synopsis ⋆˙⟡ gojo watches from the sidelines as you fall in love with his best friend, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions upon realising his feelings for you. in the wake of your lover’s passing, he wrestles with his yearning to confess his love, feeling torn between honoring his loyalty to suguru and pursuing his own desires.
chapter contents ⋆˙⟡ angst, fluff if you squint hard enough, mild violence (sparring with geto)
notes ⋆˙⟡ it’s finally out! the first part to my mini series and probably the longest thing i've written in a long while so i hope you guys like it! i'm also gonna be pretty busy in the coming weeks but i'll try to get the remaining parts out asap
enjoy! ‧₊˚✩
gojo is first introduced to you when you're seven years of age, a year his junior, all winsome and toothless as he chases you through the corridors of his expansive abode.
his pale blue yukata flutters in the wind, giving life to the pattern of dragonflies that decorate the fabric. the pitter patter of feet on mahogany echoes through the hallways, your laughter a vast contrast to the otherwise solemn calm.
the gojos were one of three esteemed jujutsu sorcerer families, and perhaps the most regimented of the bunch.
for every new batch of sorcerers brought into the world came a need to celebrate. it was tradition for gatherings to be held in recognition of the approaching generation, typically hosted by one of the three main families.
despite its optimistic intentions, you felt nothing but the palpable atmosphere of tension between families, evident in their ice-cold stares, and faux smiles. what it really was, was an opportunity for gossip, whispers of which clans had succeeded in birthing capable heirs, and which had not, weaving their way through conversations and sparking the flames of speculation.
you had long since grown bored of listening to your parents engage in small talk with the other families, having left the crowd of people, marveled by the sheer size of the gojo residence.
your fascination with the unfamiliar territory had you tiptoeing around the labyrinth of passageways, passing by a few rooms, some of which had been left open wide enough for you to peek inside.
an odd looking keychain lying haphazardly on the floor catches your attention as you wandered the halls. you moved to pick it up, dangling it in front of your face to get a closer look before continuing on. it was then that you’d felt a presence close by, turning a corner and peeking out from behind a wall in hopes of uncovering the source.
it was a boy, no taller than you were, with silver hair and cerulean eyes, staring right back at you. he seemed apprehensive as he took a step forward, and you guessed that the toy had belonged to him.
you grinned cheekily as you took off, grasping the little thing in your hands as the boy gave chase, bringing you to the present moment.
“give it back!” he demands, and you turn to see him hot on your tail.
“i will!” you yell back, holding the toy above your head and slowly coming to a halt, raising your arms in surrender, “i just wanna see how it works!” the toy in question being a small rectangular device, translucent with a keyring hanging off one end. it had three little buttons alongside a small window of a screen.
"what is it?" you ask, baffled, your lips forming an 'o'.
the boy rolls his eyes as he stomps over to you, pointing at the toy. "that's a digimon virtual pet," he says matter-of-fact, crossing his arms over his chest to try and seem intimidating, unsure of your intentions.
you fiddle with the buttons, watching the pixels dance on screen to form little creatures. “woah,” you gawk in childish wonder, the boy allowing himself a moment to relax, intrigued by your genuine bewilderment.
“cool, huh?” he raises a brow, eyeing you from head to toe, and when he doesn’t sense any form of ill intent from you, he takes a step closer.
you pay him no mind, watching enthusiastically as a creature comes on screen, leaving a swirl of black pixels in its wake. “it’s pooping,” you giggle, bringing the device up to his face to show him as if it weren’t his to begin with. “look!”
he laughs, truly amused by your blitheness as he takes the device into his hands. “if you think that’s cool,” he pauses, fidgeting with the toy, “watch this!”
the suspense has you hovering over his shoulder on your tippy toes, watching as the little creatures stand in opposition, the words “battle” filling the screen.
“satoru,” another voice calls out, both of you whipping your heads to find a young woman clad in a yukata, her pale complexion complimenting the snowy white fabric of her garment. she gestures for him with a gentle flick of the wrist, a smile gracing her features
pretty, you think to yourself.
the boy turns back to you and shoves the toy somewhere within the folds of his yukata, and you almost miss the small pout tugging at his bottom lip. you find yourself mirroring his disappointment, knowing you’d have to part ways with your new friend.
the woman turns to face you, her affectionate smile radiating a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “you too, little lady,” she adds, and you perk up, exchanging a look of excitement with the boy as he extends a hand out to you.
“come on,” he beckons, and you reciprocate the gesture, placing your little hand in his before shaking it.
“i'm gojo satoru,” he tells you, keeping his gaze ahead in an attempt to seem stern and confident, like a grown up. but he flashes you a boyish grin when you tell him your name, both of you trailing behind the woman as you make your way back to the hall.
——————
four years later, gojo tells you that you’re his best friend, his cheeks flushed and his gaze averted.
you've come to witness the effects of his stringent upbringing as the era’s strongest sorcerer, his family's uncompromising nature being the main factor.
it was always training first, second, third; then whatever fleeting pockets of time he had left were spent trying to live as much of a normal childhood as he could.
it's no wonder he can be a little stoic at times, overtly disciplined for his age. he’s slowly growing out of it though, thanks to your influence and the incessant need to break him out of his shell.
“you’ve got all the time in the world to be boring when we’re all grown up,” you’d said to him.
he's grown about half a head taller than you since the time you first met, not entirely sure when that had happened, but you continue to hope that you'd get there too.
you're humming a tune, cotton candy in hand as you navigate through the throng of people, bright lights and festive music filling your senses. satoru follows closely behind you, busying himself with what was likely to be his third mizuame of the day.
“what a time to be alive,” you breathe, enjoying the gentle breeze on your skin.
your friend hums in agreement, pulling back the sleeves of his navy yukata to avoid getting them dirty. unsurprisingly, the sweet tooth has his hands (and mouth) full.
you love going to festivals, never failing to take it up as an opportunity to dress yourself in pretty garments, all the while indulging in the many treats that lined the streets of japan.
the both of you take turns deciding on what to feast on next, stopping at almost every yatai and ogling at the mouthwatering fares. you don’t miss out on the games either, always somehow turning it into a competition between the both of you.
he wins, of course. every single time, much to your dismay.
you tut, popping a dango into your mouth as the boy walks alongside you, his hands brimming with the prizes he's won. you hadn't even noticed it getting darker, the sun having set behind the clouds, the canopy of night adorning little flecks of white that light up the sky.
you slow, noticing a crowd of people stopping to peer up at the sky, the words “fireworks” reaching your ears. your grumpy expression soon washes over, an ear-splitting smile taking it’s place as you whip your head to face your puzzled looking friend.
“it’s starting, it’s starting!” you squeal, buzzing with excitement as you grab onto his arm, careful not to squeeze him too hard as you lead him to a good spot atop a small grassy hill.
you make it just in time as the velvety sky erupts into a mix of bright colours, booms resounding from the fireworks above. your mouth hangs open in awe, wide eyes reflecting the vibrant colours illuminating the sky.
satoru smiles, his boyish grin spreading across his face as silver strands dance around his forehead. “so cool,” he almost whispers, clearly enjoying the show just as much as you are.
“aren’t you glad i brought you along?” you ask, a proud smile on your face.
satoru taps a finger to his chin, humming as he pretends to think. “maybe,” he drawls.
“well, you’re welcome,” you say, smugly. your response has him rolling his eyes, sticking out his tongue to let out an exaggerated blegh. you reach up to flick his forehead, but find yourself stopping a mere few inches away from his face, pushing against the repulsive force of his infinity that keeps you from reaching him.
“that's not fair!”
“it's okay to admit you're jealous, y'know. i won’t judge."
"dick."
you take it back, you much preferred it when he was quiet.
"thank you," he says more seriously now, still keeping his gaze fixed on the sky. his words are enough to knock you out of your annoyance as you turn to face him.
he finds your gaze, and there's a softness in his eyes, something you don’t see very often, the explosion of colours in the sky reflecting off his face like a watercolour painting.
he looks away again, and he’s thankful you can’t see the tinge of pink that tints his cheeks under the low lighting.
pretty, you find yourself thinking, just as you had years ago. but you’d never tell him that. he doesn’t need the ego boost.
“for being my best friend.”
you're used to his usual attitude and snarky remarks, but it's always a little surprising whenever he gets like this, seemingly out of the blue.
you almost miss it, his words coming out in a soft murmur. you blink once, twice, opening your mouth to say something but you’re at a loss for words. your heart swells with something you’re not entirely sure of, but thankfully, gojo clears his throat, returning to his usual boyish demeanour and saying, “can we get back to the food now?”
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time seems to fly as you both find yourselves in your first year at jujutsu high, accompanied by two other students in your year; a brunette with short, tousled hair, accentuated by a subtle beauty mark beneath her right eye. the other was a taller male, similar in height to satoru, his long, dark hair often pulled back into a bun. his ears bore the faint stretch of black gauges, adding an edge to his appearance.
you don't know when you first started to notice, but you liked talking to geto; his voice was mellow, a soothing lullaby to your ears. you’ve got a (not so small) crush on him, you’ll admit, finding comfort in his presence like a warm blanket that shielded you from the cold.
he's so different, yet similar to your white-haired friend all at the same time. the latter had taken a liking to him rather quickly. despite all the bickering, they share an underlying endearment, with gojo looking to him as a kind of moral compass.
the four of you had been training together for the last couple of months, today being no different as you take turns sparring each other on the school field.
shoko takes her usual spot under a tree, perfectly content with sitting out. you don't mind it though, knowing combat wasn’t something she’s ever really been interested in, given her role as your team’s resident healer.
"c’mon, we don't have all day!" satoru nags, round tinted glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose, a new thing to help keep him from overexerting his six eyes.
they’re stylish and fitting for him, you think.
"you ready?" geto asks, snapping you out of your train of thought.
"’course i am," you bite back, playfully. he responds with a smile, and your breath hitches in your throat. damn it.
"loser pays for dinner!" gojo chimes in, shoko echoing after him as he signals the start of your fight.
you roll your eyes, lunging towards your opponent. he doesn't even flinch, stepping aside to summon a low-level curse, which you'd anticipated. you ground yourself before jumping onto it’s back, slicing through the curse with ease and taking the opportunity to push forwards.
your fists collide with geto's as you concentrate on throwing strategic punches, all the while avoiding his. it's hard keeping up, his ability in close combat eclipsing your own. your muscles scream for relief, your body growing tired from the previous matches you’ve had as you leap back to catch your breath.
suguru fixes his posture, inky strands sticking to his forehead, “payin’ for dinner again today?” he teases, and you huff.
“second time in a row!” gojo adds, pursing his lips in a mock kissy face as he wriggles his arms.
you ignore his antics, rushing towards geto once more, sliding yourself between his legs and catching him by surprise as you land a kick to his back. the force has him stumbling forwards and you grab hold of him, preparing to take him down.
in your eagerness, you don’t see a curse he’s summoned as it tackles you to the dirt, leaving you stunned momentarily.
when did he-
the next thing you know, suguru has his hand up against your throat, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your neck to signal the end of your match. you’re praying he doesn’t see the way your face burns a bright red as he lends you hand, pulling you up to your feet with ease.
“gotta work on paying attention,” he says, with that damn smile of his that gives you butterflies. you do nothing but nod, concentrating on steadying your heartbeat as it thumps loudly in your chest.
you pat down your uniform, swiping away the blades of grass that had clung to the fabric, jutting out your bottom lip in a small pout. suguru seems to notice, as he always does, sighing before ruffling your hair.
“we’ll split the bill.”
you look up at him, surprised. you open your mouth to protest, but satoru cuts you off, coming to rest his elbow on your shoulder as he coos.
“oh my hero!”
geto tuts, looking to you as he gestures to gojo, “how’ve you managed to stay friends for so long?”
“bribery,” you say, watching as vivid blue eyes narrow, moonlit eyebrows furrowing in tow, “lots of it.” he scowls with his mouth wide, letting out a loud, “hah?”
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“wouldn’t it be weird?”
“nah, why would it?”
“we’re in the same team and all,” geto sighs, leaning back against the bench with an arm propped up on the backrest. “didn’t you practically grow up together?”
satoru shrugs, casually taking a sip of his cola. normally, he’d be the one asking for advice, although he rarely heeded any of it. “i mean, yeah,” he nods, “but you like her don’t you? i’d say to just go for it.”
for reasons unbeknownst to the sorcerer, something in him sinks and with another swig of his carbonated beverage, he swallows the feeling. suguru’s right, you did practically grow up together, your relationship akin to that of siblings, of course he’d feel a little perplexed about his best friends dating each other.
that’s probably what it is.
“i’ll take care of her,” suguru says, his gaze fixed on the floor and voice laced with conviction. satoru’s thankful for the reassurance and smiles, leaning back and bumping a fist to geto’s chest.
Aftercare with Gojo where he focuses on kissing life back into your limbs after a particularly rough session with him.
He showers with you. No round two, no sexually stimulating touches, just him being as soft and delicate with you as he can. He spends a lot of time reassuring you as he scrubs your body, telling you that you're just as pretty as you were before, even with all these marks on your skin. Regardless of his words, he kept scrubbing your skin, as if trying to bring back some of the purity it had before things got animalistic.
He requests that you stay as light in clothes as possible because he'll be examining your body. Normally, you just stay in your underwear and a bra because with these examinations comes Gojo checking every inch of your skin. You get to lay back and relax while he thoroughly goes down your body, massaging your tender muscles and overall rehabilitating you.
He brushes his fingers against the dark marks on your neck and your chest, feeling the love that went into putting them on you to begin with. As his eyes trail down the rest of your hickey-littered, unobserved body, he realizes he loves you so much that it's taken a physical form on your skin.
You are not the only one who leaves scratches behind. Satoru does, too. He looks at your ribs, inhaling at the sight of four red, long streaks that trail from your ribs on each side, to where he can no longer see, on your back. He leans down and kisses the bright lines, like doing so would heal you in an instant. He does the same for the nail indentations he left behind on your waist and on your hips, kissing the aftermath of being so driven with pleasure that he had to take it out on your skin. He finishes up massaging your lower body. Your thighs, which were also bruised by his lips, your knees which had rug burns on them, and just a thrown in ankle massage for the harsh grip he had on it before.
You feel like you're in another place when Satoru looks after you this way. Almost 90% of the times he does this, you fall asleep when he has you flip over to examine your back. This was one of those times when his touch felt so heavenly, and light against your skin that you couldn't help but rest your eyes, resulting in your slumber.
His hands run down the expanse of your back. He undoes the clasp of your bra, not able to see the point where his scratches end until the material is moved. It's expected for you to leave these behind on him, but he's in shock at the ones you got from him this time. He traces the lines, the slightly swollen skin warm to the touch, and his revitalizing kisses return to soothe the sting. He can see choppy patterns of his nail indentations on your lower back, a warm hand rubbing them to try to make them fade. He can hear your soft, rhythmic breathing by now, a soft smile drawn on his features. He rubs little pressurized circles into your calves, watching you to make sure he's not pressing too hard. He ends the examination with some finishing touches on your achilles tendons and your heels.
"Baby," Satoru coos, laying on his side, facing you. You're still laying on your stomach, little puffs of air escaping your lips. His fingers trail down your spine, past the undone clasps of your bra. "Baby..." he tries again, this time running a thumb across your shiny, saliva coated bottom lip.
"Mm..." you hum, not opening your eyes.
"You okay?" He asks his hand playing with your damp hair, softly.
"Mhm," you nonverbally confirm.
"Alright," he finishes. He turns his lamp off and scoots closer to you, his arm and leg draping over you like a makeshift blanket.
you breaking down in tears, saying that you're going to pee, but suguru tells you to push it out. this happened almost every time the both of you had sex, suguru would push too deep causing you to think you're having an accident but in reality you're just squirting.
squirting was a foreign concept to you, you never did it when masturbating, and it didn't happen with your exes, but when you were with suguru, he would fuck you with so much force, that your body had no choice but to react and spill out everything you had inside of you.
it wasn't hard to do, but it felt weird whenever it happened, the pure force of it made your body jerk, and what made it even worse was the fact that's suguru was right in your face encouraging it, trying to get you to push everything out until you were physically straining.
suguru loved to see you squirt, his eyes would light up whenever he saw it push out and his ears would twitch when he heard the watery sound, it was so erotic seeing how your body reacted to his. not only that but he loved the fact it was him getting you to do it and him only, your exes could not compare to what he did to you and your body.
“wait suguru stop! i have to see.” pushing his stomach as he slams into you, your eyes watering from the over stimulation and bits of his sweat dripping onto your stomach as your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure.
it was a hit or miss on whether you were actually going to squirt or if this was the time you were going to embarrass yourself and pee. the fiery pit in your stomach as your eyes squint shut and suguru presses on your lower stomach, the both of you fighting each other.
“come on baby, just let it out.” his voice cooing as he gets closer to your ear and give it a tiny kiss while his hand presses deeper on your stomach, a yelp slipping past your lips and your back arching off the bed. it felt good, a little too good, that's how you knew that this was going to be the day you embarrassed yourself, but suguru thought otherwise.
suguru knew that wasn't piss about to slip out of your pretty pussy, but instead something else. you were beautiful under him squirming, and your eyes squint shut trying to focus in on holding it in, but suguru wasn't giving up.
he continued to press on your lower stomach along with pushing himself deeper inside of you and not moving, the pressure on your sweet spot was enough to send you in a frenzy. crying and begging him to let go and stop, but as cute as your pleading was, he just couldn't.
suguru presses himself into you deeper, and that's when you let go. broken sobs and your fluid rushing out of you, suguru slowly sliding himself out as he rubs your clit slowly and gently.
“there we go… that's my good girl. what'd i tell you?”
four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !! I'll go first !
thought this was a silly idea keep it going! tagging ; @rrairey @httpshujii @cindol @shokosprincess @seneon @cheriiyaya @accidentcache @suntoru and anyone else wanting to participate !
4 characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN!"
.....ha.ha.ha. anyways, tagging (no pressure ofc): @screampied @svnarin @yuujispinkhair @yunymphs @ryomance @emmyrosee @suguru-getos @reverie-starlight @missukiyo + everyone who sees this and wants to join!!
Loid Forger. well this is self explanatory. spy, strong, has a bunch of hidden talents but is cold as fuck. i can fix him, I really can!
Ryomen Sukuna. I CAN FIX HIM. I CAN FIX HIM I REALLY CAN-
zayne from lad! he's just so.... so.... RAH SHUT UP. SHUT UP HE'S JUST SO FINE AND SO RAGH.
....no further explanation for him will be provided. my baby. my pookielicious. my little poopschnukle.
literally struggling to breathe with the amount of work I have piled up. please know that i’m trying my best to write as fast as possible to get pt 2 of songs of longing out 🥲🥲🥲
everyone wonders what satoru said to suguru before killing him, but there's no answer other than "i love you". geto didn't think love was a curse, but gojo did. that's why he asked him to at least curse him instead of saying he loved him. for gojo, seeing everything he had become, seeing the love of his life like that, was certainly a curse. because he still loved him after all.
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