the kitchen is completely dark and freezing at four in the morning. youâre sitting flat on the cold counter, bare feet dangling in the air. youâre wearing sylusâs giant grey sweater, the one he wears often. the sleeves are long enough to cover your palms. youâre too tired to speak and stare blankly into the dark room. you hear heavy steps in the tile.
sylus walks over. heâs in a silk night shirt, sleep evident on his face. he stops right between your thighs, crowding your space completely. he does not say a word. he just reaches out and wraps his hand around your bare ankle, his touch instantly melting the chill on your skin.
âcanât sleep?â he asks, voice a low rumble.
âmy brain wonât shut up,â you whisper, voice small and tired.
sylus lets out a soft breathy sigh. he steps even closer, until his sides are pressed up against your knees. he reaches up and grabs you by the waist, his strong fingers effortlessly lifting you off the counter. you let out a tiny gasp, hands flying out to grip his broad shoulders.
instead of putting you on the floor, sylus just holds you up against him. your feet are completely off the ground. he wraps his massive arms around your back, burying his face into your neck. your heart does a sudden flip. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist to keep from falling.
âsylus,â you say, face flushed. âi didnât say you could kidnap me off the counter.â
âyouâre in my house, sweetieâ he mutters against your skin, a smile evident. âeverything here belongs to me.â
you smack his chest. he only hums. but sylus keeps holding you against him. he presses a slow and warm kiss under your ear. his soft silver hair tickles your jaw and his warmm breath makes a sweet shiver run down your spine.
and you do it. you relax completely, leaning your forehead against his temple, fingers tangling in his soft hair, melting against him. heâs so big, so solid, so incredibly warm and absolutely yours.
sylus lets out a low happy chuckle against your neck when he feels you give in. he shifts his head, nose brushing a slow, lazy path up your jawline until his lips are resting against the corner of your mouth. he holds you tighter, grip filled with affection and fondness.
âgo back to sleep, sweetieâ he whispers against your lips, voice cozy and thick with love. âiâll carry you.â
You stifled your laugh as you blinked up at a very pouty, very red Satoru.
âDon't laugh at me.â He grumbled as he waddled over to you, carefully sitting himself down on the edge of the bathtub in front of you. In your hands was a tube of aloe vera gel, ready to soothe your husband's sunburnt skin. Satoru let out a long sigh before explaining himself, âYou see, Nanami went to Malaysia and he got a nice tan, and Suguru is always tan I mean have you seen his complexion? It's like he lives under the sun!â
You sighed in response, shaking your head as you lathered up some of the gel in your hands. âThat doesn't explain why you look like a dried-up lobster.â
âHey!â
âA crispy one, too.â Satoru pouted, crossing his arms â hissing at the contact and ultimately unfolding them again. âThat is just cruel.â
âAnyway, sweets ââ he continued as you began to soothe the gel over his arms, ââ I wanted to get my tan in too. But apparently I can't tan, or maybe I put too much tanning lotion on.â He pondered for a few seconds, bringing his hand to his face to lean into his palm before flinching away with a small âow!â
âHold still you idiot, let me apply the gel and move your blindfold up.â You scolded him, hands reaching to soothe the aloe over his face next. âNo! You're going to rub it in too hard â it'll hurt!â He recoiled as if you were holding an axe.
âDon't be a baby Toru, and I told you to move the blindfold.â
Satoru fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds, anxiously biting his lip. You were about to rip the blindfold off of him but then he finally began to peel the black fabric back into his hairline slowly.
âOh my god.â
He tried to turn away but you stopped him. Satoruâs eye area was completely safe from any sunburn â which was good â but he was left with what would turn into a very ridiculous tan line. âOh my goodness, Toru, what on earth have you done?â You heaved with laughter, arm clutching your stomach as you doubled over.
âYeah yeah, laugh it up.â He rolled his bright blue eyes, milky hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry! You just look so funny.â He gasped dramatically at your words, hand clutching his chest â and flinching at the burn â as if he were about to have a heart attack. âGah! How could you say that to me? Especially in my injured state.â
You began to massage the gel into his neck and chest making sure not to press too hard into his skin. Satoru continued sulking and jerking at your touch, claiming you were âbeing too rough with his delicate skin.â You could only scoff at him in return.
âHey, how did the UV even get past your infinity, don't tell me you've turned it off.â
Your husband flashed you a sheepish grin, bright eyes sparkling under the fluorescent bathroom light. You landed a light smack to his shoulder causing him to wince in pain, âHey! God forbid a guy wants to catch some rays.â You groaned at his words, âNever say that again, I will divorce you.â He only hummed in response, nuzzling himself further into your touch.
âYou love me really.â You scoffed at him, soothing another layer of aloe across his arms.
âUnfortunately, I do.â
a/n: sorry this is short I have to many ideas rn and this was the one that didn't have a lot of plot :c
"Mmh, you smell so good," he commented, sticking his nose in the nape of your neck. His body hovered atop yours, arms wrapped around your back. You would tell him to beat it and get his outside clothes from off the bed, but you could tell your husband was tired.
He had texted you a litany of sad face emojis, letting you know he had to stay late. Taking that opportunity of quiet, you did a bit of self-care. Skin smooth and shaved, smothered in body butters and oils, and hair wrapped up in a silk-satin bonnet. Even putting on a cute pajama set to match, with Satoru around, being in the bathroom that long or completing a full skin care routine without interruptions would be impossible.
Letting him feel up your skin, his hands roaming to massage it between his fingers, leaving small kisses against your neck. "I missed you," he mumbled, voice vibrating against your throat.
He was so cute like this, his body wanting to go to sleep, yet he fought hard just to have small moments with you like this. Spreading your legs, you pulled him closer, allowing him a more comfortable position rather than holding himself up. Your foot slid up his legs, settling on wrapping your legs around his waist.
"I missed you, too, Satoru." You hummed, kissing the top of his hair. White strands tickling your face, your nails scratched at his overgrown undercut. You would remind him later to get one, twirling your fingers with his. He leaned into your touch, body growing more lax.
"How was work?" you asked, ignoring how his hands were creeping under your shorts, gently molding the globes of your ass.
"Boring," he grumbled, a pout forming on his lips. "Wanted to come home so bad, I grabbed something on the way home, it is in the fridge," he added. His head raised, cerulean eyes looking into yours. He came closer to kiss you, but you held his hair, stopping him in his tracks.
"Nope, I just put my lip mask on, and I don't feel like getting up for it again." That was a half-truth. You could just put more on, and as much as you were aching to feel his lips on yours and embrace him, you knew it would not end there.
First, it is a kiss, and before you realize, it's two in the morning, you're sweaty and in need of a shower, and your mixed fluids drench the fresh sheets.
Satoru simply frowned, bottom lip jutting out slightly. Eyes softening as he peered up at you. "First drawer." You groaned; you were weak to him, especially when he looked sweet enough to eat. Perking up, he quickly pulled out the pink jar and set it on the nightstand. His hand moved to your jaw, thumb caressing your bottom lip.
The kiss was soft at first, a careful press of warm, dry skin against the slick, protected shield of your mask. But Satoru had never been good at being soft. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in the edge of your bonnet, holding you in place as the kiss deepened.
He licked along the seam of your lips, and you gaspedâ partly from the audacity, partly from the way his tongue tasted of artificial sweetness. He hummed against your mouth, a low, appreciative sound that vibrated straight down your spine and settled hot and heavy between your legs.
This is how it starts, a voice warned in the back of your mind.
His other hand, the one that had been cupping your ass, squeezed hard, fingers kneading the flesh. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips down into the cradle of yours, and you felt him. He was half-hard, thick even through the fabric of his slacks.
Your own body responded instantly, a rush of slick heat flooding your core, your thighs tightening around his waist of their own accord.
You wanted him. God, you wanted him. Your nails raked down his back, over the starched collar of his shirt, feeling the damp heat radiating off his skin.
But you were also tired. And you knew him. Knew that once Satoru got started, he wouldn't go to sleep until he was buried deep inside you. His sleep schedule was already worrying with the increase in hours during busy work weeks.
You broke the kiss with a soft, reluctant sound, pushing gently at his chest. He chased your lips, eyes still half-lidded, drunk on you. "Satoru," you breathed, voice deliberately breathy. "You're still in your work clothes."
"So?" He nuzzled into your neck, teeth grazing the tendon there. "Take them off for me."
"You smell like outside," you said, and though it was a deflection, it was also true. The faint haze of city exhaust and the sterile air of the office. "I love you and all, but I just got out of the shower."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, one white eyebrow arched. "You want me to shower."
"I want you not to ruin my hard work," you corrected, running a soothing hand down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. "You go get clean. I'll keep the bed warm." you leaned up, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth; gentle, laced with sweet honey that pulled him deeper. "We have all night, baby."
His eyes darkened, a flicker of that insatiable hunger surfacing. "Promise?"
"Don't keep me waiting, Satoru." Your nail dragged softly from behind his neck to the lacy hem of your top, pulling at it just enough for the fabric to reveal more of your cleavage.
He groaned, dropping one last, bruising kiss to your collarbone before untangling himself from your limbs with a dramatic sigh. "Fine."
You smiled up at him, "Hurry, okay."
He padded toward the bathroom, already shucking his shirt over his head, revealing the pale, sculpted expanse of his back, the way his shoulders tapered to his narrow waist.
You watched the muscles flex as he undid his belt, the metallic jingle loud in the quiet room. Then he disappeared through the door, and you heard the squeak of the faucet, the immediate hiss of water hitting tile.
You listened partially as he showered, humming some song.
By the time Satoru came out of the ensuite bathroom, a towel was wrapped loosely around his waist, and another was drying his hair.
"Honey." A pause. Then, louder, tinged with disbelief: "You did not."
Instead of being spread out and ready for him like he expected. The thick duvet was wrapped around your body as you softly snored into the pillows. Pulling the cover back slightly, he kissed the edge of your shoulder.
⥠gojopied Š2026 do not copy, edit, plagiarize, put into AI, repost, or translate any of my work.
âĄa/n: if he were a chocolate bar, he would be cookies and cream.
sylus teasing you with bad kisses⌠gone wrong â¤ď¸
âYou arenât doing it right,â you groan, pulling away and catching your breath as you look at Sylus who was just staring at you with a stupid grin on his face.
âOh? And I didnât know there was a proper way to kiss you.â
You shake your head and adjust yourself between his legs, shuffling closer until youâre pressed against him a second time. And the moment your skin makes contact with him, you donât waste another second before kissing him again.
âThere is no proper way,â You mumble between kisses, pulling away to catch your breath before diving in for another one. âYou're just doing it wrong on purpose.â
A quiet chuckle left his lips and Sylus slid his hand to the side of your head, cupping your face in his palms before âmeltingâ in the kiss.
âHow observantâ tch!â
You only nip his lip in response and it makes him hiss, pulling back and gazing at your mischievousness written all over you. He cocked an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh while swiping his thumb against his lip.
âAnd feisty.â He adds on.
âYeah,â You whisper, hands trailing to the nape of his neck as you carefully hold onto him, itching to just lean closer.
âSo kiss me properly.â
The moment Sylus heard that request, he paused. He didnât move yet, but his gaze did flicker from your eyes to your lips, though he did stare a second longer at your lips. Either way, he of course indulged and eventually planted his lips on yours.
The kiss, however... wasn't the best. And you couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose again, or he's just genuinely a bad kisser, I mean the way he was really bored with it, or sloppy for that matter, it only made you think otherwiseâ
âSyâ Hngh-â
Well... not even seconds later, your assumptions were immediately thrown out the window once you realized what was actually happening. His kisses, that were once lazy, bitey, and god awful, were just slowly turning into better ones...
And you really didn't know what the sudden switch up was. He gave you one kiss, then another, and then one moreâand the more kisses he gave; the more desperate they were getting.
So the other bad kisses really were on purpose.
Sylus's hands trail along your body, stopping at your hips before he carefully adjusted you on his lap, making sure you're completely pressed against him as he continued kissing you.
"This- isn't so bad now, is it?" Sylus muttered, sliding his fingers through your hair before diving even deeper into the kiss.
You only hardly laugh in response, mainly because you're trying to regain your composure while you're literally getting eaten alive by the man who wouldn't stop now that he's got you in the right position.
"Yeah... it isn't so bad."
a/n. btw i never had my first kiss so dont mind if it doesn't make sense or is bad. I mean, that's kinda the point too, but ykwim.
satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.
his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all youâfrom the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.
he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.
everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to herâit goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.
at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anythingâhis latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.
all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.
"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"
"ah."
"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.
"ba.."
"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"
"ma!"
satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.
he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"
your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."
your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."
"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.
"pi. pi!"
satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."
"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.
his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.
from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe
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