â NO. 1 OBSESSION! SABRINA (she/her) is twnty. living in the glitter, baby, i don't feel a thing. HEY! I'M NOT OK. NSFW and DARK CONTENT. #FULLYEVOLVED!
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havenât seen you in a while, i hope everything is alright. i re-read your works so often i feel like a wife whoâs waiting for her husband to come home from war. waiting for you to come back and be active again! âşď¸ . . . hope you have a good life, babe! â¤ď¸đŤŁ
sending u lots of love and kisses this is so sweet omg . i'm back hi hello
hiii idk if it's rude to ask but why was serial killer gojo discontinued? i love all ur works, been waiting for ur comeback all this timeeee
hihi no worries! it's been a minute but i discontinued it bcs i just wasn't feeling very inspired to continue the "plot" (whatever it was). if i get any more ideas in that au then it could always come back, but for the foreseeable future idk if i'll return to it
[ ᥣ . ŮĚĽ .ŕžŕ˝˛ đŠŕ˝ž×Ö´ ] :: your boyfriend comes to pick you after a long day at uni. sensing your jealousy about the attention heâs getting from your classmates, he makes it up to you in his own way.
tags. olderbf!gojo x gf!reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst, suggestive [make out sesh]. age gap â reader above 20, gojo early 30âs. jealousy. reader gets called âprincess, baby, beautiful.â repost !
satoruâs arrival, as per usual, serves as pure entertainment for many students. itâs not often that they get to see such a tall and handsome man around campus after all.
you patiently stand there, waiting for said man to come and get you. the increase in giggles and whispers around you can only mean one thing: heâs nearby.
your boyfriendâs car comes to a stop in the distance. satoru steps out of the driverâs seat a second later, one of his hands running through his fluffy, snowy hair.
â. . damn, heâs fucking hot,â âyep. heard heâs in a relationship though. sucks,â âgirlâ do i look like i care? need him so baaaaddd.â
itâs infuriating to hear those words while you, his girlfriend, are standing close to them.
you decide not to give those girls any attention nor do you try to speak up. itâs not worth the effort.
satoru closes the car door behind him, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he strolls up to where youâre standing. itâs as if heâs walking down a runwayâgraceful, confident, every step executed with perfect balance.
he can hear the murmurs from the students around, but he simply doesnât care. his steady gaze has been fixed on you the moment he spotted your figure from across campus.
âcute,â satoru mutters under his breath with a small smile, blue eyes taking in the sight of you standing there against a wall.
the way youâre fiddling with the strap of your bag while pretending not to have noticed him is quite endearing.
you look down at the ground until a pair of black oxfords come into view, stopping right in front of yours. you slowly tilt your head back until youâre face to face with the man himself.
âhey, beautiful,â satoru greets, his voice smooth and slightly deep, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
his knuckles brush against your cheek whilst he admires your every feature, acting as if he hasnât seen you in days.
you nod in response, whispering a small âhiâ before your eyes dart around campus again. your bottom lip pushes forward just a tiny bit to form a small pout.
. . and there it is; satoru knows that look in your eyes like the back of his hand. heâs seen that same pout before, along with the hint of jealousy lurking behind your gaze that you try so hard to hide.
he understands why youâre feeling that way.
the other girls on campus, the way they ogle him and whisper, it would make any woman insecure. but to him, there is no need for it. satoru is yours, and heâs made that known to every single soul around you a million times before.
perhaps they need to be reminded once more.
satoru wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his touch gentle and possessive. he notices how youâre trying to act normal, though he knows you way better than that.
the pad of his thumb rubs small circles into your hip as your lover leans in and speaks in a low yet intimate voice that only you get to hear, âoh? look at you, acting all tough with your little pout.â
âtell me. whatâs up, princess?â satoru whispers, his breath warm against your ticklish skin.
he lowers his head to your face and plants a small kiss on your nose, gaining a mix of delighted yet irritated whispers of the people around you.
âusually you jump right into my arms after seeing meâ yâknow, like a lilâ bunny,â the white-haired man starts sulking as well, pressing your body flush against his. âwhereâs my cute ân clingy babyyyy?â
satoruâs over-exaggerated whine makes your nose scrunch up, though you canât deny the truth. he knows you better than you know yourself. he can see right through your attempt to disguise your jealousy, yet youâre still too stubborn to admit anything.
âpfft, whatever. come on,â you roll your eyes before grabbing his arm and tugging him forward.
you want nothing more than to escape your surroundings. youâre getting tired of the continuous and unwanted attention satoru is getting.
itâs irksome. you know he doesnât give them the attention they so desire, he never will, yet you still feel this pang in your chest whenever you see those girls shamelessly ogling your boyfriend.
satoru, being naturally observant, notices your sudden eagerness to leave campus. he can tell that your jealousy is growing worse because of the students that keep on eyeing him. while he is used to the attention, he hates seeing it affect you.
the whispers and giggles from the other women are like white noise, insignificant background fodder that barely warranted his notice. youâre all he sees and listens toâno matter what.
your presence, your voice, your body, your soul. . . youâre the only one he cares about. he just wishes youâd realise that.
satoru wordlessly allows himself to be dragged off. his gaze is fixated on the back of your head, a mixture of amusement and worry glinting in those blue eyes of his. he canât help but feel guilty. even if he didnât really do anything wrong.
he wants to make it up to you, somehow.
once you reach the car, satoru gently shoos your hand away from the door handle the moment he catches you try to get in yourself. he reaches around you and pulls it open with a soft âclickâ.
satoru then surprises you by kissing your foreheadâ his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head. his fingers bury themselves in your hair. a subtle smirk tugs at his glossy lips as he senses the envious glares from the other, irrelevant onlookers.
thatâs exactly what heâs trying to accomplish. to make it known to the world that heâs your man. heâll gladly do it over and over again, until all of them finally take the hint.
âladies first,â satoru gestures, his voice gentle and loving.
he pulls back and smiles at you with his dimples showing. youâre slightly taken aback by the smooth gesture before thanking him in a small murmur.
âthank you.â
itâs silent for a good couple seconds after satoru gets into the driverâs seat. he settles his keys into the ignition switch, though doesnât turn them. instead, he faces you with a small sigh.
your lover already recognises whatâs up. you probably wonât talk to him until the jealousy subsides. but that isnât how he wants to fix this situationâhe wants you to communicate with him.
âhey,â satoru tries to get you to look at him. your body is slightly turned away, your eyes looking out of the car window.
itâs painfully obvious that youâre upset with him, even when it isnât specifically his fault.
âdonât hide from me, câmon,â he chuckles and tries to make you feel better by bringing your hand up to his lips.
satoru leaves small kisses on your palm, eyes peering over the rims of his sunglasses to gauge your reaction.
you still donât turn to face him. youâre too caught up in your own feelingsâ too stubborn to talk about the jealousy and insecurities that are bugging you. you know itâs unfair to him, but you currently canât fix your own emotions.
sensing your insistent reluctance to face him, satoru places his hand gently under your chin. his fingers curl around your jaw and gently guide your gaze to meet his. the sight of your downcast expression, plagued with insecurity, tugs on his heartstrings.
âoh, my sweet little baby,â the white-haired man sighs again.
without another word, the gap between you quickly closes as satoru leans in, his lips meeting yours in a firm but soft kiss. a soft gasp escapes your lips at the suddenness of his kiss, but the tension in your shoulders slowly starts to dissappear as you melt into his embrace.
the touch of his calloused fingers on your jaw is a wordless command you cannot resist. the kiss is a silent form of reassurance, a way for him to remind you of his feelings for you.
his want and need for you.
satoru can nearly taste the jealousy etched into your initial resistance, which he seeks to silence with his touch. thus, he deepens the kiss with renewed vigor. his free hand cups the back of your head and gently tilts it upwards to gain a better angle.
âmh. sweet,â satoruâs tongue swipes over your bottom lip.
he eagerly swallows the faint taste of candy that you had eaten earlier. his tongue delves into your mouth the moment your lips make way, memorising every part of it.
he doesnât let go of you until youâre both breathless. the sorcerer pulls back, though keeps the distance between your lips at a minimum. his cheeks are painted a soft pink, eyes half lidded and lips even glossier with your saliva now coating them.
âhaahâfuck,â satoru catches his breath while his free hand rubs up and down your waist.
he resists the urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you right then and there. heâll leave that for when youâre home.
his gaze is on your parted lips once more. he simply cannot hold himself back from leaning in. his body moves closer to yours, caging you in between him and the passenger seat.
âiâm all yours,â satoru murmurs against your soft lips. he cups your face as he places a quick peck on your mouth. âonly yours,â another chaste kiss causes your smile to find its way back onto your face. âdonât you forget,â and a third kiss finally makes you giggle.
he hums in satisfaction. he nuzzles his nose against yours, grinning widely as he successfully managed to coax the jealousy awayâ to gain his beautiful, happy girlfriend back.
âthere she is,â satoru coos and squeezes your cheeks together.
you huff at the feeling of your lips forced into a deformed âoâ shape, yet the bright smile tugging at your lips doesnât disappear.
âsorry for acting so childish,â you apologise for your own behavior. if it wasnât for satoru taking the initiative to make it up to you, you would have given him the silent treatment.
satoru shakes his head. he ruffles your hair affectionately while his lips settle on your cheek. he tenderly nibbles on the plush flesh, âno need to apologise. ât was cute,â he replies in a muffled voice.
he pulls back and his thumb brushes over the subtle mark that his teeth left on your skin. âbesides,â he pinches your cheek before cocking his head to the right. your eyes follow the direction heâs looking atâwhich is your car window.
âi think everyone finally realised that yâre the one ân only girl for me.â
your heart drops as you only then remember that satoruâs car windows arenât tinted. that means that everyone on campus probably has seen the little make out session you had with your boyfriend just now.
your eyes quickly dart around the crowded area. the way your fellow students are glancing at you - some with envy and others with embarrassment - tells you more than enough. . .
you clear your throat and try to hide your face with the sleeves of your top. you donât know how youâre going back to university after today without facing the humiliating consequences of your (satoruâs) actions.
your shameless boyfriend sits there and grins from ear to ear, proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to your embarrassed state until you speak up again;
â. . satoru, please drive away as fast as you can.â
thinking about superhero!gojo who exclusively enters through your window.
it's 3 am and pouring when a shaggy, wet satoru gojo crawls through your window and shoots you a grin. "you should really lock these, y'know. it's a security risk."
