Characters: Lee!Geto, Lee!Gojo, Ler!Megumi, Yuji, Nanami
Summary: Gojo and Geto have been fucking menaces (What a shock), terrorizing everyone with tickles. Megumi has had enough of their antics, and decides to use a new trick he learned with his domain to teach them a lesson.
Words: 4960
A/N - SURPRISE! I want to give a HUGE thank you to my wonderful, amazing dear friend, FluffAnon (Not real name, wishes to remain anonymous) who co-wrote this fic with me! It was a ton of fun, and many memes and silly moments were shared as we wrote X3 She also came up with the idea for the prompt ^^
This fic was written in 5 hours by us, we hope you enjoy!
Tickletober 2025 Masterlist
Megumi returned back from his mission to an eerily quiet school. The air was still, the breeze was nearly non-existent and his gut was telling him something was off which was never a good sign.
His guard instantly went up, trying to focus enough to… Yup. There it is. Cursed energy signatures.
His muscles tensed and he approached the double doors decorated in cheerful Halloween decorations, a once peaceful scene painted with unease.
When he touched the doors, he felt the surface of a barrier. Was it to keep people in? Or to keep people out? Just what was in there wreaking havoc in the halls?
The barrier rippled like disturbed water when he pushed his hands into it, and soon, he was through the threshold.
Once Inside, he could hear screams in the distance, and without thinking he sprung into action. He took off towards the source of the chaos without so much as a plan, his head swimming with potential threats, each worse than the last.
Yuji was just walking through the halls with his arms behind his head in a casual manner. He then saw Megumi fly past him in a hurry. “Fushiguro?? Where are you–” Yuji had tried to get Megumi’s attention yet the shadow user quickly rushed past him without so much as a hello.
Megumi didn't stop, his brain too dead set on rushing towards the sound of the distress. Even though- in hindsight; why was Yuji just standing there when there was clearly trouble??
When he burst into the classroom, expecting a curse to be attacking someone, he got the answer to his burning questions.
The curse(s) in question?
Satoru and Suguru.
Of fucking course.
Megumi slowly untensed as he stared in annoyance at his two teachers. “What the hell are you both doing?!” He rasped, narrowing his eyes that were likely twitching in annoyance.
Satoru and Suguru paused their task of reducing a very flustered Nanami to a laughing heap on the floor.
“Ah, Megumi! Welcome back from your mission.” Suguru greeted with a kind smile, as if he hadn't just been obliterating Nanami. It was always his innocent smile that made the more “mature” Sensei seem like anything but innocent.
“Yo, Megs! How'd the mission go~?” Satoru asked, grinning widely at his unofficially adopted son, his finger’s stilling the playful torment briefly.
Megumi ignored them both and walked past them, kneeling down next to Nanami and helping him up. “You alright, sensei?” he asked quietly, a subtle note of concern in his voice.
“Heyyy, don't ignore us!” Satoru whined, throwing himself dramatically on the floor next to Megumi like a child who was just denied their favorite treat.
“Yeah, that's not very nice.” Suguru pouted. “And speaking of not nice, why does Nanami get called sensei and not us??”
‘Because he doesn't act like a petulant child.’ Megumi thought to himself internally.
Megumi ignored their complaints, knowing it was pointless to argue with either of them when they were in chaos mode.
“Yeah… I'm fine.” Nanami mumbled, smoothing a hand through his disheveled blond hair. “Thanks.”
“What happened?” Megumi asked simply yet more than likely already knowing the answer.
Nanami sighed, picking his glasses up off of the floor and slipping them into his shirt pocket. “These two heathens are deep in the throes of chaos mode. They've been wrecking everyone they come across, no one has been safe.”
“Even Shoko? Man, you two really do have a death wish.” Yuji chuckled from the doorway. The pinkette had finally caught up to Megumi who darted past him earlier.
“We didn't make it out of that one unscathed…” Suguru smiled in exasperation. Satoru rubbed his cheek absent-mindedly, reliving whatever it was she did in retaliation.
“Good.” Nanami huffed indignantly, crossing his arms. “At least you two got a taste of your own medicine…”
Megumi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why are you idiots torturing everyone?”
Satoru threw himself against Megumi, draping his arms around the teen. “Why else?? Because everyone is too serious and boring! They all needed a good laugh, and we provided!”
“Get off.” Megumi grumbled, pushing Gojo's face and shoving him off of him. Though Gojo just chuckled in response to Megumi’s shove.
“We've gotten Shoko, Yuta, Maki, Haibara, Yaga, and of course… dear sweet Nanami~” Geto recounted their antics to the emo boi, a fond tone to his voice.
“Don't refer to me that way.” Kento sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
Megumi's eye twitched. These two idiots never learn, do they? Why do they always have to choose chaos at every turn?
“Uh oh, Suguru… looks like we made ‘dad’ mad.” Satoru exaggerated the word, referring to Megumi in this instance and not Nanami… for once.
Suguru chuckled, shaking his head fondly at his best friend's comment. “Yes, It would appear so…”
The pinkette snickered at the exchange from the doorway. “Careful, he might put you both in time out.” He teased.
“Don’t encourage them.” Megumi growled, sending a glare Yuji’s way. Though there was no real malice behind Megumi’s glare. Yet one thing was certain.
Gojo and Geto cannot get away with torturing people with tickles. And for once, Megumi would put them in their place.
In fact, a devious idea started to creep into Megumi’s head and he smiled. But it wasn’t that joyful smile where someone remembers a funny joke. This smile was more unhinged. And it only grew when Megumi started to throw gang signs which were the exact ones that conjured his Domain expansion.
“If you clowns are gonna play games, then I can play too.” Megumi mumbled under his breath before a dark chuckle escaped his lips. Soon the classroom started to shift and morph. The walls were consumed by writhing shadows and the floor was replaced by a black liquid that was ankle deep. Pillars of pure darkness were erected which the black liquid crashed against them softly.
Now Geto and Gojo were trapped inside Megumi’s domain. At first, the two teachers were genuinely impressed that Megumi conjured his domain expansion. It even seemed like Gojo was about to cry tears of joy as his heart swelled with pride. But that pride would soon be replaced with a new sense of concern.
The black liquid had a hold on both Geto and Gojo’s ankles which was holding them in place effectively. As the two teachers looked down they could swear the liquid was like one giant organism reacting to someone’s command. Only that someone was Megumi. And his command? To wreck the ever loving SHIT out of them.
“EWWWW! What is this gunk?? It better not ruin my new shoes, young man!” Gojo complained, playing off his concern and deflecting with humor as per the usual.
“Some sort of shadowy liquid?” Geto mused, his violet eyes narrowing in concentration as he watched the pitch black liquid swish around. There was movement, but it also felt lifeless at the same time. Kind of like Schrodinger's shadow gunk™.
“My point still stands, you’re grounded if it ruins my shoes!” Gojo reiterated his previous complaint with a whinier tone. If that was even possible.
Megumi scoffed at Gojo’s incessant whines, rolling his eyes as he kept his hands together. “I think your shoes are the least of your worries right now. I, and everyone else have just about had it with your constant bullshit, so it's high time someone teach you both about the consequences of your actions!” The young man snarled despite there being no true anger in his voice.
“Now now, Megumi… I don’t think this is a game you wanna play~” Suguru smiled that same calm smile he did whenever he was about to absolutely annihilate someone while his voice dripped with mock innocence.
Megumi chuckled, he knew any threat made against him here in his domain was pointless. They weren’t going anywhere unless he let them. “Go ahead If you think you can move, but I assure you, you’re in my domain now.” The young man’s voice was filled with confidence as he finished solidifying his domain.
Geto looked over at Gojo, his expression unreadable to anyone except his one and only.
“Nah, I wanna see how this goes.” Gojo mumbled nonchalantly, knowing damn well he could just use his own domain expansion to break free. Yet the white haired sorcerer wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to see what Megumi’s domain expansion is capable of.
He’s been trying to teach Megumi to be confident in his own skills and to not hold back… Well, what better way to be taught consequences than to have that lesson backfire on him?
Geto sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “You’re impossible sometimes… sweet, but impossible.”
“Oh, relax, won’t you?” Gojo purred, his voice like silk. “It’s just ink water, it’s not like I can’t just use infinite void at any point we decide enough is enOOoOugh–”
Gojo’s sentiment was interrupted by the feeling of something slipping under his jacket and shirt. It felt a little cold against his skin… but not unpleasantly so. When he looked down to investigate, he saw tendrils creeping up his body from the black liquid that pooled beneath them. The tendrils crawled slowly upwards starting from his legs and making their way to his midriff. Before he could make any innuendos or dumb jokes as he usually did, the tendrils began flicking back and forth along his sides, alternating between gentle quick strokes against his skin and kneading.
Satoru tensed, he slammed his arms down against his body but… it did absolutely nothing to impede the tendrils, It’s like his arms phased through the shadows.
“I-Interesting,” Satoru’s lips wobbled into a shaky grin from the suppressed giggles. “It’s not a fu-fully corporeal entity… th-therefore I can’t st-stop them.”
Suguru raised an eyebrow at Satoru. “You alright?”
“F-Fi–IiIinE.” The white haired menace doubled over, arms still tightly clamped around himself more out of reflex than anything. “It’s… n-nohot that bad.”
“Oh, isn't it?” Megumi feigned interest, an evil grin taking over his features. “Here, let me fix that for you~”
The tendrils shifted, snaking up his sides with pointed tips until they found that oh-so ticklish spot at the bottom of his ribs. Then they dug in, flicking back and forth wildly against that extremely sensitive spot.
Satoru let out an unholy screech when that spot was targeted, flailing wildly like some kind of possessed muppet. “OHOHO GOD!”
But he didn’t dare double over enough to fall over into the shadow pool, he didn’t wanna imagine what horrors he’d be subjected to.
“Satoru?” Suguru looked over at the white haired sorcerer in surprise when he heard him screech and burst out into laughter. “You good?”
“DOHOHOHO I LOOK OKAY TO YOUHUHU??” Satoru cackled, wriggling around trying to shake the tendrils off to no avail. No matter what Satoru did to try and ease the tickling, it was as if he was phasing through the shadows. His struggling and insistent attempts to make the tickling stop was futile.
Suguru was about to say something when he felt that same feeling Satoru did, except the tendril didn’t immediately start tickling him, instead it ‘threw’ him closer to Satoru. “Jesus! What the hell?!” The ravenette yelped as the shadows seemed to make him move closer to his best friend against his will while Satoru was laughing like a hyena.
Satoru clung onto Suguru, shaking him and jerking him around with each sudden movement. “SUHUHUHUGURUUU! MAHAHAHAKE THEM STOPPPP!” He whined through his hysterical laughter.
“Stop shaking me!” Suguru complained, long black locks flying everywhere as he was jostled. “I tried to tell you to use your domain expansion!” Eventually, Suguru’s neatly tied bun had fallen off, letting his long black hair cascade down his shoulders.
The tendrils slithered up further probing and prodding into Satoru’s armpits instead, drawing less hysterical laughter from the annoying teacher. “Ihihihihi didn’t think It’d tihihihickle this baaaad…” He laughed, burying his face in Suguru’s shoulder. “Ihihihi’m so prohohohoud of hihihihim…!”
“Be proud of him without turning me into a shaken drink, will you??” Suguru grabbed Satoru and held him still so he could try to think of a way to escape.
The shadows shifted, locking around Suguru’s wrists and hoisting him up again, this time moving him to be directly behind Satoru out of his grasp. Basically, taking away his object of comfort. Instead, Geto and Gojo’s backs were flush against each other.
“Mehehehehegumiiii! That’s meeeean!” Satoru complained childishly, like a child whose security blanket was just confiscated to be washed.
“Never said I was nice…” Megumi scoffed, no real heat behind his words. “You know what else is mean? Constantly torturing your coworkers and students with tickling. I think Nanami would agree that’s pretty mean.”
Satoru squirmed as he felt Suguru’s hair brushing against his neck, he had successfully blocked the feeling for a moment by bringing his hands up and covering his neck, but more shadow tendrils shot up from the dark depths below and locked around his wrists hoisting them above his head, mirroring Suguru’s position.
“Uh-uh, none of that.” Megumi chuckled, his hands making a few different shapes to prompt the shadows.
The shadows morphed, rippling almost imperceptibly. The tickling had lightened on Satoru for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, but not enough to allow him enough focus to summon his own domain to break free. Some of the shadows even reached up to Satoru’s face, removing his blindfold and letting it fall in the inky abyss. Now with his blindfold gone, Megumi can see Satoru’s hysteria more clearly.
He wasn’t done yet, not in the slightest. In fact, he was just getting started. After all, he had years to get back at them for, and he hadn’t even started on Suguru yet.
Speaking of, he should really change that, shouldn’t he? “Geto, don’t think I forgot about you.” He called out to the long haired teacher, a note of playful menacing in his voice.
Suguru froze when he felt the shadows shift, in the next instance, it felt like feathers were brushing against his sides and ribs agonizingly slowly. He flinched violently at the feeling, gasping. “W-What the… feathers??” His breath hitched as the dark haired sorcerer started to squirm against Satoru’s back.
“Sort of. I can change their texture to whatever I want.” Megumi answered with a devious grin.
The ravenette threw his head back, knocking against Satoru’s shoulder as he closed his jaw and tightly shut his eyes, forcing back the laughter that bubbled up. His whole body was now shaking with restrained laughter, not wanting to give Megumi the satisfaction of folding. That was his job after all.
“Hehehey, watch it! You ahahalmost concussed me!” Satoru giggled, then yelped when the tendrils tickled under his arms which also adapted to that feather texture. “Nohohohoho! Nohohoho feathers!”
“Y-You have to have a brain… in order to be concussed…” Suguru muttered, holding his breath as he tried anything in his power not to give in. However his involuntarily twitching and tugging at the tendrils suggested he was close to breaking.
“Thahahahahts mehehehehean! Behehehe nice to mehehehe!” Satoru whined between laughs, his pretty blue eyes crinkling at the corners with laughter.
The long haired teacher squirmed and wriggled, trying to pull free as the feathers slowly traced trails up his sides, slowly passing over each rib. “D-Don’t you dare… M-Megumi Fushiguro, I swear to god… don’t even think about it!” Suguru warned. Well, tried to warn given his voice was shaking with false threats.
“Don’t think about what?” Megumi asked, feigning innocence as he slowly directed the tendrils up higher and higher. “I’m not doing anything.” He said innocently despite the smirk plastered on his face saying otherwise.
“I-I mean it…” Suguru tugged sharply at his arms, his tone becoming less threat filled and more desperate as the feathery tendrils slowly crept closer and closer to his armpits. “Dohon’t do it!” Suguru warned again yet it came out as a plea rather than a command.
“Oh? Was that a laugh?” The emo boi teased, his smirk turning into a devious grin at the sight of the calm and collected Suguru Geto flailing and twitching. He watched as his lips slowly twitched into a shaky smile. In a way it was therapeutic to see Suguru crumble when given a taste of his own medicine. A consequence to his actions.
At this point Megumi knew he wouldn’t get away from this unscathed once both teachers recovered from the onslaught. So he was going to make every single solitary second worth the guaranteed punishment he will suffer in the future.
“Here, let me help you… sensei~” Megumi purred with playful mockery.
The tendrils reached their target, tracing gentle and teasing shapes along his underarms, making him finally crack.
“Pffffff—” Suguru gasped, then burst out laughing hysterically, yanking at his arms to try to free himself, but the shadows didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “Ahahahahahahahah! Mehehehehegumi knock it ohohohoff!” His smooth laughter echoed throughout the domain like a melody.
The sound of Suguru’s laughter also prompted Satoru to laugh more, his laugh was always contagious to the six eyes user. “Suhuhuhuguru, stop lahahaughing you’re making it wohohohorse!”
“You thihihihihink I have any cohohohontrol over this!?” The ravenette complained through his laughter, he tried squirming from side to side but it didn’t work either. He couldn’t shake the feathers no matter what he did.
Megumi laughed at the sight of his teachers reduced to two yin yang, bickering, laughing little messes. It was quite the sight, seeing both his teachers at his mercy for once. “How’s It feel? To be at someone else’s mercy?”
Before either manchild could protest or complain about it any further, the shadows shifted again… and shit got real.
Satoru was the first to experience it, because of course surprise adoption dad was. Megumi wasn’t a fool, he needed to keep Satoru incapacitated so he didn’t decide he'd had enough and break through his domain.
More tendrils attacked him, a pair that felt like feathers stroking up and down his ribcage, a pair that felt like fingers wiggling around his armpits, tendrils poking and prodding at the backs of his knees and hips, another pair of tendrils squeezing at his thighs… and WORST OF ALL; a pair of tendrils that felt like brushes scrubbing at his soles. When the hell did they even get in his shoes in the first place?!
Satoru lost his ever loving mind. Letting out an unholy screech as he jolted and jerked at the tendrils keeping him still, he struggled so hard he actually moved… an inch.
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MEGUMIHIHIHIHIHIHI! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The unseasoned snow cone was absolutely hysterical, his laughter easily drowning out the sound of Suguru’s laughter. Satoru’s hysterics were like music to Megumi’s ears.
“Oh, you can still say my name? Clearly my shadows aren’t tickling enough if you still have the capacity to think.” Megumi hummed thoughtfully, considering his options.
The teen had an idea… a diabolical idea.
Outside the domain, Nanami and Yuji were just chatting amongst themselves, neither one really wanting anything to do with whatever fresh hell was going on in there.
One of Megumi’s Shikigami dogs jumped out of the domain, sitting on the floor directly in front of the two. It barked, then panted as it stared up at Nanami.
“Hm?” Nanami looked over at the fluffy demon dog, while Yuji got excited and cooed over it.
“Aah! It’s one of his demon dogs! Hey little buddy!” The pinkette cooed, kneeling down and giving the good boi scritches.
The dog panted in content then barked up at Nanami. The blond teacher tilted his head curiously. “What? Why are you barking at me?”
“I think he wants you to go in there.” Yuji suggested, still not slowing down his pets or scritches.
“Oh hell no, I don’t want to be involved in whatever is going on– ack, hey!” Nanami’s protests were cut off by the demon dog biting his sleeve and dragging him back into the domain with him.
The blond stumbled into the shadow pool as the dog released him and turned to Megumi for head pats, which he supplied. “Good boy.”
Kento covered his ears when Satoru’s piercing loud laughter reached him. “Why did you make your dog bring me here? It’s obnoxiously loud.” He complained, looking at the black haired teen who just looked back at him with an evil grin which was uncharacteristic of Megumi given his more mellowed out nature.
“I need you to ratio Gojo.” Megumi announced, purposely being loud enough for the two teachers to hear him while pointing at the bound menaces.
Nanami blinked, then looked over at the two menaces to society getting the life tickled out of them, then looked back at Megumi. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I wanna see if I can make Gojo short circuit.” Megumi grinned.
Admittedly, Satoru and Suguru have not only brought this on themselves from years of being gremlins, but for wrecking him earlier. Besides… how could he say no to Megumi? The bean never acts out or asks for help with anything…
“Alright. Where do you want it?” Nanami asked, his eyes flashing green as he looked over at Satoru.
“How many spots can you ratio at once?” The teen asked casually, maybe a bit too casually given the turmoil he was about to inflict.
“... Two.” The blond said slowly, glancing back at Megumi.
Megumi paused to ponder it, then nodded decidedly. “Both feet. All over, preferably. Gives my shadows more nerve endings to work at.”
Kento wasn’t sure if he was disturbed, or proud of Megumi for plotting this out. He landed on the latter since it was aimed towards Satoru and Suguru… but also made a mental note not to piss the teen off in the future. With a sigh, the blonde sorcerer went over to the laughing Satoru and leaned down. His hands reached out towards his feet and rested his hands over the tops of them through the inky black liquid. His eyes glowed green for a second which indicated the activation of his technique. “Alright.” His eyes flickered, and the scream that burst from Satoru’s throat indicated that it worked. “There, it's active.”
“Thanks, you can stick around and watch if you want. I’m sure this is gratifying for you since they constantly pick on you.” Megumi chuckled, moving his hands again.
Now, not only were brushes scrubbing against his soles, but more shadows leaked into his shoes, micro tendrils that felt like feathers sawing between his toes, and another pair of tendrils that felt like paint brushes teasing his arches.
Satoru jolted violently, as though he’d been electrocuted. As if it hadn’t been bad enough for the white haired teacher, now he was ratio’d on top of it all.
The poor man wasn’t even laughing anymore, just shaking uncontrollably with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth twisted into a wide open grin as his body shook with unrestrained silent laughter.
“Sahahahahatoru?? Ahahahare you ahahahalive over thehehehere?” Suguru asked through his own fit of laughter, Satoru responded by slowly shaking his head no and gently resting it back against Suguru’s shoulder, his body so wracked with laughter that he couldn’t force any sudden movements anymore. Geto started to grow concerned given how much Satoru was writhing and screaming. A sense of dread started to build up in the pit of his stomach knowing he could be given the same treatment any time.
“Feeling a little left out, Geto?” Megumi teased the black haired teacher.
Megumi wasted no time and sauntered over to the ravenette who was still giggling softly… For now that is. The young man had stopped in front of Suguru and smirked knowing he could make him suffer just like Satoru anytime he wanted.
But where’s the fun in that? Suguru was always the teasy, evil little fucker after all. Outright destroying him would be too merciful. Instead, Megumi reached out and started to poke and prod Geto’s midriff in a more curious manner. Suguru just yelped and giggled helplessly while Satoru, who was shrieking with hysterics not even Suguru knew was possible, was thrashing around trying to ease the sensations to no avail.
“This is the consequences of your actions…” Megumi said simply with a smirk plastered on his face still. He was enjoying building the suspense and could start to see why Suguru did it to everyone.
“Y-ohohohou better s…stohohop!” Suguru tried to demand through his bubbly giggles yet the shadow user showed no signs of stopping. Suddenly Megumi dug his fingers into Suguru’s stomach. His dull nails softly scratching at the older sorcerer’s midriff persistently. “This is fun…I can see why you two love messing with people.” Megumi admitted, now trailing his fingers up and down Suguru’s ribs which made him jerk and try to shuffle away but to no avail.
“Though…It doesn’t mean you're safe from the consequences, sensei~” Megumi purred, now enjoying this sudden power trip. With a subtle hand gesture, Suguru could start to feel the tendrils creep up his body. Not in a rapid manner but more of a slow crawl. The tendrils started to spread out with some reaching around to give a few flicks against his neck, a couple pokes on his ribs, and maybe a few knee squeezes here and there.
All Suguru could do was try to not give in more than he already has. Yet with how his husband behind him was screeching and thrashing around like a crocodile in a death roll, it was a battle he lost already. Should Suguru try and plead just to not end up like Satoru or will he stubbornly keep his dignity?
Suguru swallowed and gave Megumi a look that practically told him to do his worst. In response Megumi just chuckled. “If you insist, sensei~” The young man replied and took a few steps back, weaving a few hand signs to command the shadows to WRECK the curse manipulator.
With the new command set in its place, the tendrils began to get to work. They writhed into different shapes and textures to mimic what they were doing to Satoru.
A few tendrils shaped themselves into feathers that fluttered over Suguru’s neck and shoulders. “F-Fahahahak!” He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise from the sudden sensation.
Some tendrils were shaped like fingers that poked and prodded each rib one by one, as if counting them. “N-NOHohoho!”
Some morphed into what could only be thin brush tips that danced across his stomach and dipped into his navel. But worst of all? There were at least ten small sized tendrils that had morphed into what look like tiny clawed hands that scratched and squished at the lower stomach. This is when Suguru lost it. He threw his head back and shrieked with laughter. “S-STOHOHOHOHP! I-I’M SORREHEHEHE!”
“NOW you’re sorry for tickling me, now that I'm giving you a taste of the torment you and Satoru put me through?” Megumi asked and raised his eyebrow. But he can see it in Suguru’s violet eyes. His face was red and his laughter was starting to sound like a tea kettle as tears of mirth were building up in the corners of his eyes.
Satoru however? Gone. By this point he wasn’t laughing and was just shrieking. For once it was his mind that was utterly overwhelmed. His body convulsed against the tendrils assaulting his body with tickles, his face a new shade of crimson while tears freely streamed down his cheeks.
With a sigh Megumi reluctantly started to call off the ticklish assault to bring them both off hysterics slowly. He didn’t want to kill them after all. Soon the tendrils lay both teachers down on the floor before dismissing his domain entirely. Suguru was just panting and trying to catch his breath. Satoru however was trying to stop himself from giggling. The white haired sorcerer just clutched his sides and rolled over in a fetal position. His cerulean eyes hazed over with tears but also looking up at Megumi who stood over him with a satisfied grin.
“Jeez Megumi, you were in there for almost three hours!” Yuji said as he pulled out his phone to check the time.
“I-It felt like it…” Suguru huffed out from his position on the floor as his hands rested on his lower stomach.
“I’m almost scared to ask what you did…” Yuji mumbled as his brown eyes looked at Suguru’s and Satoru’s disheveled state. Nanami just shrugged. “Those two idiots deserved it.” He said simply before walking out of the classroom, likely having paperwork to do.
“They did and it was worth it.” Megumi stated with a grin before turning his back to his two teacher’s, now in a rather chipper mood. “Yuji… How about we get some pizza?’
At the mention of food, Yuji beamed. “Really?! Sure! But you’re paying! I spent all my money.” Yuji said a bit sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. Megumi just nodded, a silent agreement that he is willing to pay for both of them as they both made their way out the classroom.
However…Satoru and Suguru watched as the two were left in the classroom alone to collect themselves. Suguru’s eyes narrowed, already devising his revenge. And Satoru? Satoru was already planning his demise later on as his cursed energy flickered softly like a small flame.
“You better watch your back Megumi Fushiguro…” Suguru muttered under his breath, his voice full of promise for what's to come.
A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. guess who's back with satosugu by unpopular demand ! no beta we die like my will to write :3 - bunny 🔮
A soft pink hue breached the half-closed blinds, kissing the room gently with its warmth. The evening breeze trickled in, brushing itself against Satoru's pale skin. A small shiver was sent up his spine at the feelings. The room was mostly silent, save for the soft clicking of his metal handcuffs being tightly secured. That sent an even bigger shudder down his spine. Satoru cleared his throat.
"Is it too late to back out of this?" Satoru shuffled where he lay face up on his back. He attempted to flick his wrists, testing how much movement he had, and to no surprise of his own, Suguru had kept him in place well enough to barely even flinch.
The man sighed, though there was a nervous shake to it. Suguru smiled fondly in response from where he was perched on his lover's hips.
"You were very confident in your abilities when you agreed to do this with me. Why so nervous now, Toru?"
"I'm not nervous." He bit back with mock confidence. "I just think it's a stupid experiment. It's not going to be hard to keep my infinity up, I do it every single day, Suguru."
He huffed again, although this time he was cut off when his own body jerked to the side slightly at the feeling of Suguru pinching his side. The other chuckled.
"Just think of it as extra endurance training. You keep your infinity up every day, yes, but now we're testing how you fair under certain... conditions, let's say."
His tone was oozing with something both sweet and sinister. It was the same convincing tone he'd used on his boyfriend to convince him to do this in the first place; Satoru couldn't imagine himself agreeing if it wasn't for that tempting voice. He watched as Suguru scooted back further down until he rested his weight carefully on Satoru's thighs. His golden-tanned hands sat on Satoru's sides. Satoru had the violent, inate urge to flinch away from the touch, but he couldn't help leaning into the gentle warmth.
The white-haired man held his head up in a snooty fashion. "Tickling isn't going to make me drop my infinity; you won't even be able to touch me." Geto smiled even wider. He did love getting the opportunity to humble Gojo.
"It's not the tickling that will do it, but the idea, the fear, the anticipation. If you can keep your infinity up through all of that, then like I said, I will let you tickle me until I safeword." He curled his fingers ever so slightly when he finished. Goosebumps sprung up like flourishing daisies across Satoru's skin. He'd like to pretend he is doing a good job at acting unaffected.
"This is stupid, and you're stupid, and when this is all over, when I win, I'm going to tickle you so hard that you forget your own name." Gojo Satoru, ever the optimist, ever the dreamer.
Suguru scoffed a little but kept that same fond smile. The pads of his fingertips ghost up the other's ribs before completely removing his hands and setting them by his own sides. The sun had shifted now, gracing them both with the evening sky that reflected so beautifully off of Gojo's pink-tainted, blushing form. Truly perfect, Suguru thought.
"When you're ready, put your infinity up and we can start. I'll have five minutes to tease you however I want, so good luck."
The other scoffed. "Five minutes, are you kidding? I could probably last a whole hour and then some." And with a smug smile, he settled back comfortably onto the quilts. He waited for Suguru to move to sit in between his legs before he turned his infinity on.
This was going to be so easy.
Suguru hummed. "I'm glad you think this is so easy," he grazed his hands around his lover's ribs and, ah, he truly was not used to not being able to touch him, “I'm sure you're extatic that you can't feel this on your ribs right now. I know how ticklish you are here." He scribbled his fingers over them as he spoke.
"They're not that bad." Satoru muttered.
"Oh, but they are. You have always been so terribly ticklish here, you can't even handle a little tickling here for more than a minute." That devilish smile of his widened while he watched Satoru shift his hips awkwardly. God, how he hated that word. "But you must remind me, are your top ones more sensitive?" He darted his hand up to Satoru's top ribs. "Or is it the bottom ones? Honestly, I can never quite remember, you're just so sensitive everywhere." That bastard.
Gojo knows that Geto isn't actually touching him, so why could he still feel it? This must be some sick and twisted rendition of Pavlov's experiment, and it was messing with Satoru's head like crazy. His body jerked as if he expected the tickling, but nothing came of it.
He gritted his teeth at Suguru. "You're being such a dick, but you know that you're way more ticklish than I am."
"Oh, am I?" Suguru raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, you are, and once I'm out of these stupid cuffs, I'll prove it to you."
The deep chuckle that Suguru let out wasn't exactly comforting. "I see, Satoru." He leaned forward until he was right by the other man's ears abd whispered. The action sent a violent blush up Gojo's neck. "You are very brave for a man hiding behind his own technique. We both know that the second you let it go, I am going to tear you down so easily. You're going to laugh and laugh and laugh some more until you can't anymore. How does that sound, Toru?"
It sounded like his own personal version of hell. But he knows he'd be lying if he said it wasn't tempting...
He felt a crackle of his own cursed energy flicker for a second before steeling himself to concentrate. There is no way he was letting Suguru win this.
"Fuck you, Suguru. I- there is no way I'm letting you do that to me." He couldn't stop his eyes from tracking the way Suguru's delicate hands panned down and fluttered over his stomach. He sucked in on instinct. If he just let go right now, he would feel those hands tormenting hysterical giggles out of him and-
"Did you hear me, Toru?"
Wait, what?
"H-Huh?" He heard himself ask. Why did his voice sound so foreign to him? This seriously can't be getting to him. "Uh- what did you say?"
"I said you have two minutes and thirty seconds left. You're doing so well. What're you thinking about?" His hands once again floated up his ribs, where they reached his inner elbow.
Satoru stared at his fingers, his eyes followed Suguru's movements meticulously. They danced around his inner elbow, up to his forearm, rinse and repeat.
"Nothing." A blatant lie. He pulled at his arms, feeling all too vulnerable right now.
"Nothing at all? Not about how devastatingly ticklish this is going to be? Not about how I'm going to scratch my fingers in these sensitive armpits until you're crying?"
Damn it, Satoru could feel himself fighting off a smile. Suguru could see it too.
"That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be trapped under my mercy and let me play with you for however long I want. You want me to tickle you to tears until you’re begging me to let up. I know you, Toru, and I know how badly you want to let go.”
His mouth ran completely dry. He felt like he was gasping for air. Nervous giggles began bubbling up in his chest, threatening to burst at the seams. How was Suguru so good at this?
“S-Shut uhup.” Satoru tittered out. How completely non-threatening."
“Shut up? Oh, does the big bad Gojo Satoru not like having to admit how sensitive he is? How badly he wants to feel my hands and laugh?”
How on earth had it not been two minutes already?
“I can see you smiling, Satoru. You’re so pretty when you smile, it’s making me miss that adorable laughter of yours.”
Gojo would like to blame his cursed technique for his heightened senses and for the ability to almost physically feel every word that Geto was saying. Part of him knows, however, that Suguru was right. He heard himself let out a giggly whine at the thought.
He could just let go and stop the torment. Truth be told, he wouldn’t hate it as much as he let on. His body felt so pent up, so full of energy, he felt like his own cursed technique was going to implode on itself with the willpower it’s taking to keep it up. Suguru was randomly darting his hands to any new spot he could find, never touching, but Satoru felt each flinch like a bullet to the chest. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak. He needed this to stop, but he so desperately needed to be touched at the same time.
But he was already so close, just a few more seconds and he-
“Ah!” Gojo managed a full-body jerk as he looked up at Geto, horrified. The dark-haired man sat there with a maddeningly wide smile, hands now touching the other’s top ribs in triumph.
“Gotcha.” He laughed.
Oh fuck.
“S-Sugu wait- n-no please pleHEASE!”
It was already too late. Suguru had started squeezing at his upper ribs so vigorously it sent Satoru into cataclysmic laughter. He clicked his tongue as he looked down at the man currently in hysterics.
“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. You just couldn’t wait 15 more seconds, could you? So desperate to feel something, your own technique gave up on you.” Satoru could barely understand a word over his own mindless shrieking. Every nerve was set alight; the buzzing under his skin had tripled in size and spread throughout his entire nervous system. He pulled rabidly at his restraints but to no avail. “I suppose since I won, you can give me what I want?”
A/n: An anon requested a cheer up fic with Geto and Gojo, but I lost their message cause I'm a dumbass (ᗒᗩᗕ)
I'm very sorry anon, hope you will see it (and like it).
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The raindrops fell on the window steadily, creating a soothing rythm.
The raindrops fell on the window steadily, creating a soothing rhythm. Suguru was walking down the hallways of Jujutsu High dorms, ready to relax after a tiring practice.
Passing past Satoru's door, he noticed something off, which made him stop in his tracks. The door's slightly ajar, which is quite rare. Normally, the white-haired boy would close it shut. Geto knew he shouldn't invade his friend's privacy, but the curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over, peeking into the room.
The first thing he noticed was how dark the room was, with the light turned off. Then, when his eyes got used to the darkness, he could make out a bundle on the bed. Walking inside, he calls out uncharacteristically gently, "Satoru?"
The bundle moved briefly, but Gojo didn't turn around. "Go away," the teen's voice was surprisingly quiet, fragile even. Suguru frowned, staying still for a few seconds before sighing, entering and closing the door behind him.
He walks over the bed, watching Satoru for a few seconds. The white-haired boy was sitting on the bed with his knees tucked to his chest, hugging them close. A heavy blanket was thrown over his shoulders, making it impossible to see his face. Sighing, Suguru raised his hand and placed it on the teen's shoulder. Satoru flinched just barely, his body going stiff under the touch.
"Your infinity is off," Geto said, his tone turning more serious, "what's wrong?" Gojo stayed silent, not looking up. Annoyed at his friend's stubbornness, Suguru tried again, this time more persistent, "Satoru, tell me what's wrong".
Still no reaction.
Sighing heavily, Geto straightened up, putting his hands on his hips. He thinks of any possible way to get Satoru to talk before an idea crossed his mind. Smirking briefly, he leaned back down, his hands creeping to the older boy's sides. Satoru flinched at the touch, shifting briefly but not reacting otherwise. Suguru's smirk widened as he pressed on, his fingers curling into Gojo's sides, eliciting the quiet gasp from the latter.
"Suguru, fuck ohoff," Satoru giggled despite himself, his arms moving to try and shield his sides, making the said male chuckle.
"Tell me what's wrong and I might think about stopping," the black-haired teen teased, his fingers wriggling a bit higher where he knows Satoru's bad spot is.
The action made more giggles slip from Gojo's lips, now trying to shake his fingers off, "nohoho wahahay!" Geto sighed dramatically, shaking his head, "Well, have it your way then," he said before moving to Satoru's ribs, his fingers wriggling thoroughly over every bone.
That seemed to get to the other teen, bringing out a full-on laughter, "fihiHIHine you ahahass! Just stahahap!"
Satisfied with the result, Suguru finally let up, stepping back a step and watching Satoru expectantly. After a few seconds and some residual giggles slipping from the older lips, he uncurled from his position, finally turning to look at Suguru.
His expression was surprisingly vulnerable and even somewhat fragile, "I've been feeling very lonely lately..."
"What do you mean?" the brunette raised his eyebrow, his gaze softening.
Satoru stayed silent for a few seconds before avoiding eye contact, "it's probably very stupid... It's just that I've got that feeling... As if you all talk to me just because I'm the strongest. Even you," he glances at Suguru.
The younger teen stayed quiet for a solid minute, studying his friend's expression. It's so unusual to see Satoru like... this.
Sighing, he sits at the edge of the bed, looking at Satoru with a soft look, "Satoru... You realize that's not true, right?," he murmurs, his voice quieting down, "even if you're the strongest, we all cherish you for your personality. Even if you're a jackass sometimes," he adds, trying to lighten his mood.
That seemed to work as the blonde's expression eased up, his expression cracking with a smile. Suguru smiled, happy to see he had managed to cheer his friend up.
He stood up, putting his hands on his hips, "Okay, get yourself together, we're going out to eat. My treat," before turning to leave, smiling at Satoru's enthusiastic 'Yay!' ranging behind his back.
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Characters: Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto
Lee!Gojo Ler!Geto
Summary: Geto discovers something interesting about his boyfriend.
[Read also on Ao3]
(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest. It works very well as a reference for this story)
"I'm home" Satoru Gojo said, trying to put a minimum of excitement in his voice, as he closed the apartment door behind him.
The day was very busy, the week actually. Okay, maybe the whole month.
The number and level of curses seemed to grow more every day and as he and Geto were the only special level sorcerers in the Jujutsu School, they had the hardest work. They weren't working as a team, barely managing to meet up throughout the days or do anything other than collapse in bed due to exhaustion at night, so Gojo was a little surprised when he arrived and found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Ah, Satoru, I didn't hear you arrive" Geto approached to kiss him.
"Are we celebrating something?" Gojo gestured towards the pots on the stove.
"Are you complaining?" Geto crossed his arms.
"No, not at all, the smell is wonderful by the way" He pulled him in for another kiss. "But aren't you tired? We could order something, no problem"
"No, it's okay, I arrived early today and I felt like cooking" He smiled. "And you, are you okay? Your face looks horrible"
Gojo opened his mouth in a forcedly offended expression, making Geto let out a low laugh. "I'm just tired, hungry and there's no way my face looks horrible, Suguru"
"Hmm, maybe I can agree with that" Geto pinched his cheek. "Take a shower, we're going to dinner now"
That's what he did and after they had dinner and Gojo washed the dishes, he collapsed on the sofa next to Geto, throwing his legs over his lap, while he watched something on television.
Gojo was quiet, quieter than usual and Geto noticed that. "Are you really okay?"
"Yes, yes" Gojo covered his mouth, yawning.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"A little, on my lower back and feet, but that's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just because I barely stopped today, I just need a good night's sleep"
"I can give you a massage, taking advantage of your feet monopolizing my lap" He squeezed them, gently.
"Oh no, no need to bother" Gojo tried to pull his legs back, only for Geto to keep a firm grip on his ankles.
"Helping you relax isn't a hassle at all" Geto smiled, making Gojo blush, at the same time as he gently pressed his feet back into his lap, in an exploratory way.
Gojo couldn't deny that it was very relaxing, the tension he felt disappeared within a few seconds. But he also couldn't help but shudder whenever he felt the fingers moving along his soles, a tight smile appearing on his lips. "Y-You really don't need to.."
"Shhh, this part is really good" Geto ignored him, without taking his eyes off the TV and without stopping his movements.
He had started by simply squeezing Gojo's feet lightly, in order to relieve the initial tension, and now he was sinking his thumbs into the skin, running the entire length of the soles with circular movements. Gojo managed to relax, even letting a moan escape his lips, but when Geto softened his movements, letting his nails lightly brush the center of his sole, he couldn't help but flinch. Geto didn't seem to notice, he was too engrossed in whatever he was watching and continued with the movements.
"S-Suguru.." Gojo said, as he squeezed the soles of his feet, trying to pull his legs back.
"Stop moving so much.." And it was only then that Geto looked at him and saw him covering his mouth with his hands, a strange expression on his face.
"That's great, you can stop now" He tried to hide it.
"No way.." Geto didn't realize it right away, but after he looked at his own hands and Gojo's tense posture and expression again, it all made sense. "NO WAY"
"S-Suguru-"
"You're ticklish!" He spoke, a little more enthusiastic than Gojo expected.
"Yeah, maybe a little.." He blushed, looking away.
"How come I never noticed before?!" Geto ran his fingers along the sole of his foot, this time purposefully tickling it.
"Ah! Aahahahahahaha don't do thahahahat" Gojo tried to pull his legs again.
Geto was delighted and repeated the movements, seeing his boyfriend laugh and shrug his foot away, as he tried to free his ankle from his grip with the other foot. He then grabbed both of them in a headlock, tickling them and eliciting a louder laugh from Gojo.
"AHAHAHAHAHAA, SUGURU! Nohohohoho hahahahahahaha" He moved more, trying to reach Geto's arms as he was overwhelmed by the sensations.
Geto stopped after a few seconds and moved over Gojo, their faces very close to each other and kissed his cheek. "So cute"
"How I hate you.." Gojo said, breathing a little labored. "And isn't it cute!"
"Of course it is" Geto smiled. "So that's why you flinch when I do that?" And he buried his face in her neck.
"Hey! Ahahahahahahaha stop ihihihit" Gojo flinched as he felt the hot breath and the trail of kisses that Geto left along his ear and neck.
This only encouraged Geto to repeat the movements on the other side, making him laugh beneath him. And it was only when he started poking him back that Geto stopped, after all, he was also sensitive. He lay down next to him, stroking his white hair, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Damn, Suguru.." Gojo said, trying to sound serious, but his heavy breathing, flushed face and messy hair didn't make him very convincing. "You said you would help me relax!"
"And it didn't help? Laughing a little?" Geto smiled, that damn smile that made Gojo want to kiss him until he lost his breath.
"N-No!" He huffed, looking away again.
"Ahhh, so you need a little more?" Geto's expression changed to something that looked like innocence and cynicism at the same time and before Gojo could react, he was already straddling his waist.
"Don't you dare.. Suguru don't you dAHAHAHAHAHAHARE" Gojo burst into new laughter when he felt Geto's fingers dip into his belly.
The brunette smiled, seeing his boyfriend laugh and squirm beneath him. Gojo wasn't a serious guy, but that was the first time he saw him genuinely laugh like that, he wanted to mark that moment well and repeat it if he had the opportunity. "See how cute it is? You're ticklish everywhere"
Gojo continued to laugh, even though Geto wasn't launching an all-out tickle attack on him. He could also easily push him away and make him stop, but it was Geto, so he didn't care, he loved seeing his boyfriend having fun and smiling like that.
But not that much either. "Ahahahahahahaha that's enough.. that's enough.." He held his wrists and soon Geto got off of him, laying down next to him again.
"Very useful information, I will use it wisely"
Gojo couldn't help but laugh at that. "Don't talk like you're not ticklish too" He poked him armpit, making him squirm away. "And of course I will also take revenge"
Geto grumbled, making an ugly face but internally he thought the idea of a tickle fight was really good, only to see Gojo losing. But that would wait for another time, as they soon fell asleep curled up in each other's arms.
Working on new content for here on other stuff like P3R and maybe YGO in the future but its mostly JJK still for now. Anywho — !
Lee!Satoru Gojo x Ler!GN!Reader.
Short fic piece on established relationship, tickle madness/fluff, foot tickles/worship. The moment I saw the official artwork, my inner ler demanded content.
Sorry for my personal kinks/fetishes and it's fine if it turns you off from reading this but honestly I wrote this in like 2 days ... yeah inspiration comes and goes and works in odd ways so sorry about that.
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Downing a bunch of coffee with mini marshmallows would satiate the sweets addicted Satoru Gojo for the time being.
But after finishing a week’s worth of work exorcizing curses, it would make even the one at the apex of sorcery get exhausted.
So cups of that cozy warm beverage only knocked him right out.
To see him out of his usual work attire and into more casual clothing was nice. Having no blindfold on meant his bangs hung freely in his face.
Laying down on the couch meant his long slim legs took up most of it, with his big dawgs pressed against the couch arm.
You peaked over the couch, smitten at the breathtaking sight of your partner fast asleep, feasting on how irresistible he looked.
Now that he's back in your shared home, that meant he trusted you enough to let his Infinity down and recharge.
But after being apart for so long, you wanted to hear his genuine melody right away.
The carefree laughs he gives off to everyone else was always for show or mockery due to his bad personality.
And yet, around you, his persona as the strongest could be dropped. To you, he's just Satoru Gojo, your partner, free to unwind.
For you, plopping on the arm rest those grippers pressed up against, your favorite unwinding method went underway.
His face scrunched up a bit, underlined by quiet grumbles as you stroked a finger up and down one sole before his other foot came in to brush your ghost touches away.
You grinned slyly, repeating the same brush stroke to the other sole, watching in silent glee as those strewn lips started stretching.
Tenderly rubbing his bridges in circles, your hands went all spider-like as they scratched at them next.
His legs shifted as his head craned back against the other armrest, humming some deep chuckles behind those now curling lips.
Slowly wiggling your digits into his arches had him kicking, nearly hitting you, but you sprung off the arm rest, when you froze.
“If you wanted to get a session going, you could have just waited until after I fully rested up. But attacking me in my sleep with my guard down like that … sneaky little ler you~”
Despite getting caught, Gojo's slanted eyes danced with mirth, peeking from underneath his arm resting against his forehead. He then propped those feet up on the armrest, waving them temptingly, waiting for your next move.
Gently kneading that velvety foot with ease made you relish in how soft they felt despite the man moving around so much and kicking the shit out of foes and the like. Your thumbs wiggled deeply into his silky skin, licking and smooching, for his taste is one that could never be topped.
He craned his head back as his adorable giggles left his open mouth smile, plopping his spare foot atop your noggin. “Does using you as my new footstool earn me anything?”
“Careful what you wish for.”
Releasing your current target, you pulled his other foot off your cranium before squeezing it in both your hands, gentle nibbling on his squirmy taunting toes had him giggling louder, kicking his spasming free leg out in response.
“Maybe I should have asked for this kind of treatment the moment I got back.” He chortled through his words, squirming as he sat up now, pulling his free foot out of your reach to flex it. “Though I'd rather you sit your cute little fanny down if we're gonna keep going.”
Smooching the ball of his foot, you freed it as you curled up on the empty cushion spot, snatching up the other foot, cradling it still before lathering those toes in the same sultry treatment as you gave the previous five, working your tongue in between them, earning a guffawing Gojo squirming in his spot.
“If it means I can keep doing this, fine by me.” Your breathy words made him shiver from the tingling touch to his slick skin.
“Can't believe being the lee in this can feel this good. Receiving this kind of worship from you is interesting. Though it'd devastate my very soul if I reflexively hit you by accident~!” He dramatically cried out before breaking out into full blown howling as you sat on his calves to slide all your fingers in between all his toes, attacking the pads and stems in your vibrating frenzy.
“That's a risk I'm willing to take – AAH~!”
You suddenly yelp as Satoru slid his hands underneath your top from behind, kneading and pinching your flesh, jolting in his grasp while letting out many shrieks yourself.
“Bad move to turn your back on your prey ... Y/n.”
Your futile attempt to pull away from him drove him to pull himself in until he literally splayed up against your back, leaning down to chuckle sinisterly right in your blushing ear.
“This is where you're weak, right~?” His teasing only heightened the ticklish sensation as his hands slid down to cup your jiggly belly and vibrate those sculpted fingers of his crazily, bringing out a stream of high-pitched howling and frantic limbs flailing outta you.
“I'm down for switching our roles right about now. You're not the only one who's missed the sound of our laughter.” He littered your face with butterfly kisses in tune with his fingers digging into your hips, making you laugh harder. “Especially yours.”
“No fair! I was just getting started!” You whined through your cackling when his lips began buzzing into your neck, earning spouts of screams and squirming from you.
“You've been a fabulous tickle monster thus far, Y/n. But now, let your dear Toru return the favor~” His devious laughter mingled with your guffawing as his lone digit jiggled into your belly button.
His unrestrained laughter filled up the room with yours, caging your legs between his own. Shedding tears from the ticklish overload, you were smothered by his unbridled warmth, tickles and all.
After a while spent becoming puddy in his dexterous hands, he stopped, letting you sag against his chest, shivering from his ghost touches, tired giggles leaving your parted lips.
Nuzzling his nose against your tear-stained hot cheek, he licked the salty goodness off your skin. Satoru beamed with affection for you, pecking your lips lovingly with a giggle of his own. “Good to be back in your arms again, my beloved ler.”
He fell back against the couch so he could lay there with you entangled in his arms, your legs intertwined, as you nuzzled your tired face against your makeshift pillow that is his chest, finally settling down with a smile of your own.
