"Breakfast at 3am" - Satoru Gojo x F!Reader
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F!Reader
TW/CW: fluff and smut, soft to hard dom Gojo, explicit language, praise kink, slight degradation, overstim, fingering, choking, biting, marking, oral sex (female receving), multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Word count: 4.1k
It was late, probably well past 2am now. You closed the blinds and picked your phone from the nightstand, unlocking it and staring absentmindedly at the screen. You had already memorized the last text Gojou sent you āHey, (y/n), Iāll probably be late for our date, so I think itās better to cancel. But Iām getting takeout and coming over when I finish here.ā Ā That was at 5pm. You were supposed to go out for dinner at a cute new restaurant and you were excited, having planned the date night for a couple of weeks now.
Ā The more time passed, your frustration at having your plans canceled turned to worry - Gojou shouldāve been home hours ago. Getting up from the bed you moved back to the window, peeking outside hoping to see his mane of white hair pop up. You couldnāt see him though. You started pacing, worst-case scenarios running through your mind, checking your phone every thirty seconds. Was he injured? Did something unexpected happen on the mission? Was someone else injured? Your thoughts raced, so when you heard the sound of the front door opening, you jumped, startled by the sudden noise.
Ā āSatoru, what happened, are you alright?ā you asked, words spilling from your mouth before you even got out the bedroom door. He was standing in the hallway, his clothes looking no worse for wear. You let out a sigh of relief - he didnāt look injured but judging by his slouch, he was exhausted.
Ā āIām fine (y/n), just a stubborn special-grade decided to play hide and seek and brought some friends. Then when I thought the fun was over, I got a call about some trouble Yuuji got into. I took him home and here I am.ā He stretched, letting his arms fall limply back to his sides. āDid you worry about me?ā he smirked, exhaustion all but wiped from his face.
Ā You frowned. If he was making light of the situation it couldnāt have been that bad, and as endearing as you found how easy it was for him to switch gears, it still unsettled you a bit to see him back to a smiling carefree demeanor as if nothing had happened. āYou know I worry. It comes with the caring about you part.ā Still, no matter how much you wanted to be mad at him, you couldnāt help the smile creeping on your face at the way he lit up when he heard you say you care about him as if you didnāt tell him every day.
Ā āI canāt believe it! (Y/n) cares about me, Iām so lucky,ā he said, covering his face with his palm. If it was anyone else, you wouldāve taken his words to be mocking you, but you knew better, he was just teasing, flirting with you as if you had been dating for only a few weeks.
Ā āAnd I canāt believe you didnāt even say sorry for missing our date,ā you pouted. You knew you were being unreasonable, he had enough stuff on his plate as it was and the apology didnāt matter that much to you. That said, you loved to tease him as much as he loved teasing you. Plus, judging by the playful mood he was in, your comment would just serve to arouse him, not get him mad.
Ā "Hmm, and what would earn your forgiveness, my lovely (y/n)?ā he grinned, approaching you with open arms, ready to engulf you in a hug. Gojouās clothes were smelling faintly of smoke and blood, which only made you wonder what had happened tonight after all. You decided to brush off the uneasiness, he would tell you if he wanted to, there was no point in pressing the matter further. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat always served to calm your nerves and anxiety.
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