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leidyhaze · 2 months ago

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Heartstrings and Second Chances

Satoru x reader

synopsis: You see Satoru falling for another girl who isn't you, you've noticed the way he gazes at her as if she's his entire universe. You constantly believe that she is his ultimate love, his first love. And you can never replace her.

cw: angst (like as in) ,18+, smut, character death, this is a mess tbh, she fell first but he fell harder, suicide, fingering, love making, love sex, unprotected, breeding, clingy reader, satoru’s mom being a bitch, satoru needs you to get pregnant.

Wc: 5k+

a/n: ahhh my first oneshot here in this account, i hope you like it <3

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"I won't marry her. "

"Satoru— stop!"

"I have a fucking girlfriend!"

Satoru's voice reverberates in the room, and you, already gazing downward, can no longer tolerate being here. You only wish to escape and go.

“ I didn't know that your son has a girlfriend? "

You’re angry, to his mother. Satoru is tightening his jaw and ready to talk once more, but his mother unexpectedly interjects.

"Oh— i actually didn't know that, but don't worry, Satoru will cut her off."

“No, I won't,” he chuckled. Certainly, he won't; he cares for his girlfriend, and you are aware of that. Satoru is a wonderful person, you like him, naturally. How is it possible to not? However, there is already a girl who possesses him, and Satoru loves her. She was the love of his life.

He cares for his girlfriend deeply, and no one could ever take her place. Not a single person, not even you.

"I don't know what you're planning but i have my decision, i won't get marry and i won't fucking cut off Diana." He said and left.

"Listen, I apologize. I'll simply go have a chat with him." His mother speaks and trailed behind him, your mother gazes at you and you recognize that expression. “I’m fine,” you smiled.

"I believe I've chosen the wrong guy for you, darling," she chuckles, and you do as well.

You shouldn't try to compel Satoru to love you; he understands that Diana is his soulmate.

“Don’t you like satoru?” Your mom asked.

You shook your head. “No”

A lie, of course.

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Working at your parents' business is not beneficial, it's quite exhausting. Documents scattered throughout the office, papers here, papers everywhere. Damn.

You require a break, so you shove the papers aside and lay your head on the desk.

Suddenly someone knocks.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but someone is seeking to become your secretary."

Oh right, the secretary. Your former secretary departed because she claimed she needed a break. Constantly striving, you wish that this individual is resilient enough to join you in your battle.

You clear you throat and said “come in”

Then you notice her; she has short hair, no makeup, and her eyes reveal that she’s weary, but she unexpectedly smiles.

Nanami, one of your employees has left, leaving just the two of you.

"I truly need this job, so please." She pleaded and shut her eyes, and you can tell she’s exhausted from searching for work.

“That's fine, I don't have specific preferences.” You indeed smiled at her. She gave you the application form, and you looked it over.

Diana Flammia, 25 years old.

"Wow, you're actually older than I am." She chuckles at this. "No, I simply want a job," she said, gazing downward.

"I suppose you're hired, I believe it's fine that you're older than I am, so could you mentor me? I'm really not skilled at managing this company," you said, and she chuckles at you. "Of course."

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You're back here at this annoying dining table having a meal with Satoru and her mother. The quiet is so intense that the sole sound you detect is the fork clashing with the plate.

But your mom breaks the silence.

"Hey, do you believe we need to end this?" All of you suddenly gaze at her big eyes, especially Satoru's mom.

"W-what do you mean by that?" she inquired of your mom.

"I mean, the kids don't care for one another." We are unable to compel them, so we need to end this marriage." Your mother mentioned that you glance at her and smile, and you noticed Satoru smiling as well.

And he looks so stunning when he does.

However, her mother appeared furious, evidently disapproving of it.

She was ready to talk, but Satoru spoke ahead of her.

"I agree," he remarked as he sliced a steak.

She laughed, "Of course you agree, you want to marry that girl, that poor child."

Satoru halts in his path, clutching the fork firmly, and you can see the veils in his hands. "Don't refer to her that way." He remarked while gazing downward, his eyes growing dim.

"What? It's a fact, she's brat—“ abruptly, Satoru slams the fork into the table, making her mom fall silent. He glared at her and stood up, he left, heading outside.

"That's quite impolite of you, Mrs. Gojo," your mom remarks.

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You spotted Satoru in the garden and were about to walk over, but then you noticed he was conversing with someone on his phone.

"Did you get a job? That's good, baby, just don't put too much pressure on yourself, alright? “ Your heart is hurting, you have feelings for Satoru, you wish to think of yourself, but you can't—everyone deserves to be happy.

"Good night, I love you." He ended the call and sighed, shutting his eyes. He opens them upon realizing that you are present.

He glances at you from the side, but you're averting your gaze, trying to avoid making eye contact.

"Are you just going to stand there?" he said suddenly, it's the first time he's ever talked to you. Perhaps he felt gratitude because the marriage ended.

"Hey, come over, take a seat," he said as you walked slowly until you reached the bench and sat down. He sits beside you, gazing at the sky.

"My mom is quite a bitch, isn't she?" he chuckles, "saying something about Diana," he laughs once more.

He was keeping her safe.

"Regarding Diana, please avoid putting pressure on her to work."

You unexpectedly gaze at him, and he gazes back at you, establishing eye contact. "I advised her against working because she was ill, yet she was persistent, insisting that she didn't want to remain at home doing nothing. “

You nod, "I understand that."

"Please don't put pressure on her, her body is frail, and...” his voice faltered, “and ready to surrender, so please treat her kindly. She's kind, so no need to worry. “

"I am aware."

You’re aware that Diana is kind, she assisted you earlier during the meeting. Inquiring if you're fatigued and she will handle the task. Diana is a celestial being.

"There's no need to worry, I'll handle her."

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Time has gone by and everything feels so..challenging. You've been working for 24 hours, and you wish to call Diana for help, but you can't.

Diana is likely resting, as she requires sleep as well.

But damn, you also need some rest.

“No, I can manage this,” you told yourself, these last few days have been something else. It’s enjoyable being with Diana. She is constantly by your side, assisting you.

She is kind.

However, previously? She behaves oddly, she asks you to join her for a meal and also to spend time together. You feel happy, of course, but that doesn't change the reality that she's behaving oddly.

Upon waking up and upon reaching your office, you discovered your employees quiet. Typically, they are noisy, but currently they're quiet as though something occurred.

And can you believe it? Diana is not present.

You called Nanami, and he arrived at your office, you observed that his eyes were red, as though he had just been crying.

You clear your throat. "Are you aware of the reason diana is not here today?" You inquire as you glance over the documents on your desk. There are numerous.

He gazed at you, "why?" You inquired.

He nibbles on his lower lip to prevent himself from weeping.

"She...she passed away this evening."

You came to a halt.

"What did you say?"

No.

A tear drops from your eye, but you swiftly wipe it away, "I-I don't understand, why?" Your voice trembles, and the tears you wipe away come falling once more, and this time you allow it.

"We...we still aren't sure, but someone claimed she took her own life."

You understand everything now about why she was acting oddly yesterday. All is understood.

But for what reason?

You covered your face with your hands and wept, you weren't even aware, did you cause her stress?

You keep on crying, and tears just keep streaming down. You were excessively worrying about whether you had wronged her.

You've always had a fondness for her, you always will. Due to her, you comprehend Satoru, he was deeply in love with her, and you realize that. She was a heavenly being.

However, you were not aware that she would transform into an angel, so shortly.

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"Only 3 weeks, my dear."

Satoru is utterly heartbroken, do you really believe it won't?

It would be pleasant to spend just 3 weeks with him. And you believe he doesn't want you to.

"Honey, I believe she's correct, moreover, Satoru requires some comfort."

You believe it's not a wise choice to console him.

"I'm not sure what children today want, he won't eat and has just shut himself in his room." You fidget with your fingers while hearing his mother.

Is it something you should pursue?

What if he gets angry when he spots you?

Numerous thoughts in your head cannot quell the what ifs.

"Darling." Your mom speaks while brushing your shoulders, motivating you to proceed. "It's only 3 weeks."

"Alright."

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The quietness upon your arrival makes it seem as if the house is lifeless.

Satoru's mother has already departed, she doesn't even show you around.

You examine the house, it was large, naturally. You climbed the stairs and discovered a locked room.

Certainly his room.

You walk into the room next to his and place your belongings there.

Then you knock on his door.

No response.

Once more.

Still no response.

As you were preparing to leave, a sob caught your attention, you halted in your steps and looked down, fighting back tears. He was devastated as one would be, she was his girlfriend, his everything, his greatest love.

You clean up your belongings and proceed at a slow pace.

back to his room, and you knock once more. “Are you there, Gojo?” You rang.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

You were taken aback, you realized he would be furious. Your hands shaking and his words resonating in your mind.

"Is it Mom who sent you?" I don't need you," he stated in a chilly tone.

You're unfamiliar with this aspect of him, when he talked to you in the garden, it was...gentle. But now, it’s filled with sorrow and rage.

"I-I'll only be here for 3 weeks, so don’t worry, I won’t disturb you." Your voice shakes as you anticipate whether he'll respond, but he remains silent.

"H-have you eaten yet?"

No response.

You think that perhaps tomorrow you will finally meet him and talk to him, so you head to your room and lie there, looking at the ceiling.

You shut your eyes, sensing the tears streaming once more.

"I miss you, Diana."

You’re wrong.

You are mistaken.

Since the instant you opened your eyes, Satoru remains in his room.

You will leave, naturally, work, once more.

You knock again at his door, one hand clutching your bag. "Gojo?" You called him. However, undoubtedly, no response.

“I will be heading out, if you’re hungry, there’s some food in the refrigerator. Please avoid skipping meals.”

You await a response, but there is only silence, you exhale deeply and beginning to stroll downward. Ready to leave, you gaze at Satoru's room one final time.

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Upon returning home, everything remains unchanged, the house is silent and Satoru is still in his room.

You look in the fridge to see if he has eaten, but he's didn’t , so you hurry to his room and knock. You’re exhausted, but what’s occupying your thoughts at the moment is Satoru. He must have food.

“Gojo? Why didn’t you have anything to eat?" You inquired with him, but there is still no response. You can't contain it any longer, so you dashed into your room and took the key to his room. His mother provided it to you.

As you prepare to unlock it, you hesitate, he will be upset, you're aware of that. You shake your head, unlock it, and upon opening the door, you saw him.

He was sitting in the corner of his bed, his hands on his toes with his head underneath. He was weeping, you can hear his sobbing.

"Satoru," this is the first time you call him in his first name.

He remained silent, continuing to cry.

"You must e-"

“I miss her.”

You stopped.

You shut your eyes as the tears are about to drop once more.

"I miss her, i want to see her."

And with that, your tears stream down.

"Satoru... it's important for you to have something to eat."

"What I need at this moment is Diana," he said, and at last, he gazed up at you you noticed his blue eyes, brimming with tears.

You took a seat, observing him.

"Do you believe she'll be happy if she finds you in this state? She did it because she desires to rest, and you... Satoru, you must live!” You yelled.

“I can’t live without her. “

Fuck.

"Before her passing," he began, "she—she mentioned she needed space, but I..I had no idea.." He was crying uncontrollably, making it difficult for him to speak.

"Are you aware of what she told me just before she passed away? She mentioned that life is valuable and expressed her joy in feeling loved by all, including you. “You cried, uncertain if you should mourn Diana's absence or observe the man you loved suffering in front of you.

Observing his affection for her.

"The marriage ended because my mom inquired if I wanted to proceed or not. I refused." You informed

He looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's not true” you avert your gaze from him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I-I wish to be with you...but..I'm so selfish if I were to do that, you know? When I worked along with Diana, I recognized my choice was right because Diana is..."you fell apart.

"Watching you with her, gazing at her as if she's everything to you pains me. However, what can I do? She was your greatest love. And nobody can take her place in your heart." You were weeping alongside him, your face is so disheveled, and you aren't concerned about his thoughts at this moment.

"It's fine, I merely expressed what I desire. You don't have to harm yourself for not eating, “you said and left him space.

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Satoru had dinner last night.

Just as you were about to sleep, he unexpectedly knocks and inquires if there’s any food left in the fridge.

You lead him to the fridge and he consumes.

And now you observed him while he was having his breakfast.

"Morning.." he stated, and you looked at him in surprise, questioning if he truly meant it. "Good..Morning?"

He smile weakly at you and goes on eating, while you remain stunned by his unexpected move.

And tonight, you watched him organize his room, which is in chaos. After Diana passed away, he don’t know what to do.

And now, he was tidying it up, repairing and even rearranged some items. He entirely transformed it.

As he was still cleaning, you provided him with food, as he requires nourishment to regain his strength.

As you walked in, he gazed at you, and you noticed him, your eyes quickly turned to a photo he was holding. It was an image of Diana.

"Sorry, I just got you something to eat," you said and put the food on his table and was on the verge of leaving when he grabbed your wrist.

You paused, you can’t even bear to see him. Following what occurred last night, you felt embarrassed.

"Sorr-"

"Prove yourself."

What?

"Teach me to have faith in love, once more."

Tears stream from your eyes, you find it hard to grasp what you're hearing. "You don't have to-"

You inhaled sharply as he abruptly released you from the embrace, your face collided with his chest as he rested his chin on your head.

“Please.”

You cried against his chest.

"This seems..off," you remarked, attempting to distance yourself from him, but he held you close. "Let’s offer one another a second chance."

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"Should we go out?"

You open your eyes wide and gaze at him, the two of you are sitting on the sofa watching some films. It was uncomfortable, yet Satoru always initiated a discussion with you.

"I- I’m not sure h–“

"You don’t date?”

You moved your head in a negative way.

You received a company at a young age, leaving you no time for dating, oh how you wish you could.

You consistently desire to experience dating, romance, and being in a relationship. Since you were born, you've never had any boyfriends, perhaps a crush when you were little, but what about now? No.

"Hey, that's fine. Let's have our dinner tomorrow, alright?" you smiled at him, feeling so cherished by him lately. On certain nights, the two of you discuss Diana, expressing that you miss her and he misses her.

The date went well, you and Satoru are becoming closer and more at ease with each other.

One night you dreamed a dream so vivid that it left you in tears upon waking. You look at the clock and realize that it’s 2 a.m. in the morning. You require additional sleep, yet you're unable to.

You walked towards Satoru’s room.

As you entered Satoru's room, you noticed he never locks it anymore since that event occurred.

You observed him slumbering, his expression serene, with long eyelashes closed and lips slightly ajar. You walk up to him and he suddenly becomes alert.

He lowered himself, massaging his tired eyes, “hey, are you alright?” Do you need anything?" he gazes at you now.

"I-I dreamed a...terrible nightmare," you said while glancing down, snuffling. "It was really bad s..satoru, it was truly frightening." You are crying now.

He takes your wrists and places you on his bed, you’re now sitting there. He puts his hand on your shoulder and directs you to lay your head on his shoulder.

"Shh, it's alright." he said as he gently patted your shoulders, and you shut your eyes, leaning your body against his.

Satoru gently placed you on his bed, and as his touch ghosted you, your eyes flew open, discovering him there. "I’m here."

He lay next to you and drew the blanket up to your chests, and you sense his arms enveloping you once more.

embracing you.

Upon waking, his arms are still wrapped around you, your back is to him, and you can sense his breath.

You were just about to stand when his powerful arms suddenly tugged you back, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Satoru, I have some works to complete."

He merely moans while still embracing you, he turns you to face him and you notice his eyes remain closed, yet his lips are smiling.

This man.

Following that, Satoru invites you to sleep in his room once more. Until it becomes your habit to sleep together.

“Mom? “

You abruptly withdrew from Satoru while the two of you were conversing on the sofa. Your head resting on his chest while his arm is around your back.

"Wow, I didn’t realize you’d be moving on so quickly?" his mother remarked.

"Not right now, please," Satoru said, but naturally, his mother always ignored his request.

"Excuse me? I'm truly glad for the two of you! I was taken aback, alright? I wasn't aware that she'd take Diana's place so quickly. You always claimed that she is your greatest love—" his mom halts when Satoru yells at her.

You gaze downward, tears streaming from your eyes.

What were your expectations? Certainly, she was his greatest love. You're foolish to believe that he can love you the way he loved her.

You fled from their home, you're in pain, a lot.

What made you believe you could take her place?

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Today is Satoru's birthday, and your mom is asking you to go to his house. You informed her that you are unable to, and since that day, you haven’t returned to Satoru's home.

You wish to wish him a happy birthday.

"Go on, darling. You have a present for him, correct?”You scowl at your mother and she simply laughs. "Come on, darling, I have a present for him too, alright?"

And you did, because how could you not? Your mother is pleading with you to take and give him her present!

As you reach the house, the music fills the air, you take a breath before entering.

As you open the door, the music abruptly halts and everyone turns to face you.

You nipped your bottom lip, and your hands began to tremble.

Unexpectedly, Satoru comes closer to you and grips your shaking hand tightly. "Uh, hey..." he proclaims. "She is-"

"She’s Diana’s boss!" You swallow at that.

"Mei Mei—"

The girl quickly snatches the present from your hand. Your present to him. "Let’s take a look..."

"Cut that out!" Satoru yelled.

You were trembling. Panting, you desire to grab the present from the girl's grasp, but you can't. You shut your eyes as they unveil the gift.

They laugh.

"Are you kidding? A keychain?" she stares at you with a look of disgust. "You know, if Diana is here, she'll bake him a cookie. Diana knows Satoru better than you do. Dia—‘

“Diana isn’t here!’ They gaze at Satoru in astonishment, including you.

‘She’s gone now, so please... please don’t bring her up.’" He told them, his eyes growing larger.

When you unexpectedly come to the understanding that you're still present, you dash out of the house, weeping.

However, this time Satoru wouldn't allow you to leave. He chases after you and catches you in his strong embrace.

He hugs you tightly from behind while you sob, burying your face in your hair.

"Don't leave..please."

You despise yourself, feeling so foolish for believing you have a chance.

It's evident he wishes to erase her from his mind while being with you, but it doesn't change the reality that she was his first and greatest love.

You push his hands away from your body and confront him. You see him in tears. "You mentioned… let's give each other a chance, but… do I stand a chance with you?" you weep.

He gazes at you with watery eyes, takes a step closer, and grasps your shaking hand. “You have..you always have..”

He gently dries your tears with his other hand and kisses your forehead, whispering,

"I love you."

You close your eyes, crying even more. You heard it. He stated it, he declared I love you.

"Please stop crying."

You acknowledge it now, no one can take Diana's place in his heart, you realize now.

Diana is both his first and greatest love. He cherished Diana, and now he will cherish you for the rest of his life.

He gently caresses your cheeks, gradually leaning in for a kiss, and you sense it, you feel the love and desire. You feel the love.

His lips are tender, mild. He desires for you to sense his affection for you. Then he encountered your tongue, drawing you nearer, arms encircling your waist while your arms curled around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Tongues dancing with each other, here you are with him, kissing under the moonlight.

You feel so loved.

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Satoru set the flowers next to Diana's grave, smiling as he gazed at her name.

He missed her, but he’s doing fine now.

After Diana passed away, Satoru felt lost, she was his entire world.

He can hardly believe that he is alive today and capable of loving again.

Diana left a mark on his heart, he loved her deeply and will cherish her forever.

"Hey, are you alright up there?" he inquired, looking at her name.

She had grown weary of life and chose to end it. Satoru attempted to prevent her, but they are both aware that regardless of the outcome, she will soon become an angel.

"I cant say ‘i love you’ to you now, you know? I will be having wife soon," he chuckles, imagining your adorable face.

"Technically, she's not my wife yet, I… will ask her to marry me tonight." He glances at the ring in his hand, envisioning himself placing it on your finger.

He’s so inlove.

“We will create a family, i know..that’s your dream..with me, but that’s also my dream, with her.”

Satoru understands that you and Diana are different, he had loved Diana, yet he realizes you are his for eternity. He was certain.

"I’m sorry, I-I love her..." he faltered at her grave. "I'm afraid to admit it, but I'm aware of my feelings, I know that this feeling is unique, this love is distinct from what I felt for you, I love her more than I loved you now." He's fearful that Diana might leave him, yet 'what ifs' linger in his thoughts.

"What if you hadn't died, would I still love her? Diana, I can't live without her..." he was becoming emotional, aware that Diana was both caring and altruistic.

Yet, he understands that he has to release her.

With your arrival in his life, the pain that Diana caused is gradually fading away. That's when he realized that Diana is his first love. And you, his greatest love .

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"You're incredibly beautiful," Satoru murmured as his hand glided over your body, the wedding had gone perfectly, and now you both are in bed together.

He kisses your neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot there. He’s whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re so beautiful’ in your ears.

His kisses traveled lower, until he caught your breasts, fondling them with both hands. "Satoru.."

"Thats it, love. “ He placed his mouth on your nipple, sucking it while pinching the other one with two fingers. Your back curves, completely drenched below.

Once he’s done, he gazed at you and kissed you, you were moaning into his lips. His fingers slid down until he found your covered sex. His thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan into his mouth, he pulled back and gazed at you. He smiled. "You're perfect," he murmurs.

"Satoru, more.." you pleaded, and he complied, lowering your skirt. He chuckled upon seeing you aroused.

"No, don't laugh," you cautioned him.

He moved your panties aside and slid a finger inside you, causing you to gasp, “Satoru!" You called him, back arching. You're like this for only one finger.

"Darling, you’re so sensitive ."

You moan loudly when he added a second finger, with two fingers inside you, and you were breathing heavily. Satoru wants to buried his self in you, yet he wants you to be ready beforehand.

He perceives you tightening around his fingers and picturing it with his cock instead . A breathy moan escapes your lips, your legs quivering as his fingers thrust rapidly.

You clutch the bedsheets, closing your eyes as you experience the pleasure. You're almost there. "Release it, darling, give it to me," he murmurs, kissing your knuckle while his fingers move faster inside you, causing you to moan louder and cream his finger.

Your legs tremble, spine bending as you reach climax. "You did great, darling." He kisses your forehead. "Satoru, I want you, please." He smiled and nodded at you, kissing your lips once more, while your hands moved to his chest, gently undressing him.

You're unsure about reaching out to him. "It's fine, I'm yours, my love."

He removed his trousers and underwear, and you glance at his bulge and erect member. You reach at it and make contact with its tip. Satoru tilts his head backward, his hands abruptly halting you.

You glance at him as he adjusts himself at your entrance, gently stroking your hair.

“Breathe, darling. “ And you do, you sensed his tip on your clit and now at your entrance. He gradually enters you, causing you to gasp. So enormous. When he entered you, you felt incredibly full. You extend your hand to satoru and he gradually leans towards you, causing your lips to connect.

He began to move, making you groan. "Satoru..." he entered you with a gradual rhythm. "Nngh.."

"Did that feel good, love?" he inquired, and you nodded in response. He began to thrust more rapidly, lifting one of your thighs onto his shoulder as he continued.

"Satoru! Feels...great..ah!" You moan to him and he pushes again, more forcefully this time. "That's it, love." You felt warm, you’re so tight around him, driving him crazy.

'Satoru..' you called, 'more..' He pressed roughly against your lips and quickened the pace, making your mind spin. You can hear the damp noise and his hips hitting against you.

"Satoru, I-m..." he was thrusting quickly, you look so messed up. You can’t concentrate, all that occupies your mind is how incredible Satoru was and the pleasure he’s giving you.

With one final thrust, you reach climax, your legs trembling as you draw him in. However, he continued, he’s pushing forward. "Too much! Satoru!”

He doesn't pay attention to you and keeps doing what he's doing. "I'm unable to... stop... I will make you mine, and we will build a family together." He said as he suddenly envisioned you with his child in your womb.

"You’re... growing larger inside... me!" He placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it vigorously and quickly.

"Come again for me, love, just once more." And you felt it once more, nearing the edge. You call out his name when you reach your climax, feeling his seeds within you as you both fall down.

He rests his forehead on yours and grins. "I love you," he says, and you return his smile. You lean in to kiss him, he then lies next to you, drawing you close to his chest while kissing your forehead.

"I bet by tomorrow you'll be pregnant." You swat his hand away, and he just chuckles at you. He drew you closer, encircling your waist with his arms, resting his chin on your head while inhaling the scent of your hair.

You both drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Diana smiling widely while congratulating you both.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　

a/n: thoughts? My first one shot! My fingers going to break rn.

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lavnder311 · 6 months ago

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Forced Proximity

Synopsis: In which the strongest and reader confess their feelings.

Themes: female reader, mutual pining, longing, HEAVY TENSION, some conflict, friends-to-lovers. Fluff, little bit of angst, kinda slow burn. Didn’t proofread but if you find something it’s definitely your eyes or screen 🙏 enjoy !

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When the news about floods and heavy rain rang through the halls of Jujutsu High, you never expected it to be much of an issue. Matter of fact, you thought it was like every other day during the Tsuyu season. Sighing, you took a look out the window from your classroom, coffee in hand, dreading the moment work is over before you’re drenched in rain.

You weren’t a teacher at Jujutsu High for long, only opting to take up the role since your long time friend and colleague, Gojo Satoru, was gone on missions quite often. When he came back, he was often tired and had discoloration around his eyes from the lack of rest, only for him to continue his work as normal, always putting a smile for his students in class. With you teaching, it gave him that time to rest a little extra before training his students one-on-one.

It wasn’t exactly a decision he agreed to, as he believed it was a burden he- as the strongest- should carry. It took many months before he finally considered your proposal. After all, you’d be safe at Jujutsu High, instead of fighting off curses in who knows where, right?

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“Oh come on Satoru,” you pleaded, reaching up to his eye level before being stopped by his infinity.

“Promise sweets,” he said with a dramatic sigh, reaching out to ruffle your hair before swiftly and effortlessly dodging your swat at his hand. “I’m fine. I’m the strongest, after all!” He flashed you a grin, his tone both playful and self-assured. He took out some candy from his pocket, popping it into his mouth before putting another right above your lips, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “C’mon, I know you want it.”

You frustratedly sighed, taking the candy and throwing it in the nearest trash bin. Crossing your arms, you gave him a pointed look as he quickly frowned, furrowing his brows in response. “Satoru, I’m bring serious. You can’t even tell me the last time you had 7-8 hours of rest. Or eaten a proper, nutritious, meal.” Emphasizing the last sentence, knowing he loves his sweets. (Of course the candy- not you. Right?) “Let me do this for you.” You pleaded, shoulders hanging in defeat.

His movements faltered for the slightest second before tilting his head back, humming in thought. “Well, I guess it’d be a nice vacation for you. Safer part of the job, no fighting curses, just keeping me company, aren’t ya?” His smirk all too knowing.

Sighing, you softly shook your head and rolled your eyes before giving him a look of worry. “I just.. I want to look out for you,”

He piped up in interest before swallowing another piece of candy he kept safely hidden. “Looking after the strongest will only get ya so far,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. “But why?” He asked, his tone shifting to genuine curiosity.

Now that, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- answer. Your friendship with Satoru was.. complicated. It was like walking a fine line between comfort and tension, one moment full of stolen glances and playful teasing, the next filled with casual flirtations- though, you were never really sure if that was just his way with everyone.

Most of the time, it was just Satoru pretending everything was fine when you knew he needed a break. He never let anyone see how much he carried, always wearing that smile. Most of the time, it was you two sitting atop of Jujutsu High, watching the sunset or laughing at a horror movie with stupid plots. Sometimes it was quiet walks to cafes or his favorite candy shops.

But right now? Now you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to make a decision. You glanced at him, hesitation in your tongue. Finally, you sighed and muttered, “Because you’re an absolute idiot.”

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“Attention all still at Jujutsu High,” a voice echoed through halls and classrooms, about 40 minutes after students resigned to their homes or designated rooms. “Weather conditions are not safe. I repeat, weather conditions are not safe. Please stay indoors until further notice.”

The thunder was almost impossible to miss, lightning making its way through the clouds, and heavy rain painting all that is Jujutsu High. Clearly, you weren’t going anywhere.

“Looks like I’m stuck,” you muttered, glaring out the rain-slick window. The storm outside almost seemed theatrical in its ferocity. Each flap of thunder rattled the walls of Jujutsu High, as if the world itself wanted to remind you that you couldn’t go anywhere.

A knock came from your door, an all too familiar one. Raising a brow, you sat up on your desk, crossing one leg over the other. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” A voice chimed in as the door opened. A voice too familiar, too smooth and unmistakably teasing.

You softly smiled seeing him come through the door, noticing he decided to opt into more casual clothing rather than his usual uniform and black blindfold.

“Satoru,” you greeted, your voice steady, though your heart did a little flip at the sight of him. It was almost unfair how effortlessly good he looked, even in casual clothes. A black coat paired with a white shirt underneath and black pants tailored to fit his lengthy figure. His hair, usually spiked and tall, looked softer- almost as though he hadn’t bothered fixing it before coming to see you.

He closed the door behind him with an air on nonchalance, leaning back as he crossed his arms. “Missed me already, sweets?” He teased, his lips curling into a lazy grin.

“You mean in the forty minutes since we last spoke?” You quipped, resting your chin in your hand, playfully grinning at him. “I’m not sure if I could have bared any longer without you.” You teased right back, your tone light but betraying a flicker of something deeper.

Satoru’s grin widened, his ego soaking up the attention as he leaned casually against your desk. “See? I knew you couldn’t resist me. I’m the highlight of everyone’s day as the strongest, after all.”

You rolled your eyes, but the playful glint in his expression made it impossible to look away. “Highlight? More like a recurring inconvenience.”

“Ouch.” He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “And here I thought we were bonding. Guess I’ll just take my charm elsewhere.”

You chuckled, putting your hands up in defense. “Don’t let me stop you.” You replied, though the words lacked bite. If anything, the thought of him leaving sent a pang of disappointment through you. You quickly masked it with a smirk, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

But Satoru didn’t move. He stayed rooted in his place, his usual easy grin faltering just slightly. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than it should have, softening in a way that felt almost too intimate. The playful banter that defined so many of your interactions seemed to melt away, leaving something raw and unspoken.

“Actually,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant, “I think I’ll stick around.”

There was a weight to his words, a vulnerability that didn’t match his usual carefree demeanor. His tone lacked the teasing lilt you’d grown so used to, and it caught you off guard.

You glanced up at him, expecting another sly remark, but what you found instead made your chest tighten. His eyes, visible beneath his tinted glasses, were fixed on you- not with his usual amusement, but with a kind of longing he didn’t bother to hide. The storm outside roared, but in the silence between you, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you.

For a second, you thought he might say something else, something you weren’t sure you were ready to hear. But instead, he shifted slightly, running a hand through his hair in what felt like an attempt to break the tension.

“I mean, who else is going to put up with me in a storm like this?” He added, the teasing edge returning to his voice, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You let out a shaky breath, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your own emotions swirling just as chaotically as the weather outside. “Lucky me,” you managed, keeping your tone light even as your heart raced.

He smiled faintly, but it wasn’t his usual playful smirk. It was softer, tinged with something you couldn’t quite name. And as he leaned casually against the edge of your desk, the space between you felt charged. Like both of you were waiting for something to happen- a shy confession, a flirt, maybe even something more- something neither of you dared to name.

Thunder shook the walls of Jujutsu High, causing your desk to slightly tremble. The sound echoed in the silence, as if the storm itself was urging something to break.

Suddenly clearing your throat, you forced yourself to look away, breaking the eye contact that held you captive.

“Well!” You quipped, trying to shake off the heaviness in the air. Satoru’s gaze was no longer on you, but rather the rain outside. His features were softened against the dim light, his jaw- that was usually relaxed and quick to smile, tightened for just a moment- barely noticeable if you hadn’t been watching him so closely.

“You’re unusually quiet,” you ventured, your tone light but curious. It wasn’t like him to let silences linger, especially not around you.

He let out a low hum, finally turning his head toward you. “Just thinking sweets,” he said, his voice smoother now, though something about it felt guarded.

“Thinking?” you echoed, raising a brow. “That’s a dangerous pastime for someone like you.”

His lips quirked into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Funny,” he murmured, taking a step closer to your desk, his fingers brushing the wood as if testing its solidity—or maybe just grounding himself. “But even I have my moments.”

You tilted your head, studying him carefully. The Satoru you knew was always confident, always teasing, always larger than life. But now, under the weight of the storm, there was something quieter about him, something you weren’t used to seeing.

“Care to share?” you asked softly, folding your arms across your chest.

He hesitated, just for a second, his hand stilling on your desk. His glasses reflected the flicker of lightning outside, masking his eyes, but you could feel the intensity of his gaze all the same.

“Not much to share,” he said finally, though his tone lacked its usual bravado. “Just wondering how many more storms we’ll have to sit through before someone…” He trailed off, his smirk fading into something softer, almost wistful. “…does something about it.”

Your heart stuttered at his words, at the way they felt so much bigger than the weather outside. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat, drowned out by the thunder that rattled the walls once more.

“Maybe… hypothetically,” you began, your voice softer now, as if testing the waters, “a little push could help. You know, fire things up, I suppose.”

Satoru’s lips quirked into a small smile, but there was something unreadable in his expression, something that made your cheeks burn. “A little push, huh?” he echoed, his tone low and teasing, though there was an edge to it, like he was daring you to say more.

You shrugged, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of his stare. “I mean, sometimes things just… need a spark to get going. Isn’t that what storms are for?”

His fingers drummed lightly against the desk, his gaze never leaving you. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice dipping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Playing with fire can be dangerous.”

“Maybe,” you countered, leaning back slightly to put some space between you, though the tension still thrummed in the air. “But isn’t that what makes it exciting?”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the words hanging between you like the crackle of lightning in the storm. His smile faded into something softer, something that felt almost too raw to look at.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. His words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and unshakable. “The storm.. it wouldn’t be easy.”

His gaze, fixed on you, was softer now, stripped of its usual teasing confidence. It was as if he wasn’t just talking about the weather anymore, and the weight of his unspoken thoughts sent a ripple of unease and anticipation through you.

You swallowed, your heart racing as you tried to decipher the layers behind his words. “No,” you replied quietly, your voice barely steady. “It wouldn’t be easy. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth facing.”

His lips parted slightly, as though your response had caught him off guard. For once, he didn’t have a quick comeback, no smirk to hide behind. Instead, he shifted, stepping just a little closer, the space between you shrinking with each beat of the thunder outside.

“Sometimes storms destroy everything in their path,” he murmured, his voice so low it was almost lost beneath the rain hammering against the windows. “And sometimes… they make things clearer. Wash it all clean.”

You felt your breath hitch at the rawness in his tone, the vulnerability he rarely allowed to show. “Which one is this?” you asked softly, your voice carrying a hint of challenge but also something more—hope.

He hesitated, his fingers curling into a loose fist as though he were holding himself back. “That depends,” he said finally, his gaze never wavering from yours. “On whether you think it’s worth the risk.”

Every word, every glance, felt like it could tip the fragile balance you were both clinging to. “I do,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

And for the briefest of moments, Satoru looked like he might close the distance entirely, the hesitation in his eyes giving way to something fierce, something undeniable.

The storm outside roared, the thunder cracking loud enough to rattle the glass panes, but neither of you flinched. Instead, the silence between you seemed louder, charged with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the courage to voice.

“You’re serious,” he murmured, almost to himself, the faintest edge of disbelief in his tone. His hand moved instinctively, brushing against the desk before retreating, as if he wasn’t sure whether to close the gap between you or hold himself back.

“Would I have said it if I wasn’t?” you countered, your voice steadier than you felt.

His gaze searched yours, his usual cocky exterior stripped away, leaving nothing but raw vulnerability. It was rare to see him like this, rare for him to let the mask slip. And yet, here he was, standing before you as if the storm outside had laid him bare.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he asked, his voice barely audible, almost swallowed by the rain.

“Get what?” you pressed, your heart hammering in your chest.

He exhaled sharply, his hand running through his hair in frustration. “That I’m not afraid of the storm out there,” he said, nodding toward the rain-soaked window. “I’m afraid of the one in here.” His hand moved, just slightly, as if to gesture to the space between you, the unspoken feelings that hung like static in the air.

“I’ll be busy almost all the time, and the little time I do get, it’s to rest and train my students..” he began, worry filling his eyes. “And where would that leave time for you? For us?”

The confession hit you like a bolt of lightning, sudden and blinding. Your throat tightened as you tried to find the words, but nothing came.

“Satoru…” you started, but the sound of his name on your lips made him flinch, as if it carried too much weight, too much meaning.

He looked away, the flicker of worry in his eyes dimming as if he’d said too much. “It’s not fair to you,” he continued, his voice quieter now, almost drowned out by the rain. “To expect you to be okay with… scraps of my time, with someone who can’t even promise to be around when it matters most.”

Your chest ached at the way his voice cracked on the last word, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He wasn’t just pushing you away—he was scared. Scared of letting you in, of not being enough.

“Satoru,” you repeated, the sound of his name pulling his gaze back to yours. His expression faltered, the weight of his insecurities etched into every line of his face.

“Don’t,” he murmured, his hand lifting as though to stop you, but he didn’t pull away when you stepped closer.

“You don’t get to decide what’s fair for me,” you said firmly, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. “I know what this is—what we are. And I don’t care how busy you are, or how little time you think you have. I care about you, Satoru. Isn’t that enough?”

His eyes widened, his composure slipping further as the tension between you reached a breaking point. The storm outside seemed to echo the chaos in your chest, the thunder roaring like an unspoken promise waiting to be fulfilled.

“You make it sound so simple,” he said, a faint, shaky laugh escaping him. But there was no mistaking the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his hand finally reached out to rest on the edge of your desk, inches from yours.

“Maybe it is,” you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid thrum of your heartbeat. “Maybe you’re the one making it complicated.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, the vulnerability in his eyes giving way to something warmer, something that made your breath catch. His hand shifted, fingers brushing against yours—hesitant, tentative, like he was afraid to cross the line but couldn’t stop himself.

His fingers lingered against yours, warm and tentative, before he finally laced them together. The subtle touch sent a jolt through you, more powerful than any thunder outside. His grip tightened slightly, as though he feared letting go would mean losing something he couldn’t afford to.

“You really think it’s that easy?” he asked, his voice quieter now, yet laced with an edge of disbelief.

“I think you’re worth it,” you said simply, the words carrying more conviction than you thought possible. “I’m not asking for perfect. I’m asking for real—for you. Isn’t that enough?”

He let out a breath he didn’t seem to realize he was holding, his free hand brushing through his hair in a rare display of vulnerability. The usual smirk that would have accompanied your boldness was nowhere to be found. Instead, his lips parted slightly, his brows furrowed, as though trying to comprehend the weight of your words.

“You have no idea what you’re signing up for,” he muttered, shaking his head. But his fingers stayed locked with yours, betraying the battle between his mind and his heart. “It’s messy. I’m messy.”

“Then I guess I’ll learn to handle messy,” you replied without hesitation, stepping closer. The space between you was nearly nonexistent now, the storm outside a mere echo to the one building between you. “You don’t have to do this alone, Satoru.”

His jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “You’re not making this easy,” he said, his voice wavering.

“Good,” you said, your tone soft but resolute. “Because the things that matter never are.”

For a moment, his expression cracked, his usual cool façade shattering under the intensity of your gaze. His hand let go of the desk and rose slowly, hesitantly, as if unsure of its place. But then his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch featherlight, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he pressed too hard.

“Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?” he asked, but there was no malice in his words, only a quiet reverence that made your heart skip.

“Because someone has to be,” you whispered, leaning into his touch without thinking.

The silence stretched between you, charged and trembling, until he finally broke it. “You’re going to ruin me,” he said, the faintest hint of a smirk returning to his lips.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice a little breathless. “But isn’t that what makes it exciting?”

And then, before either of you could second-guess it, he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that felt both hesitant and inevitable, like the meeting of two storms destined to collide.

His lips were warm against yours, soft and deliberate, like he was testing the waters of something he had fought against for too long. The world outside seemed to dissolve—the thunder, the rain, even the walls of Jujutsu High—leaving only the two of you in the center of it all.

When he pulled back, it was barely an inch, his forehead resting against yours as his breath mingled with your own. His hand still cradled your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin as though grounding himself in the reality of this moment.

“I’m not sure what’s scarier,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “The storm outside or how much I don’t want to let you go.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled softly, your hand reaching up to cover his where it rested against your cheek. “Then don’t,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the chaos of feelings threatening to overwhelm you.

He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as though he was surrendering to something he’d fought for too long. “You make it sound so easy,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching into the faintest smile.

“It doesn’t have to be hard,” you replied, letting your fingers trail down to intertwine with his again. “We’ll figure it out—together. Like we always have.”

The vulnerability in his eyes was replaced by something lighter, something hopeful, and it made your chest tighten. For once, Satoru Gojo—the strongest sorcerer you knew—looked like a man who believed he could rely on someone else.

“Together,” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like a promise.

The sound of thunder rumbled again, but this time it felt distant, less intrusive. Satoru straightened, his hand slipping from your face but staying firmly locked with yours.

“Well, we’ve already survived one storm,” he said, his usual teasing tone creeping back as he gestured to the window. “What’s a few more, right?”

You chuckled, shaking your head at him. “Always so dramatic.”

His grin widened, though it didn’t quite mask the sincerity lingering in his eyes. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Unfortunately, I wouldn’t.”

The two of you stood there for a moment longer, the storm outside gradually fading into a softer rhythm. It wasn’t a resolution to everything—there were still obstacles ahead, uncertainties and fears to navigate—but it felt like the beginning of something real.

Satoru squeezed your hand, pulling you toward the door with a newfound ease in his step. “Come on,” he said, flashing you a playful smirk. “Let’s see if we can find something to eat before the next storm rolls in. And maybe you can tell me how you plan to ‘handle messy.’”

You laughed, letting him lead the way. “Oh, you’ll see.”

And as the two of you walked down the hall, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, the storms were worth it after all.

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Ugh it’s been so long since I’ve written and I’ve been so invested with my job. Anyways, here’s this piece for Gojo! 🩷

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk satoru #satoru gojo #gojo fics #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjkxreader #jjk fluff

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gojo-mochi · 2 years ago

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Gojo would be into free use but not in the way you think. He doesn’t want to be using you, he wants you to be using him. He loves the attention but he won’t keep his mouth shut during any of it unless you shut it up yourself. Loves it when you play with his hair, especially his undercut, practically purrs when you runs your hands up and under it.

Wanna play with his cock? Go ahead, he’ll lean back, sitting manspread as you fiddle around with his pants. Just fishing his soft cock out and letting you do whatever you want to it. Stroke it, lick it, spit on it, choke on it, whatever.

He secretly loves it when you get him all riled up and just leaves him afterwards. Pushing his throbbing dick back in his pants after playing around with him. His precum ruined so many boxers but he have enough money to buy as many as he needs.

Having a bad day? Just go ahead and push his mouth on you needy cunt, baby. Tug and grip on his hair all you want. Ride his face, tell him exactly where you want him to tongue fuck you. He’s here for your pleasure. Just need a cuddle, of course! Sit right on his laps, doesn’t matter if he’s on a phone call with Yaga or anything.

Put your hands on his chest, massage his pecs, grind on his lap. He’s here for you, doll. Bounce and ride in his cock, don’t let him cum until he’s begging for release. He loves it when you edge him to the brink, being the strongest he never felt so weak unless it came to you. He trusts you so much to bring him to this point.

Though be careful if you rile him up too much, he might just break and pin you down, stuffing you full of cock until you’re the sobbing mess underneath him instead.

#softy talks to you (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;)#₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy writes #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo fics #gojo headcanons #Jjk smut #jjk x reader #this isn’t my bday fic ajskskd it jus thoughts I had in my chair #tw free use

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hazelll-trisk · 9 months ago

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Bestfriend! Gojo, who's fingering you in his car while you and your boyfriend are having a call, he does it so well, the way his fingers are hitting your g-spot.

"I'm okay.. ah!" you scream as he pinches your clitoris so hard that you press the mute button. "Stop it."

But instead he speeds up his fingers, and you can't take it anymore, you're so close. "You want to cum, baby? End that call, and I'll make you cum."

#gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo fics #drabbles #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #i dont know what is this lol

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shidouryusm · 2 years ago

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little universe - gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: in the last hours of dusk you realise how much Satoru means to you

word count: 1.4k

content: soft satoru, way too soft reader, fluff.

a.n - im too disgustingly soft for this towering paintbrush. I will kiss his eyes a thousand times

The summer sky casted an endless blue, painting the skyline with her depth. Somewhere in the distance, the silence of this passing hour was cut by the songs of cicadas. and in the midst, you see Satoru. sitting on the porch, propped against the door. a hand resting against his cheek as his eyes reach the infinity of the blue ahead of him.

“toru?” your voice prompting him to break the unsaid staring contest and look at you. You bring your hand, raking through his hair, it’s muscle memory for you at this point. His hair, slightly damp from the shower earlier,was flattened over his forehead, tufts of it covering the cerulean eyes. His hair felt like light clouds drifting through your fingers,holding a softness in it that makes you wanna play with it forever.

Satoru hums, feeling your touch. a sweet smile playing along his lips as he watches you take a seat beside him.

“you planning something devious? sitting like that.”, gojo laughs– a small breathy laughter, escaping his nostrils. his lips curving into his one sided smile upon your words.“can’t a man enjoy the simplicity of the nature. must I always be doing something”

“well, you aren’t exactly the type to…meditate under the nature, 'toru. it’s natural for me to conclude you’re probably plotting” you slash your hand against your throat “– world destruction or something nefarious like that. I'm not opposed at all though” you shrug your shoulders.

Gojo laughs again, a bit louder this time. his childish chuckle mixing with the buzz of the cicadas. A swarm of giddiness runs down your spine at his unadulterated boyishness.

“Is this what you feel about me, darling? well, that’s saddening”, his large hand wraps you around your shoulder, pulling you against him, your body flush against the sides as you encircle your arm around his waist, you feel his thumb rubs small circles on your shoulder. Satoru presses a small kiss between your eyes before resting his cheek against you. An act of sheer comfort and tranquility.

Silence veils over you both once again as you watch the blue sky deepening her shade, encroaching the night’s call. The colour of it resembling your lover’s eyes inadvertently making you look at them.

His eyes holds depth you can’t bring yourself to fathom. eyes that have witnessed acts you wish you could reverse time and undo. eyes that have seen through the uglies of the world that sometimes all you want is to wrap your hands around and protect them.

Yet these eyes hold unbounded beauty. eyes that conveys infinite promises to you. eyes that have never left the glint of mischievousness.

Eyes with so many layers of blue that you could sit down and point them out. Eyes even beautiful than the spread of the sky above and eyes that has left you falling more and more for him every passing day.

“thinking something about me, sweetheart?” his drawling voice brings you back. His eyes are narrowed at you, eyebrows raised, as he brings his face closer. His nose brushes against your temples, small breaths tickling the skin, while he plants a sudden, sloppy and a rather wet kiss on your cheek. “you wanna go in for some–”

“Toru, that is vile. did you just smear your spit on me” you scrunch your face, touching the damp spot on your cheek where he kissed.

“Why you’re acting like I don’t do it every nigh….HEY OW OKAY SORRY” you pinch his sides with your arm that was wrapped around his waist. Glowering at him before resuming to lean against his chest, “sit here quiet and nicely.”

“so mean.” you hear him mutter before tightening his hold on you, bringing you even closer. You smile, feeling his head resting against you again, as he releases a contented sigh.

A waft of wind blows through the front porch. You watch the overgrown lawn swaying along the rhythm. There’s a sense of vulnerability in this moment, with the lingering hues of the fleeting blue hour. You and him. Unprotected yet so shielded within each other.

Satoru’s heartbeat echos through your ear. The constant murmurs of his heart that is too big for his own good, sends your thoughts to an overdrive.

His cheeky persona has always masked the care and love he harbours for the younger generation. His countless attempts have always wanted to set apart the world from the raw ugliness that he had to endure. His growth over the years has set himself on the pedestal of “the honored one”. A beacon of hope. The strongest of the Jujutsu world. A one man army to fix every twisted mess of Jujutsu.

But to how many is he Satoru? A raging sweet-tooth who takes drink orders, unimaginably sweeter for a normal human. A guy with a palm-in-the-face dressing sense. Someone who will mess up the bathroom in the mornings.Someone who will purposely use your shower stuff because it feels like you’re with me always. Someone who will pout and jut his lips to get something they want, too endearing for you to stick to your uptightness. Someone who purposely spoils a movie for you if he watched it ahead.

Someone who displays all the pride in the world while mentioning his students as if they are his flesh and blood,often treating them with whatever they demand. Someone who has a laughter ringing like a dulcet, and someone who is just…purely Satoru.

You raise your head, facing him as you cup his cheek. A little sudden to surprise him but nonetheless melting into the touch. Your thumb rubs the rosy apple of his cheek, while his lips press a quick kiss to the inside of your palm.

“don’t you get tired, toru?” your voice dripping with earnesty, your eyes pleading him to say yes just so you can say take some rest.

Your insides points accusatory fingers to the world to make them see him as him. To let him take a break. To let him be his old self.

“I certainly do. I just wanted some sexy time with you and you turned me down. Im tired of being heartbroken all the time, baby”, satoru feigns sadness, closing his eyes with mocking despair. You shake your head, knowing he would avert it.

“Toru, you know what I’m talk-”

He stops you mid sentence with an abrupt small kiss, his lips tentatively hovers over yours before completely resting them. His large hand palming most of your face, tucking a hair behind your ear.

The kiss, unlike every other, held unsaid words. As if your toru understood what you meant and conveys the answers wordlessly through shared lips and breaths.

He pulls away, tucking your head against the crevice of his neck,his hands tangled in your hair, “I have you, my sweets. You may be a little obnoxious, leaving my heart into pieces, but having you is enough for me. more than enough if possible” his soft voice resonates in your ears.

Your throat feels lumpy at his words, arms tightening their hold on him. His admission filling a gap in your heart you never knew you had. You understand what he meant. The world may be oblivious to this side of his, but you aren’t.

The vulnerability that he pours out to you singles you out from them. The rest may anchor themselves on him, but he rests on you – forever will. A piece of his youth has still remained and it is cradled safe in your hearts. Away from the world, forming a makeshift universe – holding just you and him.

He may be the strongest to the world but he was Satoru to you. The messy haired teenager you somehow managed to fall in love with. The haughty second year who grew into an individual filled with love bigger than the sky and compassion touching ends of the universe. It was your Satoru amidst the “honoured one”

“Well, you’re stuck with me now, no matter how much obnoxious you find me. You dug yourself a hole with this one”, a kiss plants against his chest, right where his heart is. right where the unbroken universe of yours resides.

“Oh did I? how unfortunate of me”

As the last light of the fleeting evening hides under the blanket of nightfall, you make a promise to safeguard this Satoru away from the broken world.

oh to kiss this dumbass between the eyes and keep him in my pocket

oh tagging @stsgluver because baby said so

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mobutofu · 1 year ago

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gojo satoru fic rec masterlist

ghost gone solid - ghost!satoru, best friend!suguru

body swap

desperate nonutnov handjob

stepbro!satoru, dacryphilia, breeding

cmming in his pants

clingy high!satoru

got you! - yandere!satoru

virgin!satoru x suguru's gf

coach!gojo

everyone knows that i'm a good girl officer

yandere!gojo's first valentine

snow leopard!satoru

obsessive fanboy!gojo x idol!reader

somno bj

meeting a girl who can ride him to tears

virg!gojo makeout gone wild

she ride the d like a carnival

gojo being drunk and loud

dub highlights

needy drunk!gojo

scssoring w shoko + satosugu

boy next door!gojo

bff!gojo

suguru loves walking in on you and gojo

perv!gojo x virgin!gf

jealous gojo corrupting you when you start dating boys

fixated promises - yan!gojo

gojo can't resist the urge to rock his hips into you

somnophilia

touching gojo (not)

gojo kissing your ribs

drunk gojo x exgf!reader

needy gojo overstimulated and humping you from behind

shhh dont cry

gojo doesn't know personal space

gojo needy after a mission

fucking you raw for the first time

fucking you hard with company in the other room

possessive bf!gojo buys you a gold necklace with his initials

otaku gojo! x bimbo!reader

my husband's best friend - jealous gojo

satoru making it fit with little step sis

gojo making his stepsister cry

perv!gojo who finally gets to fuck his roommate

college fucktoy ft. geto and shoko

obsessed

#gojo #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo fics #gojo fic recs

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tawus · 2 years ago

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do you have any fic recs for gojo? on either ao3 or tumblr, doesn’t matter

Here are some Gojo fic recs by an avid Gojo fic consumer:

Fic Rec list 1

Fic Rec list 2

And I personally enjoyed September's characterisations of Gojo in Stop Me

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#ask tawus #gojo #gojo fics #gojo fic recs #fic recs #anon

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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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SHOUTOUT to the new comers that are harping on my wife Chrissy about updates, chill out. People like this annoy the fuck out of me, like yall don't understand that people have literal lives, we don't revolve around you sweetie. A week per chapter is a luxury with how much Chrissy write's and how much love she puts into her stories. Don't rush her art people, be grateful you are getting these stories and show her the love she deserves. If you are so impatient go write your own story or check out her other AMAZING fics, as someone who has read every single one of them, even her stories that she no longer has able to read, EVERYONE ONE OF YOU WILL FIND ONE YOU LIKE. If you like p-star satoru so much i feel that you will enjoy "Would you come with me?" or maybe "Take me home Tonight" or even "Time after Time" all of these are finished and absolute masterpieces. So kindly shut the fuck up and be appreciate you get updates at all. Now for my one on one with my pretty amazing talented wife Chrissy. This chapter of p-star satoru was so adorable and yummy like yes PLEASE. God i need him so bad why can't he be real. I also forgot to write my thoughts about the most recent dr hojo update and sigh, my crazy doctor.. i'm glad he FINALLY communicated but poor reader is going through the ringer. Like choso how i love you but my poor baby had no idea about the inner turmoil she already was experiencing about the subject and my heart breaks. Dare i say my angst doctor fic gets a hidden baby trope.. speaking hypothetically of course tehe. Anyways just love and adore you mwah mwah and the others can fuck off, i will ALWAYS be Chrissy's #1 defender.

Baaabe I adore you!!! You are such a day one Ao3 love of mine, I freaking swearrr <3 You truly know just how much and how often I do post/write/update goodness I think my first story (Time after Time) I wrote like 100k in 3 months!!! And similar with Take me Home Tonight but like 130k!! Those are such good recs if people do like the Pornstar Satoru, I think with an influx of new people directing them to all my old works in between updates is such a good idea.

I love love love you!! Also omg, Dr. Gojo (my most unread Gojo fic aha) Got SO angsty, didn't it, he's suchhh a damn mess. Oof you're not far off secret baby lol. And Pornstar Gojo has been a fucking delight but it's gonna have angst of course- how can I not have at least some? You are one of my fave ppl ever a true ride or die since my first story last year and I appreciate you so muchhh

#inbox #thank you bb <3 #ilysmm #fic writing #gojo fics #jjk fics

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vagabond-umlaut · 2 years ago

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gray cashmere

Solitude makes many a tough decision too easy to make.

However, is one truly ever 'one'? Or are they 'one' from a collection of many such 'one's' — guaranteed to be affected by the actions of one another?

Strictly isolated systems are mere hypotheses, anyways.

[Alternatively: Amanai Riko's life overlaps with that of three young students from Tokyo Jujutsu High for only fifty-five hours, yet the effects they leave on her and the effects she leaves on them– they can be felt even after a period of one-hundred-and-fifty-five months.]

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! fem! reader; 4400 words of me trying my best to forget the horror of the 'Hidden Inventory Arc' by writing THE CANON-DIVERGENT FIC I DESPERATELY NEEDED TO FUNCTION ATP; riko is the little sister yours truly the reader never had; kuroi is the gentle sunshine on a winter afternoon; THE sweet romance between satoru & reader; suguru is the most awesome best friend and/or brother figure ever; FUSHIGURO TOJI IS HIS OWN WARNING; Hidden Inventory Arc Spoilers with Canon-Level Violence; Angst with a Happy Ending.

▸ notes: The reader's CT was to read others' thoughts freely without them knowing, but after a binding vow she undertook when young [disgusted with the way the old geezers governing the jujutsu society misused it for their personal gains], she lost it, gaining the ability to instantaneously kill an entity the moment she opts to read their mind in place. Not even a special-grade can stop her attack. Aniki = older brother in Japanese.

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ the gif, divider and characters used ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

DAY 1; 11:44

Yours is a beautiful, awful life when it's the one chosen for the sake of all.

Everyone everywhere will remain smiling, crying, speaking, yelling, moving – living, if put in a word– yet you'll be nothing more than a name and, if lucky, a fading face filed away in a mind. Yet, yet, yet– everyone everywhere will remain smiling, crying, speaking, yelling, moving— and one young Amanai Riko thinks that's what makes her fate so bearable.

Too bad one of her three bodyguards doesn't think along such lines.

"She's too young to die. Why is she even agreeing to this merger?"

Your quiet voice breaks Riko's scuttling from one room to another, in search of the things she needs for school.

Craning her neck, she peeks into the room, only to find you standing by the windows, holding a cup of tea delicately as you look intently at your companions. Geto's shoulders rise and fall in a short sigh. Gojo gets up from his slouch on the couch to drape an arm round you.

The girl thinks it's the softest she has seen the goggles-wearing boy appear in the time you all have been here.

(Honestly, this is the first time she is seeing Gojo act so careful and you, so disquietened, in the three hours the three of you have been here—

A jarring contrast to the way the boy introduced you as 'the coolest and hottest jujutsu sorcerer ever' who also happens to be his 'better half' while you greeted them with a beam (which did not reach your eyes) and turned away, focus switching to your beeping mobile.)

(Geto looked like an old grandpa then, when he whispered to Kuroi, a wide smile on his face as he looked at you, how difficult it was for the two of you to get together as a couple – and how happy and relieved he and your other friends are now, watching the two of you be so very in love with each other. Kuroi let out only a tiny quiet sigh with a small gentle smile at his words.)

Your boyfriend's voice pulls her away from her mind.

"You heard the brat, didn't you? She is Tengen-sama; Tengen-sama is her. So she isn't really going to die; she's going to live forever and ever and eve–"

"I thought I was the one who couldn't read between lines well in this relationship, 'Toru," you interrupt him, frowning. Riko finds it too hard to stifle the giggle that threatens to follow – albeit, the threat doesn't stay strong for long, vanishing away at your next words. Thrown into the room, a mix of visible anger and despair.

"The kid was obviously spouting all that nonsense, more as a means to convince herself than to convince us," you say; the young student considers bursting into the room, exclaiming she ain't a little kid, yet a voice in her urges her to stay put outside the door. Begrudgingly, she listens to it. You continue, tone the same as before.

"There's some part in Riko-chan which doesn't really want to merge with Master Tengen, but a burden once dumped on one's shoulders has to be carried, and Riko-chan has no option left but to choke that wily voice in her head until it quietens forever."

Gojo's eyes drift over to the door once. A bit startled and a lot scared, Riko shrinks into herself, yet budges not an inch from her spot. Focus returning to your puckered features, the junior high schooler watches him croon softly into your ears, "Babe, how about we discuss–"

"I don't think there'll be a later, Satoru," you say, then exhale air out in a burst of clear frustration, "And I seriously cannot understand how in this world you and Geto senpai can be so relaxed about this? Y'all are answering Yaga's calls as if Riko's an important but lifeless mail, while we three are some FedEx employees and not three sorcerers leading a girl a few years younger than us to her death, grinning and singing."

The cup in your grasp looks dangerously close to shattering; not to mention the way your cursed energy swells and swells until it comes too close to suffocating the hell out of her — it ebbs away faster than it came.

Face morphing into an easy smile, the girl watches you slip out from under your boyfriend's arm and walk over to her. She wishes the grin she shoots back is half as bright as she hopes it is.

"Hey, Riko-chan," you greet, voice shifting into a soothing melody, "Ready to go to school? Geto senpai's already called the driver. He must be waiting downstairs."

"Oh, I see," Riko responds, a bit lost as her gaze rakes over your face, then darts over to the two still in the room. The weird-bangs-sorcerer offers a small smile while he cuts an apple into slices. The other boy's eyes remain trained on the back of your head, upbeat nature nowhere to be seen.

She looks back at you. Kuroi asks her to hurry via a frantic yell of her name. The girl sighs and slowly moves into the direct line of sight of everyone.

"Have any of you seen a thin blue notebook anywhere? I can't find my music no– OH MY GOD, ONEE-CHAN!!! YOUR STUPID AS HECK BOYFRIEND DID NOT JUST MAKE PAPER PLANES OUT OF MY NOTES, DID HE!?!?"

———

DAY 2; 19:55

"Satoru is not really bad, y'know?"

Your comment arrives few hours and many adventures later – though Riko wonders how much of an adventure they were for you or the two upperclassmen of yours, given the way you three were kicking ass for the entirety of the time, both before and after Kuroi was captured.

Lips curving into a teasing smile – one which the woman, taking care of her since the latter's childhood, shares – the teenager returns her attention to you.

You blink back, a tiny smile playing with the corner of your lips before it widens, digging into your cheeks and crinkling your eyes.

"What?" you ask with a giggle, "Is there something on my face? Or is suggesting my boyfriend to be kind of good really that outlandish of a concept?"

"Hmm, do you want the nice answer or the honest answer?" Riko asks back, plopping a spoonful of the ice cream you bought, then breaking into a shiver as her brain freezes from how insanely cold it is. Neither you nor Kuroi bothering to hide your chuckles, you hum. "I'm not sure which I will find honest and which, nice; why don't you shoot both my way, Riko-chan?" you suggest then add, mirth gleaming in your voice, "Of course, when you're okay again, only then."

The girl thinks of retorting to you with a silent glare but opts to think better of it. Couple of minutes pass in almost silence, Kuroi and you chit-chatting about Okinawa in general while the three of you amble down the sidewalk lining the inky-black sea, casting eerie shadows in the sparse lights dotting the streets — when she decides to reply to your suggestion from before.

"I don't really think Gojo-san is a bad person," She says, stopping and offering you a smile over her shoulder. You too stop and accept it with a bright smile of your own.

Riko continues, "I mean, yeah, he's very, very annoying all the time – making fun of me and calling me a kid or brat – but if you chose him to be your boyfriend, I guess he's kind of fine. Maybe. Plus, you don't really seem to have a bad taste," she adds with an appreciative once-over at the sundress you're wearing.

You crack an amused grin. Riko turns to her caretaker. "C'mon, Kuroi. Tell onee-chan. She has a pretty nice taste in outfits, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, you do," the other woman is quick to agree with a kind grin, "I suppose Riko-sama is correct in saying this; although, Riko-sama..." trailing off, Kuroi smiles at the addressed girl the way she used to in her childhood, whenever the latter used to babble the stuff children always do, and gently rebukes.

"Having a good taste in outfits is not the best indicator of someone's taste in men. You must never view a person from an angle as shallow as that."

"Kuroi-san is right, Riko-chan," you pitch in your two cents an instant later, then cast the woman beside you a sly glance, "Though I wonder if that was an indirect criticism of 'Toru... I hope it wasn't – was it?"

"No, of course not," Kuroi denies with a small laugh. Riko watches you crack a freer smile at her words, which slowly softens when you move your gaze back to her. The ice cream in her hand seems four seconds away from melting; still the girl decides to ignore it in favour of giving you her undivided attention.

(Ever since she met you three, you've always struck the young girl as someone a bit... different.

From the way you train your focus on your opponents during a fight; to the way you speak, neither too loud nor too quiet, just the perfect loudness and pitch required to snatch everyone's attention and keep them for yourself; to the way you carry yourself, neither as pompous arrogant akin Gojo nor as discreet smug as Geto, but as a girl who is aware of her worth and won't hesitate to show another their place, if the need so arises.

Riko thinks if she lived a little longer, she might have wanted to make you her role model. Not that it matters now, though.)

Your musing voice break through her thoughts.

"Satoru was the one who suggested this trip," you say, sharing a half-smile with Kuroi, "The best option would have been to take you back to the school as soon as possible, where you and Kuroi-san would be safe and sound. Plus, our mission too would have been complete. An extra feather to our cap, given we delivered the Star Plasma Vessel to Tengen-sama and secured the foundations the entire Japan is based on. Yet he argu–"

You abruptly fall silent, the loving look on your face withering to one of helplessness and profound sadness when the ticking hands of the wrist watch you wear catches your eye; and you shove your emotions beneath a forced chuckle.

"Oh no, it's almost eight," you say, a faux buoyancy to your words, "Do you wanna go back to the hotel and have dinner there, Riko? Or some place outside, maybe? Our schedule's packed tomorrow – our littlest Riko-chan needs some good sleep tonight to not be fussy tomorrow, doesn't she?"

Glancing at Kuroi, only to find her with the same tense cheerfulness, Riko stifles a sigh and parts her lips into a mirthful beam she doesn't feel at all.

"I really wanna try the soki soba and the yashigani. Do you know any good restaurants nearby?"

You nod exaggeratedly, lips thinning into a solemn line though the faint ray of fun can still be made through the grey clouds cast over your irises. "Don't you worry, Riko sama. Your two faithful servants will certainly find a place to dine to your liking. You just keep being the cute little princess that you are."

The girl opens her mouth to snap back at being called a little girl yet again – you aren't very different from your boyfriend, after all – then shuts it, then opens it again, a teasing giggle wanting to bubble out.

"Y'know, onee-chan," she says, skipping over to you and smiling in an innocent fashion, "I answered your second question, but I never gave a reply to the first one – you wanna know it?"

You take a second before shrugging. "Um, yeah, why not?"

Throwing a mischievous glance to Kuroi, who hides her mouth with a palm and looks away, shoulders shaking a little, Riko returns her eyes to your expectant smile. And beckoning you to come near, whispers.

"There isn't anything on your face. But the foundation's on your neck and shoulders is kind of off, I guess. Were you bitten by a bug, onee–"

An obnoxiously cheery ringtone cuts the girl off. Your face burning a deep hue of coyness, she watches you pluck your phone out of your bag, then walk a few steps away, voice dropping to a hushed murmur – which takes a minute before growing shrill then silent. Your cheeks and ears sport the deepest shade of red Riko's ever seen.

Asking them for a little more time, grin so sheepish and flustered, you whirl on your heels and walk a couple of feet away, your hand fiddling with the Okinawa keychain your boyfriend bought you today at noon.

Lips quirking in a fond smile, Riko looks away from your shy giggling figure to the chuckling Kuroi, to the big ocean waves crashing on the sands below.

Yeah, it might've been good to have a chance at a bit longer life.

———

DAY 3; 15:08

This is not good.

Oh heavens no. This is so not good.

Tears springing forth and streaming down her cheeks, Riko moves to take a step towards you. Then, stills when you put up a bloodied hand asking her to stop. Face scrunched into a smile which, the little vessel knows, conveys nothing of the agony tearing at your insides; you cast a glance at the gaping hole in your palm, then drift your gaze back to her.

Something acidic and pungent surges to the girl's mouth — though not at you, never at you – but at herself, the sole reason why you're clutching your profusely bleeding wound, left by the bullet originally meant for her; why Geto stands shocked and numb, with a hundred curses looming round the room, ready to attack at the slightest hint of an order; why Gojo's probably lying near the torii gates, dead and swarmed by cursed maggots – if what she heard less than a minute back, isn't a lie, that is.

Judging from the sharp gasp of air you drew in then — it isn't, Riko thinks.

Your smile stays as pathetically serene as ever; the only traitor now being those rivulets of grief carving their courses on your face. You part your lips in a heart-wrenching plea.

"Run, Riko-chan. Run to a place far from here. Somewhere none can find you. And don't ever come back. Please."

Shaking her head a 'No!' as fiercely as she can, the girl bites back her sobs. A cold hand pulls her by the shoulder towards the entrance; she keeps her feet firmly planted to the ground.

Everything was going so, so well– why then did this abominable man have to appear out of nowhere and upend everything in her life? Only when she realized she did not want to be the sacrifice for the sake of everyone else, and that, she too could afford an ounce of selfishness — why then did this man have to appear and extinguish that singular flame of hope lit in her world? Why, why, why—

A harsh bark of a laughter barges into her thoughts.

Your eyes develop a pinch of panic as they travel from the man you froze in the entrance to them, then back to him. The victim of your cursed technique sneers.

"You're that girl with the psychic powers, aren't ya? Thought you can only use your power to kill a person; since when can you freeze them like a statue, eh— can see, hear and feel everything, but can't move a single muscle, except to speak, huh? Or, no, wait–" A second raucous laugh rings through the halls and corridors; you clench your wounded hand into a fist so tight, she thinks she too can feel the pain weighing on your senses right now.

The assassin jeers, "You must be so, so tired to not be able to kill this poor cursed energy-less bastard, hm? And on top of all that, you also must not have refined the technique enough to shut me up, yeah?" A vein throbs in your temple; the man speaks, more gleeful than ever.

"And given how I'm slowly losing the numbness in my arms and legs... your technique is so fucking weak, girl. And the jujutsu society called you their messiah, eh? Fucking fools, the whole lot. Their six eyes in a pool of his blood outside while their other trump card's soon to meet a similar miserable end at this monkey's hands. How funny, ain't it?"

Giving no semblance of a reply to him, you turn your eyes back to her – no, to Geto who's standing behind her – and urge him, so desperate and desolate, every breath you take a short jerky heave of your chest, "Take Riko somewhere safe, senpai. And don't return till you've gotten help. Now, go. Quick."

Craning her neck upwards, the teenager catches a glimpse of the boy grasping her shoulder firmly — hoping he'll refuse to listen to you and stay right there, fighting the monster right beside you — but finds no fragment of dissent on his face.

Extreme reluctance? Yes.

Profound melancholy? Yes.

Stifling resignation? Yes, yes, yes.

But dissent? No.

It makes an appearance, now and then, but never persists for long.

She makes yet another attempt to get closer to you.

"Onee-chan, no," Riko begs, snarling and thrashing from under Geto's unyielding hold on her arm now, "please don't do this. I wanna live my life to the fullest, but I cannot if I don't have y'all beside me. So, you–"

"Riko-chan, no–"

"–ask me to go away like an escapist coward–"

"Riko-chan, listen–"

"–staying right over here, next to–"

"RIKO!"

The harsh call of her name makes the girl stumble and stutter. It isn't you who called her so; it's Geto, peering down at her with moisture in his eyes. An ugly sob crawls out her throat. He mumbles, "You're way too young to understand all this, but know that, if you're out there in the world– safe, free and happy– the Star Plasma Vessel mission can be marked successful only then. Whatever sacrifices all of us made or are going to make today," a glance at you shows the bittersweet smile you're wearing; Riko's wails worsen, "they won't make any sense if, at the end of the day, you're harmed. So, please listen to us and escape with Kuroi-san, yeah?"

The man to her not-so-distant left flexes his fingers a bit. The three of you look at him before looking at one another. You look a few minutes away from passing out, skin paling and breaths growing labored with every second that elapses.

Eyes screwn shut, Riko lets go of the fight she was harbouring in her body. Geto's voice breaks with unshed moisture. "Try not to die, kid. I already lost a best friend today, don't wanna lose a sister too."

Riko doesn't need to open her eyes to know your reaction; the heart-rending sob paired with the "No promises, aniki," you let out tells her enough – before your cursed energy expands yet again, and a chilled palm pulls her by the hand into a swift run, the hit of her shoes on the floor echoing in the stuffy underground air.

Air which soon switches from the suffocation of ancience to that of blood and death — the teenager takes but a moment to realize who the person is. Biting down harshly on her lower lip, she swallows the raw anguish tearing her sinews apart, and keeps her eyes shut firm.

Willing the darkness reigning behind her eyelids to overtake every part of her body – especially her mind, being hurtled one memory after another, and another – Kuroi making her lunch for school; Kuroi teaching her to tie her braids; Kuroi congratulating for every success of hers and supporting her after every failure, be it big or small; Kuroi being the family she once thought she had lost in a car crash–

The sharp ding of the lift and the crackling warmth of the sun on her tear-stained cheeks are the last two things Riko registers, before the world round her fades away into a noiseless black — finally.

———

DAY 4718; 16:02

"Anableps can see both above and below the water at the same time, y'know?"

The statement and the awed "Woo!" that follows it rouses Riko from the siesta she was teetering on the brink of. She yawns and rubs her eyes. Then yawns again, a bit more subdued this time, considering a family walks past her.

Uni's been very stressful of late, and to top it all off, the woman who's supposed to handle this shift has called in sick – so, as fucking same as before, the manager is gonna call in some newbie to work instead.

The newbie being none other than Riko – very unfortunately – on a tiring Friday afternoon as today.

At least, the job pays well and she gets to spend time explaining fish and their world to excited kids, plus the occasional one or two adults who look a touch different from their usual bored indifference.

But, of course, there's always a group of friends who come bounding in.

Worse than a class of kindergarten children fighting for the single toy of a dinosaur their teacher has brought — Riko avoids such crowds of like the plague. Storming past them, turning down their query, asking a coworker to fill in for her – the young grad student applies all tricks and methods known to her to escape the situation.

To escape the familiar buzz of cheer and enthusiasm.

To escape the familiar weight of nostalgia and gloom.

To escape the—

"Um, miss, where can we find the whale sharks' tank? Heard it's the main attraction here... And, uh, we're also a little lost, actually."

Trains of thought thrown off-track, the young woman squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them again, a customer service smile flitting onto her lips as she turns back. And holds back a very exasperated groan. Why the fuck did Mio had to leave for a snacks break now of the innumerable times she could have gone before? And why does this crowd have to be the very thing she hates dealing with? Ugh... Never mind–

"Just turn to your left, go down the corridor, then to your right. You'll find the whale sharks there."

The pink-haired boy accepts the reply with a nod and a bright thanks, before the black-haired boy places a hand on his shoulder and he falls quiet. The latter looks strangely familiar, Riko thinks... ignoring it, she shoots the boys a quizzical smile. "Is there anything else you would to like to ask or—"

"You're my mom's friend. I've seen your pictures at home," he cuts her off, brows furrowing. His friend looks at him, so perplexed, not much unlike how Riko's feeling. He pays no mind, continuing, "You attended a Catholic school, love music and aquatic life, and have an obsession with coconut crab meat and soba, don't you?"

"Megumi..." A slightly older girl standing behind them with two girls donning identical t-shirts, begins in a lightly chastising tone, but the tour guide feels she's miles away from them. Catholic school, music lessons, aquariums, soki soba, yashigani, Okinawa... it simply cannot be you—

"Tsumiki! Mimiko!" A voice, Riko once was under the impression she'll never be hearing again, except in nightmares, rings through the near-empty hall of the aquarium, soon followed by the appearing of a face she thought she'll never see again, except in the sole photograph left with her on the phone Geto gave her, besides 5000 円 and contacts he asked her to get in touch with, as soon as possible, that evening a good twelve years ago in Osaka.

You reach a stop before the group, a young brown-haired girl trailing you with a worried scowl on her face. Dumbstruck, Riko watches you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

"I can understand Nana-chan's phone is busy being used in clicking photos but the same excuse cannot be extended to you, can it? No. So, why on earth can't any of you four pick your mobile up when I'm calling you, hm? Or please don't tell me the batteries are dead. Again."

The blonde girl, presumably Nana-chan, smiles smugly while three out of the addressed four kids shoot a sheepish smile your way. Your frown slowly gives way to a fond grin and you huff a chuckle, shaking your head – which only grows in intensity when the girl following you lets out an annoyed hmph! and launches into a tirade how extremely worried the two of you were and how much dumb and careless them five are.

Eyes welling over with emotions percolated over the course of many, many years, Riko watches you grin so freely — only for it to still and fade when the spiky-haired boy says he has met your friend from the photograph, and you look from him to her standing inconspicuously, half-hidden in the shadows.

A painfully slow second passes.

The entire gaggle of kids falls quiet at the disbelieving watery chuckle you let out. Taking two steps forwards, she offers you a mirror image of your expression.

"Told you the aquarium's fun, didn't I?"

A call of your name bounces off the grey walls in a saccharine tone: Riko knows instinctively, can be no one's except one blue-eyed and white-haired bastard's. You cast a glance at the tall man rushing to you, then return your gaze to her, with the same radiant beam you gave on that day twelve years back, when Riko first expressed her real thoughts out in the air.

The young woman wastes no moment before running to you and engulfing you in the tightest hug she can possibly manage, tears rushing down her face. Your gentle voice shushes her, the way an elder sister would do to a younger sister.

Riko's lips stretch in the widest and freest grin she has felt in forever.

Joyful and thankful her onee-chan is finally back in her life, giving the added length it received some much-needed hues — 'cause a longer life is obviously good but it's the best when your life is long and spent with your near and dear ones.

▸ notes: The reader was in the process of developing and perfecting a new CT, hence her CE was so unstable – spiking and ebbing – besides the fact it drained her energy like hell. Toji was a smart man, he figured it out pretty quickly and easily. [And for the ppl who're wondering how the reader was able to stop the attack on Riko: she used a tendril of thoughts emanating from a person's mind to detect their presence, instead of their cursed energy remains.] [She can't read those thoughts, though.]

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satorus-princess · 4 months ago

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jjk men with crushes headcanons

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, ino

a/n: can you tell i had fun with gojo's LOL

ˋ°•*⁀➷ satoru is WHIPPED.

his heart does backflips in his chest as soon as he sees you, even if it's multiple times a day. he'd be fixing his hair or clothes when he sees you coming up to him (i don't put it past him to ask geto to smell his breath for him).

he'd be so teasing and playful, he just needs your attention and wants to do anything he can to hear your laugh.

and he'd try to touch you in any way he can, just innocent touches (unless you were uncomfortable with it, then he'd stop), like brushing your arm pretending there was a hair on your clothes, or pretending there was a crumb on your cheek.

gojo “i saw this in the shop and thought you'd like it” satoru even if it's £1,000.

finds any excuse to see you: a new mochi shop just opened? of course, you need to go try it together. and suddenly the strongest needs only your help for so many things.

when he finds the time, he daydreams about what your future life would look like after he finally confesses.

he always immediately texts geto for every single update: “she said hi,” “she smiled at me,” “she's so in love with me it's crazy”. and he's kicking his legs and giggling like a damn schoolgirl when a notification from you pops up on his phone.

i know this man gets jealous when he hears about another guy asking you out or flirting with you but the way he'd have the biggest smile when he finds out that you turned down their advances.

he'd definitely plan something cute and elaborate to ask you out, only the best for you, of course.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ suguru is the sweetest boy - canonically popular with the ladies.

he can have any girl he wants but he chooses you and he definitely makes it clear to anyone who tries to make a move on him. he might not officially be yours, but his heart still knows it belongs with you.

ugh, he's such a lover boy i know he'd always give you the sweetest compliments, whether it's your hair, your outfit or anything you've done differently one day - he always notices every little detail.

he could always unintentionally/naturally reassure you about anything you're insecure about, just the way he speaks to you is enough to soothe any doubts you have about yourself.

he's always thinking of you, like when he's getting something for himself he'll get one or you too. for example, a snack or drink, he'd just plop it into your hands without a word. if you preferred his food or drink, he'd let you swap with him even if he didn't particularly like yours. he'd just rather see you happy

he'd also always have an extra hair tie for you in case you lost or forgot yours, or it broke. he keeps one on his wrist for you.

he will always be there for you, no matter what, whether you need someone to comfort you or want to go out somewhere. he will be there. he's honestly just a comfort person for you.

also, you think his voice is soft with satoru??? it gets even softer with you, and his smile is always so genuine and sweet when he speaks with you.

i don't think he's the type to hide his feelings for you, he'd prefer to see you warm up to him on your own.

and when he decides to ask you out, expect a pretty bouquet with flowers that express his feelings for you - white camellia and carnation, pink camellia, aster, and red tulips.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ kento, the ultimate gentleman gentleman gentleMAN (everyone already knows this).

he's a cute old man at heart, he'd be pretty straightforward with you that he wants to be with you. he's gonna be courting you as per tradition. he'd be so understanding if you weren't ready or sure yet, he'd just stay respectful. he unintentionally makes you swoon anyway.

he would try to learn as much about you as he can to know what makes you happiest, to know your likes and dislikes, everything.

he would always try to do things for you, he just wants to make your life easier and express how much he cares. i don't see him as someone that does massive, elaborate gestures - it's the little, meaningful things that count.

he picks you up something from a bakery you both love every morning before he sees you, always remembering what kind of drink or pastry you like.

he's such an “actions speak louder than words” man. he also always does the sidewalk rule whenever you guys are out together. note: the way he'd act with you while you're in a relationship won't be much different to how he acts with you before - he's consistent and would never stop trying to make you swoon.

he notices your every mood and shift in emotion, even if you try to hide it he can detect it. and if you aren't one to talk about it when you're upset or stressed, he'd bring you something he knows you like or a comfort food. a wordless pick-me-up to make you feel better.

he's so reliable and trustworthy, you know you're able to turn to him if you can't go to anyone else.

as said above, when he asks you out, he'd court you like a proper gentleman.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ takuma is also whipped and definitely doesn't hide it; he couldn't even if he tried.

and even though he doesn't hide it, he definitely tries to hide/cover up the blush he gets when he's simply thinking about you: “don't you think it's too warm in here?” tugging at the collar of his shirt as if he's sweating even in cold weather.

imagine him giving you those cheesy ass pick up lines and they're just so terrible you can't help but laugh.

you laughing -> him on the floor, clutching his heart dramatically.

that's why he purposely makes jokes around you; he takes such pride in being able to make you laugh, and it only makes him fall for you even further hearing that angelic sound.

he'd be such a simp for you. it's honestly so sweet that it's gonna give everyone around him a toothache.

like gojo, i think he would also find any way to be with you, and when you guys do hang out he'd try to drag it out as long as he can because he just loves your company so much.

he would just be thinking about you once he goes home. honestly, you're his last thought before he sleeps, and as soon as he wakes up, he checks his phone to see if he has any messages from you.

this boy would try to look for you and when he does find you, he'd be acting so oblivious and nonchalant as if he didn't see you. “ahaha, what a coincidence we bumped into each other for the third time today.”

and imagine him asking nanami to give him a little pep talk when he decides to ask you out. i see him handpicking flowers to make the cutest little bouquet, which is just as sweet as any other bouquet.

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lavnder311 · 4 months ago

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Sigh I opened the comments to a Gojo edit, don’t know what else I was expecting 😭

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hazelll-trisk · 8 months ago

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"WE CAN'T?"

FUCKING YOUR BOYFRIEND'S BESTFRIEND IS WRONG, RIGHT?

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary: satoru always wanted you but you're geto's girl. so when he had the chance he didn't waste any time.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, satoru is twenty nine and reader is twenty five, cheating, oral (f! receiving), sex, nipple play

As they sat on the cozy couch, the movie's dim light casting shadows across their faces, they both new this night would be different.

"you know, geto shouldn't leave you alone like this," Satoru whispered, his warn breath ticking your ear. His hand casually brushed against you, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

"I-i guess he's busy," you stammered, heart racing. You knew you should resist, but the loneliness had been gnawing at you for too long.

"Busy or not, you deserve more, " Satoru murmured, his deep voice and seductive. "You deserve someone who's here for, who can give you what you need."

As the movie played on, the scenes becoming increasingly steamy, you resolve weakened. the characters on screen mirrored their own desires, and the atmospere in the room become thick and anticipation.

"I can give you what you want, " satoru whispered, leaning closer. His scent, a mix og cologne and musk, inavaded your senses. "And i promise, it'll be our little secret. "

Your eyes fluttered shut as you surrendered to the inevitable. "And what if Geto find out?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Satoru's laughter was low and sensual. "He won't. Not if we becareful. Besides, i think we both know he's not entirely faithful himself. "

The accusation hung in the air, ang you couldn't deny the truth in his words. Geto's frequent travels had always raised suspicions, but you had chosen to trust him, pushing aside your doubts. Now with satoru's lips brushing against your neck, you felt a surge of rebellion.

"Let's not think about him right now," you whispered, turning to face satoru. Your eyes locked, and in that moment, all rational thought escaped you.

With a swift motion, satoru pulled you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. You gasped as your lips collided, the kiss hungry and passionate. Years of suppressed disires erupted,and you devoured each other, exploring mouths and necks with feverish urgency.

"Oh, shit," you moaned and satoru's hands traveled up your thighs, his touch electric. He expertly unbuttoned your blouse, revealing the lace of your bra. "satoru, we shouldn't..."

"shh," he hushed, his lips silencing your protest. "We've wanted this for too long. Let's not deny ourselves any longer."

His skilled fingers worked at your bra, freeing your breasts, and you arched your back, offering yourself to him. Satoru's mouth latched onto your sensitive nipple, sucking and teasing, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

"Yes, there it is, " he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "That beautiful sound of pleasure."

Your head fell back as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Satoru's hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and crecive, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. He unbuckled your belt, sliding his hand beneath your skirt, and you trembled at his touch.

"You're so wet, " he growled, his voice hoarse with desie. "And so ready for me."

Satoru moans softly, his breath warm against your lips. "oh, this feels so right, yet so.."

You respond by running your fingers through his silky hair, your heart racing with anticipation. The tastes of his lips was intoxicating, and you craved more.

"satoru.." your voice is a whisper, barely audible.

"we..can't"

Your words trailed off as his hands began to wonder, tracing the curves of your body. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself surrending to the pleasure he evoked.

His voice, deep and husky, sends a thrill down your spine.

breathing quickens as you struggle to find the right words. "but..geto..he's your bestfriend. I..i don't want to betray him. "

Satoru's eyes, usually so playful, now held a determined glint. He leaned back, his hand cupping your cheek, and spoke with a conviction that made your heart flutter.

"Geto is my dearest friend, and i would never want to cause him pain. But you and i, we share something unique. a connection that defines explanation. Can't you feel it? "

You nodded, unable to deny the intense bond that had formed between them.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, sending a jolt of desire trough your body. "i want to give you something special, something only i can offer."

With that, he guided you back onto the couch, his movements deliberate and full of intent. The soft cushions molded to your bodies as he positioned himself between your thighs. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you found yourself arching towards him.

"Satoru, please.."

He responded by placing a tender kiss on your neck, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. His hands skillfully navigated your body, eliciting a symphony of moans and soft cries.

His lips brush against your ear, sending a shudder through you. " i want to show you a pleasure unlike any other. "

As he spoke, his hands found the edges of your lingerie, slowly sliding it down your legs. the cool air on your exposed skin constranted with the heat radiating from his body, creating a delightful sensation.

Your breath quickens, and you grasp his shoulders, digging your nails gently into his flesh. "oh, satoru...i.."

Before you could finish, his lips descended upon yours again, silencing any further words.

As the kiss deepened, satoru's hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of your body. He know exactly how to touch you, where to apply pleasure, and when to be gentle. Your moans filled the room, a testament to the building pleasure.

He pulls away slightly, his eyes locking with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You are exquisite. I want to worship you."

His words sent a thrill through your core, and you arched your back, offering yourself to him completely. With slow, deliberate movements, he positioned himself, his breath hot against your pussy.

"Please, Satoru..."

With that, he began a slow, torturous descent, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire along your sensitive skin. Your body jerked with each touch, and you grasped the couch cushions, struggling to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming sensations.

"Oh... Satoru... Yes... There"

His expertise was undeniable, and he took his time, exploring every inch, learning your body's responses. Each flick of his tongue and gentle suck to your pussy and clit sent you spiraling closer to the edge. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your inhibitions forgotten.

"Tell me what you want,"

Your response was incoherent, reduced to a series of moans and pleas. He chuckled softly, the vibration adding another layer to the exquisite torture.

"More... Please... Don't stop..."

Satoru obliged, increasing the tempo, his actions becoming more purposeful. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly as he delved deeper, exploring with a fervor that matched your escalating desire.

You screams, "YES! Satoru!"

The climax hit you like a wave, crashing over your senses, leaving you breathless and trembling. Satoru's name was on your lips as you rode the crest of pleasure, your body shaking uncontrollably. He continued his attentions, drawing out the sensation, ensuring you experienced every nuance of the release.

His voice is a soft purr, filled with satisfaction. "That's it, my love. Let it all out."

As the waves of pleasure subsided, you collapsed back onto the couch, your body limp and sated.

You could barely form words, your body is on fire. Satoru stood, lifting you effortlessly, and carried you to the bedroom, where the moonlight bathed them in a soft glow.

As you and satoru tumbled onto the bed, your clothing became an obstacle to be overcome. Buttons were torn, zippers slid down, and fabric was hastily discarded. Your breath caught at the sight of Satoru's muscular form, his skin glistening in the moonlight.

"You're stunning," he whispered, his eyes raking over your body. "Absolutely breathtaking."

His words fueled your desire, and you reached for him, pulling him into another scorching kiss. Your tongues danced, tasting and exploring, as your hands mapped each other's bodies with a feverish need.

Satoru positioned himself between your thighs, his cock pressing against your wet pussy. You gasped, body instinctively welcoming him. With one swift thrust, he filled you, eliciting a cry of pleasure and pain.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaimed, nails digging into his back.

"You like that, huh?" Satoru grunted, his body moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. "You like it rough?"

"Yes, yes!" you cried, hips rising to meet his. "Harder, Satoru, please!"

He obliged, pounding into you with abandon, the bed creaking beneath them. bodies slapped together, a symphony of flesh and desire. Your cries filled the room, a mix of pleasure and raw need.

"You feel so good, " Satoru panted, his eyes wild with lust. "So tight around me."

"Don't stop, please!" you begged, legs wrapping around his waist.

Satoru complied, driving deeper with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips tightly. bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air. Your senses were overwhelmed, every nerve alive with sensation.

"I'm close," you whispered, voice hoarse. "Satoru, I'm so close!"

He quickened his pace, his breath coming in short gasps. "Me too, baby. Cum with me."

With a final, powerful thrust, you climaxed together, cries echoing through the room. Your body convulsed, waves of pleasure rippling through you. Satoru collapsed onto you , his heart pounding against your chest.

"Oh my God," you panted, fingers tracing patterns on his back. "That was..."

"Incredible," Satoru finished, his lips finding yours for a tender kiss. "I've wanted you for so long, It was worth the wait."

As your hearts slowed and your breathing returned to normal, you lay entangled in each other's arms, basking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Your mind raced, torn between the euphoria of the moment and the guilt that threatened to creep in.

"We should probably get up," you whispered, voice laced with regret. "Geto will be home soon."

Satoru sighed, his hand tracing circles on your bare shoulder. "I know. But I can't help wishing we had more time."

You dressed hastily, straightening the disheveled bedroom as best you could. The movie, long forgotten, played on in the background, a silent witness to their transgression. As you and satoru sat side by side on the couch, an awkward silence descended upon you.

"I—" Satoru began, his voice filled with conflict.

"Don't," you interrupted, holding up a hand.

"Please, don't apologize. It just happened."

"But it was more than that, I've wanted you for ages. I just... I couldn't resist anymore."

"I know," you said softly, eyes downcast. "I wanted it too. But we can't let this happen again. Geto is my boyfriend, and I—"

The sound of keys jingling at the front door cut you off, sending a jolt of panic through your veins. You and satoru exchanged a look of sheer terror as the door swung open, and Geto stepped into the house, his eyes immediately finding you.

"Satoru? What's going on here?" Geto's voice was laced with confusion, but it quickly turned to anger as he took in the scene before him. "What the hell is this?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you scrambled for an explanation, but words failed you. Satoru, usually quick-witted, remained silent, his eyes locked with Geto's.

"Answer me, damn it!" Geto's voice boomed, his face contorting with rage. "What are you two doing here alone?"

Satoru stood up, his jaw set in defiance. "We were just watching a movie, Geto. Nothing more."

"Don't lie to me!" Geto's face turned crimson. "I've had my suspicions about you two, and now I see I was right! You've been sneaking around behind my back!"

"That's not true!" you cried, voice shaking. "Satoru and I, we—"

"Save it, " Geto spat, his eyes flashing with hurt and anger. "I trusted you both, and this is how you repay me? With betrayal?"

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his body tense.

"Betrayal? You're one to talk, Geto. How many times have you cheated on her? How many women have you slept with on your 'business trips'?"

Geto froze, his face a mask of shock. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play innocent! We both know you've been unfaithful. You've been cheating on her for months, maybe longer. So don't you dare accuse us of betrayal!" Satoru's voice rang with conviction.

"W—what..?"

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