Gojo tries the Tinder Prank on you
"Heyy! guess what? I found Shoko on Tinder!!"
"What?"
"Yeah, can you believe it?! She said she never would because it was so lame, but she's a liar!!!"
"Well, her choice."
"What?? That's it?!"
"Nice try, Gojo."
"You never let me prank you!!!"
But all he got in response was a thumbs up. He paused, suddenly uneasy. Were you actually mad at him? Had he messed up? Were you finally done with him being too much?
Shit, shit, shit.
"Baby I'm sorry, it was a stupid prank. I won't do it again. Please don't be mad at me! Forgive me!"
"It's okay. It's not about the prank, it doesn't really bother me."
And it didn't, not really. He always gave himself away before the punchline landed. Shoko, of all people? Your best friend who tells you everything, like every little detail of her life? Plus Gojo, if he really wanted, was too smart to get caught that easily. But this time, you decided to let it play out a little longer.
"You sound down? Did I do something? Talk to me, please."
"It's just... lately I feel like you don't love me anymore."
No reply came for a few seconds. Had he caught on? Was he playing along?
"What? Are you serious? I don't love you?? Like that's even possible! Shit! How long have you been feeling this way? Why didn't you tell me sooner?? This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life, and that's saying something coming from me."
Oh no. This was spiraling. Abort mission. Tell him it was a prank.
“I was just pranking you!!”
Before you could say more, he typed again.
"No, we're talking face to face. I can't let you think I don't love you, not even for a second. I'm coming over."
"Satoru, it really was a prank!! You don't have to come over. I'm fine!!"
Everything you typed somehow came out sounding like a lie.
"I'll be there in 10."
Oh god. Satoru rarely got serious like this. The last time was when your drink got spiked. And once before, when some guy crowded your space and it turned ugly after you pushed him off. You remember those times when he gets so protective. The one where the goofy, golden-retriever energy switched off completely, and something sharper, unhinged and dangerous, takes its place.
You paced your living room, trying to figure out how to convince him it was nothing. This was exactly why you never pranked him: your pranks always spun out of control. You didn't have his gift for keeping things light, harmless, like Gojo did; a fun story to laugh about later.
Then the doorbell rang. You opened it to find Satoru, a smile on his face, but his eyes were dead serious, sweeping over you like he was assessing every single reaction..
"Hi," you said first, eager to clear things up.
He leaned down, kissed you softly, and stepped inside anyway.
"Sit down, baby. We're going to have a long talk." His voice had lost its usual sing-song lightness, dropped into something low and deep.
Your eyes widened. It did warm your heart knowing how much it mattered to him and it also spoke to you how much he loved you that he has to make sure you know it. But it seemed you did not realise yet just how far he'd go to prove it.
"Satoru, it's really sweet, but it was seriously..."
"Baby." He smiled, but it wasn't happy; it was the look of a man furious with himself for giving you any reason to doubt him. "Sit."
Okay. You sat. That low tone did something to you, and you hated how much. Why did he have to be so hot even now?
Satoru was hot. There was no debating that. But he could shift between cute and commanding without missing a beat, in and out of bed. One moment he is whimpering and moaning. Next minute he had you screaming as he chuckled and whispered absolutely filthy things in your ears with a smirk. Then kiss you soft and slow, whispering how much he loved you. He held both extremes at once, effortlessly, and it left something restless and hungry twisting in your stomach every time.
He knelt in front of you, took your hands gently, and brought them to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles with a sigh, like he was working out exactly how to make you understand.
"You look tired. Did you even rest..." You were cut off by his lips against yours, a soft shush silencing you. Right. He was in business mode.
"Now tell me. Did I ever do anything that made you feel bad? Anything, even something small, baby, I want to know."
You swallowed hard. A gorgeous man, your boyfriend, kneeling in front of you, hands wrapped around yours, completely locked onto your face like he was reading every flicker of emotion in it. It should not have been turning you on. And yet. Not your fault Gojo looked like this: gentle hands, dark eyes, muscles straining against a tight black t-shirt, that usual bright blue gaze gone a shade darker, laser-focused on your eyes, looking straight into your soul.
"No. You've never done anything like that. Ever."
Your voice came out steady, certain, and his eyes lit with quiet pride at having gotten that right, at least.
"Then did someone say something to you? Give me their names, baby."
Oh, holy shit. That dark edge in his voice, the way he kept pressing soft kisses to your hand even as his eyes flickered with something closer to violence, like love and murder were sitting in the same breath. Something was deeply wrong with you, because you were into it.
"You're really hot right now," you blurted.
His brows furrowed before he laughed. "Don't distract me, sweetheart. Give me the names."
You sighed and finally met his eyes.
"Okay, so, I have this boyfriend who pranks me constantly, and I finally decided to get him back. I'd just seen this tiktok where the girl gets insecure because her boyfriend's been busy with work, so I used that on you. I figured you'd worry a little, I'd reassure you, and that would be it. I did not expect this. And now I swear it's my first and last time pranking you. I didn't expect you to go all serious.”
You pulled him up onto the couch and settled into his lap, his hands sliding automatically to your waist as he listened, still watching you like he was reading straight through to the truth underneath.
You cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I don't doubt you. Never did. You show me through everything you do, and you tell me through everything you say. You take care of me, cook for me, spoil me with ridiculous gifts, never tell me no, somehow always end up matching my outfits and act like it's a coincidence because we're 'soulmates.' You protect me and kind of get that crazy look in your eyes like you end someone for hurting me.
You paused waiting to see if he would say something to that but he just smirked, not accepting or denying anything. But he didn't have to. You could feel exactly how far he'd go for you radiating off him. And god, it made you ache.
You leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time, murmuring against his lips. "And I know it because you dropped everything to come make sure I felt loved. But baby, I really was just pranking you. Turns out I'm terrible at it."
Satoru laughed and pulled you flush against him. "Fine, I believe you. Just had to be sure. You're the most important thing in my life."
"Mine too. I love you."
You kissed him again, deeper this time. One second you were in his lap. The next, you were flat on the couch with him hovering over you.
His voice dropped to a low, smooth murmur. "I still need to make sure you know how much I love you. I should show you properly, right? His lips pulled into that lazy smirk like he had absolutely filthy thoughts in his mind “So there's absolutely no doubt left. Just in case."
His eyes gone darker for entirely different reasons now as they roamed all over your body underneath him, and your heart suddenly pounding wildly, helpless against him. Exactly where you want to be,
God, maybe you should prank him more often. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have soooo many drafts I am just editing and posting them now! Let me know if you have any requests, especially for hurt/comfort or fluff!
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