JJK — bf!fratjo's four-step plan on how to win his girl back! . . . wc: 2.3k words
Author’s Notes : I love the fratjo and nerdjo concept and wanted to try writing for it !!!
You were getting tired.
The partying he was addicted to if you had to say, the girls that couldn’t back off, the way he came to your dorm at the dead of night, smelling like cheap beer and cigarettes, and his smirk you wish you could wipe off his face.
His texts were quick, conversations with him even shorter. It was like you weren’t even dating anymore!
Your friends had grown tired of your endless rants about Satoru Gojo, the campus heartthrob, the golden boy, the ladies’ man, and most especially— your boyfriend.
You didn’t know if it was luck that somehow, you caught his attention in a sea of fangirls. You could go far as to call it a miracle.
A part of you suspected he wasn’t serious about you and your relationship. Like you were an excuse he could say to girls that wanted to get in his pants. But, as of late, it wasn’t working. Did it ever even work? You didn’t know either.
You couldn’t understand the man at all– when you’d pass by each other in the hallways, the most you were getting from him was a smile he gave everyone. No hug, no greeting, not even a wave. Just a casual smile, a nod your way if you were lucky.
But behind closed doors, more specifically the door of your dorm with a broken lock, he was the dream. He spoiled you with his affection (and his money). Plans that day suddenly called for a raincheck as soon he remembered to spend his time with his beloved partner. Just so you couldn’t break up with him.
It was damning. You were angry at him with no particular reason why. You felt unloved and unattended even when he made sure you knew he still loved you. Maybe that was what you were holding onto.
That silver lining that yes, he was your boyfriend.
Even with that fact, even with his love, you just couldn’t get yourself to believe anything he said.
You couldn’t believe the “group project” excuses that stretched into the early hours. You couldn’t believe his compliments when he said it while looking at the cheerleader who had passed by. You couldn’t believe him when he said he quit smoking when the smell still lingered on his figure.
And you just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Satoru, I think we should break up,” you said, talking in the crowded hallway. He felt as if his world shattered into glass pieces.
“Babe, what’s this about? You can’t be serious,” Gojo uttered, uncrossing his hands from his chest. He looked genuinely shocked, albeit a little scared.
“I can’t keep up with you, Toru. You’re always at parties, you’re constantly lying to me, and you can’t even tell girls to back off. It feels like you’re not even my boyfriend anymore!” You couldn’t deny that you were getting a little heated. The way you said his nickname was ironic in a sense. He stared at you as you listed reasons, his eyebrows furrowed.
“So what’s the point in keeping a relationship when you can’t even greet me in the hallways properly? It’s a waste of both our times,” you looked away, wanting to go.
You turned the other way, opting to just walk away and leave at that. Surely, he got the message, right?
Well, if there was one thing you knew about Gojo, it was that he was stubborn as fuck.
He grabbed your wrist before you could be out of reach, making you stop.
“Babe, don’t be like this. We can still work it out—”
“What can’t you understand? I don’t want this to work out anymore!” You interrupted his plea, getting annoyed.
“Come on, you’re just angry, baby, please think this through. Babe, please,” he knew he looked pathetic begging in a hallway, your conversation just loud enough to be heard by the students walking. Most stayed to hear the argument– ugh, they just couldn’t mind their own business!
“No! Let me go, Satoru, I’m serious,” you said, trying to remove yourself from his iron-grip. For once in your life, you cursed his almost heavenly physique.
“Baby, please–”
“Satoru, let me go, or I will scream,” you threatened. Obviously, you wouldn’t, but whatever works.
At that, he finally let go, and when you looked at his eyes one last time, they glistened, as if they were holding back tears.
Later that night, he was at a small gathering with his friends. It was the dead of night, and the three of them had a bottle of cold beer in their hands. It was a sight, seeing as he wasn’t at a party.
“What did I even do wrong? It’s not like I wanted these fucking girls to be hanging off of me! They’re leeches! And what’s so wrong with partying? At least I wasn’t cheating. Speaking of that—” Gojo ranted to Geto and Shoko, surely drunk out of his mind.
The two sighed, Geto contemplating whether he should smash the bottle on Gojo’s head or not. He’d been at it for hours, and his engine didn’t even look half-done.
“You know, maybe she’s right, Sat,” Shoko said smoothly, lighting yet another cigarette. “Even I’d say you’re an asshole,” she added with a smile on her face.
“But I’ve been so perfect to her! I love her too much to be an asshole,” Gojo put the bottle down, looking at the sky with flushed cheeks.
“What did she even say?” Geto joined in, opting to try and understand his situation.
“I told you already! She said that I’m always partying, and that I keep lying, and that I have too many girls– which isn’t my fault, by the way!” Gojo announced loudly, his speech slurred. Geto let out another sigh, tempted to chug the beer down his throat in an attempt to drown out his voice.
“Just get her back if you miss her so much,” Shoko said, taking a hit before smoke came out of her nose.
“And how the hell would I do that?” Gojo pouted.
“Figure it out. She’s your girlfriend,” Geto muttered, standing up and stretching. “Maybe start with… I don't know, not partying every night?” Gojo sighed loudly at his suggestion, thinking of it.
“Any other ideas?”
“This is why she broke up with you.”
“Rude!”
Then formed a four-step plan to get you back. Or, more accurately, a series of attempts to somehow win your love again. But, hey! A plan is a plan. Foolproof, or as foolproof as it could be for Gojo.
STEP ONE ; Begging
Gojo was very, very pushy. It was a miracle you hadn’t blocked him yet. Well, maybe you did and he didn’t know. There’s always Instagram if you actually did block his number, though!
[2:48 AM]
satoru: baby come on
satoru: u can’t be serious baby pls i’ll be better
satoru: i promise on my homeboys
satoru: baby?
satoru: love please
satoru: y/n
[5 missed calls]
satoru: baby call me back ok?
satoru: i love you
[3:05 AM]
@ thehonoredbro: did u really block my number babe?
@ thehonoredbro: baby please reply to me
@ thehonoredbro: miss u so bad :(
@ thehonoredbro: love please i’ll never party again
@ thehonoredbro: please
[9:12 AM]
y/n: oh my god satoru leave me alone
@ thehonoredbro: BABY
@ thehonoredbro: please baby
@ thehonoredbro: dont leave me please
: This user has blocked you.
Safe to say it wasn’t the best start to his plan. However much he was pushy, you were stubborn. A match made in heaven, he’d say.
STEP TWO ; Stalking Coincidental Meet-ups
Gojo knew your schedule by heart. He could recite it like it was his favorite song, that’s how much he loved you! He swears. Gojo knows you come out of class at two in the afternoon and goes to a nearby café to get your work done. He even knows your exact order.
And he just so happens to be there with Choso.
“What are we even doing here? You don’t even like coffee,” Choso says, annoyed that Gojo had dragged him over here when he could be playing games. Truth be told, they did not fit in at all. Two six foot tall men in a cozy, cutesy café. Just then, the door opens and Gojo’s head basically snaps to look at the source of the sound.
You stop in your tracks once you make eye contact, immediately turning around to leave.
“Hey, come on, babe, I’m right here!” Gojo loudly calls out to you, catching the attention of everyone there. Choso pretends he doesn’t know him.
You, despite yourself, turned around again, clutching your laptop in your hands, and walked over to Gojo.
“What the hell are you doing, Satoru? We’re done.”
“Me and Choso were just craving coffee! What’s so wrong with that?”
“You don’t even like coffee.”
“It’s good to explore, babe,” he said simply, looking at you, almost lovesick.
“Can’t you explore anywhere else?” You were trying to keep your calm. “And don’t call me that.”
“I like it here! And I like the name,” Choso looked absolutely embarrassed at his sad excuse of an act. How obvious could he be?
“You’re so annoying, Satoru.”
“That’s baby to you.”
You left the café and went to the library instead. So much for that coffee you were craving.
When you had finally gotten a seat at the library, someone sat beside you, placing a takeout box of your favorite pastry and coffee from the café. You were met with a fluff of white hair and bright blue eyes, looking at your reaction.
“What now, Satoru?”
“Baby,” he corrected.
“What do you want?”
“Take me back.”
“No.”
“Please, baby?”
“Go away,” you argued in hushed voices, not wanting to disturb the other people studying.
“You’re not even gonna eat? I know you haven’t had lunch yet.”
“Food isn’t allowed in here. Take your shit and go.”
Gojo sighed, taking the food and leaving the library. After all, he knew better to argue when you were in a foul mood. He knew all too well. Because he loves you.
STEP THREE ; Every girl loves flowers, right?
The closest flower shop was 20 minutes away from his dorm and his car was in the shop. Did that stop him though? Of course not!
He walked the 40 minutes, 20 there and 20 back, and got the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you dated, rarely did he ever get you flowers. Maybe when you two fought, and maybe on your birthday. He could hardly remember.
And yet, there he was in the blazing heat of the sun, flowers that cost more than his debt in his hands (which reminds him of the money he owed Geto. Oops!).
Then, he waited another 40 minutes just so he could give the flowers to you when you came out of class, effectively missing his own for the sake of it.
When that didn’t work because you ignored him and went to a meeting, he waited for you there. He didn’t care for the weird looks, nor could he care that he waited more than an hour to give flowers to you. He clearly wasn’t thinking straight.
When you tried to go to your dorm, he followed you there, trying to get you to accept the flowers he so graciously walked 40 minutes for.
Somehow, you had gotten inside without him or his flowers. He then kept knocking for five minutes and eventually decided to leave it at your door.
The next day, he showed up again, only to find the flowers in a nearby trashcan. Ouch.
STEP FOUR ; Chase her (like it's a race and she’s the finish line!)
It was rinse-and-repeat for weeks. Both of you weren't willing to give up. You have your pride to keep and his to break. You just couldn’t at this point!
As for him, he hadn’t gone to a party in weeks. People say they don’t see him anymore. That he doesn’t drink anymore, that he doesn’t smoke anymore. His fangirls miss him to death, and when they were lucky enough to come across him, they were met with an indifference that could rival the coldness of winter. It wasn’t like him at all.
In the great mind of Satoru Gojo, he could get you back if he fixed the reasons you left him for. That was the only correct thing he’d thought all week. And fix, he did. All that’s left to do is win you back, because who was Satoru without winning a challenge?
But, Gods, you were making it so. Fucking. Hard. You wouldn't budge at all!
“Come on, baby, I quit everything. I don’t party, I don’t smoke, I don’t drink. Please, just take me back,” Satoru pleaded for what seemed like the hundredth time. By now, everyone on campus has caught on to how hopelessly devoted he is to you.
He tried to reach out for you, but you pulled away just as quickly.
“It’s not that, Satoru—“
“Then what is it? What do you want, baby? I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll never touch a cigarette again, just take me back. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, come on,” He said, leaning closer to your face. “Please.”
You sighed. A part of you wanted to relent— to feel the comfort of his arms again. The other part of you, the nagging, paranoid one, kept telling you he’d go back to his old self the moment you got back together.
It was a gamble, sure, trust was needed where you couldn’t afford. But you loved him.
And maybe, just this once, he wasn’t lying.
After all, if he ever did go back, you could just leave him again, right?
the time i went to jail but it wasn’t even really my fault
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a/n: every time i make these i’m convinced i’m the funniest person ever it’s so embarrassing 😭 posting smaus now at noon CT 🙂↕️❤️thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β
lazy, sleepy morning sex with toji, where you’re both still caught in that half-awake daze. he’s spooning you, large arms wrapped around your waist as his fingers dip between your legs, prying you open for him, already so wet.
he’ll grumble soft words of praise into your ear, voice rough with sleep, kissing the valley between your neck and shoulder as he finally pushes in, deep and slow.
you both moan in sync, quiet and soft, and his pace is gentle, his touch firm as his hands slide over the flesh of your stomach, below your sleep shirt, over to cup your breasts.
your head tilts back slightly as you move your hips back against him, struggling to keep your eyes open as both sleep and pleasure consume you. toji grips your thigh a little harder, squeezing as he thrusts deep enough to rock against that spot that’s got you whimpering his name under your breath. his cock always fills you so good in the mornings, every ridge pressed tightly against your walls.
and he always finishes inside. says he likes to watch his cum drip out of you, watch your pussy twitch weakly as he chuckles, spreading you open further to inspect his artwork.
you pull him by the back of his neck for a soft kiss, mumbling gentle words before you fall back asleep, the sunlight drifting through the blinds as toji pulls you closer to his chest.
A short drabble on Satoru coming back after a long day of work to find himself replaced by a plushie. Fuming over a stuffed toy? Yes, that’s Gojo Satoru for you.
Content: Gojo x Fem!reader, fluff
A/N: HEHE GUESS WHO GOT A NEW GOJO PLUSH!
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All was quiet at midnight.
You were fast asleep on the huge king-sized bed, pink sheets all messy and ruffled up around you. Moonlight spilled in through the window you forgot to close, reflecting bits of silver in your hair. Your face was half-buried in a plushie, long lashes closed and your breathing at a steady, rhythmic pace, peaceful in your dreams.
Asleep, you weren't aware of your boyfriend Satoru standing at the edge of the bed, a sour expression on his face as he scowled down at you.
Or, more accurately, at the plushie you were hugging oh so tightly.
The plushie was a miniature of him you ordered online, soft and plush with his exact white hair and blue eyes, and even a silly smirk that, quote-and-quote from you, 'reminded you of him'.
Now, it sat snugly in your arms, with your head nuzzled into its soft cotton.
Satoru ground his teeth as he glared down at the plushie.
What. Is. This. Thing. Doing. Here.
He huffed, his blue eyes narrowing as he continued his glowering at the plushie. Last time he checked, he remembered, very vividly, how there had been only two people in the bed.
So when did this imposter waltz in and steal his spot in your arms?
A few days ago, you'd proudly introduced the thing as Toru. He had scoffed. A plush toy couldn't possibly compete with the real, majestic him.
And yet—
If anyone else had been in the room with Satoru, they would have smelled the sourness leaking out of him as he sulked.
Satoru reached out, his fingertips brushing against the stray strand of hair scattered across your cheek, then slowly landing on Toru's head.
His fingers instinctively tightened, giving Toru's head a little squeeze. Not very hard, but enough to make it squish. Watching that stupid smirk warp under his grip eased Satoru's irritation. But only by a little. You'd probably wake up and tell him, "Don't bully Toru!"
Even in your sleep, you seemed to sense some kind of hostility lurking in the darkness. You pulled Toru closer to you, rubbing your cheek against it unconsciously.
Satoru's eye twitched.
That should have been me! He thought.
His gaze shifted from the plushie to your face. Your lips were now slightly parted.
Cute.
But you were holding something else.
Like, hello? Boyfriend right here? Why are you hugging that thing?
His fingers left Toru's head and gently traced the back of his knuckles across your cheek.
Satoru was careful not to wake you up, but you were just too cute for him he couldn’t help but touch you.
That sour feeling in his chest expanded into something like childish dissatisfaction. Satoru stared at Toru, which you were still cradling so preciously to your chest.
Satoru concluded one thing: Toru's smirky face was too smug. It was provoking him.
The moment that thought popped into his head, Satoru almost laughed at himself. He was seriously competing with a stuffed toy.
But that didn't stop him from continuing his glare at Toru.
Satoru's hand slid down slowly, past your shoulder, and gently landed on the arm you had wrapped around the plushie. His fingers closed around your wrist, circling it entirely.
Have you been eating properly lately?
Better take you out for something nice to eat tomorrow.
The thought mixed with his discontent with the plushie as his gaze lingered on your peaceful sleeping face, his fingers unconsciously rubbing your arm twice. Then, very slowly, Satoru began to try to extract Toru from your arms.
He finally found a little leverage to pull some part of the plushie out. But you were holding on tight, one of your legs dangling across, your cheeks pressed against it, practically tangled.
Satoru couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips.
Fuck. Why do you have to be so cute.
Instead of forcing it out, he started patting your back gently, over and over, to try to get you to loosen up a little.
Maybe his soft pats worked, or maybe you shifted in your dreams. Either way, the gap between you and Toru widened just a smidge.
Satoru's fingers darted in hurriedly before the gap closed, grabbing one side of Toru's body. The fabric was warm from your body heat and smelled faintly of your scent.
Holding his breath and being as quiet as he could, Satoru began pulling it out, inch by inch.
Within a few minutes, that smug-looking plushie was finally and completely extracted from your embrace.
The weight of Toru settled in his hand. Satoru held it up to his face, examining it carefully. In the dim moonlight, that smirking face still looked just as brain-dead as ever. He squinted at it, giving its face a harder, more revengeful squeeze this time.
…It's just a regular plushie.
Completely inferior to the real, handsome guy right here.
Satoru pouted, tossing the plushie unceremoniously to the other side of the bed, face-down into the mattress (you would definitely tell him off if he left it on the ground), and turned his attention back to you.
Now that the plushie was gone, your arms were empty. You seemed to sense something off in your sleep as Satoru caught your brows furrowing slightly. Your hands patted around blindly, searching for the source of warmth that had suddenly vanished. When you found nothing, you curled up tighter and let out a small whine.
Hmph. Now you're ready for my warm embrace.
Satoru thought smugly, finally stopping his sulking.
He lay down and turned to face you. Reaching out tentatively, he wrapped an arm around your waist. Your body was soft, warm with sleep and completely relaxed. He tightened his arm, pulling you closer to him.
Your body stiffened for a second, and then, as if finding a better anchor, nuzzled towards him. You mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, pressing your cheek against his chest and lifting your arms unconsciously. Shifting one of your legs, you slowly wrapped it around his waist.
Satoru took a deep breath, filling his lungs with that comforting scent of yours. Your warm body, now finally in his arms, filled that hollow ache he felt watching you hug that plushie.
He tightened his arms again, holding you securely against him, his chin gently rubbing against the top of your head.
That sourness vanished the instant you fully sank into his arms, replaced by a sense of satisfaction and a hint of smugness.
He closed his eyes, feeling your steady breath flutter against his chest.
Toru, discarded to the side, was already completely forgotten.
Satoru leaned in and pressed a quick, light kiss to your forehead.
I love you.
Notes from Vivi: I’m posting more frequently now cuz I have five consecutive days of holidays from school. HEHE! Anyways, I’m only preparing for one exam on the 22nd so I have more free time. I really hope you guys enjoyed this!
satoru gojo!merman x princess!reader req by @midnightking24 warnings : none! mostly fluff oneshot no ai used 😚
the first time you see him, you think he's the trick of the sea.
the ocean is silver beneath the moon, stretching endlessly from the cliffs of your kingdom. you'd snuck away from another royal banquet, shoes abandoned somewhere behind you, skirts gathered in your hands as you wandered down to the shore.
the waves lap at your ankles.
and then---
white hair. floating among the dark water like sea foam.
you freeze.
a pair of impossibly blue eyes stare back at you. "wow," the stranger says.
you blink.
he blinks, "you're way prettier than the sailors described." he huffs out with a breathless chuckle.
you immediately throw a rock at him, and the stranger ducks beneath the water with another laugh.
"weirdo." you mutter, turning on your heel and stomping away.
when you return the next night, you tell yourself it's because you're curious. not because you spent the entire day thinking about blue eyes and an annoying grin.
absolutely not.
he surfaces the moment you arrive, "took you long enough."
"you assumed i'd come back?" you raise an eyebrow.
"of course."
his confidence is unbearable.
you sit on a flat rock near the shore, and he drapes himself across another---only half emerging from the water. that's when you finally notice it. a tail. long and powerful, shimmering beneath the moonlight.
not green.
not blue.
silver.
like starlight trapped beneath the sea.
your breath catches, the stranger notices. his grin softens, "oh."
you blink away from the slimy tail, meeting his piercing gaze. "..what?"
he shrugs, "it's cute." your face heats. "the way you keep staring."
you squeal---embarrassed and throw another rock at him.
⁀➴
his name is satoru.
apparently.
at least that's what he claims, but you don't entirely trust him yet.
especially after discovering he's incapable of having a normal conversation. "what's it like being a princess?"
your eyes narrow, "what's it like being a fish?"
his offended gasp echoes across the beach. "a fish?"
"you live in the ocean."
"i'm a merman."
"close enough."
he tsks, shaking his head. "princess, you're lucky you're cute."
eventually days become weeks.
weeks become months.
every evening, you find yourself slipping away from the palace. and every evening, satoru is waiting. sometimes he shows you treasures from beneath the sea---pearls bigger than your palms, shells that sing when held to your ear, or coral gardens hidden beneath crystal water.
sometimes you tell him stories instead.
about the kingdom.
about your family.
about the pressure of being a princess.
the expectations, the endless responsibilities---satoru listens quietly. which surprises you, because usually he's talking. a lot. but when it matters, he listens. really listens.
like every word you say is important, like you're important.
it's dangerous.
the way your heart begins to race whenever you see him---the way his smile becomes your favourite thing in the world.
one evening, you ask him why he always comes.
the question slips out before you can stop it, and satoru's expression changes. for the first time since you've met him, he looks nervous. you almost don't recognise it.
"because i like you."
your heart stops.
he says it so simply.
like it's obvious.
like it isn't the most terrifying thing you've ever heard.
"oh." you laugh despite yourself, "wow."
he raised his eyebrow, his own grin cracking. "that's your response?
"i wasn't expecting that." you fiddle with your fingers.
"really?"
"really."
satoru moves closer, the water rippling around him. "you didn't notice?"
"no," you shake your head.
he groans dramatically, throwing his head back. "you're impossible."
"i'm serious!" you huff in defence.
satoru lowers his head slowly, tilting it to the side as he studies you. "princess," his voice becomes softer. warmer. "i made it so obvious."
your stomach flips. because suddenly you're aware of everything. the way he always wait for you, the way he remembers every tiny detail you tell him, the way his eyes search for you the second you arrive, the way he smiles differently around you. not the grin he gives everyone else. something gentler. something that only belongs to you.
"oh," you realise, a faint crease in your lips forming.
his laugh is quiet, "there it is."
the problem with falling in love with a merman is that eventually reality catches up.
you're a princess.
he's part of the sea.
neither of you belong in each other's world.
the thought haunts you.
until one night, sitting together beneath a sky full of stars, you finally said it aloud.
"what happens when we can't do this anymore?"
satoru goes still, and the ocean seems to hold its breath. "who says we can't?"
"be serious."
"i am,"
you look at him---really look at him. and for once, there's no teasing. no jokes, only certainty.
"i'll find a way."
"satoru---"
"i don't care how difficult it is," his hand reaches for yours, warm despite the cold water. "i'll find a way."
your chest aches. because you believe him. not because it's realistic, not because it makes sense, but because it's satoru. and somehow, impossibly, he always makes the impossible seem easy.
⁀➴
years later, court historians would write about treaties between land and sea.
about alliances never seen before.
about a princess and a merman who changed two worlds.
but that's not your favourite part of the story, your favourite part is much simpler.
it's a memory.
a moonlit beach.
cold waves brushing your feet.
a beautiful stranger emerging from the ocean.
and the moment you realised that sometimes love doesn't care about kingdoms, oceans, or destiny. sometimes it looks at you with bright blue eyes and says---
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ - the cute rich-boy who keeps on visiting your little ice cream shop likes you?
This was the 6th time this week that he had visited your humble little shop. And today was only Tuesday.
What does he want? Goodness. This much ice cream can't be good for one human being. You thought as you scooped birthday cake (his favorite) into a cone for him FOR THE 6TH TIME.
There were 3 possibilities. He was either a chud, an ice cream enthusiast, or someone with a ton of money to spend. You refused to acknowledge the 4th option that maybe he wanted your number.
The man in front of you was tall, lean, fair-skinned, had absurd white hair, and wore a derpy grin on his face despite looking like a grown ass adult. (Then again, a little whimsy never hurt anyone.)
You hand him his cone, your fingers brush slightly during the exchange, but you try to ignore that. His eyes linger on you a beat too long before he walks out of the shop.
The same thing happened the following week. You'd clock into work, he'd visit 1 to 3 times in one day while looking at you like a lovesick puppy and he'd give you the cash for the ice cream.
You told yourself it didn't matter whether or not he was litterally stuffing his guts full of dairy and cream—this was your job. You couldn't butt in. You shouldn't butt in. But—
"Sir, this is the..." You checked the small slip of paper full of tallies recording how many times he's visited the store this month, "Fourieth time you've came for ice cream this month. Look, I know this isn't my place but I really don't think this is healthy."
A bead of silence followed and his grin expanded, "You noticed me?"
You raise an eyebrow, "It's kinda hard not to when you're our best customer."
He leaned over the counter—not enough to invade your personal space but enough for you to catch a whisk of his expensive cologne.
"I'm Satoru. Satoru Gojo." He extended a hand. You grimaced but shook it anyway. It was warm, soft. Probably smelt like lavender from whatever fancy hand cream he was using.
"Um. Ok? But for your safety, I really don't think you should be taking in this much ice cream daily."
He doesn't seem phased. "I'll stop, only if I can get your number."
The audacity of some men.
You sigh, torn between telling him 'fuh no' and accepting out of concern.
"Fine. Here it is."
"And that, is how we met." Gojo chirps, giving you a side hug. He holds up his hand to show off his shiny diamond wedding ring to Geto and Shoko.
"So you pestered this poor woman and sacrificed your guts because you thought she was hot?" Shoko deadpans.
Gojo gasps, "No! It was more than that!" A beat of silence. "Ok, maybe that's kinda what happened."
Geto rubs his temples, "At least it worked."
Indeed it did.
a/n: im sorry but you've GOT to be rich to buy that much ice cream
gojos favorite flavor is birthday cake because i say so
prepare yourselves; I got an angsty zombie au saved in my drafts and I’m not afraid to use it!
edit: the zombie au is here (...ominous music woooo so scary)
“Everyone find a partner. No more than groups of three,” the teacher announced after assigning the class a project.
You saw the way that the other kids looked at their friends as the teacher spoke about a project. The way that everyone ran up like they knew exactly who to work with the second the teacher stopped talking. But most importantly, you saw the way that nobody even glanced at you. Like you didn’t even exist.
It wasn’t a surprise. You were the shy, quiet student who sat at the back of class and only spoke if you were forced to.
As you scanned the classroom, you saw everyone click like puzzle pieces. The only person you would’ve considered partnering up with was Nanami. He always seemed nice and responsible. He was the complete opposite of the kid you absolutely hated.
To your right was Satoru Gojo. He was everything you weren’t. He was loud, and popular, and a huge trouble maker. You’d always found Gojo annoying and dislikable. It wasn’t like your opinion of him mattered anyway. Everyone else seemed to love him just fine.
Unfortunately for you, Nanami had already partnered up with his best friend, Haibara. You sighed, mustering up the courage to ask the teacher if you could work alone.
“Hey, stop! I’ll actually do my part this time, I swear!” You heard Gojo promise Shoko and Geto as they formed their little group of three.
“You said that last time, Satoru,” Geto reminded. Shoko and Geto were totally ganging up on him to tease.
The chair squeaked slightly against the tile floor as you stood up, fixing your skirt as you made your way to the teachers desk.
“Mrs. A? Would it be okay if I completed the project by myself?” You asked the teacher, fiddling with your fingers.
She gave you an understanding smile. You knew your teachers liked you. You never caused trouble and always got good grades.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You can’t work on this one alone. There’s a couple groups of three. Would you like me to find you a partner?” Mrs. A replied sympathetically.
The only thing worse than not having a partner was the teacher forcing somebody to be partners with you against their will.
You knew what it was like when partners were assigned. They’d talk to their friend across the classroom and refuse to do any work because they got partnered with the smart kid that they were embarrassed to even be around.
“That’s okay, I can ask somebody,” you replied softly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You turned around and walked back to your seat to think. God, this was terrible. Group projects were something straight out of hell.
You hadn’t known, but Gojo had heard your conversation with the teacher. He watched as you silently made your way back to the part of the classroom where nobody was sitting.
Gojo flipped off his friends as they spoke about how he was a terrible group mate once more. “Fine. Screw you guys, I’ll find a different partner,” he told them before walking away. “Have fun,” Shoko waved goodbye. Geto was left smiling.
Gojo rolled his eyes again, glancing over at you. You’d just sat down, taking out your notebook and acting like you were doing something to stall. You don’t wanna actually ask anybody.
“Hey,” a voice spoke while you dug a pencil out of your backpack.
You looked up at see Gojo. Without saying anything in response, you just went back to looking at your notebook.
There was only one possible reason Gojo would be talking to you right now. You knew how popular kids were. How they felt so cool picking on the kids that never said anything back.
“Really? Not even a reply? That’s cold,” Gojo commented, sitting down on a seat beside you. He sprawled out, putting his feet up on a chair in front of him. “I heard you needed a partner. Turns out, I do too,” Gojo shrugged.
You looked at him like he was crazy. He was one hundred percent picking on you right now. But did you really have a choice?
“So.. whatdya say?”
“Okay,” you replied, opening your computer. “What topic do you wanna do?” You asked, fiddling with a strand of hair.
Gojo shrugged again. “Doesn’t matter to me.”
You nodded in reply. Of course it wouldn’t matter to him. Gojo wasn’t the type of kid who put much effort into schoolwork.
Since he didn’t seem to have an opinion on anything, you chose the topic that seemed the easiest. It had to do with the economic policies of the Japanese government.
You’d gotten to work almost instantly. Gojo just sat near you, tossing a paper ball in the air over and over again.
It was almost like you were the only one actually doing the work in the whole class. Everyone else was just goofing off with their friends. It seemed nice.
“So, how come you’re so quiet?” Gojo finally asked you.
You swallowed, taking a moment to answer. Social skills weren’t your strong suit. “I don’t know. I’m just quiet,” you replied. He didn’t seem too satisfied with that answer.
“But like.. why? What do you get out of it?”
It just wasn’t something a popular kid like Gojo would ever understand.
“I just don’t have anything to say. It’s hard to speak up sometimes,” you explained.
For a moment, your partner didn’t reply. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Then, Gojo caught you off guard by saying the most unexpected thing. “I know how lonely it can feel being by yourself all the time.”
That was the truth. Growing up, Gojo had been raised to be nothing but a weapon. He’d been alone for majority of his life. He understood more than you’d ever expect. Of course, you were oblivious to all of this. Why would you? Gojo seemed perfectly happy and constantly surrounded by others.
At his words, you made a confused face. He decided to elaborate.
“I didn’t really have any friends growing up. Everyone always treated me differently because of my strength.”
Never in a million years did you think you’d relate to the one boy in the classroom you hated the most. Looking back, Gojo had never really made fun of you. It was just his habit of getting himself into trouble that you disliked.
You just stared at him, not knowing what to say in reply. Before you could say anything, the bell rang.
You sighed, closing your computer and packing up your bag. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my part,” Gojo assured, slinging his bag over one shoulder. “…maybe. See ya,” He waved goodbye before catching up to his friends.
You sat there a few moments after Gojo had left, completely stunned. His kindness had been completely unexpected. A pink blush crept up your cheeks. You’d never talked to a boy that way before. Let alone the most popular boy in school.
You snapped yourself out of it before your fantasies went any further.
.
.
A few periods later, it was lunch time.
Last night, you’d had a fight with your parents. As a result of that, your mother didn’t end up packing you a lunch today.
You sighed, making your way to the lunch table you always sat at by yourself anyway.
You sat by the window, putting in your earbuds and listening to music. By now, sitting alone at lunch had been routine for you. The bathrooms had been off limits since one of the deans had found you eating lunch in there.
It was peaceful this way. Staring outside and being lost in thought while nobody bothered you. Being lonely wasn’t all bad sometimes.
Today in particular, you were thinking about Gojo. The way he’d talked to you this morning was refreshing. The conversation played over and over again in your mind.
You were shaken out of your own thoughts after feeling somebody tap your shoulder.
Ironically, Gojo was standing by you, signaling for you to take your earbuds out. You did so, waiting for him to speak. It was almost like he knew you’d been thinking about him since this morning.
“Geez, what are you listening to? I called your name like a hundred times!” He complained.
Once again, you had no reply apart from a muttered “sorry.”
“Anyway, me, Shoko, and Geto are gonna go out for lunch at the new sushi place that opened down the street. Wanna come?” Gojo asked.
A look of confusion crossed your features yet again. Why was he acting like this today? Usually, he never acknowledged you. Being invited to go out to lunch was.. it was a foreign concept to you. You were still convinced this was some sort of mean joke.
Regardless, a part of you had hope that maybe he was just being kind. “Would.. would they mind?” You asked.
Gojo shook his head.
“Okay,” you agreed hesitantly.
Gojo smiled, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you to his friends. “C’mon guys we gotta go! 30 minutes till class starts!” He insisted.
.
.
The three of you had a nice lunch at the sushi place. Gojo had let you order whatever you’d wanted. He’d payed.
Although you didn’t say much, it was nice to just sit with people and even laugh at a few of their jokes.
Gojo noticed your smile. He was glad to have prevented your loneliness. After experiencing isolation himself, Gojo didn’t want anybody else to feel the same way.
For the first time in a long time, you felt seen. You’d enjoyed yourself with other people rather than fearing them.
𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍
Lowkey wrote this to cheer myself up bc how tf do you tell ur friends u feel left out without sounding annoying 😣
Also ill prob edit or rewrite this another time bc i see the potential and I refuse to proofread rn so yeah
♯ nerd!satoru who was beyond irritated. you’d spent the entire night whining and demanding his attention without an ounce of shame, leaving him running on zero sleep before his final the next day. and who would've guessed? your actions have consequences! twt link
satoru didn't look like the class genius right now. his glasses were pushed up haphazardly on his head, his white hair a mess, and his eyes, those piercing, crystalline eyes, were narrowed with a cold, focused irritation. he stood over you, his silhouette looming large against the living room light, while you lay sprawled on the couch, completely exposed and trembling.
he didn't waste time with gentleness either. the moment he snatched you into his dorm room, he had grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs back with a sudden, forceful jerk. your knees were shoved up toward your chest, satoru pinning your lower body in a position that left you wide open and utterly vulnerable.
"a seventy," he spat, his voice low. "i have never seen a number that low on a piece of paper in my entire life. do you have any idea how pathetic a seventy is for me?"
"t—toru— i’m—"
"shut up," he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of anger and lust. "you spent the whole night distracting me! every time i tried to focus on the molecular bonds, you were touching me, whining for attention, making sure i couldn't think about anything but how much i wanted to fuck you dumb."
there was nothing rhythmic or sensual about his thrusts. it was a pounding, punishing pace. he hammered into you, his hips colliding with yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. each thrust was designed to drive the point home, hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur.
"i— i'm s-s—" you tried to choke out an apology, but as he lunged forward again, the force of the impact snapped your head back. the words died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched, broken moan.
"you’re what? you’re sorry?" satoru sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, though he didn't stop the brutal assault of his hips. "sorry doesn't fix my gpa, baby. sorry doesn't erase the fact that i failed to maintain my perfect streak because you couldn't keep your hands off me."
he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising you as he held you locked in that folded position. he accelerated, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy with a violent friction. god, the sound was graphic; the squelch of lubrication and the heavy thud of his body slamming against yours.
"aww, look at you," he cooed, watching your face contort in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intensity. "you love this, don't you? you love knowing you ruined my grade, and now you get to take my big dick for it!"
you tried to speak again, your lips trembling, wanting to tell him how much you loved him, how sorry you were, but every time you opened your mouth, he delivered another blow. you voice was reduced to incoherent whimpers and shattered breaths. you were shaking, your muscles twitching under the onslaught of his pace.
"i’m going to make sure you remember this every time you think about distracting me again," satoru groaned, his pace becoming frantic, almost feral. “you're going to take every inch of this, yeah? you're going to feel exactly how pissed off i am."
he let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. he was bottoming out inside you, stretching you to your limit, driving you deeper into the couch. you could only cling to the fabric of the cushions, your fingers clawing at the material as you were bounced relentlessly.
"tell me," he commanded, his voice straining as he neared his peak. "tell me you're a distraction— fuck!— tell me you're a little brat who deserves to be fucked like this.”
you tried to scream it, to give him what he wanted, but a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire spine. your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy as your walls clamped tight around. as he slammed into you again, the impact sending a shockwave through your core, you managed to find a sliver of your voice.
"t— toru— please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the cushion. "slow— slow down— mmmh! please, just a little—“
satoru let out a small scoff, his cock buried deep in your soaking heat. he looked down at you, seeing your flushed face, your blown out pupils, and the way your body was trembling under his weight. a slow, smug grin spread across his lips, and he let out a soft laugh that vibrated in his chest.
"slow down? y’want me to slow down, angel?" he echoed, his voice a raspy, dangerous purr.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and let out a small, needy moan that shifted into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. the sound was jarring coming from him, a brief lapse in his control that only highlighted how much he was enjoying this.
"you think i’m done with you already?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.
"i’m just getting started,” he snickered once more upon your disheveled appearance, “a seventy is a disaster, and you're going to feel every single point i lost."
without warning, he gripped your thighs even tighter, hauling your knees even closer to your chest until you were practically folded in half. he didn't slow down, instead, he shifted his angle, driving back into you with a renewed, savage intensity.
the sound of his hips slamming against yours returned with a violent slap, the wet squelch of your pussy gripping his thick dick echoing through the quiet room. he began to hammer into you again, faster than before, his movements relentless.
“satoruuu!—” you yelped, crying out, “you’re so— nnghh!— so big— don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease—”
"beg me to slow down again— i dare you," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal as he pounded into your cervix.
"i wanna hear you beg while i fuck the apology right out of you."
second post of the day because i just HAD to write for this man 👅👅👅 he is irresistible.
You had been scrolling all day on social media, practically rotting on the couch, just trying to find something that might entertain you.
And that's exactly when you stumbled across that new bathroom tour trend. It was so stupidly hilarious that you knew right then and there, your husband was about to become your next victim.
You were sitting on the couch with that suspicious grin on your face all day long, just waiting for him to get inside that bathroom and hear the door click.
You had already been soft-launching the fact that you wanted to make a few changes to the bathroom decoration here and there, which hadn't confused him all that much at the time. “You can do whatever you want, baby,” was his casual reply when you told him you might ask your best friend for some tips.
So the moment that damn door finally clicked shut, you rushed to grab your phone. You whipped the camera on, marching straight down the hall and stumbling into the bathroom like absolutely no one was inside.
Since you were both incredibly comfortable in your relationship, Toji didn't even really react at first; he just briefly looked up at you from the toilet before going right back to scrolling on his own phone. That was until he noticed your phone raised up in your hand, and heard you start talking to the screen as you pointed directly at the wall opposite him.
“I'm thinking of putting a shelf right here... maybe some books on it or something...”
“The fuck?” He muttered, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at you.
You completely ignored him and turned, pointing toward the wall where he was sitting, intentionally capturing half of his frame on camera. “A little plant might fit perfectly in here... you can give me your opinion later.”
Toji immediately ducked his head down, trying his best to escape the lens. It was so serious to him that he even clicked off his own phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He started to grow more irritated as you continued to ignore him, fully committed to your little fake bathroom tour. “Last time you told me a picture here would be good... I'll consider that too...”
Stuck in a rare position of total vulnerability, the only resort he had left was launching whatever was within arm's reach at you so you would leave him alone. He started grabbing towels and the plastic bottles of detergent left on the counter, chucking them your way as he yelled.
“Get the hell outta here!”
He pelted you so relentlessly with rolls of toilet paper that you finally broke character, sprinting out of the bathroom laughing like crazy and slamming the door shut so he could finish his business in peace.
“Send that to anyone and I'll murder you!” his muffled voice screamed from the other side of the door.
ᯓ★ discussing the preferred order of children with ur husband- gojo satoru
fluff?
a/n: this was just for funzies, so yeah, i'm sorry if it's not as what was expected. please don't learn english by reading what i wrote (i do this with other fics sometimes). i'm just as lost as you are.
you lay on the bed with gojo cuddled up beside you.
"darling, would you prefer having a daughter or a son first?" you asked. this was a debate that recently grew popular at work. you didn't really take part in the argument, but it made you question. which would you want to have first?
"hmm, i haven't really thought about it." your husband replied. it seems you're both haven't considered the order of gender your children would have. "but now that you asked, maybe a son. why?"
"maybe, but i always imagined we would have a daughter when we talked about a child." you said.
he kissed your cheek and smiled. "would you like a daughter as the oldest child?"
"i mean, i think? if we had a daughter first, i think our family dynamic would be a lot more calm and less chaotic." you replied.
your husband argued. "if we had a son first, they could protect their younger sibling and learn to be more responsible."
you giggled as you remembered your coworkers arguing during lunch break. "i see why people kept talking about it at work, it really is something to think about."
"yeah, but what if the scenario doesn't happen and you get a double of boys or girls." your husband suggested.
you slightly gasp. "you're right! i haven't even thought about that. hmm..." you try to imagine a life with a double of each. "i see having two sons. two babies that would definitely make me lose some hairs, but i don't think there would ever be a dull moment in our lives."
"really? i can imagine having two daughters." he smiles as he explains what he thought of. "i can see myself brushing their hair, playing as a customer at their pretend restaurant, dressing each other up in silly outfits, playing pretend super heroes. you know, things like that."
you sighed, "actually, i dont know anymore, but one thing i'm definitely sure of right now, i miss our future kids."
"i miss them too. i can't wait to love a person that we form and nurture together."
just me talking: i have talked about this with my friends, and i just recently changed my answer, though i don't really want any kid to feel the pressure of being the eldest. i don't want to look like im thinking ahead, but i miss my child :(
Frat!jo who is drunk beyond his mind, already invading his fwb's apartment, and insisting she's his wife.
He stood at your door, glassy eyes and needy as hell.
Slumping himself onto you and lazily placing soft kisses to your neck with his arms draped around you.
You could just smell the alcohol on him. Out of every night, tonight was the night you definitely didn't expect him to show at yours.
Tonight was a frat party and Satoru never left a frat party. So to see him drunk and at yours door hit you like a double whammy.
"Satoru?" His name came out like a hundred different questions
"missed you.. s'much.." He slurred, refusing to let you go
"All them girls were throwin' themselves at me n gettin' me to take shots with them"
ah. that explains it.
Getting him settled on your bed and after lots of trial and error, you finally managed to softly pry him off of you. You headed to the the kitchen and brought back a glass of water for him which to your surprise, he drank without a question.
You sat next to him and he immediately pulled you under the covers with him and clearly had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
"'Toru?"
"yeah?"
"How'd you get here? it's far from the frat" You said, softly running your fingers through his hair, remembering how he begged you to anytime he got clingy
"mm, Sugu dropped me 'ere, he said I drank tooo much and I was bein' delusional or sumthin" he muttered, nuzzling into your chest
Suddenly he looked up at you, glassy eyes staring straight at you with the most hopeful look you've ever seen.
"he was sayin he was droppin' me off at my wife's.. that mean u're my wife now right? I told the girl hitting on me that im marriedd tooo youuu" He said the last part in a little sing-song voice with the biggest grin on his face
You looked horrified. You two were keen on keeping things low-key so for him to tell someone was.. you didn't even know what it was, you were just praying that whoever he told that too just thought he was too drunk and talking out his ass.
"Satoru, i'm not your wife. We just hook up" You were trying to knock some sense into him but he clearly was set on one thing.
At your response he squeezed you tighter for a second and whined, he was quite literally behaving like a five year old not getting the toy they wanted.
"I'm marrying you, You're too pretty.. and kind.. and pretty.. and smart, maybe too smart for me. Wait are you gonna leave me if i'm too dumb?" His voice suddenly becoming panicked, still staring at you, awaiting your response.
If there's one thing you knew, the only thing harder to deal with than a drunk Satoru, was an emotional and drunk Satoru. For now, it made sense to just play along with his fantasy for right now and not make him upset.
"I would never, now go to sleep it's 2am and you have a 9am tomorrow
"mm..k" He was somehow half asleep despite being totally awake like half a minute ago.
Turning off the lights, you crawled back in bed next to him, letting you both drift off into sleep while Satoru mumbled something about how great his 'wife' is.
despite those charming smiles and how he flirts with practiced ease, he’s inexperienced as hell and relies on his wit to deflect the conversation whenever it gets too personal for comfort.
a soft “you okay, satoru?” from you has gojo nodding quickly, cheeks darkening as he struggles to tear the condom open.
“my hands are too big,” he deflects, punctuating his sentence with a nervous laugh, and you shoot him a look, tearing the package open and rolling it onto his cock.
he hisses, forehead falling forward. “baby, not—not so fast, huh?” he chuckles, cock twitching as he tries to steady himself. he exhales when you lay back down onto his bed, looping your calves around his waist, pulling him closer.
you watch him expectantly, lock your arms around his neck as his eyes zero onto your heat, there and shit he’s supposed to put his dick in—
“satoru?” gojo glances up at you, eyes wide and glassy, and his breath hitches.
“y—yeah, i’m—just gimme a sec, baby.” he clears his throat, lining himself up with your entrance, and lets out another shuddering breath when you pull him closer to you, his tip running through your slick and pushing through a half-inch.
gojo chokes out a groan, knuckles going white as he grips onto the sheets beside you, head falling down onto your chest as he inches in deeper, and bites onto your skin, his eyes squeezing shut.
“you can move,” you whisper. “or is—are you fully in?”
“i’m not fully in,” he whisper shouts indignantly, glancing up at you with narrowed, wounded eyes before he sinks in more, and more. your chest rises as he fills you and gojo freezes with an uncharacteristically high whine, going dead still.
“i—” he starts, “it’s not what you—”
“did you cum?” you whisper. “satoru, are you…you’ve had sex before, right?”
“yes, i’ve had sex before,” he hisses.
“did you cum? it’s okay if you did.” you cup his face softly, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “we’ll get a new condom, and go again.”
“i’m not a virgin,” he mumbles under his breath, pulling out and yanking off the condom, pouting.
“s’okay. we’ll go niiice and slow, satoru,” you drawl, and you giggle when he chokes on his words again.
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