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[arminsumi]

SAKURA.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 ⋅ fem reader

NOTE: i really liked this idea and merged it with my little daydream of Gojo being in his clan and meeting you in a small village (like before he moved to the city or something) and tweaked it just a lil bit if that's ok!! i hope i delivered, and mwa ty for your request lovely anon i hope i got it all right, enjoyyy 💐

REQUEST: Can you pls write gojo who gets the Hanahaki disease cause of reader and gojos condition worsens so to keep the strongest alive the higher ups set up an arranged marriage with reader (her mission is to love gojo so he doesn’t die but she is defensive and uncooperative at first) but then she warms up to gojo (he does everything to make her happy) and they both live happily ever after 😭💕

SUMMARY — you meet a boy on a Taiko-bashi as a child. Little did you know, he was the prodigal son of the Gojo clan, and you would be married into that family to save his life.

WARNINGS — heavy angst to fluffy fluff, he steals ur first kiss, domestic life with ur kid Megumi at the end <3 😭, unrequited -> requited love, arranged marriage, quite a lot of blood/bloody flower mentions, disease/afflicted with coughing spells (see about the fictional Hanahaki disease here. Basically u cough up flowers and/or throw up full flowers if it gets life-threatening), poor boy almost dies, there’s a scene where it’s insinuated that he throws up a full flower, some teasing/playfulness yk the usual you'd expect from gojo, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u

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PLAY ME ♪ bouquet — Ichiko Aoba

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

When you were seven, a boy a few years older than you – perhaps two or three – passed you by on a Taiko-bashi in a small village. You remember him as the boy with peculiar eyes and white hair who looked back at you on the bridge. In your eyes, it was a very ordinary encounter with a very extraordinary looking stranger.

But in his infinitely blue eyes, there was ingrained a more meaningful and vivid memory of that encounter. He held it very close to his heart. When you and he made that brief eye contact as he looked behind his shoulder, slowing at his mother’s side, he felt a windswept, lovestruck feeling come over him. He batted his pretty lashes at you and stopped walking for a fleeting moment, as if captivated, and then went his separate way with the image of your face burned into the forefront of his mind. His kimono fluttered as he tended to walk in a gliding manner.

When you were fourteen, the same encounter happened again. A familiarly pale face with barely grown-in features looked back at you – his whole body felt a twinge of excitement. He only took one small moment to look at you and yet knew you were the same girl he saw as a child on this very same bridge.

Years went by, and the two of you kept encountering each other at peculiar times in your lives at that same bridge. Neither of you spoke to each other once, well, you didn’t say a word – but he uttered a few boyishly desperate greetings and even bowed as he glided past you to try and get your attention. If only you would have stopped for a chat, the poor boy would have given anything for that.

In some way, it felt like the two of you knew each other, though it was only your eyes that ever talked.

Come your eighteenth birthday, you were burdened with awful news. You were to be married to a man you had never met – someone from the Gojo clan. That person was apparently fatally sick with a disease you had scarce knowledge on. You asked your friend at the time, her name you’ve long forgotten by now, about Hanahaki and all she said was;

“Your lover is going to spit flowers in your face.”

You scrunched your nose up in disgust and confusion at this. A very silly image formed in your mind about the disease ever since your old friend had said that – all you could imagine was your future husband spitting saliva-wettened, half-destroyed flowers at your face.

The Gojo family and your family had always distantly known each other, hence all the visits to the village that they resided in. Your marriage to Gojo was long-debated throughout the years – yet neither you nor him knew anything about it. Neither of you prospected marriage, you were just the two strangers that passed each other on the Taiko-bashi every time the Sakura was in bloom.

The first time you and the son of the Gojo clan were introduced, it had already begun with a rocky start. You walked in when he had been overwhelmed with a coughing fit, and you were hushed back outside. The shoji door smacked shut behind you, and you heard sickly coughs piercing through the translucent sheets. When your future husband stopped coughing, and the blood and petals were cleaned up, you were brought back into the room. There were both your families and some important-looking officials in the large room, all formally sat on the tatami mats with mixed expressions. His mother seemed delighted at the sight of your face – but not more than her son.

Gojo Satoru, an eighteen-year-old at the time, with usually such a loud mouth and good joke up his sleeve, was rendered speechless when you had walked into the room. He analysed and absorbed every feature that made up the image of what he thought was the most charming and alluring creature ever to exist. Definitely a creature, he thought as you formally bowed with him, because no human could possess such an ethereal beauty.

Satoru was intrigued by you from your encounter on the Taiko-bashi, but when he was finally introduced to you he was utterly captivated.

The reasons and conditions for your marriage with the Gojo clan’s prodigal son conflicted with your strong beliefs in love and romance. You had rather aggressively told the poor boy your opinions in the days leading up to your wedding.

“I always thought,” you emphasized with a snotty tone, yet he listened to you like one would listen to the tranquil flow of the river under the Taiko-bashi, “that I would marry someone I loved, and not be forced to love…” you seemed so disappointed with how your life was turning out, that he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for you.

“I’m a positive person, I have faith that you’ll fall in love with me in no time.” He said cheekily and winked at you. You felt very taken aback by such straight-forward flirting – you must understand, no boys in your village ever did that. They were very proper, even reserved.

He was almost charming in that instant, but then he added; “Who wouldn’t fall in love with me?”

At the time he was so full of himself that you could hardly believe there was space for any petals in his body. But there certainly was – when you left him alone in that room and stormed off, appalled by his conceit, he clutched the side of the door frame and coughed up little pink petals – enough to comprise three whole flowers.

It started worrying him, a few days before the wedding, when he started coughing more often. And not just that, but he started coughing up more petals than he had ever in his life. The peculiar disease had started during a time in his childhood that was coincidentally very close to the time he first passed you by on the bridge.

The night before the wedding, he laid in bed and brooded. And he was never the type to brood – he let life happen and moved on relatively easily. But he brooded, and brooded until it felt like he sunk so deep into his futon that he became one with it. The ceiling blurred.

What was going to happen if you didn’t fall in love?

That thought scared him so much that he violently drove it out of his mind and replaced it with an ideal daydream; he envisioned you and him cuddled up, bracing each other’s bodies, and melting into each other like real lovers do. He imagined you would be warmer than him, with that cool touch he had, and you would also stroke his hair. It was very fluffy, he made sure to point that out to you several times – but you never took a hint.

On the day of your wedding, he snuck to meet you just before the ceremony. He was crouched in the garden outside the room that you were preparing in. It’s then when he heard you voice your feelings to whoever it was helping you get ready.

“How can I love a stranger? And anyways, he is so full of himself, I can hardly believe there’s space for any flowers in there. There’s nothing I like about him.”

“Oh, Y/n, you have yet to learn about him. I’m sure you will find he’s rather charming. He is the pride of the Gojo clan, after all – he has the Six Eyes and Limitless. He’s the strongest, he’ll always be able to protect you – ”

It sounded like the woman talking about him was your mother, with how she praised him so much. She was right, Gojo thought; he could protect you from anything.

His expression was grave after hearing your thoughts. But he put on a lightened smile and masked his slight heartbrokenness when the rituals and main ceremony commenced.

It was a very formal, rigid ceremony. Gojo looked up at you sadly a few times, wishing you would spare a glance. He brooded on the idea that you’ll never love him like he loves you, and then a sickening, ticklish feeling spread in his throat and just as the closing ritual ended, he burst into a coughing fit – one of his worst yet. A bit of blood dribbled out his flushed lips, contrasting against his pale skin. Of course you were concerned – and of course you felt the urge to help and comfort him. But those feelings were purely out of the goodness of your heart.

Friends share love. But even when you and Gojo developed something resembling a friendship, it didn’t alleviate his disease. It was embarrassing sometimes, to realize that you were failing at the one thing you had to do; and that was keep him alive.

He was quite genuinely dying for you to love him.

Yet you refused to be in the same room as him for too long. Your mother had to encourage you. Eventually, both his family and your family worked together to make sure you and Gojo spent adequate time with each other. They organized meetups ranging from fancy nights-out to long voyages to weekend sleepovers. It was comical, how your families got along more smoothly than you and Gojo.

It’s the spring of his nineteenth birthday when the thought of kissing you becomes a reality. Well, it doesn’t go as he planned it. See, Gojo envisioned that kissing you would solve all his problems – he thought he could infect you with his love, somehow worm into your heart through a passionate kiss.

So when you and him sat for tea in a spacious room, kneeled side by side on the tatami mats, he went in for a kiss. You were distractedly straightening out your kimono when suddenly a pair of inexperienced, boyish lips crashed onto yours.

“Mmf!” you reacted with sheer shock – why on earth was he kissing you? The audacity, he had just insulted and made a mockery of you with a cheeky, playful attitude.

“Satoru!” you whined into his mouth.

He cupped the back of your neck and partly entangled his hands in your hair. White lashes sat pretty as he closed his eyes and glided his wettened lips over yours. For the briefest moment, you let yourself enjoy his kiss. But suddenly, as if your principles of love kicked back in and stomped on the moment, you shoved him away.

And a hard shove that was, he fell out of balance and landed on the mats with his elbows, a look of shock and surprise twisting into comedy.

“Playing hard to get?” he joked. His heart sunk ever so slightly at your rejection.

“You can’t just kiss a girl!”

“Come on, I’m your husband – if I can’t kiss you, then who is allowed to?” he asked.

You looked furious, like you were about to bite him, so he slowly started backtracking.

“I just wanted to see if kissing you would – ”

“How dare you, that was my first kiss! I thought I would have a cute first kiss, not a hasty one shared over… over a cup of tea!” you complained.

His expression changed and he started sputtering apologies. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know – I – ahuh!” he started lightly coughing.

And now it was your turn to feel apologetic, because all the bad tension between you and him brought on another violent coughing fit for him.

“I’m okay.” He choked out, eyes water and face reddened – some blood pooled at the corners of his lips, he instinctually brought his hand up to his mouth to catch any that dripped.

You rushed and kneeled over him, placing a much-needed soothing hand on his shoulder. “Satoru, I’m sorry.”

He tried to muster up a joke to lighten your worry, “H-hey, since when d’you call me S-Satoru? I thought it was strictly Go-jo.” he was interrupted by more coughing.

You comforted him, until his parents came into the room. They seemed disappointed with you, but masked it.

The night fell heavy all around the Gojo home. The barren Sakura trees’ branches subtly shook in the wind. A storm was approaching.

“Hey, sweetlips.” Gojo slipped into your room as you were in the middle of preparing for bed. “There’s a big storm comin’, if you get scared you can sleep with me.”

“Are you out of your mi-” you shut up when a sudden, extraordinary crack of lightning sounded and shocked you right out of your skin.

Gojo had a little laughing fit at your overreaction. He was completely calm at such a loud noise. Of course he was.

“I’m not sleeping with you!” you muttered angrily, but then you saw the dejection on his face – no, rather, you saw the way he tried to conceal it, and you felt bad.

Maybe tonight is the night you’ll try harder, you thought.

“Okay, well, don’t cry like a wimp if the thunder scares you ‘cause I won’t come running to soothe you.” He said and left you alone.

When he walked down the hall, his fingers grazed over his lips. All he could think about was how blissful it felt to kiss you, even if you did reject him. And he was your first kiss – maybe it was wrong to smile over that, but he couldn’t help himself as he climbed into the comforts of his bed.

A violent rainstorm engulfed the village.

As the lightning got more frequent and more terrifying, Gojo scrunched up his shoulders and half-hid his face under his blanket. He felt like a boy again, as scared of the thunderstorms as he was when he was seven years old. His pretty upturned nose peaked over the blanket, eyes glistening with tears as he recalled the fateful day you and him encountered each other at the Taiko-bashi.

He held onto that memory with a death grip. No one else ever had the honor of being so close to his heart, not even his best friend who he had made at Jujutsu high when he was seventeen. No, that heart of his he kept reserved for you. He thought to himself that night, while curling up on his side in pain, that even if he dies, at least he would die having been able to love you – albeit without reciprocation.

And then it happened. He shot up and let out a violent cough, and began spluttering over his white blanket. The thunderstorm was so violent that it muffled even the violent coughing in his room. His head felt like a dense ball of tension.

Unrequited love for many boys his age was heartbreaking, but not deadly. He morbidly laughed at that fact, observing the flower that he had thrown up onto his blanket, soaked in his blood.

He was dying.

He defeatedly closed his eyes, breathing through his blood-glistening mouth. His chest lightly heaved. “Y/n, you’re really gonna be the death of me… ah, oh well. That’s okay.” He muttered madly to himself and fell back onto his bed, too weak to stay awake any longer.

It was probably the work of the universe, but you floated down the unlit hall and tapped at Gojo’s doorframe. “Are you awake? Satoru?” you called his name in a gentle murmur.

There was an eerie silence. You slid open the door and caught a glimpse of bloodied sheets and a mangled-looking flower.

“Satoru!” you rushed over to him, stirring him awake with a harsh shake on his arm. “Satoru? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

He groaned weakly – you felt a small relief. He wasn’t dead, though he really looked pale enough to be. His cheeks were flushed, his lips cracked and dry with residual blood.

Not a word you spoke sounded coherent to him though it was, all he heard was the soothing qualities in your voice. Though his vision was blurred, he knew it was you, because he felt the familiar air and scent of you.

He felt a strange sort of alleviation when you cupped his cheeks, murmuring something. Oh, when did he end up in a doctor’s room, laid on a patient’s cot? Weren’t you and him just in his bedroom at night, during a loud thunderstorm?

All he recalled was that you held his hand and squeezed it for a long time, while you were travelling somewhere. He remembered feeling your comforting presence each time his consciousness stirred.

“Have I died and gone to heaven?” he chuckled jokingly, feeling your lips press to his forehead.

“Huh?”

“Probably dreaming…” he muttered to himself.

“Satoru, you’re not in heaven you’re at Doctor Tanaka’s home.” You told him.

He pinched his eyes shut, overwhelmed by his afflicting sickness and Six Eyes.

“I’m so sorry…” he heard you speaking in a more tender voice to him than you ever had before. He felt the pressure in his chest lessen as you spoke, “… I was going to come to you because the thunderstorm scared me… no, actually, because I wanted to be with you. I felt this overwhelming urge to be at your side, and I don’t know why. Satoru, I’ve been such a fool. I’ve been such a scared fool, fearful of loving a stranger. Or, no, I guess I’ve feared loving someone I’m not supposed to be loving. You’re so special I feel driven away by it. But I promise I won’t flee from your love anymore, Satoru – I love you, and I’ll express it as much as I can in this feeble human form. The rest of our love will happen in the stars, after we die, I guess.”

He opened his eyes. It felt like the burdening fog that had been plaguing him since he was a little boy on the Taiko-bashi finally cleared. Everything felt fresh and sharp, and good and properly comforting. It felt like he had woken up from a long dream or arrived home from a harrowing journey through the landscapes of his mind.

“So you can be good with your words.” Was the first thing he said, and that was such a Gojo response that you knew he was okay.

“How do you feel?” you asked him, peering down at him.

He groaned and stretched and shifted around, fussing dramatically.

“I feel…” he began, and looked over at your lips. “Like I deserve to be kissed.”

“Oh, shut up you…”

He pouted. “Okay, ‘guess the kissing can wai- mmf!”

You kissed him very quickly and recoiled from shyness. His lips were divine.

He shot up out of the bed like he couldn’t just believe what happened.

“Wow.” He blinked at you. “So gutsy, you know you’re not allowed to kiss your husband!” he joked.

“You are such a – ”

“ – good kisser?”

“An idiot!” you giggled, genuinely enjoying his company.

The two of you bantered, basking in the newfound feeling of shared love. When the doctor came back in, he was preparing to witness the worst – but he was utterly surprised and at a loss for words when he walked in on you two smiling and laughing.

And it was the talk of the village. Neighbors gossiped, “Did you hear that Gojo Satoru is cured?” they spoke amongst themselves, “I heard! Apparently it’s a very romantic love story, did you read the newspaper article?”

You and Gojo drifted down the Taiko-bashi, together. He squeezed your hand when you set foot on the bridge, the cool skin of his wrist tickling your inner wrist as they pressed together.

“What are we doing here?” you asked him confusedly.

“Don’t you know this place? It’s the place we met.”

“Ooh, you’re romantic, huh?” you smirked.

A small blush crowned his cheeks.

“I’ve been romantic since the start.” He defended.

“What d’you mean! You were so cheeky!” you kicked his leg.

“I was quite a menace, I’m sorry – not sorry – kidding, kidding, I am sorry.”

He looked at you with a cheeky smirk, knowing damn well what you were talking about.

“You know…” he began, looking over the bridge at the river flowing beneath and admiring how the stream carried the Sakura blossoms. “Whenever I used to get coughing fits – bad ones – I would soothe myself with the memory of when we first met here. I can still recall the kimono you wore, and the Sakura that got tangled in your hair – and I thought about…” he came closer to you, speaking with a charming allure, “How badly I wanted to pluck that flower from your hair.”

You blinked up at him. How could such romantic words come out of him? You didn’t know how to respond.

“Ooh, did I make you shy?” he teased.

“No…”

“I totally made you shy. That’s so sweet. Are you blushing?” he giggled, putting his cool palm up to your cheek to feel the heat, “Oh, you’re blushing blushing. You could burn my hand right off.”

“Satoru!” you giggled.

“Ah!” he clutched his chest dramatically when you said his name, “Don’t say my name like that! I have a wife.” He joked.

“You are ridiculous!”

He gave you a big, toothy smile. “But you love me for it.”

“I do.” You tell him, and though he’s heard it many times after that day, each time feels like the first time you’re saying you love him.

“Gimme a kiss.” He asks.

“Come get it.” You tease, slowly backing away off the bridge.

“Seriously? You’re gonna make me chase you for a kiss? I’ve coughed up petals because of you, ‘n you’re gonna do me like this – heyyy! Get back here!”

Running into the petal-littered streets like carefree kids felt so freeing and exhilarating. He felt like he was catching up on all the fun he missed, if only you would have lived in his village as a child or visited more often.

“Got you!”

“Ah! Jesus, you scared – mmmf!”

He didn’t hesitate to take a much-needed kiss from your quivering lips. He kissed you so hard that you felt dizzied, lost for breath, rendered speechless. And he relished the love pouring out from you.

You stood there being kissed by your husband in a quaint alley, standing tiptoed on the Sakura blossom-littered ground to meet him halfway. Gojo’s heart thumped at the smallest things, like the fact you were standing on your tiptoes – that was the cutest thing in the world to him.

The two of you took a break for breath, and silently admired the Sakura blossoms as they drifted, being swept away by the wind.

Gojo looked at them, and looked at you, and thought of everything that had happened up until now. He was about to say something lovey-dovey but blurted out a dumb joke instead just to hear your laugh.

“Damn, I used to cough up those things.”

You laughed, “Your jokes aren’t good, Satoru.”

“But you laughed.” He said cockily.

“Shut up or I will never kiss you again.” You playfully threatened.

“You don’t mean it.” He tilted his head at you. You cracked a smile.

On the walk home, he kept calling you various nicknames – all flowers.

That day became a cherished memory of the past as the two of you weaved your way into proper adulthood. And the nicknames followed; he went through the whole flower alphabet, even the bizarrely named ones, even the Latin root names. When he wanted to annoy you, he’d call you prunus subgenus cerasus.

Now Gojo fusses around the living room of his tiny Tokyo apartment, preparing food for a little boy of the name Megumi. The day is full and busy, but any second he can get with you, he relishes.

“My tulip, 'gimme a kiss.” He asks.

“Come get it.” You tease.

“Ew.” Megumi grimaces, hearing this exchange right as he walks into the kitchen. He walks right back out.

“Gumi, get back here, food is almost ready.” Gojo calls after him, then leans down to try and kiss you but you playfully dodge him.

It always happens like that – he asks for a kiss, you refuse jokingly, he chases after you for a kiss and you scamper away. Like a running joke that’s a callback to your past.

“C’mere, you – ” he finally snatches you up, too needy for a kiss to play around anymore. “Stay right there and let me kiss you.”

He enjoys every second of kissing you, embracing you tight like he’s never letting go. Just like when he first kissed you, Gojo cups the back of your neck and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. It has you breathless, gasping – he’s so alluring that you shudder.

“Satoru!” you scold, “The food will get cold…” you excuse.

“Okay, okay. But you owe me extra kisses tonight.” He winks.

“You’ll have to get them out of me yourself.” You tease.

“Oh, I will, don’t you worry. I’ll take every little kiss I can.” He says determinedly.

He pecks at your lips, savoring the sound and feeling of the act.

“Ew!” Megumi grimaces, and walks out the kitchen just as he walks in like earlier.

“Gumi! Food! Sit-your-silly-butt-and-eat! You rascal you.” Gojo lifts him by the armpits, and tickles him like a real dad.

Megumi is poker-faced at the tickling.

“Y/n, tell Gojo he’s being annoying.”

“Husband, you’re being annoying.” You murmur up at Gojo.

“Am I?” he smiles down at you, giving you another cheeky peck.

Megumi sighs.

“Stop spyin’ and start eating, little lotus.” Gojo threatens playfully.

“Dad. Save the flower nicknames for Y/n.” Megumi scrunches his nose up.

Gojo's face lit up. “Okay, okay. Enjoy eating, I'm gonna go see where she went off to.”

He hurried into the bedroom where you had wandered into and excitedly whisper-shouted “He called me dad!” he gushed like he was the happiest man alive.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

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[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt .1

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: yuuji, gojo, megumi, inumaki

yuuji itadori:

yuuji would defintely take you to a hibachi grill

you’re wearing a baby pink sundress with cherry blossoms on it and he’s wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks cause he wanted to dress up for his girl !!

he thinks it’s really cool how they cook the food in front of you and he likes the entertainment

definetly orders a bunch of other dishes for you guys to share (boy where tf are you getting that money from???)

actually. he saved up all his money so he can take you out for a really nice dinner 🥺 he loves you so much and he just wants you to feel special and beautiful

he orders pork gyoza and tempura shrimp for you guys to share 😈

if it’s your birthday yuuji would ABSOLUTELY tell the cook and have the restaurant sing you happy birthday

then he records it and posts it on his instagram story because he’s just so proud of his girl 💗

if the restaurant has a koi pond he will absolutely LOVE it

afterwards 90% of his camera roll will be pictures of the fish (the other 10% is you)

would be like ‘babe they’re so pretty 😚’ and y’all would spend like twenty minutes just looking at the fish

not that you mind because you love to see your sunshine boy happy and you like the fish too

he would definetly toss coins in the pond with you and be like ‘babe let’s make a wish to be together forever at the same time 🥰’

you would do it of course and he would be over the moon

makes you pose by the fountain and takes pictures of you because his girl is just so pretty, how could he not?? :)

afterwards you guys go get dessert at a cute lil cafe and he gushes about how much he loves you <333

gojo satoru:

you know this man would take you to the most fancy expensive restaurant just because he can

he forgot to tell you so one night at six thirty he’s just like get ready 😏 and you’re like wtf

he orders a taxi (read: nanami) because he can’t drive :/

when you get there there he tells the waiter the name and y’all go sit down at a private table in the back of the restaurant with a really pretty view of the city

the waiter brings out a bottle of red wine and pours it for you while you and satoru chat

when i tell you that he orders so much sushi-

the waiters have brought out a platter of (probably) every type of sushi that the restaurant serves

also his favorite type of sushi roll is shrimp tempura roll I don’t make the rules

he sees a plate of onigiri in front of him and he’s like ‘aww inumaki 🥺’

please he loves his students so much it’s so sweet

you both eat a bunch of it until you’re feeling super full

then he’s like ‘okay babe what do you want to order??’

and you’re like 🙂what

he’s like ‘baby that was just the hors d'oeuvres 😣’

he makes you order a main dish because ‘it’s okay you’ll be hungry again 😙’

you order some miso ramen and he gets a steak

it’s actually really food and you’re glad you had werem’t too full for it

satoru definetly feeds you some of his food from across the table

afterwards, the two of you walk around the streets for a little bit and get some matcha ice cream to finish the night off ✨

megumi fushiguro:

i think that, instead of a restaurant, megumi takes you around the city for street food because you’ve never really explored the city before

it’s absolutely lovely; the weather is nice, it’s not too busy, and it distracts the two of you from being jujutsu sorcerers

you find a street vendor that sells korokke so that’s what you eat first

you see a souvenir shop down the street, so you decide to go in there and get some cute little gifts for your friends 😌

megumi finds a silly pair of tourist sunglasses that he thinks itadori will like and you get nobara a blue scarf decorated with little animals

as you exit the shop, you start to feel hungry again so the two of you decide on yakisoba and it’s delicious 😈

the two of you walk for a while together, hand in hand until you see a stand that sells mochi

you insist to megumi that you have to bring some back for gojo: ‘come on megs, he would love it! especially from you’ ‘he can buy his own food 🙄‘

of course you eventually convince him and gojo loved the sentiment (and the food)

you guys end the night back in his room, cuddling and watching a movie 💜

toge inumaki:

okay so inumaki totally takes you to one of those cute animal restaurants

i’m gonna go with he takes you to a pig cafe <3 and omg they’re so adorable!!

he bought you guys matching hoodies when you started dating so y’all are wearing those 🥺

also i headcanon that inumaki has a really cute instagram that he keeps up with so of course he’d take you to a spot where he could take lots of pictures of his girl <3 and baby pigs ofc

you guys order ramen and sushi and the food is really good! :)

the restaurant has a huge glass wall so you get a really pretty view of the mountains

the vibe in the restaurant is also really nice, there’s chill ambient music playing in the background which reminds you of him 🥺

he thinks you look so cute (and you do ofc)

he can’t really talk about it with you because of his technique so he has his notes app open to type you messages 🥺

he gives you so many forehead and palm kisses so that he makes sure you know how much he loves you 🥺 poor boy it absolutely whipped for you

speaking of being whipped, he also tediously makes sure you’ve eaten enough and that you’re liking our food 

he’ll 100% share his food with you either way, he loves the feeling that he’s taking care of you 

afterwards you guys go get boba tea before you go back to jujutsu high and he walks you back to your room to kiss you goodnight 🥺

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yuuji x reader #Yuji x reader #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #inumaki jjk #inumaki x reader #gojo jjk #jjk gojo #itadori jjk

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 4 (Final)

Despite your crippling fear of men, your family sells you to the Doll House. Luckily, you end up with the handsome, gentlemanly Nanami as your trainer, and he’s about to show you how great a man can be.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Nanami’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Fingering. Divider by @benkeibear!

“Whaaaat?!” 

Your voice comes out louder than you expected as your jaw practically hits the floor. Your aunt shows up out of nowhere, on your birthday, right after a magical date with Nanami, and tells you she’s taking you home? Why now? Scratch that, why did she sell you off in the first place?

You’ve wanted desperately to go home since the moment she dumped you out here, so this should be everything you want. But… Nanami just asked you to be his doll, for the entire ten years! Being with a man you’ve fallen in love with is something you never realized you wanted until now. 

Two things you want desperately, offered to you at the same time, but you can only choose one. 

Your heart and head are getting confused. Everything is happening too fast. 

Your aunt looks at you and smiles, as if she didn’t just abandon you. “I figured four weeks would be enough. Looks like I was right. Look at you, all dressed up, going to dinner with a man.”

“Enough for what?” you ask, feeling strangely numb. 

“Enough to fix your little man-fearing problem,” she says, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. “No niece of mine was going to stay hidden away in her room for the rest of her life, playing those silly games and reading those silly books.”

You stare at her in disbelief. “So, you sent me here to get me over my fear of men?” She nods, and suddenly you feel angry. “How could you?! Do you know how scared I was? I almost jumped out a window!”

“Now, now, don’t get snippy with me,” she says, not seeming to take your words seriously at all. “We can discuss all this privately. The owner has been kind enough to loan us one of the empty rooms for the night so we can finalize the termination of the contract. Come along.”

She walks off down the hall as if she owns the place, leaving you in stunned silence. You look over at Nanami, who has remained quiet this whole time, probably thinking it would be rude to interrupt a family discussion. 

For a brief moment, a look of hurt passes over his face, but then he smiles warmly at you and says, “You get to go home. That’s what you’ve wanted all along, right? I’m happy for you.”

“But-“

“Please forget what I said earlier. Your place is with your family. You don’t belong here, being someone else’s property. Go and live your life.”  

With that, he leans down and kisses your cheek, and then he’s gone, back to his room. You hear his door close, and it feels like he’s shut you out. 

Left alone, you feel even more overwhelmed and confused. Should you go after Nanami? You don’t even know what you want. First of all, you think you should talk to your aunt before making any serious decision. 

You walk down the familiar hallway and find only one door open. Inside, your aunt is sitting in a chair, your doll contract in her hands. She’s reading it over, probably for the tenth time. She’s always been very detail-oriented about things like this. 

When you walk in and shut the door behind you, she looks up. “Don’t worry, the fees for breaking the contract are small,” she says. “There won’t be any problems.”

You’ve read the contract already. You know the fees are most definitely not small, though maybe they are for someone like her. 

“Aunt Rina, did you really send me here just so I could get over my fear?”

She places the contract on the nearby table and crosses her legs. “Of course, honey. And it fixed you right up, didn’t it?”

“But what if I’d gotten stuck with some brute who would abuse me? How could you take that kind of risk with my safety?” you ask, struggling to keep your tone even, controlled. You’re trying to mimic Nanami. 

She scoffs. “Do you think I didn’t extensively research this place, and Nanami Kento specifically, before bringing you here?”

You blink in surprise. “Nanami? You mean you planned for him to be my trainer?”

“I most certainly did,” she replies, looking pleased with herself. “He looks just like that cartoon man you loved so much when you were younger. Prince whatshisname. And after looking into him, he turned out to be perfect. I even spoke with several dolls he’s trained, and all of them had lovely things to say about him. They said he cares about consent, that he’s a wonderful lover, and just generally a prince of a man. I knew he could fix you, so I made sure he was available before bringing you in.”

She keeps using that term. “Fixing”. To her, you’re just a project that needed repairs. You clench your fists at your sides but keep your voice at a calm level. “Aunt Rina, I know you probably meant well, in your own way, but that wasn’t your decision to make. Especially not without even discussing it with me first. Even though Nanami has been wonderful to me, those first few days were hell for me. I was so scared, and I thought I had no family to turn to, because you had abandoned me.”

For the first time, a glimmer of something like guilt flashes in Aunt Rina’s eyes. “I was only trying to help you,” she says, half guilty, half defensive. “You’re such a smart, beautiful young woman. It seemed a shame to watch you rot away.”

You walk over and place one hand on her shoulder. “I understand what you’re saying, but you still didn’t have the right to make that choice for me. And the truth is, whether I’m afraid of men or not, I’m still going to be playing my games and reading my books. Getting over my fear won’t change who I am. You keep wanting to ‘fix me’, but I don’t need to be fixed. Not in the way you mean.”

Aunt Rina opens her mouth to say something, but she stops herself. She watches as you reach down and pick up the contract, then fold it neatly. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking alarmed. 

You tuck the contract into your bra, having no pockets on the dress. “I’m making my own decision for once. I’m choosing how I want to live my life.”

She stands up. “As a doll?! As some man’s plaything?”

“Not ‘some man’, Aunt Rina. The man I love.”

Before she can reply, you leave the room, hoping it’s not too late to take Nanami up on his offer.

*************************

Nanami closes the book in his lap and sighs. He can’t focus on the words at all. His eyes keep drifting over to the empty chair across from him, to the book she’d just started last night, lying untouched on the table. He didn’t realize how much he would miss her comforting presence, the way her face lit up as she read. 

Should he have fought for her? Begged her to stay with him? No, that would have been unfair to her. She never wanted to be a doll in the first place, and that sort of life really didn’t suit her. She had a family and a home to return to, and he wouldn’t dream of trying to force her to give that up. He wouldn’t even ask, so as not to put her in a difficult position. 

Still… he‘ll miss her. 

A few minutes ago, he bagged up her belongings and sat them neatly in the hall. He hopes she’ll quietly take them and leave. He’s not sure he could bear seeing her again, saying goodbye to her. If he sees her face, hears her voice, he might not be able to resist asking her to stay. 

Just as he’s standing up to get ready for bed, he hears a knock at his door. He freezes in place, listening. Then, he hears her sweet voice carry through the door. 

“Nanami? Can we talk?”

He doesn’t answer. He can’t answer. He knows it’s cowardly, but he can’t face her, can’t face the coming farewell. 

“Nanami? K… Kento?”

She’s never called him by his given name before, and his heart races at the sound of it. Why does it have to sound so lovely coming from her mouth? 

There’s a pause, and then she asks, “Are you asleep?”

He doesn’t make a sound, afraid she’ll hear him and know he’s awake. So he waits, and waits, not moving, barely breathing, until it’s been so long that he’s certain she’s gone. Then he exhales a heavy breath and walks over to the door. He slowly cracks it open, and finds no one in the hall. She must have given up and gone to sleep. A tiny, selfish part of him wishes she’d still been there at his door, waiting for him. Surprisingly, her belongings are still on the floor, untouched. Did she not realize what they were?

Nanami closes the door again, locks it, then leans his back against it, eyes downcast. He can faintly smell her perfume. He was right to not open the door for her. It was taking every ounce of his strength to keep from marching straight to the room she’s sharing with her aunt and demand that she choose him. 

The snow is picking up outside. He can hear the frigid wind blowing past his window. He wonders if she’s watching the snow, and at that very moment, he realizes it’s not just the wind he hears. 

Something is banging on his window. 

He looks up in surprise, and between the heavy brown curtains he can just make out a hand pressed against the glass. 

Nanami rushes over and throws the curtains back. There, shivering at his window, red dress billowing around her in the snowy wind, is his doll. He hurriedly opens the window, ignoring the gust of snow hitting him in the face. “What are you doing?!” he yells, taking one of her arms and pulling her inside. He glances out the window behind her and sees a small end table from the welcome room. Did she really drag it outside in the cold and use it to climb up?

Her dress is damp from the snow, and beneath it, she’s wearing chunky black boots. “Are those… Choso’s boots?”

“I borrowed them,” she says, her teeth chattering. “Didn’t want to do this in heels.”

Nanami rushes to his closet and pulls out a coat, then wraps it around her shoulders. “Back to my original question,” he says, “what are you doing?”

“You wouldn’t open your door,” she tells him, seeming unusually bold. “This was my only other idea.”

He’s trying to decide how to respond to that when she reaches into the neckline of her dress and pulls out a folded piece of paper. 

“Here’s my contract,” she says, holding the paper out to him. “Take it, and make me yours!”

Nanami stares at the contract in her hand, but doesn’t take it. “I can’t. You belong with your family. I don’t want to make you-“

“You’re not making me do anything!” she says forcefully. “For the first time in my life, I’m making an important choice for myself. I’m choosing you! Please don’t cheapen that by suggesting that you’re somehow making me do this.”

Nanami looks at her face, into her eyes. He sees nothing but determination and resolve. No doubts, no fear. She’s still holding the contract out to him. His face relaxes as the tension leaves his body. “I can’t take your contract now. The Doll House owns it until your training is complete.”

She blinks and lowers her arm. “Really?”

“Yes. So hold onto it until then.”

Her eyes flick from the contract in her hands to his face. “Does that mean you’ll still keep me?”

He smiles at her. “I’d be honored to officially have you as my doll.”

She squeals in delight and throws her arms around his neck, his coat slipping off her shoulders and falling to the floor. His hands automatically move to her back, rubbing it gently through the silky material of the dress as he tilts his face down to kiss her. 

*************************

You’ve never been so happy before. You fell in love with your trainer, and the feeling is mutual. Now you get to spend the next ten years as his doll. You can’t imagine a more perfect life. 

The two of you have been wrapped in each other’s arms for nearly ten minutes straight, kissing and smiling. But you’ve noticed a few things: Nanami’s kisses are getting deeper, his hands are slowly sliding your dress up your body, and there’s a rock hard bulge in his pants. 

You raise your arms to let him pull the dress over your head, then you step out of Choso’s oversized boots, giggling at the memory of the other trainer’s confused face when you asked to borrow them. Nanami eagerly helps you out of your underwear, then unbuttons his shirt. You watch him pull the fabric off his shoulders, holding your breath without realizing it. Then he’s removing his pants, somehow looking classy even as he steps out of them one leg at a time. 

Once fully undressed, he takes your hand and leads you to the bed. He kisses you once more before taking his place on the mattress, sitting up with his back against the brass headboard. He gently tugs you into his lap, facing away from him, and then his hands are moving all over you, softly groping your thighs and breasts. You lean back against his chest, and his mouth finds your neck. You breathe out a sigh as his hand slips down between your legs, his fingers brushing over your clit. He rubs tiny circles into it until you’re moaning and shuddering in his lap, your pussy dripping wet. 

He pushes you forward until your elbows are almost touching the bed in front of you, your ass raised slightly. Then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back and onto his cock. You gasp as he enters you, this position allowing him to go especially deep. His hands on either side of you guide your movements, so that you’re thrusting back onto him, feeling him hit your sweet spot each time. 

One of his hands leaves your hip and moves up to your neck, where he rubs across your skin, gathering your hair in his fist. He pulls, forcing your back to arch and his cock to shove even deeper into you. You cry out, your body stretching to its limit in various ways. “Ahhh, s-so deep, Daddy!”

He uses your hair to turn your head, so that you’re facing him as he leans around to kiss you. “Such a good girl for me,” he says, his other hand finding your clit again. 

When the pleasure overwhelms you, you stop fucking yourself on his cock for a moment, catching your breath. He firmly tugs your hair, saying, “Don’t slow down, not until you’re full of my cum.”

Fuck, he’s hot when he’s forceful. 

“Sorry, Daddy,” you say with a shaky voice, resuming your thrusts. “It just… feels so good…”

His fingers relentlessly pleasure you as he keeps a tight grip on your hair, keeping your upper body leaning back against him. The stimulation is too much, and you quickly cum, panting and moaning, your whole body quivering. 

But you don’t stop moving, wanting to make Nanami feel as good as you do, wanting to feel his warm cum inside you. Clenching around him, you tilt your face up to kiss him again, deeply, your tongue running over his. It doesn’t take long for him to twitch inside you, and you feel him shudder as his grip on your hair tightens and his cock presses in deeper than ever. He cums into your pussy, filling you to the brim with his warmth. 

Afterward, the two of you are lying in bed, you wrapped in his arms. His hands are idly rubbing your shoulders as he kisses the top of your head. 

“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, his voice quiet. 

“Never,” you say. 

He lets out a sigh, sounding comfortable and content. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you outside my window.”

You look up at him. “Seriously? I thought I looked desperate.”

He smiles down at you. “I thought you looked like a dream, like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You blush and bury your face in his chest. “I’ll talk to my aunt tomorrow,” you say, changing the subject. “I’m the one who signed the contract so she has no say in the matter, but I want to explain things to her anyway. She was wrong to do what she did, but she did raise me.”

“Of course,” he says. There’s a pause, then he adds, “Once your training is over, and I take possession of your contract, I’m going to rip it up.”

You sit up in alarm. “What? Why?”

“I don’t want you to be bound to me because of a legal document,” he tells you. “I want you to stay with me because you choose to. And besides… ten years isn’t nearly enough.”

You grin, snuggling back up to him. “I’ll always choose you. Ten years from now. A hundred years from now. I love you.”

End. 

Tag List:

@suguguro @kaedear @onyxsphynx @poopoobuttsy @butterskyy @collectionofdolls @akaotv @witchbybirth @bloofinntoona @wasurenagusaa @tclbts @tojirin @lucyrocks86 @badbyeyoongi @97britt @aydene @lzaj19 @lyn-lotte @missthatgirl @peachedtv @ladytamayolover @nanam1nx @deegausserr

Note for those on the tag list: I’m doing Sukuna’s part next and since it will involve some more extreme elements (s&m, erotic torture, ptsd, things like that, though everything that happens between Sukuna and Reader will be consensual), I’m not going to keep this tag list. If you’d like to be tagged in the Sukuna chapters, please tell me so! Otherwise, I’ll resume tagging you when I get to the next trainer! 

#nanami x reader #nanami #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x you #x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut

[smolbean12]

Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nobara and Maki's here

Itadori and Megumi's here

Sukuna and Naoya's here

☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

First of all, all the best. You really need it.

He's a menace.

Will wake you up at 3am and ask you stuff like "Do you think bugs will take over the world someday? They're tiny but I'm really scared of them."

"Satoru what the actual fu-?"

He would mostly only date someone if he was 100% sure that they could protect themselves or if he could be there for them.

But if he did start liking someone seriously, he would not cheat. He has found the one and there is no reason to drive them away.

He acts happy and carefree in front of others but in front of his lover he crumbles.

He's able to be weak for once and cry and cry and cry. please hug him, he deserves it.

Sometimes he gets really whiny and cuddly and won't let you go even if you both cuddled for the whole day.

"I got you some souvenirs from my mission!"

You take him to meet your parents and he manspreads the entire couch. So, your dad has to bring a chair from the dining table and sit on it. Asks your dad stupid questions to annoy him. "Why can't we just print more money?" everyone pretends not to notice the TV remote chucked at him

Flirts with your grandma. She loves him.

Eats the dessert your mom made and only the dessert. Your dad has to warn him about diabetes. i wonder if he has a lot of cavities

Your mom and grandma really love him but your dad hates his guts.

He's just a 6'3 tall babie who likes sweets and you :)

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

When I tell you this man is boyfriend, husband and baby daddy material.

He is THE man. The only man ever. gojo you lucky lucky man

Treats you SO WELL that you start thinking he's imaginary 'cause no way anybody is THIS perfect.

This is the Geto Suguru before defecting btw.

Never forgets any of the important dates like your birthday, your mom's birthday etc etc

"Hey, isn't it your second cousin's dog's birthday today?"

Lots of friendly banter. He looooves giving you silly little nicknames. He looks at you lovingly and goes, "My little tolerable monkey" jkjk

He's a human heater. Always warm no matter the weather. You wouldn't even need a blanket when you sleep next to him. He will put his arm and leg around you and snuggle his face in your hair.

You weren't scared at all to introduce him to your parents. He instantly becomes your family's favorite and they forget about you and keep Geto forever :(

Helps your mom in cooking dinner, setting the table and washing the dishes. Helps your dad to fix the light bulb and engages him in deep conversations.

Helps you wash your hair when you're feeling too tired. Will also cook you your favorite food and try to cheer you up.

Sometimes he gets really angry during arguments but he always makes sure to think things over and apologize if he said something hurtful to you. He makes sure the issue is solved and that the both of you are happy.

The best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. except he became evil and died

reblogs are appreciated :)

Work by: @smolbean12

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[antithesixm]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO

happy birthday to the most the beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, perfect, loveable, adorable, prettiest man ever, my glorious blue eyed king. he has changed my life so so so much and honestly, i’m not even joking when i talk about how much i love him. it’s unhealthy at this point but it also somehow feels so so so worth it because it’s him. i wouldn’t dare say this openly under any other circumstance in fear of being seen as actually crazy but this is a long ass paragraph that i’m like 99.9% sure nobody will read so.. i honestly think he’s my true love, i don’t think i can love anyone as much as i love him like, i have so much love for him that sometimes my heart can’t take it, and i feel overwhelmed with the realisation that i’ll never love a real person as much as i love him; it’s a terrifying realisation but oddly satisfying at the same time, because now i know i’m capable of this emotion. at first, it was just a silly little joke because i thought he was hot but now, i fear that i may not be able to love another person like how i love him. happy 34th birthday, my love, my lifeline, my world, my sea, my moon, my stars, my sun, my sky, my pulse, my blood. you are paradise, heaven, the ocean, the starry night sky, and everything beautiful. i dedicate my everything to you. i truly believe that i was born on this earth for the sole purpose of loving you. you are what keeps me alive, you are the air that i breathe, the water that i drink, the food that i eat. my heart beats for you and only you, my light. i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you so much that it’s unfathomable. if you killed me and sent me straight to hell, i’d happily be a foolish sinner, happily singing you praises as i burn for all eternity. once again, happy birthday. i love you, i miss you, i need you. please come home or my heart won’t be able to take it anymore :,)

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[agoldenluckycat]

Happy Birthday Gojo! 🥳

I wrote this for Gojo’s Birthday (Dec 7th) in one sitting. I have not proofread so I apologize for the errors. I am writing during breaks on my phone so it is what it is.

Gojo x reader, reader is she/her, mostly fluff, some angst and pining.

He didn’t know when she’d become so important to him. He’s been so careful. Since Suguru…since his whole life really, he’d kept everyone at arms length, for their safety and his.

But now he’s watching her walk in the hall with Shoko, all soft smiles and genuine interest in what the good doctor is saying to her. She moves like the motions are part of her conversation, her body always slightly tilted toward the person she’s speaking to, showing you have her full attention. She laughs at a joke Shoko makes and his heart flutters.

When did it start doing that again? When did she start this reaction in him.

His musing distracts him and before he knows it she has caught sight of him. He should be heading to the classroom he’s teaching in today, she’s got classes to teach today too, but she smiles so widely when she sees him and her eyes light up so brightly he can’t be bothered with anything else but her.

“Gojo!” She shouts happily as she makes her way over to him, her messenger bag slung over her shoulder bouncing in time with her quickening pace.

He only has a few moments to stare at her, to take her form in as she makes her way to him. She’s breath taking, she’s warm and she’s….safe…a feeling he had never allowed himself.

When her feet hit the imaginary mark he’s made on the floor, the one he decides that means someone is getting too close and the shields need to go up, he puts on his usual disguise.

“Good afternoon, sunshine” he teases but he means it. She is his sunshine.

She giggles at the nickname and his knees feel weak.

“Good afternoon” she responds “I have a gift for you”

He is genuinely surprised and it causes him to put the walls up a little more. Gifts always came with stipulations. As a child he got gifts from those who wanted to use him and as an adult it was from those who wanted to control him.

But when she digs in her messenger bag, pulling out a small package, wrapped in brown paper with a twine bow and holds it out to him, he can’t seem to be afraid.

“I’m sure it’s silly to get a gift for a man who could buy anything he wants but I couldn’t let your Birthday go by without something, ya know?”

She knew. She knew it was his birthday.

He’s long since stopped celebrating his birthday. He hardly marks the occasion except for a little self pitying birthday breakfast he has made. Otherwise it’s generally a normal day.

He takes the package from her, his long fingers end up grazing hers and it’s the most excited he’s been to touch another person in so long.

The contact has affected her as well. The makings of a blush appear on her cheeks and as she tucks her hair behind her ears, he sees some red developing there as well.

When he finally has it in hand she looks up at him and smiles, always smiling, and their eyes lock for a moment. They’re interrupted however by Shoko calling out for her.

“Better get going” she says softly “Happy Birthday, Gojo, I’m very glad you were born”

Then with a wave she turns and joins Shoko once more, he watches her form retreat and everything in him longs to chase after her. To take her in his arms and kiss her. To do more than just kiss her. To tell her that he was born on this day so many years ago so he could be here and meet her, that he was born for her.

But he simply watches her head down the hall and out of sight.

When she is finally gone he looks to the gift. Unwrapping it carefully he is greeted with a picture frame. In the frame is a Polaroid of the two of them. In the photo you could tell neither knew they were being photographed and were simply walking down the hall together.

It’s then he sees the dopey grin on his face, his posture, his eyes. Anyone else wouldn’t know, would think it was simply a friendly chat but he..he knew himself and it was clear.

He was in love.

#jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #Satoru Gojo #geto jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #Gojo x oc #Gojo reader #gojo fanfic #gojo drabbles #Gojo JJK #happy birthday Gojo

[2018-01-20]

HI BABE I DIDNT KNOW KT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY AND I FEEL SO SO BAD SO ONCE I GET THEOUGH MY CLASSES THIS WEEK ILL FINISH UP MY SATORU WIP AND DEDICATE IT TO YOU PROMOSE AND IF I DONT YOU CAN YELL AT ME TK FINSH IT

ILY SM I HOPE YOU HAD A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND THAT EVERTHING IS GOING WELL

srry for being so aggressive with the all caps but it’s bc of my dedication of love for you obvs /p 🫶🩵🎂

LEE OH MY GOD. I HAVW SO MUCH TO AAY

first of all THANK U SO MUCH?!!?? ITS OKAY LEE PLEAASE DONT FEEL BAD OMG 😭😭 IM SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING THIS SO LATE BUT WTF ILYSM i literally just logged back on today and oh. my god. UR FIC IS MAKING ME KICKK MY FEETTT I CANTTT.

EVERTHING IS ABSOLUTELY GOING WELL AND UR FIC MADE MY WHOLE DAY 🫶🫶🫶 pls scream at me w caps anytime i love it so much THANK U THANK THANK U LEEE i literally hope you have the bestest day ever bc u deserve it and also now im in incredible brainrot for gojo satoru because of ur beautiful writing i cant anymore man

the way u write dialogue OHHH GODDD i just swoon. lil old reader making the big strongest man tall superman gojo satoru shy is EVERYTHING TO MEEEE U SONT UDNERSTANDNSKMQKFM

literally. these 2 lines bro are my absolute fav i could not stop kicking my feet and rereading it over and over i am now going to tattoo this across my forehead ???????? lee what have u done to me ?????? just the little phrase "but you make him nervous" and "um hi" is so freaking cute it speaks literal worlds holy moly

AND THE LAST LINE BRO ALMFLAMDKAMDM THE WAY HE TEXTS its so silly and annoying i hate him (liteeally blushing i can tnaymore)

#LEE. #I WANT TO DEDICATE A FIC BACK TO U SO BAD OH MY GOD #HOLD ON FOR ME PELASE I JUST NEED TIME HOLY SHIET

[candlelight27]

A Helping Hand

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Summary: You're stressing over an exam. Gojo, as he's getting on your nerves, decides to help you studying. But his methods are questionable.

Warnings: NSFW +18, cunnilingus, fingering, SMUT

Word Count: 3190

AO3: A Helping Hand

A/N:  Happy New Year!! I didn't manage to finish this for Gojo's birthday :( but it's here at last, yay! Enjoy the filth! I couldn't help myself because I have HEAVY JJK brainrot :(

“Why are you so pressed about this?”, Gojo asks, gesturing towards your stack of papers.

The door slams and his steps approach you without any intent of leaving. Confining yourself to the privacy of your room doesn’t give him the hint that you want to be alone. Or rather, he doesn’t care. Instead of sitting down in your bed or another chair, Gojo decides to invade your personal space even more by taking a seat right on top of your desk, where you are working.

“Because I really want to pass this test!”, you glare daggers at him. Some of your papers are trapped under him, but it’s a lost cause to try and save them. Gojo Satoru isn’t moving.

“You don’t need a degree to be a sorcerer”, he simply states as he concedes you an award-winning smile. He looks you up and down from his higher position, the blue irises of his eyes peeking right above his black, round glasses.

You’re feeling exposed in your chair and your outfit, vulnerable before the powerful – and annoying – man. At some point, your eyes divert from his, because what you’re about to admit embarrasses you a little. You furrow your eyebrows and cross your legs. Gojo doesn’t miss the sight of your tender thighs, thanking the skies for your short skirt riding up.

“I know that, but I want to feel like a normal person for once.”

You manage to contain the hesitance in your voice, yet still it comes out softly. The man in front of you nods.

“Okay, okay, I understand”, Gojo pats your head. It comforts you that he doesn’t consider your small confession silly. He might not get it completely, like he might not get most of the feelings humble, human sorcerers have, but he’s able to sympathize with the sentiment. You’re expecting him to concede and disappear. But you’re wrong. “Then, let me help you!”

“Gojo, I know you’re a pain in the ass for most of the people living here, but sometimes I can’t help but think I’m your favourite victim.”

“C’mon! It’ll be fun!”, he beams. “Plus, you’ll find out why I’m the best teacher there is!”

“I’m not asking for your help”, you deadpan. “And don’t you have actual students? Responsibilities you need to attend?”

“I have time for everything”, the sorcerer chuckles. “Even if I hadn’t time, you said it yourself, you’re my favourite victim.”

“Have you ever studied anything that’s not related to curses?”, you press, changing the subject. It’s not that you don’t like to be around Gojo – you even had a stupid crush on him during your teenage years – but he has the habit of getting on your nerves and you really need to study in order to pass your test. He has time to waste, but you do not. Besides, you want to demonstrate that you’re able to do this on your own. You want to demonstrate you own abilities beyond exorcisms – and you want him to look at you as an equal, not as someone he always has to take care of.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed”, he starts, “but I’ll repeat it for you: I teach for a living.” Before you can interrupt him, he holds his forefinger to his lips to shut you up. “Naturally, I know effective ways to study.”

Your ears perk at that.

A few tips can’t hurt anyone, right? And the sooner you comply, the sooner Gojo will be gone.

“Fine, I’m listening.”

“In its due time. Go on, start studying, I need to observe what you’re doing wrong,” the white-haired man commands, accompanying his insistence with his hands. You can’t help but obey.

What are you supposed to do? You simply start where you left it. Reading the boring titles to orientate yourself, lengthy paragraph after lengthy paragraph of your own handwriting passes before your eyes. But it seems as if, despite your effort, the words have no meaning. Your brain is retaining absolutely nothing. Just like before Gojo barged in, you were in a dead-end street. It’s exasperating.

In addition to your troubles, the white-haired prick distracts you without even trying.

Even if your gaze is fixed upon the printed pages, your mind turns to Gojo. The rhythm of his breathes, the way he gets up from your desk to roam the room, his steps, his heat when he comes closer… Is he looming over your shoulder? You don’t dare to look. But you’re certain he’s looking at you with his piercing eyes – you can feel it all over your skin.

You’re denial about your infatuation for him crumbles like broken crystal in mere seconds. His effect on you is too dangerous. That’s why you avoid him like the plague – even thought he does exactly the opposite.

It’s time to try a different tactic.

You take a pen in your fingers and open your notebook. Writing down key words should boost your concentration. Yet it’s also useless. The only thing you could remember a couple of seconds later was that same word; you can’t even think about why you wrote it in the first place.

You sigh and Gojo suddenly talks.

“I see the problem”, he concludes. His index finger is placed under his chin and his thumb on his cheek. The man moves behind you, where you can’t see him.

“And what is it?”, you hum and turn your head around.

“You can’t concentrate!”

“Of course I can’t!”, you bark back at him, rolling your eyes. “You’re the one distracting me!”

“Oh, so I’m a distraction?” Gojo’s smile is evil, as it demonstrates he has you right where he wants. “But it’s something different. You’re way too tense to confront the learning process”, he says as he places a hand on your shoulder. The already stressed shoulder reacts, hardening even more, as if it was proving his point. You’re nervous all over. He’s always touchy-feely when it comes to you, yet this feels far more intimate than the casual brushes and random shows of affection of your tormentor.

His long fingers trace the line of your back, only to come back to your shoulders to press them. He’s silent the whole time, probably not to scare you away. His fingertips dive into your flesh, only the clothing of your clothes isolating from his touch, and kneads right under your neck. The way the man works your sore muscles is heavenly. Gojo Satoru, much to your dismay, actually exceeds at everything he does.

Before you forget your ability to speak, you come back to reality to softly protest.

“What are you doing?”, you manage to whisper, scared of a moan leaving your lips. Your hands grab the edge of your desk while Gojo pushes you towards it. This way, he has an ampler angle to work your body. You hate that you barely resist, resting your cheek in the cold, wooden surface.

“A massage. Isn’t it obvious?”, he chuckles. He keeps his rotating motion on the upper part of your torso.

“But what does it have to do with-?”, you start, but Gojo interrupts you.

“Shush!”, he chastises. “Just trust your beloved fellow jujutsu sorcerer! Your body has a lot to do with your capacity of focusing.”

“If you say so…”

You weren’t complaining. You readjust yourself and use your arms as a pillow. In the process, some of your papers are crumpled, but you can’t care less. You’re happily yielding to Gojo’s eccentricities. After all, it feels so good…

The man sinks his thumbs under your shoulder blades, easing the kinks. You gulp. He decides you’re wearing too many layers for his liking, so he takes the liberty to slip his hands under your shirt.

You jolt as you feel his fingertips directly over your skin. Your heart hammers your chest and your eyes grow wide.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not going to cop a feel!”, he laughs, his voice low and rough. You calm a little. “Unless…”

“Gojo!”, you scold. However – even though you would deny it to anyone – the prospect excites you in a way.

“It’s Satoru from now on, okay? I don’t know why you still call me by my surname after all we’ve been through together”, he states, and you make a noise in agreement. ‘Whatever’, you want to say, but it’s more of a muffled grunt. You don’t trust your voice anymore. “You should relax more”, Gojo whispers as his warm hands descend towards the small of your back.

“I already…”, you try, but it’s hard to talk while his sinful digits are on you, “do things… like exercise and scented candles…”

His big hands proceed to brush your sides and you shiver.

“No, no”, he answers, exclaiming your name. “I mean other kind of things…”

“Like what?”

“Mind if I massage your legs now?”

You stretch out, looking at him. You shouldn’t trust him, not in the least. He’s onto something. You shouldn’t let his wandering hands anywhere close, you’ve already tempted fate too much. He’s a tease, and this doesn’t mean anything to him – but you, on the other hand, are dangerously close to falling for him. However, his warm palms caressing you feel so good, and you can’t resist it any longer. So, against all better judgement, you agree.

“Okay, but behave.”

You rest your back on the chair once again and keep a space between you and the desk. Gojo sits there, right in front of you, amongst your legs. He crosses his and makes himself at home.

“Promise me you won’t slap me,” he resumes the conversation. Meanwhile, the man is taking off your shoes and socks.

“Huh?”

“Those other things I was talking about,” Gojo answers. His thumbs stick into the flesh of your calves, soothing all the tension built from standing up. A shock of electricity shakes your centre, but you hide it.

“Fine, whatever. Just tell me.”

His movement leads him just under your thigh, and he gets the slightest peak of your underwear when you part your legs. Gojo hopes you’re into him because he can’t wait to ravish your body in any way you let him. It’s time to drop the hints and use heavy artillery.

“You should get off from time to time.”

You gulp.

“Gojo!”

You’re about to put your leg away, but he’s way stronger than you, keeping you easily still.

“What’s wrong? Masturbating is important.”

“Stop, Gojo!” You can’t believe how shameless this man is.

“So? Do you do it or not?”, he presses and places his cheek over your knee. You’re sure he’s having an eyeful of your panties. All the same, there’s an invisible force stopping you from pushing him away.

“It’s none of your business!”

“I’d say…,” his hand creeps toward the hem of your skirt, “it’s been a while. You know, it’s been a long time since I don’t hear your little moans from my room.”

“Please, Gojo, shut up right now”, you cover your face with your hands. He knows you’re about to run away, so he needs to be careful with his indecent proposition.

“It’s Satoru, sweety.”

“Okay, Satoru, shut the fuck up.”

“I don’t get why you’re so riled up”, he huffs. “I could help you.”

“That’s a horrible idea…”, you whisper, but you’re aware that you’re weak. If he keeps going, you wouldn’t be able to deny him. You should have seen it coming. He was paving the way with his massage, to get you all needy and go along with the flow. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why? It feels better than doing it by yourself. And since you seem to have only eyes for me, I’ll gladly take responsibility.”

“Go-Satoru…”, you moan, for he’s focusing his ministrations on the mid part of your thighs. It’s risky. But his thumbs are tracing circles on your skin. If you have sex with the white-haired sorcerer, you’re lost. But you really want it.

“If you want me to stop, just say no. But something tells me you want this…”

“But… what if…?”

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to make you orgasm.” His words heat you up instantly. Then, Gojo calls your name and bit the fleshy meat of your leg. That devil knows all your weak spots. “Do you trust me?”

“I wish I didn’t…”

“C’mon, sweet-cheeks.”

“Okay… okay, just do something already!”

“Gladly.”

Gojo parts your legs and sticks his face onto the wet cloth of your panties, inhaling deeply your scent. You moan at the sudden contact and you swear you can feel how the bastard smiles. Working quickly, as if he has been waiting a hundred of years for this moment, he puts your underwear away and his tongue is on you.

Of course, the sorcerer teases you. He traces delicate lines along your slit and your bundle of nerves, not applying enough pressure to completely satisfy you. Your hunger for him keeps growing. You try to egg him on, yet he keeps your legs in an iron grip.

“Satoru!”, you complain. The burning in your lower belly is unbearable.

“Sorry,” Gojo murmurs, “I like playing with my food.”

Your whole body tingles. You try once more, your fingers burying themselves under white strands of hair, but Satoru Gojo is an unmovable force. No matter what you do, he keeps his light play. Your wetness mixed with his own spit, and you’re thankful that his eyes are closed. Still, that damned man is probably even aware of your heartbeat, since you can’t hide anything from those six eyes of his.

When you can’t contain your vocal cords anymore and small whines and pleas fill the room, he decides to change his torturous pace. His tongue laps at your clitoris, this time with enough pressure to make you see stars. The man traces all sort of forms and is driving your crazy in the process. Gojo hums.

You pull at his hair with more force, and he seems to like it. It seems that hours pass until he speaks.

“Think you can cum from this or you want my fingers?”, he asks.

“I…”, you’re about to answer, but your words are cut when his lips cover your core and suck.

“Cat got your tongue?”, he mocks, infinitely amused, only to go back to his ministrations. A moan escapes your mouth instead of a coherent sentence. “If you can’t decide…, I’ll decide for you.”

Suddenly, his right hand leaves the side of your thigh. Your core, the place where you need him the most at this instant, is met with his middle finger. He buries his digit in you. You realize, as you open your eyes, that his blue orbs are studying you with his full attention. Your face becomes warm, and you feel self-conscious. However, the feeling is discarded by the myriad of sensations Gojo is making you feel.

“That face you’re making, I wouldn’t mind seeing it again”, he says, his smirk shiny with your fluids. You’re confused at that. What’s he implying? Yet, in an instant, he’s back on you, as if he hasn’t said anything, and you get lost in pleasure.

He curls his finger and you twist your hips. ‘Jackpot!’, Satoru whispers to himself, buy you can hear him anyways.

Another finger joins the previous one, sliding into you without any resistance. You sigh. The sorcerer focuses on that rough patch as he hits it on and on and on. You almost forget it’s Gojo the man who’s so close to make you cum – until he bites your thigh.

“What are you doing?!”, you shout or moan, as he chuckles.

“Look at me while you cum”, Satoru commands.

So, to avoid any further ploys, you keep your eyes glue to him. However, the coy devil knows this game better than you. His lips latch around your clit again at the same time his skilled hand works wonders inside your wetness. It’s as if he knows exactly where and what he should push and pull to make you melt.

And the worst thing is that he’s staring at your face the whole time. While he finds your expressions endearing, you’re ashamed to let go.

You can’t let Gojo see you like this. It’s too much. He’ll tease you forever.

It’s easier said than done when your climax is approaching you like lightning and the object of your desire is the one who’s making you feel all these things. They’re not new, but the white-haired man sure is taking them to another level.

Another stroke to your core and you’re just there. And he’s watching closely. And you can’t contain yourself anymore.

In a matter of seconds, his hands and the lower part of his face is covered in your release. You hate to admit it’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had, and you hate to admit that now you ache for more. He keeps his motions, fingers and lips, until you stop moving and it’s too overwhelming. Still, despite your protests, he laps you clean.

“Don’t you feel better?”, he speaks.

But before you can answer, he rises on his knees and kisses you, all teeth and tongue. You taste yourself in him. It’s rather unexpected, but it gives you a little hope for the future.

“Mind if I keep these?”, Gojo smirks and points to your panties, which already are tucked inside his pocket. You roll your eyes and shrug your shoulders. His lips are near yours, his nose touches yours, and it’s way too intimate.

“What now?”, you ask. He goes back to his position on your desk, breaking the moment. You’re fixing your clothes to regain your sense of dignity while he’s cleaning the splashes of your cum on his dark glasses.

“Well, I’m the ever-giving lover, so I’m not going to ask you for anything, unless-”

“Okay!”, you say. You’re pondering whether getting a small revenge for all that teasing. You had a feeling that Gojo would come back to you at some point. He’s interested in you, right? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have done that number on you. So why shouldn’t you make him suffer a little? In the end, you’ll have your way today. “Then go away, I have to study some more now that I can focus.”

“What?”, he blinked, dumbfounded. Gojo was clearly expecting some reciprocity.

“What?”, you repeated back.

“So you’re going to leave me like this?”, he says, his pout evident on his lower lip. Despite it, no amount of puppy eyes could sour the satisfaction of picking on Gojo Satoru.

“Yes, because I really want to pass this test. But…” This times, it was his ears that perked at your words. “Maybe after I take it, if you take me on a date, we can resume things where we left.”

He stands up, looking annoyed. You, on the other hand, wear a grin ear to ear.

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you shopping to Shibuya. So when did you say you were finished?”

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[sageandfrog]

Office Affairs//JujutsuKaisen x Fem!reader Chapter 1

Fem!y/n x Nanami Kento| y/n x Bestfriend!Gojo Satoru

A chuckle leaves Kento's lips when he starts to bounce and flex his leg hitting my clit continuously. “Use me baby, you deserve it.”

Words: 4,030

This is a 4 part series and will not be continued once finished. We also have a wattpad.

6:00 am

It was 6:00 when my alarm went off. My eyes were heavy as I reluctantly reached for my phone. The sun had barely brightened the sky yet the sun's bright rays pierced through my curtains warming up my face.

Today was my 25th birthday... yay.

I never cared for birthdays. A bunch of people who never acknowledge me pretend they know me for a day just for a slice of cake.

No thank you.

I could care less if I was celebrated or not, but then memories of my last birthday came crashing in and a smile creeped on my face. It was after hours when a gentle frame approached me. He had a cheeky grin on his face, a small candle brightened the dim room as he looked at me,"Happy Birthday y/n".

Suddenly I feel excited to go into work. I've been working for an expensive advertising firm for the past 2 years now. I was one of the main designer's assistants. I actually started as an intern straight out of college and have been working my way through the company.

I lay in bed for a few moments wondering what to wear for the day when my phone began to ring, interrupting me mid-thought. It was Gojo.

"Hello?"

"Happy Birthday Stink!"

Gojo always called me some random pet name. Never the same one twice in one day, I found it silly and endearing.

"Thanks, love."

" Did I wake you up?"

"No I was just chilling in bed."

"Want me to join you? I can give you a morning workout?"I rolled my eyes and laughed as I looked at the time. Gojo and I always had a playful friendship; he loves to tease me and I don't mind.

"Yeah no offense but old man pubes aren't my thing."

"Who said they were white?"

"Aren't they?"

"Wanna find out?"

"No!"

"Aw you're such a tease y/n... anyway be ready by 8:30 and we can carpool today. I shall not let my gremlin take the train on her birthday!"

I finally slither out of my covers and stretch, mentally preparing for the day. "Wow thanks, and can you please text me this time instead of honking the horn. My landlord wouldn't stop complaining last time."

"Yeah yeah sure I'll see you then," the call ended.

I finally got out of bed and laughed a little thinking about my unhinged friend. Gojo was actually the first person I talked to in the company. I had just graduated college when some guy gave me a call offering me an internship for the most renowned advertising company in the country.

I remember my first day, I was so nervous and shy. I wore a pencil skirt a size too small and fell on my ass.

I couldn't get up without my skirt tearing from the seams.

Fuck this is embarrassing.

I tried shimmying up against my chair for a good five minutes when I realized a tall figure watching me fail over and over again at the opening of my cubicle.

"Need some help there?" He had on a black bomber jackect with a white- T and sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses inside?

"Please."

He picked me up by my arms and sat me back down in my chair.

"Thanks you're a lifesaver." He giggled watching me adjust myself with embarrassment plastered on my face. Ever since that day I couldn't get rid of him.

Gojo was the one who taught me everything I needed to know in the business. I shadowed him for the majority of my internship and we grew quite close. It didn't take long for me to realize he wasn't like most mentors.

He'd like hanging out with the interns and actually getting to know us. Because all the others were still underage I was stuck going to the bars with him. Shit I was practically his wingman by the end of my internship.

Around the office there are rumors that we are a thing but that's just absolutely ridiculous. I can acknowledge that the man is hot but he's not my type. I have my eye on someone else.

I look in the mirror examining the tired look on my face. I think today I'll wear something more sexy and less old librarian. I grabbed my makeup bag and went to town, beating my face.

I chose a simple yet smokey eye look with a nude lip. As I curled my lashes, images of blond slicked back hair and strong arms flooded my brain. Is he awake right now? No matter what day it is I can never escape that man. Nanami... my boss.

I get up and change into something black and tight fitting. It made my ass look plump and firm while it caressed my little tummy pudge. The material felt cool leaving slight goosebumps on my skin. I wore a jacket over it with my favorite pair of heels. I felt good, I felt confident. Maybe today will be a good day afterall.

I grab my keys when I hear Gojo's car honk outside. Little shit. It's bright out now, I wince at the sunlight, my shoes clicking against the pavement. I look up when I hear an obnoxious holler from the front seat.

"Damn y/n... you trying to get laid?"

"Fuck you! Hey before we go can we stop somewhere?"

"Where to, my lady?" he chimed as he opened the door for me from the inside.

"The bakery down the corner, I want breakfast." Please don't say anything, please don't say anything.

He stared at me for a second and laughed," Are you kidding me... wow. You are so far up his ass it's not even funny anymore."

"Drop it. It's my birthday you can't give me shit."

The truth was I wanted to see a smile on Nanami's usually stoic face when I remembered his favorite pastry.

"Whatever you say princess."

The mood was awkward and tense now. Gojo seemed annoyed and bothered. I don't know what to say, maybe taking the train would have been better. I turn to Gojo when I see him plug in his phone to the aux.

The song "U Remind Me" by Usher comes on and I see Gojo smile. I make fun of him all the time for having an Usher phase. The guy praised the singer as a teen. I watch him with amusement as he sings each word gesturing towards me. He's really bad.

He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his seat facing me. I couldn't resist his enthusiasm and started singing along too. It's really hard to not have fun around Gojo.

By the time we had pulled up to the bakery we were both giddy and loud. We both go inside adventuring the various breads. Gojo always wanted something sweet, he was like a child. The man won't eat a donut without sprinkles.

I grabbed some sweets and placed them in a separate tray as Gojo waited for me in the front. I was on a mission. Nanami liked more light and fluffy bread. The ones that can go with pretty much everything, the ones that practically melt in your mouth. My eyes lit up when I saw the perfect roll, it was fresh and hot to the touch.

I ran up to Gojo, satisfied with my pick of the day. He told me to wait in the car as he paid, "My treat, honeybun."

"You're exhausting." I cringe to myself as I walk out of the bakery. I almost slipped trying to open the car door. Gojo watches from the window with a hopeless expression on his face.

"What am I going to do with her..."

9:57 am

We were just on time when Gojo finally found a parking spot.

"Hurry up, let's go!"

"It's not my fault you wanted to get bread for your boyfriend," I flipped him off as I stormed to the entrance with the bag of bread in my hand. I go to my station and finally clock in without a moment to spare.

Gojo walks in behind me already dreading the work load. I take off my jacket when I hear a haul in others conversations around me. What's up with them?

Unfortunately I was the only woman in our department. The advertising business isn't very diverse, which drove me crazy.

I hate having to deal with mansplaining and wandering eyes when I speak to my coworkers. If it weren't for Gojo and Nanami I probably wouldn't have felt safe working here on my own.

They always reminded me I was one of the best in the company, especially Nanami.

I was his second in command and took great pride in knowing he trusted me.

The room feels different now. It's like I'm on display. Gojo comes in close to whisper,

" I think you outdid yourself today sweetheart... he's gonna notice."

I look around and see everyone side-eye me, some smiled while others looked confused. I start to feel queasy knowing that people are looking at me.

Should I change? Go home?

I jump when I hear someone else walk in. There he was.

He had a deep blue button up tucked into his beige pants. His sleeves were cupped to his elbows, his smooth veiny arms looked chiseled and toned. Today he wore his brown watch that brought out the warmth of his brown eyes.

His shoulders were wide as he stood tall and proud. He was cautiously eyeing the documents in his hand. Authority practically pouring out of him, I wanted to touch him, follow his every order.

My face starts to soften seeing him concentrate on the paper in front of him. He tends to bite the inside of his bottom lip, it's almost like he's pouting. Well no time to change now.

"Good morning Nanami," ew am I too eager?

"Morning y/n." he didn't even look at me. Usually he gives me a tiny smile and nod.

"Gojo and I went to the bakery and I remembered your favorite." I lifted the bag to him as he still focused on his clipboard.

"Is that so?"

Is he seriously not going to look at me? Gojo watched from the side with a cackle threatening to pierce through his lips.

"Yeah... here," he glanced at me and the bag in my hand. Something was different about his expression. He looked surprised and indifferent at the same time. Is he tired? Did I overstep?

He gulped, "Thank you y/n, can you put it on my desk please?"

"Uh sure." That was kinda rude, what's up with him today.

I place the bag neatly on his desk and make my way back to mine waiting for my daily files to be presented to me. I couldn't help but sit there confused, wondering why Nanami was so different today.

12:00 PM

I go through my emails while a few of my fellow employees wish me a happy birthday, some hand me cards others a pat on the shoulder. Looking back at my computer I notice some rude emails, letting out a heavy sigh I turn my head to the side. Nanami is in his office with piles of papers and packets scattered on his table.

He always makes sure I have less paperwork to go over than him. Today was the day for meetings and as his assistant I'm supposed to join him but something about today made me uneasy.

Along with the rude emails, I had tripped multiple times and knocked over my workload of papers. I need a coffee break.

I decided to bring his favorite drink to his office. A black coffee with two sugars when he opened the door, knocking the scolding drink all over me. I gasped when the hot liquid dripped down my chest.

What the fuck.

He looks down at me with a concerned face, Gojo runs towards me with a towel.

"I'm fine! I'm fine, shit-"

Nanami picks up the cup, his hands were trembling. It was obvious he felt bad, I played it off as it was nothing but in reality my skin was burning. He's always concerned when it comes to me.

"Come on y/n you need something cold before it gets worse."

Gojo started leading me to the restroom as I turned to look at Nanami,

"I'm so sorry y/n... are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine don't worry"

"Sure you are-" Gojo mumbled to himself as he glared at Nanami.

I take off my shoes as I sit on the stool in the bathroom, Gojo is leaning against the sink wetting a paper towel with cold water and gently placing it on my hot skin.

"Shit... so much for looking nice today," but Gojo didn't laugh. He looked concerned and annoyed.

"You can wear my spare clothes while yours are at the cleaners."

"Thanks man," He was serious and quiet.

I watched him as he gently patted my neck and chest. When he's not being a little shit he's actually really sweet and thoughtful. I realized that he was watching me too when his face changed.

He looks at me with soft eyes and leans down. He presses his lips on the top of my head and mumbles,

"Anything for my coffee bean."

I roll my eyes in response, which gets a giggle out of Gojo,

"That was a good one right?"

"Shut up." I'm so lucky to have him. My best friend... My Gojo.

Gojo hands me a pair of his gray sweatpants he used for the gym and a white button up shirt to wear. My chest barely fits in the tight shirt and my ass felt a little too tight in the sweats.

Gojo looked at me with wide eyes, "do I look weird?"

"Not at all... you're perfect."

1:00 PM

I make my way to my seat when Gojo leaves with my clothes to get them cleaned before the end of the day. I look for Nanami but he is nowhere to be found. He probably went to the meeting without me. I start to go through the papers on my desk and get some work done.

 I can't help but daydream about sweet memories of Nanami. Besides today he is usually very attentive and sweet. Visiting my desk multiple times to check on me. I'm kind of surprised he hasn't wished me a happy birthday yet.

Nanami notices everything. There was this one time where I wore the wrong pair of shoes. The back of my heels were bleeding and I was limping around the office. He went out of his way during his lunch break to get me cozy slippers to wear instead. Now he has an extra pair in his office just in case it happens again.

Another time when I forgot my lunch he offered me his, telling me that he barely had an appetite that day. I knew that was a lie. I have never seen someone eat with such content.

Usually on meeting days he treats me out for lunch where we go to our favorite place, a small italian cafe where we get the infamous Rigatoni D and talk about recent books we've read.

I enjoyed the way his face would light up talking about his favorite character, or how his leg would bounce in excitement as he predicted the end of a story. There was something so calm and domestic about our outings. At times it felt like we were playing house.

I felt safe, he felt like home.

He felt as warm as the blanket he once laid on me one late night at the office. As sweet as my favorite candy he would buy from the just stocked vending machine.

For the past two years on my birthday he goes and gets me a mini decorative cake with my favorite pastel colors and a single candle in the middle. He always said "For my hardest worker." Yet something always felt odd about the gesture.

Gojo is the best in the business and has been with the company for years before I have. Could I possibly be special?

Maybe he realized my lack of importance to him and decided not to get a cake this year? I can feel my eyes furrow when the blond approaches me. I am deep in thought when he places a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you sure you're ok y/n?" he has a handful of papers and his tie is loose. I can't help but admire his face. His lashes are long and curly, and his eyes look tired and worn out. I hope he's ok.

"Yeah Nanami, I'm fine. I put some neosporin on the bad areas so I should be good."

He kneels down to me so that we are at eye level. He focuses on my features and expression. It looks like he wants to say something but he is frozen.

I see his eyes linger on my neck where there's a red blotch peeping through Gojo's shirt. He reached for the white shirt and he thumbed the material between his fingers.

He looks down to see me in Gojo's sweats. He's so close, I can smell his soft cologne. His jaw clenches when he realizes who's clothes I am wearing. I try reading his face but he stands up straight before I can take a closer look.

He is quiet and stern as he looks down to me. Did I do something wrong? Why is he staring at me like that?

"I'm sorry about the coffee. If you're in pain just go home for today." he walked away with his fist clenched to his sides. Seriously what's up his ass.

6:00 PM

Nonetheless I stay the rest of the day, I can't help but mope around my cubicle. I can't believe he forgot. Every year he always made sure to wish me a happy birthday, sometimes leaving a note on my desk when he was too busy to see me.

Why did he look so mad earlier?

Nanami stayed shut in his office the rest of the day. When Gojo came back from picking up my clothes he noticed the tension in the air, my dissatisfaction plastered on my face.

"You ok my little rain cloud?" He hands me my clothes that are now washed and dried in a clear plastic bag.

"Yeah... thanks for bringing me my clothes."

I can't help but space out staring at the floor, today was supposed to be like always. Why do I feel so shitty? Gojo watches me with a sympathetic expression.

"Can I give you my present now?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am! How am I not gonna give my best friend a present on her Birthday." He made sure to whisper the word birthday while he reached in a paper bag that was in his drawer.

"Close your eyes!" I can't help but smile.

I hold out my hands and wait patiently for him to place whatever it is in my reach. The object is heavy and cold to the touch, it was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. He didn't!

"Open them!" I opened my eyes and there stood the item on my wishlist for the past 3 years. It was a porcelain cow figurine. I've always been obsessed with weird and random nick nacks to place around my desk. They were my little babies. This one in particular was $200...

"No you fucking didn't", Gojo was practically smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes I fucking did!" I gently placed the figurine down and lunged at him. He pats my head as I squeeze him.

"Thank you so much I love it"

"Oh but there's more my precious y/n! We are going out tonight, Lets get fucked up!"

I wince thinking about the last time we got "Fucked up", I was hung over for days.

"I don't know about that, maybe next time."

"Nope. we are going today and we are going to have fun."

I sit back down and side eye him as I place my present in its rightful spot. He's glaring at me with his hands resting on the sides of his hips.

"Lets be honest y/n today fucking sucked. Let's at least have fun tonight."

I slink in my chair remembering the one person I was hoping to have fun with on my birthday.

"He didn't even wish me a happy birthday."

"So... Fuck him! Let's go out and forget him."

I don't appreciate his language towards Nanami, but maybe he's right. Why am I pouting over some guy?

"Fine... Let's get fucked up!" Gojo dances in excitement and pulls me out of my seat.

"Let's forget today and have fun." He practically grabs all my things and pushes me out the door. I turn when I see Nanami, he's leaning against the door frame of his office.

Did he hear any of that?

Before I leave I manage to give him a little wave. He smiles softly at me before I'm out in the lobby. I seriously need some help. I can't help but get butterflies from the sight of him.

11:00 PM

After dinner I decided to change into something short and revealing. I curled my hair as Gojo sat in my living room watching TV. It took me only 30 minutes to finish getting ready. I walked out to Gojo who now has his keys in hand and is ready to go.

"Damn mamacita! I'm gonna have to fight off the creeps all night."

"You better. I just want to forget about today."

I grab my hand bag and walk out the door. Tonight I'm going to have fun and forget about him.

12:00 AM

The club was loud and colorful. The smell of booze and sweat filled my nose. There was a crowd of dancing bodies grinding against each other. To be honest it looked like a lot of fun, they were so carefree. Nothing was chaining them down, they were themselves in their most primal state.

Gojo found us a booth and led me to my seat. Girls in groups flocked to our table, they all fought to be near Gojo. It was pretty annoying but I had my share of dudes coming up to me.

None of them piqued my interest. They were all slimy looking and bummy. Everytime the image of Nanami popped into my head I took another shot. I was 5 shots in when I finally started to feel something. Gojo was 8 shots in when he noticed how tipsy I was.

He had a beautiful brunette next to him. Her dark skin complimented her gold cocktail dress. She was honestly the prettiest girl in the place.

I started to feel restless sitting in the booth and got up taking 2 more shots. I swayed to the dance floor as dudes swatted around me. Gojo laughed as he grabbed the girl's hand and led her to the dance floor.

He stayed within arm distance from me as the beautiful woman pressed herself against him. I myself found a dancing partner and broke loose. My hands wrapped around the guy's neck as he gripped my hips.

I felt dizzy and free. But there was one thing that still played in my mind. The face Nanami gave me today. I've never seen him so mad before. Everything always goes back to Nanami. I can never escape him. I wonder what he's doing right now? I don't know if it's the alcohol but I feel tears stain my face.

Gojo notices right away and pulls me out of the crowd.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did he look so mad at me today?" Gojo looks up at the ceiling in disbelief. He looks at the girl next to him and lets her know to look for him later on.

My eyesight is foggy but I am now sitting back in the booth with Gojo. He orders me a glass of water and makes me chug it down.

"Come on babe, you're supposed to be having fun not crying."

I don't talk, I lay my hot face on the cold table. Gojo attempts to get me out of my gloomy mood. But there can't possibly be anything to break me out of my daze.

And then my song comes on.

The vibration of the bass tickled my core as I lifted my head off the table. It's as if I've been possessed when I stand up and climb on top of the table. Why was I sad again? I look down to see a bright light flash before my face. Then everything else was a blur.

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[peachsayshi]

Chapter 11 - Friends

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff

Summary: You convince Gojo to make up with your best friend and memories from the past come up. 

A/N: A wild ex-boyfriend appears! I am finally introducing the character and getting into some backstory. I got some smutty chapters coming up, which I am excited to share because I do love writing sexy Gojo X comments are always appreciated! 

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( Three Years Ago)

You cleared the plates in front of you as you made your way back to your kitchen. You packed the meal that you had taken the time to meticulously prepare, including the expensive steaks you bought this morning and the vegetables that you hand picked at the farmer’s market. As you opened the fridge to put away the items, you saw the row of vanilla cupcakes placed neatly on a pan, your shaky handwriting spread across each one that read “ Five Years ” with red hearts decorated on the extras. Suddenly, it all seemed silly how you took the time to prepare a surprise anniversary dinner for your boyfriend. You’ve both been together for so long but you still insisted on making every occasion special.

After you tidied up your dining table, you picked up the wine glass you have been nursing for the last hour and made your way over to your bedroom, where you sat on the chair next to your vanity. You removed the earrings that your boyfriend had bought you for your birthday, your favorite pair because they matched beautifully against your skin, and safely tucked them away in your jewelry box. You were disappointed that you made such a big deal out of tonight, feeling like a sentimental fool as you took a sip of your drink. Haru has been so preoccupied with work lately and the pressure of being in a highly competitive field was getting to him. Of course with the way things have been he wouldn’t remember that tonight was your anniversary dinner. You were trying to be mature about it but you couldn’t ignore that you were hurt. You glanced at your phone, reading 10:45 on the clock before finally giving up on the hope that he would show up.

You removed the dress you were wearing, a bold shade of orange that accentuated your body in all the right places - a dress that he bought you while you both went on a summer trip to Okinawa a few years ago. You changed into something a little more comfortable, throwing on a tank top and some loose lounge pants instead.

You heard your phone ping, a message popping up on the screen from Gojo.

Gojo : How did the dinner go?

You sighed to yourself, before plopping down onto your mattress. You tapped away at the keyboard, erasing each message a few times as you were unsure whether you wanted to vent or give him a brief explanation.

You : It didn’t…I think he’s still at work :(

Gojo : That sucks :\ Well, if you have any leftover cupcakes, I will gladly take them off your hands.

You: Nice try, idiot.

Gojo: I didn’t hear you say I couldn’t have any :)

When you didn’t respond to his message, Gojo followed up with another text that read:

Gojo: You okay?

You: I’m fine, I was just looking forward to tonight. I’ll get over myself. Tell me about your night, you can keep me preoccupied from my disappointment lol

Gojo merely responded with some eye emojis, a cheeky indication as to what he has been up to this evening.

You: At least one of us got some action...what’s her name?

Gojo: No idea, I was too distracted by her legs to care.  

You merely rolled your eyes at his comment.

You: It doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?

Gojo: I’m a simple guy, really…

You: …

Gojo: …

You: In WHAT universe?!

Gojo : Pshh, so mean to me all the time :(

You: With reason :)

You smiled when you sent that last text, grateful that Gojo came in at the right time with a distraction. You tried your best not to dwell on the dismal way your evening ended and instead continued to list off the many reasons why the word “simple” and “Gojo Satoru” did not go hand and hand with each other. Your conversation made time fly but that was usually the case whenever you spoke with your friend.

You were so lost in the playfully heated debate you were having, you barely heard the knock coming from your front door.

You abandoned your conversation to see who it was, surprised to find a massive bouquet of flowers greeting you on the other side.

“What…”

Haru peaked from behind the flowers, his sweet smile spreading as he looked at you with sad eyes.

“Happy anniversary!” he chirped, but you could hear the anxiousness in his tone. “ I know I’m late, I know I missed dinner…”

A deep sigh escaped him, as he slightly slumped his shoulders, extending both his hands out to you to pass the bouquet.

“I know this is a meaningless gift in comparison to whatever amazing thing you prepared, I know my efforts don’t even come close to yours, you always put so much care into everything you do. By the time I knew I was late, I was running around the city like a mad man hoping that someone, anyone, would be kind enough to open their shop for me so I would at least not come back empty handed…”

“Haru, take a breath…” you replied, hearing how quickly he was blurting out his words, something he usually did when he was nervous.

You took the bouquet from his hands, admiring the selected assortment of your favorite florals, all picked out by your boyfriend. You traced your fingers along each petal, some a little bruised and you could tell that these flowers were from  the leftovers of the day.

Haru approached you, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips.

“I’m so sorry . None of my excuses justify missing dinner tonight. I swear I am going to make it up to you…”

You tried to calm him down, running your fingers through his light brown hair and taking in every word he said as you remained focused on his hazel eyes. Your heart flutters thinking of him galavanting around the city in his disheveled work suit trying to knock on every florists’ door, a funny anecdote you will surely use against him in the future.  

“How do you plan on making it up to me?” You teased, noticing the way his brow raised at your question.

He pulled you closer into him, planting kisses along your neck before he brushed his lips against your ear to say, “I’m taking the weekend off, how does a nice trip to Hakone sound?”

“ Mmm, ideal… ” you replied, clutching the bouquet of flowers as he hugged you, “but if you keep holding me close, you’re going to ruin this lovely gift you bought me…”

“Then I’ll buy you another, and another, and another ...until I’ve given you enough flowers so that you can plant an entire garden,” he kissed you again, his fingers stroking the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m so sorry, baby…” he repeated, his voice wavering slightly from his second apology.

“It’s okay, work comes first. I know you have been busy and probably should have planned our evening with you instead of surprising you. But you’re here now and that's what matters.”

He nodded his head, finally untangling himself from your arms, relieved that you seemed to have forgiven him.

“ I love you so much.”

“ I love you too, Haru .”

You gave him a small smile, tilting your head towards the direction of your kitchen, “It might be too late for dinner but I baked you some cupcakes if you’re up for a little snack…”

Haru removed his blazer, carefully hanging it over his elbow before undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. He held your hand, following your footsteps as you led him into the direction of your kitchen.

“ I can’t wait to try them. ”

( Present)

“ You brought me here under false pretences …” Gojo grumbled, holding himself back as you tugged on his jacket.

It’s been four months since the two of you started hooking up and weeks since he and Rina have even spoken to one another.

After Gojo confessed that she knew about your relationship, you managed to find the time to sit down with your best friend for a heart to heart. The two of you had a ritual which included locking yourselves up in a room with snacks  and drinks until you came to resolve whatever conflict you were dealing with.

“I just don’t understand why you kept this from me,” Rina explained, before taking a sip of the mixed cocktail you both made.

“ You’ve been so overprotective ever since Haru and I broke up…it’s hard for me to talk to you because you start analyzing every little thing I do. Like when I told you I wanted to stop dating for a while, you kept insisting that I was making a mistake because I was running scared…”

“I also know you’re a hopeless romantic, and a few bad dates weren’t fitting this idealised version you have of love…” Rina pressed, “You got lucky with Haru, but diving back into the game takes time and work…”

“I know I was lucky. I know it’s not usual for the first guy you meet to be so… good ,” you replied, that word tasting bitter in your mouth, “But you keep pressuring me into something I am not ready for…”

“That’s not true!”

“Rina, you would take me out on “surprise” double dates when the two of us were just supposed to just be hanging out together. Whenever I talk about Haru, you shut down and change the subject immediately. I can’t even have a night out together without you herding every single eligible male and asking me my opinion…”

Rina sighed, “it sounds way worse when you say it out loud...”

“It’s like you can’t stand that I’m just… a little broken . I let Haru become a part of who I am for five years and losing him feels like I lost a part of me, and I am struggling trying to get that person back. You want me to be okay so badly it’s stopping me from opening up to you…”

Rina inched her way closer as the two of you sat side by side. A sigh escaped her before she spoke, “I’m not good at this…I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I just can’t stand seeing you so hurt. I know that he took a piece of your happiness and I am so angry that he did. I hate that he betrayed your trust, but more so that you haven’t been able to be yourself without him…”

She squeezed your shoulder before giving you a gentle reminder, “but he never defined you. You’re attaching yourself to the love you had for him. And you will find somebody else, somebody better …”

“Maybe but I can’t see myself falling in love again…at least not anytime soon…”

Rina rested her head on your elbow, “I don’t want you to ever think you can’t speak to me…we’ve lasted way longer than all the exes that have walked in and out of our lives…”

You were happy to mend this small fracture, one of the many that has tried to hinder your friendship.

You eventually explained your little arrangement with Gojo, watching Rina’s reaction closely and trying to pull the truth of what she  exactly  said to him.

“I may have thought you were dating, like seriously dating, and told him he wasn’t good enough for you. I am glad to know that you are not. We don’t need to trade one man whore for another…”

You laughed, “Gojo has always made it clear that he has no desire to commit to anyone. I’m not worried. Besides, we can stop our arrangement anytime we are over it.”

“Sooo, when might that be?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “right now, I’m having fun and I think he is too…”

Rina hummed, you could tell she was thinking about something but whatever ran through her mind in that moment she chose to keep to herself.

Even though you and Rina smoothed things over, you realised that neither she or Gojo tried to make an effort to speak to one another. He was avoiding her at all costs while she chose to ignore  the subject entirely. You still had no idea what was said that set those two off but you were over this cold game they were playing.

“Between your inability to handle any confrontation and her stubborn attitude, you two are going to drag this on for way longer than it needs to be…” you lectured.

You paused when you arrived at her store, staring up at Gojo with pleading eyes. “I don’t like being the reason why you two aren’t speaking… please just talk to her…”

Gojo whined, “throw it on my conscience instead, that way you have no reason to feel guilty…”

You furrowed your brows before letting go of him, but a thought passed your mind which gave you an idea, “Remember that thing you brought up the other night? Your little roleplaying idea…”

Gojo arched his brows from underneath his blindfold, surprised that you were even bringing this up. “ Yes… ”

You smirked, stepping closer to him without actually touching him at all. “If you do this for me then I'll happily return the favor…”

His eyes widened, his heart racing slightly as a wave of excitement rushed through him.

You could see he was contemplating your offer, finally scoffing in defeat. “You know saying no to you was a lot easier when you weren’t bribing me with sex…” he grumbled, as he begrudgingly walked passed you.

“You did tell me once that you were a man of simple taste…”

“And I vividly remember you disagreeing with me.”

“Thank you!” You called out watching him reach the handle of the entrance door.

“Just know I am expecting you to hold up your end of the deal,” he replied before making his way inside.

***

Gojo sat at the counter, the awkward silence hung heavy in the air as Rina waited for him to break the tension. When that didn’t happen, she sighed to herself before storming to the backroom of her shop.

Gojo waited for her return, his eyes widening when she finally reappeared with something in her hands.

“ I’m sorry for how I spoke to you,” she said, bowing in his direction and handing him some treats.

“Aww, Rina-chan, how did you know kikufuku was my favorite?” Gojo questioned, his tone softening his sweet words as he held the packet between his fingers.

“I heard it through the grapevine…”

Gojo couldn’t hide his pleasured grin.

You were always so considerate of everyone, going above and beyond to make them happy and paying close attention to the things they liked the most. You must have already spoken to Rina before he came here, playing the role of matchmaker between friends.

Rina definitely noticed his response.

“Thank you,” he replied as he opened up the packet, “I know your anger was coming from a protective place. I don’t fault you for it. Besides, you and I can happily agree on one thing…”

“What’s that?”

Gojo smirked, “she’s too good for me…”

Rina swallowed hard, mainly because of how sincere that statement actually sounded.

“I care about her…”

Gojo hummed to himself, taking a bite of the sweet snack. “And you think I don’t?”

“Can I be honest?”

“ Please. ”

“I am not questioning your care for her, I am questioning what your intentions are. I won’t apologize for not trusting you.  You promised me after she broke up with Haru that you wouldn’t make a move on her but here we are now…”

“I kept my promise.”

“You found a loophole…”

“It’s been three years…she’s allowed to move on.”

“Yes she is…”

“You know, I was surprised by how angry you got at her for keeping us a secret, especially since we both know that there are plenty of things you’re hiding from her right now. Then I started thinking that it wasn’t the secret that was bothering you, you just don’t want her moving on with me…”

Rina averted her gaze, completely surprised by how easily Gojo read her.

“Like I said, I don’t trust you…”

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “What did Haru tell you exactly?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I just want to know if you’re still adamant on convincing yourself that I am the bad guy or if you would like to know what actually happened between us…”

*** 

CHAPTER 12 - MUSE

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[albdodaze]

blooming. y.itadori

‘she’s satoru’s sister’ (chapter two)

warnings: none

context: IN WHICH kami gojo, younger sister of certain powerful jujutsu sorcerer, meets an idiot who makes cold barrier around her heart melt.

There weren't many things that Kami hated. She probably poured all her hatred onto her parents, whom she felt incredibly sorry for. But there was another thing that Kami hated practically as much as her parents.

"She’s Satoru's sister. From Gojo Family."

Oh, how she hated being seen only as the sister of a famous jujutsu sorcerer and a member of a powerful family.

Kami wasn't powerful, in fact, she had no cursed energy, she couldn't do any cursed technique. The only thing she had in common with her family was that she could see curses, nothing more. She was often referred to as the window of the Gojo family. No one ever wanted to meet her, no one wanted to know anything about her, and when someone actually started talking to her, it was only to find out about Satoru.

Because of this, she was also the scapegoat in the family. Her parents were ashamed of her. In fact, they abhorred her. They couldn't stand the thought that their daughter was nothing compared to her family. Compared to her brother. Therefore, she was excluded from practically everything that went on in her family. Meetings, celebrations, birthdays, nothing. She was always left alone at home, under the care of the babysitter her parents had hired.

When she was younger, she thought it was just the way it was supposed to be, that it was like that in every family. After all, they never hit her, so what was wrong with that? Sometimes they yelled at her, screamed about not being good enough, but they never hit her. So nothing bad happened, right? Right?

The only thing she had in common with her family was her white hair and her rather tall height. And everything else was different. Even her eyes were black. Black. When her family had them blue, heavenly.

As she grew up, she began to understand how different she was from her family. She saw how disappointed they were in her for not being like them. So she began to practice and learn as much as she could. By the age of twelve, she already knew all about cursed weapons, she knew how to use them, how to defend herself. But her parents continued to look down on her. They continued to look at her with the same eyes. With pity and disgust.

The only person who didn't seem to look down on her was her brother. Satoru. And still, Kami hated him with all her heart.

She hated being inferior to him. She hated being compared to him. She hated being in his shadow. She hated all of him.

And yet she continued to stay with him. She stayed with him because of that stupid bond, the fear that no one else would accept her, that no one else would love her. Because no matter how angry, pissed off Kami could be at him, no matter how much she could call him names and tell him how much she hated him, he always stayed by her side and never doubted her.

After all, he was her big brother, how could he doubt in his loving little sister, for whom he would give his life, for whom he would do anything.

Satoru loved—duh—loves Kami with all his heart and considers her the smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman—not girl, woman—he could ever meet. Satoru is the proudest brother, and he couldn't be prouder of how well his little sister, who holds his whole heart, is doing.

Even though she was over a decade younger than him, Kami was able to talk some sense into him more than once, show him how wrong he was about many things. Kami had taught him everything. It was for her that he tried his best. It was for her that he stayed in his family home as long as possible. It was for her that he befriended Megumi, seeing how well the two of them would get along and not being able to pass up the opportunity to find—probably—a lifelong friend for his sister.

And he found one.

Satoru was able to stay with Kami through the nights while she learned all about jujutsu sorcerers, he would bring her tea whenever she ran out of it, he would make her food when he heard her stomach clamoring for a snack. He would be the one to move her helpless body from her desk chair or the floor to her soft and comfortable bed so her back and neck wouldn't hurt the next morning.

He was the one who brought her breakfast every morning, for which he got up two hours earlier before her alarm clock. And when he was out, he would always send her a simple "have a nice day, don't forget to drink water" in the morning with some stupid meme or gif he found on the internet. It was the only thing Kami always woke up at 6:30am for, a silly and simple text message from her brother.

Let's also not forget the "good night, I love you little sister, sleep well" in the evening. Kami would never admit it, but she has screenshots of every single such message, printed out and tucked away in one of her binders, in case her phone breaks or gets lost.

In the end, Kami snapped. After all, how could she hate her brother, who would do anything to make her the happiest person in the world, who would do anything so that only his sister could have the best life, the one she deserved.

A soft knock on the door of her room snapped her out of her thoughts. She knew very well who it was. After all, he had said himself that as soon as he showed Yuuji around, he would come.

"You alive?" Her brother's familiar voice asked and Kami lifted her head from her pillow, smiling softly.

"How do you feel?"

"Like pulled straight from the grave," she muttered, and Satoru laughed, sitting down on the edge of her bed where she lay. "Itadori's been in his room since yesterday?" She asked, and her brother nodded. "Megumi?"

"He and Yuuji are already on their way to Harajuku where we're supposed to meet the fourth student," he replied, and Kami raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"I was waiting for you," he smiled softly and started to speak before Kami had a chance. "And don't tell me you're not going. The fourth student is a girl, maybe you'll get along. Besides, you need to get out of this room eventually. And I don't mean leaving the room to move to Megumi's room or mine," he said as he noticed his sister opening her mouth to start defending herself. "Come on, I'll buy you a bubble tea on the way, okay?"

Kami glared at him for a good few seconds and finally sighed, which caused a big grin to spread across Satoru's face, which Kami smiled at, too.

With the help of her brother, the white-haired girl got out of bed and put on her feet, covered in black knee-high socks, mary-jane boots—the same colour as her socks—from her school uniform.

She quickly looked at herself in the mirror again, checking if her pleated mid-thigh skirt hadn't rolled up and if her short button down jacket, covering her perfectly white turtleneck, hadn't twisted anywhere. Adjusting her hood pinned to her jacket, she walked out the door that Satoru had opened for her, having previously put her phone in her pocket.

Just as Satoru had promised, they quickly bought her favorite strawberry bubble tea on the way and immediately headed towards the street they were supposed to meet at. As soon as they saw two familiar faces in the distance, Satoru raised his hand.

"Sorry for the wait!" He shouted and headed with Kami towards the two teenagers. "Your uniform made it in time, I see," he added when he saw a perfectly fitting uniform for Yuuji.

"Yeah, it's a perfect fit. Though it's slightly different from Fushiguro's. It has a hood, for one," Yuuji said, taking the red hood his uniform had in his hand.

"That's because the uniforms can be customised upon request," Satoru replied.

"Huh? But I never put in any requests."

"I was the one who put in the custom order. With a little help of our master," Satoru smiled, pointing at his sister, who was shorter than him and too focused on her bubble tea to get anything out of the conversation.

"Whatever, I guess," Yuuji replied.

"Be careful. Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that," Megumi interjected, looking at his classmate out of the corner of her eye. "Most importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?"

"Because it's what she asked for," said Satoru.

"Ahh! Popcorn! I want some!"

After a few minutes, Satoru poked his sister with his elbow and, as she raised her eyes at him, he pointed to something by the entrance to the street, or rather, someone.

There stood a redheaded girl, not too tall, tiring of some middle-aged man, but Kami couldn't hear what was going on through the crowd of people making noise around her. The short-haired girl had a very similar uniform to Kami, though this one had brown moccasins, black tights and a white shirt instead of black mary-jane shoes, knee socks and turtleneck.

"This is kinda embarrassing," Yuuji spoke up with his 2018 glasses on his nose and popcorn in one hand, in the other ice cream. Kami shook her head and closed her eyes, going back to drinking her bubble tea.

"So are you," Megumi heard and she snorted softly making the drink she was drinking fly up her nose.

As Kami tried to get rid of the sticky drink from her nose, the redhead approached them and began leading them to 400 Yen Corner where she could leave her luggage.

As the other freshman girl closed the locker with her things, she turned towards the rest of them and put her hand on her hip.

"Ok, once again," Satoru began and pointed his hand at the girl.

"Kugisaki Nobara. Be happy, boys. I'm the one woman in your group," she said, as if she hadn't noticed Kami standing next to her brother at all.

"And what am I? Guide dog?" Kami said, pulling away from her already almost finished drink. Nobara looked at the girl and her eyes lit up.

"Oh, hey! I didn't notice you. We will be great friends!" she said and returned her gaze to the two boys in her year.

"I'm Itadori Yuuji. I'm from Sendai!"

"Fushiguro Megumi."

"Kami Gojo. Guide dog."

After a few seconds in which Nobara looked like she was thinking hard about something, she finally sighed.

"I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances," she said and sighed once more.

"She took one look and sighed," muttered Itadori.

"Are we going somewhere from here?" Megumi asked, turning his gaze to Satoru, who only laughed.

"We do have all four of you together. Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside," said Satoru, lifting his head proudly and throwing his arm around his sister's shoulders. "So of course we're going on a tour of Tokyo!"

Nobara and Itadori began shouting "Tokyo!", attaching themselves to Satoru, causing Kami to have to walk over to Megumi, throwing away an empty cup on the way.

"We're definitely not going on any tour," Kami muttered, and Fushiguro-kun nodded softly, knowing Gojo-sensei all too well.

"We love Tokyo!"

"TDL! I want to go to TDL!"

"Idiot! TDL's in Chiba! Let's go to Chinatown, Sensei!"

"Chinatown's in Yokohama!"

"Yokohama's part of Tokyo! Don't you know that? Look at a map!"

Kami, Satoru and Megumi were quietly watching the argument that was going on in front of them when the elder Gojo spoke up.

"I will now announce our destination!"

Nobara and Itadori knelt before Satoru at which Kami shook her head with her eyes closed and Megumi deadpanned at them.

"Roppongi!"

"Roppongi?!" Said Itadori and Nobara at the same time, looking at each other, incredibly pleased with what they heard.

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[moonclans]

NO CONTEST.

Gojo/Fem!Reader. Smut, slight manga spoilers (references to the current Shibuya arc), and slight angst. Happy Birthday Gojo!

While the night is young and the crowds in Shibuya are thickening for an eager time of vivid attire and alcohol-driven revelry, your time outside is lessened by the minutes that Satoru keeps you in the confines of your home. At least he’s enjoying your silly costume.

Halloween Night in Shibuya was a tradition you took part in every year with a group of your friends. It wasn’t more eventful than a typical night at the club and just involved you all walking down the city streets and becoming intoxicated in hidden little izakayas sprawled around the alleyways. It wasn’t special, but it was spending time with your close friends and enjoying the sweet evening until midnight that had you eager, along with coordinated costumes you all wore each year.

The theme this year was Scooby Doo. You were picked to be Velma and in your brazen confidence, you switched out the usual cotton skirt for a latex mini and platform heels. Of course, you weren’t asked to sexualize your costume, but you were proud of the look you created and the makeup you spent hours perfecting.

He hadn’t appeared all day—Satoru, that is—he hadn’t made himself known to you outside of the casual texts you two sent throughout the day. You told him about your look, but from the brief replies he gave you were sure more serious matters plagued his mind. Satoru’s line of work relied on him, and so downtime was small. You had no qualms, but a part of you had wanted to show off your attire to the sorcerer, even if he was unfamiliar with the cultural reference. Ideally, you’d slip some time for him before you spent a few hours in Shibuya. A day away from your significant other did no harm, but it was Halloween, so surely he had time for you, right?

Around 5:50 P.M., you heard the front door ring. You expected a friend, maybe some mail, Gojo shattered those low expectations with that signature smile on his covered face. He had come in his work uniform, a sight you had seen a few times, the blindfold secured above his nose, and his bright hair peculiarly upward.

He whistled and clapped his hands and his grin became infectious until you matched it. “What a show! I can’t believe you’re going out this pretty without me seeing it.” He leaned against the door frame and squared his arms across one another. With little thought, you pressed a peck on the corner of lips then stepped back to let him in.

“You’re not expecting someone else, are you? Hm?”  He ambled in and your eyes rolled skyward, “not another man if that’s what you’re thinking, doofus.” You closed the door and locked it with ease, then screwed back the door jammer. “I told you it's my costume! I’m going as Velma.”

You turned around and Satoru stared right at you from behind the counter. His expression was stoic, but the raise of his eyebrow told you he had no clue who that was. You exhaled before grabbing for your phone and showing a picture of said character. You watched his head turn from the electronic to your body. “Babe,” Gojo started with a frown, “did you even try looking at this picture?… ‘cause you look nothing like her.”

“Shut up, I switched out some shit out, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

“Not saying it was, but she’s not wearing a latex skirt in this photo.” Satoru quipped, “good choice, though, stresses your ass real well!”

Your lips primed, and you set the phone down, “I’m going as a sexy Velma.”

Satoru coughed out a laugh, “and you’re not hot in that skirt?” You shrugged, “I’ll get sweaty but I won’t mind. It's cold outside, I'll be fine.” He wiggled his finger in a circular fashion, and you merrily twirled and posed for him, earning a stupid grin. 

“Well, do I look good?” Satoru rubbed his chin, then scored your body once more. “Yeah, you do. Nerdy, but you make it work. You look good in anything.” 

“I like that answer.” With a hum, you minced over to his side and reached for his blindfold. He dropped his head, and you watched the frays of his hair submit to gravity as you gently pried the cloth off. You whistled as half-lidded etheric eyes stared right back at you. Hyper, vibrant, and animated as they pulsated with amorous delight for you.

“Hi.” You whispered a breathless croon of affection. Your composure became soft and pleasant in the face of his beauty. You greeted him again as if Satoru without his mask was another man completely. A change in demeanor that he caught and answered with a smirk irritatingly smug in its bearing. “I missed you, y'know. I thought you had work.”

He bit into your pleading and wrapped his arms around your waist. His large palm rested on the small of your back where he massaged with soft presses. He then rested his forehead against yours. “Mm, I kind of do, don’t you see what I’m wearing?”

You groaned and pulled your head back, “I mean earlier today! I didn’t think you’d come by.”

He nodded sagely, “poor-poor you, huh?” He pulled you closer and rubbed his nose against yours, “you were so cool and sexy earlier now you’re a big ball of mush.” In midst of your coquettish antics, he waltzed you toward the front of your bedroom. “I like this soft side of you, and I'm the only one who gets to see it. Lucky man aren't I?.”

Your night in Shibuya became nothing more than a fleeting thought and your eyes glazed with glee. He was right about one thing: under his eyes, you become malleable. Your heart hitched each time he gave you a look that excavated your body and soul. “You flatter yourself too much.”

He shrugged flippantly, “Maybe but you know I’m right.”

“If I say yes will you shut up and kiss me or what?” Satoru only offered a chuckle before catching your lips. Your hand grazed his nape, then squeezed as you deepened the kiss. His lithe digits roam the round of your ass before he gripped the bottom of your thigh and lifted it to his side. On instinct, you hopped and swung your other leg around his waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands cupped your backside with a grunt. Your heels clacked against one another as Gojo bit your lip with a moan. 

“No stain?” He grunted between kisses as he removed a hand off your backside and shoved open the bedroom door. You pecked his forehead, and he laughed, “If you try hard enough, maybe.”

You heard the creak of your bed, the world spun as he settled your form on the bed, “Sounds promising.”

You squinted, “wai-wait but not right now. Hold on-wait!” You placed your palm on his chest. “Can we do this when I came back? I'll be late if we keep this up and I promised I'd come. Fuck, Satoru, this took me hours, don't let it go to waste.”

Gojo pouted, “It's not a waste if it's with me. Come on. I thought you missed me.” He drawled. 

“I do but I promised I'd be there...” In amidst of your rambling, you forgot how your legs were still against him. They squeezed at the slight movement of his form in between. Meringue lashes crinkled his eyes to slits and he placed his warm hands on each side of your knee then rubbed up and down your covered thighs, easily silencing you. 

“Just ten minutes..” Satoru leaned over and let his body cloak yours. He caught your lips again, and you complied. “Ten minutes and I’ll let you go.”

You ran your tongue over his bottom lip. A shallow whisper followed, “You’ll mess up my look.”

“I won’t,” he murmured in a soft chord, then kissed you into submission, “I promise.”

Such a shame. You had been with him for months to know those rich words were unreliable as they come, and still you’d fall for them each time.

Now the moon stood and proud in the welkins, rich and confident in the stygian night. You wondered how it’d look if you were outside right now. A desire you had dreamt for an hour ago.

Instead, you lied at the edge of your bed, legs spread as warm palms ghosted the meat of your thighs with a firm squeeze. Below the center of your gravity, nestled at the entrance of your cunt, were the familiar milky tufts of your boyfriend’s head. Your orange thigh-high socks were rolled down to your ankles, choking the circulation as your heels lolled in the mid-air. Exhaustion had numbed your legs as you kept the position rigid for his satisfaction.

Your makeup had smudged, spots of sweat littered your top, and your skirt lied lonely on the carpeted floor. Silken lips pressed against your sweet spot and gifted you a wet and sloppy smooch that curled your toes. Your mind sank into a familiar madness that pumped your heart and prickled your skin. 

Gojo was voracious in everything he did. There was a hunger in his hot-blooded violence that seared through the jujutsu world; all in the name to slay the deprived beasts that were birthed from the abhorrent nature of humanity. Or in how he swallowed you up in the secrecy of your homes; an onslaught of emotion and sweet-tempered pleasure as he made you delirious. It went on until it drenched you in an amorous fire and had you singing a sinful high octave.

Your thighs undulated as his mouth latched to your clit. Laps against your lower lips that grew in momentum. You squirmed and pressed your thighs against his head, digging him deeper. Novas popped under your eyelids. Your voice died hot in your throat. A knee-jerk reaction for each time he kissed and suckled. His hands slithered to your chest then cupped and squeezed, and in turn You gyrated hard against his tongue.

You begged for the release that tugged at the cord in you. Your words strained and dripped with desperation, your voice evocative of all the sugary delicacies he could imagine. ‘I’m gonna cum again, Satoru. Fuck! I'm going to cum.’

With the warning, You then sucked in your gut and shuddered into another orgasm. It’s mind-shattering, and the highs and lows can hear you. When he lifted his head, you saw the pearly gleam that dribbled down to his chin. A spurt of ecstasy stung your numbed body as your lower-half clenched on emptiness.  

“C’mere.” You said, your tone mellifluous at his besotted language. “I want a taste.”

He rose from his position below then collided his lips with yours. The piquant flavor of your cunt on your tongue and the pure debauchery of his actions left you needy. You dapped kittenish licks against his mouth, pulling at the sleeves of his uniform. He hummed into the kiss and butterflies fluttered. You caressed his cheek and what was a sharp carnality was now washed over for something far purer, soft, as you both opened your eyes to stare at one another come undone. At your gentleness, he pulled away and took your form in. Swollen lips, blown out eyes, streaked makeup, and your hair askew. The sleek and orderly confidence he saw before now replaced with a sexually satisfied mess of a woman.

Satoru wiped his lips and bit his tongue, unbridled pride shone in his eyes. “You tasted a little salty today.”

The mood is lighthearted as you throw your head back in laughter just to slow down after a rush of force trapped your mind and bought a headache. “You're killing me here, you can't even say anything romantic?”

“Honesty is romantic.” Satoru grinned and plopped his head on your stomach. His weight crushed your lower half. “You don't have to say thank you, by the way, it’s the thought that counts.”

You rolled your eyes, “where are my manners. It was great, thank you, baby. The best head I’ve had yet—blahblahblah—now help me get out of this shit, okay? I feel like fucking jelly.”

Before Gojo could roll over, you grabbed his hand and slipped your fingers into his. Satoru blinked owlishly but said nothing as he brought your hand near his lips and graced it with a kiss. “What’s up?”

“Are you gonna finish what you started, Minute man?” You challenged and the corners of your lips quirked into a sly grin. Satoru answered with his own shit-eating grin and kissed the front of your hand again. 

“Give me ten more minutes.”

By eight-fifteen, the sheets were replaced, and you were nestled deep into the coziness of your bed. 

With a body naked and blissful as Eve in the orchard of Eden, you had no desire to restart the work you had done hours ago. You had urged Gojo to stay, but his predicament was far more consequential than yours and bailing wasn’t a possibility.

After a shower, you sent a text explaining to your group about your un-fortunate unseen appearance. There was no response, but you chalked it up to them being occupied. You couldn’t bother waiting for one, anyway. Fatigue kissed your eyelids as you waited for Gojo to appear from the bathroom. A childish, needy part of you wished for him to stay just for the night, but you weren’t a fool; the calls that rattled his phone grew in quantity as the hours went by. It was something urgent, and he had pushed it back enough in order to be in your arms. 

After another minute, he appeared again. Fresh, washed, and donned in the same look he had hours ago. He rounded the bed to be by your side and crouched down to face-level. He placed a hand on your warm stomach and gave you a dopey douche smile. “You look tired, did Minute man wear you out?”

“Fuck off, don't even know how you can tell.” You flipped him off then groaned. “Is that blindfold see-through or something?”

He flailed his hand, “a magician's secret.” You snorted, and he leaned forward and kissed you once more. It was warm and analgesic. You smiled as he brought his thumb to stroke the apple of your cheek. 

“I’ve got to go. Duty calls y’know.” He rose with a yawn and shoved his hands into his pockets, his thumbs peeked out the pouch. “You think you’ll remember to open the door for me when I come back?”

You yawned by association and turned on your side, “only if you promise to get your ass back here and not dick around.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He patted your head and strolled toward the door. 

“Also,” You called out and though you had shoved your head into the pillow, you knew he heard loud and clear. “Be careful, okay? Promise me that.” 

You could hear the grin in his voice. “I promise.”

“Okay... good.” They were just words but they were his words and they sated your fears enough to embrace slumber, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

8:31 P.M. Gojo Satoru arrives at Shibuya Station. 

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