yall i just got the NASTIEST idea of cowboy!gojo fucking reader against the wall but he cums first and leaves reader frustrated so she's pissed and he's teasing her like she just has to wait or try to get her off then when she's alone at night, she tries to do it herself but it doesn't work bcoz it doesn't feel as good as when he was inside her ehhehehehe and he's pretty much just ruined her to only be his
an: pt 2 of Summer Nights based on this. lord this is my first smut that i have the courage to post bcoz my bsf told me to. its probably shitty and kinda rushed in the end but tbf i wrote it while i was battling my demons (sleep and period cramps). anyways, pls lemme know how it is.
warnings: a little bit of angst, smut, handjob (m!receiving), gojo eating you out (self-indulgent to the core), praise kink if you squint, gojo is desperate and so are you, slightly possessive gojo, spit kink (lord help me), forbidden love, slight hair pulling (self-indulgent pt2), gojo is a tease and so are you, switch!gojo, body worshipping, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, i think that's it? have fun ig
Part one
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You both headed back to the hotel, ready to pack your things and go home but your tracks were frozen in place as your hands flew to cover your ears, a ringing pain appearing.
This wasn't anything new to you.
When you finally had to use your technique and go all out after months of not using it, your ears would feel a sort of shrill and your head would hurt, feeling like it could burst at any given moment but it never does.
Although you were used to this, Satoru never knew this consequence of yours. Almost immediately, his arms went to you, trying to keep you steady when you bunch over your stomach and holding your head in pain.
"Are you okay? What's going on?" He asked, worried that maybe you had been hit by one of the Curse User's techniques without either one of you realizing it.
"I'm fine," you dismissed with a simple wave, recollecting yourself to stand up straight and fight the pain. "I just need to get my meds in my bag at the hotel."
Your words held no intended urgency but apparently to Satoru, that was all that mattered. To get you back to the hotel room.
In all honesty, he had no idea what was going on. But he was not about to take any risks as he wrapped an arm around you and warped you both back to the room.
Suddenly, your eyes were blinking in the view of the bedroom, eyes twitching to adjust to the lighting but the pain in your head was a step ahead of you, not even allowing any adjustment as your eyes screwed shut in pain.
"God, Satoru, why the fuck did you warp us?" You almost screamed, scrambling to find your bag by the couch.
Satoru's eyes widened, overpowered by guilt. "You said you needed to get your meds here!" He replied with just the same amount of defense as the frustration in your voice.
He stood frozen in fear, unsure of what to do as he watched you scrimmage your bag, creating a mess on the floor but you hadn't got enough to care for it at the moment.
He saw you holding a bag that contained a few boards of pills, all of them a different type. Taking out two pills of different kinds, you popped each of them into your mouth, swallowing them down your dry throat.
There was a lingering sting in the back of your throat, causing you to wince.
You tried to stand up, but your body was weak and threatened to fall. Satoru rushed right next to you, one hand holding your back and one hand holding your stomach, helping you to keep upright.
"Woah, are you okay?" His voice was low against your ear, somehow a comfort to your searing pain.
"Yeah, just need to lie down for a sec," you nodded, arms reaching forward to the bed.
You tried to walk but really, you were closer to falling to your knees than you were to walking.
And Satoru noticed that.
Stopping you, he instead scooped you into his arms and walked over to the bed. Even though the walk was short, you let your head rest on his shoulder, eyes closing while the pain in your head throbbed endlessly.
He gently laid you on the bed, right on your back. Your head immediately settled into the soft pillow while your hand reached out to tug at his wrist.
"Water- Please," your voice choked out in a small cry and Satoru just about dashed to the pantry to get two bottled water, just in case.
He placed one on the nightstand next to you while he helped open the other and handed it to you. You took it gratefully, murmuring a jumbled 'Thank you' before downing the beverage.
A soft sigh of relief escaped you once you stopped drinking and Satoru took the bottle from you to help close it, placing it next to you on the nightstand. He was scared and clueless, standing so awkwardly still to assist you with any wish of yours.
"Chocolates," you coughed, pointing to your bag on the floor by the couch.
"What?" He asked with a scrunched face, not noticing your gesture.
"In my bag, there should be a small jar of chocolates," you managed to say smoothly, the water and medicine taking effects. "Can you help get them?"
"Of course, princess," he mumbles before almost diving into the floor due to his speed and managing to fish out the very thing you wanted.
He gave it to you after taking off the lid of the jar, the smell of milk chocolate with almonds filling the space between both of you.
"Thanks," you pursed your lips and took a small square of chocolate to bite into. "You can take some if you want," your words were smooth but the pain was still heavy in your mind. You noticed Satoru's hesitance as he eyes the chocolate then you then back to the chocolate. "Don't worry, they're not magic chocolates or whatever."
His lips tugged in a small smile as he helped himself to a square before taking a seat by the edge of the bed, right next to your stretched-out legs.
His eyes remained on you even while he took the chocolate into his mouth, watching the way your eyes were fluttering to suppress the pain in your head but you did seem much better now.
"So, are you gonna tell what the fuck that was?" He finally voiced out, licking his lips for a hint of chocolate residuals.
The tone he used shocked you but it also amused you, causing you to let out a small giggle.
And oh, how for once Satoru thought he was actually useful if he could have made you let out such a beautiful harmony.
Your giggles settled into a gentle smile as you pushed yourself upright with your palms on the bed. "You know my technique, right?" You asked with a raised brow.
Know?
Satoru might just have memorized every little thing about your technique. Or at least, every little thing about it that you've told him over the past few years of being together during occasional missions.
But he just nodded and allowed you to explain.
"And you know that cursed energy has its own frequency too, right? Everyone's cursed energy has different frequencies," you said, earning a nod from him. "When I use my technique, it causes my cursed energy to lower. Like you, too," you paused before continuing, "And usually, it's fine. But when I use it a lot, especially after not using it for months like what happened today, I get these really bad migraines for about a day or two. It's like my body can't adjust to the low cursed energy."
Satoru nodded as he fathomed your explanation, the information he received was no doubt going to the little space in his memory reserved especially for you.
"Wait, so, why were you angry that I warped us here?"
"Because the frequency of your cursed energy gets higher when you use it and it was very loud and it-"
"It was hurting you," he concluded, earning a slow nod from you. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," your shoulders shrugged. "I'm honestly used to this. I just have to take my meds, drink water, and eat something sweet. Chocolate usually helps," you added, reaching forward to grab another chocolate square from him.
"Makes sense, chocolate helps with everything."
"Finally, something we can agree on," you laughed and Satoru thought that when people talked about angels singing, they must have meant your laugh.
Because that was truly all that he believed you were as his eyes were captivated by the way your shoulders shook in laughter.
Really, if he was placed on this Earth solely to make you laugh, then so be it. He will fulfill his role to its fullest.
But he couldn't really do that, could he?
"Excuse me," he cleared his throat and placed the jar of chocolates on the nightstand before walking out of the room.
Your smile faded as quickly as he walked out and shut the door, leaving you frozen and clueless. You had no idea what just happened but your mind was too hazy and tired to think anything more, causing you to fall asleep.
Satoru only excused himself because he had to free himself of you. Of the way your hair fell so nicely over your shoulders even in such a state. Or the way your eyes crease slightly when you laugh.
And don't even get him started on your laugh.
Any second longer in front of you and he would have kissed away all your troubles.
But he couldn't do that to you.
He didn't want to put you in such a position.
Satoru was sitting in the lounge of the hotel lobby, his phone constantly by his ears as he waited for Ijichi to answer, wondering when it would be time for you and him to return home.
But night was aging fast and you were still in a terrible state that he had given up on trying to find a way back home.
That was, a way back home that wasn't you.
Walking to the receptionist, Satoru confirmed with the man that he wanted to extend the stay yet another night.
Once things were settled, and he was sure he could face you again without having the heavy urge to kiss you and hold you against him (though he wondered if that was even possible), he returned to the bedroom and saw that you were still fast asleep in your uniform on the bed.
But his arrival had caused you to stir awake, being a light sleeper and all.
"What time are we leaving?" You mumbled, pushing yourself up by your elbows.
"Ijichi isn't answering. It's getting late and you clearly need more rest," he sighed, adding, "I've asked them to extend our stay another night."
"We're sleeping here again?" Your forehead creased with worry, watching him nod in confirmation. "Satoru," your voice trailed off, low and pleading.
His gaze met yours, blindfold off and staring right at you. He didn't have to ask you to know what you were thinking about. Looking away, his voice was quiet and laced with bitterness.
"It won't happen again, I promise."
You took a deep breath and nodded, trusting him for all that he could give you before tossing away the blanket that covered your legs.
"I'm gonna take a shower," you informed and took your clothes from last night before entering the toilet.
Satoru was seated on the edge of the bed, watching as you passed him by, your posture and the way you walked more stable than earlier. He washed over with relief, thankful that you were feeling better.
Although you had assured him that you were used to feeling that way, he was still overwhelmed with worry. But all in all, he was just glad that you were okay.
He heard the water begin to run but his mind was occupied by the sound of his phone ringing. Pulling it out of his pocket, he read the caller and answered it, informing Ijichi that he had decided to stay another night and have the manager come pick you both up tomorrow at noon.
Eventually, you returned to the bedroom, your hair damp and the ends were held up by the small towel in your hands. You flashed Satoru a glance, feeling shy when you noticed how his eyes were in a trance, staring unashamedly at your figure.
"Stop staring, perv," you huffed, bending over to your bag to get your hairdryer out.
Your words brought him back, and he muttered a small apology before tearing his eyes away from you.
But you really weren't making it easy.
What's worse, he thought, was that you weren't even doing this on purpose yet he was already so desperate for you.
Just as you began drying your hair, Satoru got up abruptly to enter the shower but you paid him no mind.
It didn't take too long for you to finish drying your hair but it certainly took Satoru quite some time in the shower, the sound of water running louder than you've ever heard since yesterday.
You lay back on the bed, massaging your temples to relieve the surges of migraines that hit you. You didn't even realize it when Satoru finished showering, your eyes closed in peaceful slumber.
His towel hung over his shoulder, the end of it moving as he took silent steps towards you. His lips curled in a gentle smile upon noticing the state of your slumber. Your lips were parted to elicit soft snores and he just thought that you looked absolutely adorable.
Careful not to wake you, he brought the blanket up to your shoulders. He took his spot next to you, the bed sinking on his bed as his weight met the mattress.
His gaze snapped to you quickly in panic, his head almost tore off but he relaxed when he noticed that you were not stirring awake. Perhaps the medication caused you to sleep soundly. Either way, Satoru let himself relax next to you, falling asleep on his own.
Your eyes shot open for a second before they closed in an attempt to relieve the surging headache that appeared. Fingers stretched out, you were struggling to find your phone but when you did, you checked to look at the time.
It was only 11 but you knew you must have slept early and Satoru was softly breathing in his sleep next to you. You wanted to get up, stand, and walk to the bathroom to wash your face.
But you had accidentally fallen, causing a loud thud, waking the white-haired sorcerer.
"Sorry, go back to sleep," you mumbled from the floor, waving a hand.
His eyes were droopy when he scooted to your side of the bed and stretched his neck out to see you on the floor. He raised a brow laced with confusion and amusement. "You okay down there, princess?"
"Fine," you pursed your lips.
"What are you doing?"
"I was trying to go to the bathroom," you answered lazily.
You pushed yourself up, holding onto the edge of the bed to lift yourself only to be barely an inch away from Satoru's complexion. His eyes were bright on yours, lips twitching to pursue yours against his but he decided against it.
You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes feeling hazy with the lack of oxygen that stood in the gap between you and your supposed enemy.
Enemy?
Or, was he more of a partner to you at this point?
You pulled away, creating distance when you straightened your back. Satoru was left inhaling the residuals of your scent as you walked to the bathroom.
Cold water splashed across the complexion of your face, bringing relief to the faint feeling of pain that had woken you up. When you returned to the bedroom, Satoru sat up straight so quickly, it was as if he was paying respect to an elder or something.
His eyes were frowning, almost expectant but you ignored it to grab some pills from your bag. You sat on the bed and took your medicine with the water to help you swallow them easier.
"Go to sleep, Satoru," you sighed exasperatedly.
"I'm worried," he pouted and you could hear it in his voice.
"I'm fine," you rolled your eyes, settling your gaze on him. "Sleep."
He didn't budge and you rolled your eyes once again, climbing under the blanket that hugged your body softly. Your back was turned to him as if you were telling him that you were ready to return to sleep.
You stayed that way for a few minutes, hoping that Satoru took it as a sign that he should sleep too. But he didn't. Because when you turned around to lie on your left side, your eyes were met with his that stared back at you.
"Why aren't you going to sleep?" Your voice was gentle and quiet.
"I can't go to sleep with you acting all weird," he shook his head but his movements were constricted by the pillow under his cheek.
A thankful beam adorned your lips while you spoke, "I'm fine, Satoru."
He wasn't sure if it was your smile or the way you said his name that caused him to reach out his hand, brushing a strand of hair to tuck it behind your ear.
"You sure? You seem a little on edge," he hummed, the sound originating from his chest.
His thumb caressed your cheek, his movements causing your eyes to flutter shut as you nuzzled for the warmth he radiated. His body moved closer, his arms on your back to pull you in against him.
Your head collided lightly with his chest, hands going to the shirt over his chest, and your palm splayed out. You felt his lips pressing against the top of your head, leaving you almost weak and helpless under his gentleness.
"We shouldn't do this," you whispered, your fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.
"You say that but, you're holding onto me tighter," he murmured lazily, looking down while you looked up, locked on his intimidating blue eyes.
"You promised," your words were choked out unwillingly.
"Turns out I'm not good at keeping promises, princess," a small chuckle escaped him. "It's just you and me here," he assured, his fingers beginning to card through your hair, inching lower and lower to rest on your lower back.
You wondered if Satoru's blue eyes were truly his or just part of the Six Eyes. But it didn't matter.
Because you were looking at him. Just as he was looking at you.
The air in between was heavy and hot and you knew it wasn't just the summer proving its presence. But it didn't matter.
Because Satoru was leaning closer, his neck slightly craning down. Just as yours were tilted up.
There was a gap that acted as a wall of fire, the heat scorching and burning both your and Satoru's skin.
But it seemed that the feelings you both held were much stronger, and the fire was no match for the inferno that itched within the depths of your hearts.
The gap soon burned into non-existence as Satoru pressed his lips against yours, his eyes closing in bliss. It was a soft kiss, chaste and innocent but was deepened by his hand that rested on your lower back.
He pulled you closer against him, your face flushed with his, lips engulfing one another to merge as one. You relaxed, tightening your grasp on his shirt as you pulled yourself up, lips eagerly moving against his as your nose brushed with his.
Satoru couldn't help it.
A soft but muffled moan had escaped past his lips and entered straight through yours before he could stop himself. His hand that stilled on your back lowered itself on your body.
He reached the dip on your body where your back meets your ass, lowering and lowering his fingers down to your ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. In turn, your lips were parted in a gasp at his touch, allowing his tongue to find purchase within the cavern of your mouth.
Running down your thigh, his hand slowly pulled your leg to have it weigh on him by his waist before his fingers continued to massage the skin of your thighs softly.
"Satoru, wait," you whispered in between kisses, your words taken in by his tongue. "Wait," you repeated, more firmly this time.
His hand stopped its movements, his lips going slack to pull away as his eyes scrunched with worry and hesitance. His chest rose under your grasp, up and down as he breathed heavily with desire.
"We can't," your voice trailed, your eyes closing as a tear fell onto your cheek. "You know we shouldn't do this."
A sigh slipped past his lips, his heart aching with each beat that it took. His hand that wasn't on your thigh rested on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stain of the single tear that fell. He leaned in and kissed the small area of your skin, the taste of your tear meeting his lips.
He gently nudged your head to rest under his chin, his lips pressing a sweet kiss atop your hair. He was gentle even as frustration and guilt colored his skin.
"I know, I know," he cooed into the strands of your hair.
"Why," you sobbed silently against his neck, your tears falling along his skin to his shirt. "Why does it have to be like this?"
He held you tighter against him like he was afraid any distance that would exist would multiply more and more and he would no longer be able to hold you. He was most afraid of that, he was sure.
"Because of our families, the danger that comes with being together when we live in this world of curses, and because," his voice trailed, cracked with emotions. "Because we're not supposed to love each other."
"And do you?" Your words were quick, rushed, and desperate to hear an answer that you hoped would match what you felt.
He slowly pulled away to lock his eyes with yours.
"I've never known what love is, how it looked like, or smelled like, or sounded like," he whispered, low and quiet as he poured his barest thoughts. "I've searched for it night and day, and I was always clueless. I didn't know what was right. But I know now, I've known for a while. Love is," he paused, fingers going to cup your cheek. "Love smells like lavender and rosemary with hints of rose petals. Love sounds like the way you say my name, the way you laugh, and the way you are constantly nagging at me when you pretend to hate me. And most of all, I know that love looks like you."
Your lips allowed a light giggle to escape, bringing a genuine smile to Satoru's lips. "But we should hate each other, shouldn't we?"
A bitter laugh escaped Satoru, his arms tightening around you.
"We should. We've always been told to, but we don't. That's the problem, right?" He hummed, a hand of his now on your lower back again. Slowly, he leaned into the crook of your neck, just the spot where your ear met your jawline, his voice speaking softly, "But how am I supposed to hate you when all I can think about is how much I want to be with you every day." A kiss was placed on your skin, "I want to wake up next to you," another kiss, lower on your neck this time, "Hear you laugh," another kiss, "Be the one to make you laugh. I can't stop thinking about how much I love you and how much I need you."
Tears leaked from your eyes, falling onto his white-colored hair but he didn't care. His head rested on your shoulder, the tip of his nose against the crook of your neck.
But he pulled away before his cheek could leave a lingering warmth on your skin. Gaze locked onto you, blue eyes flickered to your lips as he leaned down again, his lips gentle on yours.
It was sweet but there was no mistake that something much darker hid beneath the innocence of his action.
"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop," he murmured against your lips, panting slightly with the way your hand gripped his shoulder.
"Don't," you shook your head, eyes scrunched to allow your tears to escape. "Please don't stop."
It didn't take Satoru long at all, barely even half a second after your last word before he was back on your lips.
Just like Satoru, you couldn't even let a second pass before kissing him back, your emotions uncovered with all that you could give him in that kiss.
"I love you," he whispered in between your lips, slightly muffled but with the lack of distance you two shared, it didn't matter.
A smile drew on your lips and he could feel it, he almost died.
Not that he would have cared.
If he were to die against you, lips attached to yours like magnets of opposite poles, he would die happy.
"I love you," you answered, chasing the taste of his feather-light lips on yours.
"I'll always love you," he assured, brushing the skin of his nose against yours in a small bump.
Pulling away, you dared not to remove your eye contact with him. "Even if one day my family tells me to kill you?" Your voice was shaky, reminded of such a dark possibility.
Satoru's eyes darkened, a sigh escaping as he rested his forehead against yours.
"Even then, I'll still love you," he whispered to the air you both shared. "And I'll always hope that you'll choose me instead of them."
Maybe he was being selfish.
But at this point, he already knew he was a selfish man.
He allowed his desire and love for you to take you both this far. That was more than enough proof that Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, the bearer of Six Eyes, was a selfish man.
"I don't know how," you sobbed softly.
"I know, princess, I know," he comforted with his thumb wiping away your tears before he peppered soft kisses on where your tears once stood. "I don't want you to have to choose, but-"
"But?"
"But if it comes down to it, I hope you'll choose me. I hope you'll choose us," he sighed, wanting to curse himself for being so goddamn honest even knowing that his honesty was just the words of a selfish man.
But Satoru Gojo was a selfish man.
Your eyes closed, and a sigh escaped you as you allowed yourself to lean into Satoru. Your lips met his and just as quickly, his lips engulfed yours.
It was warm and welcoming, things you were never accustomed to up until now.
"I love you," he repeated, pulling away to kiss the corner of your mouth.
"We can't be together, Satoru," you sniffled as you let him kiss your skin.
"I know," he nodded, pulling you close against him. "But that doesn't change how I feel about you. I want you so bad it hurts," his voice cracked as his head fell slumped on your shoulder, finding security in the dip of your neck.
"Where, Satoru? Where does it hurt?" You whispered into his ear.
"Here," he answered, taking your wrist and resting your palm on his shirt, just above his heart. "Can you hear how my heart beats for you?"
You could hear it all, feel it all.
"I can make it hurt less," you suggested quietly.
"No," he said, fingers gripping your wrist tightly.
"Why not?"
"I want my heart to be honest when it comes to you. I want to let it beat for you as it does."
"Even if it hurts?" You asked gently.
"I want to hurt for you," he answered to the skin of your neck.
Your hands tugged on his shirt, trying to get his attention. His head tilted up, creating a little distance, one that he quite hated.
But it didn't matter.
Not when your lips found home on his, pushing into the kiss desperately. A muffled groan slipped past Satoru, his body arching into you to deepen the kiss.
The kiss was no longer the kind you both had shared a few times over the course of the night. The hidden darkness had taken over, desire creating a mess of tongues clashing.
He stole the opportunity the moment he was presented with it, his tongue entering your mouth to slide along yours and you almost couldn't help the way your lips hungrily sucked onto it, a silent whimper of yours hidden beneath the collision.
One of your hands had found its way to the back of Satoru's head, fingers entangled in his white locks while your other hand was gripping onto his bicep as if it was a way to keep yourself grounded before losing truly to the desire that was quickly burning in your body.
The way Satoru couldn't keep his hands still definitely hadn't helped your case. His touches were no longer feather-light, instead, they were hungry and rough as they roamed your back, your hip, your ass, and your thighs.
At this point, he wasn't even just touching you but groping, giving your flesh squeezes here and there as he pleased.
And oh God, was he pleased.
He was drinking in everything about you.
The soft whimpers of yours that he swallowed deliciously and the way your body would tense and relax over and over again with every move of his hand. Satoru was noting every little thing about you that he never could before.
He was sure he had memorized your body now and he hadn't even done anything.
But you weren't the only one falling victim to passion. Satoru was just as big of a mess as you were, groaning with every squeeze that he would give you. He was hopeless, truly lost to the way you were giving him all that he could ever dream of.
"I need you so bad," Satoru moaned against your lips and you let out a gasp, feeling the rough grip he held on your hip.
"Show me," you whispered against his lips, letting your noses brush teasingly.
His eyes widened at how easily you accepted it. Pulling back, his hands were shaky on your hip as his eyes contacted yours.
"Are you sure?" His voice was hoarse with desire, barely a whisper as if he was afraid. "I don't want to hurt you."
Your hand on his arms snaked to cup his jaw, your thumb gently tracing the skin under his eyes. "I trust you, Satoru."
He closed his eyes, leaning right into your touch as if it was home. And maybe, it was.
Actually, Satoru was sure it was.
"But if it's too much, just tell me to stop, okay?" He assured gently.
"Okay," you nodded with a smile that he knew could have easily fished him out of darkness anytime he found his way in such a place.
With both of his hands on your hips, Satoru pulled you flush against him, lips meeting once again with an elevated taste of desire. You let him lift your leg to rest on his leg.
Your palm was on his chest and you used it to push him to lie on his back against the mattress but you never once disconnected the mess that was created by your lips against his.
Satoru gripped your hips tighter, holding you on him while he moved back so that he was sitting upright, his legs stretched out. You straddled his right leg, your fingers roaming his hair.
Tugging on the ends of the white locks in an attempt to get his attention, Satoru groaned deeply, feeling his pants growing tighter. It was safe to say that this was the only time you had failed to get his attention.
You tried to pull away from the kiss, needing a moment to breathe but Satoru's arms immediately wrapped your behind and his head followed you forward, desirous for the taste of your tongue.
God, he had waited so long for this, not even knowing if it would ever come true.
But there he sat, under you and he never thought he could ever be this happy. His hands were everywhere but they rested on the edge where your shirt ends.
"Take- Take this off," he gasped into your lips, a whine following him as he tugged the fabric.
He only pulled you away to roughly pull your shirt over your head, almost ripping it as he gleamed with impatience. The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
He was quick to have his lips on yours again for a few seconds before he leaned back, hastily taking off his shirt. The room was dark and it remained that way but the light that shone through the windows was enough for you to admire him.
His body was showered with old scars, beautiful as they glimmered in the dark due to his sweat. You didn't have enough time before Satoru stole your view of his toned abdomen, his tongue already prodding for your lips to open.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he whimpered with his tongue deep in your mouth.
His right hand was steadily holding you on your lower back, his left hand flying up to your breasts, groping the flesh over your bra. His lips lowered to your jawline, peppering hungry kisses as they trailed down your neck.
Soft whines escaped you, his lips on your neck driving you wild. He was relentless with every movement of his.
His hand on your boobs was overwhelmingly rough. And the feeling of his soft lips was so contrasting with how mean he was biting your skin and licking over it to soothe.
Your head tilted back, using your hand on the back of his head to keep him to the exposed skin on your neck. He was leaving marks but your mind was too hazy, feeling arousal begin to pool in your panties.
You felt his hand on your back skilfully unclasped the hook of your bra, the piece of clothing now on the floor with your shirt (you assumed). Pushing you against him, your back arched slightly, almost screaming when his lips wrapped around your hardened nipple.
His mouth was hot on your chest, moving from one tit to the other with extreme hunger. He moaned around the flesh, louder and getting more high-pitched with the way your fingers tugged on his hair to keep him sucking expertly on you.
He was growing harder, his cock throbbing with every sound you made, a harmony of pleasure that he caused.
Your hand wandered lower down his body, feeling the rough remnants of scars and you let your fingers trace over them longer, appreciating each and every one of them as you commit the picture to memory.
Satoru felt his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he hid in the crook of your neck.
"They're from old battles," he whispered in your ear softly.
You pulled away, seeing him colored by blood rushing under his skin. "You're so handsome, Satoru," you caressed his cheeks, encouraging him to look into your eyes.
"R-Really?" He gaped in wonder, his eyes scrunched with the need for your validation.
"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen, Satoru," you nodded, a soft smile drawn on your complexion.
You leaned forward and took his lips in between yours, cupping his jaw to keep him moving against you. Satoru's eyes rolled back, his hips bucking up in heat.
His cheeks were hot, embarrassed by his own lack of self-control and he prayed that you hadn't noticed it. But of course you did.
How could you not notice it when his hard bulge rubbed at the skin of your thigh?
Your hands danced lower on his body, lower and lower until you reached his happy trail, the feeling of the soft hair tingling underneath your fingertips. You reached the hem of his pants, pulling it and slipping your hands past his boxers.
"F-Fuck," he moaned when he felt your fingers softly grazing his tip that leaked pre-cum. "Please," he croaked out, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire.
"Hmm?" You hummed teasingly against his lips before going to his neck, now exposed with his head tilted back.
You couldn't help but feel proud as you teased him, taking in the sight of his desperation.
Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, was quite literally crumbling in the palm of your hands.
Your lips latched onto his skin, kissing, sucking, and biting down on his sensitive spots. Satoru cried out with a whimper, his hands on your waist now tightening as he felt every bit of your touch on him. His hips moved, seeking friction as he tried to fuck himself on your hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, his voice broken and desperate with your slow movements. "Touch me, please," he moaned, begging in desperation.
Your lips on his neck curved in a smirk, pleased with yourself at how well you've crumbled the man. Gently, your fingers wrapped around his dick and you could feel how girthy he was, still growing as he throbbed under your skin.
His head fell to your shoulders, crying softly with his hips weakly chasing your hand. You set a steady pace for your hands, moving them up and down his cock, occasionally pumping his base and swiping the endlessly leaking pre on his slit.
Satoru's hands could only rest on your back, fingernails digging crescents as he put up with the pace of your hands. But it wasn't enough, not at all.
By your ears, he pleaded, voice stuttering as he said, "M-More."
You nodded, heeding his wishes as you quickened your pace. Satoru showered your ear with the sounds of his pleasure, his hands now back to groping every part of your skin that he could.
But his head stilled on your shoulder, his breathing becoming more shallow with each jerk of his hips. He was a man on a mission and his mission was to reach his release at the hands of you - quite literally.
He needed more, not even caring about how fast he was approaching that high. His hand gripped one of yours on his cock, guiding your fingers to work faster on himself.
"Fuck, baby, just like that," he breathed heavily against your ears.
You could feel his dick twitching in your hands that were entangled with his very own. The pace he set with his hand on yours was rough and fast, you were beginning to lose it but his hand gripped yours tighter, fisting himself with your hands.
"I'm close," he moaned, low and slightly muffled with the skin of your shoulder pressing against his lips.
"It's okay, it's okay," you cooed softly, causing him to lean back.
In the darkness of the night, his eyes made contact with yours, noticing the red color that flushed your skin, undoubtedly matching his. Your lips were red and bitten and his heart swelled knowing that he had caused that.
"You can let go," you whispered, eyes boring into his.
Satoru nodded, his face inching closer to yours to pull you in a kiss. It was soft, quick, and gentle.
Unlike the way he was helping you please him, passionate yet fast like he was racing against time.
But he really was approaching his high and you took notes of the few things you noticed about him in such a vulnerable state.
The way his cock twitched in your hand, his hips bucking and moving erratically, his breathing shallow as he panted endlessly and most of all, the way his eyes were screwed shut in bliss, his moans growing higher in notes that melodiously passed through your ears.
"Ah- ah- I'm-" His words were cut off by his own gasps of pleasure consuming him.
You felt the thick substance on your fingers when Satoru reached his high. His eyes were closed in bliss, the sight so beautiful and erotic, that you had it memorized freshly in your mind.
His hand was slack against yours, leaving you the freedom to slow down the pace, helping him ride through his orgasm. His chest rose heavily, trying to regain his steady breathing.
"How does that feel?" You hummed, using his lack of focus to kiss his jawline, peppering sweet kisses all over his skin.
His eyes opened, heavily lidded, his pale skin now flushed and relaxed. "So good," he smiled, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the warmth you provided.
"Good," you smiled, tufts of cloud-like hair rustling your lips as you stroked his hair gently.
Satoru gently guided your hands out of his pants and led them to his tongue, licking off all his essence that smeared your skin. You hummed appreciatively at his actions, eyes fluttering with love and all that you were.
"Thank you, princess," he murmured, earning a nod from you who was oblivious to the glint of mischief that drawled on his lips. "Let me repay you," he whispered.
He didn't give you a chance to question his words before using his hands on your hips to flip you. You were laid on your back as Satoru crawled onto you, his right hand roaming your skin while his left hand cupped your jaw.
Sharing an ardent kiss, you whimpered at the feeling of his fingers toying with the hem of your shorts. He pulled away, lips now praying onto your skin as he left marks to scatter you.
His fingers at your shorts were teasing and slow, agonizing as you closed your eyes. You felt him moving up, and your eyes met him immediately as he ghosted over your complexion.
"May I?" He giggled softly, tugging at your shorts. You nodded with consent but he shook his head with a smile, nudging the tip of his nose with yours. "Say it, baby."
"Yes," you breathed before leaning up to kiss him. "Please do."
He smirked against your lips, pulling away.
He went to sit on his knees, both his hands by your sides, gently pulling off your shorts, and leaving you in your underwear. His smirk grew wider at the sight of the apparent wet spot that stained your undergarment.
You propped yourself up by the elbows, watching as he teasingly brought your panties down to your ankles and through your feet. He dangled it in front of him, teasing you with slight hints of mockery and you rolled your eyes exasperatedly.
"Satoru!" You scolded with wide eyes as you watched him jumble the piece of fabric in his hand and keep it in the pocket of his pants.
"Relax, I'll buy more for you," he winked before returning his eyes to you.
Or rather, your pussy.
Glistening under the faint color of night, Satoru sat still with eyes of awe, he was sure there were hearts bulging in his eyes. He was quiet, only admiring his view that had caused his pants to tighten again.
"Wh-What are you doing?" You mumbled, shy and looking away with red cheeks as you closed your legs but were stopped by Satoru's hand in between.
"I'm admiring you," he said with a tut, gently spreading your legs. "You're just so fucking irresistible," he moaned, placing a kiss on your inner thigh once he lay on his stomach.
"Satoru," you breathed, letting your head fall on the pillow.
"I mean it, baby, you're so beautiful," he hummed against your pussy, his hot breath fanning the most sensitive parts of you. "The prettiest girl ever and this," he smiled, placing his lips to ghost over your entrance, "This is certainly the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."
"And how many have you seen?" You quirked a brow, a tinge of jealousy brewing under your skin.
"Does it matter?" He huffed with a slightly annoyed tone.
"I don't know," you mumbled.
His lips lifted in a playful smirk. He rested his head on his knuckles that were propped up by his elbows. His eyes flickered from your cunt and to your eyes, unsure of which part of you he wanted to see.
"Are you jealous, princess?" He purred mischievously.
"Shut up," you groaned, lifting yourself up by your elbows to glare at the man.
"Gladly," he murmured silently before using his hands to pull you into his face by the back of your thighs.
"Satoru!" You yelped, taken aback by the sudden way his tongue licked a long stripe along the lips of your pussy.
"My God, love, you taste so good," he moaned, the vibrations coursing through you.
He smirked against your cunt, pulling you flush against his as he prodded into you. His nose nudged your clit, causing you to close your eyes in bliss.
"Shit," you breathed out in a moan, your hand covering your mouth.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Satoru's voice was low, vibrating against your cunt and it caused you to clench on his finger.
"What?" You frowned, unable to think anything about how his fingers managed to reach you in the deepest parts.
"Let me hear you," he whined, almost childlike. "You sound pretty," his eyes gazed at you, round and desperate with his puppy eyes. "Tastes so good, too. Like heaven," he said, licking your essence that had dripped down his chin.
He wasn't lying.
Satoru thought that if he were ever to get a taste of heaven, it would taste like you.
He returned his focus to your pussy when he noticed you heeding his wishes. His fingers left you only to be replaced by his tongue.
And you never thought his tongue could actually pleasure you this much but there you were, moaning and whimpering as he started tongue-fucking you. His groans were heavy against your pussy, and you could feel it morph into building pleasure, your cunt clenching on his tongue.
Your fingers gripped the sheets of the bed and Satoru noticed it from the corner of his eyes. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he grabbed your wrist and brought it to his hair instead.
You immediately pulled at his hair, the man now rolling his eyes with pleasurable pain. His fingers began toying with your clit but his movements soon quickened in pace.
"Oh my God," you cried, pulling his head further into your cunt.
Satoru used his left hand to lift your leg, throwing it over his shoulder to give himself more access to devour you. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure that Satoru was giving you.
"There, Satoru- Ngh, right there," you whimpered when his tongue reached that one spot inside you, feeling his flesh prod at it over and over again.
You felt the familiar build-up of pleasure all over your body. Satoru was working at you expertly, his fingers flicking at your clit with technique and skill.
"I'm- Fuck- 'm close," you whined, your breathing growing shallow as you gasped for air, desperately chasing your peak by grinding on Satoru's face.
"Go on, princess," he smiled with eagerness and awe. "On my mouth, come on," he giggled slightly, eyes blown open as he anticipated.
He didn't falter his movements at all, only adding the amount of aggression and speed. His eyes rolled in absolute bliss at the way your pussy clenched so tightly onto his tongue, refusing to let him go.
He wondered how it would feel with his cock inside you. He groaned just thinking about it.
"Fuck," you moaned loudly, feeling your orgasm crash over your body.
Your body squirmed, your fingers still in his hair. Your hips slowed down but Satoru's tongue had not.
He was drinking you up, staying true to his intentions. You could hear the wet sounds of Satoru slurping as he helped you through your orgasm.
Your chest breathed heavily, trying to regain the senses that you had lost to the way Satoru had pleasured you on his tongue. Your eyes were hazy, watching as Satoru approached you.
His skin glistened with your essence and you thought he looked so beautiful like that.
"Hi," you uttered breathily.
"Hi, love," he smiled gently, so sweet and lacking any hints of desire. "How do you feel?" He asked, his finger tracing your cheek and wiping away any tears of yours that had fallen.
"Feels good," you whispered softly.
"Great," he leaned in, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself on him. "You're so perfect," he murmured, pulling away from the kiss. "Really, so gorgeous. And beautiful. And you taste so sweet. God, I can't believe I've waited this long to taste you, baby," he groaned as he yapped to you about yourself as if you weren't you.
"Shut up," you rolled your eyes in embarrassment, your cheeks flushed and red.
"Shut me up, then," he grinned proudly.
You looked at him with a pair of judgy eyes before bringing your hand to the back of his head, pulling him to kiss you. He kissed back fervently, so hungry for more with the way the kiss deepened, creating a mess of spit and slick.
"Satoru," you called in between kisses.
"Hmm?"
If Satoru were to pinpoint exactly only one thing about you that he loved, he was sure now that his answer would be the way you say his name.
Everyone says his name in a rushing manner and he was used to it. But you?
You ring out each and every syllable as if you had all the time in the world. You say his name as if to remind you that it was his, that it was only his.
Although, he was sure that his name was created just for you to speak of.
But most of all, you say his name and enunciate every bit of it as if it were important. As if he was important.
"Please, take this off," you begged, tugging at his pants.
He smiled, pulling away to obey your words. You took in the sight of Satoru Gojo in his most vulnerable state, the most bare he could ever be. Your thighs rubbed against each other, desire creeping up your skin.
"Not again," he beamed, using his hand to spread your legs, exposing yourself. "Come on," he nudged your nose gently, his hands wrapping around you before flipping you around.
His back rested against the headboard of the bed and you were sat in between his legs. His gaze lingered on yours, fingers caressing your jawline lovingly. He placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"I love you," he whispered lowly in the air.
"I love you," you answered with as much fervor and love, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The kiss continued, blossoming into something more as passion rained over. His hands are safe against your back, pulling you in closer, flushed against his body.
"Do you want to-"
"Yes," you nodded eagerly, panting into the gap that was a mix of breaths.
Satoru's hands lowered to your ass, giving it a little squeeze while he helped you straddle him. His gaze went down and yours followed.
Both of you watched as he aligned himself to your aching hole. Your breath hitched momentarily when his red tip rubbed against the entrance of your pussy.
Your body slumped on Satoru's, your head falling into the crook of his neck. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly while he helped you lower yourself on his cock.
The second his cock began to enter, Satoru threw his head back, his lips parted to release a groan. You whimpered into his neck, muffled by his skin.
He was stretching your walls so good, you felt dizzy but full. You could feel his length inside you, and you were scared of even moving.
Once he was buried inside you to the hilt, he held you still to let you adjust to his size.
"You're so big, Satoru," you cried softly into his ears.
"Sorry, love," he gave you a light chuckle. "Whenever you're ready, okay? I can stay inside you like this for however long you'll let me."
"Don't- Don't say shit like that," you glared but it came off half-assedly.
"Why not? It's the truth, princess," he pouted, gently stroking your back for comfort.
"I can move now," you informed, slowly lifting yourself up with a moan.
"Shit, baby," he whimpered.
His hands returned to your ass, lifting you up as well. His entire length almost left you, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. You lowered yourself quickly, moaning in pleasure as he stretched you.
"So- Ngh- You're s'tight," he whimpered, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
You whined, slowly setting a steady pace as you began to move up and down his cock that throbbed inside you. Satoru was losing his composure and he found himself thrusting his cock inside you further.
"Fuck!" You almost screamed, falling limp into his body.
Satoru's hands on your hips tightened, his breathing erratic. He leaned into you, peppering kisses along your jawline, endlessly muttering, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
You nodded against his hair, pulling him impossibly closer but he leaned back. His arms around you guiding you to bounce on his cock, the pace increasing in speed harshly.
The sound of skin slapping against one another, paired with the wet noises of your slick mixing with his echoed throughout the room. His eyes longingly gazed into yours, flickering to your lips that were parted as a way for your whimpers to escape.
His brows furrowed eagerly, hungry to have more of you to taste. You had no idea how but it was as if you knew exactly what he wanted.
Giving him a slow nod, you collected the substance at the tip of your tongue before opening your mouth. Your tongue stuck out, and he watched with darkened anticipation as your spit fell onto his tongue and he swallowed it, humming as he did so.
He was near satisfaction, having something of yours inside of him, marking him up for life the way a ring couldn't. It would serve him as a reminder of the night you shared, not that he could ever forget any of it.
Satoru was desperate now, even more eager to mark you up the same way you marked him. His hips thrust into you, the pain smoothing out into pleasure that caused your back to arch into him.
"Shit, I think I'm close," he muttered, grunting with each clench of your pussy on his cock.
"Me too," you whimpered, wrapping your arms around him. "Satoru," you breathed next to his ear, earning a whine from him. "You can cum inside me if you want."
If he wants?
God, he needs.
He nodded eagerly, fingers carding through strands of your hair to meet him. His hips were growing sloppy, his focus was on you and only you.
Your lips latched onto his, letting him swallow your moans through his tongue that explored your mouth. He knew you were close, reminding himself of all the ways you would show the signs.
You were clenching so tightly around him, almost refusing to let go of him. His eyes rolled back, feeling the way you arched yourself into him without ever breaking the kiss.
"Satoru," you moaned loudly into him as you cried, letting your orgasm consume you.
He groaned inside your lips, the sound of his cock fucking into your cum was making him dizzy in all the best ways possible. His pace never faltered, only quickening.
His hands guided your ass still but your mind was too hazy to be able to control your body. It was his lone effort as he fucked himself into your cunt, his cock spasming inside you until finally, he released with a loud cry of your name.
You whined, feeling his warm semen mix with your own, dripping down his cock and falling to the sheets. His thrusts slowed down as he rode out his high, pushing his cum further and further into you. His head tilted back in heavenly bliss as his eyes were heavy on yours.
"I love you so much," he muttered, kissing you softly as you both settled.
"I love you, too," you replied with a small smile.
He remained inside of you for a little while before helping you get off him. He gently let you lie on the mattress as he climbed over you.
"Satoru," you called, causing him to study you properly. "If tonight is the only time we could ever do this, then, I think I want more."
Your words caused darkness to shadow his eyes. His lips settled into a gentle smile as he kissed you lovingly, pouring out all his emotions into such a simple and chaste press of lips.
"If tonight is the only night we could be together, then let's have each other until we're satisfied."
But neither of you thought you could ever be satisfied living a life without one another.
Still, it will have to do.
Because he was a Gojo.
And you were a Zenin.
And Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, the bearer of Six Eyes will have to leave behind the only light in his life that stood in the shape of you.
an: based on this post of mine. this was long asf 17k words but i separated it into 2 parts. uhh sm thoughts about gojo. also oml desperate gojo is so hot. gojo is so hot. i want him so bad. also i need gege to bring him back but also not but also yes. anyways, bear with me on this fic okayy
warnings: enemies to lovers-esque, forbidden love, one bed trope, angst, zenin!reader, DESPERATION HEAVY ON DESPERATION. i think that's it for part 1.
tags: @kalopsia-flaneur @bloopsstuff
Part two
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Being the strongest is everyone's dream but in Satoru Gojo's experience, almost nothing good ever came of it. He would know, of course. The strongest sorcerer, the bearer of the Six Eyes, lived with a mountain of regrets.
What did it mean to be the strongest if he couldn't save everyone? What did it mean to be the strongest if he ended up alone? What did it mean to be the strongest if, in his lifetime of darkness, he had to leave the only light in his life that stood in the shape of you?
Satoru Gojo was not just a victim of the title of being the strongest. He was also a victim of his ancestral rivalry with another one of the three great clans in Jujutsu society.
The Zenin clan was known for its strength, even surpassing the strength of the Gojo clan as a whole. But there is not a single person, sorcerer or not, that could surpass Satoru Gojo just yet.
You were the closest one to it.
When Satoru enrolled in the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High, you were brought to study in the Kyoto branch. The only time you had ever had to interact with him was during the Goodwill Events that had taken place over the course of both your high school years.
Even then, neither one of you had gotten any closer past simple acquaintances. But, you had always held a deep dislike towards the bearer of the Six Eyes.
The Zenin clan may be known to the entire Jujutsu World but the workings of the clan were hidden beneath words of their strength. You experienced it first-hand.
Having been born a woman in the Zenin clan, you were doomed to a certain type of future from the start. Much like your mother and many other women in the clan, you were forced to succumb to a childhood of serving the men of the clan.
Falling victim to their selfish needs and desires, you were submitted to their way of life. Always having to listen to their constant rambles and complaints, you were trained to heed their orders like servants.
And since many in the clan held dislike and hatred towards Satoru, you couldn't help but share their sentiment, having embedded in you that you should hate the heir to the man who once killed your ancestor.
After high school had ended, Satoru became a teacher. Your own classmates had pursued their dreams and aspirations to become sorcerers.
You, however, were stuck with the system of your clan.
You were truly a strong sorcerer, bearing an extremely powerful cursed technique but you weren't a full-time sorcerer. Or rather, you weren't allowed to.
However, there were special cases in which a mission was much too difficult or complicated that the higher-ups would request a partnership from you. Oftentimes, you were partnered up with Satoru.
Satoru Gojo was a man of too many words. His laidback personality and carelessness often swirled your blood with anger.
His never-ending rambles about nothing often had you wishing your ears were torn off. His routine of disrespecting the higher-ups was truly insufferable, leaving you as collateral damage in certain missions.
But the one thing about Satoru Gojo that truly had you crashed out with an unknown mix of emotions was the fact that above all of that, Satoru Gojo remained a caring man.
Even to you, his supposed enemy.
The girl from the Zenin clan, yet another one of them that fell nimbly to the words of the sadistic men in power. He hated weaklings and you were one of them, in that sense. But he never seemed to hate you.
No one outside the clan knew how the women of Zenin were treated. But Satoru Gojo could have guessed. And his guesses turned to knowledge.
Since Satoru Gojo knew that, it would have meant that he knew you.
So despite your glares and hurtful jabs at him, he never took any of them seriously. If anything, he made sure you could always feel comfortable to act that way around him.
Even more than that, you've witnessed him in action countless times over the missions you were both partnered up on. Without even realizing it, you somehow grew a fondness in your heart in the color of his eyes, respect taking place somewhere in there.
But he was a Gojo.
And you were a Zenin.
You were both fated to be enemies, to hate one another.
You had to always remind yourself that.
Every single ti-
"Hi," his honey-trailed voice appeared in front of you, his lips wearing a cheeky smile while his hand splayed out in a wave.
"Where the hell were you? We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago," you seethed, eyes sending him a glare.
"Relax," he dismissed with a wave of his hand before entering the car.
"Relax? We were waiting for 20 minutes!" you nagged, your words falling right into deaf ears.
You followed after him and took a seat, closing the door with slight aggression and annoyance to the man next to you who seemed to disregard anyone else's sense of time and urgency. You leaned your head on your fist, resting neatly by the door of the car.
Your eyes followed the blurred images of the road outside, pops of colors merely to you. In a few hours, the car halted to a stop, the sky already a deep shade of blue with brightened stars illuminating the night sky.
The door of the car clicked open as you pushed it away and took a step out of the vehicle, Satoru doing the same thing on the other side. You walked to the back of the car, meeting him there while your driver opened up the boot.
Reaching out, you took your bag and waited by the sidewalk. You sent a friendly wave to the driver, watching as he drove the dark-colored car away. Turning around, your gaze lifted to the modern building that was the hotel that had been booked for you and Satoru to stay the night.
"Oh, and just so you know, they only booked us one room," Satoru grinned, sparing you a glance with his covered eyes.
Your own pair of eyes widened upon hearing his words, scrambling to follow behind him as he walked first into the hotel. Part of you were skeptical, unsure whether or not you should believe Satoru's words.
But his words were proven to be the truth when you both reached the receptionist. Satoru handled the technicalities and you watched as the man handed the sorcerer two keycards.
The white-haired shaman turned to you and handed you one which you then took and kept in your pocket. Following the receptionist's words, you both turned the corner to get to the elevators, clicking on the 20th-floor button.
Silence crept upon you both as the elevator took its sweet time to reach the 20th floor but you were the first to break the silence.
"Honestly, why didn't they book us two rooms like usual?" You frowned, toying with the keycard in your pocket.
"Budget cuts," Satoru simply replied but you only met his eyes with a deadpanned look.
"Yeah, right," you let out a scoff, returning your eyes to the small monitor that showcased the current level of the elevator.
"It's the only room available," he chuckled lightly at your reaction. "It's a pretty famous hotel," he added to strengthen his words.
You hummed lowly in acceptance, eyes only focusing on the monitor. The elevator was cold and dimly lit with warm-colored lights and borders of carved wood.
Satoru's gaze fell to the floor temporarily before following your own pair of eyes to witness the white-colored numbers changing from one number to the next. A sharp release of air escaped your lips once the digital numbers displayed a precise picture of 20.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Satoru stayed behind to give you the way to get out first. He followed behind you as you led him down the cozy corridor, stopping in front of a wooden door that had a small plate on it with the number of your room.
You fished out the keycard from your pocket and held it gently against the metallic scanner by the handle. Instantaneously, the light on the scanner flashed a bright green color, sending a slight buzzing sensation against your fingers.
You turned down the handle and pushed it open, with Satoru immediately behind you. He placed his right palm against the wooden door, pushing it against the wall to ease you to enter the room.
A slight thud emitted from the door closing and you and Satoru took off your shoes before moving deeper into the room. The minute you did and noticed the arrangement of the room, you heard your bag meet the floor in a light thump as your jaw dropped in absolute horror.
"What in the actual fuck?" You twitched with disgust, your emotions emphasized with each passing word that slipped past your tongue.
You heard Satoru laugh from next to you, undeniably grinning like a smug little shit at your expression but it only made you angrier. One queen-sized bed was staring you right in the face, its neatness almost mocking you indirectly.
"It's just a bed, princess," he teased, walking past you and setting himself on the edge of the bed, only fueling your displeasure with that nickname he loved to use for you.
The first time he had called you by it, you were frowning at him like he was a creepy pervert inching to touch you. But he justified his choice of nickname by saying that in the Jujutsu World, you were the closest thing they would have as a princess.
It made no sense to you but apparently, it did to him. Though a lot of things were like that, you thought. Regardless, you were stuck with it.
"It's one bed, Satoru. One," you pressured, your eyes thinly glaring at him.
Like the concept of him calling you princess, this was yet another situation where you and Satoru did not make sense of things in the same way. He seemed unbothered whereas you were extremely bothered.
Shaking your head, you walked past the bed and towards the couch, placing your bag on the floor next to it. "Guess I'll take the couch, then," you mumbled with a shake of your head.
"Wait, what?" Satoru laughed, the sound a kind of harmony that washed over with familiarity but in the moment, it only added to your internal torment. "Don't be ridiculous, the bed is big enough for us both."
"As if I would ever sleep with you," you huffed, unzipping your bag to take out your toiletries and clothes for the night.
Curse the moon and the sky for having you live through this while bringing a short-sleeved t-shirt to pair with short shorts as your choice of nightwear to battle the heat of the summer night.
But you had no choice seeing as that was the only piece of clothing you brought for your sleepwear.
"Aww, you've thought about sleeping with me?" Satoru smirked with apparent humor.
You looked at him over your shoulder and scrunched your face in distress. "As if," you rolled your eyes, only earning a soft laugh from the man.
"But seriously, just share the bed," he persuaded gently, following your unpacking actions.
"I would rather step into Unlimited Void," you spat.
"Suit yourself," he shrugged though you couldn't see since your back was facing him but you could hear it in his words.
You hummed to yourself in approval and turned around, shock coursing through you upon noticing Satoru's fingers moving to unbutton his shirt.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" You almost shout at him.
"What?" He froze, taken by absolute surprise and clearly, oblivious to your discomfort. "I'm just tryna change," he shrugged mindlessly, not seeming to give a care.
"Go change in the bathroom, pervert!"
It was like Satoru's brain finally clicked to understand what you meant. Wearing his infamously annoying shit-eating grin, he provoked you.
"Don't tell me you're not the least bit curious, hmm?" His words buzzed through the room, taking a note lower than usual, his head slightly tilted in a suggestive manner.
You could feel your heart skipping a simple beat, suddenly finding it hard to breathe but you maintained your composure.
"Not. A. Single. Bit," you assured him with a pause in between words, arms crossed tightly against your chest and eyes challenging.
"Sure, princess," he clicked his tongue and looked away, somehow finally allowing you to breathe normally again but only for a moment since next, he took off his blindfold, revealing to you his familiar icy blue eyes.
It wasn't the first time you'd seen them but somehow each time, you couldn't help but grow a little feeling of jealousy at how beautiful his eyes were. But you would never admit that, especially to him.
Not in a million years.
You watched as Satoru spared you a quick glance with his angelic eyes before heading towards the bathroom. You stared forward, body frozen until you heard the bathroom door close and click with a lock.
Another sharp exhale escaped you as you turned around to sit on the couch, praying that the little thing could give you a good night's sleep. You began reading up the file for the mission tomorrow, hearing the water begin to run in the bathroom.
Once you had done your reading and research, you decided to scroll on your phone while waiting for Satoru to finish taking his shower.
Soon enough, the running water stopped and moments later, Satoru left the toilet, taking a step into the bedroom with his hair still damp, droplets of water falling onto the carpeted ground.
His towel hugged his waist almost loosely and just low enough for you to notice certain details that you should not be noticing. especially on him. You looked away quickly with hopes that he hadn't caught your staring but unfortunately, he did notice you.
As he always had.
Thankfully, he hadn't decided to torture you and remained quiet but his lips were pulled up in a toying smirk, proud of himself for being able to catch even the slightest bit of your attention.
You walked past him to enter the shower, leaving once you had finished refreshing yourself.
Satoru was laid on one side of the bed, his back upright against the headboard while his legs were stretched out in front of him, dressed in a simple shirt and sweatpants. His hair was undone, a few strands falling over his eyes that were focused on his phone.
Next to him was the case file for the mission, leaving you to make the correct assumption that he had been reading up on it to prepare for tomorrow. You walked over to the couch and took a seat, ready to go to sleep.
"Are you actually going to sleep there tonight?" Satoru spoke, his voice sounding a little annoyed.
"What's it to you?" You raised a brow, eyes unamused.
"We've got a long day tomorrow and that thing looks about as comfortable as a shoebox," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I'll be fine," you shook your head and lowered your body into a lying position.
"You do not look fine," he stated, eyes unashamedly staring as you fidgeted to find comfort on the cramped furniture. You remained silent in spite but after a while of tossing and turning, Satoru couldn't take it anymore. "For goodness sake, just share the bed."
His voice was raised slightly in annoyance, causing you to sit upright with just the same amount of frustration. Your eyes glared at him, mind contemplating your decisions. But eventually, your eyes glinted in the form of defeat.
"Fine," you huffed. "Only because I'm tired," you added, walking over to the bed and placing your phone on the nightstand.
"Sure, princess," Satoru grinned in victory.
"Just make sure you stay on your side," you emphasized.
"Sure, princess," he repeated his words, a softer tone taking place as he watched you get under the blanket.
Satoru took the files that were in between the two of you and placed them on the bedside table on his side. You made yourself cozy and turned to lie on your right side, back facing Satoru.
Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were stuck on your back, the way your hair fell against the soft sheets of the pillow, revealing the nape of your neck.
Your skin showed all signs of softness, mending and warming Satoru's heart with the urge to reach over and grace it against the tips of his fingers.
His lips were parted as if ready to say something, anything, just to get everything out in the open. But his head shook slightly to remind himself of the situation that lies beneath his strictly professional relationship with you.
Because he was a Gojo.
And you were a Zenin.
He had to always remind himself that.
His mind troubled and clouded with hints of you, he got under the blanket, careful to heed your wishes of having him stay only on his side of the bed. He sent you a glance, noticing that you had already turned off the lamp on your side.
Leaning forward, he turned off the light and whispered softly against the summer air, "Goodnight."
Your heart fluttered in silence at the sound of his voice so quiet in the night, feeling so distant when he was barely a meter away from you.
"Goodnight," you responded with just as heavy of a voice as he held.
Perhaps the burden that colored your wish was the same kind that he had. But you couldn't think that.
You forbid yourself to think that.
Satoru remained lying on his back, occasionally taking side glances to your back that faced him. You were quiet, softly breathing in an attempt to sleep.
He had no idea how long it was that he stayed awake in the quiet night. It was really silent that it felt loud and wrong. He wondered if you ever lived any moment in silence.
"Hey, are you sleeping?" His voice was barely a whisper but you were barely a hand-reach away from him.
"I'm trying to," you persisted, a hint of annoyance taking place.
Satoru felt a small pang of guilt for disturbing you. He let himself forget about you for the moment, and it took so much to do that when you were just there, lying next to him.
But he settled soon, falling into slumber with peace.
Having slept alone for most of your life, you were a light sleeper, easily waking up with any hints of movement that did not belong to you. And you were asleep, you were sure of it.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Your eyes jolted open in horror at the weight on your arm. Satoru's hands gripped your arm harshly but there was a sense of gentleness underlying his skin that met yours.
You were about to turn around and wake him up to give him an earful for not staying on his side of the bed when you heard the rustling sound of him tossing and turning.
His breathing was erratic as his lips emitted mumbled words of gibberish. You turned slightly, noticing how his closed eyes were in panic, lips quivering in fear and his skin was glistened with sweat.
He was having a nightmare.
Worried, you turned, pushing away his hand that held onto you like a lifeline. You leaned over the gap that lay in between you both, your own fingers reaching over to his arm to try and hold him in place but failed since his Infinity was on.
You could only watch as your hand struggled to reach him.
"Satoru," you called softly at first but he showed no response, too entwined by the horrific pictures his mind conjured. "Satoru!" You called again, louder this time.
His eyes tore open with a desperate gasp, his body erratic before settling down. His brows were furrowed, his eyes glassy, blue color boring right into yours. He was in a state of confusion, reeling back his mind and body to calmness.
"Are you okay?" You asked, voice soft and gentle.
His eyes searched yours.
All he could find was safety in the eyes of his supposed enemy. He swallowed the lump that stuck to the back of his throat, his head slowly nodding but lacking any sign of assurance.
"I-I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, fixing his position to remain on his side of the bed, much like your previous request to him earlier in the night.
"It's fine," you shook your head, your eyes hazy as you returned back to lying on the bed.
This time, you stayed on your left side, your hands resting under your head on the pillow. You were facing him, watching him carefully as he turned to meet you in the quiet of the night. His eyes were hazy, fluttering to maintain his breathing.
You could sleep.
Forget it happened, turn around, and just go to sleep.
But instead, you stayed, examining his features with concern, almost refusing to look away until he showed even a shred of normalcy.
You could sleep.
But instead, you chose to ask him in hopes of getting his mind to return to safe comfort. "Are you okay?"
Your voice was soft and intimate, traits Satoru rarely received from you in a more normal circumstance.
But he was receiving that care now and he almost wanted to be grateful for having to relive a painful memory since it meant that he could be with you in this moment.
"Just a nightmare," he answered almost consumed by pain, his eyes blue in more ways than one.
"I didn't know the strongest sorcerer gets nightmares," you chuckle softly with a hum, a desperate attempt to lighten the mood.
His lips quivered slightly in a grateful beam but his eyes darkened almost immediately at the reminder of the visions he saw in his dreams.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" You were hesitant, feeling your words slip out against the warnings in your mind.
You noticed the way Satoru's eyes widened with uncertainty, clearly taken aback by your question. His mind was wandering to find the words while his eyes searched yours for the familiar feeling of comfort.
"It was just something that happened when I was younger," he answered with a lingering doubt.
"If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen," you said, nodding a little as if to show your sincerity. "I promise not to be a dick about it," you joked.
Satoru let out a small laugh, it was laced with bitterness and relief at the same time. "When I was younger, there was this girl," he began, eyes looking everywhere but in yours. "She was a few years younger than me and she served for my family but really, she was more like a younger sister to me."
Your lips stayed shut, allowing him to further his story.
"One day, we were out and a Curse User was targeting me and ended up killing her," he finished with choked words.
"Oh my God," your lips emitted a soft gasp, your forehead frowning. "I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," he shook his head, playing it off but it was clearly lingering heavily on his soul. "It's just- I should have saved her, you know? I should have been able to. I'm the strongest."
"You were just a kid," you said gently.
Your words had acted as an anchor, taking him away from his thoughts of self-loathing. It was enough for him to meet your eyes again.
"You are so much more and so much less than the strongest," you whispered. Your feelings for him that you had been trying to ignore and suppress poured out with just a single call of his name, "Satoru."
Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer, the bearer of Six Eyes.
But even he fell victim to your words.
His eyes leaked tears, surprising himself. But what could he do?
He should be the strongest sorcerer. But you said that he was more and less than that.
Satoru couldn't take away his eyes from you even if he tried but in what world would he ever try to do that?
But you thought that his eyes were the ones that were alluring, pulling you deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of your feelings for him, clinging onto some sort of comfort in this world.
Your hand shifted from underneath your head, slowly stretching out to him, hoping to reach him but you were stuck. Like earlier, barely inches away from his skin, your palm was stuck in the infinite way time moved around him.
With your eyes longingly staring into his, you begged, "Your Infinity. Please, turn it off."
Who was he to deny you of your wish?
A smile graces your lips momentarily, your heart skipping a beat when you no longer feel the buzz of Infinity against your skin. Just a second further, your hand ghosted the skin of his cheek.
The tips of your fingers gently traced his skin while you shifted closer to him, feeling him stiffen under your touch before relaxing.
"I'm sorry, I've never cried in front of anyone like this," he stammered out his words, his breathing shaky as he felt closer to you.
"I know," you nodded. "You're always such a pain in the ass," you added with a soft laugh.
Satoru's lips were tugged in a small smile as he sniffled. "Shut up," he said, nuzzling into your hand that rested against his cheek.
"Satoru," his name slipped out your tongue in such an effortless manner, that he thought he was named Satoru specifically for you to say it.
"Hmm?" His hum took a tone higher, desperation entangled in his breathing as his eyes fluttered.
He couldn't help the urge he felt, the need to do more than just feel your touch.
His own hand traveled to yours, holding onto your wrist. His head turned slightly, placing a soft kiss on your palm next to his cheek while his eyes held contact with yours.
"What is it?"
Your breath hitched, feeling the gentleness beneath his kiss on your palm. It was reeling you in towards him in all the ways it shouldn't.
"We both hate each other," you repeated into the air between you two.
But it was useless.
That air that you breathed into was filled with longing desperation and need for each other. Your words were meant to convince yourself more than it was meant for him.
But it wasn't working, right?
Still, Satoru only smiled, his voice low and gentle as if anything louder could ruin the undisclosed passion held tightly in a string between both your souls.
"Yeah, we do," he nodded, pulling your hand away only to lift it slightly while he turned to place yet another kiss but on your wrist this time. "But, you're still here, with me. And that- That means something to me," he confessed.
"Satoru," you whispered sweetly.
Your mind was hazy with the feel of his lips on your skin, leaving you almost desperate with want. He was feeling the same way, if not more.
He swore he could never get tired of hearing the way you said his name, so sweet and gentle. It was truly meant for you.
Satoru looked at you expectantly, eyes filled with vulnerability. He gently guided your hand to rest on his chest, pressing it against his heart.
"Can you feel me?"
His heart was beating against your hand, the pace taking a quicker one as the frequency shifted into emotions. You nodded, realizing and understanding everything that he felt, mirroring your very own.
You could hear your own heart beating in a synchronized rhythm.
"Say something," he pleaded, adding, "Please."
Your brows furrowed as you allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. "We- We shouldn't be this way," you slurred.
His forehead creased, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly. "What way?" He asked with his voice unsteady and feigning ignorance just to keep this moment alive. "We're just talking."
You feel a sliver of courage consuming you as your eyes flickered momentarily to his lips. Using your hand on his chest, you pushed yourself further above the bed to meet him.
You felt just slightly the way the tip of your nose brushed against his, creating warmth as your lips only merely ghosted over his.
"This way," you murmured, your lips moving on his but not kissing him just yet.
Satoru froze, his eyes fluttering shut as he instinctively leaned into your touch. "It's- It's bad, right?" His voice trembled, hopeless in his need for you.
"Y-yeah," you nodded, remaining where you were against him. "But," you trailed, your heart growing louder in your own ears.
His eyes opened to meet yours, confused yet longing endlessly, a hand of his reaching to tuck your hair into the back of your ear before resting it on your cheek, fighting his selfish desires to pull you straight into his lips.
"But what?"
You closed your eyes, your voice choked as if about to cry. "But I want to kiss you so bad right now," you begged, letting your gaze fall on his lips.
His heart began to race, faster than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. His resolve was already crumbling and you weren't making it any easier on him.
There was nothing but a burning ache in the way you held yourself against him.
"I- I want to kiss you, too," he confessed, shaking as he did so. A moment passed and he worded, "But we can't."
You shook your head, knowing that he was right. "We shouldn't," you said.
But you wanted to.
He wanted it, too.
But he was a Gojo.
And you were a Zenin.
You had to always remind yourself that.
And you were reminding yourself at the moment.
Still, nothing seemed to matter to you in the heat of the night when you were on the bed, only a lean away from Satoru's lips that seemed so inviting.
You knew it was wrong.
More than the fact that neither one of you had the capacity for such a connection in life, you were meant to be enemies.
Be that as it may, you still wanted more.
You wanted him.
And you wanted Satoru to kiss you anyways, damn the world.
You wanted him to tell you that he didn't care, that he wanted you more than he cared about your family.
But he didn't say that.
Instead, he nodded and pulled away, placing your hand on the bed, in the growing gap between you both.
"You're right," his voice was quiet and defeated. "I'm sorry."
You wanted to cry, but you didn't. You only nodded and turned around, letting your back face him. "It's okay," you uttered silently.
He watched with his heart aching, his own mind screaming at him. His hand instinctively reached out to you, as though he wanted to pull you back.
To have you meet his eyes.
But he refrained.
"Goodnight," he let out softly, his voice was heavily laced with defeat and self-loathing.
"Yeah, goodnight," you replied half-heartedly, feeling your eyes start to rain tears that fell onto the pillow sheet.
Satoru was fixed on your back, noticing the way your shoulders were shaking ever so slightly. He could hear faint sounds of your sniffling that you tried your hardest to hide from him.
And it broke his heart.
He was overwhelmed with guilt but he knew things wouldn't end well for you if he had done what he truly wanted to do. But he wanted to comfort you, to hold you close and never let you go.
But he was a Gojo.
And you were a Zenin.
He had to always remind himself that.
Every single ti-
"Satoru," you whispered, frozen in your position, fearful to face him in such a vulnerable state.
He hesitated, his heart racing whenever you would say his name in such a whisper. It drove him crazy.
And he should probably ignore your call, but he couldn't.
He gave in to the devil on his shoulder, almost giving in to all his selfish needs. His arms slowly snaked around you, wrapping them around your waist.
He pulled you closer against his chest.
"What is it?" He asked softly, his voice hoarse with a mix of emotions that were too jumbled up for him to even comprehend.
"Nothing," you sighed, body stiffening under his hold as you attempted to push his arms away.
But Satoru refused, selfishly tightening his hold on you.
"Don't," he murmured, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as he pulled you flush against him. "Just- Stay like this, please," he pleaded, his words almost muffled by your own skin.
You relaxed against him, nodding as tears escaped you. "Just don't get another nightmare," you uttered softly, feeling him nod in the crook of your neck.
Satoru let himself rest, continuing to hold you tight, never intending to let you go if he could have it his way. His eyes fluttered shut, tickling the skin of your neck as he did so.
He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, lavender, and rosemary heavy in his nose. There was peace resonating around your being and he felt content just being there, holding you like this, even if it was only tonight.
He had never felt anything like that before. As you drifted off to sleep, he held you closer, his heart settling happily in his chest. Listening to your soft breathing and little snores, Satoru could feel exhaustion catching up with him and soon, he fell asleep, his arms loosely around you.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, you woke up and escaped his arms. So you lay down on your side as you faced him, watching him sleep.
He was peaceful in his slumber, clearly unaware of your gaze. He seemed relaxed, lips parted as he breathed softly and you were glad.
You studied his features, noting how many freckles graced his skin and committing every detail to memory, afraid to never be able to see him this closely again. His white strands fell so beautifully across his forehead, his chest gently rising and falling as he breathed.
Your eyes of admiration adored him truly, your hand hesitantly reaching out to him. A moment of fear washed over you, fearful that his Infinity would get in the way like how it had earlier in the night.
But a grateful sigh was elicited from your lips once your soft fingers felt him, tracing them over his cheek while you prayed that he wouldn't wake up.
He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering beneath his eyelids, causing you to freeze, your breath caught in your airway and your fingers stopped in place.
After a moment, he settled again and you breathed a sigh of relief as you pulled your hand to rest it under your head. There was a small smile tugging at your lips as you relished the sight of his beauty.
Soon, you fell victim to slumber just as he had.
Within a few hours, Satoru woke up, finding himself under your hold. You were curled up against him, your arms wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his chest. You were still asleep, not at all noticing that he had woken up despite his body stirring slightly.
It was weird, he thought.
You had mentioned before that you were a light sleeper yet here you were, oblivious and asleep. Not to mention, you had easily woken up earlier that night when Satoru had a nightmare.
But you were still against him, your head nuzzling further into the warmth of his chest, the blanket entangled between both of your bodies.
Satoru used this opportunity to wrap his arms around you, almost protective as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of your lavender and rosemary shampoo, scents that now had become a familiarity to him.
He had no idea how long he stayed like that but he did not care.
If life would for once be kind to him, he could live in this moment forever but life was not that generous.
Because eventually, you woke up, your eyes being met with the color of Satoru's shirt. He allowed your body to shift slightly, his heart skipping a beat when you didn't push him away immediately. His gaze lowered, meeting yours that were tilted up.
"Hi," he greeted softly with a smile so beautiful and genuine that for once reached his eyes.
It was the first time you'd ever seen him this happy.
Your eyes blinked a few times, your mind still foggy and confused. "Hi," you said. "What are you doing?"
His grip on you tightened but it was still so gentle like he was afraid to let you go but also afraid to hurt you. "I should ask you the same thing," he said, his lips grinning with a glint of teasing in his eyes. "Why are you wrapped around me like a little vine?"
"Hmm?" You shook your head, not really understanding him. "What are you talking about?"
His lips parted as he let out a small chuckle, finding your cluelessness and fogginess from having just woken up cute. He looked down to where your arms were wrapped around his waist.
"You're hugging me," he pointed out, causing you to follow his gaze. "I guess you did it in your sleep. When I woke up, you were already like this," he explained softly. "And I'm not pushing you away," he admitted, his face flushed.
"Oh," you muttered, nuzzling your head against his chest as you closed your eyes. "Can we stay like this a bit longer?" Your voice was soft, almost as if you were afraid of doing such a thing.
And maybe you were.
Because you knew you shouldn't.
But there he was, so gentle with you and so warm in all the right ways, you couldn't help but allow yourself to be a little selfish. And Satoru was shocked that you hadn't pulled away.
If anything, you only pulled him closer to you.
"Just a little longer, okay?" He whispered above your head, nodding gently as he placed a kiss on your hair.
You took in the warmth that Satoru could provide you, the kind of warmth you lacked over all your years alive. A shaky breath escaped him, his fingers gently carding through your hair as he got lost in thought only to pull himself back to reality.
Because his thoughts were depressing, reminding him over and over again that neither of you should be doing this way.
Whereas in reality, he was holding you and you were holding him.
Even if it would end soon and never happen again, he didn't care.
At least he got to hold you, to feel you against him.
But that ended, not long after, when you finally pulled away from him and he had no choice but to let you go, arms dropping to his sides as he sat up.
Avoiding your gaze, he reminded, "That can't happen again."
You mimicked his actions, sitting upright against the headboard. Your knees were folded, brought up against your chest tightly as your arms hugged around them.
You looked down but nodded in agreement. "It won't."
He nodded, his jaw clenched with regrets but he knew this was for the best.
There was not a universe where the two of you could actually be together.
He got off the bed and walked over to his bag, creating even more distance between the two of you. It was a distance that he hated.
He wished to just turn back and kiss you deeply until neither of you could breathe. But doing that would only hurt you in the end.
You were the one trapped under the claws of the Zenin clan.
"I'm going to take a shower," he informed, his tone plain and blunt.
"Okay," you mumbled quietly, waiting until he entered the bathroom before letting your head fall to the valley between your folded knees, tears slowly escaping as you cursed at yourself for having lost your composure and allowing yourself to care for him.
Satoru let the water run through his body, wishing it was your hands instead. His body fell limp, leaning his back against the bathroom wall, his head tilted back to rest as well.
His eyes were closed shut, his emotions overwhelming him. Hidden by the loud sound of the shower, he hit the back of his head against the wall, his lips emitting a curse of both pain and frustration.
He knew he had to pretend it never happened. He had to return to his usual self whenever he was with you, in a professional manner. And you knew it, too.
You had to go back to hating him.
Satoru soon emerged from the bathroom and you immediately walked past him to shower. You didn't even spare a glance at the man, worried you wouldn't be able to control yourself when seeing him in such a suggestive state.
"Hurry up," he reminded you just before you could close the door.
"I will," you replied with a hint of annoyance in your attempt to return to your Satoru Gojo-hating self.
At your tone, Satoru couldn't help but let a bitter smile adorn his lips. You were trying to return things back to normal, too. This was all for the best, right?
But if it was for the best, then why didn't it feel right at all?
Once he got dressed, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone to check if there were any updates about the case.
Once you got out of the shower, already wearing your uniform, you took a seat next to him but there was some distance, both of you careful not to recreate the scene from the night.
"Any updates?" You asked casually.
"No," he shook his head and kept his phone in his pocket.
"Shall we go? We could grab breakfast on the way to the location," you suggested, finally turning to meet him.
And for once, you were glad that he was wearing his blindfold, obstructing your view of his eyes. He looked at you with an unreadable expression before nodding in agreement.
"Sounds good," he shrugged with his lips pursed.
The both of you stood up and he let you walk first, following behind you right after as you put on your shoes and opened the door.
The elevator ride was just as slow as it was last night, the numbers staring back at you mockingly as if to remind you just how silent and still everything was and how big the confinement was yet you felt too cramped, stuck with Satoru.
You bit your inner cheek, your fingers fumbling with the hem of your uniform nervously. Your eyes fluttered in relief when the elevator stopped somewhere on the 11th floor, the doors opening up for a family of 4 to enter.
The woman flashed you a bright smile as she led her daughter in by the hand, her husband and their other daughter following suit. But that relief you felt was truly just a momentary occasion when Satoru neared you, making room for the family.
Satoru's hand was slender as his fingers wrapped around his phone, his left hand buried deep within his pocket while his right foot pressed up against the elevator wall to rest. He was the definition of casual, you thought.
But when the family of 4 was settling and the doors of the elevators were closing, Satoru's head turned and his gaze fell on you. Behind the fabric of his blindfold, his eyes had widened to see that you were staring up blankly at him already.
His lips relaxed into a soft smile but it faltered once he realized that, unlike his eyes, there was nothing to cover his lips.
Your eyes blinked a few times before letting your gaze fall forward, hints of disappointment on the tip of your tongue when you felt his Infinity acting as the barrier between you.
The elevator let out a ding to announce that you had arrived on the ground floor. You and Satoru waited until the family got out first before taking your own steps.
Walking past the lobby doors, you and Satoru were silent. The air felt fresh but the summer heat did make itself known as you walked past shops, eyes peeled for a cafe.
"What about this?" Satoru stopped, gesturing to the cafe.
"Sure," you shrugged mindlessly, following behind him as he opened the door for you to enter. "I'll go find a seat, just get me whatever," you murmured lowly, earning a nod from the man.
You found a table that had two empty chairs and took a seat. After some time of scrolling meaninglessly on your phone, your head perked up, looking around as you realized that Satoru was taking too long.
Concern colored your eyes that scanned the front of the cafe and you noticed him, standing in all his tall beauty, his white hair poking out as his back faced your direction. Tilting your head a little, you could watch the scene unfolding from the distance.
His right palm was leaning on the counter, holding his weight above it. His lips were tugged in a friendly grin, gaze towards the cashier.
The woman behind the counter wore pink cheeks, her lips cheeky and excited. You lowered your gaze slightly, noticing the way the woman's hands were atop Satoru's.
His lips were moving, telling the woman something that caused her to blush even harder and laugh louder in a squeaky giggle. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled obnoxiously as you watched the scene from your seat.
Bubbling up under your skin, jealousy took place and spread itself all throughout your body. If only your cursed technique could do more than just manipulate frequencies, like maybe allowing you to have some sort of super hearing so you could listen to their conversation.
But you couldn't do that so instead, you only returned your gaze to your phone when Satoru was beginning to leave the counter. You pretended to be surprised by his arrival at the table, sitting across you as if you weren't literally watching the way he was unashamedly flirting with the cashier.
"What the fuck are these?" You blurted, deadpanned as you looked at the pastries to the man sitting in front.
"Breakfast," he quipped happily, taking a peach strudel happily.
"Satoru, this is not breakfast," you blinked, watching the way his lips fell like a sad puppy, the sight cute as it caused your heart to flutter warmly.
"What do you mean?"
"They're all sweet," you frowned with raised brows.
"Yeah. I eat stuff like this every day."
"For breakfast?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"That cannot be healthy," you exhaled, shaking your head slightly before reaching for the plain butter croissant to start with.
He enjoyed his 'breakfast' happily and silently just as you did, your eyes wandering the cafe to watch other customers. You thanked the waitress when she came over to place both your drinks and you smiled softly upon tasting the bitter taste of the hot cappuccino with vanilla syrup.
"How'd you know this was my favorite?" You hummed while taking another sip of the hot beverage.
"You told me once", he said casually, leaving you dumbfounded but appreciating his gesture.
Silence took place as you both finished your breakfast and left the cafe and you definitely couldn't ignore the cashier's overly excited voice as she thanked you both for coming.
The walk to the location was silent, too, which was uncharacteristically Satoru.
You had always known him to talk your ear off but his lips were pursed in a thin line. And surely, you knew why.
But you definitely didn't know that he was fighting the urge to just press his lips against yours. You were always complaining to him that he talks too much, surely you wouldn't mind shutting him up that way?
He shook his head, regaining his senses of reality. Thankfully, the both of you had arrived at the abandoned warehouse that was said to be the headquarters for the cult you were investigating.
"I'll go in first while you put up a Veil," Satoru instructed, earning a nod and an eye roll from you due to his spatting of orders. "Follow up after me."
"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure," you uttered before watching the sky and the surroundings take a darker color to resemble night.
You left your spot to go and find Satoru, soon finding him hiding behind a wall. "I think those are the followers," he informed, allowing you to glance inside and see many people standing in white cloth.
Both of you watched the followers of the cult begin to ascend the stairwell in a line, much like predicted.
"I'll check to find out how many guards there are." You closed your eyes, letting your ears trace the trails of cursed energy by listening to the frequency. "There's about 3 guards in each wing," you pointed.
The plan went smoothly and the mission ended successfully though it was nearing night, not a shocker to anyone considering that it was you and Satoru who handled the case.
You both headed back to the hotel, ready to pack your things and go home but your tracks were frozen in place as your hands flew to cover your ears, a ringing pain appearing.
one more. a story where reader's CT is pretty much related to empathy so she could feel others' emotions and such. and when she and gojo are fighting a bit like he's being distant, he just asks her why cant she get it and she just says "i cant feel what you dont allow yourself to feel" and bro is just gagged.
i cant tell if this should be in angst or what i just have that specific scene in mind for some reason
thinking about gojo x zenin!reader with the one bed trope and enemies to lovers trope but they're both so in love with each other but theyre supposed to hate each other and they act like they do but when satoru gets a nightmare, reader comforts him and almost kisses him but they both know they shouldn't and they didnt kiss but ends up holding each other as they sleep but they decide to forget it and ignore it bcoz they shouldn't be together but then theyre both so hopeless like in love w each other and finds themselves in the same position the following night
i just started writing a oneshot of this but dumbass wattpad crashed and i lost about 100 words that i cant even remember what they are so im taking a break. might get it out in a few days though
thinking about gojo x zenin!reader with the one bed trope and enemies to lovers trope but they're both so in love with each other but theyre supposed to hate each other and they act like they do but when satoru gets a nightmare, reader comforts him and almost kisses him but they both know they shouldn't and they didnt kiss but ends up holding each other as they sleep but they decide to forget it and ignore it bcoz they shouldn't be together but then theyre both so hopeless like in love w each other and finds themselves in the same position the following night
thinking about writing a oneshot of reader treating gojo's wounds but he's scared to open up and be vulnerable in front of her so he has his infinity up but she persuades him to turn it off so she could help her i hope yall get my vision🙏🙏🙏
guys please help me find some fics that i swore i read here.
basically there's an armin smut and he's a nerd and a virgin and he's asthmatic. and basically they were making out and things were getting steamy and he couldn't handle it and he started getting an asthma attack like i think its a series too but im not sure but if u know, pls send it to me im dying
then there's another one and its a series too where y/n is dating jean but then she cheats on him with eren and i think they went for like a ski trip or smtg like that idk maybe camping (?) i dont remember but i remember that there was also a smut scene of y/n and jean after she cheats on eren and she feels guilty but i only remember that so if you know it pls send it im dying again
Hi! I'm back after so long but I'm not as active anymore.
But I'm here to let you know that I've just posted a new Jean Kirstein fanfiction from AOT. I'm not posting the chapters here because I am too lazy. However, I will insert the Wattpad link so you can just go there.
FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.
𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
← ᴘʀᴇᴠ
ɴᴇxᴛ →
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
"Since you're going to be joining us, I thought it would be a good idea for you to learn to use our vertical maneuvering gear," Commander Hange explained happily.
"Sure," I shrugged, replying to their display with a smile.
"Eren personally asked to help you," they added.
"Oh," I let out. "That's nice, I guess."
"Come to the yard after you've finished."
I gave them a slight nod, finishing the last bite of bread that I was given for breakfast. I slowly sipped on my drink, careful not to choke.
Once I was done, I did as told and found myself walking towards the yard outside. I saw Eren's figure near what looked like two poles connected by dark straps. It somewhat reminded me of the swings at kids' playgrounds back in Marley. I approached him, earning a soft smile from him.
"Am I supposed to go in that?" I gave a disgusted look. "It looks like a torture machine," my lips frowned as I looked at the thing and then back at him.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," he assured but it felt a little dismissive to me.
"For your information, I just finished eating-"
"Don't worry, this is just for you to learn to balance," he let out a small chuckle.
"God, okay," I nervously accepted.
Firstly, he explained to me how it works and what exactly I was supposed to do. Then he added, "But in the end, it depends on skills."
As if that would help me relax.
But I took his advice and tried it myself. And surprisingly enough, I managed to balance myself.
"Woah, this is actually kinda cool!" I exclaimed.
"See, you're good at it," he said a little excitedly.
"Yeah, I'm actually good at- Woah-"
I was almost too hung up on the excitement that I had forgotten the moment. I would've fallen forward had it not been for my legs lifting up to reinstate my balance.
My fingers gripped tightly by the sides to maximize my stability. And I would've fallen had it not been for his hands on my waist, holding me up.
"Sorry," I sheepishly let out.
"It's fine," he shook his head lightly. "Do you wanna get out and try again?"
He was close to me.
I lifted up my head slightly just so our eyes could meet. And maybe at the moment, it meant nothing.
Not yet, at least.
But I liked his eyes. They were green, with specks of blue hue. In some lighting, they might even look turquoise. But more than the color, I admired the softness behind them as he looked at me.
Still, it meant nothing to me at the time.
"Yes, please," I nodded with a smile.
And he allowed me to try again. And again. And again. Until I felt satisfied with my own performance. Since he himself wouldn't display his satisfaction verbally, only asking me if I was done or if I wanted to try again.
FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.
𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
← ᴘʀᴇᴠ
ɴᴇxᴛ →
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
I almost missed the signal, my mind warped up in the entire situation. Was I really back in my so-called hometown? Supporting the massacre of innocent people?
I would've understood if he attacked the military. I would've supported him then. I would've defended him, then.
I knew I would've.
But the sight I behold right in front of me, it was too far. I never cared about people before, I know. But this was too far. They were innocent people, children.
Wasn't it bad enough that they had been treated like trash, and discriminated against for the sake of the race they were born into? But now, they had to die?
And the worst part was that I didn't understand why. In the letters he sent us, his words were borderline senseless. Maybe if he explained it all to us properly, I would understand.
And I would defend him.
But now wasn't the time to dwell on him. I had to defend him.
My gear worked well under my touch as I reviewed the lessons I earned from him years prior. My arms moved constantly as I sent Thunder Spears to anyone who dared fight back.
I didn't know how long I had been moving, non-stop sending men to their deaths. But then again, these were the very same people who found a use for me in the pits of their underworld.
And when I heard the airship's arrival, I was unsure if I felt relieved or a little upset. Either way, I followed as planned, finding ways to reach the ship. Once I managed to touch the landing, Armin greeted me with a hand stretched out.
I let our hands connect, using my energy to push myself while he simultaneously pulled me upward. I sent him a small smile before going further into the ship. I made eye contact with Captain Levi before my eyes turned left.
"Freya, it's good to see you," Zeke Jaeger greeted, his body emitting steam from regeneration.
"Wish I could say the same thing," I sighed with a soft smile.
Just a second later, I heard another zap from behind. I turned to see Mikasa entering the ship while Armin helped him.
The very one I seek for.
Eren was on his knees, his arms holding him up from the ground.
"Damn, you're a filthy sight," Captain Levi said, nearing Eren. "Did you fall into a pile of shit, Eren?"
Under normal circumstances, I would've found that funny. But instead, all I felt now was a slight tint of betrayal, mixed with a sense of longingness.
"Captain," Eren drawled out, his voice deeper than what I remembered hearing the first night we met.
I had to stand by and watch as the Captain kicked Eren to the wall. I wished I could fight for him, but what am I even fighting for?
I stood idly by beside Armin and Mikasa, just watching the scene unfolding before us. Moments after Eren was properly tied up, my head snapped to the right. Specifically, the direction of the next carriage.
Noticing my unsettlement, Armin asked, "What's wrong?"
"I heard a gunshot," I said, a little unsure of myself but I was confident I heard something.
The uneasy feeling was contagious to the others as they joined me in keeping our guards up. Suddenly, the door that connected the carriages slid open, earning everyone's eyes.
Well, almost everyone.
I took the chance to look at him. At his eyes.
And as if he knew my intentions, his gaze immediately lowered, never once allowing me to view. Feeling defeated, I turned to Jean who was holding two kids by their shoulders. I recognized almost immediately who they were.
"Who are these kids?" Commander Hange questioned, her eyes lurking from Jean to me.
"They're Warriors," I answered. "At least they're training for it. That one," I pointed to the boy with blond hair. "That's Falco Grice. And that one," I motioned to the young brunette next to him, her eyes colorful with hatred and determination. "Gabi Braun," I said, turning to the shocked faces that Armin, Mikasa, and Jean wore. "She's Reiner's younger cousin."
"She shot Sasha," Jean revealed. "I don't think she's going to make it," he added with a tone so sullen, you would be reminded of the darkness of the clouds right before a heavy storm.
And a few minutes later, Connie entered the carriage.
I remembered how his eyes looked when I first met him. And it was a total contradiction.
His grey eyes used to be filled with light, laughter as he relayed jokes that would crack me up almost always at the wrong times. But at that moment as he confirmed Jean's words with the news of Sasha's death, I saw the light dissipating from his tear-falling eye.
Armin and Mikasa rushed to Sasha's body, no doubt to display their emotions. I did feel sad but I couldn't feel anything urging to come out of my body. Instead, I felt even more confused when Eren let out a laugh.
But I can tell it was pained.
If only he'd let me see his eyes, I would know exactly how he was feeling. And I feel like Eren knows exactly what I wanted. He was just never planning to give it to me.
Then silence accompanied the tension in the airship. Even until we reached Paradis, no one had said a word. And the night died, bringing forth a new day.
But even at the start, the air was all but joyful.
I stood dimly next to Armin, a white rose tingling between my fingers. I let out a tired smile in reminiscence of the girl we lost as I tossed the flower onto her casket.
And when I returned to headquarters and kindly asked the Commander if they would allow me to see him, I was rejected and denied. With nothing more to do, I waited in silence for the others to return.
That night, I sat on the couch next to Jean in Armin's room.
"To think Commander Pyxis would go as far as to detain the volunteers," Jean sighed, his hand under his chin as he prodded the thought.
"Since they and the Scouts are so close, we weren't told in advance," Armin said. "That's also why Freya can't be touched," he added, sending a glance to me.
"I'm sure he didn't have a choice," Jean breathed out, leaning his back against the backrest of the couch. "Until Zeke's intentions are made clear, it puts us in a real pickle."
"Freya, what do you know about Zeke?" Armin turned to look at me.
"Well, when I was still in training to be a Warrior, Zeke was already the Beast Titan. And he was the oldest one among us. With a glance, you could even say that he was a caring man. But," I dolled on, "I wouldn't trust him one bit. I don't know what Eren's doing... Trusting Zeke like this," I shook my head in refusal to accept the situation.
"Did he always know about Eren?"
"No. He only knew when Reiner came back and told us about Eren. The same last name, the same doctor-father..." I shrugged.
"Hey, did that look like Eren to you guys?" Connie suddenly asked.
He was standing by the window, his back facing the rest of us on the couch. His voice was laced with darkness, no doubt from the grievance he's put through with the loss of his best friend.
And to answer his question, I could only think about all the times I wished to look at Eren. And all the times he denied me of that. I couldn't really answer Connie's question.
"Not me. That wasn't Eren," he answered the question himself. "If he's made up his mind to side up with his half-brother over us-"
"You don't know that," I unknowingly interrupted. My own words betrayed my decision to remain silent.
"Doesn't matter. We have to be prepared to cut him down if necessary-"
"I won't let you!" It was Mikasa's turn to cut off the boy's words.
"What? Are you siding with them, too?"
"That's not fair, Connie," I reminded softly, trying not to worsen his grieving process.
"I don't think it'll come down to that. Eren cares about us. You know that," said Mikasa. "Maybe that's why he's so hostile to anyone who isn't one of us."
"We'll talk to Eren. Just me and Mikasa," Armin suggested.
"I think that's good. But, do you think, maybe, if you'd let me talk to him as well?" I requested nervously. "There's something I'd like to ask him but I would prefer to be alone with him for that."
"I see," he hummed. "We'll have to persuade the Commander."
I wasn't sure if it was because everyone was satisfied with Armin's decision or if everyone just didn't want to object to him. But everyone seemed to have accepted it.
Soon after, the rest of us made our way to our rooms. And after I changed into my sleepwear, I let myself lay on the bed.
My heart was weak in all the wrong ways. And my mind was conjuring up images of the past. And the worst part?
I didn't know if I was trying to feel better or feel worse.
FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.
𝔱𝔴𝔬
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
← ᴘʀᴇᴠ
ɴᴇxᴛ →
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
Eren had his ears open as he listened to the conversation his friends were leading. He himself wasn't much involved but it was nice to see his friends with smiles on their faces.
As they were talking, the Commander and Captain approached the group. A girl stood behind them, her eyes lurking the corners with curiosity.
Hange stepped aside to present the girl. With further explanation, Hange then began the introductions.
"My name's Freya Ludwig," she said, a small smile lacing her lips as sweetness laced her tone.
Eren's eyes were slightly scrunched. He wasn't sure if it was curiosity or confusion. All he knew was that his heart had a change of emotion. A sense of familiarity at the girl's sight.
The way her auburn bangs perfectly framed her facial structure was almost nostalgic. And the obvious gold of her eyes was almost comforting.
But he didn't know her. He didn't know who she was.
"Have we, met before?" Eren asked, almost surprising both himself and the girl.
Eren watched as her eyes widened almost slightly. Maybe it went unnoticed by others but he saw it well.
He could read the possible thoughts running through her mind. She must have thought he was crazy for asking such a question. But her denial was delivered so gently.
"Right," he uttered.
He could feel the disappointment within himself.
But it was mostly directed at himself rather than the girl. He wondered if he had accidentally creeped her out with the question. He hoped not.
Because he wanted to know more about her. Because he knew he's seen her before. He just couldn't remember where or how.
He was wrecking his brain, seeking every crevice of his interior in search of her.
He knew he'd seen her before. He knew but he just couldn't quite place it.
Soon, the girl joined their conversation, spending the aging night with them. Eren prayed that she hadn't noticed his behavior.
At first, it was an unconscious act on his behalf. But even after he realized that he was staring at her, he couldn't help it.
It was hard for him to let go of her figure. He wished he could ask her something but he didn't know what to ask. He wanted to hear her voice as she talked to him to see if that would help him remember.
But what could he say?
"Go sleep, it's late," Captain Levi scolded the group, causing them to break apart.
Eren and Armin walked side by side as they headed to their respective tents. Eren was quiet the entire way, his mind still hung up on the image of the familiar girl.
He said goodbye to his best friend with a small smile and a wave. He then proceeded to enter his tent, changing out his clothes to something more comfortable.
With hopes of getting some rest, he lay on his bed, his eyes fixed on the tent's color above him. Eren felt his heavy lids threatening to close. He allowed them to move as they pleased, hoping the slumber would stop what his mind tirelessly seeks.
He could feel his vision darkening but again, his mind betrayed him. He had no idea how long he lay in bed, eyes wide open. Needing a distraction, Eren decided to take a stroll.
Maybe it could assist him in clearing his mind.
Before he left his tent, he made sure to take a jacket with him. Not that he needed it but something inside him warned him to bring it anyhow.
He pushed past the tent's entrance, the cold wind bristling against the hair on his skin. He let out a sigh, noticing the small vapor that escaped. Eren mindlessly walked forward, following the path parallel to the sea.
The grass on the lawn danced steadily, letting the wind control its beat. Too lost in his thoughts, Eren felt her touch before he saw her due to the collision.
With a warm touch against the wintry air, Eren's memories returned. His breathing became unsteady, his body almost giving up. He would've fallen to the ground had it not been for her.
And now he knows her.
Where he's seen her.
He knows now.
"Are you okay?" Her golden eyes burned into his, worry clouding them.
Her voice pulled him back to reality, saving him from the utter madness in his mind. He tried to stabilize himself, calming himself with deep breaths as she held onto his forearm.
"Yeah," he nodded, his affirmation escaping alongside his breaths. "I'm really sorry," he apologized, his eyes softening to look at the girl.
"It's fine," she smiled softly. "I didn't know the Founding Titan is clumsy," she let out a small chuckle, trying to relieve the tension in the air.
Even in that momentary eclipse of her laugh, Eren couldn't help but stare at her further. "What are you doing out?" He questioned, his tone gentle.
"Couldn't sleep," she shrugged, letting go of his arm. "What about you?"
"Same, actually."
"Oh," she uttered, her eyes blinking against the shuddering breeze. "Do you wanna walk with me?" She worded her question carefully, he could tell. She didn't want to offend him, he could tell.
To that, he only softly smiled. "Let's sit down," he invited, earning a shocked nod from the girl.
He led her further, a short distance away from the campsite. He finally stopped by the entrance of the abandoned lighthouse.
It was a treasure he found by himself, unbeknownst to any other. And it was a treasure he found himself yearning to show her.
They climbed up the stairs, Freya's eyes scouring the tall building, awaiting the moment she reaches the landing. Eren held out a hand which she took happily.
He guided her to the view, the darkened ocean glimmering from the moonlight. He brought out two chairs, one for each of them.
"So, why can't you sleep?" The girl initiated their conversation.
"A lot of things on my mind," he answered casually, trying not to come off as a creep with the heavy need he has to look at her. "You?"
"It's hard to adjust to something comfortable," she laughed.
Eren noticed the slight shiver the girl let out, vapor escaping her lips with every word she said. But of course, he'd notice it.
He was staring after all...
And he only then realizes her provided sleepwear. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a pair of pants. The material of her clothes was thin, he could tell.
Almost an inclination, Eren wrapped his jacket around her. He knew his action shocked her. Truth be told, it shocked him too.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked, her gaze lowered to her feet. Before he could say anything, she added, "Do you know why I was sent here in the first place?" She looked up at him, and he swore he could get lost in her. "I was supposed to kill you," she breathed out.
"Then why didn't you?"
"We both know the answer to that," she smiled.
Her gaze returned back to the sea. Her eyes were lighted up with a sense of serenity.
Almost all the despair in life seemed to have been lost from her mind. Her golden pupils illuminated under the moon's shine.
A sight to behold as Eren devoured the view of her figure.
"Ah, it's so beautiful, isn't it?" She exclaimed happily, taking in the sky and the sea's opposing darkness.
It was a simple question to which he knew the answer.
Their lives were written the moment they were born.
And he was meant to love her.
In the short time that he was left with, he was meant to love her.
So with his eyes addicted to her entire being, he answered the question with his voice of earnestness and genuine.
FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.
𝔬𝔫𝔢
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
← ᴘʀᴇᴠ
ɴᴇxᴛ →
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
I felt my lashes fluttering against the skin of my under eyes. The blurry vision of the thin hair soon cleared out to show me a few silhouettes standing before me. Blinking a few more times, the silhouettes soon turned to unfamiliar figures.
My mind stung, a slight ringing haunting the back of it. Blurred pictures were then put together and I regained the memories of moments before.
Letting out a slight gasp, I noticed- Felt the soreness in my wrists. Glancing back, I saw my hands tied behind my back. Returning my eyes to the group of people, I scanned them quickly.
"Hi!" The one most in front excitedly exclaimed.
One of their eyes was covered with a patch while the other one was covered by their glasses. But I could still see their excitement. Weird, to be excited with someone you'd just tie up.
Regardless, I remained quiet. To this, the same person introduced themselves.
"My name is Hange Zoe! I'm so excited to have you here!"
"You're gonna scare her off like that," I heard a deep voice say.
I shifted my gaze to look at the short man standing next to the person called Hange. He had his eyes darkened and sharp on me, clearly intimidating me.
Sadly, it worked. I feel tense under his gaze.
"Oh, is that right? I'm sorry, then," Hange apologized. "In any case, do you know where you are?"
"Paradis," I answered, my voice raspier than usual which causes me to swallow my saliva.
"She speaks," the man from earlier sassed.
"You hijacked my boat," I said as the memories from earlier returned properly.
"Sorry about that," Hange sheepishly apologized. "We just wanted to talk."
"Do you think tying up the person you want to talk to is a good start?" I let out, a playful smirk drawled on my lips.
"I hope you can forgive us for that. After all, we were told to be careful of your abilities," Hange chuckled lightly.
"My abilities?" I questioned with my smirk from earlier still on display. "I doubt there's anything I can do against the Founding Titan."
"We hope it won't come down to that."
"I understand," I nodded my head. "So what do you want to talk about?"
"It's our understanding that you're a Warrior-"
"More like a rejected Warrior," I scoffed. Seeing the questioning look on Hange's complexion, I explained further. "When I applied to be a Warrior and underwent training, I wasn't as qualified as the others. So, instead of putting my life on the front lines, the government decided they could use someone to do their dirty work."
"You were an assassin," the short man concluded.
"I still am," I shrugged mindlessly. "I was sent here to assassinate the Founding Titan."
"Why are you telling us all this so easily?"
"I figured this would happen," I simply said. "The Marley government is too arrogant to think they could easily kill the Founding Titan. I mean, I'm a good assassin. With humans, that is. But when it comes to Titans... That's a little out of my forte. For all I know, the only reason they sent me here was so I'd get killed."
"So, you're betraying your country?"
"I couldn't care less about them," I laughed humorlessly, my eyes returning back to the man. "If you want me to work with you, I'd happily oblige. But maybe you could start by taking these off me?" I raised my brows, my head tipped to my tied hands.
"Of course, of course!" Hange nervously laughed before approaching me to untie my hands.
Immediately I brought them forward, slightly massaging my sore wrists. "Thank you," I mumbled, though clear enough to be heard. "So, I assume you're the one in charge here?" I rose my brows as my pair of eyes darted to Hange.
"Commander of the Scout Regiment, Hange Zoe," they stretched out a hand which I took firmly as I shared a handshake. "This is Captain Levi, our Strongest Soldier," they gestured, earning a nod from the man called Levi.
"I'm Freya Ludwig."
I was then brought to a camp filled with more people. Though I expected to see adults like Hange and Levi, I was instead met with teenagers, seemingly around my age.
Hange introduced me to them, one by one. Despite my being from the other side, they seem to have accepted me, not bearing any form of hatred. At least none so far from those I've met. However, I was struck with surprise when one of them -the very one I was meant to kill- asked me something.
"Have we, met before?"
His voice was soft and careful as he asked, almost scared of my answer. But he also seemed unsure. And I wasn't the only one taken aback by his inquiry from the looks of his friends.
"Uh, no, I don't remember ever seeing you," I answered nervously with all the eyes on me. "This is my first time here," I added.
"Right," he uttered lowly, almost unnoticed. Almost. "I'm sorry. Forget I asked," he pleaded, his gaze lowering in what seemed like a disappointment.
But what did he expect me to say?
It wouldn't make sense if I said I did. If anything, I'd just be lying. The closest thing I had to him was information about one of the Titans he held alongside a brief description from Reiner who was sent to infiltrate the island. And the memory of his Titan hijacking my ship.
I tried to ignore the odd question from him earlier but even as I conversed with the others, I could feel his eyes on me. It was an odd sensation, almost a burn in a place foreign to me. The burn was unlike the ones I was used to. Still, I tried hard to ignore it.
I was glad when Levi came to the camp to inform us that we should all head in. One of the girls, Sasha Braus, was assigned to lead me to the tent I will be staying in. Thanking her, she sent me a bright smile and a wave before leaving.
It was safe to say that I was in disbelief at the hospitality I'm receiving. My own tent with a bed. I couldn't even remember the last time I spent a good night's sleep on a proper bed.
Before I could break into the bed, I saw a figure looming outside my tent, their shadow cast under the sky. With my green light, the figure entered and it was one of the girls from earlier.
Her name was Mikasa Ackerman. In her hands were neatly folded clothes that she proceeded to hand to me.
"A change of clothes for you," she clarified.
"Thank you," I replied with a small smile, earning a nod from her.
I took the clothes and she left soon after. I ensured the tent was properly closed before I began stripping off my clothing. My body felt rather tired, but it wasn't new to me.
Once I felt the new fabrics touching my skin, I let out a hum of relaxation. The clothes touched nicely against my skin, leaving a chill feeling that would bring a sense of calmness to my mind.
Then, I resumed my intention before Mikasa gave me a visit earlier. I approached the bed, kicking off my shoes before I laid myself on the bed, my legs dangling over the edges. I felt shivers down my spine at the sudden comfort in this world that I was taught to hate.
I pushed myself further into the bed, letting my body sink into the soft material. I was hoping to have achieved long hours of sleep but it seemed that my body had to adjust to the environment.
The strong wind had jolted my senses, triggering my fight or flight mode which ultimately caused me to awaken from my sleep. I blinked my eyes open which were now wide awake.
Despite my urges and tries to return back to slumber, I was met with failure. So to fill my time, I decided to take a stroll along the campsite.
FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.
𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
← ᴘʀᴇᴠ
ɴᴇxᴛ →
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
He opened his eyes, his breathing erratic. Droplets of sweat tainted his skin, the temperature feeling higher than it should be. His body had somehow jolted upwards into a sitting position.
His limbs shook wildly, scattered scenes of the future, the past, and the present haunting him. Once he realizes his whereabouts, his skipping heart settled down to an average rhythm. His right hand flew to his face, wiping his sweat away.
"Another dream?" He heard his friend asking him.
"Yeah. The same one," he answered breathily.
"Do you remember anything?"
"No," he shook his head, his fingers gripping the front parts of his hair. "I keep seeing the same things but the only thing I remember is her face."
"And you have no idea where you've seen her before?"
"Not at all," he sighed, his breathing finally calming down.
"And you don't know anything about her?" His friend asked gently before getting up suddenly. "You must be tired. I'll go get you some water."
And silently, away from his friend's ears, Eren mumbled to himself.
FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.
自由な
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
← ᴘʀᴇᴠ
ɴᴇxᴛ →
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
FREE
/friː/
-able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.-
