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Deeper in the Dark (16): Little Slice of Happiness

Deeper in the Dark: Chapter 16 Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Ongoing story This chapter: fluff and smut (but a soft kind of smut) | NSFW Full story on AO3

I thought I could post this chapter here on tumblr since it's fairly short and sweet and could be read as a standalone (sorta) so here (◡‿◡✿)

It's set during JJK0 before the day of big fight!

December 7th

There was something brushing against her cheek when Yura slowly brought herself out of sleep. When she finally cracked her eyes open, she found a familiar blue pair staring back at her, and she first wrinkled her nose as she pretended to be cranky before a small smile spread across her lips.

“’Morning,” Satoru said, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, and Yura shifted her face towards it before a yawn suddenly escaped her.

“Morning,” she eventually replied. She let her eyes fall closed again as she let out a sigh, her face shifting down to press against the arm underneath her head.

“Nooo, don’t go back to sleep,” Satoru said, gently patting her cheek. “Not on my birthday.”

Ah, that’s right. It was Satoru’s birthday today.

Yura let out a small snort, then playfully bit at the arm under her.

“Nooo, don’t eat me either,” Satoru said, stifling a laugh. “Not on my birthday!”

Yura let out a breathy chuckle as she finally opened her eyes, rubbing at them with one hand as she started stretching out her legs between Satoru’s. There were slivers of sunlight streaming in from behind Satoru’s curtains, his bedroom windows large enough to brighten the place up despite being partially covered.

Satoru’s hand rested on her waist on top of the bedcovers as she finished stretching, his other arm still being used as her pillow. “Where’s my ‘happy birthday’?” he asked, pushing a pout onto his lips.

“I gave you one yesterday,” she reminded him. After the clock had struck midnight last night, they’d started joking around that it was already his birthday, and she ‘congratulated’ him in more ways than one. The result being their bare bodies now brushing against each other underneath the sheets.

Satoru pouted harder, and Yura let her smile widen as she pushed him onto his back, slotting her body next to his and resting her chin on his chest. “We should celebrate today, shouldn’t we?” she said. She had a hand underneath her chin, and her fingers absentmindedly tapped against his skin.

“I mean, if you insist,” Satoru replied, and Yura huffed out a laugh.

Her fingers drummed against his chest again, and she tilted her head slightly. “Well,” she started, pretending to think for a second. “Since Tsumiki is living at Jujutsu Tech now, I thought I could take Megumi there and we could celebrate. Bring a cake in and stuff.”

But Satoru’s eyes suddenly became a little clouded as he hummed out a vague response, and something tugged at her heart at the not-that-uncommon expression on his face these days.

Things had settled down after Geto’s declaration of war, but in a simmering kind of way that felt like it was only a matter of time before it finally boiled over. Everyone was on edge, some training, others preparing in different ways; part of the jujutsu community was in a full-on manhunt for Geto before the allotted date, but it seemed that he had actually gone into hiding this time, and no one could locate him.

Satoru, though, was not among the people who were actively looking for the former sorcerer. Yura wasn’t sure why exactly, but she could guess—that maybe actually seeing his old friend in person had halted any desire to find him again, or maybe the looming date on the horizon meant that Satoru thought the only thing he had to do now was wait. Either way, Yura was glad that he remained within her reach instead of being out there by himself.

But that’s not to say that Satoru was exactly... okay. Sure, he pretended to be his usual self around other people, but Yura could see right through him—and when everyone else was gone and it was just the two of them alone, Satoru would drop his carefree mask to let Yura see the heavy weight he was carrying around with him. She tried her best to keep his mind off things most of the time, and they were able to have some quiet, genuine moments between themselves every now and then—but with everyone counting the days until the day of the battle arrived, it was getting harder and harder to let themselves relax.

“Can we...” Satoru started, his eyes still somewhat far away. “Can we just eat out? Out of the school, I mean.”

“...Yeah,” Yura replied, her eyes soft. “We can do that. We’ll get Tsumiki after class, what do you say?”

Satoru nodded in agreement, his eyes finally looking at her, and she offered him a smile.

“You’re getting old, you know,” she told him, her smile turning teasing. “You’re practically thirty now.”

Yura was relieved when Satoru’s lips also tugged up in a matching smile. “I’m twenty-eight today,” he defended himself. “And in a couple of months, you will be too.”

Yura let out a playful scoff. “Pfft, you’ll be a decrepit old man soon,” she said, and her hand reached up to play with his hair. “Look, your hair is already all white and everything!”

Satoru’s chest vibrated with a laugh, and Yura let her smile soften again. She shifted her head so she could rest her cheek on his chest, staring up at him, and her hand brushed down his face until she started mindlessly playing with his chin.

They were silent for a little while, Yura simply looking at him and taking him in—but it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence. Yura felt warm and content, and even if Satoru’s eyes kept drifting away every now and then, it seemed that he was making an effort to stay focused on the here and now.

“Megumi’s birthday is in a couple of weeks too, isn’t it?” he eventually spoke up, one of his hands brushing hair away from her face.

“Yeah,” she replied, shifting to rest her chin on his chest again, but then she sobered up slightly.

Megumi’s birthday was on the 22nd... just two days before when everything was supposed to go down. The closer they drew to the date, the more agitated everyone became; more and more people had started using the school grounds to train or strategize, sorcerers from all over wanting to be as sharp and on top of their game as possible for when everything went to shit. Chances were that, two days before the battle, they would all be busy preparing the evacuation procedures for every non-sorcerer in the targeted areas and other countermeasures...

...Not much time for them to spend celebrating a birthday.

Yura let out a sigh, resting on her cheek again. “We could make time for some cake,” she tried, and Satoru hummed in agreement, his eyes going far away once more.

Her own eyes slipped away, and she tried to focus on the way she could feel his chest moving up and down underneath her head instead of the impending disaster they would have in their hands in less than a month’s time. It felt like there was not enough time for them to prepare and also somehow too much time—too much time for them to stew in the worst possibilities of what was to come.

With yet another sigh, her hand started drawing imaginary figures on Satoru’s shoulder in order to distract herself from her thoughts. Satoru’s own hands were quiet as they rested against her, signaling that he too was lost inside his own head.

“...Yura,” he said, breaking the silence again, and Yura shifted her head to look up at him. “I don’t think we’ll be able to have Christmas this year.”

A wave of sadness hit her all of a sudden, her lips pressing together as she drew in a breath through her nose.

Seriously, why did Geto have to choose Christmas Eve of all days to pull this crazy plan of his off? Why did he have to ruin their Christmas like this?

Yura let out a breath, lifting her hand back to Satoru’s face. “It’s okay,” she said, her thumb caressing his chin again. “We can have Christmas next year.”

Yura didn’t actually want to think about the possibilities for next year.

After yet another stretch of silence, Satoru was the one who eventually heaved out a sigh, his chest moving her up and down with its movements. “Well, guess we’ll just have to worry about that later, then,” he said, in that carefree tone he used when he wanted to pretend everything was fine. And this time, Yura was glad to play along.

“Yeah,” she agreed, lifting herself off his chest and pushing her face closer to his. “Because guess what?” she asked, a small smile spreading across her lips, his breath caressing her face. “Today is your birthday.”

Satoru’s smile mirrored her own. “Really? I had no idea.”

“Hm-hm,” she responded, her nose bumping his. She paused for a moment. “So happy birthday, stupid.”

Yura’s heart fluttered when Satoru’s smile widened in genuine joy, and she stopped to stare at it for a moment before she finally lowered her lips to his.

The kiss was slow and tentative as she enjoyed the feeling of his lips on hers, unhurriedly moving against each other like two people who had all the time in the world. And maybe that wasn’t exactly true, especially given recent circumstances, but it was nice to pretend—that Yura had nothing else to worry about except the way Satoru felt against her.

They stayed like that for a while, just kissing, taking a few moments to breathe, then kissing again. Satoru’s hand made its way into her hair, brushing it back and keeping it away from her face, and Yura leaned in to the warmth of his palm in the brief moments that their lips disconnected from each other.

Could they just stay there like this for... the rest of their lives? No worrying about anything else, no more fighting, no more death—just the two of them together in this quiet bubble that was their bed.

Yura sighed against his mouth.

Their kissing eventually started picking up a bit, although it was still fairly slow and lazy. When Satoru began to lift his torso up from the bed, still holding her head to his, Yura let him maneuver them both around, guiding her to switch places with him as she lay back on the bed instead. And all the while, their mouths never disconnected from one another, not when Yura laid her head down on the pillow still warm from Satoru, not when Satoru shifted between the bedsheets so he could cover her body with his own, nor when she opened her legs so he could slot himself there, her hands now being the ones to hold his head to hers.

When her tongue licked at his lips asking for entrance, he welcomed it gladly, and when their hands started wandering over each other’s bodies, it was much at the same pace as their lips—slow and languid, a warm and comfortingly familiar rhythm that they had long since perfected together.

A lazy haze had fallen over them as they continued kissing, their hands softly wandering over each other’s bodies and mapping all the dips and contours of the other’s skin. It was a shared warmth, a synchronized dance, their bodies never fully disconnecting as they both slid their hands downwards to reach between each other’s legs.

They moved together as they both shifted in place to adjust their positions, before Yura grasped him and guided him to her entrance. Their mouths remained joined as she pushed the head of him inside, but when he started sliding himself in, their mouths finally broke apart.

Joined, at last.

Small gasps caressed each other’s faces at the feeling of him sliding inside slowly, pushing his way in until there was no more space for him to fill. They stayed there for a moment, breathing each other in, before his lips pressed gently against hers again and they started lazily kissing once more.

Her body was strangely relaxed as Satoru began to move his hips, slowly sliding himself in and out of her. Her arms wrapped around his torso, her fingers softly caressing the skin of his back, and when Satoru eventually pulled away from her lips to drop his forehead to the bed, Yura kept her eyes closed, enjoying this closeness between them.

Just in, out, in, out... There was no hurry to get anywhere, no end point in particular; it was just them, together. It felt strangely peaceful to just be lying there, Satoru’s body covering her own, her legs hugging his hips, her fingers playing around on his back, and the feeling of him fitting himself inside like that’s where he belonged all along. She let herself get lost in the feeling of him nuzzling the side of her head, of her walls welcoming him in with every lazy thrust of his hips—but he never fully left her heat, she briefly noticed, like he was caressing the deepest parts of her with every gentle movement. Yura could only tighten her arms around him to urge him on, her nose breathing him in as she pressed a kiss to the crook of his shoulder—and her lips ended up tugging up slightly when she felt him press a kiss to the side of her head in return.

Yura only half-registered the way his free hand made its way down her body again, but she let out a sigh when he found the nub between her legs and started rubbing soft circles there. So she let her nails gently scrape over his back, her lips fluttering against the skin of his neck as she tried to stay as connected to him as possible—although, granted, being more connected than ‘him reaching deep inside of her walls’ might’ve been a bit impossible.

Oh well. Didn’t hurt to try.

Satoru kept pushing himself inside her, his hand rubbing at her in sync, and her puffs of breath against his skin started gaining speed as she felt a buildup grow within her. But this buildup was a strange, slow one—one that let her feel every second of it as it grew and grew, spreading from her belly across every part of her body.

Her fingers then started pressing into Satoru’s back a little deeper, but still gentle enough to match the feeling of relaxation that was still present in her body. It might’ve been a little unusual for her to feel so relaxed given the situation, as she would normally be tensing up by now, pressing herself closer to chase after the promised high, but no; her body still felt like it could happily melt into the mattress as Satoru moved in and out of her, only keeping her legs in place so she could hold herself open for him.

And when the buildup inside of her grew and grew, taking over her entire body to finally push her over the edge, Yura could only gasp at the sudden, but also not that sudden, feeling—like a gentle surge instead of a crashing wave inside of her. Satoru lifted his head then, his lips pressing against hers and swallowing her gasp, although Yura’s brain was too busy with the increasingly drawn-out feeling of her climax to do much in return. It kept going, and going—Satoru still moving inside her, his hand still rubbing at her, and she felt like she was suddenly floating, weightless, for one endless moment... before she felt Satoru gasp against her mouth, slotting himself fully in and then finally filling her up with warmth.

And for a moment, everything seemed to stand still.

One blissful moment where nothing else mattered.

Their chests heaved against each other in silence as the feeling washed over them, the only sound in the room being their joined quickened breaths, almost in sync. If Yura had felt relaxed before, then she was completely boneless now—but she still had enough strength in her to keep her legs up bracketing his hips, her arms wrapped around his back and holding him to her.

This felt nice.

Beyond nice, actually.

Satoru let out a breath against her mouth, eventually letting his head drop back to the bed beside her. He started nuzzling the side of her head again, and Yura found the strength to have her fingers start caressing his back in slow and lazy strokes.

“...Satoru?” she half whispered, her breath blowing gently against his hair.

“Hm?” Satoru responded, shifting ever so slightly. The movement reminded her that he was still inside of her, like the perfect missing piece to her puzzle, and she bit back a sigh at the feeling as her legs tightened around him to urge him to stay right there.

“Happy birthday,” she finally said.

Satoru paused for a moment, and she felt his chest vibrate with a laugh. “You’ve already said that,” he told her.

She laughed back. “You were the one being so needy for birthday wishes.”

With another chuckle, Satoru finally lifted his head to look her in the eye. “Maybe I just wanted another blowjob like last night.”

Yura unsuccessfully tried to bite back her smile, shrugging. “The day’s just started.”

As Satoru’s face broke out in a grin, the joy in his eyes let Yura forget, if just for a moment, about the impending doom they were about to face in less than a month. She had no idea what would happen then, and dwelling on that thought terrified her—so instead, she tried to just focus on Satoru right now in front of her.

When Satoru started nuzzling her face with his, his nose poking at her cheek as he rubbed up against her almost like a cat, Yura had to huff out a laugh. Forgetting about their worries wasn’t a hard thing to do when they were together like this, like nothing bad could ever touch them as long as they stayed together in this very bed... so Yura wouldn’t mind if this was where they spent the rest of the day if Satoru so wished.

But when Satoru eventually shifted back, pulling out of her, she couldn’t help but feel regretfully empty at the broken physical connection. At least he flopped down beside her, his arm around her torso, his face going back to nuzzling the side of her head as he attached himself to her side.

They were okay, she thought to herself, letting her nose bump his. They were okay for now, even if they wouldn’t be okay later—but that would be a problem for the future. Because for now, nothing could touch this little slice of happiness they had carved for themselves right there and then.

End notes: I tried a different vibe with the smut this time, something nice and soft before The Action begins ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And oh boy, there will be action! It's been a while since I wrote a proper battle scene (...putting aside when Satoru and Yura were sparring and got horny, I mean) so let's see how that goes.

I'm excited tho, we'll get to see Yura's full abilities for what has to be the first time ever ehehehe. There's a lot I've been keeping from you guys (ಠ‿ಠ)

Next chapter: The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons starts...

#gojo x oc #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fic #jjk fic #gojo smut #jjk #my fics #satoyura

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