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An Education in Attraction, Chapter 18

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It’s spring when you start your Master’s degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: romance, no condom, v*ginal sex, FLUFF

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 16.5 17

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

The library glows with fluorescent lights and the warmth of heaters running. There's a few other students reading in the annex, but for the most part people are out and about today. You skim the questions in your document, reviewing the spacing you had meticulously input between each question, ensuring that the instructions in each section are clear and direct, and that the rows of possible multiple choice answers are perfectly aligned.

You switch to the other tab. The corresponding answer sheet is just as neat and thorough from your hours of painstaking work outlining example answers and partial credit rubrics. At least the multiple choice key had been relatively quick to build.

Although the example test isn’t due until the end of break, with how much time you’ve spent editing and reviewing, there can’t be many more changes you can make to improve on what you’ve done already. Plus, you’d like to enjoy the night without thinking of an assignment hanging over your head. With one final scan of the assignment outline, you confidently upload the document and hit submit.

You shrug on your coat and bundle on the soft scarf on top before heading out. The blustery day feels even more frigid and gray outside after the near stuffy heat inside the library. You start at a brisk pace across campus.

Even though it is cold, Tokyo in December may be your favorite time of year. The sky is gray with clouds, the late afternoon sun breaking through every so often to flare across the ground. Snow flutters between the buildings and across the frosty lawns, but the movement keeps you warm as you trek across the university grounds.

You can’t keep the smile from your face as you approach the metro station and hop on.

Christmas Eve is the most romantic day of the year, and for the first time you have someone to spend it with.

Just a few weeks ago, you’d celebrated Satoru’s birthday quietly, the two of you and a cake from his favorite bakery, (because apparently he eats enough sweets to have a favorite). Birthdays in Japan are usually small affairs and usually spent with family or closest friends, and he wanted to spend his time with you.

You exit the train to make a quick stop before heading to Satoru's apartment- the city is alive and beautiful. Many couples are out, on their way to fancy dinners or to walk amongst the city lights. When the sun sets, entire street blocks are radiant with lights that hang from the trees that line nearly every street.

While the holiday is celebrated differently here than your home, seeing everyone else so cheerful and excited fills your heart with a joy that can only happen during the holidays.

You had predicted having to wait to pick up your box, and there is a short line at the storefront. You check your phone, still plenty of time, and pick up your box quickly.

When you jump back onto the metro with your parcel, you just have to ride a couple more stops. Small flurries still wisp through the air when you exit the train and begin the short walk to Satoru’s apartment, the sun nearly set. Instead of going out or ordering fried chicken, he’d insisted on having you over for a chill home date to relax.

As you approach, you can see Gojo is already waiting outside. His coat is nearly too short for his long legs, but his face lights up when he sees you approach, peeking over his glasses. You greet him warmly and he hurries you towards the entrance.

Even though your walk was short, tension melts out of your body when you step into the warm foyer of the building.

“You get it done?” Satoru asks as you step into the elevator.

“Yup! Finished and turned in. I didn’t want to worry about it the rest of the week.”

“Can’t believe we have a winter break assignment, who does that?” he complains.

“It wasn’t that bad, if I got it done in a couple hours it’ll be nothing for you.”

“It’s the principle, we should get at least some time off.”

He huffs as he unlocks the door and lets you in. Since he hasn’t been away traveling so much recently, the space has become more and more lived in- several pairs of shoes kicked off at the door, a couple books sprawled out on the low table near the couch. Maybe you’re just more comfortable existing in his space.

You privately agree with Gojo about the winter assignment, even your students at the Eikaiwa school have a complete week off for the holidays, but the demands are great in a Graduate program. After next year, you’ll never have to worry about assignments over breaks, just grading them afterwards.

You set down the parcel and your bag and smile at the thought of your students. When you do reconvene after the break, you’ve prepared a cultural lesson on how different English speaking countries celebrate the holidays.

“So I made dinner, not sure how it turned out.”

As much as you hate to admit it, in your time together you’ve yet to find something Satoru doesn’t excel at. He seems naturally good at everything. The apartment smells delicious and you can see multiple pans steaming on the stovetop.

“It looks good! You didn’t have to do everything yourself though,” you reply.

“I think it needs more time to reduce down, wanna take a walk?”

While you don’t relish going back out in the cold, you grew up looking at lights on Christmas, and Tokyo does have some beautiful decorations.

“That could be nice.”

Before your warmed through you're back out in the early evening. The city was beautiful earlier, but the multi-colored lights and trees are truly magnificent in the dark of night. Different sections of the city are known for their particular displays, and the Tokyo Skytree is close enough to Satoru’s apartment that you can walk there.

The air is crisp and chill on your face, but the excitement of the night keeps you warm. Gojo slows his long strides to walk alongside you and you slow down to take in

It’s a dream of a night, a true winter wonderland in the heart of the biggest city in the world. The needle shoots into the sky and shimmers with the rainbow of colors. When you turn to face Satoru, the luminescence is reflected in his eyes a hundredfold. The warm golden glow from fairy lights on the street color his face.

“It’s beautiful. All the lights always remind me of back home.”

“It looks like this?”

That makes you laugh. “No, not quite. But Christmas was always really special. I like having a piece of that here.”

He looks back around at the decorations strung up, maybe imagining what it would be like to see the lights in your home. Perhaps you’ll take him there one day.

The two of you walk around the base of the Skytree, chatting mildly about your plans for the rest of the week. By the time you’ve circled the Skytree and up and down the surrounding streets, your breath clouds in front of you and the cold has sunk into your bones.

“It’s getting kind of chilly.”

“Let's head back. Dinner should be ready now.”

You agree, and begin the short walk back to the coziness of his home.

Satoru has prepared a savory stew for dinner- hearty mushrooms and veggies in a creamy roux sauce over rice. He serves you each a bowl and you hold the sides, letting the heat soak into your fingers.

The meal is fantastic, rich and warming to the bone without being too heavy. You’re thankful Gojo took the day to cook instead of working on the assigned test design.

In the last few months of dating, you've also found out that Satoru is always hungry- it doesn’t matter if you’ve just eaten, and that goes double when there’s dessert involved.

You sigh. “It is nice having the week off. I haven’t gotten the texts for the Leadership in Education class yet.”

“Well, you can’t borrow mine,” Gojo smiles. “Yeah, yeah. Most of us don’t have the option to get out of classes,” you grumble.

“It's my reward for ‘inspiring future educators’ at the symposiums. Besides,” he rolls his eyes and gets himself another portion of dinner, “you know they’re not letting me skip student teaching.”

“Yeah, because it’s one of the most critical parts of the program. You can't graduate without doing any actual teaching.”

“It'll make things busier. Will you still be taking Eikaiwa shifts when we start student teaching?”

You pause. The year has gone by so quickly, you hadn't put much thought into when you'll stop teaching English and step into your specialty.

“Um, I’m not sure yet. I don’t want to stretch myself too thin. Planning lessons and grading for two different schools might be too much. I don’t know how you even manage classes with conferences.”

“Eh, it’s not that bad. I’ve already written the stuff, they just want me to talk about it.”

You finish your bowl and clean up the dishes from dinner, you can’t finish the night without something sweet though. You unwrap the parcel you picked up on the way over, revealing the Christmas Cake.

It’s exquisite- all whipped cream and fresh strawberries on a soft sponge cake. Satoru kisses your cheek and grabs another knife to cut into the confection. You serve yourself a slice, and Gojo makes a serious dent in the remainder with his own piece. The cake is just sweet enough, light and balanced and fresh in a way that brightens the winter day.

“Ugh, I think I want another slice,” Gojo says.

You look at him- if he takes another piece as big as the first, there will be hardly half left. And frankly, you’re not sure how he could still be hungry after two servings of dinner. He sighs.

“Actually, maybe I want something else instead.” He walks over to you with a devilish glint in his eye and kisses you. “Mmmm, so much better.”

Normally a line like that would make you roll your eyes, but Satoru is so playful and the night has been so pleasant so far, you can’t help but bring your lips to his.

When you taste his lips, it’s comforting and exhilarating all at once. You know that he likes when you’re soft and gentle, and that he loves it more when you take control. Every time your bodies meet there’s still a thrill that runs through you, an electrifying current that pulses in your veins and makes your heart sing.

Satoru continues kissing you, keeping the touches light and chaste, but he begins walking you backwards towards the bedroom.

You reach the doorway and when you reach under his shirt and press your hands into the warm skin of Satoru’s stomach, his chest, you feel the intoxicating rush of wanting and being wanted in return.

He takes his time running his hands over your shirt, down your arms, around your shoulders and back. The heat of his hands sinks into your skin through the fabric and heats your blood underneath.

But the way his lips move against your own is ravenous, and when you open your mouth for more, his tongue slides into your mouth. He tastes you and consumes you, like any amount of you will never be enough.

Your blood is running hot now, but Satoru continues to just barely touch you, making no moves to feel underneath your clothes. If he’s not going to do anything, you will. You grab the bottom of your shirt and shimmy it up to your chest, breaking off the kiss to pull it over your head.

Satoru pulls you right back into his arms, but you’ve had enough of his leisurely pace. You nip his earlobe and kiss down to the sweet spot on his neck, taking the time to run your hands over his clothes. When you reach his hips you slowly inch your hand around to his front to cup his hardening erection. You squeeze and suck on his neck at the same time and he melts in your hands.

He’s wined and dined you, and now you’d like him naked. You quickly undo the belt of his pants and shove them down his legs before tugging the hem of his sweater up. Gojo grabs your wrist before you can pull it off though, and reaches around you back to pull off your bra.

Satoru takes a moment to savor your topless form and then returns the favor, sensually dragging your pants off of you. He then pushes you onto the low bed and topples after you. Before you can catch your breath again his mouth is back on yours and his hands are everywhere on your body.

You’re overhot and understimulated, desperate for him to give you just a little more. As you trail kisses along his shoulder blade, you shove the boxers down and grasp him, moving your wrist just slightly. He sighs and swears into your hair.

“You want me?” His voice is breathy and strained, and you can tell that he’s aching just as much for you as you are for him.

“Please.”

He pulls back, slides his large hands down the length of your body, and pulls off your underwear. He takes his time coming back up to meet you, leaving open kisses on your calves, thighs, stomach and chest until you’re nearly writhing with need.

At last, he stops at your face, kissing you once more before a low moan escapes as he slides into you. He’s spent so much time warming you up and teasing that you nearly sigh in relief too.

His strokes are slow and easy, he doesn’t change his page as he kisses you deeply. Satoru looks into your eyes and brushes your nose with his own, soft and affectionate. While he props himself on one arm, the other wanders your waist and up to your breasts, where Gojo pays special attention to each one. He caresses the flesh there and rolls the nipples between his long fingers.

It’s not the lust filled sex you’ve had before, but a slow and amorous lovemaking. Satoru’s attention to your body and the tender way he’s looking at you make the experience even more erotic. You’re still spun up and haven’t had any relief yet, but you can feel the peak growing closer every time your hips meet.

“Satoru, please,” you beg.

This time, he acquiesces, and rubs small circles on your clit with the tip of his thumb. You can’t hold back a moan as the pressure climbs and climbs. When he kisses you again, the pressure reaches its peak, wracking your body. Your nails dig into his back the way you know he likes and you gasp out his name.

Something about you seems him careening over the edge with you, like elements combining, the sum of your pleasure grows and becomes greater than its parts. You lay together in the afterglow, pressed against his stomach.

He leans his head against you and sighs. “Love you.”

You flinch away from him and turn to stare.

“What?”

Satoru kisses you on the nose and repeats himself. Your heart stutters and it feels like the world stops. Not only did Satoru throw out this admission naturally, but he’s said it in English.

“I said I love you,” he switches back to Japanese, “maybe you need to get your ears checked.” His mouth stretches into a smug smile.

Satoru hasn’t left you speechless in a long time, but as you stare at him now, you can’t quite force yourself to form any words. Too many thoughts run through your mind, clouding anything you could want to say to him.

You know that outright declarations aren’t common. It's a big deal that he's just said this to you, and in your own language.

“You’re not gonna say anything back? You’re hurting my feelings,” he fake pouts.

“No, I do. I love you too. I just-” you scramble a reply in Japanese, and you use aishiteru, the deepest, most profound word for love. You flush a bit, not sure if that’s the level of love that he was talking about.

Satoru rolls you onto your back and leans over you again.

“You do?” His eyes crinkle at the corners. He leans back over and kisses you again. You'd felt spent moments ago, but the admission sets heat simmering back through your blood.

The second round of lovemaking is more passionate and frenzied than the first, but no less romantic.

Satoru pulls you close again and you feel his heart beat slow. The night is dark outside the blinds of his window, and it must be close to Christmas day now. In the past that's meant days of preparation wrapping presents and gift exchanges. Laying in Satoru’s arms, thinking about the set of classes to come, you can’t find that you’re lacking anything.

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last post of Education in Attraction is going up this week and i don't know how to feel

#like it's been a lot to edit every week #but also I'm really gonna miss this story :')

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An Education in Attraction, Chapter 17

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: Kisses, brief mention of n*dity, mention of intimacy

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 16.5

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

When you wake, it's abrupt and jarring. You're still leaning against Satoru's side, but some time in the night the two of you have shifted to be laying on the couch.

You're overwarm between his body and the plush blanket, so you gingerly shift away from him. Gojo is resting soundly, his lips just slightly parted in sleep. As you sit up, the blanket falls off your shoulders and you tuck it back around his chest.

It's dark outside, still night, the only sound Satoru’s steady breathing beside you. You have no idea what time it is, phone probably in the pockets of your pants on the floor, and you had no intention of staying over tonight. If a little endorphin release is all it takes to knock you out, perhaps you're running yourself too hard.

You think you can make out the shape of your pants a few steps away, and you try to stretch over his body to reach them. Satoru shifts and he yawns, his hair in disarray that somehow makes him look softer and even more handsome. His eyes crack open and he looks blearily up at you.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you whisper. “It’s pretty late though, I should probably get going.”

There’s a moment of silence before Gojo answers you.

“You don't have to head out. We can get more comfy in my room if you want?”

His voice is rough with sleep and his arm reaches around you as he sits up. He rubs circles in the skin of your shoulder, surprisingly tender and intimate, and you consider the suggestion. You wouldn’t mind waking up in his arms, or perhaps another session in the morning-

Reality slams into you with the force of a train car. Tomorrow is a school day, you’ve got to get home and prepare for your first class. You can’t imagine rushing home in the morning and trying to get ready or worse still- showing up in the rumpled clothes laying across Satoru’s floor, without your laptop or bag.

But as Satoru wraps his other arm around you, it’s easy to want to stay over. Your reserves are fraying, becoming less convincing each moment you think about heading back to campus (is the metro even running now?) and laying alone in your own bed.

“Next time,” you give him a peck before pushing yourself off the couch and turning to retrieve your clothes. You hold up your wrinkled shirt. “I don’t want to walk into class in this.”

As tempting as he is, it isn’t quite healthy to jump into sleepovers and spend every moment together. You’ll see him in the morning, after a shower and brushing your teeth.

Gojo doesn’t seem to mind too much, he watches your naked body appreciatively as you parse out your clothes from his and dress. You search the ground, not finding your underwear anywhere.

“Hey.”

He’s got them in his hands, and for a moment you flush, thinking he’s not going to hand them over.

But once he’s got your attention, he loops the leg holes over his pointer fingers and slingshots them towards you. They fall short, a crumpled ball on the floor. You look at him unimpressed- he could have just tossed the garment to you, or you would’ve come to him to grab them.

“Thank you,” you keep your voice low, aroused and a little embarrassed that you don’t completely mind the idea of him keeping the panties.

You finish dressing and double check that you’ve got everything- your phone, keys, and wallet.

When it’s clear his tempting hasn’t worked, Gojo stands and lets the blanket slide off him. Now it’s your turn to stare at him. Even in the low light of the room, you can see the highlights on his muscles as he meets you near the door.

Satoru truly has no shame.

He stands completely bare in front of you, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you. It’s unhurried and amorous. His lips are still soft and gentle as they move against your own. One hand moves to cradle the back of your head, while the other descends to your waist.

“Just so you know what you’ll be missing,” he gestures down, and you see that he’s already ready to go for another round.

Being responsible really is the worst sometimes. You return your eyes to his own and receive a saucy grin. You swallow the desire that’s beginning to brew and force your face to be neutral when you respond.

“Maybe we should plan our next date soon, then.”

His eyes trace the planes of your face. “I think I can make that happen.”

He gives you another slow kiss before the two of you say goodnight, and then you’re headed down the hall and out into the night.

The metro is already stopped for the night, so you map your way back to your dorm and set out. The city is fairly safe, but you keep an eye on your surroundings on the short walk back.

It’s never completely quiet in Tokyo, but you let the calmer streets and gentle buzz of other people’s conversations lull you. The chilly night air sweeps the heat from your blood and you let your mind drift into planning for the next day.

When you settle into bed, you can’t help but feel a little breathless and giddy. The jaunt home has left you tired and ready to slip into sleep, and Gojo expressing his interest openly leaves you hopeful and reassured.

~*~

Your first date sets the tone for the following weeks- you stay up late into the night, either finishing your readings or falling into bed with Satoru.

He’s a fast learner, and soon he can prey on your weaknesses, play you like he’s known your body his whole life. Satoru seems to find no greater joy than pleasing you. It’s phenomenal stress relief.

With your relationship sorted, you're free to throw yourself more vigorously back into academics.

Both of the classes you’re enrolled in this term are heavily focused on your students’ classroom experience and how to maximize learning in an effective teaching environment. The lectures and discussions give you a workout typing just trying to keep up, and the various texts leave plenty to digest outside of the classroom.

In class today, your professor begins a lecture on mini-tests versus midterms and final exams. It’s important for the exams to make sense in conjunction with each other, and to build on the material effectively.

Additionally, many of your high school students will be preparing for the Common Test for University Admissions, and as their teacher, you must prepare them to build the skills they will to succeed.

Your professor opens the floor to discuss different formats and how you can leverage them effectively. Your peers debate the merits of short answer and multiple choice questions, especially since most specializations lend themselves more to one form of testing than others.

You leave class with Saito and Kuzume. The vast lawns are starting to dull, and the summer-tired sun is gentle as your trio walks toward the library. While this term has been less academically rigorous than your first one, the pace of the assignments in your two classes leaves plenty of material to review.

“I never knew there was so much behind making good tests, I think I’ll have to throw away all the ones I’ve made so far,” you say.

“You’re in for a lot of live tests, Kuzume,” Saito laughs.

She shakes her head. “Yeah, individual solo performances plus the written tests that you’ll have.”

Kuzume leads the way to a table in the library annex before settling with her notes. The room isn’t too full today, a smattering of students take up around half the other available tables. It’s pleasantly cool in the building, and you’re eager to have some focused time to review.

You pull out your computer and the textbook. You’ve accumulated so much firsthand experience in teaching and designing your own exams, it's sometimes easy for the information to mesh in your brain. The amalgamation of abstract theory and lived application makes it difficult to keep straight what’s been covered in class.

You haven’t quite worked out a system to keep the information separate yet, so this reviewing session will be sorely needed.

“You know, maybe you should invite Gojo next time we study,” Kuzume says too casually. You look up at her. “Another perspective is always useful.”

“Or- It might be a good way to get back into our good graces,” Saito adds. She hasn’t quite forgiven him for making you nearly cry in the cafeteria, even after his apology.

Satoru would fit in nicely with your friends, you think he would get on well with Kuzume’s easy humor and Saito’s acute insights. You know that he’s quick and perceptive, even though he rarely takes notes, and you’re not sure if he even reviews the material.

You peek up at the two women across the table. Kuzume has her eyes down her notes, while Saito doesn’t hesitate to meet your eyes. She gives you a smile, though. She’s not being malicious, just a little protective.

“Well I can ask.” You’re a bit sheepish. “I do want us all to spend more time together.”

“He could even stop by now. We haven’t gotten started yet.”

“There is a free chair,” Kuzume sing songs.

It hasn’t been long since class ended, so it’s possible that he’d be able to make it over. And it would be nice to have the three people you’re closest to in Tokyo all together. You send Gojo a quick text explaining that you’d love for him to hang out with your trio if he’s free now.

He responds quickly- he’s already off campus for the day. But it’s not a no across the board, maybe if you give some more notice next time, he could make it.

“No Gojo today- but maybe next time.” You announce.

“I’m holding you to that! And if we have to do any more presentations he better be ready to share some tips.”

“Don’t even say that! I barely got through one symposium, I do not want to do another,” Saito chimes in.

“I’m with Saito,” you say, “public speaking in the classroom is enough for me.”

Kuzume laughs, high above the low rumble of conversation from other students. “Well, hey, it might happen again! Best be prepared!”

As it turns out, not much studying gets done at your review session. You don’t let yourself feel too guilty though. The grades you’ve received on assignments in both classes have been promising, and you want to enjoy the time you have on campus. You’re nearly certain that this will be your last academic venture- a Doctorate program is significantly more work than a Master’s and takes much longer to complete too.

Although, Gojo would look rather dashing in the regalia. You wonder if this third graduate degree will be his last.

If things continue going well, you suppose you’ll have that conversation. A million conversations about the future, about what you’d want your future to look like. Both of your futures.

You had wanted to put down roots in Tokyo, and it seems you’ve succeeded.

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An Education in Attraction, Chapter 16.5

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: making out, f*ngering, hand k*nk, oral (f->m), no condom, p in v sex, girl on top, multiple Os

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

“We can see the bridge another night.” Your hunger hasn’t been entirely sated.

You find the closest metro station and ride back to Satoru’s home. Your shoulder bumps into his as the train moves, your skin especially sensitive where it meets the fabric of his shirt. Even though you’re just sitting next to each other, your heart beats hard in your chest, and it’s difficult to concentrate on anything besides the distance between you and him.

He nudges you at the right stop and leads you into the elegant building. Gojo scans his card against the elevator’s reader and steps back against the wall, letting the space between you and tension grow.

The ride to Satoru’s floor stretches longer, and his lidded gaze hasn’t left you. You’re nearly vibrating with how bad you want to touch him and taste him, and the pressure of holding back in the tight space makes your pulse thrum.

When you finally reach his floor, he’s out of the elevator in a few long steps, leading you back to his apartment. He lets you enter first, eyes dripping down your body suggestively.

You hardly reach the couch before his mouth is on yours again.

Hot and hungry, he pulls you into his body the moment the door closes, kisses devouring you greedily. There’s an urgency and roughness that wasn’t present the other times you’ve kissed him.

You don't waste any time either- as he consumes you, your hands are already running over his body, under his shirt. His build really is crazy.

Satoru slides your shirt off easily and immediately starts work on your pants, tugging them swiftly to the floor before he pulls his own shirt off. You pull his mouth back to yours, desperate for his touch.

As you run your hands over the warm skin of his chest, Satoru’s hands brush over your waist to the apex of your thighs where you’re already slick. His fingers are feather light, barely teasing the fabric where you want him worst.

He breaks the kiss and brings your foreheads together, staring into your eyes and panting nearly as hard as you are.

You choke a whine as he brings his hand over you again. Satoru drinks in your reaction and finally offers some mercy when reaches down the front of your panties. Your legs already feel weak, and he lowers you to the couch, stripping off the underwear.

“You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?”

His fingers slide easily into you, and he curls them to find your sweet spot. After touching you just once before, he’s already figured out just how to touch you.

“Always looking at my hands, you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”

Satoru’s breath fans against your face and you whimper. Your cheeks flush and his recognition of your fixation with his hands only arouses you more, makes you more desperate for him. As he strains to reach within you, you can imagine the veins standing out from the delicate skin of his hands and arms, those graceful dexterous fingers that are doing sinful things to you right now.

“Couldn’t be further from the truth,” he punctuates the words with deeper thrusts, firmer pressure on your clit. “I did notice.”

When he brushes his thumb across your clit you can't take it any more and shatter, clamping down on his fingers and crying out his name.

Instead of sating your desire, you’re only hungrier for him in the aftermath of your orgasm. He’s focused on your pleasure both times you’ve been intimate, but right now, you want to see him chase his own high.

Panting, you maneuver yourself off the couch and push him to a seated position. You make quick work of his belt and shimmy his pants and underwear down his hips. Settling yourself between his knees, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt so desired: Satoru’s eyes are nearly black with lust and they haven’t left your face once. His body is electric and rigid with tension, like a tight coil.

You feel his gaze trace your face as you lower yourself to him. If he didn’t take it easy on you last time, you aren’t going to go easy on him now either. You want him to burn brightly with you.

You start with a long, slow lick up the length of his shaft. Then, you kiss the tip of his cock and take just the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the delicate skin there.

You put every ounce of effort into reading his reactions. When you slowly take him deeper, his breath catches, and you relish in inching down his shaft.

Slowly building a rhythm, your hands and mouth work in tandem stroking and sucking his cock. He sighs when you cup his balls with your other hand, lavishing attention on every inch of him. When you finally take all of him into your mouth, you feel the muscles of his thighs cord, tension and strain in the lines of his torso.

You breath slowly through your nose, now running your tongue against the veins on the bottom of his shaft. You pull back up leisurely, then look up into his eyes. He chokes out some sort of noise before pulling your shoulders back and off of him.

“Enough, God, don’t want to finish there.”

“Let me on top,” you breathe.

For the second time you straddle Satoru, but this time there are no barriers between you, no phone calls or doubts when you lower yourself onto him.

When you sink all the way down, he moans and brushes his hair away from his face. From your position on top, you can easily control the pace and depth, and you haven’t given up your thirst to please him.

You grind your hips down, taking him deep and rocking onto him. Satoru’s eye’s close and he moans as his hands slide from your hips, your waist, onto your breasts. Knowing you’re the one wringing every bit of pleasure from his body makes you more aroused, and you increase the pace.

You lean down to kiss him. You swipe your tongue up the column of his throat and suck his earlobe into your mouth. Satoru sighs breathily into your hair and wraps both of his arms around you in an intimate embrace. You can hardly move your hips now, but Satoru thrusts up into you and presses his forehead into your shoulder.

With one arm snaked up and into your hair and the other wrapped low and tight around your waist, Satoru crushes your hips together with his. He pulls you closer, harder until there’s no space possible between your bodies.

Between the sweat sliding where your bodies meet and just how close together you are, it’s nearly hard to breathe. You gasp in breath, fingernails digging into the rounded muscles of his shoulder. He releases you and lays back on the couch. His eyes burn and he drinks in body as you circle your hips, hands on your hips drawing you close and deep.

Satoru licks the flat of his thumb as he grinds his hips up into you, then circles your clit with the digit. It’s almost too much to take. You cry out and your head falls back as he grips your hip harder and maintains his pace on your clit.

“You feel divine,” he huffs out.

At the moment, you can’t help but believe him. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been this wet, between your own arousal and Satoru rubbing your clit, the noises your bodies are making are obscene. With the extra pressure on your clit, pressure is rapidly building in your lower stomach again.

It just takes a few more strokes, brushes against your core and then you find your release for the second time, Satoru groans and furrows his brow as you tighten on his cock.

You collapse down onto him, leaving him thrusting up into you. He murmurs into your shoulder words you’re too spent to understand. The grip he has on your hips and his pace are punishing.

You find enough energy to meet his hips, and rock lightly on him. He meets his own completion with a moan of your name. Then his head falls back onto the couch, panting with his eyes closed.

You shift off him, about to look for the bathroom, but Gojo reaches behind himself and pulls a towel from behind the couch cushion.

He cracks open an eye as he hands it to you.

“Thought we might need this.”

You slide off of him and place yourself on the towel, then lean against Satoru’s side. You can hear his heart beat quick and steady in his chest and you relax into him. He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch over your bodies and rests his head on top of yours. The heat of his body is almost too much against your still-flushed skin, but you have no desire to pull away.

Satoru really is thoughtful. Underneath his posturing and intellect and the way he distances himself, it certainly seems like he cares a lot.

It’s been a long day and you’re fatigued after riding Satoru, so you let your own eyes rest for a moment. Once you catch your breath you’ll dress and head home, you don’t want to intrude.

But exhaustion overtakes you, and you drowse with his arm around you, anchored in Gojo’s arms.

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An Education in Attraction, Chapter 16

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: soft Gojo, first date, tooth rotting fluff

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

Throughout the remainder of the week, you divide your attention between your academic responsibilities and thinking about your upcoming date. There’s enough room in your attention to complete the next set of readings, take detailed notes in class, and prepare for your shift at the Eikaiwa school after some of the tension dissolved from the heart-to-heart with Gojo.

Summer vacation is still at the top of your mind, so you work with your class to discuss more advanced vocabulary around hobbies, pastimes, and activities. The new words pair well with the lessons in future tense and goals you had done earlier in the year. While more practical words and lessons are important for future usability, you don’t want classes to be all work and no play, why would the students continue their studies if that were the case?

Classes the second week pass without incident. Apparently your conversation in the gardens has also sated Satoru for now, as he doesn’t stare or sit with you again. Once or twice after class you’ll catch his eye, share a smile, but he gives you the space to plan things without pressure.

In Japan, it’s common for dates to last hours or the whole day, rather than be quick meetups, so it’s not just a dinner you’re planning, but an entire evening. It’s also customary for prospective couples to formally confess their feelings and intent, which you suppose you did when you asked him out last week.

His humor, intelligence, and care for education have all captured your interest, and you hope he’ll continue being open enough with you to learn the other parts of himself as well. You’ve got to create the right atmosphere.

Halfway through the week you decide to set the date for the upcoming Sunday- it seems to be an auspicious day between all the cafe study dates and Satoru’s apology- and ask him to meet you at your dorm in the afternoon. Leaving the activities as a surprise, you feel the flutter of nerves as you send the message.

Gojo’s double-texted reply is quick and positive, which eases some of your worry, but it’s hard not to overthink.

Sunday comes again, and you wake up with anticipation rolling in your belly. Instead of the choking anxiety that you had felt at the symposium though, these nerves are the warm kiss of possibilities of your relationship with Gojo.

Satoru meets you outside your dorm, and you walk to the metro station together. The first stop isn’t far from campus, but the day is bright and warm and you’d rather not work up a sweat walking there. Gojo’s height makes it easy to track him through the crowd, the people part around him on the path to the train car.

He looks as put together as ever- you’re not sure if he owns anything besides polished button downs and seemingly infinite pairs of sunglasses. You can tell he’s gotten a haircut though, and as you find a pair of seats on the train you get a whiff of his cologne, deeper and more sultry than what he had worn before.

It’s a short ride to your stop, and you pass the time with light conversation on a safe topic- the two classes you’re in. Before long, you’re exiting the train and walking out into the sun together.

The first stop of the day is the National Museum of Nature and Science.

You're sure he's been there before (all schoolchildren go on field trips after all), and perhaps it's cheating a bit since you're both in education.

But walking through the museum and chatting will be a relaxed start to your date, and you're hoping the shared field of interest will give you plenty to talk about.

You scan the ticket you’d bought in advance and head up to the third floor of the museum, where the natural history exhibits are housed. As you walk through the displays that outline the formation of Japan’s islands and fossils, you turn conversation towards him.

“So your schedule has calmed down?”

“Yeah, there’s not as many conferences in the fall and winter.”

Your eyes trace the shape of the bones between the outlines of other museum-goers. It would be nice to have Gojo around more often, spending more days like this one together, working together in the library, maybe staying cozy together around a kotatsu.

“Do you like presenting?”

“Oh yeah, I love it.”

Satoru might posture like he didn’t like the attention, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind the attention. Besides, you’re not exactly sure how he spends his time outside of writing papers and presenting on them.

“What do you like to do then? You spend all your time jetsetting and doing homework?”

“Well I am a pretty good speaker,” you can hear the grin in his voice. “I keep busy. Plenty of things to do,” he looks back into the diorama.

The two of you slowly make your way to the lower floors, talking mostly about the exhibits. Gojo seems pleased to talk to you, if not with the actual exhibitions themselves, before concluding your visit walking through the Theatre 360. The room is completely round, covered on all sides by screens that project the educational film created by the museum.

Walking across the suspended bridge in the middle of the sphere, you’re engulfed in outer space. The screens filter through HQ clips of the most remote parts of the universe- the cosmic dust, galaxies, and stars spiraling endlessly.

It would be easy to feel alone, insignificant when confronted with the grandeur of all existence, and for a moment you’re nearly lost in it. Then Satoru’s hand brushes against yours and the contact from his body brings you down to Earth.

You walk out of the theater, a bit awed and fragile, but Gojo seems more invigorated than ever. His steps are energetic and you imagine his eyes bright and impassioned behind the glasses.

“Didn’t I tell you Physics shouldn’t be boring? Think if you could have that in the classroom.”

“I think that’d be a little overwhelming in a classroom,” you laugh and lead him out of the museum and towards the restaurant for dinner.

You had chosen a quiet restaurant a few blocks from the museum, a local shabu-shabu place.

You’ve never been there before, but the reviews online are good and they have an extensive dessert menu. Cooking the hotpot ingredients will give you something to do together, and the pictures online make the interior seem nice but low key, so you can focus on each other. The small restaurant should also be less busy than the Izakaya bars, even on the weekend.

After thinking long and hard about what Gojo seems to like, it felt like a good fit. He’s clearly paid attention to what you’ve told him, and you think he’ll appreciate the consideration.

Afternoon has leaked its way into evening, and it’s dim enough by the time you arrive at the restaurant that Satoru takes his glasses off. He tucks them into the top of his shirt and walks you into the restaurant. When his arm brushes yours, you have to repress a shiver, he radiates heat even through the layers of clothes.

You’re taken to an intimate table along one of the walls. There’s no candles on the table, but the low light and sparse tables creates an ambiance that’s

The warm lighting inside the restaurant suits him, as does the smile on his face. Even on a first date, he's perpetually unperturbed.

The waiter introduces themselves and takes your order. You order yourself a little liquid courage, but Gojo sticks with water.

The meals arrive shortly after, the vegetables and meat are tender and flavorful, and the dipping sauces are savory. For the first time, conversation veers in a deeper direction.

“You didn’t answer earlier. About what you like to do outside of school.”

“I don’t have a lot of free time, honestly. It’s nice to be out today though,” it’s nearly frustrating how charming Satoru can be when he’d like.

“Really? There’s so much to do here, I don’t think I could see it all if I live the rest of my life in Tokyo.” You sigh. “It really isn’t easy to make time with the academic schedule though.”

“You like the museums in town?” He asks.

You nod. “I know you’ve probably been to the Natural History one before, but it’s one of my favorites.

“I haven’t been recently.” He looks at you slyly, “it’s been a while since someone’s asked me out.”

“I guess you’re lucky you didn’t scare me off,” you tease. It had been a rather bumpy start.

“Hey, you won me over.” He shrugs. “If you want to convince me further, I saw they have anmitsu and dorayaki on the menu.”

With the array of plates still in front of you, you’re not sure how he’ll have any room for dessert, but you’re not above bribing him with something sweet.

“To think that’s all it would’ve taken in April. I’ll bring all my partners sweets in the future.”

“What can I say, I’m easy to please!”

You end up splitting both dessert dishes, leaving you pleasantly full and satisfied. Even though he’d joked about you picking up the tab, when you walk to the front of the restaurant to pay, he trades his card for yours.

“Let's at least split it,” you say. That's what's most common in Japan anyway.

“I've got it. You can treat next time.”

The fact that he wants there to be a next time is enough to make your face hot.

“Soooo,” you lead out of the restaurant, “I thought that next we could walk along Sumida River. The lights from the bridges in the water are supposed to be very beautiful in the evening.”

“Sure, it's nice out,” he glances around the temperate night before turning back to you. “My apartment isn’t too far from here though, if you’d rather.” His voice is still light, but his eyes are dark.

#gojo x reader #light academia #jjk x reader #reader insert #first date with Gojo #EiA #this chapter and tomorrow's post will be separate there but 1 chapter on ao3

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