Baby you are the baddest
Baby you are the baddest, baby you are the baddest girl
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 u 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆? 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.
Characters - nanami kento , gojo Satoru and Suguru geto
Warning ⚠️ : contains suggestive smut, sexual content!
Gojo Satoru
Jujutsu Tech was hosting a huge party for all the students and teachers, and as one of the teachers, you were excited at least, you tried to be. You had asked Gojo to accompany you, but he refused, saying he was the organizer and had things to handle. So, you arrived alone.
You were wearing
Beautiful Right? Right??
But the moment you stepped in, something felt off. The room was filled with stunning people your coworkers looking absolutely amazing, dressed to impress. You knew you were beautiful, you reminded yourself over and over, but tonight… you just weren’t feeling it.
Then you saw her.
Gojo’s ex.
She was wearing blue too, but hers was a deeper, richer shade. Her dress was shorter, hugging her figure in all the right places. She looked effortlessly stunning, drawing attention from every corner of the room. Compliments flooded her way, and with each one, your confidence sank a little more.
Before you could spiral any further, a loud voice echoed through the room.
"ATTENTION!"
Gojo.
He cleared his throat, a smug grin already forming. Then, as expected, he started the program with one of his signature flirty lines something smooth, playful, the kind of thing he always did. Normally, you’d just roll your eyes, maybe even laugh.
But tonight?
Tonight, it just made you feel worse.
Everyone clapped, the room filled with cheers and applause. Lost in your thoughts, you barely reacted until Utahime lightly smacked your arm, snapping you out of it.
“Come on, at least pretend to enjoy yourself,” she muttered.
You let out an awkward snort, forcing a small laugh as you clapped along with the crowd. But no matter how much you tried to play along, that sinking feeling in your chest just wouldn’t go away.
His eyes scanned the crowd as he spoke, but the moment they landed on you his breath hitched.
For a second, his mind went completely blank.
Why the hell were you looking like that in front of them? Dressed so beautifully, so effortlessly stunning, yet standing there with an unsure look on your face? It made his chest tighten in ways he didn’t expect.
And the worst part? He was the one organizing this damn event meaning he couldn’t just walk over to you, couldn’t pull you aside, couldn’t do a damn thing about the way you were making his head spin.
Frustrating. Absolutely frustrating.
With every passing second, the insecurity crept in deeper. No matter how much you tried to shake it off, the feeling only got worse.
Then, between the chatters and musics, you heard a voice that made your stomach drop.
"Satoru was definitely checking me out. He still thinks about me. Maybe I can get him back." His ex..
Absolutely not. What the fuck?
"Hell nah, he has a girlfriend," her friend scoffed.
But she just waved it off, laughing dramatically before saying something that hit you like a punch to the gut.
"That girl? Yeah, she looks good, but be real would you pick a cute girl with a basic look or someone hotter?"
Her friend chuckled, brushing it off like it was nothing. But you?
You stood there, frozen.
And for the first time tonight, a terrible thought crossed your mind.
Maybe… just maybe… she was right.
You couldn’t do this. Not tonight. Not anymore.
Your chest felt tight, your hands clenched at your sides as those words replayed in your head over and over again. Would you pick a cute girl with a basic look or someone hotter?
Maybe… maybe she was right. Maybe Satoru deserved someone better. Someone who could match his energy, his confidence someone who wouldn’t feel small next to him.
Your vision blurred slightly as you turned on your heel.
Hell nah, you were not staying here any longer.
Maybe you'd even
No. The thought hurt too much to finish.
But a small, painful voice in your head whispered anyway.
Maybe you should break up with him.
Gojo was stress-eating sweets.
He had been trying really trying to get you off his mind, but it wasn’t working. Every time he glanced in your direction, he felt that same frustration bubbling up again. Why the hell did you have to look so good tonight? And why did you look so sad?
He hadn’t even noticed his ex in the crowd. Didn’t care, didn’t want to care. As far as he was concerned, she didn’t exist.
He took a deep breath, ready to continue his speech, when something caught his eye you.
You were leaving.
His heart lurched. And were you… wiping tears?
His stomach twisted, but on the outside, he kept his usual grin. Flashing a charming smile to the crowd, he smoothly passed the mic to Geto without missing a beat.
Then, without hesitation, he followed you.
You walked outside, tears streaming down your face as you tried to steady your breathing. Your chest ached, and no matter how hard you tried to push the thoughts away, they just wouldn’t leave.
Before you could take another step, you heard hurried footsteps behind you.
“Oi—”
Gojo caught up to you in an instant, his usual carefree presence feeling different this time. He let out an awkward laugh, but it wasn’t his usual teasing one. No, this one was tense forced. Because if someone had done this to you, if someone had hurt you enough to make you cry, he would fucking hollow them without hesitation.
This was the first time he had ever seen you like this.
And for the first time in a long time, he felt unsure.
His voice wavered slightly as he reached for you, hesitating before speaking.
“B-baby… who got you crying like that? Tell me, what’s happening?” He tried to mask the worry in his voice, tried to keep up his usual playful charm, but it was useless his concern for you was far too obvious.
You swallowed hard, looking up at him, your heart breaking before the words even left your mouth.
“Gojo… let’s put an end to this.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
His mind short-circuited.
What in the world did you just say?
He looked at you like he had just seen a ghost.
For a moment, he didn’t move just stood there, staring at you, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard. Then, without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed your hand, gripping it tightly like he was afraid you’d slip away.
“It’s not time to joke, babe.” His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it something desperate, something scared.
But you only shook your head.
“I’m not kidding, Satoru.” Your voice wavered, but you pushed through. “I looked at myself… and then at your ex… and I realized no, not realized, because it’s the truth you deserve someone better than me. Someone more attractive, someone at your level. After all… you’re the strongest sorcerer.”
You expected him to laugh it off, to tell you you were being ridiculous. But the way his jaw clenched, the way his grip on your hand tightened just a little more
He wasn’t laughing.
He was mad.
Not the kind of playful, teasing irritation he usually had no. This was different.
It wasn’t just anger. It was disappointment. Not at you, but at the fact that you his girl were standing here, crying, actually believing you weren’t enough for him.
His eyes darkened for a split second, jaw tightening as if he was holding something back. But then, just as quickly, he dismissed it, forcing a smile onto his face.
And if you were being honest… that smile scared you a little.
Before you could say anything, he moved.
Swift, effortless he scooped you up into his arms without warning, ignoring your startled gasp.
“Satoru what the hell?”
“Shh, sweetheart.” His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone that made your breath hitch.
Without another word, he carried you straight to the washroom, his grip firm, his expression unreadable.
He gently pulled you inside the bathroom and started to make out with you.
The moment he locked the door behind you, there were no words.
No hesitation.
Just him grabbing you, kissing you, devouring you.
It was rough, desperate, his lips crashing onto yours with a force that left you breathless. First, you had shown up looking so damn beautiful, completely stealing his focus. And then, you had the audacity to say you wanted to break up because you weren’t enough for him?
Enough for him?
Fucking enough for him?
You were everything to him. The most perfect, precious woman in the world. He saw perfection in every flaw you thought you had, and the fact that you couldn’t see it? The fact that you even doubted it?
It pissed him off.
His hands cupped your face, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with something unreadable, something intense, before he let out a sharp breath and snorted a quiet laugh.
Then he kissed you again.
Again.
And again.
“Ooo, look at this woman,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with something dark, something possessive. His hands trailed down, fingertips skimming over your thighs inner thighs, to be precise.
Your breath hitched.
“S-Satoru, what the fuck?” Your voice wavered as you tried to gather your thoughts. “What if people-”
“They’re too busy, babe,” he cut in smoothly, lips brushing against your jaw as his fingers traced slow, teasing circles.
“But what if they catch us…” you whispered, your pulse racing. The last thing you needed was for someone to walk in and see this.
A smirk curled against your skin.
“I hope nobody catches us,” he hummed, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.
Then, he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.
“But…” he murmured, voice thick with amusement, "I kinda hope they catch us"
You gasped, hands gripping onto his shoulders when his fingers ghosted over the thin fabric covering your heat.
“You wore blue for me, no?” His tone was teasing, but the satisfaction in his voice was undeniable.
It was true. You had wanted to look good tonight. But more than that, you knew blue was his favorite color.
And yet, as his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along your waistbandyou found yourself lowering your gaze , feeling shy.
"You are so gorgeous," he hummed against your skin, his lips trailing along your jaw, pressing slow, lingering kisses.
"Baby, you’re the baddest girl… nobody else matters. Not anyone. Only you."
His voice was low, dripping with conviction, and the way he said it like it was the most obvious fact in the world made your head spin.
It was almost like he was gaslighting you into believing you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist.
And fuck it was working.
He gently pushed your dress up to your waist, exposing your soft skin to the cool air. His touch was slow, deliberate like he was savoring every moment, every reaction.
Then, with the same maddening patience, he hooked his fingers around your panties and slid them down, removing them effortlessly.
But instead of tossing them aside, he smirked and casually slipped them into his pocket.
You gasped, your breath hitching as you instinctively clamped a hand over your mouth.
His smile only grew.
"Oh?" he mused, tilting his head, eyes dark with amusement. "Shy now, baby?"
You said nothing your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Each one sent a shiver down your spine, his lips warm, teasing, possessive.
Your fingers curled into his shoulders, gripping onto him as he moved lower, his kisses trailing along your collarbone.
Then, without breaking contact, you heard the soft clink of metal.
Your eyes flickered down just in time to see him unfastening his belt, the sound making your stomach tighten with anticipation.
Satoru smirked against your skin.
"Still think I don’t want you, baby?" he murmured his voice dripping with amusement as he pulled his belt smoothly.
You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your face as he slowly slid the belt from its loops, letting it fall to the floor with a quiet thud. His fingers moved next, unbuttoning his pants with agonizing slowness like he was giving you a chance to stop him, to protest, to run.
But you didn’t.
You couldn’t.
Not when his lips returned to your neck, kissing, biting, claiming you.
His hands roamed over your bare thighs, squeezing, kneading his touch firm yet teasing, possessive yet gentle. He was so big, his presence alone swallowing you whole.
"Still quiet?" he murmured, voice laced with amusement as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Not gonna fight me on this?"
Your breath hitched when his fingers slipped higher, parting your thighs with ease.
"Satoru—"
"Shh, sweetheart." His thumb brushed against your clit, barely applying pressure, yet it was enough to send a shiver through you.
Your legs instinctively tried to close, but his grip was firm.
"Uh-uh," he tutted, his other hand gripping your hip. "You’re not running from me now."
You let out a shaky breath, fingers digging into his arms as he kept up his slow, torturous pace, his touch deliberate, calculated meant to break you.
His lips brushed against your ear, his voice dropping lower, thick with something dark and dangerous.
"Let me show you just how fucking perfect you are."
And that’s how it was Satoru making love to you in the bathroom, his touch reverent yet desperate, like he needed to prove something to you.
You muffled your gasps and moans, biting your lip, your hands gripping onto him as he moved against you, within you, filling every inch of your senses.
His eyes never left yours, filled with something deeper than lust something raw, devoted.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses wherever he could reach.
“So fucking perfect for me.”
He watched you intently, drinking in every expression, every quiet sound, and when you looked up at him desperate, vulnerable he swore under his breath, leaning in to kiss you again.
As if he could make you feel just how much he meant every word.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t stop touching you, didn’t stop kissing you, didn’t stop whispering words that made your chest ache and your stomach tighten.
"God, baby… you have no idea what you do to me." His voice was hoarse, filled with something dangerous, something utterly worshipful.
"You’re not just beautiful. You’re stunning. The kind of gorgeous that makes people stop and stare, but they don’t even know the half of it."
His hands slid over your body, tracing every curve, every inch of skin like he was memorizing you.
"It’s not just your looks, sweetheart." He pressed a lingering kiss to your collarbone, then another, his lips trailing up your neck. "You. It’s you. Your smile, your laugh, your stubborn little attitude that drives me crazy."
You whimpered when he thrust deeper, and he groaned at the way you clenched around him.
"You’re so fucking smart, too," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "The way you think, the way your mind works I swear, it’s the sexiest thing about you."
His fingers threaded through yours, pinning your hand above your head as he met your gaze.
"And don’t even get me started on how kind you are," he breathed, his tone almost pained. "You care so much about everything, about everyone but you don’t even realize how easy it is to love you."
Your heart clenched.
"You are everything to me," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. "So don’t you ever say you’re not enough for me again."
Then, with a smirk, he tilted his head and added,
"If anything, I should be worried about keeping up with you, gorgeous."
After some moments, you heard the click of heels approaching, and before you could even react, the door swung open.
It was none other than his ex.
Her eyes widened in pure shock, and her makeup kit slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.
But Satoru?
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he smirked, his movements slow and deliberate as he reached for his discarded jacket and draped it over you, shielding your exposed skin.
Then, as if this was the most casual thing in the world, he turned to her and tilted his head.
“Oh?” His grin was lazy, smug. “Didn’t see you there.”
His grip on your hips tightened possessively before he let out a soft chuckle, his tone downright mocking.
“Hope we didn’t… interrupt anything.”
His ex ran away crying, heels clicking rapidly against the floor as she bolted out of the bathroom.
Satoru barely spared her a glance.
His attention was still on you.
His smirk softened into something more genuine as he gazed down at you, his hands gently running over your waist, your thighs, as if grounding you.
“Look at you, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your flushed cheek. “So fucking pretty… too pretty to be worrying about anyone else.”
You tried to say something, but your head was spinning, your body still trembling from everything. Words felt impossible.
Satoru chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, his expression dripping with admiration.
“Lightheaded already? Cute,” he teased, but his tone was filled with nothing but warmth.
He kissed you again slow and deep before murmuring against your lips,
“Let’s get you cleaned up, gorgeous.”
Satoru cleaned you up with a level of care that made your heart ache his usual teasing replaced with soft kisses, gentle touches, and whispered praises.
“Still with me, sweetheart?” he murmured, smoothing down your dress and fixing your hair, his blue eyes scanning your face like he was checking for any signs of discomfort.
You nodded, still too dazed to form actual words, and he chuckled, shaking his head.
“God, I wrecked you, huh?” His smirk returned, but his touch remained soft, almost reverent.
Before you could even try to respond, he scooped you up into his arms effortlessly.
“Satoru—”
“Nope, not letting you walk,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he carried you out of the bathroom. “You look too fucked out to stand properly. And besides…” He grinned down at you. “Gotta make sure everyone sees you wrapped up in my jacket, looking all cute and satisfied.”
Your face burned as he carried you back into the party like you were the most precious thing in the world.
Every single head turned.
Gasps. Stares. Murmurs.
Your coworkers exchanged looks, some shocked, some amused.
And his ex?
Nowhere to be seen.
Satoru, on the other hand, was absolutely thriving. He wore his usual cocky grin, his chest puffed out like he had just won the grandest prize of all.
Which, in his eyes, he had.
Because you were his.
And he had just made damn sure everyone knew it.
And in that moment, wrapped up in his arms, surrounded by the warmth of his jacket and the even warmer way he looked at you
As he carried you through the party, past all the stares and whispers, he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before murmuring against your skin
“You know… in this whole damn world, you’re the only one who can bring me to my knees.”
His voice was soft, but his words carried weight, filled with something undeniable.
Because Satoru Gojo the strongest, the untouchable, the man who stood above all
Would willingly fall for you, every single time.
All your insecurities melted away.