna think i’m just joking, or whatever, but — but i mean it. i’m…” your throat bobs with a shallow gulp. ”i’m seriously worried.” 

satoru nods. ”i’ll take you seriously.”

you look up. all you’re met with is a reassuring smile, familiar dimples, the slightest hint of a kind blue behind his shades.

and you finally give in.

”i… i think i might —”

shifting and squirming, your gaze flits from spot to spot, hands still intertwined with his own. you’re caged in, forced to face him, and it only adds to your nervosity. his eyes never leave your face.

”i think… i…”

your voice comes out sounding tiny. gaze stuck to the couch beneath you, as your lips form around the right syllables, and you finally blurt out out the words you've been trying to keep at bay —

”i think i love you too much.”

…

silence.

you still refuse to meet his gaze. a red hue crawls up your neck, spreading to the tips of your ears, heartbeat pounding under your ribs. the sentence spills out of your lips like an arrow; so rushed he barely deciphers it in time.

before the silence can swallow you whole, you continue. trying not to stammer, holding back an embarrassed wince. pouting softly, brows furrowed as your clammy hands twitch anxiously against his own. ”like... to the point where… it isn't normal.”

and then you wait. with bated breath, too embarrassed to look up, bottom lip tensing and softening between your teeth. dreading the explosive reaction he’ll undoubtedly give you.

… except it doesn’t come.

he’s not saying a word. nothing. the silence is so deafening you could cut it in half, lingering, festering in the air around you. all you hear is your own stupid, erratic little heartbeat — refusing to settle down. 

a couple painful moments pass, before you physically can't take it anymore.

as slowly as you can muster, your gaze travels upwards — from his lap to his chest to his exposed collarbone, until his face finally enters your field of vision. you can’t resist the temptation.

(why is he being so quiet? satoru is never quiet.)

you meet his gaze. or what you think is his gaze, anyhow, because you can’t see the way his eyes are squeezed shut. what you do notice is the twitch of his lips, quivering ever so slightly, as if unsure of which direction to go — and you know one of satoru’s sharp teeth must be biting down hard to keep them in place. his shoulders are shaking, only barely, and he breathes out sharply through his nose; in a desperate attempt to keep his promise.

desperately struggling to maintain his composure. 

he makes the mistake of opening his eyes, and all that effort goes down the drain. met with the sight of your flushed face, wide eyes, shining with embarrassment and disbelief. 

like a stack of cards blown over by the wind, satoru’s poker face crumbles. he fails to bite back the wide grin that breaks out across his lips, showing off the white of his teeth, and a soft bout of fresh laughter flows from out his lips.

you gape at him. 

then your brows furrow, harshly, and you choke on a scoff. with a start, you’re scrambling to stand up, tugging your hands away from his. 

”see?” you hiss, almost tripping over your own two feet as you shoot up from the couch. ”i told you! you're laughing!”

you sound so embarrassed he thinks he might cry.

satoru gives up. laughter reverberating throughout his entire body, deep and loud, from the very bottom of his gut — enough to have him clutching at his sides. that only makes you flush deeper, glare harder, and all he can think is that he wants to kiss you silly.

”you promised!”

”i’m —” he chokes on a sharp wheeze, one hand reaching out to keep you from leaving. ”i’m sorry, baby, i —”

but he only ends up doubling over. sputtering with laughter, feeling the leather of the couch meet his cheek. you turn away sharply, and he pulls himself up again. ”wait — sweetheart —” 

a fond chuckle rumbles through his chest, his long arms circling around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. caging you in. you struggle helplessly, trying desperately to break free, but it’s useless — he’s the strongest for a reason.

all you can do is writhe and grumble under your breath, inhaling a familiar scent of vanilla and musk. the fabric softener he uses puts your senses hopelessly at ease, but he’s still laughing — so you can’t help but kick and struggle seamlessly.

”let me go, satoru!”

said man chokes on another little laugh, shoulders shaking, tucking you so close he can feel the pitter patter of your heartbeat against his stomach. you’re so upset with him. but he can’t stop, can't reel it back in, and every weak punch to his chest and muffled protest just makes his composure feel more out of reach. he tried his best. 

he really, really did. 

he tried so hard not to laugh.

(”i think i love you too much.”)

god. just what is he supposed to do with you, huh?

”i’m sorry,” he grins, almost entirely out of breath. ”’m not doing it on purpose, you're just —” 

a sudden fit of giggles. 

"you're so cute.”

”satoru, it’s — not funny,” you whine, practically burning up. every single sound he makes buzzes in your ear. ”i’m serious. i —”

you squeeze your eyes shut. giving in, finally, allowing yourself to melt into his arms. limbs losing their feistiness. he delights in the sensation.

”you don't get it.”

it’s a whisper, muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but he hears it nonetheless. deep breaths, he reminds himself. it’s hard to take such an adorable confession seriously, but he tries. for whatever reason, you genuinely sound troubled. 

”wait, so you —” he bites back an amused breath, but can’t hide the palpable smile in his voice. ”you love me… too much?”

a groan. you hide away, nuzzling further into his chest; your safe harbour. 

”… i told you it was embarrassing.”

”it’s not,” he’s quick to console you. ”i’m just confused.” his palm glides across the back of your head, smoothing down your tousled hair, a grounding weight. he pats your head softly. ”i mean…” 

a deep inhale. his heartbeat finally settles into a calm rhythm, slow and steady, lungs flooding with oxygen. he breathes out through his nose.

”is that really such a bad thing?”

”it is.” a frown finds its way onto your lips. your reply is instantaneous. ”i don’t think it’s normal. i’m just…”

satoru listens. patiently, feeling your fingers grip onto the edges of his shirt — comforting yourself with the soft fabric. then you sigh.

”i don’t know. i just can’t, like…” you grapple for the right word, moving your hands haphazardly, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. ”comprehend how much i love you.”

satoru bites back a smile. 

(his heart flutters, flutters, flutters, like cherry blossoms on a windy spring morning.)

before he has the chance to, you part your lips again; speaking in a soft voice. resigned, he thinks. ”it’s just weird. it’s not exactly bad, but —” 

you bite down on your lip. 

”... it’s scary.”

a soft coo buzzes in your ear. satoru can’t help but pull you closer, closer still, smothering you in the warmth of his embrace. conveying what he knows will be too much for you to hear in words — what he knows he couldn’t convey in the language that you speak. you feel warm, still burning up a bit. like a little firefly. 

he isn’t faring much better, though; a vague heat blooming under the skin of his nape. smiling so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt.

(what on earth did he do to deserve you?)

a firm jaw settles on the top of your head. satoru parts his glossy lips, voice flowing out somewhat breathlessly, affectionate as can be. 

”don’t you think i feel exactly the same about you?”

his pulse trembles against you. when you strain your ears, you can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat, mingling with your own; still resounding in your ears. 

”… i dunno.”

satoru’s hold around you tightens, ever so slightly. something in the way he cradles you, strong arms around your waist, a low hum accompanying the light squeeze of his limbs. he can’t see your face, from this angle, but his pupils still flicker downwards — hungry for a glimpse of your expression.

then he smiles. 

”i’m terrified of you, y’know?”

you blink. once, then twice, eyelids fluttering. a moment of silence passes.

”… huh?”

”beyond terrified, actually,” his smile builds into a grin. ”i’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. no one scares me more than you do.”

satoru pulls away, just a little, just enough to finally get a good look at you. your eyes are brimming with confusion. a large palm goes to cradle your cheek, and he tilts his head — inhaling a breath.

”i love you so much that it hurts.”

…

a soft chuckle slips from out his lips, when he catches your flustered, wide-eyed stare. sneaking a hand towards the small of your back, leaning in to press a kiss against the apple of your cheek.

”i adore you,” he whispers, smooth syllables melting into a purr. you stiffen under his touch. his fingertips trace the lines of your jaw, lips trailing down to your neck, chaste and sweet as he nips at the sensitive skin. muttering under his breath. ”you have no idea.”

and you truly, truly don't. satoru doesn't think you even know the half of it. 

you can’t possibly know what you mean to him — that your very presence makes him forget who he is, what he has to be, a weight on his shoulders he grew used to long ago. you can’t possibly know that just the feeling of your hand in his makes the distance between you feel so inconsequential. 

you are the most precious thing in his life. he doesn't think you could ever understand the weight that sentiment carries — he wouldn't want you to. 

and here you are, so awfully worried, because you're too in love with him. he still can't help but grin. you’re so sweet, so silly. the words make him feel as if his heart is crumbling.

”… i can't believe you’re real sometimes.”

something tender rests under the whisper. something frighteningly sincere. it makes you feel a little like you’ve been sliced open. it’s raw, it’s heavy and light and it’s love. it’s satoru — all his little inconsistencies, and the stability beneath it all. 

and some part of you knows that he's telling the truth. that he understands your ridiculous little confession, your embarrassing worries. satoru understands. 

that alone is enough to quell the turmoil in your chest. 

(what he gives you is a love as boundless as the sky; one that covers everything you could ever be. unconditional.)

”so there’s no need to worry.” 

he pulls back, lips leaving your skin. you still feel their warmth linger. his shades have slipped down, barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, and you can see the blue of his eyes. they’re shining like jewels, soft around the edges. consumed by love.

”there’s no way you could ever love me as much as i love you.”

gazing into his eyes, as if hypnotized by their glow, your own gleam with a mesmerizing shine. glazed over with something sweet and wonderful, something satoru wants to burn into his retinas so he never forgets it. he wishes he could wring it out of you and put it in his pocket — but it looks prettier behind your cornea.

he savours the moment, slowly, until it abruptly ends.

with a second of pause, your brows draw together, forming into an irritated furrow. lips tugging downwards into a frown. ”that’s not true.”

satoru blinks. still smiling. 

”i love you way more,” you huff. petulant, almost, something soft and amused in your tone. he thinks the sound fits you more than anything; unburdened and stubborn.

(as charming as you are, though — this is one battle he refuses to lose.)

”nu-uh,” he pokes the tip of your nose, delighting in the soft flutter of your blinking eyelashes. ”i love you more. sorry, sweetie.”

a huff. ”you don't.”

”i do.”

”you don't."

this time, you're the one reaching out, the pad of your finger landing on the tip of satoru’s nose — teasingly trailing up to the bridge of it. his heartbeat stutters, but he feigns nonchalance, raising an unimpressed brow; eyes unknowingly gleaming with mirth. 

and mischief.

you barely have time to react. one moment you're seated on satoru’s lap, the next you're looking up at him with your back against the couch. he towers over you, keeping your hands pinned above your head with a single palm. 

a familiar chill runs down your spine.

”i do,” he grins, free hand reaching towards you. recognizing the danger of a situation you've been in more times than you can count, you try to squirm away — but you don't get very far.

satoru’s fingers ghost over your sides, and panic floods your wide eyes. 

even though you know exactly what’s about to happen, a yelp pushes past your lips when he begins to tickle you. mercilessly, fingers trailing over your most sensitive spots. all you can do is squirm, trying your damnedest to bite back the bout of laughter crawling up your throat —

but apparently neither of you are very good at that.

when the familiar cling of your laughter finally spills past your lips, flowing into satoru’s ears, his smile blooms into a grin. big and happy, childish in its innocence — not even attempting to hide his joy. his own giggles melt into your soft wheezes and desperate pleas, as you struggle to break free, straining against the firm hold he has on your wrists.

”i love you way, way, way more,” he continues to tease, halting his movement just enough to let you catch your breath. ”it’s not even close.”

even as giggles breathlessly spill from your lips, you manage a shake of your head. ”no, you —”

”wrong answer.”

he cuts you off with a smirk, and the torture starts anew. you can't get the words out, caught in your throat and muffled by a loud squeak, followed by forced laughter. satoru watches, in pure adoration, waiting for the moment you finally relent. 

it doesn’t take long.

”f — fine, fine!”

he stills. eyes crinkled, shades barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to keep going. if only so he can hear your melodic giggles.

”can’t we —” you struggle to catch your breath, words stuck between bouts of leftover laughter. cheeks flushed and chest heaving. ”just call it a tie?”

satoru pauses. he drags it out, exaggerated, building up suspense. eyes narrowing playfully. ”hmmm…” 

then he smiles. a soft, resigned little thing. 

”alright, alright.” he leans forward, keeping you in place. ”that works, i guess.”

his lips meet yours. soft and glossy, tasting of cherries, exhaling a pleased sigh against your mouth. you’re still panting a little, but he doesn’t seem to mind. slow to pull away, with a drawn out mwah, grinning boyishly down at your disheveled state. he lets your wrists go free.

an unimpressed look is all you give him, quick to melt into a soft chuckle. 

”well, that’s that.” you push yourself up with your elbows, fixing your tousled hair. ”now we can forget this ever happened.”

satoru raises a brow. 

”oh, i dunno about that,” he purrs, voice ripe with mischief. a teasing glint flashes in his eyes, as he scrutinizes you, and it’s enough to have your face heating up again. the sight makes him coo. ”you love me so much you can't comprehend it, huh?”

you blink. it takes a moment for your expression to shift, from bafflement to embarrassment — but he thinks it’s all worth it when it does. barely restraining the urge to kiss you again.

”satoru…”

a giggle leaves his lips. reaching a hand out, he pinches your cheek. ”you’re cute.”

with a roll of your eyes, you swat him away; unable to bite back a smile. “quit it.”

”aw.”

he looks so smug. you can’t help but want to bite back, somehow — so you muster up your most shit-eating grin, a distinctly teasing lilt coating your sugar-sweet voice. 

”you love me so much that it hurts, huh?”

satoru blinks.

endearment blooms, in the depths of his cerulean eyes. he watches you carefully, awfully amused — thinking to himself that he must be rubbing off on you. what a scary thought.

”yeah,” he breathes, a sigh laced with sincerity. cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand, settling on the option he knows will fluster you most. ”i do.”

this time, you’re the one who blinks. once, twice, before letting out a groan — slumping against his broad frame. satoru chuckles, breathlessly, consumed by you; by every move you make. all six of his eyes aimed directly at you.

(if he gives you the sky, then what you give him is a love as steady as the ocean; one that’ll drown every bit of his sadness. unyielding.)

”can’t you ever just let me win?” you mutter, breathing in his cologne and tugging at his shirt. pressed up against him, on his couch, safe and secure. right where you should be.

he noses at your neck, pressing a little kiss against your pulsepoint. a quiet, quiet offering at the altar of your soul. ”nope,” he hums, smiling cheekily. 

”i love you too much for that.”

[slvttyplum]

you know when your man asks you to get him a towel, and when you bring it to him, he drags you into the bathroom? that’s satoru.

he pulls that trick every single time, and you fall for it like an idiot. you almost got pregnant from him doing it.

you forget about it so often that when he does pull you into the bathroom, you curse yourself for forgetting.

the only thing saving him is the fact that he doesn’t do it every day and instead tries to wait it out for a week and try it again.

he thinks he’s so smart and clever that it pisses you off.

“babe… baby! i forgot to take the towels out of the dryer. can you bring me one?”

his ass didn’t forget shit; he purposely did that so that you could happily agree and bring him one, and you did just that.

went into the laundry room and pulled out a towel. you stopped in your tracks before knocking on the bathroom door because you felt as though you were forgetting something, but you knocked anyway.

once the door opened and you saw satoru with that mischievous smirk, it came back to you: he was a dirty, nasty, filthy liar.

you didn’t even have time to come to terms with it; he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the bathroom.

you can confidently say that the sex was good; he had your wrists pinned down and a hard dick going in and out of you with ease.

it was the mystery of whether he was going to pull you in or let you just give him the towel. he thought it was silly, but you hated that he tricked you.

sometimes he’ll just open the door widely to show you his dick and then pull you in, a yelp coming from your mouth every time.

“satoruuuuu!!”

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“Ahhaaa! Thhh, shtopp! T’oo fast…!!”

“Yeah, goin’ too fast? Hnnmm, shit…tell that to your hips.”

This is not how this day was supposed to go, but that’s what having a bully in your life is like, right?

Today was one of those days where you’d spend most of your leisure time studying and catching up on upcoming coursework before the weekend, savoring your free days to rest and do some light reading for Monday. So here you were, spending the Thursday evening at the library in a study room you reserved until closing time. Fingers are typing away on your keyboard, putting words to your Word document while taking pieces of your french fries to munch—your study snack from the dining hall. 

And everything was going swimmingly, feeling the groove of things operate accordingly while bumping to your music.

Until your eyes snap to the door opening, and they widen at the sight of the culprit. Snow white hair and round glasses, and your stomach drops. “G-Gojo?”

“Yo!” He chips with a smirk, stepping inside and closing the door with his heel. You could’ve sworn you locked that door, but you’re sure it is now after he does it for you. “I knew I saw you walking out from the dining hall; the nerd is all cooped up in the library. Whatcha up to?”

“I, umm,” your gaze moves to your Word document, not wanting to see Gojo walk to where you’re sitting at the rectangle table. “J-Just, getting ready for a group seminar tomorrow…Need my notes ready.”

The tall boy slides his backpack off and drops it to the chair on the side of the table. His closing the door blinds and striding back to you grows the unsettling feeling in your tummy. “Ehhh, notes? Must be bored.”

“Not really…” It’s challenging to channel your focus on something productive when you watch from your peripheral with every step he takes until he’s behind you. “Just need to answer four more questions, and then I’ll,” your body rigid when he places his hands on your shoulders—there’s no escape now. “…I’ll be done.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and puts his chin to your head. “Working so hard, huh?” He kneads your shoulders and travels down to your arms. “I think it’s about time you give yourself a break.”

“Gojo, please,” pleads teeter out your mouth, yet your futile attempt to stand is refuted.

“Whaaat? You gotta give yourself breaks, right?” He moves his face to your shoulder to whine. “Can’t help a friend relax for a bit from studying?”

You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t leave your lips—a moan is snuck out from his hands, finding your chest. Sneaking inside your shirt to cup and soft mounds behind your bra. “Nnnn, n-no, we can’t…not here—“

“Psshh, you’re no fun, baby,” he coos to your ear, tweaking a nipple for you to squeak. “It won’t be for long, promise. Besides,” you turn to him, his blue orbs seen better from the dark shades now that you’re closer. “No one knows better to care for you than me, right? C’mon, just five minutes, and I’ll go, ‘kay?”

Your stomach has not stopped contorting knots ever since you saw that door open, and now you’re in a dilemma you prayed wouldn’t happen today. Regardless, you only have to give him what he wants, and you can return to work. So, you swallow your pride and kiss him on his soft lips. 

“—Ohhhh, y-you said for fi—Iiiive minutes…!!”

“Hahhh, did I say that? Heh, must be bad with time.”

Deliberately making a supposed five-minute break turn into nearly thirty minutes isn’t terrible with time—just plain ignorant. 

Your laptop, course material, and Gojo’s shades are pushed further into the table, substituting them with your figure to be laid on the edge of the table surface. Your bottoms and panties were stripped to the ground with Gojo’s jeans, your sexes exposed and now joined in the union as he propels his hips to pound into your chasm. Your cunt was a mess, slick, and come mixed and collecting in a soapy ring with the back-and-forth motions of your junior bully. 

The walls of the library rooms aren’t the best, nearly paper-thin to hear convos from one room to the other. You bite your lips to try to conceal your cries, but the curve of Gojo’s dick poking your walls have you screaming silently. “Fuck, pretty girl,” he intentionally grinds his pelvis to your folds, the broken wails egging him on to tease you more. “Scared someone will come and find us, huh? Scardey-cat,” the hands to your wrists pull you in with every rut. 

“Gaaahh, Gojooohhh,” your brows sewn together after the stimulation of your G-spot is hit yet again. “I’m sens’tiveee, go sloooww!”

“Shiiiit, that’s kinda hard when you’re clenching me so hard,” he hisses with a sigh. “Pretty much asking for me to mess you up.”

You shake your head at the brush of his tip hitting your cervix. “Ahaaaa, ohhJesus,” tears well up in your eyes with another jab to your womb.

“Oh, is the lil’ nerd about to cry?” Gojo bends down to you while his hips keep working, his flushed face inches closer to yours, and he wipes a tear with a thumb. “Awww, don’t do that; don’t want people next door to see what’s up with you.” His thumb enters your mouth, your tongue tasting your salty tear.

You sob on his digit, licking his thumb, and more twitches of your vagina come from more grazes on your inner texture. “Nhhooh, ahhhmyGod, good, feels tew goood…!”

Gojo can feel it; you’re clasping onto his length way too much not to notice. He snickers, “Gonna cum, baby?” You nod hurriedly, and he brings his forehead onto yours. “Want me to help you with that?” Too enraptured that you don’t notice him sneaking his hand to your lower half and a pinch to your clitoris has you cry. “Shhh, shhh,” he coaxes to your ear, his thumb swiping on the bud as you sob in parts. “Go ahead, wring me out, you slutty crybaby.”

Another pinch, and you’re contracting around him hard. Your orgasm hits you right there, the hot feeling of your body is washed with a sharp cold that rattles your legs. Hands come and grip the back of Gojo’s long sleeve, your cunt flitting on him as your body jolts from pleasure.

Gojo hurries to pull out and stroke his cock, his seed spilling out to paint your messy slit with the come oozing out from your hole. He throws his head back in bliss. “Shit, that felt good.”

“I,” you are stuck in a daze, yet you try to communicate. “I have to…get back to studyinng.”

“You still have some of those pills from last time?” You nod slowly as he brings his briefs and jeans back on. “Good! Be right back; gonna get some wipes from the restroom.” He then leaves and closes the door on his way out, leaving you cold and helpless on the table surface.

And now you know. Note to self: lock the door whenever you study at the library.

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[nana-au]

𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄...

 𝜗𝜚 Satoru Gojo Prince AU ♡ part one

 𝜗𝜚 Summary: being raised as satoru's servant while also being his best friend has caused some trouble for the two of you. upon the arrival of satoru's first courting season, it becomes obvious he sees you as more than just a servant. more than just a friend. it becomes your responsibility to ensure satoru loses his feelings for you. or else yours and your family's entire livelihood is at stake. based off of this drabble

𝜗𝜚 Warnings: forbidden love, unspoken feelings, angst, rumors spread about reader, underlying anxiety (let me know if i missed any)

 𝜗𝜚 wc: 3,050

𝜗𝜚 an: this fic is based off of the 19th century, but is not entirely accurate. sorry if that is something that may bother you!

┊p1┊𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠... p2┊

It’s an hour after dawn when you arrive to wake up Satoru. Upon opening the door to his chambers, you see him wrapped up in a thin sheet, tufts of white hair poking out underneath it. The rest of his blankets and comforter are in a heap on the floor; the Prince favoring the light fabric during the summer months. You walk across his room to the large window overlooking the gardens, opening the curtains to let the bright sun assist you in waking him. You turn to him, expecting a groan from the sudden change of lighting, but he lays still. “Satoruuuuu,” you call sweetly to him and he still doesn’t stir. Once you reach his bed and start peeling away the single layer off his body to expose his bare chest, it is then he begins to awaken. “It’s time to break your fast, Satoru,” you hum to him. He scratches his chest, his nails dragging across the milky skin that you try your hardest not to look at for too long before turning his head into his pillow.

A muffled, “Not yet…” can barely be heard. You giggle at him, trying to take the pillow out from under his head. 

“You were supposed to be awake almost an hour ago, Satoru,” you tell him, finally freeing the pillow before using it to hit him. “Wake up Satoru, I’m being serious,” you tell him sternly, earning a smirk from the white haired Prince. 

“Five more minutes,” his hand goes to cover his eyes, attempting to return to the slowed natured breathing of sleep. 

“Absolutely not!” you climb into the bed with him, the realization of how inappropriate it is for you to join the Prince in bed crosses your mind as you try to peel his hands off his face. Your strength is no match for him as he simply turns his back to you and grabs a new pillow to rest his head under. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you watch him smugly lay there, knowing you couldn’t physically get him out of bed. You sigh, mumbling to yourself about how he might not find his favorite chocolate biscuits on his tray during tea time for a while when he shoots up in bed. Suddenly ready to take on his day. “I’ll see you at breakfast, Satoru,” you chuckle to him, and he shoots you a lazy smile. His eyes are a little puffy from sleep and his plump lips are chapped from a night with no water. His chest is a little red from where he scratched it, and you forbid yourself from following the direction of the scratches down to his taut stomach. The door of his bedroom closes behind you and you make your way to one of the private dining rooms. 

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The walk to the dining room is long and you are unable to keep your busy mind on track. For a while now your relationship with Satoru has caused conflicting feelings for you. Being the one to see him sleep so peacefully, being the one to wake him up - to see him adjust to the morning light, barely there but still smiling up at you…

Being the one who sees him to bed at night, per his request. He has you sit in his bed with him, something neither of you could ever tell someone else because of the implications that come with that action. But all he has you do is reminisce on simpler times with him. How catching the frogs in the garden was once the hardest thing he had to do in his day and that he missed horseback riding with you, begging you to join him again. It’s hard to lie when his blue eyes look up at you through his white lashes, but you continue to tell him you just grew past enjoying that. Choosing to protect him from the current reality you struggled with. His lip always curled into a little pout at the end of your conversations, and you would tuck the blankets into his sides and wish him a good night.

Everything between you two felt so wrong because the things that you both were forbidden to do felt so right. It was really no mystery to you, and as you both grew older and Satoru grew bolder, it wasn’t a mystery to anyone else either: Satoru felt more than just friendship for you. You think that is what you loved most about him. The fact he could never hide his feelings - lacking the ability to pretend to feel or be anything that he wasn’t. But all though you loved it,  it was causing a lot of problems for you. You were made aware of the King and Queen’s feelings on you and him being so close. They were unimpressed, but willing to ignore it as long as you focused on your duties and kept the Prince focused on his. But you and everyone around you knew the ice you were treading on was rapidly thinning. 

As you make your way closer to the dining room you shut away your feelings, the pressure of your role in his life becoming more apparent each day - unable to avoid the gossip among other servants and your parents' constant warning that the path you were walking would lead to a place you would regret finding. 

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Breakfast with Satoru went as it always went. He played around with his food while you walked him through the tasks he was expected to do for the day. 

“The Queen set up another dining etiquette lesson which you will attend soon after your meal,” you tell him and he scoffs, elbows digging into the table and the egg on his plate being flung onto the oak table. You grimace and continue, “You also have a lesson to brush you up on the politics of surrounding nations,” he responds by slurping his water loudly, piercing blue eyes staring at you with a bored expression. Clearing your throat you remind him he also has fencing lessons and two hours of horseback riding to look forward to and he finally flashes you his award winning smile. 

“Now you’re saying what I wanted to hear,” he still has his eyes on you, looking at you with adoration and something else you couldn’t place. You squirmed under his watchful eyes, muttering about how he needs to finish breakfast and get cleaned up for the day. 

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While Satoru sits through his lessons, you busy yourself in the laundry room, cleaning his sheets so that they are ready by the time he enters his chambers for the night. The repetitive motion of scrubbing the wet laundry against itself to work up any dirt did little to distract you from the whispers of other servants who were obviously talking about you. You wanted badly to scoff and tell them to find some new drama to busy their mouths with - but you knew it would do nothing but fuel the gossip so you steeled your face and kept focused on your tasks. It was obviously no secret to anybody in the Gojo estate that you two were closer than what was allowed. You could hardly even blame them for finding such enjoyment from the drama that was unraveling slowly but surely. Being a servant was hardly an entertaining job. You originally found yourself lucky you had Satoru to keep you entertained - but that was quickly biting you in the behind. 

All though everyone else around you couldn’t stop talking about it; Satoru and you never uttered a word about the subject of their rumors. It left a sour taste on your tongue to imagine actually acknowledging out loud that you were aware of what was transpiring, and Satoru couldn’t care less what anyone had to say about him and you. It was better left unsaid between the both of you, you thought to yourself. 

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Once laundry was done you made your way out into the field where Satoru was practicing fencing with his teacher. You balanced a full cup of water in your hand as you made your way closer and closer to the two men taking jabs at each other, being careful not to spill a drop. The sun beat down on you and the birds chirped between the sounds of their swords thwacking against each other’s. You waited patiently for them to finish their sparring. You were in awe each time you saw Satoru do something that wasn’t entirely included in his princely responsibilities. Sure, fencing was something all Princes were taught to do; but it was far from a requirement to rule an entire nation of people. He came alive when it was just him and the outdoors. Away from the stuffy classrooms and the boring talk of what was expected of him and where his place was in the world. He didn’t regard being a Prince as a privilege but as a tedious title thrown onto him because of who he was born to. Satoru despised his role in the world, but having activities to keep his mind engaged temporarily lessened his growing anger as his responsibilities piled on his shoulders. He wondered if Atlas ever considered giving up and letting the heavens squash him dead. 

The tip of his blade touches his teacher’s chest, scoring his final point and causing his lips to turn into a wide smile. He’s breathless when he notices you, walking up with the confidence of a God before peeling his mask off his head. He’s sweaty and breathless, leaning in close to your face. You can feel the heat radiating off his body from how close he managed to get, a bead of sweat dripping from his hairline as he takes the cup from you. “Thank you,” he manages to tell you between heaving breaths. You can’t fight the quiver it causes you. 

He downs the cup, the remnants dripping out from the corner of his mouth and sliding down his defined jaw and trailing down his neck - making it impossible to avoid the bobbing of his throat with each gulp he takes. Your blush is red hot, suddenly finding the blades of grass incredibly interesting until he speaks up. 

“Walk me to the stables?”

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As you escort him to the stables your father is in charge of, your hands brush against each other while you match each other’s steps. You're both stuck in comfortable silence, listening to the soft trickling of a far away fountain and watching as two butterflies race in front of each other. Their wings flutter as they surround each other, colliding with one another as they circle around the other, before taking off into the greenery ahead. You look up upon feeling a pair of eyes on yours - Satoru smiles once your eyes reach his. Your face flushes only causing him to grin at you as you desperately try to find an interesting topic to talk about. “H-how were your lessons?” you inquire. 

His head shakes at you, laughing to himself before he answers you, “fine”. The answer is dull and void of any details but you struggle to find the correct words to pry. Your fingers bump into his again and you bring your hand up to cough into it. You don’t have to look at Satoru to know he is smiling at you like he always does when you’re flustered. Typically you would call him out for it, and he would flirtatiously respond back that he just can’t help it. But you don’t call him out and he doesn’t respond back. If he was aware of the conflict in your features he doesn’t mention it. You walk in silence again until the stables come into view.

𝜗𝜚

You greet your father upon entering the large open doors where he is quick to bow. “Prince Gojo, good afternoon,” Satoru nods in acknowledgement and the other stablehands begin to saddle up his favorite horse. He watches as your father says hello to you, his eyes wary noticing you with the Prince. It was your job as his personal servant to follow him around of course, but tensions had been high recently. Any time the two of you were alone was a cause of concern in his book. “Daughter,” he smiles at you, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Your father was a burly man from years of being in charge of the stables and taking care of the horses. His beard was unkempt and his face was a little dirty, but with one look at him there was no denying he was your father. You two shared the same eye and hair color, you both thought long and hard before you spoke, and you both were prone to nervous habits like biting your nails. Satoru wondered what it would be like to have a parent worth inheriting from. 

The stablehands brought his horse out, the white stallion whinnying upon seeing the Prince. Satoru greets him warmly, brushing his hands across its muzzle, “Hey boy,” he calls to him sweetly, continuing to run his hand across its back as he prepares himself to jump into the saddle. He pauses though, eyes deep in thought and you almost ask him what's wrong before he speaks up. “Get her a horse, please,” he tells one of the men who brought out his horse and you instantly perk up. 

“Prince Gojo,” you address him formally in front of your father, “I really must get back to prepare for dinner.”

“As your Prince,” he says, making it a point to emphasize the label he hates you using, “I’m asking you to ride with me,” he turns to direct the stablehands, “Saddle up a horse quickly please.” Your father is anything but impressed, but he nods when his staff check with him for permission. It’s subtle and no one would ever admit to disobeying the Prince, but they felt the need to check for his reassurance. He didn’t just demand respect, your father earned it. 

You fiddle with your fingers, mumbling about how it really wasn’t a good idea but once Satoru got started on something he wouldn’t stop until it happened. You sigh as they bring out a stunning black mare, saddled up and ready for you to ride. Satoru notices your hesitation to pull yourself up, making his way over to you and grabbing your hips abruptly. His slender fingers squeeze the flowy fabric of your uniform tight against your sides before lifting you up into the saddle. He patted your mare once you got situated and made his way back into his own saddle, completely unaware of how dead silent the stables became. Your father was shaking his head and the other men were rendered speechless watching you follow the Prince out into the open fields. 

𝜗𝜚

Riding with Satoru was a different kind of freedom. The feeling of the wind flowing through your hair, the sound of boisterous laughter as Satoru led you into his favorite part of the forest; dodging twigs that stuck out from the trees as you raced after him. Your mare’s hooves thundered down on the forest floor, the steady thump thump thump causing your heart to beat along with its rhythm. “I thought you said you didn’t like riding anymore?” he teased you as your melodious laughter filled the open air. He kept looking back at you, trusting his horse to guide him safely while he couldn’t help but watch you and the unfiltered joy you let out, causing his heart to flutter and mouth to dry. Satoru wasn’t one to reflect too hard on his emotions - recognizing it would drive him mad to ponder on complicated things like his feelings. But watching you was different. He didn’t feel the need to label what he felt. He just allowed himself to feel.

Because with you it was easy… or hard. Easy because his feelings were so featherlight; devoid of their usual drag against his heavy heart. But hard because he could feel you slowly pulling away from him.

You couldn’t stop the buzzing of your body from how good the adrenaline rush felt. How good it felt to be away from other’s wandering eyes - waiting for you to make a mistake you nor your family could come back from. It was bliss. Spending time with Satoru was bliss. 

𝜗𝜚

The two of you had stopped in a grassy knoll upon a hill farther up the Gojo’s land where people rarely visited. Your horses busied themselves with a nearby stream, lapping up the clear water as you and the prince laid side by side in the knoll. Your eyes busied themselves with the fluffy white clouds in the sky, focusing on the feeling of the grass licking at your skin. Satoru’s eyes watched you as you watched the sky, trying not to pout at the feeling of you admiring a different color blue than his own. His heart tugged and he willed it to focus on the peacefulness of laying by your side. Morning doves cooed in the distance and the summer breeze swept away the uneasiness that tried to bury itself into your skin. “I wish we could lay here forever,” you commented after minutes of silence. Satoru huffed out in agreement. 

“Turn towards me,” he begged, the words barely loud enough to break through the sounds of nature. You weren’t used to Satoru being so soft spoken, quickly turning to lay on your side to meet his face. His eyes scan your features for a minute, before he breaks the silence again,  “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you simply, tucking away a strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart lurches and your stomach drops as his thumb touches your bottom lip, playing with the plush skin. 

Against everything in your body telling you to close your eyes and melt into his touch you sit up abruptly, clearing your throat and softly muttering about how dinner would be ready soon. As you go and fetch both of your horses, Satoru buries his head in between the long blades of grass, not bothering to fight back a childish groan.

┊p1┊𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠... p2┊

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@teddybeartoji @staryukis @dollsuguru @hayakawalove

stsg convenience store au!!

ignore my inconsistent coloring plz <\3

[arsheyee]

JJK BOYS CAUGHT YOU IN THE “ACT”

Hi long time no see…. This is my second multiple JJK men in one writing…. Hope you all enjoy it ✌️💕. It turned out to be little long… I got carried away 😅😅😅

You check out my first post on JJK MEN AND KINKS AND PLAYS

Synopsis: You are home alone and your boyfriend wasn’t supposed to arrive until the day he told you. You just could take it anymore and decided to release some of the sexual tension. Everything was fine until he walks in to surprise you by coming early. How will JJK men react seeing you masturbating??….

Warnings ⚠️: female masturbating, interrupted masturbating, orgasm denial, spanking, P in the V… (lol I forgot at this point…😶 tbh I wrote this intro after writing the whole text)

Paring: Gojo x fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader, Nanami x fem!reader, Toji x fem!reader (individual pairing)

Ok that is enjoy ☺️

No minors from this point 🔞🔞🔞🔞

Gojo Satoru

Your hands reach to grab the cool satin sheets as you are sprawled on the bed. Your body heat is rising and sweat trickled don your forehead. You rest your forehead on the fluffy pillow. You pushed your fingers deeper inside of yourself, panting and rubbing your spot just right as you could feel yourself becoming slowly reaching your orgasm by the minute.

Your thoughts drift to the dirty and naughty things you and Satoru do.

You curl up your fingers up your gummy walls to find your g-spot. You rapidly sliding in and out of your dripping sex. You want to feel his lips on your body. Your hands want to grip his shoulders. You miss him plunging your tight cunt. As he fucked you senseless in his bed.

You quickened your pace setting your wrist in a rhythm. You clench your thighs together wanting your orgasm to last a little longer.

You were knuckle deep inside of yourself, pumping up against the roof of your pussy while your thumb worked your swollen bud mercilessly, trying desperately to coax out the mind blowing orgasm you could feel growing deep inside of your core, crying out, “Satoru! Satoru! Gojo Satoruuuuu!”

As you are about to reach your long awaited orgasm, the bedroom door snapped open.

You jerked your head up from the pillow and see Gojo leaning against the doorframe with a smirk branded on his face. “Yes darling?” He said in the most smug voice.

“Satoru! You I umm when did you come back from the mission?”you stuttered trying to change the topic. You wiped the sweat off your upper lip.

Gojo leaned there on to the doorframe and admired your position in front of him; fingers knuckle deep inside of your dripping pussy, legs spread out wide for you to get just the right angles.

“Screaming out my name, huh? You just couldn’t wait for me to get home to fuck that pussy of yours? You are so selfish baby.” He silky said walking over to you. Each step slow and agonising. You averted your eyes away from him.

He hooked a finger under your chin and kissed you. His long slender fingers slip inside you finding that sweet spot instantly. He rubbed up against it making you squirm around.

“Please Toru please I need you I can’t take it anymore” you whined and begged for him to fuck you senselessly.

You moaned out loudly it echoed on the walls of the bedroom.

He scissored his fingers inside your dripping cunt. His thumb slowly rubbed against your clit sending electric shocks that made your mouth hang open. Nothing came out no sound, no whines nothing.

“Come on baby I’ll help you get off. You wanted to cum so badly not having me around now what happened? Cat’s got your tongue?” He teased seeing that you can’t coherently function.

With that, his fingers pressed deeper inside of your walls, resisting the way your walls tried to push him out because you were about to cum on his fingers alone. “Say my name again,”

Your thigh snap shut and you clench your nerdy pussy around his as you cum for him.

“Toru I am cumming” you scream.

Gojo smirked at you as he pulled his fingers from you, licking them not breaking eye contact with you, “I hope you’re ready for my dick baby, because the night is still young.”

Geto Suguru

You were in a very compromising position as your legs hang off the side of the bed, your fingers pushed tightly inside of you to reach those spots that needed to be reached in order for the perfect orgasm, legs spread out to angles you weren’t even sure you could put them through.

Why was this a “difficult” position you were in? Because Geto, had some business to take care off and had left you alone in the house for three weeks straight. He wasn’t supposed to arrive until till the next weekend. But he was there, standing in the door. He had strictly told you not to play with yourself because he loved to how tight you felt after going a long while without anything inside you. And you being well you decided to give in to your selfish desires and deny him the pleasure of having your tight cunt. Too bad.

He glared at you standing at the door with his arms crossed clearly pissed you disobeyed him and ignored everything that he had instructed you not to do.

You whimper looking at him pulling out your fingers from your pussy. Your juices coated your fingers and the sheets. You say up looking at him. Before you could explain yourself, you heard him sigh as he put down his hands and the closed door, making his way over to you as he loosened his belt in the process, eyes fixed on you.

He dampened his lips by running his tongue over them. His eyes focused on your dripping cunt and your thighs as they quiver. Suguru approached you, standing in front of you as he lifted your chin up with so much as a soft finger placed underneath your chin, looking at your almost fucked out face with a smirk, “Let daddy take care of you now.”

Confused, you looked up at him with a questions in your head, but couldn’t help but to see the bulge that grew steadily, forming a dent on his pants.

You tried to reach out and grab at his belt, but Geto stopped you, grabbing your wrists, “I said, let daddy take care of you.”

You let your hands fall to the side. Geto loosened his belt all the way, pushing his boxers and pants to the floor as he allowed his throbbing cock to spring free. The sight alone caused another mini-orgasm to rush out of your pussy and drip underneath you, your pussy begging to be filled with his cock that always satisfies your needy and greedy pussy.

You were definitely sure that Geto is going to punish you because you broke the deal you both had not to touch yourself. You anticipated to what he will do next.

Geto showed no mercy as he pumped himself into you, your hands go to grip his shoulders. He takes your wrists and pins them above with one hand you drawing back fully to get the deepest strokes he could. His hand gripped loosely around your neck, cutting off the air supply to your brain to allow yourself to be placed in a lucid state that intensified your high as you got close to your release. “Sugu, I’m s-so close.,”

He quickens his pace to make you reach your orgasm.

“Yes! Yes yesss!” You yelled as you began clenching around him. He could tell you were almost about to get your orgasm.

Geto smiled down at you through his harsh strokes, nodding at your comment as he began to slow down his pace, to deny you of your orgasm.

He pulled out of you as he felt the initial tightening of your walls around his throbbing cock, watching as your face turned to shock and anger at the emptiness your pussy felt. “W-What in the?” You say frustrated , breathing heavily as you could feel the intense feeling of pleasure knotting painfully in your cunt.

“I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone, and this is what happens when you do. I got all night long to punish you”. He smirked.

Fushiguro Toji

“Fuck,” You grunted lowly to yourself as you pressed your favorite toy closer to your clit, feeling it pulse wildly against the most sensitive part of you, hoping to hurry up with the orgasm you just needed to have after waiting weeks for your release.

Toji had been busy with the a new assignment and you weren’t one to hinder him on anything, assuring him you would be fine.

But you weren’t fine. In reality you were actually everything but fine. You missed him. His eyes, his snarky remarks but most of all you missed how deep he would fill you up. To the brim.

Missing the feeling of having him deep inside of you as he would choke you slightly, begging you to call out his name in the fit of passion you two would have for hours on end. Those dirty thoughts circled in your mind as you pushed the bullet vibrator closer on your clit, finding that special point to force a squeaky moan out from within, “Toji! Oh god, Toji baby I miss you!”

“Oh fuck I am cumming for you” you moan as your body convulsed as the toy helped you reach your orgasm. You cum instantly, flopping down on the bed with your forearm on your sweaty forehead as you panted how much you missed your boyfriend.

You are startled by the sudden opening of the door. You threw the toy to the side of the room, snapping your legs shut on the bed if it happened to be an intruder since you weren’t expecting anyone.

“Wha- Toji? I thought you weren’t coming back until Tuesday…” you panted. He said nothing to you as he walked briskly over to you, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to your feet, glaring into your eyes.

He sat down at the edge of the bed. He pulled you with force to bend you across his knee. He rested his palm on your plump bare ass. You gulped down. He was definitely going to punish you for masturbating when he told you not to.

He looked down at you squirming around knowing that what punishment naughty girls get when they don’t listen.

His hand drew back as far as he could muster, swiftly coming in contact with your ass as it connected to your plump ass, leaving a stinging pain in your backside as it recoiled, “I thought I told you not to touch yourself until I got back. I should’ve known better that my beautiful little slut couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Count five spanks”

“One” you started counted your eyes glassy

“Ah- ahh tw-ahh two” it felt electric you couldn’t stop moaning as he spanked you.

“Thr-three”

“Ungh four ahh”

“Mnph-five”

Toji’s hand caress the now stinging flesh, feeling the growing warmth against his hand as you began to whimper at him, silently begging that he would give you the mercy of a short punishment.

“Are you going to be good and wait the next time I go out on my assignment? Or you are going to be naughty and touch my pussy?” He darkly chuckled seeing tears fill up in your eyes.

“I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

Nanami Kento

“Mnfp-Kento oh Kento” you silently moaned as you pushed the small bullet vibrator inside you as you humped the pillow. His pillow. You wore his shirt and smelled it as you humped the soft material. Your juices seeping into the pillow. As you grind on the pillow, your movements became fast and erratic. You want your boyfriend to fill you up, run your clit. He was working overtime as always and he was definitely going to be late.

You aggressively rubbed your clit on the pillow, wanting to reach that moment of bliss.

“Urgh-fuck” you tried to angle yourself to find that spot but you couldn’t. You never could. But Nanami he would find it in an instant with his thick finger. He would always find your g-spot the minute you two engaged in sexual activities, even if he were drunk.

He could always pull you into euphoria whenever he got the chance, both with his dick and his tongue.

“Fuck yes almost thereeee” you flipped on your back bucking your hips up into the toy. As you were in the middle of trying to get your release you felt the toy being pulled out. You jolted your head up confused, if it slipped out?

Instead, you were greeted with Nanami’s blonde haired head in between your legs, ripping the toy out of you and forcing it over to the side. “Kento!” You cried out gleefully as you wiped the sweat off of your forehead, feeling how hot your face had gotten and sensing that if you had that toy in you a little bit longer without ant interruption, you surely would’ve felt the ecstasy begging to be unraveled from your pussy. Nanami finally looked up at you from your thighs, his eyes filled with hunger as his lips were mere centimeters from your screaming heat, lips forming a devilish grin as the air he breathed out from his nose hit your exposed clit, you shuddering even though he wasn’t even touching you, “Miss me, sweetheart?”

You hid your face in your palms feeling a mix of relief that he is here and embarrassed that he caught you like this.

Namami’s eyes flicked from your lips down to your wet pussy lips, licking his lips as he brought his face down, nestling his cheeks in between your thighs as you pressed them together to trap him where you needed him most. You could feel his smirk from the thighs touching his cheeks as he licked a large strip of your pussy, the juices flowing out of you covering his taste buds as he relished in your taste. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he plunged his tongue deeper into your cunt, his pressing onto your already throbbing and oversensitive clit from your previous “actions”, your legs shaking in his palms as he continued to squeeze your perky nipples.

“Kento fuck!” You cried out as your hands held onto a good grip on his hair that wrapped around your fingers from your constant guiding of his head to this spot and that spot, thighs quaking underneath his touch. Nanami didn’t stop his movements as his tongue flicked mercilessly at your pulsing clit, taking it into his mouth to feel it in all of its glory as it pulsed uncontrollably from the orgasm you were currently feeling. You could feel your legs beginning to give out as Hoseok pushed his tongue into you, exploring every part of your slick cavern with his talented tongue, moaning uncontrollably as a response. As your legs finally gave out underneath his touch, Nanami pulled his already hard dick out for you, giving you one last lick from the bottom to the top as he stared into your eyes, chin glistening with your cum, “I’ve missed you too.”

[aajjks]

Gojo Saturo as your Boyfriend (m)

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY DADDY I LOVE YOU SATORUUUUU

warnings. MËNTÏÖNS ÖF SĒX, swêêt göjö, lövěsïck göjö, mèntïöns öf jêâlöüsy.

having THEE gojo satoru as your boyfriend is an experience of lifetime for sure, it’s a whole fucking adventure.

And he’s not the typical type of a boyfriend, nah. He is satoru after all. He is hot and he knows that.

He’s a man who knows what he wants, and what he wants is you. So he is going to be very straightforward, of course he’s a confident man and he knows that he can charm you.

Who can resist that smile of his?

Truth is that Gojo will cherish you a lot, he is a very passionate lover, very sweet but cocky.

He will worship the ground you walk on but he is also very secure in himself.

He’s the type to notice the little things. He will definitely remember your birthday, your one month anniversary together, the day you both held hands for the first time and he’s really sneaky about it too.

Like he will play dumb infront of you, he would pretend like he has NO clue to what you’re talking about inside, he knows.

And he’s got a whole plan in his mind.

He just loves to surprise you.

He is the type to say you’re cute and he will compliment you on the most random of times. “Toru… hmm the food is good..” you’ll say while focusing on your food and he’s already staring at you.

“You’re so pretty yn.” WHILE YOU ARE LITERALLY EATING YOUR FOOD IN YOUR PYJAMAS.

And HIS EYES OH MY GOD.

They ARE MAGIC.

“Yn do you like my eyes?” See, he is a SUCKER for giving compliments and RECEIVING them too. And he’s not even shy to seek validation or attention from you.

He’s like tinkerbell you have to give him your attention or he’ll die.

“Yn oh my God yn give me your attention already, I feel like I’m suffocating.” He’d whine…. With his eyes all wide avd round, his lips curled up in a pout.

He’s is a baby in a man’s body sometimes.

He is a big sucker for cuddles, his hands will be all over your body, squeezing your skin, peppering butterfly kisses.

And he’s not shy to show you affection or how much he’s missed you. He’s the type to gush and brag about you to his friends x

And now when it comes to him being jealous, he’s often jealous, but harmless like pouting avd sulking if you sing give him attention or priorities your work over him

But when it comes to you receiving attention from people other than him… that bothers him.

“Hmm ynnnn… you are mine yeah?” His aura would shift completely cus he’s mostly cheery add cocky, annoying or affectionate.

But there are times where he’d just… feel threatened, you are everything to him and he doesn’t want to loose you.

And he makes that obvious through sex.

Your body is a temple and he’s going to worship it like his life depends on it.

Your pleasure = his pleasure.

Gojo Satoru is an addict, he can fuck you forever, he can eat you out forever. He can die between your legs.

And he even hopes that he will.

Gojo can be very rough, if frustrated, or jealous.

He will mark your body up, and he will cum in you raw, he will pull on your hair and will ask you to dig your nails into his back.

He’s an aggressive kisser, all teeth and tongue.

And he’s the type to smile in between kisses.

SEDUCTION MASTER. He will mostly be the one to initiate sex, he can’t sleep? Cockwarm him. you can’t sleep? He’s going to fuck you with his fingers.

He will love for you to check him out, he loves to know from your mouth just how desirable or and pretty he is.

CHECK HIM OUUUTTT

In short saturo is a great lover and a lovesick puppy. He will cherish you a lot.

[ithinktheyloveme]

Baby, I Fall Inlove Every Summertime

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Sunsets at the beach with Satoru

ᯓ★ Gojo Satoru x g/n reader

ᯓ★ cheesy fluff!!

ᯓ★ wc : 740~

a/n : been rewatching some 2000s romcoms recently, so this is gonna b rly cheesy and ironic hehe enjoy.

A beautiful symphony of waves gently crash into eachother, birds sing into the hazy orange hues of the sky, yet all you can focus on is your stupidly pretty boyfriend. You look down to see the strongest sorcerer, the Gojo Satoru, reduced to a fluffy heep, laying comfortably on your stomach. Most of the beach-goers have already settled, either already gone, or packing up, leaving the scenery feeling perfectly intimate. You peak at the silly manga Gojo's reading and card your hand through his milky white tussle of hair, feeling each soft strand slipping in between your fingers.

"What's wrong, sweets?" He asked while reaching out to your hand, his eyes lighting up with a playful glint. You chuckle at the feeling of his tender touch and continue brushing through his hair, "it's nothing...just wondering how the hell you can get this kind of hair using crusty 3 in 1 shampoo." Gojo abruptly drops his manga and pouts, looking up at you "Heyyy! It's not my fault I'm so perfect and—ouch!" He gasps as a flick lands on his forehead, cutting off his cocky ramblings.

You blink at him, speechless.

From this angle, you can see the warm glow of the setting sun illuminating his heavenly blue irises in the just the right ways. You think you might get hypnotized if you stare too much.

He suddenly cups your face with his hands, snapping you out of your trance. Gojo's hands are warm on your cheeks, though still wrinkly from your previous beach endeavors. His blown out pupils dialate even more as he inches closer. "You know," he murmurs, "I could get used to this whole 'admiring' thing, since you're always sooooo mean to poor old me." He drags out his syllables like a fussy kitten clawing for your attention.

“Owwww!” he whines, feigning hurt as you land yet another soft flick to his poor forehead. "You're such a freakazoid, Satoruuuuu!" you whine, trying to push him away. His hold on your face doesn't falter, now squishing your cheeks together. "But I'm yooouuuuur freakazoid, baby," he says, mushing your face against his palms. "Sato—" you struggle to utter his name. "Ruuu—". He abruptly stops his devillish ministrations, "Yesssss, baby? he chimes in a sickeningly saccharine tone.

Just as you're about to retort, Gojo leans impossibly closer to you, as if observing every inch of your pretty face. His mischievous grin never faltering, but theres a new formed intimacy in the air. And for a moment, everything around you seems to disappear--just the two of you, sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, the faint scent of salty air, and his handsome face perfectly enveloped in a warm orange glow. In his intense eyes, you see pools of celestia, vast and endless. His pale blue irises speckled with silvers of stardust and glimmer, swirling in his eyes. They hold the quiet majesty of the heavens, as though the very essence of the universe were poured into him.

You can feel the comforting weight of his body, along with the intoxicating warmth of his breath on your skin, contrasting the cold gusts of wind. A swelling feeling builds up from inside of you, softly squishing your chest. You divert from his gaze to fight your sudden wave of nervousness.

"Hey, eyes on me, pretty," he coos, his voice low and tender as he softly directs your face towards him. "What? Do I make you nervous or something?". You feel the bubbling warmth in your chest quickly rise to your face, now blushing at his bold advances. His teasing demeaner is still present, but now you see a glint of something else. "Cat got your tongue huh? What is it you were gonna tell me, baby?".

You shift your position to sit up, his head now laying on your plush lap. His words hung in the air, the tension felt ten folds thicker. Your heart was beating out of your chest, following the rhythm of his, as if mending together into one.

And suddenly, without thinking, without hesitation, you kiss him.

You feel his soft lips caress yours as he melts into you. He rests his hand on your face and holds you like porcelain, as if you're the most delicate thing in the world. The feeling in your chest intensifies with every touch, intoxicating you. 

And the world fades into the backround, leaving only you and Gojo.

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

[wonderthor]

idk why these nasty thoughts come to me in the middle of homework induced stress but … being married to college professor gojo?

-

you’re beyond frustrated.

your husband had you sitting on his insanely hard cock for the past hour. you weren’t sure how he was able to manage but there he was, sitting up in his office chair grading papers while you were spread on his lap, huffing and puffing and squirming for relief.

he was so immersed that it seemed that nothing was bothering him, only concerned about making the grading deadline that was about to come to pass in less than 20 minutes. he didn’t even bother to take off his white dress shirt and his black dress pants, his sunglasses still over his sensitive eyes to block the glare from the computer screen.

he didn’t seem to care that your juices were ruining his pants and that you were trying to oh so softly grind against him and sink down on him even deeper. not until you ground a bit too hard.

“hang on a second baby, i’m almost done okay?”

he brushed his hand over your head and stilled your hips as he spoke. his voice was so soft and unbothered, you wondered if he even felt your cunt around him at all. it made you angrier and needier for whatever reason and you ground down on him again, a bit harder this time.

his focused eyes stayed on the screen as he whispered, “i wonder why my students even use the word consequently when they don’t even know how to use it right.”

“satoruuuuu”. you huffed and moaned out in annoyance, digging your nails in his pants.

he laughed, your frustration bringing him amusement. “i know baby i know, i’m almost done okay? i promise. this is the last one and then i’ll let you have it, can you just wait a little longer for me?”

you nodded and he hugged his arms around you, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“good girl”

you straightened up at that as he turned his attention back to his computer. he whispered more nonsense to himself as he read and typed, somehow soothing you and firing you up at the same time. you looked over at his bright eyes glowing in focus, getting lost in them before he slammed his laptop closed, making you jump a bit.

he leaned back in the chair and sighed, a smile on his face. he turned you around in his lap to face him, making you clench around him a bit.

“alright baby”

he slapped his hand against your ass, his wedding band causing a slight sting even through your panties.

“go ahead, take it”

[lemonmaid]

Imagine bassist Shoko

Fem reader, pick me friend. This does NOT contain lyrics, I kinda cringe at song fics.

Imagine going to a sad bar on the edge of town with your friend and meeting a super hot bassist.

"This place looks like a dumpster fire...." You cringed, "and smells like one".

Your friend rolled her eyes, "Listen I understand but there's this band-"

"Oh god".

"Just shush!!! Listen, I went here on a date with a guy and these guys were playing and they aren't that bad! To be honest the singer is kinda cute-".

"So we are supporting a small band based on their looks?".

"No! They are acually really good!!".

"What's their name then?".

"....".

You sighed. Not want to argue anymore but also grimacing at the disgusting outer outside interior. "I'm sorry (Friend's name) but this literally looks like we are about to be sold meth".

Your friend rolled her eyes before opening the door to the bar. Now, it wasn't so bad, the stairs down into the small basement; there was a small bar in the corner, then a "stage" on the otherside of the wall.

"There's my number one fan!".

You both turn around to see a tall white haired man, he was... hot but there was a vibe that gave 'I will literally suck you dry, mentally and physically'. You smiled awkwardly, while your friend gave the guy a crushing hug.

"Of course!!! I told you I wouldn't a miss a show silly! I lovvvvveeeee y'alls single Satoruuuuu~".

'Gross' you thought.

"Ah first name basis already? Wow this was is different Satoru".

You made eye contact with a longed hair, pierced face man. He gave you a small smile then re focus his attention to Satoru.

Your friend made a face, "oh of course we are on a first name basis!!! He said the next song he'll write will be about me!".

Satoru rubbed his neck, giving his friend a cheeky smile while he in return was given an eyebrowed look.

"What's our next song about?".

Coming down the stairs with equipment in hand, was a beautiful, brown headed and brown eyed woman. Now, you were the type to be into people that were in a band but Jesus, talk about a tall glass of water.

Satoru laughed, "oh you thinking and throwing some ideas around..... thanks for grabbing the stuff Shoko!".

Shoko nodded, she then made her way towards the stage.

You kinda looked around, noticing how empty everything was, "uhhh I thought this was a concert or a performanc".

Suguru and Satoru stared at you, before Suguru coughing, "oh.... we are just planning on rehearsing tonight, SOMEONE, can't figure out an "adjective"...".

Satoru dramatically sighed, "it's a form of ART, this takes time.... Greece wasn't made in a day".

"But it was almost destroyed in a day" You mumbled.

You heard Shoko snickered behind you, your face turned a small hint of red.

Suguru stared at you and your friend, "So.... you wanna help us set up..... and give us a feedback?".

(Friend's name)'s eyes light up and immediately grab Satoru's guitar and bringing it to the stage leaving, three boxes to Suguru.

Shoko sighed but smiled softly at you while you help grabbed the cording and speakers, "let me guess... you were dragged to this?"..

You chuckled, "how could you tell?".

"You look fed up".

You looked back at your friend who was hanging off Satoru's arm, "kinda, I was expecting a show.... not being techie, but can't complain".

Shoko hummed, "Well" looking at your friend, "Let's hope she lasts".

You raised your eyebrow, "what do you mean?".

"Satoru is a slut".

If you could spit out water, you would. Your jaw dropped, "I mean... I got the vibe but I didn't-".

"Oh yeah no, his 'art' is just tickling other people's chords while he can barley raise his".

You started laughing.

"Do you really think... that guy can write a song? You should thank his ghostwriter Suguru".

You laughed harder.

"What are you two ladies talking about?"..

Satoru came up behind both of you, wrapping his arms between you, "can I know what's so funny?".

Shoko rolled her eyes, "thinking about taking a smoke break, you in....sorry I never got your name?"

"(Name)".

Shoko hummed, "Well (Name)... help me find a lighter in the van?".

Going outside, Shoko opens the back door of the van, inviting you inside.

The inside wasn't what you were expecting, it was an older model for sure, seating around the windows, red rugging, alot of red.

"Cozy".

She hummed. Grabbing a ciggerate and flickering the lighter a few times before lighting. She offers you a ciggerate but you polity decline. "Sorry I don't smoke-".

"Don't apologize... it's a bad habit".

The silence between the two of you was awkward, well for at least on your end.

You awkwardly laughed, "the outer exterior of the van doesn't do the inside justice".

"What's wrong with my van?".

"Oh no! I didn't mean it like that!"

Shoko laughed, "I'm kidding, I know it's a shit box, Satoru found it on Facebook and nagged me and Suguru to buy pitch in and buy it... fucker is a nepo baby....".

"Now that you mention it, he doesn't seem like the singing type-".

"Oh god, he can't sing, but he and Suguru can yell... to be honest, I think your friend and others just come to see Satoru and his looks. "

The silence was comforting now, Shoko gets out of the van, "Welp, I'm bored. Let's see what those freaks have been doing". She grabs your hand, helping you out of the van.

Before you and Shoko enter the bar, she puts her lighter in your hand, "You should come to practice more often, kinda nice not being the only girl."

A/N I might make a part 2 tbh, I lovvvveeee Shoko ♡♡

[gojoest]

HERE TO WISH MY DAD FATHERS dAYYYYY!! AIZENNNNNNN 🥹🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (ALSO SATORUUUUU 🫶)

the way i knew how this ask went from the little preview in my notifs AHAJAJAJA they both say thank you, my dear child 😌 heheh 🤍🤍🤍 aizen is kind of smug for being your number one ngl, satoru is crouched down in the corner poking the floor with a stick, dejected

[randaldoesivory]

Hi Randal! What do you like to do in your free time?

-#12

Playy withf dolllsssss orrrr uhh play weiltb sebbyy orr hang out with Satoruuuuu orrr play tmwith the innerds of my class matesssss orrrrt play videos gamesshdh or just play witb people online my sharing their ip addressXP

[astrowaffles]

spectrum

General Audiences | Fluff, Healing, tiiiny bit of angst at the start

Sometimes, when it’s dark and all you can hear is the TV’s incessant buzzing, Suguru’s lilting Satoruuuuu~ still echoes around the room. It fills the holes in Satoru’s heart, but breaks more open at the same time. The dirty window doesn’t get any cleaner.

Sometimes, when it’s light, and all you can hear is the clack of Megumi putting his wooden train tracks together on the floor next to you, Suguru doesn’t exist for a minute. There are some soap suds on the window pane.

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OR: the healing that comes with being loved

title from spectrum by florence and the machine

There’s something awful about associating your own name with someone else; worse when it’s someone who’s no longer with you. It’s like knowing you’re your own person, but only being able to see yourself like you’re watching another person through a dirty window. You can see the shadows you cast, hear the words you say, but you don’t think, that’s me. You think, why do they sound so happy?

Sometimes, when it’s dark and all you can hear is the TV’s incessant buzzing, Suguru’s lilting Satoruuuuu~ still echoes around the room. It fills the holes in Satoru’s heart, but breaks more open at the same time. The dirty window doesn’t get any cleaner.

“Satoru!” Megumi yells, when he wants to play with the plastic animals, but he can’t reach the shelf.

“Satoru…” Tsumiki sighs, when she wants him to buy vegetables instead of ice cream.

Sometimes, when it’s light, and all you can hear is the clack of Megumi putting his wooden train tracks together on the floor next to you, Suguru doesn’t exist for a minute. There are soap suds on the window pane.

“Ugh,” Megumi complains, trying to jam two (obviously wrong) pieces together.

“I’m not sure that’s going to work, kid,” Satoru tells him, gently grabbing his hand before he can damage the toy. “Try a different one.”

Megumi reluctantly does so, pretending not to notice when the two pieces fit together nicely. He quickly moves on to the next one without acknowledging that Satoru was right. Satoru laughs and goes back to staring at the ceiling.

One of the water stains looks a bit like Megumi, with a dark, spiky, sea-urchin hairstyle. Satoru spots Tsumiki too, hair in plaits, looking disgusted at her spot in a cobwebby corner of the ceiling. Satoru contemplates moving the kids out of their broken-down home, but he likes it better than his own apartment. Satoru’s flat doesn’t have any Megumi-shaped water stains, only dust building up under the appliances, and too many unused rooms.

“Satoru,” Megumi says, making Satoru jump.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t find the last bit.”

Satoru looks down again, and sees the track nearly complete, save for an obvious hole – presumably where the missing piece would go. “Did you have it last time you played with them?”

“Yeah. I put it back in the box.”

“Hm.” Satoru digs around in the back of the sofa. “Check under the couch?”

Megumi obediently lies down and stares into the abyss under the furniture for a minute. “Not there.”

“That wasn’t proper looking,” Satoru chides, resigned to doing it himself. He joins Megumi on the floor, lying down on his side and trying to peer into the shadowy realms of under the couch. He reaches a hand in and feels around. “Got it.”

It’s only after he sits back down, and Megumi goes back to his train set, that Satoru realises Megumi had stopped his thoughts before they went too far again. It was an accidental, or unconscious, but maybe that makes it more precious. Satoru’s grateful. He reaches down to ruffle Megumi’s hair.

“Hey!” Megumi shouts, slapping a hand on top of his head to stop Satoru. “Leave my hair alone!”

“Leave his hair alone, Satoru,” Tsumiki echoes from the next room, where she’s painting her nails or stacking her tacky kids’ lip gloss palettes in rainbow order. “You spent a lot of time on that this morning.”

It’s true. Toji’s genes were strong, and Megumi’s flat, straight hair had been bugging Satoru for a long time. Today had been the day he’d snapped and styled it; the only problem was, Satoru didn’t know how to style anything other than his own hair, so now Megumi looked like a hedgehog.

Suguru would have known. Suguru would have thrown the hair gel out of the window.

Or perhaps he wouldn’t have. Perhaps he would have let Satoru make a mess, and laughed when Megumi left the bathroom looking genuinely related to the Gojo clan.

Satoru wishes he was there, either way.

“I like it,” Megumi says stubbornly. Satoru smiles.

“Me too, Megs. I think it could have turned out better, though.”

“No it couldn’t. I like it.”

Well. Maybe Suguru didn’t need to be there, after all.

    It takes a lot to raise a child. Even with Tsumiki’s help, who was mature for her age – and oh, how Satoru wishes she wasn’t - Megumi proves to be a challenge.

One week, he insists he’s allergic to all vegetables, and screams and cries when Satoru takes him to the grocery store. They have to hot-foot it out of there before someone calls CPS on Satoru for trying to kill his kid with broccoli. On his ninth birthday, Megumi goes to the zoo, and tries to steal a penguin. Satoru doesn’t notice, until the security scanner at the gates does. On Satoru’s 21st, Megumi ties a big ribbon around him and announces that Satoru can be his own present. In the summer, Satoru gets a call from Megumi’s school; Megumi has been getting into fights, but Satoru couldn’t be prouder.

When Megumi is fourteen, Suguru reappears. That sing-song call of Satoruuuu~ that haunts the cold edges of Satoru’s bright new life, that fond tone that Satoru had thought he was craving to hear curling around his ears.

But all Satoru can think is that it doesn’t sound sharp enough. It doesn’t sound exasperated, or resigned. It doesn’t have that edge of I-hate-you-Satoru-Gojo that Satoru knows so well.

It doesn’t sound at all like Megumi.

It doesn’t sound at all like home.

 When Satoru gets back to his apartment that night, he thinks about swiping the dust out from under his appliances. He checks in on Megumi, engrossed in his DS, and ruffles the gel-spiked hair. He looks at the new water stains on the ceiling, from an overrun bath many months ago. One sorta looks like Megumi.

He inspects the window frames, picking out the dead spiders he forgot to pick out last week. He runs an eye over the glass.

“Did you do something to this window?” he calls. Megumi pulls an earphone from his ear.

“I cleaned it, if that’s what you mean.”

“Oh.” Satoru looks around, trying to measure the amount of light suddenly spilling into the room. “I can see through it.”

“Duh. That’s what they’re for, Satoru.” Megumi goes back to his game.

Satoru just smiles.

A03 | Exclusives | Tip Me | Commissions

[starlitheaven]

— 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

pairing. gojo satoru x f!reader

summary. You surprise Satoru (and yourself) when you start texting him at 2am. He wakes up to your weak moment and it's not what he expects. He also doesn't expect to be getting himself off at 11am but, oh well.

tags. mutual masturbation, smut , headcanons hidden in there, phone sex?, dirty talk kinda, established (casual) relationship, Satoru-centric, feelings, comfort

notes. no idea what this even is um. i’ve never vocalized sounds so much but kinda had no choice here. this was supposed to just be you turning gojo on, but it got sweet at the end. we’re blaming thank u next/positions for this. (Btw Gojo has canonically seen Digimon, that’s why his cat is named Gatomon hdjdks)

word count. 2.7k+

Satoru doesn’t have many weaknesses (or any, really), but jet lag is a bitch whether you’re the strongest or not. Stumbling dead tired into his penthouse at around 11pm, he had enough energy to remove his clothes minus his boxer briefs, wash his face, and brush his teeth before almost literally falling into bed. He was asleep within the minute.

On a normal day, he wakes up at 9am, either going for a run or playing some Mortal Kombat before showering and getting ready. Last night he came back late, but a week earlier than expected from a particularly long mission out of the country with Okkotsu. Even before that mission, he was working almost nonstop and teaching the kids between that. Today, he wakes up a few hours past his normal time.

Opening one eye, Satoru groans at the bright sunlight coming into the window by his bed. He wishes he had enough energy last night to lower his blackout blinds. If he had to guess, it’s probably around 11am.

Finding his phone at the very edge of his nightstand, so close to falling on the ground, Satoru grabs it and checks the time. 11:19am reads back at him. Hell yeah, he was right. Of course he was~!

He has a few notifications from last night, most boring as fuck considering who they’re from: Yaga, Ijichi, Old Fucker #4, Old Fucker #2, but a few stand out to him.

Megumi-chan: you forgot to wish Kugisaki a happy birthday and she seemed pretty upset. Itadori and I took her to Balenciaga then dinner at Beige. I used your card so that’s what those charges are, thanks. 

Almost 40,000 yen for dinner and who knows what at Balenciaga…okay next message. 

Nanami Kento (o˘◡˘o): Call me when you’re back. Your cat is impossibly energetic. I strongly believe this is a dog in a cats suit. Onigiri is fed up. I’m also billing you for my ruined curtains. 

Maybe he should just go back to sleep but…oh. It’s you. 

You two had been going on dates and hooking up for a few months now. Did his month gone count? Anyway, you were aware that things weren’t completely serious or he wasn’t committed. You also weren’t, but he knew that you had mostly gone on a few first dates and none had stuck beyond that.  

What he loved about you is that you were a good judge of character. You knew what you deserved and who was worth your time. He loved being the exception to that! 

When Satoru is in a different part of the country, he occasionally finds someone to spend his downtime with if he’s really bored. Over time though, he’s found himself leaving those casual dates feeling…off. He’ll wish he had called you instead. 

He’s begun to wonder if you feel the same way on your own dates that aren’t with him. The thought has come to him more often lately.

During his month gone, you two had spoken maybe twice. Briefly. In the quiet of his bedroom, alone with nothing but cool bedsheets and filtering sunlight, he can admit he misses you. 

                              honeybaby (─‿‿─)♡

1:55am :  satoruuuuu

1:55am :  fuck I just ok

1:57am :  my date ended early he was just so boring. he wasn’t funny and was rude to the waiter!! idk I miss you

2:00am :  I came home and uhhh ahhhhh I put on your shirt. the black one you forgot here and ahhahfhajas

2:03am : ok so I didn’t wash it on purpose, it’s been in my closet and omg it still smells like you!!! what cologne even is this?? how expensive is this, I just know it is. Satoruuuuu

2:04am :  satoruu, you’ve been gone for so long I didn’t wanna say it because you have such an ego it doesn’t need to be any bigger, but I miss you.

2:05am :  you goddamn pretty boy ughhh, why are you so hot why do I miss your laugh why do I

Like always, you were definitely right. Seeing someone as stubborn as you being so vulnerable like this was inflating his ego. Snickering, Satoru cooed at how sweet you were to miss him so. He couldn’t wait to see you. To make fun of you and just tease you over this. He can already imagine the embarrassment in your eyes and irritated expression, how hilarious. 

Even if you didn’t mean to call him pretty boy endearingly, he actually loved that. The last person who’d call him that…

An audio message? This one was sent about 10 minutes after your last text. Satoru’s laughs slowly died down so he can hear what you’re going to say.

“Oh—oh fuck me, mmm—“ Satoru’s eyes widened in surprise. He was rarely caught off guard but this. This wasn’t what he—oh fuck, you were moaning and they were so soft and breathy. Along with those sounds you were making, he could hear a crude and sweet squelching sound.

Still in shock, there was no denying what you were doing. His mind was racing. He felt like the world just tilted, as if the jet lag just landed a finishing move on him. The universe kicking him in the balls. Something like that.

Was this real? Is he dreaming? This has to be a dream this is too—

“Mmm, I’m so fucking—oh,” you gasped breathlessly, and moaning out some obscenities. 

There was no going back to sleep after this. The bright sunlight and shade making a pattern over his body and bed didn’t even compute in Satoru’s mind anymore. The audio message was almost echoing in his large bedroom. You were whimpering and sighing out little ohh’s and ahh’s. Oh shit oh shit you sounded so fucking aroused oh fuckkkk

“Oh my god, mm baby—“ a high whimper and mhm mhm. You were a mixture of breathy moans, sighs, and gasps. Another gasp. A sigh. Satoru spread his thighs as he felt himself harden. His body needed to shut up, he’s trying to listen here.

“Ohhh fuck, Sa—“ you cut off to let out a louder moan. If you didn’t sound so erotic he would’ve been more upset that what was probably his name was cut off. 

He had expected your voice message to have been a biting threat to forget every text you had just sent. A threat to him to forget your vulnerability, but he had no idea you missed him that much. You may be the only person who missed him, actually. 

Well, Yuuji probably missed him too. He’s a really good kid and he—nope! Sorry to his precious student, but he’s a mood killer right now. Shaking his head to forget that, the sounds of your fingers rubbing on your dripping cunt brought him back into the mood. 

You sound so wet, shit. He can almost imagine what you’d look like. Laying on your bed (smaller and less comfortable than his), probably tangled in those new white silk sheets he bought you. Your purple ambient lighting painting your bedroom in seduction. Or maybe you lit up all those candles you love. Considering your texts, you were most likely wearing his shirt still. 

Maybe you were only in his shirt…you must look so pretty. Naked and bare in only his shirt. Your nice legs spread and soft skin flushed and warm. 

Oh damn, you were probably touching yourself in his shirt and surrounded in his scent. Which cologne was it? The Dior one? Should he wear it forever now??

“I just—mhmm,” you were so cute, still trying to talk while clearly so far gone. “Want you to—fuck, tease me n’—“ you gasped and whimpered. “n’ be mean to me, oh god be mean to me—hah—fuck that’s…pretendyoudidnthearthat!” 

You sounded like you were muffled. Like you were biting your lip in humiliation or embarrassment. He could imagine your face heating up and cheeks reddening in shame.

That’s. That alone is enough to get him off. He’s had a feeling you were into his mean streak, but wasn’t completely sure. This confirmation...much to think about. Then again, every thought he’s having is just flying out the window as he hears you getting yourself off. 

 “Fuck me harder—“ another gasp. Shit you must be close, you sound so slutty and needy. He will never financially recover from this. The world is done. “Fuck I wanna come—Satoru please—can I come please baby—mmm!“ 

What were you thinking about? What were you imagining? Because that’s where he wants to be, sheesh. 

“Satoru, Satoru, fuck—Satoru oh, mmm—ah,” Holy shit. You were unbelievable. He couldn’t even make fun of you, not when this was the hottest thing he’s ever heard. It sounded like saying his name was only taking you higher. You probably didn’t expect to get so aroused by sounding so desperate.

As someone who’s also stubborn like you, he knows how thrilling and good it can feel when you give up control. This usually manifests when the right person comes along. He’s glad he can be that for you, he’ll do so much with this for you (while also teasing and bullying you about it).

He couldn’t take it, he was getting so restless. “Fuck sweetheart,” Satoru groaned, palming himself to get some quick relief. “Wanna hear you come, sweet thing.” He just had to wait a bit more until you came. You deserved his undivided attention right now when you’re so close. When you opened up to him in your moment of vulnerability. Or just horny hours but, whatever.

“Satoru please, please ohh—” a longer and low moan. There it is. Oh, how goodamn euphoric. Goddess. “Fuck… mmmm….” A soft exhale. You must have come. He heard the sounds of you catching your breath and some silence. Then, you let out a pleased and breathy laugh before the audio message ended. It reminded him of a content kitten purring.

Oh yeah, he has to call Nanami to pick up his cat. He’s just gonna have to deal with Gatomon for another day because he won’t be getting up anytime soon. 

Now that the shock is wearing off and his cock his straining and leaking in his boxer briefs, Satoru finally slid them off. Taking his heavy and hot cock into his hands, he pressed play again. He considered sending his own audio message, but he’d rather just surprise you later at your door. 

This time, he groaned and moaned along with your sweet sounds. He tried to imagine whatever it was you were fantasizing. Maybe riling you up, teasing you and saying degrading little things. Staying composed while he winds you up and then makes fun of you for getting so turned on. You’d look so pretty with your eyes watering in frustration and arousal.

He wants to make you cry and feel embarrassed before it gets to be too much and you start acting like a brat again. You’ll switch things up on him, maybe pin him down and tease him back.

Oh that made his cock leak and throb even more. Cursing, Satoru began to pump faster.

Would you give him a little slap while you tease him and make him hold it all in? Until he’s frustrated and begging you to do something. Begging to be inside you.

Fuck, what if you pulled on his hair or gave him another slap and laughed at him, “awww, feeling frustrated? getting a little desperate to fuck me and come, pretty boy?”

Ohshitohshitohshit is all Satoru thinks before he comes all over his abdomen.

                                           ・❥・

Thinking back to how you went out on a date and how late your messages were sent, Satoru guesses today is your day off. 

He’s surprised that you hadn’t said anything after what you did last night, but you were probably trying to pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe you hoped it somehow didn’t deliver due to him being out of the country. He can imagine all these scenarios going through your head in an attempt to avoid dealing with this.

Too bad for you, he’ll never forget what he heard. Maybe it’s the Six Eyes, maybe he’s just a man, but that’s ingrained into his mind forever. He even walked to your place whistling a happy tune. Your power!

After fucking into his own hand like when he was younger, hornier and desperate, the fog lifted. His mind was clear and he was just left with the knowledge that you missed him. 

You were independent and didn’t really need him, but you still missed him. Just like he missed you. He loved Yuuta, but the kid was still so gloomy and not that funny. Not the most exciting company this past month.

Satoru hoped you hadn’t had lunch yet, because he didn’t and ordered some takeout to have with you. As he reached your apartment and went to your door, he thought about how you’d react to seeing him. 

If your face reddened in embarrassment and unreasonable anger over your own actions, muah! If you stuttered or hastily shut the door in his face, chef’s kiss. 

He thought of this as he knocked and waited for you to open the door. When it opened, he was met with a pleasing sight. As the old people say, a sight for sore eyes. 

Okay, he was kinda hoping you were still wearing his shirt. Instead, you were wearing an oversized washed out graphic t-shirt and lounge shorts. Still cute. Maybe he should leave the shirt he’s currently—

“Satoru!” 

He managed to turn off Infinity right before you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. He heard a muffled you’re back early, missed you as your face was buried in his neck.

You’ve complained about how standing on your tip toes while hugging or kissing him is uncomfortable after a while because he’s so freakishly tall, so he rests his hands on the small of your back so you can lean your weight onto him. 

Every stupid and witty thing he was thinking of saying left his brain. You smelled like soap and roses and were so warm from the shower or bath you must have just had. 

“Have you ate? I brought some crepes,” He asked, still holding you as you hadn’t let go. 

At that, shook your head and leaned back to look at him. “That sounds so good right now. Actually, I have strawberries and whipped cream if you wanna make it even sweeter,” you laughed peering up to look at his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Oh you knew him so well. Telling the restaurant to put extra wasn’t enough, he definitely needs it sweeter! To the point where the restaurant thinks it’s some sort niche order.

Before he could answer, you lowered his glasses with one hand and softly rubbed below his eye with a finger, “You look really tired, wanna take a nap first?” You murmured, then rolling your eyes. “On my ‘small ass bed’.”

Without letting him answer, you pulled away from him. You grabbed the takeout in one hand and held his own hand with the other. Setting the food on your messy kitchen counter, you led him to your bedroom and gently pushed him onto the pretty silk sheets. 

When you settled next to him, he automatically wrapped himself around you, resting his cheek on your collarbone. You removed his sunglasses and set them aside before slowly and softly scratching his head the way he likes.

Oh this shit felt soooo good, he’d purr if he had the energy. He was pretty tired, actually. 

You were smaller than he was, but you were warm and surprisingly comforting. He hadn’t realized how comforting you were until this moment. How much he just missed being with you. Again, he was surprised that you missed him too.

Your affection for him made his heart hurt a little. Weird, maybe he should get that checked out. He nuzzled into your neck before kissing you there.

“I know you’re the strongest or whatever,” you mumbled, letting one hand wander to rub over his shoulder blades. “but you work too much. People in your life expect too much from you.” 

You were spoiling him. He really didn’t deserve this, but he’s greedy. He’ll take whatever you give him, because it’s from you. He even wants to give. He wishes he can make you feel the way you’re making him feel right now.

He was half-asleep and wasn’t sure if he answered or not, but his last thought before completely falling asleep was that neither of you had remembered to mention what happened last night. This was much better. 

[paper-maker03]

Gojo x reader : Sweater Weather

‼️Female bodied reader‼️

🚫MDI🚫

All characters being sexualized are 18+

TW’s : mentions of lightning and thunder, begging for attention, slight cringe if you squint, oral (male and female receiving), pussy smacking, and cum swallowing

1.7k words

Not revised so may have some spelling mistakes- I apologize in advance ^^

“Satoruuuuu” You flopped onto the couch next to your beloved, leaning on his side in an attempt to exaggerate your dramatic cry for attention. Your lover didn’t break his focus from the tv, however. He had been attentively watching the news for the last couple of hours as the rain outside got worse and reports of slight flooding kept making new headlines. Gojo was rarely home at this hour, lucky for you, his class had to end early and the weather truly felt perfect for a cozy cuddle session, so curse that damned tv.

“Hmph- fine! I’ll be in the room waiting for you to make time in your busy schedule for me!!” You huffed and quickly got off the couch storming into your shared bedroom, it was days like this where you felt the most insecure about dating someone like Gojo- it wasn’t right but you couldn’t help doubting yourself to some extent. It was hard not to when your boyfriend had a fanclub of students and other teachers…

“Sweetheart?” Said boyfriend knocked on the door before slowly creeping it open, his eyes instantly landing on you as you sat on the edge of the bed. You puffed your cheeks and looked away though, not giving into his half assed apology. “I’m sorry baby, I just got a bit distracted is all. You’re too cute sometimes, it’s hard to take your little cries for attention seriously.” He stood in front of you, his hips at eye level as he grabbed your chin to gently make you face him. “What did you want me for?” He softly ran his thumb over your bottom lip, smirking as he saw your shoulders tense up. Maybe it wasn’t so half assed after all… No!

“It’s a little too late for that- I’m mad so I’m just gonna nap it off.” You shook your head out of his grasp as you got up and made your way to your side of the bed. A pair of big cold hands stopped you though, snaking around your waist and pulling you into the brick wall that was Gojo’s chest. You felt him chuckle, his hot breath sending chills down your back, starting behind your ear and sparking down the arch of your back.

“Awww baby, you really won’t tell me? What can I do to make it up to you?” A particular loud thunder punctuated his question, the lights outside flickering. “Hm? Are you scared of the thunder, is that it?” He turned you around so you’d face him again, to his surprise your cheeks were red and you were avoiding eye contact like your life depended on it, your smaller frame fidgeting under him.

“N-no I’m really not… I just-“ you fumbled over your words, your eyes fixed on the half opened bedroom door, the lights flickering in the hall catching you off guard.

“Hm?”

“I wanted to cuddle up, cuz of the weather…” you spoke barely above a whisper, knowing your lover well enough to already hear the string of teases he was gonna bombard you with, but shockingly, he let out a soft sigh, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“What a relief, I was worried I had completely missed something.”

“Well- you technically did.”

“Shut up.” He chuckled as he pushed you onto the bed and wasted no time to trap you under his body. “So you want me to keep you warm, honey?” Gojo softly planted a kiss on your lips, an all too innocent smooch that he was sure to always start off with.

His hands quickly found rest on the dip of your waist as he ran his palms up and down securely. His grip always made you feel safe. He didn’t bother being gentle but that didn’t always mean aggressive. Possessive was a much better word, and boy was this man possessive. It was written all over his skin, the way he pulled your hips towards his- the way his tongue desperately lapped up at the skin on your collar- down to the way he bit and kissed down as he rut into you- the fabric frustrating him.

“Satoru,” you gasped, feeling the weight of his cock push at your panties, were they always this uncomfortable? Did they always feel like this when you got wet? “Oh my-“ a breathless moan escaped you as a harsh trust rubbed your clit. “Babe-“ your hands found a place on his hair as he trailed open mouthed kisses down your chest- being extra soft when he kissed the plush of your stomach. “Mmh~” a short whine from you stopped him.

“(Y/n) ignore the thunder- focus on me instead~” he winked and smirked against your inner thigh before planting a quick kiss on it. Your hands immediately grabbed at his hair, and tugged lightly, causing him to look up at you, those hypnotizing eyes of his always getting to you. He let out a soft hum of approval before finally licking a long streak over your clothed pussy, applying extra pressure when he felt that special bud of yours.

You couldn’t help but let out a whine to which he chuckled at, followed by another hard lick. The friction felt deliciously good but you’d enjoy it more without the added layer of soaked panties.

“Satoru, stop being a tAH-“ your sentence was cut short when Gojo grabbed your panties tight and pulled them up, teasing at the way they rubbed against your bud.

“Awww, what’s wrong baby, thunders got you too scared?” He got up from his spot and leaned over to plant a kiss on your forehead, your scent just barely noticeable in his breath. “I wanna try something different tonight.”

Different? You let out a soft hum before nodding your head, giving him the green light to continue, you always had your safe word to fall back on so how bad could it be? Gojo smirked before grabbing you by the legs and pulling you to the edge of the bed, looking down on you with hungry eyes.

“Good girl..” he purred before spinning you over so your head was under his cock- when did he take his pants off?- “But guess what baby, you’re my good girl.” He rubbed his tip across your lips, his precum coating you like lipgloss. He gave himself a few shallow pumps to keep himself calm a bit longer, and you tried to open your mouth to take his cock in but he just pulled back. “No no, we’re first going to take care of this.” He leaned over you, shoving your legs open and pulling your panties off all the way.

You whimpered as the cool air hit your wet pussy, but immediately choked on a moan as he let his cupped hand harshly land on you. Sparks rushed all through your body and your back arched off the bed, Gojo just let out a chuckle as he did it again and again-

“What a needy slut, coming undone with just a couple spanks.” You tried to protest and deny but as soon as you opened your mouth you were silenced by his cock ramming in. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes but you just hummed along with his slow thrust, earning a low groan from him. “Fuuuuck,” he sighed, pulling out of your mouth and looking at you, “I’m gonna mess you up so good.” He smirked before thrusting back in, using your mouth like some type of fleshlight.

He stood up straight, getting ahold of your throat and giving it a good grip before throat fucking you a little faster. After fucking so many times he had a pretty good idea of how long you could go without air before having to pull out, which he did.

“Satoru, fuck, touch me too please-“ your hands gripped at one of this thighs, your mouth latching onto the space between his cock and his balls. This caused the much taller man to shudder and whine, letting out a pretty high moan before his hips pulled away from you. “Baby-“

“I heard you.” He rammed himself back in your mouth before leaning over and spreading your lips apart for better access. He licked your clit with tremendous pressure before wrapping his lips around the bud, his movements mimicking yours almost as to tease you. Once again, he pulled out but this time he kept at your pussy, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue as he ran his slender fingers between your folds and into your cunt.

“Back in baby, put it back in please.” He sounded so desperate but you wanted to give your throat a break so you just licked and sucked his tip, barely bobbing your head, but it seemed to be enough. Gojo’s hips started to fidget and his tongue was fucking you as he tried to lap everything up, chin rubbing your clit as he ate you like a starved man- he was close and so where you. A familiar tightness swelled in your stomach as your muscles started to tighten and you decided to take him in all the way again, feeling his tip stretch you out. Feeling you so tight again caused him to let out a rough groan, vibrating against your sensitive cunt pushing you over the edge.

You scratched at Gojos thighs while focusing on keeping yours open, letting him ride out your orgasm to its fullest. Seeing your cunt spasm and clamp down on nothing was enough for him, and he barely pulled out to cum all over your chin and chest, panting heavily over you.

“Satoru,” you rolled on your tummy, trying to get up but your knees were too weak.

“Shhh baby, I got you.” He grabbed you and pulled you up to the pillows, helping you change into a loose tee shirt before bringing the blankets up. “You still wanna cuddle?” He asked as he got comfortable next to you. A quick nod of your head was all it took for him to pull you in and rest his head over yours. He’d never admit it but he was sometimes an asshole on purpose because he couldn’t resist your little pouting face.

©yurei-sakka66 2021

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I should have just made a damn fanfic of this Headcannon it's long enough! Lmao.

Enjoy

Satoru X Reader: Losing Virginity

Credit to artist on Twitter

~ Can you say cocky mother fucker?

~ Dating Satoru you have already done everything but have sex and damnit he is more than ready to have sex with you!

~ He made you go on birth control because he plans on being very sexually active with you.

~ Plus he HATES condoms.

~ The two of you have been dating for a while now and he has been bugging you to have sex all the time.

~ You finally give in and say yes.

~ You're pretty sure Satoru has told almost everyone that you finally said yes to having sex with him.

~ Tonight is going to be amazing so be prepared for a long night of wild sex.

~ Even though he hasn’t had sex you best believe he knows what he is doing.

~ Being ‘The Worlds Strongest Sorcerer' he has amazing stamina.

~ He is convinced he will be able to last for a long time and fuck you into oblivion. (But he doesn’t know just how tight and juicy your pussy really is)

~ He takes you out on an amazing date to a very fancy restaurant for dinner and a romantic walk through the Park.

~ You and Satoru go back to his place to ‘watch a movie'.

~ Satoru just picks something really random because honestly he doesn’t give a shit.

~ He lays down on the bed next to you.

~ Before the movie has even started he is slipping his hand up your dress grabbing at your ass and making out with you.

~ Fuck you can’t resist Satoru he is so gorgeous.

~ You would let him do just about anything to you.

~ That's one of the many reasons why he loves dating you, you aren’t one to move slow. (I mean who could say no to Satoru?) ((I would be in that mans bed within like 5 minutes))

~ He starts taking off your dress as you straddle him taking off his shirt.

~ You always get so turned on when you see Satoru shirtless.

~ That gorgeous God-like body.

~ A eight pack that you just wanna bury your face in and lick. (Shut up this is my headcannon and I would lick those abs!)

~ He bucks his hips against your lace panties driving you insane as you let out a loud moan.

~ He smirks and snaps his hips again as he is getting harder by the second.

~ He unhooks your bra burying his face in your boobs he licks and bites them all over marking you, making you whimper.

~ He knows every way to get you turned on.

~ It’s a blessing and a curse because you’re always a puddle in his hands.

~ He looks at you fire gleaming in his eyes as he grabs you pinning you to the bed, he growls at you nipping your neck.

~ Satoru leaves steamy kisses down between your breasts trailing his lips showering your stomach in kisses as he makes his way between your legs.

~ Slowly he rubs outside your panties massaging your clit with his thumb.

~ “F-fuck Sa-to-ru!” You moan out.

~ You’re completely under his control as he pushes his palm against your pussy making your hips buck uncontrollably.

~ “That’s a good girl, I love the way you respond when I touch you, you submit to me so willingly (Y/N).” He leans into your ear.

~ “I have you whipped baby girl and I love it.” He bites your neck as he slips his hand in your panties.

~ “God damn you are soaking wet (Y/N).” He pulls his hand out of your panties showing you his hand completely covered in your juices. (Like I said a fucking puddle)

~ He licks your juices off his hand.

~ “Oops.” You say not so innocently. “What can I say you turn me on so much Satoru.” (But who wouldn’t be that way like seriously!)

~ Satoru's hand travels back down into your panties.

~ Inserting two fingers making you moan out as the thrusts them in and out of you.

~ He kisses you one last time before trailing his lips down your torso again, making you shudder.

~ He nips and kisses your inner thighs while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

~ Every little touch is leaving you breathless as he works up every part of you.

~ He wants to make your body beg for him.

~ He finally decides to take your panties off tossing them on the floor.

~ He pulls back marveling at how beautiful you are right now. (He always does this when he gets you completely naked he worships your body)

~ To him you are perfect in every way possible.

~ He loves to lightly touch your most sensitive parts making you squirm beneath him. (Like lightly run his fingers down your sides or gently grab at your butt, it drives you mad how just a simple touch turns you on so much)

~ He finally goes down on you encircling his mouth around your clit as he fingers you again.

~ Instantly you cum squirting into his mouth.

~ He keeps licking your clit getting every last drop from you.

~ “Satoruuuuuu!” You cry out in pleasure as you grind on his face, tugging on his soft white hair.

~ Your head rolls back into the mattress as he continues to finger you going deeper with every push.

~ He nips at your clit making you squirt again.

~ “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You cry out in pleasure.

~ He finally comes up with a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face.

~ “I think that is the wettest I have ever made you baby.” He says smugly before he kisses you deeply.

~ He bucks his hips pushing his bulge against your wetness.

~ Your hands move down tearing his pants and boxers down.

~ He gently rubs his tip at your slit teasing you. (This man could edge you on for hours without even realizing what he is doing to you (yet))

~ You moan out as he continues to tease you making your body tremble beneath him.

~ “You don’t get him quite yet baby girl.” He whispers into your ear slipping just the tip in.

~ “You’re so meannnnn!” You wine out as you smack his arm.

~ “Don’t worry love he will be in you soon enough, but first” He traces your lips with his thumb. “I want you to use that amazing mouth on him.”

~ He stands up and you get on your knees.

~ You lick the pre-cum off slowly sucking the tip as you look up at him. (That turns him on so much when you look him in the eye while sucking his dick)

~ You keep looking at him as you deep throat his entire length taking him by surprise. (He's not the only one giving it their all tonight)

~ You continue to lick and suck deep throating him every so often making him as hard as a rock.

~ “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N).” He moans out as you go faster while you play with his balls.

~ You suck him for a while, he finally pulls you off.

~ “Baby girl I could have you suck him all night, but I want you so badly now.” He says eagerly as he throws you on the bed.

~ You wrap your legs around Satoru. “I’m ready for you to take me Satoru.” You whisper into his ear.

~ He has made sure over the past few months as the two of you have explored each other that you were ready for tonight because you knew Satoru wasn’t going to be gentle, but you want it that way.

~ He kisses you passionately as he slips in.

~ Moaning into your mouth as he fits inside you feeling the tightness of your pussy makes him shudder.

~ His kisses go from long and passionate to sloppy and needy as he snaps his hips into you.

~ He didn’t realize just how good you would feel on his cock.

~ He feels like he is losing himself as his kisses become more and more sloppy.

~ Satoru is completely lost in your pussy.

~ His thrusts are erratic and slow because he feels like he is going to cum already.

~ He finally catches himself and starts fucking you hard.

~ “F-fuck you’re so tight, baby you feel so good on him…. I almost lost myself in your amazing pussy (Y/N).”

~ “Sa-to-ru! Just like that oh-oh my God fuck that feels so goooooooooood!” You moan out as he pounds into you.

~ “Yeah? You like that baby?” He asks as he lifts your legs up in the air going even deeper inside you.

~ “Take him all this dick is all for you!” He shouts out as he rails you.

~ “F-fuck Sa-Satoruuuuu I'm-I'm cuuuuummmmiiiiiinnnnnggggggg!” You moan out as your pussy sucks his cock in squirting all over the two of you.

~ “I want you to ride him baby girl.” E says as he pulls out and lays down on the bed.

~ In a flash you’re on top of him rubbing your clit on his cock making him moan out.

~ “Ohhhhhh f-fuck (Y-Y/N-N) you naughty girl teasing me like this.” He says looking down at your soaking core as you squirt all over him.

~ “Baby please put him back in…. He’s getting cold.” Satoru begs you. “He needs to be inside you.”

~ You smirk at him. “Of course baby because you asked so nicely….. Just answer one question for me, okay?” You say as you buck your hips making your slit rub all over his cock.

~ “Yes I’ll do anything!” He moans out.

~ “That’s a good Satoru.” You lean into his neck. “Do I have you pussy whipped already my dear Satoru?” You ask him as you mount him.

~ “YESSSSSSS!” He moans out as you slam down on his cock making it echo.

~ “I love your pussy so much (Y/N)! I-I can’t get enough of her!” He wails out gripping your sides as he snaps his hips into you.

~ “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuuuuu!” You scream out as you bounce up and down on him.

~ Mr. Cocky is losing his cool as he pounds deeper and deeper into you, your tight pussy is just too much for him.

~ He's going to cum any minute now.

~ His deep thrusts are slowing down.

~ “Are you going to cum for me baby?” You say in a sultry voice as you run your finger down his chest making him shiver.

~ With one final snap of his hips he thrusts deep into you cumming.

~ Your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock as you release your final orgasm.

~ You collapse on his chest still connected to him your breathing heavy as you find his lips wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss.

~ You lay there in stillness holding each other close.

~ Finally you catch your breath. “Satoru baby that was absolutely amazing!”

~ He rolls you over so he is on top of you.

~ He leans into your neck. “Yes it was my love.”

~ You fell his member become hard again as he bucks his hips.

~ “Are you ready for round two?” He asks smugly.

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