no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower
synopsis: satoru is far from spoiled and you make it your responsibility to spoil him as much as you can. to take care of him and let him be him, rather than the strongest, for at least one night. though, he feels like the luckiest to be married to you - his love and dreams all wrapped up in one person.
word count: 2k
a/n: comforting him comforts me so i rewrote one of my older fics (also art by @/olololooloool and pics found on pinterest; dividers by @/angeliicide)
fem!reader x gojo satoru, canon au, sfw
most people would say that satoru is spoiled. he’s the strongest, after all - he has all the power anyone could want, fame within the jujutsu society, and money. what else could he want or need?
satoru himself thinks he’s spoiled - no, not because of the materialistic things like money and fame, and definitely not because of his burdensome power. it’s because of his wife. everything else is put to shame when he has you. he really couldn’t want or need anything else.
but to you, he’s anything but spoiled. you felt like you could never do enough for him. you try to do as much as you can for him, wanting to make his life easier and to bring back the striking light in his baby blue eyes that have dimmed over the years. to give him back the love and care he pours out straight from his own heart.
so here you are, at three a.m., anticipating your husband’s return. he should be home any minute now. not too long ago, he messaged you that he’s on his way home, assuming that you’d be asleep but wanting to update you regardless.
you have the bathroom light turned off, a few scented candles scattered on the counter and on the edge of the bathtub create a soothing ambience. the smell of chamomile fills the air as you had infused the warm bath water with oil specific for his relaxation.
you’ve noticed that, recently, his responsibilities between teaching and being called on missions has caught up to him. it was normal for sorcerers to experience burnout, even for satoru, contrary to popular belief. it’s expected due to the lack of sleep, the burden of the world on his shoulders, the responsibilities of teaching and the lives of students, and the stress of the higher-ups.
as you get caught up in your concerned thoughts about satoru, you barely hear him come home. his shuts the front door quietly and his steps are faint, his feet almost dragging along the floor due to his exhaustion.
all he wants is to lie in bed with you - simply having you by his side recharges him.
“sweetheart?” he calls softly as he steps into the bedroom, finding the bed made and no one sleeping in it like he expected. he frowns slightly, wondering where you could be. did something happen?
before his heart races any faster and his thoughts spiral down a negative hole, you appear at the doorway of the bedroom. and he turns around before you speak, his shoulders visibly relaxing.
“i’m here, my love.” you approach him with a loving smile, immediately wrapping your arms around his tall figure. his own arms find their way around you, holding you in a tight embrace as he closes his eyes to savour your warmth and comfort.
“why aren’t you sleeping?” is the first thing he says to you, yet he makes no move to tear away from the hug. of course, he thinks about you before himself.
“come with me,” you say simply, not providing an answer or explanation. you slide your hand down to his, lacing your fingers together and gently tugging him towards the bathroom.
“baby, i really just want to go to--” his voice is rough with fatigue, his sentence getting cut off when you both step into the dimly lit bathroom filled with comforting scents. he pauses, eyes flitting behind his blindfold, looking between you and the bath setup. “is this for me?”
“mhm, just for you.”
he swallows thickly, standing there as if unfamiliar with the situation. his lips part as if wanting to say something but the words not formulating. his heart melting at your gesture, and it feels like all the stress and tension is leaving his body with each second he spends in your vicinity.
with a smile, you bring your entwined hands up to your lips, gently kissing the back of his hand.
“i know you wouldn’t go to a spa, so i brought the spa to you. for a few days.”
you untangle your fingers from his, reaching up to gently tug the blindfold off his face. your eyes soften with concern at the dark bags residing under his eyes. picking up his round, tinted glasses from the bathroom counter, you carefully set them onto his face.
the lump in his throat grows bigger, choking on his words as he tries to express his appreciation, his thoughts. you take his hand again and give it a gentle squeeze in understanding, hoping he knows that he doesn’t need to thank you.
but despite his appreciation, there’s a lingering thought that he has to voice. “and the higher-ups approved of this?”
“hmm, technically no. but when have we ever cared about what they say? you need this, my love, don’t think about it. forget about your responsibilities, being the strongest, being gojo satoru. just be you for a few days, okay?” you urge him, your eyes almost pleading as you look up at him.
his beautiful, beautiful eyes become slightly misty in response to your words, a look of adoration and pure, tender love glistening in them. he doesn’t respond, rendered speechless again while he keeps his eyes locked onto yours.
he doesn’t know if he can just be himself, to forget about the identity forced upon him since birth. even if it’s for a few days.
you notice the uncertainty glinting in his eyes, revealing the disarray of thoughts in his mind. “my love?” you say softly, withdrawing him from his thoughts.
you cup his face in your hands and run your thumbs over his eye bags, and he tilts his cheek into your hand, turning his head slightly to brush his lips against your palm.
“... sorry.”
you shake your head with a small smile. “there’s nothing to apologise for. come on, get in the bath before it gets cold.”
“undress me?” his cheeky smile returns along with a spark in his eyes, and you laugh softly as you step closer to him without hesitation.
his eyes follow your movements, glancing down at your hand that reaches for the zipper of his dark jacket. you slowly drag it down, revealing the black t-shirt he wears beneath. he takes that off himself, grabbing the hem to tug the shirt over his head, while you work on his trousers and boxers.
it’s a completely uninhibited, intimate moment. no sense of desire, just complete tenderness as he stands bare before you with a few scars adorning his porcelain skin.
once you’re done, he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses each of your fingertips gently, letting each one linger as he locks his eyes with yours. his gaze makes your heart skip a beat; it’s so full of intense love and devotion that you can feel it seeping into your skin, crawling into your heart.
you clear your throat before speaking, but your voice still comes out small. “do you need anything else?”
“no, just you. join me, sweetheart?” he asks with a saccharine lilt, smiling down at you boyishly.
you smile back at him and it only serves to widen his own. “if you want me to. i was planning on washing your hair, not necessarily joining you.”
“you can still wash my hair that way,” he insists, determined to get you in the bath with him.
he settles into the warm bath, stretching his legs out and leaning against the wall of the tub behind him before letting out a heavy, contented sigh.
once you’ve slipped out of your own clothes, he holds his hand out to you and spreads his legs under the water so that you can take your seat between them. you take his hand and let him help you into the water. and once you’re sitting, he tugs you against his chest with your back towards him.
“i don’t think i can wash your hair this way,” you point out, as he wraps his arms around your stomach and leans forward slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.
he smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck and rubbing mindless circles into your skin. “it’s alright. i just wanna hold you like this for a bit.”
and feeling the amused curve of his lips against your skin, you assume that that was his plan all along - convincing you to get in the bath with him just so he can hold you. he doesn’t need anything else, after all.
the two of you stay like that for a while, tangled limbs and shared warmth in a serene silence that settles around you. you almost think that satoru fell asleep behind you since he’s been quiet the whole time, his breathing steady.
but then, his lips move against the back of your neck. “i love you.” it’s the softest of whispers, yet it’s so heartfelt, his tone saturated in emotions that he only ever feels around you, his voice almost cracking.
“i love you, too, ‘toru,” you murmur, your heart swelling. and you feel the beating of his heart quicken, his chest moulded to your back. “do you want me to wash your hair now?”
he hums and nods reluctantly in response, not wanting to let go of you. the water sloshes around the both of you as you switch positions so that he’s sitting between your legs with his back leaning against your chest.
his eyes flutter closed as he feels warm water rain onto his hair; a quick rinse before you squeeze shampoo into your palm, gently lathering his hair and massaging his scalp with your fingertips.
a low groan rumbles in the depths of his chest as your fingers thread through his hair, ensuring every strand is soapy, and the tips of your fingers manage to soothe every ache in his body.
he relaxes completely against you. trust buzzing between the two of you as he allows you to take care of him in the way you know best.
“feels good,” he mumbles, sounding as if he’s on the verge of sleep.
“i’m glad,” you reply softly with a smile that he can’t see, but can hear in your voice.
asking him to keep his eyes closed and tilt his head back a little more, you begin to wash out the suds from his hair. the gentle manner in which you treat him is something he isn’t used to - he feels as if you handle him like something so fragile that if you moved too rashly, he would shatter.
he feels a lump grow in his throat and his lips part to release a shaky breath. unable to contain all the vulnerability he’s feeling, a crystal tumbles down the curve of his cheek and your hands freeze in his hair.
“my love?” you whisper with concern.
he unlids his eyes once more, and with his head still tipped back, he stares up at you from his upside-down angle, yet you’re able to see the emotions swirling in the waves of his ocean eyes. one motion of a wave, and another salty trickle escapes.
“hey...” you lean down to brush your lips against his forehead and he tilts his head further into your touch, craving your affection and warmth.
you trail your lips down to kiss each of his eyelids with the gentleness of a feather, and his lips curve up into a smile, an unsteady one, but a smile nevertheless. he reaches up, fingers rooting themselves on your cheek as his thumb brushes against it back and forth.
“i love you,” he whispers once more, but never the last. he’ll continue to say it until his very last breath. “and i love the way you love me.”
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