#wr.gojo

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⊹ ˚. GOJŌ SATORU┊ "Doesn't the idea of not wearing panties in front of strangers turn you on?" he plans the seed.

tags. (18+), husband gojo, he hm smells your panties and other things (he loves you believe me), lowkey (highly) exhibitionism, reader with female anatomy (she/her pronouns).

You check Satoru a second time, only to realize that your eyes weren't deceiving you and that he really was smiling at nothing, his long fingers clapping the steering wheel every now and then to the rhythm of the song playing in the background on the radio and the third time your eyes land on him your back stiffens, with the seat belt still hugging your body you turn to see him, though the pressure of the belt doesn't allow you to move freely.

"Why are you smiling?" you ask, mimicking the same smile, like a mirror.

"I can't smile when looking at my beautiful wife?" Wife. Ever since you got married Satoru hadn't stopped calling you that, and even though you liked it and it always made you feel warm inside....

You obviously don't believe him. Not this time. The smile you still possessed paired with a furrowed brow, examining him in a way that would help you verify if he was telling the truth or not.   

You didn't believe him one bit. "What are you planning?" you insist again, still admiring his profile, Satoru hadn't bothered to look at you, busy not missing a green light.

"Remember the other day when we were playing uno and I won..." ... okay?

"You cheated," you reproach almost immediately, crossing your arms. You had the same posture as that night when you caught him with four cards hidden inside the joggers. 

"Whatever you want to believe, baby, I did not." You click your tongue and roll your eyes going back to your initial stance, you weren't going to argue with him again, that day you only let him win because Nanami and Geto decided not to fight and let him win.

"Whatever," you say. Fixing your eyes on the road you realize that you were a few corners away from reaching the restaurant.

"Anyway..." Out of the corner of your eye you notice the lopsided grin adorning his face. "It's time to pay."

"What do you want? For me to admit I'm a sore loser?" You turn your attention back to him, his finger with the gold wedding ring gleaming under the streetlights.

"I want your panties," he commands, claiming his prize (prize he won by cheating, you want to emphasize).

You blink, trying to verify that you just heard what you think you just heard. "What. No."

"A deal is a deal..."

"You cheated!" you accuse him again, and satoru's lopsided grin turns into a full-on grin showing you his fangs. "You're going to pay for this."

Satoru parks a few feet outside the fancy restaurant, the colors of the restaurant inside splashing all the way outside. Only when the car's engine dies does he tilt his body to look at you, you see determination and temptation in his face, those blue eyes are bathed from the street lights and the darkness inside the car, bringing you the details of his incomplete features.

"Doesn't the idea of not wearing panties in front of strangers turn you on?" he plans the seed. "In front of Suguru, in front of Kento..." satoru adds. "Because it turns me on a lot to know that only I know that you have a naked pussy, probably dripping on the chair."

You stand still for a moment, processing everything he just said as the birth of a smile stretches his lips slowly and an uncomfortable warmth creeps from your chest, face and ends in the form of a rush in your pussy.

You curse yourself because you can feel how the idea makes you wet.

Satoru laughs at your reaction knowing he has won, he stretches out his hand waiting for his prize.

You curse again, now out loud. You lift your ass off the leather seat to help you slide your underwear off with ease, you slide them down your legs and embarrassedly hand them into his hands, by which time Satoru was forcing a wicked smile to disappear.

Without any hesitation he brings them to his nose, inhaling until his lungs remember the scent of your pussy. Then he pushes them into the pockets of his pants. You stand there, still at the scene. It's not the first time he did it, but you were forced to check the street to verify that no one else had seen what had just happened.

"You're so fucking hot, you know that, don't you?" he looks down your body, focusing especially on your thighs. "I love the way that dress looks on you, I knew it was made for you as soon as I saw it."

Within seconds Satoru leaves his seat and walks across the short walk to your door, opening it for you. You realize he planned this all along. The dinner, the dress he bought especially for you (that barely comes down across your thighs and if you're not careful you might show your pussy)....

Satoru reaches out and feigning indignation you take it, stepping out of the car as you arrange your dress down, the fresh breeze caresses your slit and hits your clit. Satoru squeezes your hand, the coolness of the ring sending shivers down your back, into your abdomen.

"It's going to be a fun night," Satoru says.

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contents. satoru gojō x fem reader, alcohol consumption, all the characters are adults, secret relationship au.

"How many shots would you have to take to kiss Gojo?" Nanami asks the group as his eyes are on you, you laugh against the bottle stumbling against your lips. 

The question isn't out of place since you just answered that you would kiss Principal Yaga after taking at least about five shots out of respect and how nervous he makes you feel. However everyone knows what your relationship with Satoru is like, so the question catches you off guard. 

"Zero." Shoko answers for you and Satoru looks at her over the sunglasses, clearly displeased. "There's not enough alcohol in the world to make her kiss him." 

"Oh, no, no, wait... she's really thinking about it!" Haibara points an accusing finger at you and you can't help but laugh again, you feel the skin on your cheeks stretch and burn from the silly grin you can't wipe off. Satoru's stalking gaze feels like a torch on the back of your neck. 

You pretend to think it humming out loud, though the answer is clear to you. "At least about ten," you say, tilting the bottle up to your mouth, getting the group around the campfire to laugh filling the beach with echoes. 

"Heeey." Satoru pinches your forearm which makes you look at him, a tiny pout is later replaced by a couple of wrinkles on his forehead.

"What?" you ask softly and have to force your hands to stay still and not reach out to touch him. 

"Ten shots? That's almost an alcoholic coma."

"There are actually many things that could influence an ethyl coma," Kento clarifies.

"You can't explain much about alcohol to a person who doesn't drink." Your numb brain is sure that was Hibara, too lazy to check since your eyes were still on Satoru who was still indignantly staring at you. 

"What?" you repeat almost in a whisper. 

"Nothing." His attention returns to the campfire, the heat from the fire burns his pink cheeks and the bright flame dances on his face making his eyes look much lighter mimicking the shade of the sea at midday. 

Satoru pushes his glasses up on top of the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes completely. 

"I'm going to get more beer," you say looking at the group, then tug on Satoru's arm to help him up, who does so reluctantly. "Can you help me with the box?" 

He walks beside you without adding anything else, shaking the sand out of his red shorts and pushing his hair out of his face. 

"Are you really upset?" The answer was obvious but you had to make sure, Satoru walks silently, sinking his feet aggressively into the sand until you reach the parking lot where your toes have never felt more grateful to touch solid ground. "Hey?" you tug on his hand and stop your steps, standing still in front of him. 

"Hhm?"

"Are you really upset?" 

"No," Satoru assures, avoiding your eyes.  

"Satoru, did you really want me to tell them that I would kiss you sober? Without a drop of alcohol?" 

You see him licking his lips battling with himself on whether to stay annoyed with you or understand your point. 

"I know."  

"I thought we were going to go slow..." 

"I know!" His hands cradle your cheeks tenderly, bringing his face up to meet yours to leave a kiss on your lips. "I was dying to touch you." 

"You know we didn't go public for you." You remind him, letting him rest his forehead on top of yours. The artificial taste of the strawberry beer he drank earlier sneaks into your mouth in little gasps. 

"Let's do it when we get back to the city," Satoru murmurs, brushing his lips over yours. "I think they know anyway." Oh, you're sure they know. You're both too obvious but you didn't want to push your boyfriend when he told you he wasn't ready to admit in front of everyone to officially having a partner. "But I don't like having to hold your hand on the sly or sneak out of meetings so I can kiss you and God, I'm just addicted to that watermelon gloss you use."

You laugh giving him fleeting little kisses, taking advantage of the position to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. 

"Just admit you're addicted to me, Satoru." 

"Maybe I am..." He says in that tone that indicates danger. That voice that tells you you're not going back to the group you had run away from. 

Satoru squeezes your waist possessively, his fingers trace on your sun-toasted skin and you moan between his half-opened lips the moment he asks for your tongue silently, his nose stumbling against yours. 

"We should get back..." you say in a whisper, remembering this fact more to yourself than to him.  

"We can disappear for ten minutes..." Pause. His lips move to your collarbone and his warm breath tickles you. "Fifteen minutes..." Pause. Small bites along your jaw take him to your neck. "Twenty..." His tongue dances over your salty skin, gently licking what he can reach and has to physically force himself not to suck. 

"It's never ten minutes..." you say between a choked moan, tugging at his strands sweetly until he's looking at you again. Dark sunglasses hide his eyes from you but his mouth is at your disposal, half open, red and appetizing and the tiny freckles that bathe his nose make your stomach knot. 

He grunts, as if battling with himself to understand that you are right. Satoru brings his face to the line of your neck and sighs heavily, leaving one last kiss to pull away from you against his will. 

"Let's go back then," he says resignedly. And he had never wanted the weekend to pass as quickly as he wanted it to now, being the impatient person he is, he didn't want to wait to have your hand entwined with his and fill his chest with raw pride where he could finally admit in front of everyone that you were his.

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◟♡ ˒ cold, ft. gojō satoru

tags. secret relationship, gojo being a terrible attempt of a dad for megumi, she/her pronouns for the reader, the reader has a dress, suggestive, briefly angst. | wc. 3.6K

˒ ਏਓ — notes. this was just an excuse for me to write gojo + cats, but in the end i ended up writing more and more and my god this was quite a roller coaster, i wasn't planning on writing more than 1k and look at me. but i love this trope and i love writing for gojo, he is such a fun character to put into situations

Your mouth drops open mid-sentence as you realize that the person beside you is no longer walking next to you. You stop abruptly to turn on your heels and check where Satoru had gone, only to find him squatting not far from you, a few feet away from the sidewalk. He was making a sound with his tongue and wiggling his fingers in a strange way which makes you drop your head to the side and then causes you to bring your attention to where he is looking.

Almost entering a narrow alley was a cat with fluffy white fur, licking one of his front paws without paying attention to the man who seemed to be begging for some of his affection. Although he didn't have a collar his fur was clean and appeared to be cared for, so you hesitated for a moment as to whether he was a stray or not.

"That's not how you call a cat," you say without moving in your spot.

"You think I don't know how to call a cat?" Satoru asks with an offended tone, raising his eyebrows and looking up at you from below with his sunglasses on the tip of his nose, giving you a flash of his bluish gaze.

"Clearly not, he's not paying attention to you." You go back to watching the animal who had stopped licking himself to sit up and look at you both.

"Good." Satoru stretches his legs again raising his stature above yours and it is you who is now forced to look up at him from below. "You do it then."

Confident in yourself and more than that, eager to show him that you clearly knew what you were doing you move closer to Satoru, positioning yourself at the same distance he was from the cat and mimicking his previous pose you hold onto your own knees to be at a better height with the animal.

"Hi, baby," you greet the cat and Satoru laughs derisively behind you. "Shut up, you're going to scare him," you chastise him through your teeth craning your neck briefly to kill him with your gaze, quickly refocusing on gaining the kitten's attention. "Come here," you ask with a smile, reaching out as your fingers make a gentle brushing motion against each other and your mouth makes a "pspst" sound.

With Satoru laughing behind your back and you beginning to lose faith that the cat would move from his spot, he magically begins to do so slowly to both of your surprise. When he takes the first steps towards you both fall silent, becoming statues. Satoru squats down once again to pet the cat once he is close enough.

The cat shrewdly sniffs your fingertips and then squeezes his body into them giving you permission to pet his head and ears.

You look at Satoru with a victorious smile, and you know he is trying hard not to pout. "I told you," you say triumphantly. He knows you're good with animals, unlike him, who never had contact with any pets as a child or as an adult. You grew up in a house where two stray cats and a dog were adopted, you always knew how to approach them and gain their trust.

But, of course, he's not going to admit defeat so easily. "Let him come to me!" he exclaims.

"I'm not holding him," you defend yourself, never taking your eyes off Satoru.

"Then stop petting him," he insists.

"Don't tell me what to do," you reply with a frown. "Besides, he's very soft. Of course you are. Look at you, your hair is so clean."

You both continue to hold each other's gaze, and although there is a friendly competition between you, there is also an affection and complicity that has formed over time. Breaking contact with your eyes he moves closer to the cat, so slowly that he seems to still be in the same place, stretching his fingers uncertainly.

Just as Satoru turns off his infinity and lets the cat sniff his hand, just inches away from touching him a motorcycle crosses the street behind you causing the white cat to flee into the alley where he was before.

You are the first to get up, disappointed. "You scared him off."

"No," he says.

A smile that was beginning to grow on your lips widens. "What?"

"I'm not doing this today." Satoru starts walking in front of you, leaving you standing where seconds before you were engaged in approaching the small animal.

"Do what?" you laugh again, starting to follow him.

"You know damn well what," he growls, soon enough reaching the corner where you must turn left.

"Baby." You call out to him, running a little bit so you can catch up and the soles of your shoes create an echo in the empty street. Your hand slips on his forearm but his infinity prevents you from touching him directly. "Turn off your technique."

"I don't want to."

"You don't want to hold my hand?" you ask, with a tone of exaggeration and indignation. He grunts, inevitably tugging at your body as you cross the street.

"I don't like it when you tease me."

"I think you look cute when you get mad."

Satoru stops his steps suddenly turning to look at you. His attention is on your lips.

"Don't tease me," he repeats more quietly, exchanging glances between your eyes and your mouth.

"I don't," you reply in the same tone in which you would share a secret, looking at him with the eyes of an innocent dove.

The store bell indicating that someone is leaving or entering echoes behind you, though it is not important enough to make you turn away from each other even though you are too close to be in public. At that moment you feel him turn off his infinity and your fingers slowly sink into his skin. Satoru allows you to touch him, skin to skin, droplets of sweat from your palms clinging to him. The sensation along with the idea that you are the only one who can touch him always sends a rush of euphoria down your spine.

"I want to kiss you so badly right now," he confesses.

"Do it." You provoke him, pulling yourself closer to him.

Satoru looks over your head to confirm the area. It was like any other summer day, there was practically no one on the street because the tourists were either at the beach or in the tourist area of the city. Besides Satoru's apartment is in a very quiet zone where you hardly see any cars passing by and even more rare is to see passers-by under the hot sun.

Returning to you, Satoru wastes no time in grabbing your cheeks allowing you to feel the hardness of his big fingers sinking them, making your lips stand out in a forced pout. He then tilts his head to quickly stamp his lips with yours.

"That wasn't a kiss," you complain only seconds before he pulls away. He laughs.

"Don't be greedy," he purrs. Then he turns his back on you to take his hand in yours and walk with you into the store ringing the bell once more.

Like everything else around the area the store is practically empty, except for the blue-haired girl at the register chewing gum who looks both of you up and down.

"Should we grab a basket?" Satoru asks, peering over the shelves.

"No. We came for soup for Megumi, we're not buying anything else." Satoru looks at you in horror, lowering his head until he's sure you're seeing that he's looking at you with judgmental eyes that you'd grown accustomed to and that no longer had any effect on you. "Nope." You repeat again.

You walk over to the area where the instant soups are located, as well as ramen noodles. Satoru grabs a particularly red one, which has a bell pepper of the same color and flames on each side, you snatch it out of his hand and put it back in its place.

"No."

"Huh? They're Megumi's favorite." You give him a judging look.

"No, they’re not," you repeat softly taking two instant shrimp soups and another mushroom soup. "He's sick, leave him alone."

Satoru desists just this once but instead decides to take a soda and a bag of peach candy which you can't say no to, since you're curious to try them too. Near the cash register you grab a handful of cold medicine and wait in silence while the girl in front of you finishes paying, your head resting on Satoru's arm as you mentally hum the summer song playing on the speakers making the place a little bit cozier.

It is only a few seconds later that you realize who the woman in front of you is.

"S-Shoko!" you shout faking a clearly nervous smile, pulling away from Satoru and his body as far as you can. He doesn't flinch and just gives her a smile. "What do you…"

"Cigarettes." She clarifies lifting the package so you can get a better look at it, in one of her hands she also carries a plastic bag with something inside.

"What are you doing on this side of town?" you say laughing, forcing your words not to sound shaky.

"Next." The colorful haired girl calls out to you and you step forward.

"Shoko lives very close to my building," Satoru says placing everything on the counter, picking up a pack of gum he caught a glimpse of to place next to the group of items.

"Did you know that?" you ask between chuckles.

"Yeah- oh, I completely forgot." A hand covers his mouth briefly before he stuffs it back into one of his pockets to reach for his wallet.

"I just… hm. I stopped by to visit Megumi and…"

"I know you're dating," she says downplaying it, then lifts her shoulders. "We all know."

"You know?" That was Satoru, who had taken the bag after paying and thanking.

"It's not like you guys are doing a good job of hiding it." You give Satoru a sidelong glance, your face burning. "Anyway, I hope Megumi recovers soon and you can take him to school again." Shoko adds, opening the door for you to let you out first and you catch the last rays of daylight on your forehead.

With a nod of her head the woman leaves in a different direction from you, waving goodbye with the hand in which she holds the cigarettes and you're almost sure she did it to avoid the same path as you two.

You're sure Satoru feels your gaze on him, piercing his cheek as a lopsided smile stretches his lips. Then he cocks his neck and looks at you smugly. "What's wrong?" you lightly smack his arm tripping over his infinity just in time which makes you angrier.

"It's your fault."

"My fault?"

"You said you didn't want to tell anyone about us because you didn't want it to be awkward but you can't help but make it obvious."

He laughs, slowing his footsteps to keep up with your walk.

"How am I making it obvious?"

"You can't help but touch me and look at me and smile when our eyes meet!"

"I think it's actually your fault," he says and you almost stop dead in your tracks to look at him but you're sure that's what he's after so you ignore him completely speeding up your footsteps. "You're so pretty. I can't help but look at you."

Maybe… you liked hearing him call you pretty and listening to him talk about how he sees you from his point of view, so it's not your fault you're burning from the tip of your nose to the tip of your ears.

"What are we going to do?" you look at him out of the corner of your eye, your voice coming out less defensive.

"I think we're just going to let it flow. I'm tired of pretending we're not together." You want to tell him he didn't even try to disguise it in the first place but you opt to bite your tongue instead.

His fingers reach out to take your hand and even though you're annoyed, annoyed that he's left you all the work of being the mastermind of hiding your "relationship" while he doesn't make the slightest effort to disguise it— you press your fingers against his. You decide not to add anything else. Laughing on a few occasions when he makes an off-hand comment or contributing monosyllables to his monologue.

In the elevator you lean against his arm and it feels good, the proximity, the warmth given off by his body until the metal doors open and this closeness is snatched from you as you are both forced out.

"I know what you're thinking." His voice is like a pin that bursts your thought bubble.

Did he know? Satoru's apartment is a comforting place after struggling under the hot sun out there, the air conditioner sends chills down your bare arms and legs which makes you wonder if it will be the right temperature for Megumi, you have to control your impulses not to go check right away if his fever had gone down. That boy made you feel very protective, after all it was your idea to bring him here so that Satoru can personally take care of him and you can help him too until his cold gets better and then he can go back to training at Jujutsu High.

You mimic Satoru who takes off his shoes at the entrance and then drop the tote bag on one of the sofas relieving yourself a bit of the physical burden.

"What am I thinking?" you say following him into the kitchen, letting your body lean back against the counter.

He takes off his sunglasses and sets them down on the top of the counter. He moves closer to you with narrowed eyes looking you up and down as if he might actually believe he's going to read your thoughts, his hair falling tousled over his forehead and the occasional strand sticking to his skin from water droplets.

"You're thinking how handsome I am." You snort, stifling a laugh and he looks offended, then takes another step closer and shield-like your arms cross at your chest.

"Cold."

"You're thinking about Megumi?"

Yes… but that wasn't exactly what you were worried about.

"Cold."

"…Me?" His arms cage your body against the counter as if to intimidate you, yet you stand your ground, looking him in the eyes at all times.

"Hot." Satoru looks at you carefully, his eyes narrowing again.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Cold."

"Are you sad?"

"Cold."

"Confused?" you remain silent, and he asks again.

"Hot," you reply, rolling your eyes.

"Is it because of Shoko?"

"I don't want to play anymore." You try to push his body out of your personal space but Satoru doesn't flinch, he lets you struggle against his weight thinking you might actually beat him for a few seconds until you give up and drop your arms on either side of your body.

"Is it because of her?" he insists a second time. "I'm getting mixed signals from your cursed energy. I can't read you, so be honest with me, baby."

When you speak again, you avoid his gaze as much as you can. "I'm confused because I don't know what we are."

Satoru doesn't respond right away, taking a few seconds to take in what you had said. "You think we need a tag?" You click your tongue. "Like boyfriend and girlfriend, like look at them! They're a couple."

You mentally smack your forehead.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," you say biting the inside of your cheek, running away from those eyes.

"Hey," Satoru calls you sweetly, a pair of his long fingers grabbing your jaw to gently force you to look at him. "Talk to me." You inhale deeply, particles of his perfume dancing in the air numbing your senses.

"People noticing that we're something just makes me feel more confused. At first I didn't pay attention to it because I liked being with you but now I keep thinking about whether we're something exclusive or not."

"Oh." Satoru pulls away from you to give you the personal space you no longer want so badly to have. Without him occupying your entire vision you once again feel exposed, naked, the cold air becoming too cold. "I don't want to hide. I don't want to sneak around, I don't want to make excuses, I want to hold your hand when I want to and I definitely want exclusivity," he explains. "I definitely don't want to touch anyone else but you."

His little speech makes you feel warm inside and uncomfortable in your own skin. You shift your body weight from one foot to the other.

"I also want exclusivity with you… I guess."

"You guess?" he was smiling.

"I'm sure," you say, now holding his gaze. After all, even though there was never a conversation that explicitly explained what you two were and whether or not if either of you were with someone else it would be a problem, you had never wanted to touch anyone else since the first time you kissed Satoru about two months ago.

Then your dates were starting to become more frequent. You went out in the mornings, you went out at night, you went out after school. One day he asked you to sleep over and one day he held your hand for the first time on the street and from then on you realized that whatever this was, you liked it. You felt comfortable. He never asked you to be his girlfriend and you'd never been in a relationship like this before, so you weren't sure if he felt the same way you did.

"I like you and I want to be with you and hold your hand without giving explanations to anyone else, what do you think about that?"

"Good," you reply. Unable to articulate anything else, your rambunctious heart breaking your ribs.

Satoru steps forward again, his hands cradling your cheeks and you drop your weight into them as you relax your eyelids, sigh his scent, tired of the ball of thoughts that was getting bigger and bigger. Now you didn't want to think, you just had to feel him. His lips brush yours and send shivers through your limbs, his fingers massage your cheekbones and you melt over him.

"I like you," he says, his words pierce your parted lips and tangle on your tongue, making you open wider to let him in.

"I like you," you reply with a moan, pulling yourself against his body to join your lips in a kiss sealing a promise. Your fingers tangled in his shirt pulling him closer, while his fingers massaged the back of your neck.

Satoru pushes his tongue inside you to meet yours which receives him with a gasp, your body grinding against the countertop. You feel his fingers latch onto your thighs beneath your dress and realizing his intentions you pull away from him, slightly dizzy.

You rest your forehead on his chest, your breathing ragged.

"Megumi," you remind him, he clicks his tongue.

"Right."

"I know." Satoru looks down at you from above, unwilling to hide that he was watching your lips.

"Can we…?"

"Make the soup first, give him the pills, and I'll prepare a bath for him," you say patting his chest. Satoru grunts. "Go."

With one last kiss he deposits on your forehead he resigns himself to his fate. Unable to resist he leaves two more on your nose and another on your lips, still holding your face gently.

"I care about him, you know that?" He says out of the blue, as if he wants to make sure you're on his side.

"I know."

"Sometimes it scares me to think I'm doing a bad job," Satoru takes a deep breath, and his voice sounds so tired. Sometimes he didn't give himself enough credit, he was but a child too when he rescued Megumi.

"You're doing the best you can. He's confused, but you're going to earn his trust little by little, you don't have to be his father, you're not. Just try to be a good mentor."

"Thank you for being here." He breathes resignedly, taking a step away from you to hold your hands and lose his gaze on them for a moment.

"Thanks for letting me do it."

Suddenly he turns on his infinity and lifts his head, a wicked grin creeps across his face and concern makes your skin crawl because that always came with a bad idea.

"Uh. What?"

"Maybe I want to adopt a pet."

A confused smile comes across your face, Satoru really had the ability to change the subject in less than a minute.

"A pet? Baby, I don't know if you have time to take care of a pet," you remind him sweetly.

"Maybe something tiny like fish or birds. You can come help me take care of them." His cheeks change color, turning a little redder and you knew he wasn't just telling you he wanted to get a pet, he was asking you to spend more time with him, in his apartment, and the idea scared you because you knew how close you were to falling in love with him.

more notes. the timeline of this would be gojo at about 23 and megumi at about 10. My hc (can't remember if it's canon) is that he took him to school and handed him over to yaga's care after finding him, but as megumi got older gojo started to have a closer relationship with the boy as a teacher to student which would then transition to both of them seeing each other more as family <3

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What are your realistic and maybe negative headcanons about dating Saturo or Kento?

Satoru is very attached to you, very much in need of constant attention. He needs to know where you are, who you will go with and what time you will be back; depending on what kind of person you are this may or may not be a problem for you.

Very direct, he will always confront you if something bothers him, if he has doubts about something you did or why you did it.

Hard to notice patterns of change. He is unlikely, even with his 6 eyes to notice that something is bothering you/makes you feel bad unless you tell him directly (at least the first few months, I think after living with you for a while it gets easier for him to read you).

He's not the jealous type, he's so sure of you and the relationship you have, he's sure of himself and the type of boyfriend he is with you that he's intimidated by people who might look at you on the street.

I think it can be hard for him to show you his vulnerability. even though he likes to be spoiled by you when you ask him if something makes him feel sad or hurts him, he would rather pretend that everything is okay than admit that he is human deep down inside.

mommy issues.

Nanami is the ideal type of boyfriend/husband for many people, he can cook, bake, is domestic and likes to be at home. He has plants in his apartment that he takes care of like his children, reads to you in the evenings and loves to always be the big spoon and hug you.

It's hard for nanami to show himself vulnerable, I think that's his worst flaw, along with that, he never says when something is wrong, with him, with you guys in general. It is always you who should approach him and tell him that he should not always pretend to be strong with you.

workaholic and is always thinking about work which leads him to postpone many vacations or trips. He doesn't know how to say no, which leads him to always put other people's feelings above him, even if he gets hurt.

stubborn. when he says something is so, or that he should do something he thinks is the right thing to do, he's going to do it even if it costs him to make you mad.

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Currently thinking of making love with Satoru; you and him are just so made for each other, so in sync that every "oh" and "ah" that falls from your lips in pleasure matches the whines that leave him with each thrust he takes into you - and it happens so many times that it makes both of you giggle in a sloppy kiss

I think this is so special for both of you, but especially for Satoru, who is so touch starved and hungry for genuine intimacy. So when it finally happens, Satoru knows it's unlike any other time he's shared a bed with someone. It's the way your bodies seem to merge, as if a single layer of skin and muscle envelopes them, connecting them into an inseparable whole. The cursed energy of the two of you vibrates in perfect synchronicity, as if you were one. It's the way you exhale and he inhales your breath, in a constant cycle of shared life. There is no need for words when your bodies and breaths speak a language of their own.

There's a desire held back for so long, finally exploding in a surge of intense sensations: your nails clawing at his back, his hands squeezing your flesh with a mixture of need and adoration. Satoru pulls you to the edge and you let him do it, surrendering to the moment, marking his collarbone with your lips, leaving a wet trail down to his neck.

You're so close, and he knows it. He wants to take everything from you, to be selfish for once and crawl into that place with you. He wants to mark you as his.

And just before the moment culminates, a low, deep "I love you" echoes through the room, like distant bells bouncing off the walls, tangling in the sheets and splitting your chest in two. The words float in the air, eternal, while the world seems to stop only for both of you.

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husband satoru staying distracted playing with the wedding ring around your finger when you go to bed and forget to take it off

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There is a heart wave going through my area and it has given me a brain worm about gojo...

It's crazy hot so you're home alone in just your panties and have fallen asleep and you wake up to gojo playing/sucking on your boobs

i particularly love somno with gojo because i feel it is so possible that he is into this kink, this man is never home; always working late and traveling from city to city after mission, and whenever he shows up he finds you sleeping in his bed, in your pajama shorts and cotton tank top— like an offering to him.

you can't just hope he won't take it.

from gojo admiring you at the edge of the bed, it goes to him touching you through his technique. then he reaches over and sucks through the fabric, you moan but don't wake up. so this leads him to keep sucking. more and more needy, until you wake up confused, hot and a little sweaty, with your nipples in your boyfriend's mouth and his fingers stroking your slit through your shorts.

"hi, baby. i didn't want to wake you, i missed you.”

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Currently thinking about Satoru cumming from just rubbing his head between your folds and against your clit, his opaque seed covering your inguinal area. He then licks it all up and spits it into your aching cunny before eating you out like a starved man.

I think he loves doing that, holding one of your thighs with his big, open hand as he gasps, breathing heavy at the sight of your glistening, wet, open pussy, waiting for him. with his other hand, he grips his cock, moving slowly as he jerks himself off between your folds, rubbing himself against your clit. you moan, your body twitching beneath him, but you only get him to squint and frown, his breathing quickens and, just before you can process it, you feel the hot white cum covering your clit and sliding down your labia, covering it all.

satoru plays with you, barely pushing the tip of his cock inside you, enjoying how you writhe beneath him as he watches the mess he has made of your body. finally, he kneels between your thighs, lowering his head with breathtaking devotion. his lips brush your pussy slowly, kissing you with a leisurely intensity, before he spits and licks without pausing. he thinks of nothing else, his mind caught up in the sweet taste of your essence mingling with his own.