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julia . 9teen . female . toru’s wife . kuna’s beloved . tengen’s sweetheart .ᐟ

　⟢　jjk centric / gojo mainly ˘

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◜　 ♡ॱ 𓏽　EXITIN’ ft. suguru geto　₎₎

☆ content ノ after being the biggest fan of VANTA for three years, you finally got the chance to see them live—not only that, you got backstage tickets. that meant after years of admiring your crush suguru geto and speaking with him for the first time ever ⟢ 1.3k

c.w. minors interact with caution ◞ modern AU ◞ smut

♡⸝⸝ ok so this was supposed to be a gojo fic(i gave up) & i didn’t wanna waste the theme:c this is based on this req here ! art credit ﹕i’ve genuinely been looking everywhere and i haven’t seen anything (even with reverse search), if anyone knows who made this pls tell me ! this is also fem reader

you’ve been a fan of VANTA for three years. today was the first day you’ve finally gotten to see the band live, not only that? you’ve gotten backstage tickets.

the residual roar of the crowd still rang in your ears as the security guard checked your pass and allowed you through the heavy black curtain. backstage was way different than you expected—it was dimmer, hotter, thick with stage smoke and expensive cologne. your heart hammered against your ribs so hard you were half-convinced it was audible.

you weren’t paying attention and almost walked past him.

suguru geto leaned against a metal equipment case just outside the dressing room, his long black hair still slightly damp from the performance, the. sleeveless shirt he’d worn on stage clinging to the lines of his torso. he was scrolling through his phone with one hand, the other loosely holding a half empty bottle of water. your heart skipped a beat. up close he looked way taller..and bigger.

you froze in place, your fingers tightened around the laminated pass hanging from your neck. suguru looked up, sensing your gaze on him. his eyes landed on yours, a slow, almost lazy smile found his face. “you look a little lost,” he said, voice low and rough from all that singing he did. “first time?”

you nodded too quickly, heat rushing to your face. “y-yeah..i’ve been a big fan for three years. of VANTA, i mean..and you. tonight was my first show. it’s all so crazy i never thought this would happen—“

you began rambling. your voice came out smaller than you wanted, breathy and uneven. suguru’s smile widened, like he found your nervousness entertaining. “three years huh?” he repeated, pushing off the case. he took a step closer to you, eyes filling with curiosity as he watched you.

“that’s dedication. what’s your favorite song?”

“uhm…garden of ashes,” you whispered. suguru’s eyes widened. garden of ashes? that was the only song from the band he sang.

he hummed, clearly pleased. “interesting.”

without realizing, the space between you shrank until you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at him. your back brushed against the cool concrete wall, causing you to gasp. suguru didn’t stop however. he planed one hand on the wall beside your head. his gaze dropping to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes.

“you’re trembling,” he murmured. “is that adrenaline or..?”

you swallowed, not trusting yourself to speak. your pulse was a frantic drum against your throat. your celebrity crush of three years had you pressed against the wall, how on earth were you supposed to stay calm?

“y’know..i’ve seen tons of fans,” suguru said softly, snapping you from your thoughts. “most of them are confident..but you? there’s something about you. you can’t even keep eye contact sweetheart, you keep looking at my lips.”

your face burned. “i-i..i wasn’t.”

“liar.” he whispers. his free hand came up, two fingers lightly tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “do you like me?”

‘do you like me?’ his question played in your head on repeat, face getting flustered. you swallowed hard. his body was a warm, immovable presence in front of you. teasing didn’t even begin to cover the way he was watching you—like he had already decided how this would play out.

“well? answer me.” his thumb brushed the corner of your mouth.

a tiny, helpless sound escaped you. there’s no way you could speak. not with him touching you—being so close to you. you looked up at him, eyes wide. suguru grinned, loving the effect he had on you. “can’t answer me hm? that’s okay sweetheart, i know you do.”

he dipped his head until his lips hovered just above yours, close enough you swore he’d kiss you. “you wanted my autograph right?” his voice dropped into something low and wicked. “how about i give you my autograph in a different way, hm?”

₍^. .^₎⟆

“a-ah! suguru..!” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as suguru fucked you. how you ended up here was a complete blur—one moment you were at the concert, the next in his car, and now trapped in his arms, taking his cock.

your knees were folded nearly to your chest, ankles hooked over his broad shoulders while his heavy body pinned you into the mattress of whatever hotel suite he dragged you to. the position left you completely open, completely helpless.

every deep, rolling thrust punched the air from your lungs. his thick cock stretched your puffy walls wide, dragging against every sensitive inch as he buried himself to the hilt again and again.

“mm..look at you,” suguru groans above you, dark hair spilling around his face like a curtain. sweat beaded along his collarbones and slid down the hard planes of his chest. his eyes were half lidded, hungry and fixed on the way your mouth fell open, realizing the prettiest little sounds with every wet slap of skin. “you’re taking me so well. sweetheart.”

you could only moan in response. your hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders, nails biting into warm skin. the stretch burned in the best way—his cock was long and thick, the flared head kissing your cervix on every downward grind. your puffy walls fluttered and clung, slick and swollen from how thoroughly he’d already worked you open with his fingers and tongue.

“s-suguru..please,” you are ur voice cracked on a particularly deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyelids. your clit throbbed where it rubbed against the base of his cock every time he bottomed out.

suguru laughed, looking at you with dark eyes. “hm? are you close again? greedy girl.” one of his hands slid down to where you were joined, thumb circling your swollen clit in a deliberate strokes that matched his pace inside you. “c’mon then. let me feel those pretty walls milk me.”

the dual stimulation made you cry out. your second orgasm crashed over you. your back arching as much as the position allows you, a broken whimper spilling from your lips as you clenched and fluttered around his cock. slick coated his cock in creamy white, spilling around him.

suguru groaned, fucking you through your orgasm—grinding deep in a way that continuously dragged against your sweet spot. “you’re beautiful.”

you twitched, bordering the edge of overstimulation as he shifted, leaning down to capture your mouth in a messy open kiss. his tongue slid against yours while his cock kept fucking you. the slight angle change made you cry out, his mouth on yours muffling whatever found you made. “give me one more sweetheart.” he murmured against your lips.

you shook your head weakly, overwhelmed but your body betrayed you regardless. his thumb returned to your clit, rubbing in firm circles as he fucked you harder. the wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into your soaked, puffy walls filled the room. another orgasm crept up slower this time—a building, liquid heat that spread from your core outward until your toes curled and your thighs shook against his shoulders.

“w-wait..? sugu..ah!”

your eyes rolled back, a cry leaving you as your walls pulsed and squeezed around him. another orgasm crashing over you. your vision blurred, mind going hazy with pleasure. suguru’s eyes darkened, watching you. his thrusts few slower, grinding deep as he chased his orgasm.

you whimpered, eyes half lidded, body limp and pliant beneath him. suguru grunts, feeling his own orgasm approaching as his cock twitched inside you. “hey, how about this,” he whispered, snapping you from your daze. “i cum in you…all the way up there as an autograph, hm?”

“h-huh?” you mumbled, somewhat confused. suguru grins. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll show you.”

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[miunoa]

I really love your writing. could you please write a smut with Geto and the reader, where the reader is a shy fan? :>>>

i just posted it here lovely

[miunoa]

Hiiii really love your theme btw.

Heard from a moot of mine that u love whatsaheart....glad to meet another Whatsaheart fan

can we be mootiesヾ(≧▽≦*)o

OMG YES ! i love whatsaheart :) i’d love to be moots <3

[miunoa]

I sent u like 39384848 gojo fics and no response smh (imy(

ok

[miunoa]

i think(?) i’ve resolved my issue with tumblr..idk?? my blog has been flagged & im almost 50% sure its been fixed(according to tumblr). i’ll be back later when I’m home😙😙😙

[miunoa]

WAIT I FORGOT TO GO ON ANON THAT WAFNT ME

[miunoa]

WHATS THIS LOL

[miunoa]

imagine getting an ask abt some "tung tung has chosen you" bs💔💔💔💔😿😿😿😿😿

oh gee i wonder who’d send those..

[miunoa]

tung tung has chosen you.

how tung tung and i be moving

[miunoa]

HIII NEW MOOT

HII LOVELY

[miunoa]

so update on the guy..i’ve genuinely never been so confused in my life.? he’s a grown ass man with the thinking of a 13 year old ??) he asked why i’m not interested in a relationship, i told him “i just don’t wanna date & i find it boring sometimes” so he says “not everyone is like that”, to which i responded with: “i don’t mean people, i meant the aspect of a relationship is boring” AND SOMEWAY SOMEHOWWW he comes to the conclusion im calling him boring & got rude ??? 😭😭😭😭 so i tell him he’s misunderstanding me now he’s like “ok..i understand. i’ll leave u alone” man OKKK LOL?

[miunoa]

複数文字 ⏤ Ⳋᰍ ‘ jjk men on girlfriend’s day ׂ

— ꒰ fluff . jjk . different scenarios 𓊆ྀི ❤︎︎ 𓊇ྀི 2k+ words

💌 : do u get the reference for toji @kamislop 👀👀.. ALSO i wanna create a taglist now..lmk if u wanna be tagged ? i love that fanart soo much (forever milking it xx). majority of these suck i was only excited to do gojo, geto & toji:c

gojo ❤︎ satoru :

you were still half asleep when you felt the bed dip from someone’s weight. you opened your eyes, a frown already on your face as you looked up at your boyfriend, confused.

satoru sat at the edge of the mattress, grinning widely like a complete child.

what the hell..?

he looked at you with that silly sparkle in his eyes—the same one he had whenever he was excited for something. which he very much was. the question was..why?

truthfully, satoru had been up since six. countless alarms(that you had slept through somehow), reminders on his calendar..everything for this specific day. “morning baby,” he grins.

you blinked at him, still not fully awake. “toru..? why are you awake?

“huh? well why wouldn’t i be..?” he asked innocently. “i’ve been up since six.”

you made a confused sound. satoru gojo? your boyfriend? the same man who’d rather die than wake up early? you squinted at him suspiciously, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “is it my birthday or something?”

you asked, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from your eyes—forcing yourself to wake up. the first thing you noticed was the smell of food. “did you cook?”

“nope. i ordered,” he tells you. “butttt…it’s your favorite,” he grins. “come follow me.”

he held out his hand for you to take. you looked at him weirdly before staring at his hand. this was the weirdest way you’ve ever woken up—with the sole exception of the time he accidentally kicked you off the bed.

“are you gonna kill me?”

your boyfriend paused, eyes widening in confusion. “huh? what?? no dummy. c’mon.” you frowned before finally taking his hand, allowing him to lead you toward the dining area. that’s when you saw it.

the table was set beautifully. two plates of food and fresh fruit—the exact breakfast you’ve been obsessing over. but what really caught your attention were the gift boxes—several of them. all of them were carefully wrapped in expensive wrappers. you froze, eyes widening in surprise as you tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

seriously—you had just woken up. what else were you supposed to do?? you looked up at him, genuinely confused. “did you get paid today..?”

“(name), i might actually smack you. it’s girlfriend’s day. this is your gift.”

“oh…oh.” your eyes finally filled with realization of what today was and what he’d done for you. your face flushed, a grin finding its way to your face. “toru..i love you! you shouldn’t have.”

“yeah yeah, but i’m rich so i can,” he said quickly, stepping closer to place a kiss on your lips. “happy girlfriend’s day baby.”

“aww..thank you.”

“of course—now eat first. then open the gifts.” he tugged you gently toward the table. “trust me, you’re gonna love all of these.”

“really? is there a life sized pillow of henry cavill in one of them?” you asked innocently while sitting down. your boyfriend looked at you for a moment—as if debating whether to honor his morals and the day or just kill you. “(name), eat.”

₍^. .^₎⟆

after eating, you finally got to open your gifts. you sat down on the couch and opened the first box. your eyes widened. inside was a limited-edition cartier watch. honestly, you weren’t even surprised—your boyfriend, the same person currently sitting next to you with a wide grin on his face, was already wearing a matching one.

still, your heart fluttered at how thoughtful it was. satoru was truly an angel.

the other boxes held more expensive things he’d clearly caught you looking at online—new makeup, cashmere, new heels and a beautiful bracelet. however, the last gift box had your boyfriend acting all weird. the second you opened it, a gasp left you. “satoru gojo..there’s no fucking way. oh my god?”

“yes way, baby.” he grinned. inside the box was none other than the newest tomodachi life: living the dream video game alongside a nintendo switch.

you squealed excitedly, dropping the box to hug him. “satoru!! i love you so much, you’re actually the best.” he smiles at your praise, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his lap. “i love you more baby. anything for you to be happy.”

“i love all of these so much toru,” you told him, a smile finding your face. “i might just give you my babies for this.”

satoru laughed at your words, staring at you with eyes full of pure adoration. “you’re so weird?? i’m so lucky to have you.”

geto ❤︎ suguru :

you were in the middle of the first store when suguru decided he was done watching you hesitate. it was girlfriend’s day, and he’d already told you, “buy whatever. my card’s unlimited.”

yet here you were, still second guessing everything.

he had one hand resting lightly on the small of your back, the other holding a dress you’d been staring at for what felt like forever. “try it on.”

you blinked, turning to look at him. “sugu…that’s not necessary.”

“yes it is. c’mon, princess. listen to me, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes but took the dress from his hands anyway. you disappeared into the fitting room and the second you stepped out wearing it, his breath hitched. he stared at you with wide eyes.

“you’re beautiful. i’m getting that for you.”

you blushed, feeling a little shy. “sugu, you don’t have to…”

you trailed off at the look on his face. trying to argue with him would be pointless, so you just listened and went back to change. and that was exactly how the entire day went.

every time you so much as paused in front of something, he noticed. a pair of jeans? he was already asking for your size before you could protest. new heels? he got them. it didn’t matter if the things seemed irrelevant or not—the fact that you showed interest was enough for him.

“you’re actually crazy,” you said as the two of you entered another store. “yeah?” he smiled. “if that’s what you wanna call it, princess, sure.”

you looked at him. his hands were already filled with bags and you actually felt guilty. “suguru, you’re literally carrying everything. i can help..”

“so? i can carry more.” he grinned like he was proud of himself. “your only job is to find stuff for me to buy—not carry these.”

you sighed but listened to him regardless. by the time you both finally finished shopping, his hands were so full of bags that you had to (unfortunately for him) help carry some.

“you didn’t have to do this, “(name). i can carry it.”

“no. if you took any more, you’d probably collapse.”

“ehhh…whatever.” he smiled at you as the two of you headed toward the car. “did you enjoy today?”

“yeah. thank you, sugu…i love you.”

“i love you more, princess.”

nanami ❤︎︎ kento :

nanami sat across from you at some elegant restaurant he’d booked a reservation for. he looked completely at ease here while you, on the other hand, freaked out a little, wondering if you looked weird or anything.

“you look beautiful, sweetheart,” he told you, snapping you out of your panicked thoughts.

you blushed, smiling at him. “thank you, ken. you look really good tonight.”

“of course. tonight’s my treat, okay? order anything you want.”

“okay…”

₍^. .^₎⟆

dinner moved slowly. nanami ordered something small for himself since he wasn’t really hungry, but he made sure you got exactly what you wanted—not something you chose just to suit him. as you ate, he watched you.

“is it good?”

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him. “y’know, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“but I wanted to.” he set his glass of wine down carefully. “you’ve worked hard. you take care of so many things without asking while i work. today’s all about you. i want to take care of you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your chest feel warm. nanami had always been a gentleman, but whenever he said anything to you it always made you feel so loved. you both spoke for a while (mostly you talking). finally, after eating, his hand reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and placed a small elegant box on the table between you. dark velvet and expensive looking.

“for you.”

your eyes widened a little. “ken…”

“open it,” he said gently with a smile. “please, sweetheart.” you opened the lid carefully, a soft gasp leaving you. inside was a necklace—a beautiful silver necklace with a small diamond pendant that caught the light instantly. you stared at it for a second, a smile breaking free on your face.

“this is beautiful, ken. thank you.”

“i saw you looking at something similar a while ago. it may not be the same one, but i hope you like it.”

“are you kidding? i love this.” he grinned. “good. i’m glad. may i?”

you nodded, turning slightly in your chair. nanami stood just enough to lean over, brushing your hair aside with one hand as he fastened the clasp with the other. he sat back down, watching you, his eyes filled with adoration. “you look amazing.”

you blushed, one hand coming up to touch the pendant. “it’s beautiful. thank you again.”

“you’re welcome, my love. happy girlfriends day.”

you smiled. “you’re gonna make me cry, ken. how’d i get so lucky with you?”

“i’m the one who’s lucky to have you, sweetheart. now…time for dessert?”

“yes. i’d love that.”

sukuna ❤︎︎ ryomen :

it was already past seven when your beloved boyfriend finally decided to show up, kicking his shoes off like nothing in the world was wrong. you sat on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him. “babe, i’m home….” he trailed off, the second he saw your face he slowed down with a frown.

“the fuck? what’s wrong now?”

“really??? you don’t know?”

sukuna blinked, completely lost. “uhm, no? i just got home.”

you stood up, already heated. “are you saying you seriously forgot the one day you should’ve remembered? the same one literally marked on the calendar?”

he stared at you like you’d start speaking another language. “what the hell are you on about babe?”

“girlfriends day.”

sukuna paused for a moment, confusion flickering on his face, then realization and finally, the slow dread of a man who knew he was about to get his ass handed to him.

“ah…”

“ah?” your voice went up an octave. “that’s all you have? ‘ah’?”

“i forgot, okay?” he snapped, already getting defensive. he loved you—truly. but whenever you got upset or angry at him..it always ended heated.

was that toxic? probs but, who cares? he loves you and you love him.

“it’s a fake day, who even celebrates that?”

“fake? what? i celebrate it!” you shot back angrily. “and you knew i was looking forward to it, i told you last week. and you said ‘yeah yeah whatever’ like a dick.”

sukuna threw his hands up. “i say that about everything! how was i supposed to know this mattered?”

“because it’s me?!”

“oh my god, you’re impossible.”

you raised a brow, frowning at his words. “i’m impossible? you literally don’t give a shit about me.”

“what—? i do care about you—not some random internet holiday,”

“but i cared.”

sukuna stops, staring at you for a moment. oh shit.

“babe,” he says, lowering his voice as he steps closer. “you’re actually upset?”

“well no shit ryo,”

sukuna dragged a hand down his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse. he sighs, all the fight leaving him as he comes closer. “fuck, okay i’m sorry. i messed up.”

you gave no response, letting him continue talking. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely uncomfortable. “alright look, it’s already too late to get you something so how about this..i’ll let you do that thing.”

“what thing?”

sukuna hesitated for half a second. “y’know..a few days ago when you spoke about makeup..on my face..” he mumbled, voice so low—it’s a surprise you actually heard him.

your eyes widened, a smile threatening to break free. “are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” he grumbled. “considering the fact i forgot something important to you, i’ll let you do it.” you stared at him, a grin spreading across your face. “oh man, i’m gonna make you so pretty.”

“don’t push it.”

₍^. .^₎⟆

“what the fuck?” sukuna says in disbelief as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. “you’re welcome.”

“i look like a damn idol.” sukuna grumbles, a frown finding his face. “a hot one,” you corrected, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “consider me happy now, thanks.”

sukuna looked away from his reflection, eyes meeting yours. “you’re so lucky i love you.” he muttered. “happy girlfriend’s day regardless,”

“thanks ryo,” you smiled. “so, time to dress up?”

“fuck no.”

toji ❤︎︎ fushiguro :

you were pissed—no, you were fuming as toji walked back into the apartment carrying to big bags and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.

why?

your beloved boyfriend broke your phone. you pointed to the shattered remains of your phone sitting on the counter. “you can’t break my phone and then just leave.”

toji dropped the bags on the floor with a heavy thud and shot you a flat look. “it wouldn’t shut up, i warned you.”

“it’s a freaking song!”

“the same damn song on loop for three fucking hours.” he dragged a hand down his face. “i warned you twice.”

“there’s nothing wrong with the song.”

“yeah? who wants to listen to ‘he wanna lick my whatever the fuck, my ratayata?’ not once by the way—multiple times.”

“so you slammed my phone against the wall??!”

you glared at him, genuinely considering throwing the vase in his face. “i hate you.”

“yeah yeah,” he muttered, crouching down and began pulling things out of the bags. “happy girlfriend’s day or whatever.” you crossed your arms. “you think whatever shit you got me will fix this?”

“yeah.” he says, pulling out a brand new phone—the same model you’ve been eyeing for months. “there. a new phone.”

you blinked, temporarily thrown off. not only did he get a brand new phone, he got a bunch of stuff he figured you’d want—makeup, new books, etc.

“…how much was all that?”

“uhm…two months rent.” he says, as if it’s the most normal sentence in the world. “and before you start bitching about the money, i had it.”

“two months rent?!” your eyes widened. has this guy lost it? “yeah. you wouldn’t stop crying about the phone. figured it’d be a good time to buy a new phone—judging the day and all. happy now?”

you stared at everything he got, trying to stay angry but that was impossible. a smile finally found its way to your face. “oh i’m so happy. thanks ‘ji.”

“yeah,” he points towards the new phone. “set it up. but i swear, if you play that song again, you’ll lose that phone.”

you rolled your eyes, who cares about his funky ass opinion? “sure babe..” you grinned as he dropped onto the other end of the couch, looking kike a grumpy cat. “you’re still a jerk.”

“sure i am. come here, i’m tired.” he says pulling you closer until you were half leaning against his side, his arm settling around your shoulders. “love you.”

“love you too ‘ji..”

choso ❤︎︎ kamo :

choso arrived home to see you on the couch. he sat beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. “bad day?” he asked softly.

you nodded. choso hummed, reaching out, brushing his fingers gently through your hair. “come here,”

he placed you on his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to the space between your browns. he continues prepping kisses all over your face before finally kissing your lips gently. his lips moving against yours, careful to not make you feel force.

“we can stay like this, okay?” he murmured. “i’ll hold you.”

you smiled, resting your head against his neck. “okay..”

every few minutes, he’d lean down to press a kiss on wherever he could reach. “wanna talk about it?” he asks, you shook your head in response. choso smiled at your reaction. “okay, that’s fine. i’ll just stay here until you feel better.”

after a while, he finally spoke up again. “happy girlfriends day my princess,” his voice low and warm. “i’m new to this so..i know my words aren’t enough but, i want you to feel loved—and i intend on doing that.”

you lifted your head, a small smile finding it’s way to your face. “it’s enough…this is enough. thank you for being here.”

choso smiled, placing a quick peck against your lips. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too cho..”

toruii © all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or repost my work. reblogs appreciated

[miunoa]

new mootie hiiiii!

HI CUTIE !

[miunoa]

i think i’m the problem here. like, there’s this guy i’ve found attractive for a month now and had a minor crush on..BUTT we’ve only spoken twice(our eye contact tho👀). anywho, tonight i went out with some friends and he was there & he asked for number(everyone cheers) but when i got home, all of sudden he’s asking if i wanna date and all..so. i said no. UGHH IT JUST SEEMED TOO EASY😭😭😭😭. romcoms messed with my view on romance i think..? idk man he just seemed too easy

[miunoa]

複数文字 ⏤ Ⳋᰍ ‘ jjk men on girlfriend’s day ׂ

— ꒰ fluff . jjk . different scenarios 𓊆ྀི ❤︎︎ 𓊇ྀི 2k+ words

💌 : do u get the reference for toji @kamislop 👀👀.. ALSO i wanna create a taglist now..lmk if u wanna be tagged ? i love that fanart soo much (forever milking it xx). majority of these suck i was only excited to do gojo, geto & toji:c

gojo ❤︎ satoru :

you were still half asleep when you felt the bed dip from someone’s weight. you opened your eyes, a frown already on your face as you looked up at your boyfriend, confused.

satoru sat at the edge of the mattress, grinning widely like a complete child.

what the hell..?

he looked at you with that silly sparkle in his eyes—the same one he had whenever he was excited for something. which he very much was. the question was..why?

truthfully, satoru had been up since six. countless alarms(that you had slept through somehow), reminders on his calendar..everything for this specific day. “morning baby,” he grins.

you blinked at him, still not fully awake. “toru..? why are you awake?

“huh? well why wouldn’t i be..?” he asked innocently. “i’ve been up since six.”

you made a confused sound. satoru gojo? your boyfriend? the same man who’d rather die than wake up early? you squinted at him suspiciously, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “is it my birthday or something?”

you asked, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from your eyes—forcing yourself to wake up. the first thing you noticed was the smell of food. “did you cook?”

“nope. i ordered,” he tells you. “butttt…it’s your favorite,” he grins. “come follow me.”

he held out his hand for you to take. you looked at him weirdly before staring at his hand. this was the weirdest way you’ve ever woken up—with the sole exception of the time he accidentally kicked you off the bed.

“are you gonna kill me?”

your boyfriend paused, eyes widening in confusion. “huh? what?? no dummy. c’mon.” you frowned before finally taking his hand, allowing him to lead you toward the dining area. that’s when you saw it.

the table was set beautifully. two plates of food and fresh fruit—the exact breakfast you’ve been obsessing over. but what really caught your attention were the gift boxes—several of them. all of them were carefully wrapped in expensive wrappers. you froze, eyes widening in surprise as you tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

seriously—you had just woken up. what else were you supposed to do?? you looked up at him, genuinely confused. “did you get paid today..?”

“(name), i might actually smack you. it’s girlfriend’s day. this is your gift.”

“oh…oh.” your eyes finally filled with realization of what today was and what he’d done for you. your face flushed, a grin finding its way to your face. “toru..i love you! you shouldn’t have.”

“yeah yeah, but i’m rich so i can,” he said quickly, stepping closer to place a kiss on your lips. “happy girlfriend’s day baby.”

“aww..thank you.”

“of course—now eat first. then open the gifts.” he tugged you gently toward the table. “trust me, you’re gonna love all of these.”

“really? is there a life sized pillow of henry cavill in one of them?” you asked innocently while sitting down. your boyfriend looked at you for a moment—as if debating whether to honor his morals and the day or just kill you. “(name), eat.”

₍^. .^₎⟆

after eating, you finally got to open your gifts. you sat down on the couch and opened the first box. your eyes widened. inside was a limited-edition cartier watch. honestly, you weren’t even surprised—your boyfriend, the same person currently sitting next to you with a wide grin on his face, was already wearing a matching one.

still, your heart fluttered at how thoughtful it was. satoru was truly an angel.

the other boxes held more expensive things he’d clearly caught you looking at online—new makeup, cashmere, new heels and a beautiful bracelet. however, the last gift box had your boyfriend acting all weird. the second you opened it, a gasp left you. “satoru gojo..there’s no fucking way. oh my god?”

“yes way, baby.” he grinned. inside the box was none other than the newest tomodachi life: living the dream video game alongside a nintendo switch.

you squealed excitedly, dropping the box to hug him. “satoru!! i love you so much, you’re actually the best.” he smiles at your praise, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his lap. “i love you more baby. anything for you to be happy.”

“i love all of these so much toru,” you told him, a smile finding your face. “i might just give you my babies for this.”

satoru laughed at your words, staring at you with eyes full of pure adoration. “you’re so weird?? i’m so lucky to have you.”

geto ❤︎ suguru :

you were in the middle of the first store when suguru decided he was done watching you hesitate. it was girlfriend’s day, and he’d already told you, “buy whatever. my card’s unlimited.”

yet here you were, still second guessing everything.

he had one hand resting lightly on the small of your back, the other holding a dress you’d been staring at for what felt like forever. “try it on.”

you blinked, turning to look at him. “sugu…that’s not necessary.”

“yes it is. c’mon, princess. listen to me, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes but took the dress from his hands anyway. you disappeared into the fitting room and the second you stepped out wearing it, his breath hitched. he stared at you with wide eyes.

“you’re beautiful. i’m getting that for you.”

you blushed, feeling a little shy. “sugu, you don’t have to…”

you trailed off at the look on his face. trying to argue with him would be pointless, so you just listened and went back to change. and that was exactly how the entire day went.

every time you so much as paused in front of something, he noticed. a pair of jeans? he was already asking for your size before you could protest. new heels? he got them. it didn’t matter if the things seemed irrelevant or not—the fact that you showed interest was enough for him.

“you’re actually crazy,” you said as the two of you entered another store. “yeah?” he smiled. “if that’s what you wanna call it, princess, sure.”

you looked at him. his hands were already filled with bags and you actually felt guilty. “suguru, you’re literally carrying everything. i can help..”

“so? i can carry more.” he grinned like he was proud of himself. “your only job is to find stuff for me to buy—not carry these.”

you sighed but listened to him regardless. by the time you both finally finished shopping, his hands were so full of bags that you had to (unfortunately for him) help carry some.

“you didn’t have to do this, “(name). i can carry it.”

“no. if you took any more, you’d probably collapse.”

“ehhh…whatever.” he smiled at you as the two of you headed toward the car. “did you enjoy today?”

“yeah. thank you, sugu…i love you.”

“i love you more, princess.”

nanami ❤︎︎ kento :

nanami sat across from you at some elegant restaurant he’d booked a reservation for. he looked completely at ease here while you, on the other hand, freaked out a little, wondering if you looked weird or anything.

“you look beautiful, sweetheart,” he told you, snapping you out of your panicked thoughts.

you blushed, smiling at him. “thank you, ken. you look really good tonight.”

“of course. tonight’s my treat, okay? order anything you want.”

“okay…”

₍^. .^₎⟆

dinner moved slowly. nanami ordered something small for himself since he wasn’t really hungry, but he made sure you got exactly what you wanted—not something you chose just to suit him. as you ate, he watched you.

“is it good?”

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him. “y’know, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“but I wanted to.” he set his glass of wine down carefully. “you’ve worked hard. you take care of so many things without asking while i work. today’s all about you. i want to take care of you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your chest feel warm. nanami had always been a gentleman, but whenever he said anything to you it always made you feel so loved. you both spoke for a while (mostly you talking). finally, after eating, his hand reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and placed a small elegant box on the table between you. dark velvet and expensive looking.

“for you.”

your eyes widened a little. “ken…”

“open it,” he said gently with a smile. “please, sweetheart.” you opened the lid carefully, a soft gasp leaving you. inside was a necklace—a beautiful silver necklace with a small diamond pendant that caught the light instantly. you stared at it for a second, a smile breaking free on your face.

“this is beautiful, ken. thank you.”

“i saw you looking at something similar a while ago. it may not be the same one, but i hope you like it.”

“are you kidding? i love this.” he grinned. “good. i’m glad. may i?”

you nodded, turning slightly in your chair. nanami stood just enough to lean over, brushing your hair aside with one hand as he fastened the clasp with the other. he sat back down, watching you, his eyes filled with adoration. “you look amazing.”

you blushed, one hand coming up to touch the pendant. “it’s beautiful. thank you again.”

“you’re welcome, my love. happy girlfriends day.”

you smiled. “you’re gonna make me cry, ken. how’d i get so lucky with you?”

“i’m the one who’s lucky to have you, sweetheart. now…time for dessert?”

“yes. i’d love that.”

sukuna ❤︎︎ ryomen :

it was already past seven when your beloved boyfriend finally decided to show up, kicking his shoes off like nothing in the world was wrong. you sat on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him. “babe, i’m home….” he trailed off, the second he saw your face he slowed down with a frown.

“the fuck? what’s wrong now?”

“really??? you don’t know?”

sukuna blinked, completely lost. “uhm, no? i just got home.”

you stood up, already heated. “are you saying you seriously forgot the one day you should’ve remembered? the same one literally marked on the calendar?”

he stared at you like you’d start speaking another language. “what the hell are you on about babe?”

“girlfriends day.”

sukuna paused for a moment, confusion flickering on his face, then realization and finally, the slow dread of a man who knew he was about to get his ass handed to him.

“ah…”

“ah?” your voice went up an octave. “that’s all you have? ‘ah’?”

“i forgot, okay?” he snapped, already getting defensive. he loved you—truly. but whenever you got upset or angry at him..it always ended heated.

was that toxic? probs but, who cares? he loves you and you love him.

“it’s a fake day, who even celebrates that?”

“fake? what? i celebrate it!” you shot back angrily. “and you knew i was looking forward to it, i told you last week. and you said ‘yeah yeah whatever’ like a dick.”

sukuna threw his hands up. “i say that about everything! how was i supposed to know this mattered?”

“because it’s me?!”

“oh my god, you’re impossible.”

you raised a brow, frowning at his words. “i’m impossible? you literally don’t give a shit about me.”

“what—? i do care about you—not some random internet holiday,”

“but i cared.”

sukuna stops, staring at you for a moment. oh shit.

“babe,” he says, lowering his voice as he steps closer. “you’re actually upset?”

“well no shit ryo,”

sukuna dragged a hand down his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse. he sighs, all the fight leaving him as he comes closer. “fuck, okay i’m sorry. i messed up.”

you gave no response, letting him continue talking. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely uncomfortable. “alright look, it’s already too late to get you something so how about this..i’ll let you do that thing.”

“what thing?”

sukuna hesitated for half a second. “y’know..a few days ago when you spoke about makeup..on my face..” he mumbled, voice so low—it’s a surprise you actually heard him.

your eyes widened, a smile threatening to break free. “are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” he grumbled. “considering the fact i forgot something important to you, i’ll let you do it.” you stared at him, a grin spreading across your face. “oh man, i’m gonna make you so pretty.”

“don’t push it.”

₍^. .^₎⟆

“what the fuck?” sukuna says in disbelief as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. “you’re welcome.”

“i look like a damn idol.” sukuna grumbles, a frown finding his face. “a hot one,” you corrected, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “consider me happy now, thanks.”

sukuna looked away from his reflection, eyes meeting yours. “you’re so lucky i love you.” he muttered. “happy girlfriend’s day regardless,”

“thanks ryo,” you smiled. “so, time to dress up?”

“fuck no.”

toji ❤︎︎ fushiguro :

you were pissed—no, you were fuming as toji walked back into the apartment carrying to big bags and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.

why?

your beloved boyfriend broke your phone. you pointed to the shattered remains of your phone sitting on the counter. “you can’t break my phone and then just leave.”

toji dropped the bags on the floor with a heavy thud and shot you a flat look. “it wouldn’t shut up, i warned you.”

“it’s a freaking song!”

“the same damn song on loop for three fucking hours.” he dragged a hand down his face. “i warned you twice.”

“there’s nothing wrong with the song.”

“yeah? who wants to listen to ‘he wanna lick my whatever the fuck, my ratayata?’ not once by the way—multiple times.”

“so you slammed my phone against the wall??!”

you glared at him, genuinely considering throwing the vase in his face. “i hate you.”

“yeah yeah,” he muttered, crouching down and began pulling things out of the bags. “happy girlfriend’s day or whatever.” you crossed your arms. “you think whatever shit you got me will fix this?”

“yeah.” he says, pulling out a brand new phone—the same model you’ve been eyeing for months. “there. a new phone.”

you blinked, temporarily thrown off. not only did he get a brand new phone, he got a bunch of stuff he figured you’d want—makeup, new books, etc.

“…how much was all that?”

“uhm…two months rent.” he says, as if it’s the most normal sentence in the world. “and before you start bitching about the money, i had it.”

“two months rent?!” your eyes widened. has this guy lost it? “yeah. you wouldn’t stop crying about the phone. figured it’d be a good time to buy a new phone—judging the day and all. happy now?”

you stared at everything he got, trying to stay angry but that was impossible. a smile finally found its way to your face. “oh i’m so happy. thanks ‘ji.”

“yeah,” he points towards the new phone. “set it up. but i swear, if you play that song again, you’ll lose that phone.”

you rolled your eyes, who cares about his funky ass opinion? “sure babe..” you grinned as he dropped onto the other end of the couch, looking kike a grumpy cat. “you’re still a jerk.”

“sure i am. come here, i’m tired.” he says pulling you closer until you were half leaning against his side, his arm settling around your shoulders. “love you.”

“love you too ‘ji..”

choso ❤︎︎ kamo :

choso arrived home to see you on the couch. he sat beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. “bad day?” he asked softly.

you nodded. choso hummed, reaching out, brushing his fingers gently through your hair. “come here,”

he placed you on his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to the space between your browns. he continues prepping kisses all over your face before finally kissing your lips gently. his lips moving against yours, careful to not make you feel force.

“we can stay like this, okay?” he murmured. “i’ll hold you.”

you smiled, resting your head against his neck. “okay..”

every few minutes, he’d lean down to press a kiss on wherever he could reach. “wanna talk about it?” he asks, you shook your head in response. choso smiled at your reaction. “okay, that’s fine. i’ll just stay here until you feel better.”

after a while, he finally spoke up again. “happy girlfriends day my princess,” his voice low and warm. “i’m new to this so..i know my words aren’t enough but, i want you to feel loved—and i intend on doing that.”

you lifted your head, a small smile finding it’s way to your face. “it’s enough…this is enough. thank you for being here.”

choso smiled, placing a quick peck against your lips. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too cho..”

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