BE MY BABY
gojo satoru loves you so much and doesn’t want the relationship to be a secret anymore + fem!reader. satoru is annoying but he will forever be the loml.. 🫶🏼 i’mfeeding my brain bc this man is absolutely not subtle at all and just wants to touch and kiss you all the time😵💫 anyways i want him so bad u guys don’t understand..
“you look good.” you turned your attention to the voice, feeling your knees almost give in at the playfulness laced in his tone. it was gojo satoru donned in the most beautiful blue button up and black pants, sunglasses hanging loosely from the bridge of his nose.
it was after the baseball game of the annual kyoto sister-school goodwill event and you had some ‘important business’ to attend to.
“you don’t look too bad yourself.” you chuckled tilting your head to the side, flashing him a sly smile. the action almost sending him into a cardiac arrest as he walked towards you.
“oh yeah?” he leaned down so that he is face to face with you, “that’s not what you said last night.”
“satoru.” you stated, but it is more a warning than anything. he knows you’re being cautious but he can’t help but tease you.
“what?” he questioned as you move your hands over to his glasses pushing it over his eyes and forehead to rest on top of his head.
“you should wear blue more often…” you brushed your hands through his hair and stare at him feeling all your stress and worries dissipate, “i couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” you whispered, it’s a sentiment reserved just for satoru.
“are you trying to kill me?” he questioned, heart swelling from hearing you compliment him. he closed his eyes leaning back with a hand over his eyes as he tried to hide the smirk.
“you know i could never.” you smiled at him before removing his sunglasses from the top of his head and putting them over his eyes.
“you know you don’t have to pretend we didn’t just see each other the other night, right?” he questioned as he raised a brow. judging by the tone of his voice, you know exactly where this is headed. he moved up toward you, hand on your waist as your bodies were close to each other.
“that doesn’t mean we still can’t be extra careful.” you replied as he stared at your lips and then back up at your eyes. you didn’t do anything to stop his hands at your waist though.
“actually, i wouldn't mind- in my eyes, getting caught isn't too bad.” he admitted, his mouth met yours in a passionate kiss, as he brushed his hand through your hair and back over to your cheeks.
“you’re insufferable.” you muttered against his lips as you lean forward for more, hand moving to the back of his neck.
“you can’t get enough of me.” he chuckled, allowing himself to pull away despite mind telling him to kiss you. he knew things would take a turn so with an all knowing smirk etched across his face, he pecked your cheek once more before taking your hand in his and leading you to another place.
“how’s megumi?” you asked, using your other hand to trace patterns onto his that was currently intertwined with yours.
“he’s good, or as well as teenagers can be.”
“i hope so. i know i haven’t been around often but-”
“but nothing,” he interrupted, not taking anymore of your rambling, “as far as i’m concerned, you’ve done plenty for us. i don’t want to hear any of that.” he stated and continued onto the track down the pavement.
satoru knew you had this habit of overthinking and always found a way to reassure you, despite how much he tells you to, you just can’t help it. you were lucky to have him in your life and as much as you’d like to keep it to yourself, you tell him everyday just how much you wished you could show him love publicly.
“us?” you stopped in your tracks and stared at the back of his head as the trees danced along with the wind.
“not just with megumi and tsumiki, but with me too,” he said, no hesitation behind it and you can’t help but send him a grateful look, “you worry too much you know? it’s really bad for you.” he spoke continuing down the path to the dormitories.
“and you don’t worry about anything.” you rebutted, catching up to him and linking your arms together.
“like that’s a bad thing.” he scoffed, as he pulled you close to him.
from afar nobara, megumi, and itadori were on their way to their dorms when they noticed you.
“who is that that he’s with?” nobara butted in and before megumi can answer her.
“gojo-sensei!” itadori exclaimed and all eyes are on him as you and satoru turned to the voices behind you.
you beamed at the three in front of you, especially at megumi who gives you a small smile as they rush towards you and satoru. you tried to pry your arms from his but he had you trapped, “i never got to properly introduce myself, but i’m the second year teacher here. it’s nice to meet you all.” you smiled at them.
satoru is stood next to you and he can’t help a growing smile as he sees you interact with his students.
“when did you two get together?” nobara asked, curiosity glowing in her eyes as itadori stares at you waiting for your answer.
a nervous feeling flutter in your chest, and you know you have to say something but the words are not forming in your mouth.
“uh, well-”
“we’ve been dating for eleven years.” satoru threw a hand over your shoulder pulling you close to him but before you could push him away.
“that’s so long!” nobara exclaimed as megumi shows no reaction at all.
“congratulations!” itadori shouted with a smile on his face.
despite the fact that you both decided to keep the relationship a secret, you found yourself turning to the man with a smile, “i thought we’d at least talk about it before telling people.” you mentioned giving him a stern stare but it does nothing— he knows you aren’t actually upset with him.
“is it so bad that i want others to know how lucky i am?” he smirked before giving you a kiss on the cheek.
“you’re annoying.” you uttered as you push him away from you and he chuckled, placing his hands into his pockets.
he leaned down face to face with you before saying, “you love me.”
“of course.” you reassured as you give him a kiss on the lips.
“will you two stop acting like a couple already?” megumi butted in and walked past two of you.
satoru scoffed and you laughed before following the black haired boy, throwing your arms over nobara and itadori’s shoulders, “let me treat you guys to some food!”
“c’mon satoru.” you gestured over your shoulder as he resumed walking. satoru is reminded just how lucky he is everyday. he smiled shaking his head, if he couldn’t wait to tell other people that you were his girlfriend, just imagine how he would react when he gets to call you his wife.
tags! @stsgluver
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dad!felix who IMMEDIATELY does that hand cup reach back thing in the car as soon as he hears your daughter opening her snacks in the backseat. I mean he wastes no time putting that hand back there
omg dad!felix who can’t help but eat those banana and strawberry puffs for himself and when you catch him he pretends he’s “checking for hard pieces”
girldad!felix who stands with the assorted box of chips under his arm while smoking a cigarette at his daughters soccer games
dad!felix who gets peed on every time he changes a diaper
dad!felix who is still a child himself, throwing pieces of his eggs at his kids across the dinner table
dad!felix who sadly only knows how to cook spaghetti…very poorly
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when you and kento first start dating, it takes him a bit to adjust. he isn't sure about his approach towards his affection, of how it has him hesitating; the honesty of it is burning even to him.
he’s constantly thinking of you. its in little ways, but that sort of thing adds up, sneaks up on a person when they least expect it.
how’s he meant to go about his day normally when he keeps passing a boutique with heels that would look perfect on you? another with a blouse that would flow off you like it wasn’t made for anything else. another with classic winter gloves that look fashionable but warm.
the thought of dressing you doesn’t come out of any malice. there isnt anything wrong about your choice of clothing, it matches you, even links arms with his the slightest bit. but the thought still occurs, and he still walks by those boutiques thinking about you.
eventually though, he must stop thinking. because he’s walking back home with fancy bags and placing them on his kitchen counter. he forgets that you’re waiting for him at home that day.
you’re curled on the couch with a magazine in your hands. kento doesnt catch the title before you set it down on the coffee table at the sound of him entering. you’re up and kissing his cheek before he can second guess the look of the paper mache sticking out of the delicate bags.
“welcome back.” you loosen his tie for him when you pull away, pluck his glasses off his face and set them aside for him. already he feels less tired. “how was your day?”
“shit.” he deadpans. you simply hum as a response, a little smile painted across your lips. “how was yours? any better?"
your hands are off him now, the two of you are divided by the small kitchen island. you haven’t made note of what he’s bought, either purposefully or because you feel like taking things slow this evening.
“too fast,” you sigh. “someone spilled coffee on me. it got all over my blouse.”
kento’s eyebrows peak, and you respond with a knowing pout. “the white one?” he asks.
you nod solemnly, hanging your head defeatedly. “the white one,” you confirm. your voice is whiny, frustrated at its tired core. “i had to borrow this from a coworker.”
kento hums as a sort of comfort, lays his hand over yours. oddly, this shared fatigue between the two of you makes the place feel more like a home.
“did you go shopping? the bags are beautiful.” you twirl his hand in yours so that his palm is up to the air. before you let go, you trail the creases in his skin.
“new ties?” you ask, your smile a little smug. he may or may not have splurged a few weeks back, much to your amusement and delight.
"no," he replies, only slightly exasperated with you. "they're for you."
"oh!" your hand covers your mouth but it does nothing to hide the smile on your face. "were you thinking of me?"
"yes, i was," he confesses. the blush that rushes to the tips of your ears can't be missed, and suddenly, he wonders why he had been second guessing himself in the first place.
kento nudges the bags toward you, gentle and slow. its almost like he's scared of spooking you, even though you dip your hands in with the eagerness of someone who's never been scared in their life.
"kento," your voice is shocked, anything but quiet in its appreciation. "these are lovely. i don't—to be completely honest, i'm not sure what to say."
"you don't have to. just—" he pauses. "try everything on for me."
your face brightens. its like a new light in the room, soft and warm and his. your hands leap over the counter and grab his loosened tie, tugging him toward you and pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. he wants to say you missed, but he's gone soft with content.
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