(･ω<)☆ this is the masterlist for the valentine’s event i randomly decided to do. all of these one shots contain smut so continue at your own discretion. Also all of my writings are with a black reader in mind since that is what I am lol, but there’s no specifications mentioned.
**MINORS DNI**
♡ Childhood Friend!Gojo x Reader | wc: 1.7k |
gojo always made a point to get you something for valentine’s day. this year was no exception.
♡ Overworked Husband!Nanami x Reader | wc: 1.3k |
your husband has been working too much lately, but he made special plans for valentine’s day.
♡ Neighbor!Toji x Reader | wc: 2k |
toji has a thing for his pretty neighbor and he thinks he might have a chance to swoop in after your shitty valentine’s date.
♡ Ex-Boyfriend!Geto x Reader | wc: 2.5k |
you were always the one that got away. he wasn’t about to let you get away a second time.
♡ Star Student!Choso x Professor!Reader | wc: 2.7k |
choso’s been head over heels for you since the semester started. one day he snaps and has your heels over his shoulders.
summary: choso’s been head over heels for you since the semester started. one day he snaps and has your heels over his shoulders.
**MINORS DNI**
♡ star student!Choso only needed the class for a semester. He comes back from break with an extra class on his schedule and he was annoyed at first. Until he saw the professor.
♡ star student!Choso has been smitten with you since the day he met you, but was always too shy to act on his little crush on you because he’s seven years younger than you. That is until one day he finally kisses you.
♡ star student!Choso stayed late in your class one evening. He said it was to do some extra work for his other classes, spouting some excuse that his dorm was too cramped and the library was too noisy for him to focus, when really he just wanted to spend more time with you. You agreed because you were gonna stay late grading papers anyway.
♡ star student!Choso heard the huff of frustration all the way from his desk on the second riser. A seat he specifically chose so he could get a better view of you the board.
♡ star student!Choso perked up when he heard the noise again. “Everything alright, miss?” he asks. You look at him a little startled like you weren’t expecting him to speak.
“Oh, um, I’m alright.” You smile at him. “ It’s just a lot of papers to grade.”
♡ star student!Choso tries to bite his tongue, he really does, but he can’t sit still when his favorite teacher is suffering. He doesn’t care that it’ d be entirely inappropriate to offer his help, he does it anyway when you sigh for a third time. He clears his throat before speaking, “Want some help?”
♡ star student!Choso sweats in his seat as you contemplate your answer. He’s surprised you’re even considering saying yes. But, against your better judgment, you do.
♡ star student!Choso sits with you an silence as the two of you grade your students papers. The silence isn’t broken until there’s a knock on your door and a delivery man comes in and drops off food.
♡ star student!Choso doesn’t know when you ordered food, but is elated that you ordered for him too. He finally strikes up some comfortable conversation and slowly the two of you grade less and less papers in favor of talking.
♡ star student!Choso feels his heart skip a beat when you place a hand on his thigh when he makes you laugh. The heat of your hand is too much and next thing he knows his lips are on yours.
♡ star student!Choso feels you melt into the kiss after the initial shock. Food and papers are forgotten when he wraps his arms around your waist to bring your chest flush against his.
♡ star student!Choso whines when you pull away. All color drains from your face the moment you realize what you’ve done. “Y-you need to leave,” you murmur. He tries to protest, but you insist and he doesn’t want to upset you further.
♡ star student!Choso reluctantly packs up his things and carefully carries his bag over his crotch so as not to make the situation any worse.
♡ star student!Choso tries to talk about that day, what that kiss meant, why you pushed him away, but you shut down the conversation every time. Despite your better judgment (again), you still let him stay after class to do his assignments.
♡ star student!Choso gets fed up one day when he walks back in your classroom after a long day of classes and sees a bouquet of flowers on your desk the day before Valentine’s day. He stops in his tracks the moment he sees them. They weren’t there earlier when he was in your class, “Who got you those?”
♡ star student!Choso stares at the bouquet like it personally offended him. You don’t look up from the papers you’re grading to answer,“A student.” He clenches his jaw.
♡ star student!Choso doesn’t mean to sound annoyed, but he is. “So other students can get you flowers, but I can’t even talk to you?” The look you give him would have him shrinking back if it was any other time, but he’s angry. You refuse to talk to him after that kiss and he’s just trying to understand why you pushed him away.
♡ star student!Choso tries not to flinch when you pointedly say his name, “Choso.” you huff through your nose. “What I did was inappropriate. There is nothing to discuss.”
♡ star student!Choso almost wants to growl in frustration, “It wasn’t just you. I wanted to kiss you too.” Your cheeks warm at his confession.
“It…It doesn’t matter.” you clear your throat. “ It was still inappropriate.”
♡ star student!Choso wants to grab you and shake some sense into you. “Why?” he leans forward, his hands grip the edge of the desk as he looms over you. “What’s so inappropriate about it?” You look at him like he’s stupid.
♡ star student!Choso doesn’t waver under your gaze because he needs to know. “Are you serious? I’m your teacher.”
♡ star student!Choso just shrugs his shoulders, “So? You won’t be my teacher by the end of the semester. What then?”
♡ star student!Choso smirks when you splutter for an answer, “I-I’m too old for you.”
♡ star student!Choso shakes his head, “No you’re not.” He walks around the desk to get closer. You stand up from your chair as if to escape, but there’s nowhere to run except through him or over the desk. His broad frame blocks the way and you’re sure he’d catch you if you tried to climb over your desk. “We’re both adults. What’s the issue?”
♡ star student!Choso places a hand on your hip, it’s hot and heavy where it rests. “It’s just…It’s just wrong.” you mumble as he gets closer, your eyes bounce from his eyes to his lips.
♡ star student!Choso places his other hand on your cheek. He’s so close he can feel your breath hitch against his lips. “Is it wrong for me to have feelings for you?” he whispers.
“…you don’t mean that.” you look away, suddenly shy from the look in his eyes.
♡ star student!Choso nods his head, “I do, angel, I like you so much.” He grabs both sides of your face with his hands, he looks at you like anything you say could break his heart. “Tell me you feel something too.”
“Choso…” you sigh, your eyes shifting between his. “We shouldn’t.”
♡ star student!Choso swallows around the lump in his throat, his voice slightly shaky when he speaks, “Don’t—Just…” He inhales quickly, like he’s trying to hold something back. “Tell me you feel absolutely nothing for me and I’ll leave.”
♡ star student!Choso searches your eyes as the silence stretches. Your mouth is parted slightly like you want to say something, but it’s caught in your throat. He swallows again and takes a chance.
♡ star student!Choso’s nose brushes against yours first, then his lips. He gives you ample space to shove him away, but you don’t. “Tell me to stop, angel.” he whispers, his breath fanning against your lips.
♡ star student!Choso moans when you press your lips to his, instantly opening your mouth to let his tongue taste the spearmint gum you were chewing earlier. “Mmm baby,” he moans into your mouth.
♡ star student!Choso’s hands move from your face to your waist, your arms snake around his neck as your mouth moves against his.
♡ star student!Choso doesn’t even realize he’s rock hard until your leg brushes the tent in his pants. “Wait—“ he hisses. “I need to stop…” His grip on your waist tightens when you don’t let up, devouring his mouth like you’re starving.
♡ star student!Choso braces his hands on either side of your hips on the desk as you lean back against it. “I’m serious, angel. If we don’t stop now it’ll get way more inappropriate than a kiss.” he warns, but you don’t listen.
♡ star student!Choso chokes on air when you sit on the desk to wrap your legs around his waist. “Please, Cho…I want to feel you.”
♡ star student!Choso’s hands shake when they move from the desk to rest on your hips. Did he just hear you right? Is he dreaming? Is he about to pass out?
♡ star student!Choso tries to bite back the whimper that wants to leave his lips when you tighten your legs around his waist, pressing his erection to your pulsing heat. “F-fuck,”
♡ star student!Choso feels dizzy. His heart is racing as all his blood flows south. “You sure about this, angel?” he asks, but his hands are already pushing your skirt up.
♡ star student!Choso groans when he sees your lacy panties are already soaked. “See how wet I am? S’all for you, Cho.”
♡ star student!Choso drops to his knees before you can blink. He immediately presses his nose to your clothed cunt. He breathes in your scent like he’s trying to get it stuck in his lungs. His eyes roll to the back of his head, already so gone.
♡ star student!Choso laps his tongue over clit through your panties. Your hips jerk against his face and he just buries his face deeper into your cunt. “God you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” he huffs against your folds.
♡ star student!Choso gets lost in the bliss of your pussy and the adorable sounds you make, “Cho,” you whine, “Please…”
♡ star student!Choso hums into your pussy, “Please what, baby? Wha’dya want, hmm?” Your panties are soaked with your dripping arousal and his saliva, they cling to your folds with your sticky slick.
♡ star student!Choso holds your thighs open to keep you from squirming. “I-I wanna come,” you huff, “Please, I need more.”
♡ star student!Choso doesn’t realize his fingers are digging into your thighs as he continues to lap at your sticky panties, “You taste so fucking good,” his tongue licks a long stripe from your asshole to your clit, “Lemme taste you for a little longer.”
♡ star student!Choso rips a hole into your thin panties, big enough to expose your whole pussy, “Fuck.” he curses. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Your pussy is literally perfect.” He presses a series of kisses to your clit. Too soft and too tender for what he’s doing.
♡ star student!Choso makes out with your cunt like he’s in love with it. Actually, he is. From the moment he inhaled your scent he knew you became his new addiction. “Please, Cho, no more,” you whimper. You juices leak down his chin and he almost never wants to leave between your legs.
♡ star student!Choso unbuckles his belt to free his cock. “Mm’kay angel. I’ll take care of you.” He dips his tongue into your hole while he slowly pumps his cock, trying to get you nice and wet to take the stretch of him.
♡ star student!Choso stands up, still pumping his cock in slow strokes. He gently guides you to lay on the desk with a hand on your chest. He slides his cock between your folds. Not to tease you, he just wants to feel your pussy against every ridge and to see your folds mold around his shaft.
♡ star student!Choso whimpers at the sight of your slick coating him. Your hips jolt with every bump on his tip to your clit, making a slippery mess. He starts going faster, spurred by the wet sounds of your cunt and the soft sounds you’re making. His tip catches on your entrance and you both groan loudly.
♡ star student!Choso whines, “I-I’m gonna cum, fuck, i’m gonna cum,” you shift your hips to get more of him inside you.
“Don’t.” you pant. “Please, put it in.”
♡ star student!Choso shakes his head, tears start to form on his waterline. He’s trying so hard not to cum, but with just his tip in he feels like he might explode. “I can’t—“
♡ star student!Choso’s hips jerk forward when you clench around his tip. The slide is too easy and your cunt is too tight. He cums. Hard. “M’sorry,” his voice is wobbly like he’s on the verge of tears, “You feel so good.”
♡ star student!Choso’s body shakes with the force of his orgasm, his face burning red and sweat forming on his brow. Your legs tighten around his waist at the feeling of his cum painting your walls. But before you can be disappointed he’s pushing in further.
♡ star student!Choso rocks his hips slowly and watches you tense at the intense stretch of his girth. “M’sorry for cumming early. Please forgive me, ahh, I-I want this to be good for you too,”
“D-don’t push yourself,” you say breathlessly, trying to be concerned, but you feel like the air is being pushed from your lungs with either inch of his cock he pushed inside.
♡ star student!Choso shakes his head because he’s not pushing himself. This is exactly what he wants. His cock is red and twitchy from overstimulation and that’s what has his spine tingling with immense pleasure. “No,” he gasps when he bottoms out, “I’m not.”
♡ star student!Choso slams his cock into you with bruising force. The desk shakes with the force of it. The wood creaks under you and those stupid flowers that started this wobble, threatening to fall off the desk. It spurs him to move faster.
♡ star student!Choso doesn’t care that papers are flying, pens are falling, and you’re practically sliding off the desk with the force of his thrusts. He just grips your thighs and pulls you back with the goal to fuck you so good you won’t want anyone else.
♡ star student!Choso holds back the euphoric sobs that threaten to rack his chest. Your pussy is so tight and so wet that he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He’s so overstimulated from cumming once already, but he doesn’t care. He needs to feel every inch of your gummy walls closing in on him.
♡ star student!Choso cries, “Please, baby, I want to feel you cum on my cock—fuck, I need it. I need it. I need you,” He folds your legs up until they’re dangling in the air. You choke on a moan when he hits deeper. He leans forward until he’s on top of you. Pressing you between the desk and the hard planes of his body.
♡ star student!Choso braces one knee on the desk to really get in deep, the curve of his cock hitting upwards into your womb. It has your ears ringing and tasting every molecule that’s in the air.
♡ star student!Choso groans into your neck when you finally cum around his cock, clenching so tight it has the tears spilling free from his waterline. He thrusts once, twice, before cumming again.
♡ star student!Choso’s moan sounds like a sob as he spills his syrupy seed into you. “Ohh shit—ahh, god…I like you. I like you so much.” he pants into your neck.
♡ star student!Choso kisses your shoulder better moving up to your neck, then under your jaw, then your cheeks before finally tasting your lips again. “Tell me you like me too,” he whispers against your mouth. “Please…please tell me.”
♡ star student!Choso smiles against your lips when you nod, “I do, Cho. I like you too.”
♡ star student!Choso can’t contain his excitement as he peppers your face with kisses. That excitement carries him for the rest of the month. Especially when he’s sitting in class looking at the hickey he left peeking from under your collar and a pair of your panties soaked with your cum sitting in his pocket.
♡ star student!Choso watches you teach from his seat on the second riser with a familiar hunger in his gaze, knowing you’re not wearing anything under that skirt and he’s the reason for it.
(･ω<)☆
so i finished this on the 13th—thank god—and actually don’t know what im going to write for sukuna. daylight is already gone and im stressed. (ToT)
summary: you were always the one that got away. he wasn’t about to let you get away a second time.
**MINORS DNI**
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto dated you for a year in high school. You were his first kiss, his first love, his first heart break, his first everything, and the one that got away.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto regretted not treating you right. The breakup was not mutual, but he stood there and acted like it was when you suggested that things weren’t working out. You said you wanted space to “grow as people” and “to mature” before getting into such a serious relationship.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto knew it was bullshit at the time to sugar coat what you really wanted to say: He was too immature. Which, looking back now, was true.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto has definitely matured in the past ten years since graduation. He regrets the things he’d said and done in the relationship. He knows exactly how he would treat you better. But now he just needs the opportunity to see you again to make things right.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto declined Gojo’s invitation to the ten year high school reunion multiple times. He had no interest in seeing any one of those people he did not care about or ever even talked to. Especially on Valentine’s day of all days. But he nearly tripped in his steps when Gojo mentioned you might be there.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto found himself nursing a glass of coke (because he drove here) at the bar of the restaurant the reunion was being held at for the better part of an hour. He saw a lot of familiar faces of people he never bothered to learn the names of back then. He held an appropriate amount of conversation with a few of them before going back to brooding in his corner.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto starts to wonder when it becomes pathetic that he’s sat here waiting for a woman he hasn’t spoken to in ten years. Just for a chance to what? Apologize? It’s not even guaranteed you’d take him back. You could be with someone else, married even. The thought makes his chest feel like it might cave in on itself.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto chokes on his coke when he finally spots you at the other end of the bar. God. You look even prettier than you were in high school. You’re something straight of his dreams.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto is suddenly nervous to walk up to you. He imagined what he’d say to you if he ever got this chance to talk to you again. But now every scenario he’s ever thought of has flown out the window now that he’s seen your face.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels a warm hand on his shoulder. He looks up from his near empty glass to see you smiling warmly at him. He feels his heart skip several beats. “How’ve you been, Geto? It’s been a long time.” your voice is quiet, unhurried, in this moment between you.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto tries not to let it be obvious that he’s star struck right now. He clears his throat before speaking, “Good,” he smiles at you, his eyes squinting from the stretch of it. “I’ve been good. You?”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto’s hands twitch with the effort to hold back from grabbing your waist like he used to. “I’m good,” you answer. “You look good.” He stiffens when you curl a strand of his long hair around your finger. Last time you’d seen him it only went just past his shoulders, now it’s well past his waist. He wore his hair down hoping this exact scenario would play out.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto smirks when your hand moves from his hair to rest on his bicep. Last time you felt his arms he was a skinny thing with barely any muscle. Now his shirt clings to his arm like a second skin. His eyes bore into yours to try to gauge what you’re thinking. “You seem like you’ve done well for yourself.” you say. “Like you’ve…matured.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto feels a shiver run down his spine at your words, his hand instinctively goes to your waist, no longer able to hold back. “I have.” He hopes he didn’t sound too eager, but the chance he’s been waiting for has just fallen into his lap. “You look good too by the way. More than good. Gorgeous.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too hard when you laugh. A sound he hasn’t heard in ten years and has missed every day since. “Thanks.” Your hand squeezes where it rests on his bicep, the muscle flexes under your touch.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto doesn’t know how long he sits with you at the bar just talking to you. He feels like he’s getting to know you all over again as you tell him what you’ve been up to all this time. The two of you talk and laugh like it was old times again, but this time there’s no pressure to perform. It’s just you and him as you are. As the people you’ve grown to be.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto feels his heart sink when the reunion starts wrapping up. He didn’t talk with you long enough. He didn’t find out if you were single. He didn’t get your number. He didn’t get to tell you he still loves you.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto clenches his jaw as he watches you stand from your seat. He stands too and finds it cute the way your eyes widen when you see how much taller he’s gotten since high school. “You’ve changed a lot haven’t you?” you ask, looking him up and down.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah.” He answers. If only you knew how much weight that word carried. How much he actually changed for you. Hoping, wishing, praying he could have a moment exactly like this with you. And now it’s coming to an end before he’s even done anything.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto won’t let you get away a second time. Not before he can at least try. “Do you…” he starts, you turn to look up at him, his breath catches in his throat. “Do you maybe wanna continue this elsewhere? I’m…having a great time talking to you.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto couldn’t even try to fight the smile that splits his face if he could when you nod your head, enthusiastically saying yes.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto had planned to take you to another bar or restaurant perhaps. He had no plans of fingering you in the backseat of his car. But when you grabbed the collar of his shirt to crash your lips against his, things just snowballed from there.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto didn’t utter one bit of complaint though. He was more than happy to pump his large fingers into your tight whole and drink all your sounds of pleasure into his mouth. “Fuck,” he hums against your lips. “I missed this, angel. I missed you.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto jerks his hips forward when one of your hands palms the tent in his pants, “I missed you too,” you sigh breathlessly into his mouth. He lets out a shaky breath when you start unbuckling his belt, fishing the heavy length of his cock out. “I see you changed down here too.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto huffs into your neck, partially to laugh and partially to catch his breath when your hand squeezes around the base of him. “You’ve gotten such a dirty mouth, angel. What happened to my shy girl?”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto curls his fingers at just the right spot, the spot he knows has you hearing colors. “Oh fuck—mmm,” you moan, “she’s been turned into, ahh, a needy slut who hasn’t, fuck, gotten off properly—mmm—in years,”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto hisses when your thumb runs over his slit to spread his pre all over his tip, squeezing it to collect more to spread along his shaft. It has his hips jerking up into your hand. “Oh god,” he groans, “S’that why you came up to me, hmm? You needed your ex to get you off, baby?”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto bites into your shoulder to hear you mewl at the mix of the pleasure and the pain, the way he knows you like. “I’m the only one who knows how to get this pussy wet, right? Is that what it is?”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto licks over the mark his teeth made as you gasp, “Yes, Sugu, yes!” His eyes roll to the back of his head when you say his name like that. He hasn’t heard it in years.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto takes his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, humming at the taste of your juices. You taste so much sweeter. He gently swats your hand away from his cock to grab himself. He slaps his heavy tip against your clit, leaking so heavily you’d think he was coming. He watches the bundle twitch with every sticky slap of his shaft. “Want me to take care of you, angel?” he purrs, “Want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cock?”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto chuckles when you nod eagerly, “Yes, Sugu, please..I-I need you.” Your back arches off the seat when he finally pushes his mushroomed tip into your tight cunt. Your pussy so wet the stretch is minimal, but it still has a soft whimper falling from your lips.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto brushes soothing patterns into your thigh with his thumb, “It’s okay, pretty girl, I got you.” He whispers. He takes his sweet time inching his cock into your heated walls. His cock is leaking like crazy that it’s seeping out of you and onto the seats, but he wants to savor every second of this. The snug warmth of your walls, your breathy moans, your scent. It’s all things he’s dreamed he would have again.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto just kisses your lips when you start whining for him to go faster, to pound you, to go deeper. He wants to, but he wants to appreciate this moment even more.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto at least bottoms out into your cunt at your request, but doesn’t move just yet. He kisses your jaw down to your neck as your eyes roll back at the euphoric feeling of being so full. “You feel like heaven, angel.” He starts slowly grinding his hips against yours, trying to reach even deeper.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto relishes at the sound of your choked moans, they sound close to sobs, as he hits spots deep inside you. He’s so deep you might as well be giving him a blow job too with the way you can feel him in your throat.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto licks up your throat as you whine about it being too much now. “You don’t get to ask for more and then complain it’s too much,” he growls, “This is what you wanted,” he pulls out to just the tip before slamming right back in, “So take it.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto continues like that. He pulls out so just his tip is hugged by your wet walls and then slams into you like he hates you. He grabs the back of your knees to fold you in half, somehow hitting so much deeper. You claw at the back of your own thighs at the overwhelming pleasure.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto isn’t moving fast by any means. He’s just trying to feel your gummy walls against every inch of his dick, but you still cum anyway. You didn’t even feel it approaching, or maybe you felt it the whole time when your tummy was coiled so tight with pleasure. You don’t even know anymore. You just know that your cum is gushing around his length and he’s still going.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto groans as he watches your pussy gush and clench around his cock, a creamy ring forming around the base, sticking to the happy trail on his pelvis. His seats are probably going to stain, but he doesn’t care. How can he when your hands are trying to push at his pelvis to get him to let up?
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto only gets more turned on when you try to stop him, “S-Sugu! S’too much! Too much!” you gasp. His grip on your legs tighten as he continues to bully his cock into your oversensitive whole.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto speeds up and watches with complete satisfaction as your back arches and you squirm under him, trying to get away. “But I haven’t come yet, angel.” Tears form at the corners of your eyes.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto chuckles darkly at the sight, “Just one more time, pretty girl. Come on my cock one more time and then you’re gonna let me come inside, right?” You nod your head as the tears slip free, spilling past your cheeks.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto bends you further and plants a foot on the ground to piston into you, chasing your orgasm and his own. The entire car shakes with the force of his thrusts and has you moaning out choked sobs at the overwhelming pleasure of it.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto comes inside you with the force of a squirter gun. He fills you up like a keg fills up a beer mug. It’s so much his whole shaft is painted white from it and he pushes spurts of it out with every slow thrust inside. Just the feeling of him filling your womb with his seed has you coming a second time. It’s more intense than the first one. It sounds like a watering can the way your pussy squirts around his cock.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto groans like he’s in pain, “Oh god. Oh fuck, angel. Your pussy’s making such a mess. All for me, yeah?” His hips don’t stop even once, he just slows down to shallow thrusts to keep your pussy spraying. The feeling of it against his cock almost has him hard again.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto finally stills against you when you cry out, “Sugu, please!” you sob, “It’s too much—fuck—i can’t.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto kisses the tear tracks streaming down your face, “M’sorry, angel. Got carried away. You just feel so good.” He rubs his hands over your shaky legs to soothe the them.
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto says I love you with every kiss to your cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose. And then tries to pour every ounce of his love into your lips when he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. “I meant it y’know,” he hums against your lips. “I missed you so much.”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto wraps his arms around your waist when you wrap your arms around his neck. “I missed you too.” you pull back from the kiss to rub your nose against his, just like you used to. He feels his chest explode with warmth. “Do you think we should try again?”
♡ ex-boyfriend!Geto feels like he’s on cloud nine. “We’re long overdue for a do-over, pretty girl.”
(･ω<)☆
part four done! omfg i did not think i could do it! i started at 7am and finished at 11:30am, right before i have work. now i just have one more to right and im set!
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…i just remembered sukuna as im writing this… fuck (ToT)
summary: toji has a thing for his pretty neighbor and he thinks he might have a chance to swoop in after your shitty valentine’s date.
**MINORS DNI**
♡ neighbor!Toji comes home at odd hours and is gone for awkward periods of time. Sometimes he’s gone for a few hours, coming home at five pm. But other times he’s gone for three weeks, coming home at three am due to his contract job.
♡ neighbor!Toji but since moving to his new apartment he’s been trying to come home at two pm. Why? Because that’s when his cute neighbor comes home everyday, obviously.
♡ neighbor!Toji has harbored a friendly relationship with you since he moved in a few months ago. So friendly in fact that you come to him for almost every problem you have.
♡ neighbor!Toji it started when you both came home at the same time. You said hello first, and he kept the conversation going. You mentioned your bathroom sink having a leak in it and he offhandedly offered to fix it, not expecting you to actually say yes.
♡ neighbor!Toji found himself in your apartment that same moment, looking at the cozy decor of your apartment compared to his drab minimalistic style.
♡ neighbor!Toji walked through your bedroom to get to your bathroom. His eyes didn’t linger, but he definitely caught the lacy bra hanging on the end of your bedframe. He took his time working on your sink, wanting to linger in the comfortability of your space. And also maybe wanted to enjoy the not-so-subtle glances you would give his shirtless torso.
♡ neighbor!Toji is thankful for that day because now he’s been in your apartment countless times. To fix things, catch a bug, or to even eat when you cook too much food. It’s what gives him the complete confidence to knock on your door whenever he wants just to talk.
♡ neighbor!Toji lingers by his door to hear when you finally come home. You left hours ago, wearing a dress that hugged you in all the right places. He shamelessly looked you up and down as he jokingly asked if you had a date. He clenched his jaw when you said yes.
♡ neighbor!Toji checks the time on the oven, because he doesn’t have a clock, and sees it’s nearing eleven pm. He wonders if your little Valentine date went well when he hears your heels click up the stairs. He’s ripping his door open the minute he hears you fiddle with your keys.
♡ neighbor!Toji leans against his doorframe and crosses his arms over his broad chest like he wasn’t waiting for you, “Date go well?” he asks. His brows furrow when you look at him, your face crestfallen.
♡ neighbor!Toji says nothing as he closes his door behind him. He plucks your keys out of your hand to unlock your door and puts a hand on the small of your back to guide you into your apartment. He kneels down to help you unbuckle the straps of your heels. “It was shit…” you mumble, “To answer your question.”
♡ neighbor!Toji hums in response, “Yeah?” he finishes with your shoes, his hands snake up your legs as he looks up at you. “Tell me about it ma.”
♡ neighbor!Toji drinks wine with you on your couch as you complain about how horrible the date was. The guy was twenty minutes late and you didn’t expect anything, but flowers as an apology would have been nice.
♡ neighbor!Toji doesn’t interrupt once except for the occasional, “right” or nod of agreement. He gradually gets closer to you until he’s close enough to put your legs on his lap. You’re too lost on your rant to care so you let him.
♡ neighbor!Toji brushes the pad of his thumb against your thigh, right against the hem of where your dress has ridden up. His hand is heavy and sturdy where it rests on your thigh, it’s impossible to ignore. Your eyes flick down before meeting his gaze.
♡ neighbor!Toji hums when you say his name. “Would you…wanna spend the night with me?” you ask. His eyebrows raise at the question.
♡ neighbor!Toji’s scar on his lip twitches when he asks. “What do you mean by that, doll?” He doesn’t know if it’s the wine, the low light from the lamp in the corner, or the intimate position. But the glint in your eye stirs something in his chest.
♡ neighbor!Toji grips your thigh just a little tighter when you answer lowly, “I think you know what I mean.”
♡ neighbor!Toji needs no more convincing to lean forward and brush his nose against your neck. The hand on your thigh slides up to rest on your waist, bringing you closer, almost in his lap. “You sure, ma?” he hums against your pulse.
♡ neighbor!Toji feels it speed up under his lips. He smirks against your neck before pressing a kiss there. “Once I start,” he nips at the spot, “I won’t be able to stop.”
♡ neighbor!Toji grins wolfishly against your throat at the little sigh that leaves your lips. “Yes,” you whisper. His hands grip your ass through your dress and pulls you onto his lap.
♡ neighbor!Toji growls against your lips when he finally presses them to yours. “Fuck, ma. I’ve been waitin’ for this.” He pushes his tongue past your lips, tasting the wine on your tongue. If his tolerance wasn’t so high he’d almost think he was drunk off your kiss.
♡ neighbor!Toji pushes your dress up to bunch around your waist. He grinds up into you as he plants a smack against your ass. You gasp into his mouth at the unexpected action, but grind right back down.
♡ neighbor!Toji can feel you smirk against his lips and that’s when he realizes: you’ve been waiting for this too. He smacks you again, harder, before gripping the globes of your ass, kneading them like dough and rubbing your clothed cunt against his rock hard erection. He can feel the pulsing heat of you through your thin panties.
♡ neighbor!Toji curses under his breath when you start rocking your hips. Your hands wander under his shirt, feeling his abs clench under your hands. “Fuck—“ he huffs, “You’re gonna make me cum before I even get inside you.”
♡ neighbor!Toji grins when you purr in his ear, “Let’s fix that.” It’s a tangle of hands and tongue to get each other's clothes off. Neither of you want to break the kiss for even a second, but both of you are eager to get the other naked.
♡ neighbor!Toji’s pants are at his ankles when you lower yourself onto his leaking tip. He pretends to be sympathetic when you struggle to fit all of him, “It’s okay ma. Take your time.” But it honestly couldn’t turn him on more.
♡ neighbor!Toji keeps his hands firm on your ass as he slowly rocks up into you, still pretending to be sympathetic. He presses affectionate kisses into your neck, tasting your skin with his tongue while whispering sweet words of encouragement. “You can do it, baby, you can take it.”
♡ neighbor!Toji relishes with every whimper you make at every inch your greedy cunt sucks up. His thumb rubs over your clit to get you nice and worked up. “Is it in yet?” you whisper into his ear.
♡ neighbor!Toji fails to bite back a chuckle at your question. “Not even close baby,” he kisses your temple. He rubs tight circles over your sensitive bud, still rocking shallow thrusts into you. He waits until your pussy is practically drooling around his length before he pulls you down by the hips, burying himself to the base.
♡ neighbor!Toji immediately latches onto your throat when you throw your head back at the abrupt intrusion. His teeth nip at your skin then his tongue smooths over the mark his teeth left there. You choke on a moan like you can feel him in your lungs. “F-fuck Toji…” you whine.
♡ neighbor!Toji gives you about ten seconds to adjust before he can’t wait any longer. His pretend sympathy is gone as he grips your ass harder than before and starts bouncing you in his lap like you weigh nothing.
♡ neighbor!Toji grunts with every slap of his heavy balls to your ass, “Fuck yr’ tight. Fuckin’ huggin’ my cock like don’t want me to pull out.”
♡ neighbor!Toji pulls back to see his cock disappear into your snug walls. He slams you down and moves your hips to grind against him just so he can see how his cock stretches your little whole. “So fuckin’ gorgeous takin’ my cock like that.”
♡ neighbor!Toji shushes you when you whine, trying to move your hips more to get some of that delicious friction. “Want me to fuck you? Hm? Want me to fill this pussy?” he asks you, flicking your twitching clit with his finger just to watch the way you flinch into his touch. You nod your head.
♡ neighbor!Toji tsks at your wordless answer. “Tell me what you want ma, use your words.”
“Please,” you whisper. “fuck me, Toji. I want it.”
♡ neighbor!Toji hums at your answer, not completely satisfied, “What do you want, doll?”
♡ neighbor!Toji nips at your earlobe when you whisper, “Your cum.”
♡ neighbor!Toji surprises you when he snaps his hips up. He sets a brutal pace that has you seeing stars before you’ve even cum yet. His strong arms grip your hips to use you like a life-sized fleshlight while your nails dig into his shoulders.
♡ neighbor!Toji latches onto one of your tits bouncing in his face, sucking on your nipple hard like he’s trying to coax something out. Your apartment is loud with the sounds of your pornagraphic moans and his balls clapping against your ass. “Oh god, oh fuck, please, please—fuck,” you don’t even know what you’re begging for, all you know is the imprint of his cock hitting that spongey spot deep inside you.
♡ neighbor!Toji grunts against your nipple before latching off with a pop. “Please what, baby? Wha’dya want? Want me to come inside you?” he huffs against your neck, licking the sweat collecting there.
♡ neighbor!Toji devours your mouth as you nod. “I-I’m coming!” you gasp into his mouth. He groans against your lips when he feels your already tight cunt clench around his length as your orgasm racks your body.
♡ neighbor!Toji’s thrusts get sloppy as he fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own.
♡ neighbor!Toji slams you down onto his lap as he empties his balls into you. Spurt after spurt of his hot, thick, creamy release hits your cervix. It’s so much you can feel it filling up your stomach. “S’been a while.” he mutters into your neck as his cum continues to paint your walls.
♡ neighbor!Toji kisses your neck and shoulder slowly as you catch your breath. He runs his hands over your hips and ass, massaging the flesh to alleviate any discomfort he might’ve caused from how hard he was gripping you. “You okay, baby?” he murmurs against your ear.
“Yeah,” you wrap your arms around his neck, “You still wanna spend the night?”
♡ neighbor!Toji chuckles as he rubs his nose against yours. “I’ll spend the rest of my life here if ya let me.”
♡ neighbor!Toji licks his lips when he sees you bite yours to try to suppress the smile that wants to spread on your face. “You don’t mean that.”
♡ neighbor!Toji kisses your lips slowly and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. “I do, ma. Lemme take you out. On a proper date.”
♡ neighbor!Toji smiles when you smile and hide your face in his neck. “Okay.” you mumble against his skin.
♡ neighbor!Toji wraps his arms around your waist to keep you flush against him. “Don’t get shy on me now.” He rolls his hips up, he smirks when you gasp into his neck. “I’ll fuck it right outta ya.”
(･ω<)☆
oh boy i feel like a fucking machine. i finished this twelve am on the dot same day as the nanami one. and mid writing this one i got a juicy idea for one more so now i still have two fics to write for this stupid valentine torture i inflicted on myself (ToT)
summary: your husband has been working too much lately, so he made special plans for valentine’s day.
**MINORS DNI**
♡ overworked husband!Nanami has been working overtime lately. Through no choice of his own. The new hires are just incompetent and don’t know how to do their jobs properly, leaving him to do all the work. It’s exhausting coming home three to four hours after he’s meant to clock out.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami always comes home after a long day exhausted and ready for bed. Sometimes he doesn’t even eat dinner and just plops onto the bed and falls asleep.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami hates overtime. He doesn’t care if he gets paid his salary and a half, or earns more PTO. He has enough of both of those things. He just wants to be home with you, his wife.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami is excited because tonight he plans to get off of work early and take you out to dinner at that restaurant he knows you’ve been wanting to try. Then he’ll take care of your needs properly all of Valentine's day. He plans to have you begging him to stop before he even lets you leave the bed.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami gets off work earlier than expected. It gives him the perfect time to pick up some flowers for you before he heads home.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami is quiet when he finally enters your shared home so he can surprise you. He looks around the dark house as he toes off his shoes, he hears nothing. Maybe you’re not home?
♡ overworked husband!Nanami leaves the flowers in the kitchen before venturing further into the house. “Sweetheart?” he calls out for you, but there’s no answer.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami reaches the hallway and sees light filtering from the crack of the bedroom door. He gets closer to hear if you’re in there.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami brows furrow when he hears the unmistakable sound of your sweet moans, “Mmm…Ah—fuck…” He peaks through the crack to see you fingering yourself on the bed, panties pulled to the side, your chest bare, and your other hand pinching one of your nipples.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami can see the frustration on your face. You can’t get yourself off like he can. He feels guilt bloom in his chest that he’s neglected you so bad that you’ve resorted to touching yourself.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami walks into the room with the calmness of a lion stalking its prey. You startle when you see your husband, the fingers seated in your cunt, stop moving. “You’re home early?” you say quietly, trying to gauge his reaction.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami nods as he loosens his tie, the action alone has you clenching around your fingers. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Was gonna take you out to dinner tonight for Valentine’s day.” He explains calmly as he now unbuttons his sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his strong veiny forearms.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami watches as you wet your lips when you ogle his arms, “Was?” you ask, your eyes flicking up to meet his. “Are we not going anymore?”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami huffs before speaking, “You seem busy.” Your cheeks warm, you remove your fingers from your cunt, you weren’t getting off anyway.
“No, we can still go. I’m sorry.” You sit up. “You usually come home late and…I just miss you.”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami sits on the edge of the bed. He runs a hand through his hair, “I know,” he sighs, “I should be saying sorry. I’ve been neglecting you.”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami sighs again when you try to protest, saying that he’s just tired and you getting off doesn’t matter. It almost pisses him off hearing you make excuses for him, acting like you aren’t a priority.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami gently pushes you back onto the bed with a hand loosely around your neck. He presses kisses to your jaw, “No,” he mumbles into your skin. “You shouldn’t have to touch yourself when you have me. I’ve been a bad husband.” His lips trail down your throat, his tongue flattening against your skin. “I haven’t been taking care of my wife.”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami cups your tit, pinching your hardened nipple as his teeth graze the skin of your neck. “Kenny…” you sigh as you press your thighs together. He’s barely touched you and you’re already wetter than when you were fingering yourself.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami hums as he nips and bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder. His other hand cups your cunt through your soaked panties. “I’ll take care of you,” he mumbles, his voice smooth like milk and honey.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami kisses down your chest, licks down your stomach, spreads your legs. He looks up at you as he sucks a mark into your inner thigh. “W-what about dinner?” you ask, as if you would tell him so stop now.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami pulls your panties to the side to get a good look at how wet he makes you with just a few kisses. He groans when your hole clenches around nothing, “Later.” He practically growls before licking a bold stripe from your hole to your twitching bud.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami has an iron grip on your thighs to keep you from squirming away as he absolutely devours your sweet pussy.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami didn’t realize he missed your pussy so much. The smell, the sounds, the taste. “Fuck, baby,” he groans against your folds, “You taste so fucking good. How did I go so long without this?”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami flattens his tongue against your sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it until your legs are shaking. He lets go with a satisfying pop right as your back arches. You whine at the loss, but shiver when his tongue delves into your hole.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami curls his tongue inside you, scooping your juices into his mouth and swallowing greedily. His thumbs works your clit in small tight circles to keep you squirming. “Kenny, ahh, I’m close,” you gasp through a moan.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami ears ring with the loud squelches of your cunt. His mind is so laser focused on you—or rather your pussy, that he doesn’t even realize you're close to cumming until he feels you clench around his tongue. “Cum on my face baby. Lemme have it,”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami hums against your folds when you cum, he licks every drop. Swallowing like it’s his favorite drink.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami keeps going. He doesn’t care that you’re trying to squirm away, he’s too into it now. “Shh, baby,” he kisses your clit, too sweet for how he’s eating you out, like he’s actually hungry. “Let your husband take care of you.”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami hears you begging for him to slow down, but he doesn’t listen. Each whimper that it’s too much goes straight to his aching cock straining in his slacks. “Just one more time, my love. You can do it. Cum on your husband’s face one more time.”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami’s fingers dig into your thighs when you grip his hair, your hips buck against his mouth. “Oh-h shit—mmm kennyy,”
“Give it to me baby,” he moans against your clit, the vibration has you throwing your head back. “Lemme taste you.”
♡ overworked husband!Nanami grunts as he cums in his pants when your juices gush onto his face, dripping down his chin. “Fuck—“ he grunts into your cunt.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami licks up and down your pussy, collecting every drop of your cum. You whimper at how overstimulated you are, but he finally pulls back to let you catch your breath.
♡ overworked husband!Nanami stares down at you hungrily. He looks far from done. It’s been weeks since he’s touched you and now that he’s finally had a taste?
♡ overworked husband!Nanami is going to ravage you. “Be a good girl and turn over for me,” he instructs as he starts unbuckling his belt. “Face down. Ass up.”
(･ω<)☆
oh wow i was stressing. wrote this on the eleventh and was trying so hard (not that hard) to finish it by the end of the day. at the time of writing this i have two more on the mind to write and only two days left. mathematically i should be able to finish but my procrastination monster is a bitch (ToT)
warnings: smut; use of an aphrodisiac; love confessions; fluff
summary: gojo always made a point to get you something for valentine’s day. this year was no exception.
**MINORS DNI**
♡ childhood friend!Gojo who loved playing with you as children, who then loved teasing you as preteens, then loved flirting with you as teenagers, and is now just in love with you as adults.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo who made it a tradition since you were kids to give each other chocolate on Valentine's day because in middle school everyone in class received something but you. He was more offended than you when everyone had at least something on their desk (he had a large stack of chocolates himself) and you had nothing. He could tell you were embarrassed, but didn’t want to make a huge fuss.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo isn’t like that. He felt so personally appalled you didn’t get anything that he grabbed his large stack and plopped it onto your desk, declaring that you were his only Valentine and he’d never accept chocolates from anyone else but you.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo knew he was being dramatic, but his point was made and he stuck to it. Over ten years later and he still gets you chocolate and flowers. Even during any relationships either of you were in over the years, much to their chagrin, he still stick to his word.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo slams open your apartment door on Valentine’s day —he’s been over enough times that he has his own key—with his arms full of two dozen roses, a plethora of chocolate, and take out for the two of you to enjoy.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo who eats dinner with you on your couch and pretends to watch whatever romcom you put on, but he keeps stealing glances at you, wondering to himself if this is gonna be the night he confesses.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo tries to play a game with you where one of you picks a chocolate from the assortment, feeds it to the other and then they have to guess what it is, whoever guesses right the least has to buy dinner for the winner.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo whose breath hitches every time your fingers graze his lips when you feed him. who lets his fingers linger on yours when he feeds you.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo thinks he might confess right now as he looks at you, the pretty way your lashes rest on your cheeks as you wait for him to place the chocolate on your tongue. Your mouth parted for him to slot it in. His mind imagines slotting something else in.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo suddenly feels heat crawling up his neck, nearly sweaty, and drool pooling in his mouth. He can’t even begin to feel embarrassed at how he’s suddenly achingly hard because you’re looking at him with lidded eyes that makes him feel like his body is on fire.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo feels like time has slowed down for some reason. He blinks and suddenly he’s closer to you. He blinks again and you’re closer to him. He isn’t sure if he’s moving or you.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo breath hitches when you ask, “Do you feel…hot for some reason?” He nods in response before crashing his lips to yours. He slips his tongue into your mouth immediately, tasting the caramel and toffee chocolate on your tongue. It’s intoxicating and making the heat in his lower stomach so much worse.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo is pinning you to your couch as you kiss him back eagerly. He’s drinking every soft sound that leaves your lips like he’s thirsty for it. He is. He’s so fucking thirsty his throat is dry and he’s using your saliva to hydrate him.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo grinds against you and hungrily swallows the gasp you let out. “Please,” he mumbles against your lips. “I need you, fuck, I need you so bad.”
♡ childhood friend!Gojo groans when your fingers tangle in his hair. “Yes,” you sigh against his lips. “Yes, Satoru. I need you too—mm,” your words has him involuntarily grinding against you again, the friction is maddening but not nearly enough.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo accidentally rips your pajama shorts in his haste to get them off and half-heartedly apologizes as he licks and sucks the skin of your neck. He has no goal to leave marks, he just wants to taste you. He’s starving for it.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo hisses when he pushes two fingers into your tight heat. It’s perfect, you’re perfect, and it’s driving him crazy. His mind goes fuzzy as he pumps his fingers into your already sopping cunt with quick precision. Your nails scratch at his arms as you arch into his chest.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo groans in genuine agony when he feels your chest press against his. His cock is throbbing against your thigh and his head is pounding with one thought: you.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo rips your shirt with his free hand and his teeth. He cups one of your boobs, running his thumb over your pert nipple before squeezing the flesh in his hand. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have you arch into his touch.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo flicks your nipple with his tongue before taking as much as he can get into his mouth. He inserts a third finger into your wet cunt, the squelches of your juices spilling into his hand fills the room. His thumb works on your clit, rubbing in right circles as he curls his fingers inside you. You cream around his fingers as your legs shake. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Your body is still thrumming with an unknown heat for more.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo whimpers when he finally sinks into your tight heat. His brain is mush and can’t focus on anything but chasing the pleasure of your walls hugging his cock and sucking him in like you want to become one.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo can’t go slow even if you asked him to. He’s too gone. He doesn’t feel like he even has control of his body anymore. He just grabs your hips to keep you still as he jackhammers into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants over and over, he doesn’t even realize he’s speaking. “Oh god baby, you feel so good. I can’t—I can’t stop,”
♡ childhood friend!Gojo groans into your neck when your nails dig into his back. “Oh shit—Satoru!” You moan and he almost cums just from the way you moan his name.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo needs to get deeper, needs you to feel him in your lungs. He grabs the back of your thighs and folds them to your chest, your knees up to your ears as he hits spots inside you that have never been touched before. You squeeze his cock, absolutely milking him, a creamy ring of your arousal forms at the base of his cock.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo unexpectedly cums when you squeeze his cock. Thick ropes of his release spill into you and leaks out, trickling down his balls and onto your couch.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo pushes himself to overstimulation when he doesn’t stop or slow down. It almost hurts, but the heat thrumming in his body forces him to keep going.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo whimpers as his cock begins to ache, his arms shake where he bends you into position. “Fuck,” he chokes on a sob, “I can’t stop—shit—I can’t stop, ah, i’m sorry—mm,” he whines as his hips slam against your ass, spreading the sticky mess between you. The wet squelches and the slapping of skin are obscene and pornographic.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo cums again when you squirt around his cock. It splashes onto his abs and soaks your couch.”Oh-h god—Satoru~,” you cry out as he continues to fuck you through both his and your orgasm. His cock is throbbing, his pelvis is red, his balls are sticky, and he’s covered in sweat.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo takes a while to catch his breath. He pulls out of you, staring down at you as the haze from his mind finally starts to lift. He blinks away the remnants of the fog and realizes what he’d just done.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo heart drops when he sees tear tracks streaming down your cheeks, your neck and chest littered with hickies and bite marks he hadn’t realized he’d done. Your whole body twitches and trembles and he feels so bad.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo voice cracks when he finally speaks, “I—I’m so sorry. Fuck—I don’t know what came over me.” Your arms shake as you try to sit up.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo blinks at you stupidly when you ask, “what kind of chocolate was that?” He grabs the box, discarded on the floor with only two of the six chocolates left in the heart shaped box. He flips it to read the back and pales when he reads the warning: Do not eat more than one within a 24 hour period. May cause unfavorable reactions.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo curses under his breath before looking at you, his face clearly apologetic and embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. But you just laugh.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo looks at you like you're crazy, but then his eyes widen when you get closer. He’s reminded of the mutual nudity and has half a mind to avert his eyes to save whatever’s left of your dignity. But then you press your lips to his. It’s not as rough or as heated as before. It’s tender, soft, affectionate.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo almost melts into the kiss, but you pull back before he can fully comprehend what’s happening anymore. “Don’t apologize.” you whisper, “I was out of it too. Plus it was great.”
♡ childhood friend!Gojo can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Yeah?” he asks, tentatively placing his hands on your hips, “you liked it?” You take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling it gently before letting go to kiss him again.
“More than liked it,” you hum against his lips.
♡ childhood friend!Gojo chokes on his own spit at your confession. He feels like his chest might burst from the overwhelming sense of affection. His grip tightens on your hips. “Mmm, wait,” he murmurs against your lips before breaking free from the kiss. “This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go. I…wanted to tell you I love you. Properly.”
♡ childhood friend!Gojo lets you wrap your arms around his neck as you sit in his naked sticky lap. “It’s okay. That can wait for another day. For now I just want you to hold me.”
♡ childhood friend!Gojo smiles at your words, “Okay,” he chuckles, “I can do that.”
♡ childhood friend!Gojo bundles you in his arms as he grabs the throw blanket off the back of your couch and throws it over the both of you. He feels his chest bloom with warmth when you whisper, “I love you too.”
(･ω<)☆
wrote this on the tenth. part one of the small valentine’s event i randomly decided to do entirely too late. this one is for sure being posted on valentine’s day, but I can’t guarantee the same for the other ones (ToT)
(･ω<)☆ can be read as a stand alone, but there is a part two
part 1 part 2
“Sweetheart, you have to walk around,”
“I know,” You groaned, the pain in your lower back giving you excruciating hell. “But it hurts,”
Nanami rubbed your bare back as you sat hunched on the edge of the hospital bed. The bright yellow grippy socks they provided for you sliding off your feet as they dangle off the edge. You didn’t care to fix them, or the hospital gown that completely exposed your backside and part of your chest as it slid off your shoulder.
“The nurse said it helps with the cramps if you walk,” Nanami replied softly. His voice is a low timber that’s usually soothing, but in this moment it does little to soothe your pain. And it almost makes you angry that it doesn’t. But to be fair, your anger has been rising by each passing hour you’ve been in this room waiting for something, anything, to happen. “Do you need me to help you stand?”
You weakly shake your head no, rocking back and forth to try to alleviate some of the building pressure in your lower tummy and the cramps in your lower back. You close your eyes and breathe in every time you rock back, and breathe out when you rock forward. When another contraction comes through you abruptly stop and hold your breath till it passes, squeezing your eyes shut tight and white-knuckling the hospital sheets under you.
“You need to breathe, baby,” Nanami reminded you gently, going from your back to your arms in hopes of releasing your tension somehow. Watching you like this, periodically crying when the pain becomes too much, wincing every time you move, tensing so tight that you can’t even breathe, all of it breaks his heart into a million pieces.
“I know.” You reply quickly through gritted teeth, your tone clipped. You find it hard to feel bad for being so short with your doting husband when the pain you’re in is all you can think about. It’s all you’ve been thinking about since your first contraction hit at around 10pm earlier that night.
It’s 3am now.
Nanami didn’t say anything further, knowing if he did it’d only agitate you further. He knows you’re tired and in pain, so he doesn’t blame you at all for having an attitude. You’ve been in labor for approximately five hours at this point, and your patience has long since dwindled.
You breathe out a long sigh as you lay back when the contraction is finally over, but you hiccup out small whine, like a sob, when the position makes your pain worse. You feel like it’s some cruel twist of fate that not only are you dealing with contractions every couple minutes, but you’re also cramping on top of that, never getting a break. You can’t help but feel like it’s unbelievably unfair.
“Kenny…” You practically whine out, tears building behind your eyes again. “I can’t do it Ken,” You say, your voice wobbly and cracking as tears spill over your waterline. Kento’s brows furrow in concern as he collects you into his arms and lets you cry on his shirt for the third time this hour.
“Yes you can, love,” He tries to reassure you, but he feels like he’s running out of words. He rubs your back and places a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “The nurse said it’s not much longer until you’re dilated some more. I know it hurts, but doing something other than sitting will really help make it go faster.”
“It's too much,” You mumble into his shirt, your tears staining the shade of his shirt a darker gray.
“I know, I know, sweetheart,” He whispers against your crown, still rubbing your back in what he hopes to god is soothing. “Just a little bit of movement, yeah? You liked the yoga ball," He suggests hopefully. You were bouncing on it earlier until the contractions got closer together and the cramps got worse. Which meant it was working, but you started crying from the intensity of the pain and have been basically paralyzed in this spot since, in fear that moving will make it worse.
You sniffled and your tears kept silently flowing. You thought about the pain the yoga ball induced and the thought of getting on it to generate more made you want to throw up. But the idea of walking sounded even worse.
You have to rationalize it to yourself: A few moments of pain to finally be rid of this feeling.
You nodded with no words, but Nanami needed none when he carefully moved from you to retrieve the ball from the corner of the room. He made quick work of placing it next to the bed and helping you stand up. You hissed and groaned as you moved, gravity pulling on the heavy weight of your enlarged stomach, the pressure in your lower tummy worsening. Nanami quickly braced your stomach with his large hands, practically holding your stomach for you.
“Oh, wait wait,” You stop moving once you’re standing, Nanami holding the weight of your stomach from behind you. Suddenly the ache in your back finally feels relieved, you almost cry tears of joy as your body practically goes limp against your husband’s chest.
“Does that feel better sweetheart?” Kento whispers against your temple. You nod your head and fully lean back, your arms limp by your sides while you let him shoulder all your weight. Kento doesn’t mind one bit now that he finally feels like he can help you in some way. Seeing some form of relief on your face after hours of tears makes his chest feel lighter.
He nuzzles his nose into your hair, a comforting gesture, and starts at a slow pace, swaying side to side. Standing still won’t help you anymore than sitting will, so he hopes the subtle movement in your hips will help you without hurting too much.
You hum at the movement, it doesn’t do anything to soothe the tightness in your lower belly or the contractions that are about four minutes apart now, but it doesn’t induce anything either so you’re content to move this much. You place your hands over Kento’s under your stomach, and close your eyes at the mild relief you feel. You’re about ready to thank him when another contraction comes through.
You suck in a sharp breath and grip Nanami’s forarm hard. He stops swaying you and starts counting in his head, keeping track of how long it lasts. You remember your husband’s words earlier and try to breath through the pain.
“So proud of you, baby,” Kento whispers softly against your crown and presses another kiss to your temple, then to your cheek. He tries not to kiss you too much because he knows your patience is long gone and being in your face might annoy you, but seeing you push through this with so much strength makes it feel like his love for you has grown ten-fold. Something he didn’t know was possible.
You feel your chest warm at his soft words, but you can’t relish in the feeling when the pain is more dominant. When the contraction is finally over, you let out a loud groan, your frustrations bubbling to the surface once more.
“I just want this to be over already,” You whine, your body and mind already tired and you haven’t even begun to push yet. That thought makes your heart sink and you so desperately hope you don’t have to push for long.
“It will be soon,” Kento tries to sooth you, “I promise it won’t be much longer.”
“How do you know that? It’s already been five hours and the nurse said i’m only dialated three centimeters,” Nanami hums at your complaints and starts swaying you again, still holding your entire weight against him. He may not be able to do much, but he’ll be your voice of reason and hold you throughout the rocess for as long as you may need it.
“Because if we keep moving you’ll dilate more and you’ll be birthing a baby not too long after that.”
“What if it takes forever to push?”
“It won’t. You’re strong.”
You huff at his answer. “That’s not how it works.”
“It is if you believe it does,”
Nanami Kento, a straight laced man that believes in facts, logic, and order, is talking to you about the power of believing. If you were in a better state of mind you’d find that funny.
“You sound crazy,”
“I’m just saying whatever will help at this point. I feel bad that I can’t do more for you,” You pat his hand that’s still holding your stomach, trying to be comforting in any way that you can be in your position.
“You’re plenty helpful,” You say softly. “I don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t here with me. I really don’t think I could do this if you weren’t,”
“You definitely could,” Nanami chuckles, you can feel the sound vibrate in his chest against your back. Normally you’d be all over him just from that alone. Oh how you wish to be done with this already.
“Well then I wouldn’t want to.” He chuckles again and you don’t know whether to tell him to do it again or stop because it’s making you think things at a time where you definitely don’t feel like doing those things, but you love the sound so much. It’s driving you crazy.
“Fair enough.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t shown you more how grateful I am,” Nanami tries to pull you closer, which only results in him holding you tighter, and kisses your cheek again.
“No, you have nothing to apologize for, my love. You’re perfect. If anything, I need to show you more gratitude for going through with this,”
“Well it’s not like you’re forcing me,” You chuckle. “I wanted to do this too.”
“Yeah, but you’re doing all the work. And that’s so incredibly strong of you. I admire your strength and I haven’t been grateful enough for that.”
“Kenny…” You whisper, unsure of what to say to that, but feeling so loved. Kento kisses your cheek again, unable to help himself. If he had it his way he’d be kissing you all over, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you.
“I love you so much,” He whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. It makes the back of your neck tingle and your mind wander places again. You hum affectionately when he presses his lips to your temple,his lips lingering there.
“I love you too, Kenny,” You whisper back. He rests his head on top of yours and begins swaying your bodies again, with more hip movement this time.
You place your hands over his under your belly. “I know what you’re doing,” Kento just chuckles at your playful assessment.
“I’m just helping, sweetheart,”
“I doubt this is enough movement to do much,” You say, but oblige his actions by moving your hips with more force. Your husband hums appreciatively and happily sways with you.
“It doesn’t hurt to try,”
You don’t miss a beat when you respond, “It does actually.” Kento laughs, deep and breathy right in your ear. It almost makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“You’re right,” And he kisses your cheek, a silent apology. “Let’s just stay like this for now, hm? Until you're ready to do some more movement?”
You nod your head, not very efficiently because it’s still tucked into the crook of his neck as you lay back into his chest. Completely enveloped by your doting husband, you feel at ease. Because despite the near constant pain you’ve been in since earlier that night, you know you’re safe and will be taken care of. You can turn off your brain and let your husband take the reins.
“Alright, Kenny.” You agree. Kento kisses your temple again, then your cheek. You turn your head so he can press one to your lips, lingering there and holding you tight against him.
He pulls back just the slightest to whisper against the plush of your lips, “Good girl.”
(･ω<)☆ can be read as a stand alone, but there is a part one
part 1 part 2
“Kenny…” you whined the moment your husband walked through the door. You’re on the couch, exactly where he left you when he went to the store to grab more diapers. Neither of you had realized you ran out. Your newborn baby is cradled in the crook of your elbow, propped up by a throw pillow, as she quietly drinks from your swollen mound, and for some reason, you’re near tears. Nanami drops the box of diapers instantly, barely tugging off his shoes as he makes his way over to you.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks softly as he sits down next to you, the couch dips under his weight, bringing your side flush to his. You don’t answer and just sigh. You put your head in your hand, rubbing at your eyes with the base of your palm.
Before he left you looked…tired, defeated, unmotivated. A plethora of words he could use to describe the state you’ve been in the past couple days. You had asked him not to go, but he’d said he’d be back in just a few minutes. True to his words he was only gone ten minutes at most.
“I didn’t want you to go,” your voice trembles as you speak and he feels like his chest is caving in. He brings his arm around you and rubs your arm, careful not to jostle the baby too much.
“We needed diapers sweetheart. And I was only gone ten minutes,” he tries to reason, but it seems it doesn’t work.
“I know that. But you didn’t have to leave.” You look at him then and he can see the tears threatening to spill past your waterline. “You could’ve had the diapers delivered. Or called someone to get them for us.”
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t think it was a big deal.” And it’s like those words make it worse. Your face scrunches up as the tears fall. Nanami feels panic grip his heart for a split second.
“A big deal? Are you really saying I’m being dramatic right now?” Your voice takes a higher pitch, bordering on loud, but you’re trying—and failing—to keep it together. That split second of panic turns into a minute the moment he realizes he’s fucked up.
“No, sweetheart. That’s not what I'm saying at all.” Despite his panic he keeps his voice steady. Like always, he stays calm for the both of you. “I just didn’t think you would mind that much.”
You huff and look away. You’re too choked up with emotion to have a rebuttal. Nanami can tell. But what he can’t tell is why you’re so upset about something as small as him being gone for less than ten minutes.
“What’s this really about, hm?” He gently cradles your cheek, turning your head to face him. He’s careful to keep his tone gentle, as if one wrong word could set you off. “Tell me so I can help you. Whatever you need.”
You suck in a sharp breath to try to keep the oncoming tears at bay. You feel a complicated myriad of emotions that feel too tangled to even begin to explain. That only adds to your frustration which makes the urge to cry even worse.
Your baby, suckling tenderly on your tit, latches off having had her fill. Nanami carefully takes her from you and starts gently patting her back while you put your tit away.
After giving birth to your daughter you were overjoyed. Both because you were finally done with the long labor process and because you could finally hold her in your arms.
But once the three of you were home from the hospital your anxiety has been clawing at you, taking over your mind, and conjuring frightening thoughts. You’re constantly thinking of ways your baby could die or get hurt and you wouldn’t be able to do much because you can’t move well enough after pushing a whole human out of you.
You’re completely reliant on Nanami and usually you wouldn’t think twice about relying on your husband. But with a child you feel like it’s unfair to him to have to take care of both you and the baby. Thoughts like that tend to fill you with immense guilt.
And with your hormones working overtime to regulate, you feel like you feel every emotion times a thousand, worse than when you were pregnant.
Your hormones, your anxiety, your paranoia, the guilt. It’s all building up into this anticlimactic cataclysmic moment.
“It’s not about diapers…” you mumble. Nanami barely hears you, but refuses to ask you to repeat yourself in fear it’ll break the dam and you’ll burst into tears. “It’s ‘cause you left. And don’t say you were only gone a couple of minutes. I know that.”
“Alright, baby, I won’t leave.” He puts an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to his side, letting your head rest on his shoulder. His words should soothe you, but they don’t. You feel like he still doesn’t fully understand what you’re feeling and he’s just placating you so you stop being upset.
You lift your head to fix him with a pained look, “Do you even know why I’m upset?” you ask and Nanami knows he’s screwed because, no, he doesn’t completely understand, but he’s willing to do whatever you need to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.
But you’re neither of those things. You haven’t been since he brought you and the baby home. He doesn’t understand why, but he’s trying to make it better.
And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe him trying to find a doable solution is what’s making you feel guilty. He’s willing to go to lengths, you’re not sure how far they extend, to make you happy, but sometimes you don’t want him to walk miles. You just want him here.
“I don’t…” He says slowly as if testing each syllable before they’re fully spoken. “But tell me what you need from me and I’ll gladly do it. If you don’t want me to leave, I won’t.”
“I don’t always want you to do something for me.” you sniffle as you wipe the tears from your eyes with the collar of your shirt. It makes you feel guilty that he’s always rearing to go, to do something, to fix this or that. It almost makes you feel like a burden because you don’t always need that. But you know that’s just how he is.
Whether you asked or not, he's going to fold your clothes for you, cook you dinner, organize your desk, wash your favorite mug, make sure your favorite bra is always clean, or replenish your favorite candle.
“I know.” He replies. “I want to. So whatever you need, just tell me.” His response fills you with that guilt again. And maybe it’s the regulating hormones making you feel every emotion a hundred times worse, but that just frustrates you more because you know you have nothing to feel guilty for.
“What if one of my needs is for you to just understand me? I don’t want you to get up and fix it when I'm upset. Sometimes I need to just be upset, or cry, or yell. Sometimes I don’t need to be fixed. Sometimes I just need you to understand how I feel.”
Nanami sits there for a beat as he takes in your words. He nods his head once before pressing a firm kiss to your temple, hugging you close, the baby cooing softly in his arms.
“I understand.” He whispers against your skin. He brings your head to his shoulder again, then resting his head on top of yours.
“Do you?” you sniffle as you wipe your eyes.
“Yes. I understand sometimes you just want emotional support. And I’m sorry I haven’t been the best at that.”
The two of you sit in the moment for a while. He just rubs soothing patterns into your shoulder while patting the bum of the baby cooing softly in his arms.
“Thank you for telling me,” Nanami breaks the silence to whisper the words against your hair.
“You don’t need to thank me,” you scoff lightly. He squeezes your shoulders.
“I do. It’s something that’s been bothering you so I appreciate that you told me.” You shift to lean against him more and rest your hand on his chest, tucking your body into his hold.
“It doesn’t…bother me,” you mumble but it doesn’t sound convincing.
“It bothered you enough to tell me,”
“It’s just my hormones making me feel crazy.” You murmur. Nanami places his hand to the back of your neck to guide your head to look at him, his eyes locked into yours.
“No. It’s not just hormones and you are not crazy.” His words are more stern than anything he’s said so far. He doesn’t want you to invalidate your own feelings, especially if it’s for his sake. “You’re feeling upset and that is just as valid even if you weren’t only a week postpartum.”
Your eyes well with tears again for a different reason. You’re going to get emotional whiplash from your feelings changing every two seconds.
The moment is shattered when the tiny bundle in Nanami’s arms lets out an audibly loud burp. You both chuckle as you look down at your daughter who looks back up at the two of you with that wide eyed wonder look that newborns have. It’s adorable and you start to feel that warmth that you thought you would feel during your postpartum.
“This…is harder than I thought it’d be,” you say quietly as you brush your daughter’s cheek with your finger, she coos up at you and you feel like your chest might explode.
“Yeah…” Nanami agrees, “But we have each other. We’ll get through it.” You smile at him, appreciative that he said “we” and instead of “you”, it makes you feel like you’re not the only one struggling and that he feels he can rely on you too.
“Yeah,” you press a kiss to his lips that he readily returns, “We will.”
(･ω<)☆
I don’t know if anyone is even going to know what i’m talking about but this was inspired by a creator i’ve been obsessed with for a while, who makes skits on tiktok/youtube about the niche things women in pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum go through. her videos opened my eyes to the challenges most new mothers go through and showed me that more often than not it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. i love her skits so much, her account name is shawna the mom if anyone knows who im talking about
warnings: cursing; no mention female or male anatomy; no spoilers; slow build; slow to update; college au
summary: You get a peek into Satoru’s corner of the world, and he gets a peek into yours.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 …+
“So, what the hell was Friday about?” Satoru’s mother, Miyuki Gojo asks, tone light, almost bored, like she’s asking about the weather. But Satoru knows better. That calm voice is just a facade. She’s seething, waiting for the right moment to unleash it to intimidate him into submission. It used to work on him once, back when he was too young to see through the act. But now? Now it only gets on his nerves.
He resists the urge to roll his eyes, even though he’s wearing his sunglasses he knows his mother would be able to tell, so he settles for clenching his jaw.
“Are you going to answer your mother?” his father, Shin Gojo, says calmly, not even looking up from the folder of papers in his hands. He’s reclined in the dining chair like this is just another business meeting, like this is all routine.
Maybe for them it is.
Satoru’s fingers twitch under the table. He hates this. The way they corner him like some unruly child, taking turns wearing him down. He briefly considers getting up and walking out, but he already knows how that’ll go. The endless lectures. The judgmental stares. The whispers behind closed doors about how he’s disrespectful.
No, it’s better to stay. They’ve already got enough to gossip about without handing them more fuel.
“Who was that person you brought with you? I’ve never seen anyone like that at any of the recent events.” His father questions, his tone is more curious than angry.
“It doesn’t matter,” Satoru sighs, tired of the conversation before it even began.
“It does.” His mother replies, “Because we can’t have rumors of you being with just anyone,” Miyuki takes a stab at her salad. Her fork clinked against the glass plate irritatingly. “It’s one thing if you were actually together, but rumors ruin your prospects. Especially with someone of lower class,” Satoru’s eyebrows furrow.
“Is it so hard to believe we are?” he almost snaps. His mother looks at him through her lashes, not even lifting her head from her plate. She languidly takes a bite of her salad as a smirk presents itself onto her face.
“Uh huh, sure,” she almost scoffs, chewing. Her condescending attitude only serves as more fuel for the fire of Satoru’s anger. He leans forward now, his irritation growing,
“Why don’t you believe me?”
Miyuki laughs politely. “You’re my son. I know you.”
Satoru grits his teeth. “You don’t know anything,”
“I know enough,” she goes back to stabbing at her food, “You barely even knew that person,” Satoru sits back, almost caught off guard. How his mother knew that he doesn’t know, but despite that, is it so hard to believe he would want to be with you? What was it that made you so different from him in others eyes?
“Well son,” His father starts, “If the two of you are dating, I’d advise you to end that relationship. And—“
“Bottom line,” Miyuki cuts Shin off, “You need to stay away from that person so you don’t further entangle yourself into more rumors,” She takes another dainty bite of salad, implying the end of the discussion, leaving no room for Satoru to argue.
He lets the silence stretch, jaw clenched so tight he swears he hears something crack. His fingers twitch against the edge of the mahogany table, nails digging into the wood just enough to ground him.
“And if I don’t?” he says quietly.
His father glances up from his papers, brows twitching. “Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences. And don’t pretend you don’t know what that means.”
Miyuki finally looks up, her eyes sharp and glacial. “You're not a child anymore, Satoru. You need to be more aware of the responsibilities your name carries.”
“I never asked for this name,” he mutters.
“You didn’t have to,” his mother replies. “You were born into it. That’s the burden and the blessing.”
Satoru leans back, his chair creaking under the shift. He crosses his arms, sunglasses hiding the storm behind his eyes. “You think you're protecting me. You’re not. You’re controlling me.”
Miyuki shrugs one shoulder. “Control is just another form of guidance. You’ll thank us one day.”
Satoru laughs once, dry and humorless. “Don’t hold your breath.”
There’s a beat of tension before Shin sighs and neatly closes the folder in front of him. “We only want what’s best for you.”
“No,” Satoru shakes his head slowly. “You want what’s best for you. For your image. What I want has never been considered.”
Miyuki dabs her mouth with her napkin, then stands. Her tone is clipped now, final. “Then maybe it’s time you start thinking about whether what you want is worth everything you’ll lose.” She exits the dining room like it was a stage she just delivered her monologue on, leaving the chill of her words behind.
Shin lingers, giving his son a look that isn’t quite pity, but isn’t quite respectful either. Just tired expectations, like they’re consistently not being met. Then he, too, gets up and follows.
Satoru stays seated, silence wrapping around him like a vice. Is what he wants worth it?
He just wants to be able to make his own choices. He’s already lived his life as The Gojo Heir. He’s going to college so he’s qualified to take over his mother’s position. He’s forced to be the face and representative of the Gojo Corporation, going to charity events, gallery openings, investment seminars, company meetings, and so, so much more. He’s tired of every factor of his life being chosen for him under the guise of “guidance”.
So would it be worth it to lose all he’s lived and breathed for just to have the ability to make a choice of his own?
Yes.
So, Satoru pulls out his phone, and makes a choice.
Gojo: You home?
By 11:45, you were walking toward the library, hands jammed in the pockets of your coat, breath curling in the air. You hadn’t seen Satoru all weekend, not in person at least. And while you weren’t exactly excited to be working with him again, part of you couldn’t deny a quiet curiosity about how things would go.
You arrived a few minutes early and found a quiet table in the back corner of the library’s second floor. The spot gave you a decent view of the entrance without being obvious. You unpacked your laptop and opened the shared document for your project, not that you expected to get much done before he showed up.
At exactly 12:01, you spotted him.
Even in the low winter light filtering through the windows, Satoru stood out. White hair peeking from under a gray beanie, black coat half-zipped over a hoodie, messenger bag slung casually across his shoulder, and his big blackout sunglasses still adorned on his face. He spotted you quickly, grinned, and made his way over without hesitation.
“Hey,” he said as he dropped into the seat across from you, pulling off his beanie and shaking out his hair like a dog. “Miss me?”
You gave him a flat look. “You’re late.”
He glanced at the time on his watch. “By one minute. Technically, that just makes me fashionably on time.”
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just get this done.”
Satoru leaned back in his chair, still grinning, but he pulled out his laptop and opened up the project doc without further commentary. For a few minutes, the two of you actually worked in relative silence. Well, as silent as it could be with Satoru mumbling to himself while reading.
You caught yourself glancing up at him more than once. He seemed... normal. Calm, even. No teasing, no unnecessary drama. And maybe that was what made you feel even more off-balance. Because if there was anything you'd learned in the past two weeks, it was that Satoru Gojo rarely did “normal.”
“So,” he said eventually, not looking up from his screen, “what did Kaiya say to you yesterday?”
You blinked. A little unsure if you heard him correctly. “What?”
“At the coffee shop,” he clarified. “I saw her talking to you when I was leaving. She and her little gang of hyenas were giggling like someone gave them a coupon for free mani-pedis.”
You stared at him. “You were there?”
Satoru finally looked up, shrugging. “Not for long. I was grabbing coffee and saw you walk in. Didn’t wanna interrupt.”
“Since when do you care about interrupting?”
He tilted his head, mock-hurt. “Ouch. I’ll have you know I’m very respectful when I want to be.”
You narrowed your eyes. “She didn’t say anything important. Just the usual.”
“She always says something.” His tone shifted slightly, a little colder.
You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you looked back at your screen, rereading the same sentence three times before you said, “She asked if I was blackmailing you.”
There was a pause, then a quiet laugh from across the table. “Creative.”
“She also said you had standards. Implying I didn’t meet them.”
Satoru groaned and rubbed his face under his glasses. “God, she’s exhausting.”
You looked at him, genuinely curious now. “Why don’t you just tell her to back off?”
“I have,” he said simply, voice low and serious in a way you didn’t hear often. “She doesn’t listen. She doesn’t care about ‘no’ unless it comes with a public spectacle or complete humiliation. And I usually try to avoid those if I can.”
Something in his voice made you pause. He wasn’t just annoyed. He was tired. You hummed as a response and left it at that. The quiet ambient sounds of the library began to envelope you as the two of you worked slowly. You tried to focus on the work, Satoru’s mumbling creating a gentle asmr as a reminder to do so, but something kept picking at your attention.
“You didn’t say anything to me over the weekend,” you mumble after a moment.
Satoru blinked at you. “You told me to leave you alone,” he replies. Part of you begins to grow sheepish at his words.
You had yelled at him out of some form of fear that night, but after the uneventful weekend, you had realized you might have overreacted. You still felt you were right, being used and threatened wasn’t something to react lightly to, but you had completely blown up at him and ended up saying something you didn’t mean.
“I didn’t mean it.” you confessed.
“You sounded like you meant it.”
You sighed, “It was just… a lot.”
Satoru nodded, then leaned forward a little, resting his arms on the table. “Look, I get it. You didn’t ask for any of this. People talk. They always do. And I’ve kind of made a mess of things without meaning to.”
You looked at him, trying to read the expression on his face. Sincere. For once.
He gave you a small smile. “So, for what it’s worth… I’m sorry.”
That threw you more than anything else he could’ve said.
Before you could respond, he added, “And I really do want to finish this project with you. You’re the only one I’ve worked with who actually gives a damn.”
That earned a tiny laugh from you. “Well. You’re not wrong.”
The moment stretched just long enough to feel like something else was about to be said, but then Satoru turned back to his laptop.
“Alright, back to work. I have to contribute enough to get at least a B and not feel like a freeloader.” You smiled quietly to yourself and returned to your screen.
The next hour passed in a surprising rhythm of productivity. There were a few interruptions; Satoru getting distracted by a video of a dog in a Halloween costume, your laptop nearly dying before you found an outlet, but for the most part, you made good progress on the project.
Somewhere in between his sarcastic commentary and the way he typed with only his index fingers when he inevitably got bored (“It’s called precision,” he’d said), things started to feel less tense.
Eventually, the conversation shifted from the project to small talk. You learned he wears those stupid sunglasses because his eyes are sensitive to certain lighting. That he’s really well traveled and once, in italy, he had gotten kicked out of the Vatican Museum for trying to race his friend down the halls. And that he had a very strong opinion on socks with sandals ("an actual crime, and I stand by that").
You found yourself laughing more than you meant to.
And that was the weirdest part. You weren’t supposed to be this comfortable around him. Not after that frat disaster. Not after Friday night. And definitely not after being blackmailed in a coffee shop.
But somehow, here you were.
“You know,” he said as he closed his laptop, “I think we’ve earned a break.”
You glanced at the time. It was almost 3 p.m. “We’ve done most of the outline.”
“And I didn’t even make a single chaotic edit to the doc. Personal growth,” he said proudly. You snorted.
Satoru grinned, stretching his arms above his head. “So. Want to grab food or something? I’m starving, and you owe me after making me use my brain this long.”
You blinked. “I owe you?”
“Absolutely,” he said without missing a beat. “I only agreed to this group project so I could coast. You ruined my master plan by making me participate.”
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “I was going to make ramen when I got home.”
“Oh my god,” he gasped, clutching his chest. “You’re offering me a home-cooked meal? This is serious. Are we married now?”
“Not even close.”
But the idea of him coming over… it didn’t immediately sound awful.
You hesitated, then sighed. “If you touch anything in my kitchen, I’m kicking you out.”
“Harsh,” he said, already slinging his bag over his shoulder. “But fair.”
The two of you left the library and stepped out into the cold. It had started to snow lightly, just a dusting, but enough to cover the sidewalks in a soft, powdery layer. You walked side by side, not speaking much at first. Your apartment was a little ways away, the closest thing you could get with your budget, and the silence between you had settled into something less uncomfortable, more companionable.
You unlocked the front door, leading him inside. Your apartment wasn’t big, but it was clean and cozy. A little cluttered, maybe, but it felt lived-in. Satoru glanced around like he was cataloging every detail, then toed off his shoes near the door.
“You want instant ramen or fancy ramen?” you called out, heading toward the kitchen.
“What’s the difference?”
“Fancy means I add an egg.”
He gave you a solemn nod. “Fancy, please. I’m a man of class.”
As you filled the pot with water and started prepping, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. But it wasn’t intense or invasive, just… present.
“Hey,” he said after a moment, “you’re not mad at me anymore, right?” You didn’t answer immediately. You still weren’t kind to the idea of you being used as a pawn in someone else’s chess game unbeknownst to you, but you suppose he did apologise.
“I’m still figuring that out.” You settled for your answer. He didn’t push.
Instead, he leaned back in one of your little mismatched kitchen chairs and said softly. “I really am sorry for how Friday went down. Stuff like that is just something I’m used to and I guess it was hard for me to picture what it looks like from someone who isn’t. And that’s my bad.” You glanced at him over your shoulder, and he was already looking at you, sunglasses off, his expression surprisingly open.
A part of you is curious to know what his deal is. Why chaos seems to be his normal, but another part of you still feels it’s too dangerous to ask. You feel like the more you learn about him the more you get pulled into his orbit. There’s still a chance to set the line and create a comfortable distance between you; stay acquaintances. But you keep finding that your curiosity gets the better of you.
You blanch your eggs into cold water, then put the noodles in the pot, the seasonings soon after to let the ramen soak up the flavor.
“I guess…I’m still trying to figure out your deal.” You finally say. He’s still looking at you, you can feel his eyes on your back. He takes a breath before answering.
“I guess you can say it’s complicated?” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “But the long story short of it is my family are a bunch of rich prudes that surround themselves with nothing but other rich prudes and they don’t like it when…others intrude in their space.”
“Others, as in, low class people.” You state. He sighs tiredly, like he’s already fed up.
“Yeah.” You finish up the ramen and set the bowls down between the two of you as you sit across from him at your rickety little dining table. You hand him a pair of chopsticks.
“I can see how that can be tiring.” He just chuckles at your response, it sounds almost forced and dry, like a scoff.
“You have no idea.” He grumbles as he starts eating.
You began eating too to let the silence and the warmth of the noodles envelope you. The quiet felt sort of strange now. Different from the awkward silence at the library, like there was something unspoken between you. Different from the cold walk here, that companionable silence after a good laugh. Now, you felt the weight of his words. You’re starting to understand his world a little bit more. It felt strangely…normal.
And maybe a little dangerous.
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It’s been so long since I last posted that i’m sure anyone who was reading this lost interest, but i’m not giving up on this. I will finish this eventually. I just lost motivation for a long while because I started getting into my head that my story is ass (and a lot of personal shit in my life keeps me from writing) and it made me lose the original direction of where I wanted it to go. But i’ve found inspiration and hopefully it’ll carry me to the end.
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(･ω<)☆ can be read as a stand alone, but there is a part two
part 1 part 2
“Sweetheart, you have to walk around,”
“I know,” You groaned, the pain in your lower back giving you excruciating hell. “But it hurts,”
Nanami rubbed your bare back as you sat hunched on the edge of the hospital bed. The bright yellow grippy socks they provided for you sliding off your feet as they dangle off the edge. You didn’t care to fix them, or the hospital gown that completely exposed your backside and part of your chest as it slid off your shoulder.
“The nurse said it helps with the cramps if you walk,” Nanami replied softly. His voice is a low timber that’s usually soothing, but in this moment it does little to soothe your pain. And it almost makes you angry that it doesn’t. But to be fair, your anger has been rising by each passing hour you’ve been in this room waiting for something, anything, to happen. “Do you need me to help you stand?”
You weakly shake your head no, rocking back and forth to try to alleviate some of the building pressure in your lower tummy and the cramps in your lower back. You close your eyes and breathe in every time you rock back, and breathe out when you rock forward. When another contraction comes through you abruptly stop and hold your breath till it passes, squeezing your eyes shut tight and white-knuckling the hospital sheets under you.
“You need to breathe, baby,” Nanami reminded you gently, going from your back to your arms in hopes of releasing your tension somehow. Watching you like this, periodically crying when the pain becomes too much, wincing every time you move, tensing so tight that you can’t even breathe, all of it breaks his heart into a million pieces.
“I know.” You reply quickly through gritted teeth, your tone clipped. You find it hard to feel bad for being so short with your doting husband when the pain you’re in is all you can think about. It’s all you’ve been thinking about since your first contraction hit at around 10pm earlier that night.
It’s 3am now.
Nanami didn’t say anything further, knowing if he did it’d only agitate you further. He knows you’re tired and in pain, so he doesn’t blame you at all for having an attitude. You’ve been in labor for approximately five hours at this point, and your patience has long since dwindled.
You breathe out a long sigh as you lay back when the contraction is finally over, but you hiccup out small whine, like a sob, when the position makes your pain worse. You feel like it’s some cruel twist of fate that not only are you dealing with contractions every couple minutes, but you’re also cramping on top of that, never getting a break. You can’t help but feel like it’s unbelievably unfair.
“Kenny…” You practically whine out, tears building behind your eyes again. “I can’t do it Ken,” You say, your voice wobbly and cracking as tears spill over your waterline. Kento’s brows furrow in concern as he collects you into his arms and lets you cry on his shirt for the third time this hour.
“Yes you can, love,” He tries to reassure you, but he feels like he’s running out of words. He rubs your back and places a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “The nurse said it’s not much longer until you’re dilated some more. I know it hurts, but doing something other than sitting will really help make it go faster.”
“It's too much,” You mumble into his shirt, your tears staining the shade of his shirt a darker gray.
“I know, I know, sweetheart,” He whispers against your crown, still rubbing your back in what he hopes to god is soothing. “Just a little bit of movement, yeah? You liked the yoga ball," He suggests hopefully. You were bouncing on it earlier until the contractions got closer together and the cramps got worse. Which meant it was working, but you started crying from the intensity of the pain and have been basically paralyzed in this spot since, in fear that moving will make it worse.
You sniffled and your tears kept silently flowing. You thought about the pain the yoga ball induced and the thought of getting on it to generate more made you want to throw up. But the idea of walking sounded even worse.
You have to rationalize it to yourself: A few moments of pain to finally be rid of this feeling.
You nodded with no words, but Nanami needed none when he carefully moved from you to retrieve the ball from the corner of the room. He made quick work of placing it next to the bed and helping you stand up. You hissed and groaned as you moved, gravity pulling on the heavy weight of your enlarged stomach, the pressure in your lower tummy worsening. Nanami quickly braced your stomach with his large hands, practically holding your stomach for you.
“Oh, wait wait,” You stop moving once you’re standing, Nanami holding the weight of your stomach from behind you. Suddenly the ache in your back finally feels relieved, you almost cry tears of joy as your body practically goes limp against your husband’s chest.
“Does that feel better sweetheart?” Kento whispers against your temple. You nod your head and fully lean back, your arms limp by your sides while you let him shoulder all your weight. Kento doesn’t mind one bit now that he finally feels like he can help you in some way. Seeing some form of relief on your face after hours of tears makes his chest feel lighter.
He nuzzles his nose into your hair, a comforting gesture, and starts at a slow pace, swaying side to side. Standing still won’t help you anymore than sitting will, so he hopes the subtle movement in your hips will help you without hurting too much.
You hum at the movement, it doesn’t do anything to soothe the tightness in your lower belly or the contractions that are about four minutes apart now, but it doesn’t induce anything either so you’re content to move this much. You place your hands over Kento’s under your stomach, and close your eyes at the mild relief you feel. You’re about ready to thank him when another contraction comes through.
You suck in a sharp breath and grip Nanami’s forarm hard. He stops swaying you and starts counting in his head, keeping track of how long it lasts. You remember your husband’s words earlier and try to breath through the pain.
“So proud of you, baby,” Kento whispers softly against your crown and presses another kiss to your temple, then to your cheek. He tries not to kiss you too much because he knows your patience is long gone and being in your face might annoy you, but seeing you push through this with so much strength makes it feel like his love for you has grown ten-fold. Something he didn’t know was possible.
You feel your chest warm at his soft words, but you can’t relish in the feeling when the pain is more dominant. When the contraction is finally over, you let out a loud groan, your frustrations bubbling to the surface once more.
“I just want this to be over already,” You whine, your body and mind already tired and you haven’t even begun to push yet. That thought makes your heart sink and you so desperately hope you don’t have to push for long.
“It will be soon,” Kento tries to sooth you, “I promise it won’t be much longer.”
“How do you know that? It’s already been five hours and the nurse said i’m only dialated three centimeters,” Nanami hums at your complaints and starts swaying you again, still holding your entire weight against him. He may not be able to do much, but he’ll be your voice of reason and hold you throughout the rocess for as long as you may need it.
“Because if we keep moving you’ll dilate more and you’ll be birthing a baby not too long after that.”
“What if it takes forever to push?”
“It won’t. You’re strong.”
You huff at his answer. “That’s not how it works.”
“It is if you believe it does,”
Nanami Kento, a straight laced man that believes in facts, logic, and order, is talking to you about the power of believing. If you were in a better state of mind you’d find that funny.
“You sound crazy,”
“I’m just saying whatever will help at this point. I feel bad that I can’t do more for you,” You pat his hand that’s still holding your stomach, trying to be comforting in any way that you can be in your position.
“You’re plenty helpful,” You say softly. “I don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t here with me. I really don’t think I could do this if you weren’t,”
“You definitely could,” Nanami chuckles, you can feel the sound vibrate in his chest against your back. Normally you’d be all over him just from that alone. Oh how you wish to be done with this already.
“Well then I wouldn’t want to.” He chuckles again and you don’t know whether to tell him to do it again or stop because it’s making you think things at a time where you definitely don’t feel like doing those things, but you love the sound so much. It’s driving you crazy.
“Fair enough.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t shown you more how grateful I am,” Nanami tries to pull you closer, which only results in him holding you tighter, and kisses your cheek again.
“No, you have nothing to apologize for, my love. You’re perfect. If anything, I need to show you more gratitude for going through with this,”
“Well it’s not like you’re forcing me,” You chuckle. “I wanted to do this too.”
“Yeah, but you’re doing all the work. And that’s so incredibly strong of you. I admire your strength and I haven’t been grateful enough for that.”
“Kenny…” You whisper, unsure of what to say to that, but feeling so loved. Kento kisses your cheek again, unable to help himself. If he had it his way he’d be kissing you all over, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you.
“I love you so much,” He whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. It makes the back of your neck tingle and your mind wander places again. You hum affectionately when he presses his lips to your temple,his lips lingering there.
“I love you too, Kenny,” You whisper back. He rests his head on top of yours and begins swaying your bodies again, with more hip movement this time.
You place your hands over his under your belly. “I know what you’re doing,” Kento just chuckles at your playful assessment.
“I’m just helping, sweetheart,”
“I doubt this is enough movement to do much,” You say, but oblige his actions by moving your hips with more force. Your husband hums appreciatively and happily sways with you.
“It doesn’t hurt to try,”
You don’t miss a beat when you respond, “It does actually.” Kento laughs, deep and breathy right in your ear. It almost makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“You’re right,” And he kisses your cheek, a silent apology. “Let’s just stay like this for now, hm? Until you're ready to do some more movement?”
You nod your head, not very efficiently because it’s still tucked into the crook of his neck as you lay back into his chest. Completely enveloped by your doting husband, you feel at ease. Because despite the near constant pain you’ve been in since earlier that night, you know you’re safe and will be taken care of. You can turn off your brain and let your husband take the reins.
“Alright, Kenny.” You agree. Kento kisses your temple again, then your cheek. You turn your head so he can press one to your lips, lingering there and holding you tight against him.
He pulls back just the slightest to whisper against the plush of your lips, “Good girl.”
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warnings: cursing; light angst; no mentioned female or male anatomy; no spoilers; no curses; slow build; slow to update; college au
summary: you finally get the pen back. But at what cost?
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8…+
After the escapades at Satoru’s little “engagement” party, you find yourself sitting across from him at an upscale restaurant, still reeling from the absurdity of the night. You should be yelling at him, demanding answers, but you can't find the energy in you to do so. The warmth of the dimly lit space, the light clink of expensive silverware, and the quiet hum of conversation are almost enough to lull you into a false sense of security.
“Hey,” Satoru calls to you from across the table, he’s leaned back and comfortable, “Relax.” You instantly drop your shoulders. You hadn’t realized they were tense. You roll them back as you take a sip of your drink.
“I am,”
“Sure,” he smiles at you before taking a sip of his own drink. “You know,” he starts, you look up at him from your plate, “I think now’s a good time to give you your surprise,” You aren’t sure if your expression conveys your surprise, but you had completely forgotten about that amidst the chaos. Speaking of, you have half a mind to double the charge.
Satoru digs through his coat pocket and in one swift motion is presenting you with the Hello Kitty pen.
Your eyes almost bulge out of your head at the sight of its bright pink and red nature. But you hesitate to grab it, in fear that he’ll rip it away again and use it to make you do more of his bidding. But then he leaves the pen on the table between the two of you.
He raises his hands in surrender. “All yours.” You hesitate a second longer, your hand hovering above the pen and watching him. He just smiles and nods towards the pen, giving the go ahead. You snatch the pen from the table and stick it into your cardigan pocket. On the inside you’re completely giddy to have the pen again—After two weeks of agonizing over it, you finally have it back. “Not gonna say thank you?”
You glare at him, “Why would I thank you when you stole it from me in the first place and then blackmailed me with it,” He just does a dramatic shrug, his shoulders practically touching his ears.
“A little appreciation goes a long way,”
You scoff, “You’re unbelievable,”
“So I've heard,” you struggle to hold back a laugh.
The two of you let the silence grow between you and instead of it making you antsy you decided to embrace it. You let the chatter of other customers, the hustle of the waiters, and the atmosphere take over you and relax. You’re comfortable.
But just as you go to take another sip of your drink, a presence looms over the table. This doesn’t immediately unsettle you. You curiously glance up to find a tall man in a dark suit, his hair is slicked back, and his expression is neutral but unreadable. His eyes, however, tell you another story. He isn’t here to say hello. And that’s what unsettles you.
“Satoru Gojo,” the man greets smoothly, his voice like silk stretched too tight. “It’s good to see you again. Though I must say, you have a rather…interesting way of handling family matters.” His gaze shifts to you, and something about the way he studies your face makes your skin prickle. “And you must be the cause of tonight's excitement.”
You stiffen. “What?” you lamely reply.
Satoru doesn’t miss a beat, swirling his drink lazily. “If you’re here to congratulate me on my successful escape from that circus, save it. I’m well aware of how impressive I am.”
The man chuckles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You always were reckless. But this time, you’ve involved someone else.” He gestures vaguely to you, and like a cold bucket of water splashing over you, you realize what’s happening. This isn't just a warning for Satoru—this is a warning for you too.
“You’ve made quite the impression tonight,” the man continues, his tone polite but sharp. “An unexpected guest, hand in hand with the esteemed Gojo heir? You must understand, that sort of thing means something in our world. People will begin to ask questions. Important people. And they do not like unanswered questions.”
You swallow hard. Was he threatening you?
Satoru sets his glass down, his lips tightening ever so slightly. It’s subtle, but you catch it; a flicker of tension in his jaw, a quiet but firm message in his now cold expression.
“If they have questions they can ask me,” he replies, his voice lacking its usual teasing lilt. “But let's make one thing clear, we don’t owe any of them answers,”
The man smiles, slow and deliberate. “I’d be careful, Satoru. You may not think your little games have consequences, but some take these matters very seriously.” A quiet pause. Then he straightens his cuffs, nodding in mock politeness, before he turns to leave. “Enjoy your evening,” he adds over his shoulder as he departs.
The silence he leaves behind is heavy.
Neither of you say anything for a moment, but then Satoru exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before looking at you. “Well, that was fun” he sighed with no real mirth.
You grip the armrests of the chair, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. “Satoru. What the hell have you dragged me into?” He doesn’t answer, just looks back at the table. He’s laid back but you can tell he’s tense. His lack of answer only makes you angrier. Though, you don't want to say anything in this place, in fear of getting loud with him.
Your chair scrapes loudly against the polished vinyl as you get up to leave Satoru to deal with the check. You only wait a few seconds outside before he’s following you as you walk to his parked car. His long strides easily catch up to yours and he again opens the passenger door for you, his typical arrogance seems to have come back to him. You however, are anything but calm. Your hands begin to sweat slightly as you sit in the passenger seat, the reality of your situation sinking in.
Satoru starts up his vehicle and pulls off. You see your address pulled up on the large screen on the dash, then you turn to look out the window, crossing your arms. You want to say something, ask more questions, but you don’t even know where to start.
Satoru beats you to it. “You’re pretty quiet over there,” he glances at you from the corner of his glasses. “Not that I blame you. He was a bit much.”
“A bit much?” Your anger returning to you, “Who was that guy? And why did he basically tell me I’ve got a target on my back now?” He sighs dramatically, leaning back against the headrest, but his casual demeanor doesn’t fool you. There’s a tightness to his jaw, a subtle crack in his carefree mask he wears so well.
“He was one of Yumi’s brothers,” he says finally. “They’re… protective of their image. Don’t worry about him, though. He’s mostly all bark.”
You laugh bitterly, leaning forward in your seat to look directly at the side of his head. “Oh sure. ‘Mostly bark.’ That’s extremely comforting when I’m the one he just tried to intimidate!” You jab a finger toward him, “I don’t know what kind of weird rich-people games you’ve got going on, but I don't want any part of it.”
Satoru glances at you as he pulls onto your street, his smirk wavering. “Look, it’s not as bad as it seems. Yumi’s family is all talk—”
“Okay and what about your family?” you interrupt, “Because from what I saw, your mom wasn’t exactly thrilled with me being there. Whatever that meeting was for clearly mattered to her.”
He presses his lips into a thin line, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “It’s all just political bullshit,” he mutters. “Marrying me off secures alliances, strengthens the Gojo name, yadda yadda. I’m not interested, and I thought bringing you would make that clear.”
You stare at him, your anger boiling over. “So I was just bait? You used me to piss off your family?”
“No, you don’t understand—”
“Don’t even try to spin this!” You snap, your voice rising. “I’m the one who’s now caught in the crossfire of your stupid fucking games! That guy said people are asking questions about me now. Do you get what that means? I’m not part of your world! I don't have money or connections or anything to protect myself if these people come after me!”
Satoru slams on the brakes just a couple feet away from your apartment, the sudden stop jarring both of you. He turns to you, pulling his sunglasses off so you can see the sharp glint in his blue eyes. “No one is going to hurt you.” he says firmly, his tone colder than you’ve ever heard. You meet his gaze, but it doesn’t calm you. If anything, it only fuels your frustration.
“You don’t know that Satoru. You’ve already dragged me too far into this. And I don’t care what you say, I don't want any part of your mess.” You leave the car, slamming the door behind you and walk the rest of the way to your apartment. He drives ahead of you to park on the street, getting out of the car as well. You walk faster to try to hurry into your apartment, but his legs have no trouble catching up to you.
“I mean it, Satoru!” you huff over your shoulder, “Don’t call me, don’t text me, and don't show up at my door with another ridiculous favor. I want nothing to do with you or your family!” You finally reach the bottom of the stairs to your apartment. You turn to face him, waiting for his answer. You want to hear from his mouth that he will finally leave you alone.
He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, he smiles faintly. “Okay,” he says quietly, stepping back. ‘But just so you know…” He pauses. Shoving his hands into his pockets. “People already think we’re together. Even if you cut me off, they’ll keep watching you.”
You feel your stomach drop. “What does that mean?”
“It means they’re going to keep digging into your life,” he explains, his tone casual but laced with something heavier. “You’ll get questions, stares, maybe even a visit or two. All because they think you’re important to me.”
“Well, then tell them I’m not,” you snap.
“It’s not that simple,” he admits. “But I'll do what I can.”
Before you can respond, he turns to walk away, leaving you standing at the bottom of your stairs with your thoughts spinning and your heart pounding.
In the days leading to the following Monday, there had been silence.
Your roommate had gone home for the holidays. You mostly stayed inside your apartment the whole weekend. And Satoru Gojo had not said a single word to you since that night.
At this time, most of the college was empty, only a few stragglers floating about trying to get some work done before the new semester starts. You were in that same boat. Though you wouldn’t be if it weren’t for your shared project. And even in that regard Satoru had left you alone.
Were you surprised? No. Were you disappointed? Sure. Satoru had now left you to finish the project on your own, but how mad could you be when you’re the one that yelled at him to leave you alone? You had meant what you said that night, about wanting to be left out of his chaos. But your words rang in your head like a bell toll.
“I want nothing to do with you or your family!”
You sighed, adjusting your bag as you navigated the near-empty campus. The cold air nipped at your skin, even through your sweatshirt. Despite the weekend of self-imposed isolation, you still felt anxious since that night with Satoru. Every so often, you think back to that night, sort of regretting your reaction. But there isn’t much you could do about it now. You set the boundary. And who would you be to erase that line after drawing it?
The university coffee shop was one of the few places still open, and you made a beeline for it, desperate for a warm cup of caffeine to melt your frozen hands and ease the tightness in your shoulders. But as you step inside, a familiar, unwelcome voice sliced through the tranquil atmosphere.
“Oh my god, look who it is,” you hear someone whisper. Followed by more rushed whispering filled with barely concealed venom. You stiffened, but you continued your way to the counter. Refusing to give those people an ounce of your attention. The girls continued to giggle, their whispers sharp and pointed. Your grip on your bag tightened.
You make it to the counter and for a second there’s no one there to take your order, but before you can begin to look around, you feel a tap on your shoulder. A foreign feeling passes through you. You aren’t sure if it’s anger, fear, or dread, maybe a combination of all three.
“Hi,” you hear the voice ring aloud, sickly sweet and practiced. With a barely concealed groan, you turn to look at the person, “I don’t know if you know my name, but I’m Kaiya,” she begins, and unfortunately, you know exactly who she is. She’s the girl who thinks blatant harassment is a good form of persuasion. The one that tried to harass Satoru into bed with her, even while in a (very public) relationship. Tried to harass her ex into bed with her too. And harasses any person that even thinks of getting close to either of them in a romantic way, and you have now fallen into her criteria. “I just wanted to congratulate you,” she smiles at you. Your eyebrows furrow and you don’t immediately say anything. You look at the other girls and only one of them is standing behind Kaiya, while the rest sit and sip their lattes and watch you squirm with pleased grins on their faces.
You look back to Kaiya, “For what?” you reply coolly. Kaiya just giggles, like the conversation is exciting. Maybe, in a way, it is. But only for her and her entourage.
“You and Satoru of course. Everyone’s talking about you guys,” she leans in then, voice dropping conspiratorially, “But I just gotta ask, how did you do it? I mean, we all know Satoru’s a whore and will fuck basically anyone, but even he has standards. So I’m just surprised he went for someone like you to finally tie himself down with,” her glossed lips stretch into an almost cheshire-like grin, “Are you blackmailing him?” You almost laugh at the question, knowing the situation was the other way around up until Friday. You just roll your eyes.
“Why do you ask? Concerned for him?” Kaiya’s smile falters slightly, but quickly regains her composure.
“You could say that,” she twirls a finger through her raven curls, “But I doubt whatever tricks you pulled could keep his attention for long. And when that happens he’ll want to be with someone within his league, don’t you think?”
“Then I’d thank the stars if that did happen, then he’d finally leave me alone,” you meet her gaze, unflinching. “Though, if this is how you're gonna go about getting his attention then I can assure you, you’re fighting a losing battle,” She blinked, clearly expecting more of a reaction. Then, as if realizing she hadn't gotten under your skin, she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Just don’t get too comfortable. You’re playing in a league way out of your depth.”
You gave her a tight lipped smile. “Didn’t plan on it, but thanks for the advice anyway.”
Kaiya just tosses her hair over her shoulder and turns away, already bored. As she and her friends strutted toward the exit, you exhaled slowly, willing your shoulders to relax. You turn back around to the counter as the barista conveniently emerges from the back, completely oblivious to the storm that just passed through.
“Just a caramel latte please,’ you said, voice calm, “Double espresso, extra caramel, thanks.”
You go to sit and wait for your latte and find a seat deep within the cafe, away from the windows, mostly out of sight. You pull out your laptop with the plan to get a little bit of work done, which you now have to double your efforts after being abandoned. Again, who can you really blame though.
Your name is called and you hurry to the counter and gratefully take your latte after paying. The warmth of the plastic cup helps melt your hands, but that first sip does little to thaw the tension in your chest.
The interaction with Kaiya lingered, like a bad taste in your mouth, but you didn’t want to dwell on it in fear that you might manifest her like Voldemort or something. You’ve only seen that kind of mean girl clique cliche in movies, experiencing it in real life is a different kind of ball park. But it pisses you off no less. And that’s exactly why you need to stay away from Satoru. All of it was too much for you. The backhanded compliments, barely-veiled threats, venom filled whispers, and all because of what? Because you’re project partners with Satoru and they assume you’re together with no real evidence?
You sighed, tightening your grip on your cup, deciding to just go home instead. Your mind is too frazzled with the anxiety that those girls might come back, or someone else wanting to harass you for something that isn’t your fault or within your control.
The walk back to your apartment was uneventful, save for the sound of your own footsteps echoing against the pavement. The winter air bit at your skin, but you barely felt it, too preoccupied with the lingering weight of paranoia. You pulled your coat tighter around you as you reached your apartment complex. The open design meant no real privacy, just a set of stairs leading up to a row of doors, each unit exposed to the parking lot below. You glanced around instinctively before making your way up, your mind still replaying Kaiya’s words.
"You’re playing in a league way out of your depth."
You scoffed under your breath. If only she knew how badly you wanted out of this so-called league.
By the time you get there, you’ve finished your drink, and have already thrown it away long ago. The warmth from the drink successfully keeping you warm from the trek. As you make your way inside you begin to unwind in the heavy silence within your home. With your roommate gone for the holidays, you had the space to yourself—a double-edged sword, considering how much you’d been left alone with your thoughts. You kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag by the couch, and collapsed onto the cushions with a heavy sigh. You pull out your laptop again, opening it to the half finished document. You watch the cursor blink at you, contemplating if you feel like working right now.
You decide you don’t and place your laptop next to you to pull out your phone, scrolling absently through messages. A few from Rikki, checking in. A few memes from Aoi, and some group chat photos of their respective trips that you didn’t really care to look at right now.
Nothing from him.
You threw your phone onto the rickety coffee table, it wobbles from the sudden weight, you rub your tired eyes and stare at the ceiling.
You affirm to yourself that this is definitely better. You might have gotten momentarily used to the chaos Satoru brought, but that was before it became too much. And you might have regretted your words, but ultimately your point stands. The silence is better.
Your phone loudly dings, shattering that thought. You don’t hesitate to check the notification, not thinking much of it, until you see who it’s from.
Gojo: You home?
Your stomach twisted, an instinctual reaction. You stared at the message, not even clicking the notification yet. Why was he texting you now? He’d been silent all weekend and suddenly he wanted to chitchat? You tap the notification, opening itself to the message app. You hover your thumb over the keyboard, ready to type a response, but then you stop.
Technically, you didn’t owe Satoru a response. You had made yourself perfectly clear the last time you saw him. Stay away, leave you alone, don’t drag you into whatever mess his life entailed. And for the past couple of days, he had actually listened. So why break the silence now?
Your fingers moved before your brain could catch up.
You: Yeah. Why?
You hit send, regretting it almost immediately. But ignoring him felt like it would only encourage him to show up in person instead.
His reply came faster than you expected.
Gojo: Good
That was it? Just one word? You frowned, typing a response.
You: That’s all you have to say?
The typing bubble appeared. Then disappeared. Then reappeared.
Gojo: You should lock your door
What the fuck? What was this guy on about? You know damn well your door is locked. Why is he trying to be cryptic and mysterious?
You: It is?
Gojo: Oh, good
You clenched your jaw.
You: What the hell is this about?
Gojo: Nothing
Gojo: Just checking in on you
You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone onto the cushion next to you. Typical. Satoru never said anything without some level of dramatics. You weren’t going to let him get under your skin. Instead, you decide to get another drink and try to decide if you should watch some cartoons.
As you’re walking back to the couch you hear your phone ding with another message. You settle comfortably into the couch before debating if you should ignore it. But when you see Satoru’s name on the notification bar, curiosity won.
Gojo: Do you have class tmrw?
You: No, not until next semester starts
Gojo: Cool
Gojo: Lemme come over
You nearly choked on your drink.
You: Excuse me?
Gojo: Relax. Idk your unit number, remember? Unless you wanna tell me ;)
Your grip on your phone tightened.
You: Absolutely not
Gojo: Damn. Worth a shot
You roll your eyes.
You: Why would you wanna come over anyway?
It took a couple seconds for the typing bubble to appear. You watched it disappear, then reappear a few seconds later.
Gojo: To work on the project
You blinked. He…remembered? And actually wanted to do the project?
You: Don’t play with me
Gojo: I’m not!
Gojo: You thought I was just gonna let you do all the work?
You: Yes, actually
A beat passed before his next message.
Gojo: Wow.
Gojo: I’m offended.
You snorted despite yourself.
Gojo: Meet me at the campus library at noon tmrw? I promise to be on my best behavior :)
You weren’t sure why, but a small part of you believed him. Or maybe you just wanted to.
You: Fine.
You: Don’t be late
Gojo: I would never ;)
You stared at the screen for a moment longer before setting your phone down. A part of you is a little relieved he didn’t abandon you to grind on the project alone, but another part of you is worried that you still haven’t completely escaped Satoru’s orbit. You don’t want to be pulled into his chaos again.
Because you aren’t entirely sure that if you do, that you’ll be able to escape.
(･ω<)☆
I’m actually writing the next chapter as i’m posting this one for once. Look at me getting ahead 🤩
Imagine it’s one o’clock in the morning, almost two, and you’re doom scrolling in your dark living room so you don’t disturb your sleeping boyfriend. Katsuki had gone to bed long ago; he has a routine. He goes to bed at 8pm every night so he can wake up at 5 am, get his day started with a morning run and then cook breakfast for the two of you. It’s so sweet and domestic and you have no idea how he does it.
You’re notoriously a night owl. Going to bed early is just something you simply can’t do for whatever reason. Katsuki knows this so he doesn’t force you to go to bed at his time as long as you come to bed eventually. That’s usually around eleven or twelve.
Tonight, though, you seem to have lost track of time looking at recipes you want Katsuki to make, DIY’s you probably will never do but find cool, and lots and lots of edits. It’s when you think to yourself, just one more, for the third time that you see it. A dark, ominous figure staring at you from your hallway.
A violent gasp rips through your chest at the sight.
“Why are you still awake?” You hear Katsuki’s deep sleep muddled voice growl at you. You gulp, you’re in trouble.
“I was gonna go to bed I swear,” your voice trembles. In barely any time at all, Katsuki makes his way to you and scoops you up. You squeal at the sudden movement. “K-Katsuki!” He doesn’t respond and with his long strides, makes it to your shared bedroom.
With one hand he flings back the covers on your side of the bed, and plops you down like a sack of potatoes. You blink, shocked by how fast he’s moving considering he just woke up. While you’re still reeling from the speed of his actions, Katsuki snatches your phone from your hand, places it on the charger on your nightstand. Then, lays down on top of you, you groan at the sudden weight, and then slides off of you to get to his side of the bed, bringing you in by the waist.
He brings the covers over the two of you, tucks his head under your chin, and snuggles his arms around you. Instantly relaxing. “Goodnight,” he mumbles against your chest. You just laugh at his antics and begin scratching at his scalp.
warnings: cursing; funny; meet-ugly; no mentioned female or male anatomy; no spoilers; no curses; slow build; slow to update; college au
summary: your new boyfriend has a fiancé? But now you’re the fiancé. Of course you don’t know what the fuck to do.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8…+
Before departing the questionable safety of your apartment, you were nervous to venture out of it. It was the realization that you and Satoru spending so much time together that had given the wrong impression that caused the sudden anxiety. You weren’t being treated terribly, per say, but it was the whispers and snickers, maybe even a light shove at your shoulder that had you convinced the torment would only get worse once the break was over. It was like you were waiting for the bomb to drop.
You went through your entire school career since you were eight avoiding any sort of drama. Seeing the things your older sister went through was evidence enough. From being bullied to being cheated on, you saw the misery drama filled chaos brought upon her and others, and you made it your life’s mission to avoid it.
Your head was on a three-sixty swivel the entire walk to the bakery you were meant to meet your project partner at. Though, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. With the encounters you’ve had with Kaiya and her entourage you thought it’d be much worse. You thank the stars it wasn’t.
When you concluded last night that the amount of time you and Satoru have been spending together is a problem, you decided you want to broach the idea of keeping your interactions to a minimum. You really want that—honestly ridiculous—rumor to die off so the paranoia of getting pelted with tomatoes or something can also go away.
If he shows up.
It’s been twenty minutes since you’ve arrived and still no sign of him. You tried to order something to pass the time, but the prices here are out of this world. Makes sense as it was Satoru’s recommendation. Getting increasingly impatient, you’re about to shoot your project partner a text letting him know you won’t wait much longer. Then you notice the man is already walking towards you.
“Hey babe, I’ve got a surprise for you” he says with a saccharine tone that makes you cringe.
“I told you not to call me that,” You go to put your phone in your pocket while your other hand swipes a finger across the mousepad to wake your sleeping laptop.
“You said not to call you baby,” He plops himself and all of his crap onto the booth across from you, “Nothing about babe,”
“Well don’t call me that either,” You go to reach for your bag.
“M’kay sweetie~” he teases. You pause to glare at him.
“Gojo.” You warn, tone stern.
“Last name?” he places a hand against his chest in faux hurt, “It’s Satoru to you pumpkin,”
“ugh, stop.” You reach into your bag again to grab your notes and resume typing, “The nicknames are getting worse.” Satoru laughs.
“About that surprise, cupcake,”
“Please—“ you begin to plead, not looking away from your screen.
“I think you’ll really love it,” he interrupts.
“I don’t really care for any surprise,” from you, you wanted to tack on, but felt that might be too mean.
“But I know you’ll love it~” he sang.
“I don’t care~” you sang back, mocking him.
“C’mon love muffin,” he pouts.
“If I indulge this will you stop calling me stupid nicknames?”
“Yes,” You know he’s lying.
“What's the surprise?” You stop typing to cross your arms and level with him.
“Before I tell you that, I need you to come somewhere with me tonight,”
“Hell no,”
“You didn’t even let me finish,” he whines.
“I don't need to. No surprise you have up your sleeve is worth it,” it’s silent between the two of you and, for a moment, you think you might’ve hurt his feelings, then you see his fat ugly (not really) smirk begin to form on his face.
“You don’t like me,” he states; it wasn’t a question. Your brows furrow as you look away. You feel a little embarrassed that you don’t like him for seemingly no good reason to anyone but yourself, but you don’t deny this claim either, “which is perfect,” he adds after a beat. The furrow in your brows deepens when you look back at him.
“Huh?”
“I just need some harmless company for a thing I have to go to tonight.”
“And what does not liking you have to do with that?”
“That’s how I know you won’t try to sleep with me,” your expression goes blank as you blink at him. “If I ask anyone else they’ll assume that I am, and cling to me for the rest of the year. I already have enough desperate people trying to win my favor, I don’t need another one.” What? He’s so fucking popular that he knows any other rando he asks will immediately bend over backwards for him? As if anyone can fall for this egotistical prick. Your expression must have conveyed your disgust because suddenly the prick in question was laughing. “See? You’re perfect,” he says in between giggles.
“I’m glad you find this funny,” You continue to type on your laptop. “My answer is still no.”
“Pleeeeeease? I promise I'll make it worthwhile,” he attempts to give you puppy dog eyes over his sunglasses. You roll your eyes.
“What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you out of my own free will,”
He shrugs, “I’ll pay you,” And again, he has pissed you off. Because this spoiled brat seems to think he can do whatever he wants and buy whomever he wants just because he has the money to do so. You know he has money, but you don’t give a single fuck.
“I don’t care,” you almost groan, your patience running thin at his insistence and, frankly, ignorant behavior.
“I can make those girls leave you alone,” he tries. You keep your eyes on your laptop screen, your brows furrowing once again out of annoyance. As much as the thought of hanging out with this pampered highlighter outside of obligation gives you a headache, the thought of being able to walk through the halls peacefully again does make you want to consider it. And even though you were initially pissed off at his offer of money you know damn well you aren’t walking out of this without being heavily compensated. With those factors in mind, and the added bonus of a “ surprise “, you're growing more annoyed with yourself for actually contemplating this.
Though, how bad could it really be? As much as his confidence and ignorant comments piss you off, that’s really all it is. As painful as it is to admit, Satoru actually has this…charm about him. A vibe that could make anyone feel like they’re his friend. Even though you don’t think of yourself as such, you don’t think he’s terrible. Everyone is frothing at the mouth to sleep with him or at least to be within his inner circle so that must count for something. So, you reason, whatever he’s asking couldn’t be worse than what you’ve gone through with him already.
“What would I have to do,” he flashes you an excited smile before he schools his expression into that damn smirk.
“Just dress up fancy and be ready by 8,” You scoff and shake your head.
“I swear to god if this is another frat party trap-“
“It’s not I promise,” he extends a hand towards you, as to solidify this odd deal. You look at it, then at him, and you completely ignore it, going back to typing on your laptop.
“Thirty minutes. Three hundred dollars.” you state, without looking away from your screen.
“I thought you didn’t care,”
“Clearly you don’t need my company that bad—,”
“Okay, hour and a half, one hundred dollars,” he bargains. You glare at him, pissed that he genuinely thinks so much of your time is worth so little.
“I can still say no,”
He laughs, “An hour it is. Will two hundred be alright?” you roll your eyes, starting to type. He takes that as a form of agreement and starts taking out his laptop and notes. Finally beginning to get some work done.
It didn’t take you long to get ready. You only owned one fancy-ish thing and it was your prom outfit. You only wore it that one time and you brought it with you to college just in case. You had asked Gojo later on what thing he was asking your company for and he told you it was a small gathering at a hotel. Something his grandparents threw together. At first you were worried he was having you meet them or his parents, which you were terrible at, your nerves making you act awkward leading to parents thinking you were rude. He reassured you that you weren’t, but didn’t mention much else as to who was also attending or if you were going to meet other individuals.
You threw on the thickest cardigan you could find over your outfit in an attempt to appear fancy. You had other coats and plenty of sweatshirts but nothing that would fit the occasion. Then put on a scarf that sort of matched. It was crocheted so it kind of looked a little juvenile in comparison to what you were wearing, but it was all you had. You’re still kind of annoyed at yourself for agreeing to this. Especially with how vague Satoru was being when you were trying to ask him more questions about the impending night. You’d kill him and then yourself if this is anything nearly as uncomfortable as the frat party disaster.
Your phone dings, alerting you of a message. You take it out of the pocket of the cardigan to confirm it was Satoru letting you know he’s here. You brace yourself to feel the cold night air as you open your front door. You don’t immediately see any cars as you descend the stairs from your shabby little apartment. A gust of a strong wind cuts through you, your coat not thick enough to block it. A violent shiver and a wave of irritation washes over you at the same time. You’re about to freeze your ass off and this idiot texted while he’s around the corner, making you wait in the shivering cold.
You finally see his Lexus pull up after what felt like five minutes, though it was probably only forty-five seconds. When seeing Satoru emerge from the driver’s side of the car, your eyebrows raise for two reasons.
One, he was dressed in a really nice suit and a thick long windbreaker that you were envious of. He, unfortunately, looked really good. On a regular basis it’s easy to ignore how attractive he is, considering the moment he opens his mouth it kills any sort of attraction you might have had. But in this moment you had to actively tell your brain not to think about it. Which lowkey surprised you.
Two, that he stepped out of the driver’s side. You had assumed he was going to pick you up in the same impersonal way he had done when you first went to his (real) house. You didn’t know he knew how to drive. The thought that he has a chauffeur just because he doesn't feel like driving bothers you, but you know you’d do the same. It just seems so typical of him that it’s annoying .
“Well,” he sings, “Don’t you dress up nice,” He looks at you over his sunglasses.
“I’d say the same, but your ego is big enough for the both of us,” you cross your arms in an attempt to fight off the cold.
“So you’re saying you think I look good too,” he smirks. Your lips press into a thin line, deciding to hold your tongue. Then you step forward to try to get in the car. Tired of him and the cold. He stops you before you take a second step. “Nuh uh, I’m a gentleman tonight,”
“You pick and choose when to be a gentleman?”
“Yes,” he feigns remorse, placing a pale hand on his chest, “but that’s only because very few people deserve my kindness,” he opens the passenger door for you, “You’re one of the few people that do,” he smiles, definitely teasing you.
“I feel honored,” you reply dryly.
“You should,” you scoff before plopping down in the passenger seat and yanking the door from his grasp, slamming it closed. You see him laugh more than you hear it, as you watch him walk to the drivers side. You look out your window and angle your knees to the door before he gets in, trying to convey through body language that this arrangement is purely out of obligation. You aren’t receptive to his charms and refuse to let any of your actions be confused for friendship. You’re acquaintances at best.
The ride is surprisingly smooth. You had half a mind to peek over and see what he looked like driving but decided against it, in fear you would look interested. You were, but you didn’t want him to know that.
After, what you know was five minutes, you start to grow a little antsy. The silence stretches unbearably with no site to an end soon. You cough into your fist to hide your unease, still stubbornly refusing to look at Satoru. Then, from the corner of your eye you see his long fingers toggle with the buttons on his radio. He switches through a few stations before finally landing on something. You’ve never heard the song; it sounded like it was some sort of japanese pop song for kids.
At first you think, surely, the man who judged you for your choice of pen two weeks ago can not be into this upbeat funko pop tune. But when you chance a peek at him, not only is his finger tapping to the beat against the steering wheel, he’s also mouthing the words.
You’re more surprised at yourself for not being upset at his hypocritical nature. Instead, you find amusement in the thought of him working out at the gym while this is blasting through his headphones.
Once the song ends you see that the car was beginning to come close to a grandiose white building with incredible gold detailing. The building was skyscraper height and had a glow that lit up at least a five foot radius of its surroundings. The architecture had you believing it was something straight from heaven.
He pulled closer to the plaza of the hotel, decorated with an abundance of white roses, marble columns with string lights circling around them. A giant water fountain in the middle spraying water in intricate patterns. It was intimidatingly gorgeous. As was the black marble valet you seemed to be pulling into. You see Satoru park in front of a black podium and a man in a black and gold uniform fancier than your own attire. Your jaw is properly on the floor.
Satoru gets out of the driver seat and makes quick work of getting to your side to open the door for you. You blink away all forms of shock as he does. Once the door opens he extends an open hand for you to take. You do so reluctantly and remove your scarf to leave it in the car. Now having seen the place you feel too embarrassed to take the scruffy thing with you. You’d take your cardigan off too if it wasn’t so cold. He adjusts his sunglasses before he tosses the keys to the Valet man without a glance in his direction, who bows and thanks Satoru for coming, as he begins to guide you inside.
You, on the other hand, are completely lost. And beginning to regret agreeing to go with Satoru anywhere. You were right the first time: No surprise is worth this.
You didn’t think much of the invite when you first agreed to it, just assumed that maybe he needed company for a small gathering at some semi-fancy restaurant. You were wrong. A large part of you suspects the reason Satoru was being so vague was because he knew that if you knew where he was taking you, you would have said no in a heartbeat. You grab Satoru’s (hard) bicep roughly. The only sign he acknowledged the action was the slight head tilt in your direction.
“I thought you said you needed harmless company for something your grandparents threw together? This doesn’t look thrown together at all,” you whisper aggressively, “I asked you if it was something fancy and you dodged the question. Why didn’t you tell me?” He just smiles at you softly as he guides your hand to his forearm and places his atop yours to keep it there.
“You’d’ve said no,” he hums sweetly at you. You feel a vein in your forehead pulse.
The inside of the building was even more grand than the outside. The ceilings are high enough to dangle a diamond chandelier three times the size of your apartment. Illuminating the foyer in a soft golden light. You see people wearing thick fabricked coats, garish leather boots, smooth manicures, trimmed mustaches and fancy up-dos. You feel entirely puny in this luxurious place, walking among lavish people, on the arm of an opulent idiot. You frown at the situation you’ve found yourself in and hope that whatever the fuck Satoru just dragged you to is quick and you can hide in a corner somewhere.
Satoru drags you to a set of glass doors further down the large foyer, off to the side across the bathrooms. The doors are wide open and a doorman, in a cream and gold uniform, holds a list but doesn’t even check it as he happily moves to the side and thanks Satoru for coming. The action makes you wonder who in the world this guy carrying you around like a purse is. But before you could think further on that question, you’re being swarmed by people of all ages.
Well, you’re not being swarmed. The idiot is. And, actually, they all completely ignore you. You somehow get detached from Satoru’s arm. When that happens, a sea of people come between you, then suddenly you can’t see him anymore.
Instead of trying to push your way through you decide to wait by a nearby wall. You don’t want to stray too far from the only person you know here. On your way to the wall you’ve marked as good enough, someone, a young woman that seems close to your age, meets you halfway. She grabs hold of your arm like the two of you are familiar. You bristle against the contact.
“Hello,” she begins, curtly, “I see you came here with Satoru, why is that?” She cuts straight to the chase. You are unsettled by this. Her aura gives off mean girl vibes already. You want to ignore her but the grip she has on your arm is vice-like. You wouldn't be able to shake her off without drawing attention. You try to crane your neck over the large headdress the woman is wearing to try to find the man you came here with, but she expertly spins the two of you around so your back is towards Satoru’s direction. She starts to guide you to the bar and leans in close. To anyone looking on, the two of you look like good friends. “He can’t help you,” she giggles. You frown, “He’s busy fending off his suitors and their parents,” Your confusion is evident on your face. So he wasn’t just being cocky about having desperate suitors.
“Who are you?” she now asks. Before, she didn’t seem the least bit concerned about who you were, just more upset at the fact she saw you walking arm in arm with Satoru. You tell her your name, but this answer is apparently unsatisfactory. She just hums, and doesn't offer her name back. The two of you finally make it to the bar but she still has an almost painful grip on your arm. “Who are you to Satoru?”
Your first instinct is to tell her to mind her business, but then you remember that you’ve been invited here by Satoru. He knows way more people here than you so this girl might be someone important. Though, you’re most likely never going to see this girl again so who cares. But also, if she is important she can probably get you thrown out of here with the snap of your fingers. You don’t want to have to shiver in the cold waiting for Satoru to pry himself from his entourage to try to find you. However, if you keep taking too long to answer her she might have you escorted out anyway. You wouldn’t even know how to answer the question though.
Luckily, the stars decided to smile upon you and cease your anxious thoughts, cause you hear his voice come up behind you.
“What are doing Yumi?” He questions the woman as he physically pries her away from you. She lets go easily and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“I was just getting to know your friend,” she says innocently. Your face scrunches in mild disbelief at her sudden change in demeanor. Satoru catches it, slowly becoming accustomed to reading your facial expressions well.
“I doubt that,” he says before grabbing hold of your hand and walking away. The woman, Yumi, quickly catches up with the two of you though.
“Are you going to introduce us? I want to get to know your friend,” She spits out. Clearly not interested in actually getting to know you.
“No.” he grits through clenched teeth.
“C’mon Satoru~” she whines. It makes the both of you cringe. “You have to be nice to me now ‘Toru,” Satoru stills, turning on Yumi, your hand still clutched in his.
“Firstly, don’t ever call me that.” He bites. “Secondly, nothing is ever going to happen between us so leave me alone.” he spins back around to continue walking. He starts to pick up his pace in order to shake Yumi off, and if he wasn’t holding your hand he’d shake you off too. It was hard to match the stride of his long legs with your shorter ones. It’s when you almost fall a second time, barely catching yourself before face planting on this nice marble, that you say something.
“S-Satoru, my ankles are about to snap,” you huff. Suddenly he stops. He looks at you through his thick sunglasses —seriously, does he ever take them off?— and watches as you try to catch your breath.
“Sorry,” he sighs. Still holding your hand, he guides the two of you to an empty table, secluded next to the stage that’s in the front of the room. Curtains frame the stage, so once you get to the table, you’re perfectly hidden from everyone else.
“What the fuck?” You immediately ask as soon as you’re out of view.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs again, “I didn’t know she was going to be here,”
“What did you bring me here for? What even is here?”
“Satoru?” Both of your heads snap to the person speaking. You don’t know this woman, but you would bet your first born child that it’s someone related to the white haired idiot as she also has blindingly white hair that cascaded well past her waist.
“Mom-“
“Who is this?” The woman, his mom, asks. Not even sparring you a glance. Satoru opens his mouth to say something but his mom cuts him off before he gets the chance to, stepping closer to where the two of you are standing to jab a finger at his shoulder, “How dare you bring a date to the meeting your grandfather arranged for you,”
“I didn’t ask him to do that,” Satoru grits his teeth, getting pretty worked up from what you can tell.
“Still, this is extremely disrespectful.”
“No, what was disrespectful was putting this meeting together behind my back and springing it on me the day before. And on top of that you didn’t tell me she would be here.” he juts his chin out to gesture to the rest of the large room. You think he’s talking about the unsettling woman he saved you from.
“You need to take your guest out of here and apologize to your grandfather,”
He scoffs. “You’re not even fucking listening to me,”
“What do you want me to say Satoru? You made a mess of the whole night and he won’t even speak to anyone until you apologize,” Satoru places his sunglasses on his head to scowl at her.
“That’s not my problem,” he gets closer now, standing right over his, pretty tall, mother. She looks up at him with a twin scowl on her face.
“This is too much Satoru. What are you even doing all of this for? Hm? You’re not dating anyone so-“
“Yeah I am,” His mother raises her thin brow.
“Oh really? Who?” she scoffs out.
“Who else?” Then her brows furrowed together, confused. Satoru then intertwines his fingers into the hand he was still holding. You have half a mind to rip your hand out of his grip, just now realizing he was still holding it, and ask what the fuck he thinks he’s doing. This is not what you signed up for! You look from your hand to Satoru’s mother and you see the confusion melt from her face as she looks at your hands and she crosses her arms. Her thin brow raised again.
“I don’t believe it,” Satoru rolls his eyes at her.
“Either way, tell that woman, her parents, and grandfather that I'm not doing this shit. And if they still don’t get it, tell them to kiss my ass,” You and Satoru’s mother’s jaws drop simultaneously, maybe hers a second later because it took her brain a second to really register what her son had just said to her. Either way, you’re both equally dumbfounded. And it seems the reaction pleases Satoru. His infamous smirk returns as he brings your hand to his lips and places a chaste kiss to the back of it. He begins to stride away, your hands still interlocked.
Then you hear a banshee scream.
“Satoru! Wait!” The man in question doesn’t even look back and picks up his pace, your legs moving before your brain can catch up as Satoru pulls you along. You look back to see a fuming Yumi trying her best to catch you two in her tall heels. Satoru rushes through the door, the door man barely even bending at his waist to bid him goodbye. Your palm is sweating against his, and you’re hyper-aware of every set of eyes burning into your back.
“What the fuck.” you hiss under your breath, but Satoru doesn’t stop until you’re both back in the lobby, away from the thick air of scrutiny and rich propriety. Only then does he slow his pace, turning to you with that infuriated grin. Your confusion grows into anger at the sight of it.
“That went well, don’t you think?” You snatch your hand from his grasp and resist the urge to smack him upside the head.
“What the hell was that? You wanna explain why I got roped into pretending we’re dating?” Satoru rubs the back of his neck, but there’s no shame in his expression. If anything, he looks amused.
“Well, I needed an excuse to get out of a forced engagement setup,”
You gape at him “Engagement?” He shrugs like it’s nothing, adjusting his sunglasses.
“Yeah. My grandad’s been trying to marry me off to some rich family’s daughter for ages. Thought I’d make my thoughts on the matter more clear,”
“So dragging me into your family drama was the best idea you could come up with?” Satoru grins wider, leaning in slightly.
“If i'd told you the truth would you have gone along with it?”
“No!” you snap. “Absolutely not! And now I’ve probably got a bounty on my head because these weird rich people think I’m your fiance or something!” He pats your shoulder, like he’s congratulating you for completing a marathon.
“Relax. You’ll probably never see them again. And if you do, just tell them I broke your heart or something. Should be easy to believe.” You close your eyes, inhaling deeply in an effort to stop yourself from committing murder.
“I swear to god, one of these days—“
“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off playfully. “You’ll smother me with a pillow, push me down a flight of stairs, shank me in an alleyway. I’ve heard it all before.” He strides ahead of you, out to the valet. You glare at his back, but your anger slowly turns into exhaustion. You begin to follow him.
“So what now?” He checks his watch.
“Well, since we’re already dressed up and out, wanna grab a bite to eat?” You blink at him, incredulous.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.” he sing-songs, placing his sunglasses back on.
You hate that that makes you laugh.
With a resigned sigh, you wrap your cardigan tighter around yourself, trying to firm the cold. “Fine. But you’re paying. And I’m getting the most expensive thing on the menu.” Satoru beams, placing a hand over his heart.
“My dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You roll your eyes, already regretting your life choices, but as you watch his car pull up to the valet stand, there’s a tiny—very tiny—part of you that doesn’t mind the chaos as much as you should.
And you hate it.
(･ω<)☆
i’m always thinking, “why don’t i ever write series?” This. This is why. I run out of creativity to write anything for like three months then randomly get an idea. but then when i go to write the idea i suddenly dont know how to write anymore and have no idea where to start 😭
also i’m thinking of starting a taglist? should i?
bakugou katsuki doesn’t announce the newfound development in your relationship like a normal person.
one day, he’s in the kitchen within the first breath of daylight, preparing breakfast for two. you slide up next to him, burrowing your head between his arm and chest—and katsuki… he lets you, squeezes you. he kisses you on your temple, “g’morning, baby,” and by then a gasp rips across the silence of the room.
kaminari starts, “what—”
“oh,” ashido gasps, dawning with understanding. “wait—are you two…?”
katsuki bares his teeth at the stunned looks of your classmates, his glare speaking volumes: an unspoken claim.
on that same note, i can also fully imagine after some sort of hero training thing, you do a good job and you run up to him excited. you raise your hand for a high five and he does so, immediately followed by a slap on the ass. You fake pout, but then laugh at his stupid self satisfied smirk and hug him. He squeezes you so tightly back, head buried in your neck to breathe in your scent. The class watching like, “…wtf??”
grinding for gaza while trying to keep my sanity intact. i'm just here on tumblr writing post after post, asking, begging for donations, for help. i craft these words carefully hoping someone somewhere might care enough to hit that reblog button or send a few dollars. then i go hunting for the tagging list hoping someone with a bigger reach than me will help amplify my voice because seriously what else can i do? message after message, waiting for a reply, a reblog, anything. the silence is deafening. i wait for the donation notification to pop up like it’s some kind of life raft. maybe just maybe it’ll float my family out of this hell. but mostly i’m sitting here clicking, praying, hoping while my phone keeps buzzing with more bad news. sighs deeply. well back to the grind i guess. shuffle away quietly. maybe trip on a rock this time. who knows.
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