āĖā¹ćtake my time (iāll spend it all on you) | gojo satoru
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summary: gojo sees you in lingerie for the first time.Ā
contains: f!reader, suggestive almost nsfw (they make outā¦ maybe a bit steamy), 18+ just in case, reader is in lingerie, shy feelings!! gojo down bad!!
a/n: i hc that the first time gojo sees you in lingerie, itās like seeing you walk down the aisleāheās a bit sappy like that! i also think that heād love seeing his lover in pink! idk! itās just the vibes! (col reader would look cute in pink too i think hehe complements the personality!); takes place later on, around col #4 (wip)
collection masterlist: conversations on love
3.5b. āwill i ever bring you peace? <- you are here -> +04b (extra). if you're ready (let me) + 04. these traces of love, they outline you
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
There are few things in life that have earned Gojoās double take:Ā
A sign for a newly-opened gelato shop with āexclusive flavors for the first 30 customers!ā written in fine print; Megumi, back in middle school, being confessed to with a sweetly handcrafted box of chocolates for Valentineās Day; a small cut, right at the tip of his nose from that time you sparred with him and he let you get too close (or so he says).Ā
And now you.Ā
In something pinkā
āthat if he backtracks just a bit, steps one foot behind the other to glance again at the space left open by the bedroom door, and squintsā
Heās certain, 200% sure.Ā
Itās lingerie.Ā
He blinks once, twice, rubs at his eyes even as his mind attempts to catch up to whatever it isāyouāhe just saw. This must be what wires feel when they short circuit.Ā
You know heās home, right? You have to, you just told him to rinse the dishes after snacking.
And he was in the middle of doing thatāwalking across your apartment from couch to kitchen, stopping only to do a double take at the sight of pink in his periphery, at you, once he looked again, clearly.Ā
Or were you doing this on purpose? Did you want him to see you?Ā
He gulps, warmth spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck, lingering.Ā
Thereās only one way to find out, really.Ā
He walks down the hallway leading to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light so as to not startle you.
If heās being honest right now, his mind is full to the point of feeling emptyātoo many thoughts swirling around the fact that behind this very door, heās about to find you in pink lingerie.Ā
And when he takes a deep breath, fingertips pushing on wood very slightly as he calls out, āBabāā
āSātoru!ā you squeal from the other side, panicked as you instantly push it back closed.
So you didnāt do it on purpose.Ā
āSorry, give me a minute!ā you call out, and he can hear your footsteps from the other side, frantically walking around for what he can assume is you looking for something to cover yourself with.Ā
But he doesnāt want that.Ā
Not when he already has the visual of you, pretty in what he suspects is pink lace.
Not when the way you said āSātoruā sounded so much like āāToruā, your āāToruā, the way you usually say it pressed against bed sheets, under him, expression blissed out fromā
Do you have any idea what that does to him?Ā
āAre you wearing lingerie?āĀ
You freeze. Gojo can tell from the other side of the door, and you think, damn it, because he isnāt supposed to know you bought a set, much less see you in it. Not yet.Ā
You could try to lie, but Gojo always sees through you, through every change in inflection, the way your eyebrow twitches before speaking.Ā
āCan I come in?ā he asks softly, almost hesitantly.Ā
How can you possibly resist him when he speaks to you like this? Asking permission as if this space you live in isnāt as much his?
You sigh, flustered at being caught this way, āCan you close your eyes first?āĀ
He follows, laying one hand over his eyes for good measure before knocking on the door. You open it slowly, wood creaking as he steps inside.Ā
You feel a little naked right now despite how he isnāt even looking your way, opting to face the side opposite from where youāre standing. Itās on purpose, you know, he can tell where you areāSix Eyes and all.Ā
Thereās a smile that heās hiding, biting his lower lip to stop it from showing. His toes are wiggling from the excitement coursing through him.
You know Gojo will like you in anything; in fact, heās made it very clear that he prefers you in nothingābut still. Your stomach feels queasy and you canāt get rid of how nervous youāre feeling.Ā
And you guess, itās really just because this was meant to be a surprise for himāthe design youāve chosen, how it looks on your body, how it looks to him, especially. Youād ordered the lingerie set months in advance to leave a lot of time for returns, whether it turned out ill-fitting or just unflattering.
You didnāt expect him to catch a glimpse of it now, months before his birthday, before you were even ready.Ā
āIām waitingā¦ā he teases, voice sing-song in that way he usually does to annoy you. It always makes you smile though, and itās an odd form of comforting with how it dulls your jitters right now, just a little bit.
āOkay, you can look.āĀ
As soon as he turns, you squeeze your eyes shut, hands on your sides as you fiddle with your fingernails. Seeing, knowing his reaction in real time is still nervewracking, regardless of every reassurance you tell yourselfābecause, what if this is the off-chance that youāre wrong, and he doesnāt like it?Ā
Or worse: what if he has to pretend he likes it?
You frown a bitāit doesnāt help at all that Gojo isnāt saying anything.
Butā
How can he, when there are no words, no adjectives, no possible descriptions to articulate what heās seeingāwhat heās feeling?
If he didnāt die then, in every instance heās brushed with death: by Tojiās hands, locked up inside that box, in that final moment with Sukuna, nearly halvedā
He thinks he might have just died right now.Ā
Because this? You? In lingerie as pink as all heās feelingāhis cheeks, his nose, flushing down his neck, maybe even his chest if it were exposed.Ā
Itās heaven.Ā
Youāre a sight.Ā
While Gojo has certainly seen you in much less, and done with you things much more than just stand with you like this, heās never seen you in lingerie.
And youāre so pretty. Sexy. All his, he canāt believe it. Ā Ā
Heās noticing all the little details on itāon youāits shade, almost salmon with a bit of baby pink; its material: sheer net as the base for everythingāitās practically see-through save for the delicate floral lace running across the bra cups and panty front.
The set itself is nice, sure, but he knows he only likes it this much because itās on you. And he knows heāll always like anything on you.Ā
The heat in his stomach is building, spreading, to the single part of him thatā
āIs it that bad?ā you scrunch your nose, eyes still closed. He looks at you confused, before he realizes: he hasnāt said anything.
He chuckles and you open your eyes, pouting.Ā
And God, he wishes you didnāt do that. That look on your faceāwhat it does to him.
āI ordered it in advance for your birthday,ā you start, pout deepening as you ramble on, āit was supposed to be a surprise, but if you donāt like it, I can stillāāĀ
Thatās enough.Ā
He canāt believe that you actually think he doesnāt like it.Ā
Gojo steps into your space, close enough to grab you by the waist as his other hand reaches up to slot itself in the area between your ear and your jawline, tilting your head up slightly as he leans in to kiss you.Ā
Itās rushed at first, almost desperateāhungry, the way he releases his breath only to take you in; your lips, soft in the way he knows them to be, his hand on your waist squeezing. Your fingertips trail to his cheek, almost cupping as his kisses turn deeper, more languid, lips moving against yours slowly, savoring.Ā
Gojo is a fast learner, and he shows it best in the way he kisses you, as if heās memorized every way to build that familiar heat within you. You lay your other hand against his chest, gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt as he pulls you closer.Ā
You bite his lip and suck, just a little bit, the way he likes it, and he moans, lowly, vibrations rippling through your mouth as he holds you steady. Heās hard already; you can feel it pressing against your lower belly.Ā
And you realize, as a small laugh tears itself away from you, how ridiculous it was for you to even worry.Ā
You break the kiss, leaning your forehead against his as you keep your noses touching. Itās impossible to tell how Gojo looks, but you have a hunch with how heās breathing so heavily; the skies in his eyes must be darker, almost gray, turned on by desireāthe same one settling deep in your stomach, aching, needy.Ā
āItās perfect,ā he whispers, lips grazing yours. He traces hearts by your shoulder, something born out of the many times youāve lain in bed together, playing with the strap of your bra before pulling, a short snap! as he lets go.Ā
āYou like it?ā you whisper back, a lilt in your tone, teasing. Your fingers come up to trace his lips and he holds them in place, nipping.Ā
āMhm,ā he grins, smoothing his hand over the lace details on your bra, his thumb rubbing, āso pretty.āĀ
He leans in again, a small peck, before asking, āDoes this mean I can get my gift now?āĀ
You laugh, hitting his chest, āItās not your birthday yet!āĀ
āYeah, but what is time anyway?āĀ
And you know, with the way heās trailing kisses down your neck, licking and suckingāyouāre going to have to find another thing to surprise him with on his birthday.Ā
.
Later that evening, with your head lying right on his chest, you remember.Ā
āOh yeah, the set also came with one of those belt things. Garter, I think? But I wasnāt sure if youād be intoāāĀ
Youāve never seen Gojo get up from bed faster.
thank you notes: for that anon that asked about whether col reader wears lingerie! + @stellamancer @soumies @crysugu for validating me that pink is in fact col reader's colour į° i also just luv u guys š„ŗ
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Tags: Haunted Houses, Alternate Universe - Horror, Horror, Scary, sentient house, Getting Together, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson
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