number one sorcerer (and virgin) .
synopsis: req! in which your boyfriend â notorious for boasting about how good he is in bed â turns out to be all bark and no bite (until you give him some guidance, at least).
pairing: virgin!switch!gojo x f!reader
wc: est. 4-5k?
incl: unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of dirty talk, some teaching gojo, petnames, manhandling, size kink, clit play, praise kink, edging (himself), teasing, mocking, fingering, oral (f + slight m), cum swallowing
a/n: ty for awakening smtn in me anon it was nice to be writing a full fic again!! hope im not too rusty,, this is straight up filth tho so mdni
back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasnât just good at sex.
no â according to himself, he was some kind of sex god, to match his power level in sorcery, of course.
and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with luscious white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.
satoru believes that heâs done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.
the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.
since the day youâd gotten together â going multiple months strong â satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldnât blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasnât initiated anything; yâknow, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.
little did you know your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.
âbro, itâd be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!â flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend â the only other person to know of his dark secret â snickers against the cushions nearby.
âeverythingâd be fine if you didnât pretend to be some incubus that gets girls to cum with a snap of his finger,â geto quips unhelpfully.
satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how heâs resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. âthat would be pretty cool..â when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. âhowâm i even gonna tell her? what if she doesnât trust me anymore?â
at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. âyou know y/n isnât like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow,â he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.
âyou find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. sheâll be begging for you in no time.â
as usual, geto knows him too well, because those last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. âya think so?â
âhell yeah, man.â the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a confident gleam in both of their eyes.
only a couple weeks later, satoru discovers that going with the flow isnât as easy as suguru declared. with your plush lips sucking his bottom one through occasional moans, along with a delicate pair of nails scratching at his undercut perfectly, he already felt himself getting breathless and aroused like a teenager.
perhaps youâve put him under a spell; how is it that he lasts through prolonged battles while barely breaking a sweat, but having your cute hand move to rub up on his abs and pecs send his nerves into overdrive? it wasnât like making out wasnât uncommon for the two of you, bur this time it just felt so passionate with the way your hips moved to straddle his, tongue practically begging for entrance while the movie on screen was left long forgotten.
gojo canât help but groan as your muscle explores his mouth, core ever so smoothly grinding on his bulge sending pleasure straight through his entire body. even as you pull away to take a breath, his grip on your waist remains stable as if youâd disappear at any momentâ growing even tighter with the way you bore into his eyes hungrily. âsatoru..â
your unusually seductive voice makes him audibly gulp, ây-yeah?â he whispers, glancing to the hand thats now moving down over his grey sweats. shit, this was too much, was he dreaming? he should do something, pinch himself beforeâ
âtouch me, please?â as you voice your request, you squeeze his dick so nicely that satoru swears he nearly explodes in his boxers.
he swallows, words getting lost in his throat. âiâ i uh...â
for the first time in history, satoru has been rendered speechless, and you visibly panic at this realization. yet when you try to carefully maneuver off his lap and give him space, the clutch on your waist intensifies. âwhatâ are you okay? whatâs wrong?â you murmur, brows creasing with concern.
though you never brought it up, satoruâs worry about your confusion was correct; youâd been expecting him to jump your bones a week into your relationship, but seeing how he never forced anything and remained respectful was cute.. at first. after a month of rejection and being pushed away whenever things got too heated, insecurities were bound to start brewing inside you.
he better have a damn good explanation.
âiâm fine,â he reassures, âitâs justâ i should probably tell you something..â refusing to meet your eyes, the sorcerer resorts to drawing shapes against the skin under your t-shirt. in other situations, this would feel soothing, relaxing even â but currently, his lacking and lingering touch made you want to rip the hairs off your head.
all you wanted was to finally get a taste of your steaming hot boyfriend. what could he possibly need to say right now? you ponder, hasnât he been dying to finally show off how amazing he is in bed?
âyes..?â
âitâs actually a funny story, ahaha..â he stalls, chuckling nervously as you turn his jaw to make eye contact. a feeling of impatience and neediness pulls through you, but you contain yourself with a deep breath.
âspit it out, toru.â
there was no going back now, right? âso.. iâve uhâ iâve never actually done this before.â
you blink.
âyouâre.. a virgin?â
it was difficult to believe your own words; it sounded wrong no matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around it. satoru being inexperienced? the satoru with a rock hard 6 pack? the satoru with biceps that bulge out of his shirts and a face sharp enough to be sculpted by aphrodite herself? your satoru?
it sounded ridiculous, but the ugly pout rising across his lips tells you that it wasnât a prank after all. âhey.. donât call me that, now it sounds way worse!â
a sigh escapes your lips, arms folded across your chest. âso all those never have i ever games and stories you told about one night stands wereââ before you know it, a large hand is covering your mouth.
âlisten, how about we talk about this after having some fun?â a surprisingly determined gleam shines in your boyfriendâs icy blue eyes, making your thighs clench together in excitement.
who were you to say no to that?
â
next thing you know, pillows support your back as a shirtless satoru lies directly in front of your clothed crotch, hot breath making you wiggle around impatiently.
âjus- just take it off me, toru. so damn slow-â
âbaby,â he scolds, looking genuinely upset, âthis is my first time seeing a pussy in real life and youâre ruining it with your lack of patience.â
you can only roll your eyes and groan, head flopping back against the cushions in boredom. there was no way to predict how satoruâs first time would go, but you never expected itâd be this agonizing on your end â nor that heâd be so bossy.
though luckily, after another deep breath, your panties are gently tugged down your legs, and satoru can only inhale as he watches your poor hole clench around nothing. it only made sense that after all that dry humping and making out that your neediness increased, and it didnât help that you could clearly see the way satoru was not only rock hard, but much bigger than average through his grey sweats.
âooh.. oh shit..â like the invasive pervert he is, satoru moves even closer to the point where your thighs rest on his muscular shoulders before taking two fingers to spread your lips apart. this way, he has a clear view of the place that needs him most, and it makes a furious blush blossom on your cheeks.
âsâ satoru.. what are you doing?â now you felt like the virgin, desperately attempting to shut your legs with no avail. damn this big idiot and his strength.
suddenly, his piercing eyes snap up to you, a feral look in his gaze. âshit, howâm i gonna fit in this little hole?â
you canât deny the way his dirty words does something to you â not that youâd ever admit it. âthatâs why you gotta prep me, toru. yâknow..â you gulp, âfingering, or like.. eating me out.â
in response, you get a cheshire grin. âsounds fun. show me how you do it, sweets.â
âw-what?â
satoru leans back, attemping to hold in a mischievous smile. âhow else am i gonna learn?â
even masturbating alone makes you flush in slight embarassment, so doing it in front of someone else â your cheeky, shamleess boyfriend no less â had you drowning in nerves. the bigger problem was that his words held a strong point; youâre supposed to be teaching him for his first time and ensuring itâs as enjoyable as possible.
these reminders make you mumble out a gentle fine, breath stuttering as you spread your legs further for the man in front of you.
satoru is now resting his weight on the palms of his hands, looking laid back and relaxed, but evidently still focused at the way your fingers move to unclasp your bra with skill. âdamn..â as your tits are freed, he finds himself needing to adjust his sweatpants and nearly letting out a pathetic noise you would definitely tease him for.
you gulp, trying to ignore his blatant gawking. âitâs good to.. yâknow, tease a bit before getting straight to it. makes it feel better â for me, at least,â you explain while massaging your chest, hiding surprise at the way he sternly nods in understanding.
now that you think about it, something tells you this is the most focused satoru has ever been in a learning environment.
after a bit more pinching and fondling, your hands slide down to your stomach and thighs, trying to get your breathing to relax. having gojo watch you do something so private was.. surreal, but you know for a fact youâve never been this wet before, if that meant anything.
once you finally move down to your most intimate part, satoru takes a deep breath. he watches as you use your fingers to reveal a small bundle of nerves, pulsing and desperate for attention. âthis is the clit, toru. sâvery important.â
his eyes light up. âoh, i know that one!â he announces proudly, âi remember suguru saying i have to.. uh, worship it or something.â
you snicker at the thought of geto giving out sex pointers. âmhm, sometimes penetration isnât enough, so you need to give it attention or i canât really finish.â
gently, you start massaging the bud in circles, humming at the feeling of finally getting some type of relief. you move down to your hole to collect some of your wetness before bringing it back up, letting out a moan in satisfaction.
the way satoru licks his lips as you finally plunge a finger into your hole has you shivering, but you remind yourself that for now, this was simply a demonstration, and that youâd get a taste of him later.
after adding another, you attempt to reach your sweet spot by curling upwards, but it seems that even your hopelessly inexperienced boyfriend could tell that it was getting nowhere.
âaw,â he pouts teasingly, âlilâ fingers canât reach anything, huh?â
âshut- shut up, satoru.â
before you know it, heâs moved onto his stomach again, face to face with your pussy and gripping your now soaked fingers. âyou use these pathetic things when yâmasturbate, huh? imagining my dick while having such tiny fingers up your cunt? kinda offended, babe..â
you feel your tummy flip, where did he learn to talk like that?
âwhy do you have to be so vulgââ youâre cut off by a choking gasp as a warm, wet muscle licks a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit.
âthanks for the lesson. âthink i got it from here,â is all satoru says before heâs diving in, slurping up as much of your essence as possible before latching his plush lips right onto your poor little clit.
you canât help but wiggle around at the jump in stimulation, but that only lasts about five seconds before a muscular arm presses you firmly against the mattress, rendering you trapped and unable to escape to his ministrations.
âtoru, slow down!â your words are coincidentally yelped out right as he wiggles a much bigger finger into you. it explores your insides eagerly, caressing and feeling up what satoru believes will be his new favourite place.
âwow..â sluuurp, âso warm nâ soft in here..â he happily mumbles against your pussy. the vibrations of his now deeper voice shoot through you like electricity, eliciting another choked whine from your throat.
it felt like he was just toying with you; looking way too content drinking up everything you offered, fluid rushing down his chin and nose pushed firmly against your pelvis to inhale your scent.
suddenly, heâs jabbing his fingertip right into that pocket of sunshine that makes your eyes roll back, a loud whimper leaving your throat before you could stop it. âsatoru, right there!â he swiftly seperates from your clit just to mumble out a here? in confirmation, prodding your sweet spot over and over in record breaking speed.
when you nod, he grins smugly, now adding another finger to stretch you further. âmmmph, this is pretty fun. could lie here all night.â
luckily, you barely process his words, much too busy enjoying the best finger-fuck of your life â and this was only his first time, you remember, what will the bastard do to you once heâs got some practice in?
a shaking hand tumbles into his snowy locks, attempting to pull him back weakly. âwait, mâgonna cumâ toruââ
gojo growls almost animalistically, tugging your hand back onto the sheets. âthen fuckinâ do it,â he demands. âcâmon, iâve earned it, right?â then, he sucks even harder, fingers slamming and curling and making the loudest squelch youâve ever heard.
âsee?â he continues, âlilâ cunt wants to cum so bad for me. knows who her owner is already.â his filthy words definitely take part in the way your orgasm hits like a train, body shaking and toes curling as you let the feeling of bliss take over you. you flinch at how swiftly his tongue licks up everything you give him, the fingers in his hair tugging harder in overstimulation.
âtoruuuuu..â
he simpers, tasting his cum-covered lips. âyeeees?â
âthisâ this is your first time, i should be making you feel good.â
slowly but surely, your eyes reopen, meeting your boyfriendâs relaxed gaze as he rubs your thigh affectionately. âdunno what youâre talking about, i felt pretty good just now.â when you only pout further, he snickers, pushing some of his bangs back smoothly. âcâmon, thereâs lots of time for you to get me off later. mâ too excited for the main event..â
at last, he reaches for his sweatpants, more than excited to tug them down and finally give his aching cock some freedom. satoru doesnât think heâs ever had a more painful boner in his life, but it was all worth seeing you release all over his tongue and fingers.
right as he finishes untying the knot, pale fingers drifting up to the waistband, youâre smacking him away to make room for your own hands. he watches with an open mouth as you pull his boxers down along with his pants, leaky, hard cock springing free and nearly hitting you in the face.
shit, of course his dick is perfect too. with a bit of white hair at the base, bulging veins adorned the entirety of his massive length, and the tip â shit, the tip was even bigger than the rest, mushroom shaped and angry red. his balls looked equally agitated and full â the epitome of breeder balls, and you gulped at the thought of him filling you up with everything they had.
now his question from earlier made sense, and he seems to be enjoying the realization on your face from his spot kneeling on the bed. âlike what you see?â he coos, one big hand lowering to relieve the aching in his balls.
âtoru, i donât know if youâll even fit. whyâ why do you have to be so big?â itâs annoying, you want to say â but the white-haired man has already laid back and manhandled you onto his chiseled stomach, a yelp escaping you at his suddenness.
heâs smiling so hard at your little dilemma that itâs almost sick, hands resting behind his head cockily. âtell me more while you ride me, baby.â
after processing that all youâve been doing is feeding his size kink and inflating his already massive ego, you frown. âiâm serious, toru!â
âwhat!? iâm serious too!â the man defends with fake innocence, blue eyes shining in glee. âyouâre the expert here, remember? âsupposed to be teaching me how itâs done.â
all you do is grumble whilst moving down to sit between the sorcererâs thighs, lightly prepping him with your fist and a dribble of spit from your mouth that has the white-haired male biting his lip. âfuck..â satoru canât recall how many times heâs masturbated to the mental image of this exact moment, but now that it was finally happening, he promised himself to savor it as much as possible.
when you move to finally straddle him, hole hovering just above his length, he begins bucking his hips up desperately. âhurryyyâŠâ
âare you in heat or something?â you snort, giving him a dirty glare as if you werenât about to let him inside you.
âfor you? yeah.â satoru offers you a cheesy wink and grin that dissipates the second your warmth encloses his aching tip. his hands slowly move up to grip your waist, jaw clenching in an attempt to not slam you down to his balls right then.
ângh⊠fuuuck, baby,â he groans as you ever so carefully move down another inch. âjesus.. youâre sooo damn tight. dunnoâ how youâre even taking me..â
you squeeze your eyes shut in attempt to bare the discomfort for him, a slight crease growing between your brows. âsatoru, fuckâ hurts..â he immediately reopens his eyes in worry, searching for a way to take your pain away.
yes, he could already tell that he enjoyed being meaner with you in bed â but itâs never fun if you donât feel good as well. though he luckily recalls your lesson from earlier, moving a soft thumb down to massage your clit in tight circles.
when you jolt and nearly faceplant into his neck, he only grins proudly, now using one veiny hand to help push you further onto him. âtheeere we go.. aw, feel better?â
âmhm, feels full..â you mumble back, looking down to see that you â unbelievably â still had a couple inches to go.
satoru feels like heâs about to burst on the other hand, thriving in pure ecstasy at the feeling of your walls massaging him just perfectly. he canât help but thrust up and force his last inches inside you, an echoing smack! of skin against skin singing through the room and eliciting a startled yelp from your throat.
âtoru!â despite your scolding, you canât deny the perfection in which his tip kissed your g-spot effortlessly. his hands felt ever so soothing, comfortingly running up and down as you sat impaled on his cock, wiggling around to get comfortable and ruining him in the process.
just as you start to adjust, you feel yourself being lifted up. âmâ sorry sweets..â gojo suddenly voices, âi canât..â
âhuh? what do you mâah!â youâre flipped onto your back before you know it, knees resting on the shoulders of your boyfriend who has a gleam in his pupils that youâve quite frankly never seen before; he looked feral.
satoru carefully pulls out until only his tip is encased in your warmth, and everything is calm for a moment. you both take a deep breath, and he smiles down at your already fucked-out face with pride. âsatoruââ
then heâs pushing back in with all the strength his massive hips can produce, and you think if it werenât for his hands wrapped around your thighs, you wouldâve got pushed off the bed entirely. you unintentionally let out the loudest sound of the night, and this sets him off.
now he was getting brutal, bullying your cunt with hit after hit against the spot that has drool dripping down your cheek and eyes crossing. you canât even stop the pathetic noises and symphonies of right there! that leave your lips, no matter how hot your cheeks flush in embarrassment. it felt as though every time his dick jabbed back in he was right up in your tummy, veins pulsing and ensuring your cunt is molded to the perfect sleeve for him.
âtoru, shitâ nghh, faster, please! feels sâgood!â
ânghh, toru, faster! ahaha..â he mocks you â of course he does, but picks up the pace nonetheless â now holding your lower body up so that your knees dangle higher over his shoulders and each stroke is angled exactly where you want him. âso cute when youâre gettinâ stuffed full, baby.â
he leers as you send him the harshest expression you can manage, reaching down for your clit and giggling as you start squirming in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. this bastard is having way too much fun, you realize, moans being forced out of you almost tauntingly.
tonight you discover that satoruâs way of fucking is rather animalistic, frantic, thrilling, and with the sole purpose of making you both feel as good as possible. if you want him to go slow or make love to you, youâd probably have to ask beforehand â or perhaps tie him up so you could have your fun in peace.
if your insides werenât being rearranged, youâd grin at the thought of your boyfriend restrained and at your mercy. another night, you promise yourself.
âtightest pussy ever fâmy first time baby.. haah.. canât believe iâve been missinâ out on this.â for once, something praising comes out of his big mouth, breathes getting cut short every time you involuntarily squeeze him harder. he swears thereâs no better feeling then what you were giving him right now, not even singlehandedly resurrecting himself using the reversed curse technique.
and while no injuries have ever left a scar on gojo satoru, he decides that the claw marks youâre ruthlessly digging into his back will stay as long as his body allows â why should he hide how good heâs made you feel despite being a virgin an hour prior?
maybe if heâs in the mood to brag, heâll show them to suguru later.
âfeels good toru, fucking me so good,â you feel the way his whole body reacts to your praises, a deep growl melting from his lips as the sounds of skin slapping increasingly grows in volume.
âbaby,â he pants, legs being held higher while he digs deeper into your guts, âmâgonna cum.. need you to cum with me.â the twitching of his length inside you gave away the fact that gojo has practically been on the edge ever since he pushed into you â and while he knows itâs completely normal to cum prematurely on your first time, when has he ever not gone above expectations?
in a split second youâre flipped onto your hands and knees, large hands pushing you into a deep arch while your boyfriend gives his body a moment to relax, pinching his base (a rather perverted method heâs learned by edging himself while masturbating) between his thumb and pointer.
when you needily wiggle your hips in an attempt to find his cock again, he grins boyishly. âlookinâ for this?â he sings the words right before plunging his entire length back into you, abusing your g-spot while a lanky finger impressively finds the bud between your legs right away (a skill that most âexperiencedâ men youâve previously been with fail to achieve), circling and pinching in a frantic attempt to make your orgasms arrive in sync.
âfucking hell, satoru,â you whine, the new angle making his tip bump against spots that have never been rubbed before. âcan feel you so deep.â
âoh yeah?â his bicep pulls you up so your head rests on his broad shoulder, now victim to the filth being whispered directly into your ear. âmâ i doing good? fuckinâ this lilâ pussy nice and deep like she needs?â
when you nod, he beams like a maniac, seemingly encouraged to pound you even harder as his hips pick up the pace. âdamn, âthink iâm already a pro at this, huh?â
for the sake of your sanity, you ignore his bragging. âtoru, donât stop. iâmâ iâm gonna..â
âyouâre gonnaaa?â he derides, kissing the corner of your lip sweetly. âtell me, baby.â
âgonna cum for you, please.â satoru almost decides to fill you up at those words, but his self control is just a bit stronger. he feels the way your cunt is pulsing, body practically shaking as you get closer and closer to release, and heâs determined to help you reach it.
his thrusts get a bit sloppier, and youâre too busy basking in your own pleasure to see the eye-candy that is gojo biting his swollen lips, sweat dripping down his forehead all the way to his solid abs, snowy bangs a tad bit moist against his forehead. he looked like the definition of temptation; straight out of a wet dream with stamina that seemingly never declined.
âme too, baby. câmon, cum on this dick. sâall yours to ruin.â
you moan as you allow yourself to let go, toes curling and nails digging into his forearm ecstatically. âthaaatâs it, good girl.. ahah.. such a good girl fâme.â he talks you through it as if heâs done so a million times, both of you looking down to watch your release coat his dick and the crumpled sheets below.
at his praise, you squeeze him just a bit tighter, making his lips curl up in interest. âmy girl likes being praised, huh? doing so good making a mess on me..â
he pulls out, carefully dropping you to the mattress before tugging on his dick in hopes of reaching his own peak. satoru forces himself to open his eyes just enough to admire the view of you fucked out below him, body shaking slightly as you recover from the intense waves of your orgasm.
ây/n,â he abruptly whines, patting your shoulder with a subtle urgency in his voice.
â..mhmm?â
âwhere can i cum? quick babyâ please, iâve been holding this for way too longââ this has your body moving, eyes popping open as you swiftly bend down so your mouth hovers directly in front of him.
you replace his fist with yours as soft lips move to suckle harsly on his leaking tip, and now itâs gojo who has his eyes rolling back; whimpers flying out of his throat every time your tongue massages the delicate underside, sending visible shocks through his body. âfuck!â he can only curse and run his fingers through your hair for support while you pump him dry. âjust like that, good.. haah.. good fuckinâ girl, shiiit.â
youâve never seen your boyfriend â the strongest â look so pathetic and desperate, but it only spurs you on further, enjoying the way he continues to blabber about how pretty you are and how heâs gonna fill your mouth like he would your pussy. in response, you greedily hum around him, licking through his slit as if you were pleading the little hole to give you what you deserved.
and only moments later, satoruâs words become reality; though he attempts to keep revelling in the feeling of your warm lips and hands, his body stills in place instinctively, one last warning tumbling out of his throat as your mouth is flooded with rope after rope of bitterly sweet fluid.
it seems like your accusations about his breeder balls were correct, because once it starts it seemingly never ends; cum now overflowing from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow frequently enough to not choke on how much he deposits.
meanwhile, gojo feels like he is quite literally ascending, everything becoming unimportant next to you and the feeling of pleasure being forced through him like an overwhelming earthquake, pulse after pulse as you suck him for all heâs worth.
âthasâ right.. take every damn drop, baby.â when satoru looks down and earns a glimpse of the white fluid trickling down your chin, his dick twitches in your mouth. âgod, youâre so sexy..â
once he was done, you both flop onto the bed in exhaustion, and while the vulnerable moment has utmost potential to become something cute and memorable, a certain blue-eyed bastard decides to open his mouth once again.
âwhatâre you huffing and puffing for?â he sasses, shamelessly eyeing the way your tits rose and fell with every breath you took. âall you did was sit there while i had a full body workout!â
you take a very deep breath. âgojo, i just let you put your dick inside me. shut the fuck up.â
at your reminder of whatâd just occurred, he grins like an idiot. âyouâre right, thank you.â theyâre soft, but he ensures his words are as audible and genuine as he can make them.
satoru isnât exactly the best with words, but he knows damn well that youâre the only person heâd want to have his first time with, and the fact that you allowed his wish to become reality is something heâll forever be grateful for.
âi love you..â you soften. âeven if youâre a pillow princess.â you stiffen again.
nothing could stay lovey-dovey with him for too long.
a fake cry is pulled from his lips as you rudely smack his shoulder. âi tried to ride you but you flipped me over after ten seconds!â
âitâs not my fault you move as slow as my grandma!â
somehow, you both make it to the washroom despite all the banter. just as you bend over in hopes of starting the shower up, a mean spank is delivered to your ass.
when you turn to meet the culprit, he only narrows his eyes at you playfully. âround two, mâlady?â itâs almost like his voice lowers on purpose, dirty words rumbling in his throat, knowing what it did to your body.
you do your best to send him a disappointed glance anyway. âday one of not being a virgin and youâre already the horniest man i know.â
after following you inside, his fluffy hair flattens from the steamy water before nudging you back, encasing you between him and the solid wall.
âi might be willing to overlook the fact that you know other horny men if you agree to some very loving, extremely intimate making out,â he requests, sleek nose poking yours much gentler than you expected.
you still send him a distrusting raise of your brow. âonly making out, huh?â
the dirty smirk he sends you is all you need to know, along with his hardened dick pressing against your thigh as he moves in to kiss you.
what have you gotten yourself into?
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23 MISSED CALLS.
â summary. you had always nagged to your boyfriend satoru to answer his damn phone. itâd always go straight to voicemailâyou told him in your own words, âtoru, what if something ever happened to you?â but this time, it was far too late.
wc. 1.7k
tags. gn!reader, heavy angst little comfort, nickname(s) 'baby, angel.'
an. idk how to write angst much but i was sad so came up w this. merry christmas :)
âhey heyy, itâs satoru. uh, youâve reached theâeheh what does that lady say againâŠ? youâve reached the voicemail box of.. gojo satoru. leave a message after the beep, beeeeep. heh, bye.â
such a dork.
you lost count of how many times you listened to that automatic message over and over again. the playful cheekiness in his voice, you could just see his smile. the dumb dimples that poke out against both of his cheeks whenever he grinned.
a cute dork. your dork.
besides that though, itâs been at least twenty three times of you ringing him, but to no avail. each time it went straight to voicemailâsucking your teeth in confusion, you started pacing around your bedroom. it was christmas morning, and gojo promised heâd be here before you wake up.
he couldnât beâŠ
no, heâs gojo satoru. he always wins, right?
right..?
the more you waited, the more impatient you became. the room grew colder and colder, despite the heat being turned on. you sat on gojoâs side of the bed, inhaling his scent, as if he was here right now.
heâd always fill up the room with his loud cologne scentsâyouâre always telling him how itâs too strong and he always kisses your cheek, muttering, âeh really? i donât smell it that much, baby..â
the scent was always sweet, a mixture of cinnamon and multiple other spicesâyou glanced at the rosĂ©gold alarm clock that rested against your nightstand, the time reading six thirty am.
he still wasnât here.
it was hard to not overthink, think the worst, gojo was always so good at calming your nerves. youâd be one to constantly overthink. his trick to stop that was to simply hold you in his arms, stroke your hair and tell you in a soft cheery voice, âhey angel, everythingâs gonna be okay. iâm okay, weâre okay.â
but again, he still wasnât here.
gojo mentioned to you before he left last night around midnight he had to âtake care of somethingâ â his code word of heâs about to go into battle or fight, but he didnât want you to worry about him.
thatâs the very last thing he wanted. and if anything, he always assured you heâd be okay. even if he was beaten to a pulp by his enemies, heâd always return back home to you with that stupid lovable grin on his face.
so what made christmas day any different?
you swallowed the thick, nonexistent lump in your throat, trying to snap out of your deep melancholy thoughts. dragging your feet,
you rubbed your eyes from the sun just barely shinning through the curtains scattered throughout the house.
with a soft sigh, you made your way towards the christmas tree â the pretty lengthy tree the both of you decorated together last minute, a tiny smile went on your face at remembering how gojo kept accidentally breaking all of the ornaments, so he had to constantly keep buying new ones.
lights, glimmery multicolored lights, a plethora of ornaments and a pretty sheeny star sits at the very top. you sat on your knees, before glancing down at the various presents â one caught your eye, it was a tiny box. a velvet heart shaped box, and gojo told you it was the biggest surprise yet.
you paused, glancing down at your phone that was about it to die soon, wondering why gojo still hasnât returned any of your calls.
heâs been gone for hours, and the knot in your stomach continued to tightenâit felt like something inside of you was squeezing, tugging you from the inside.
was this was a gut feeling feels like? something was telling you, screaming at you that something wasnât right.
with shaky hands, you went to his contact for what seems like the millionth time, staring at the image that was his picture, him and you.
the both of you were being goofy, it was a old polaroid picture a few years ago of the both of you during your birthday.
he spoiled you so much that day, but as always he never forgot to repeat how much he loved you.
the phone rang three times and your mind pretty much knew mentally he wasnât gonna answer, it was a bit foolish for you to continuously keep trying. but something in you told yourself, itâs satoru. heâs gonna answer. anything to reassure yourself, this happens a lot â gojoâs the type of person who always has his phone on silent, or he says heâll call you back but ends up forgetting.
after a few rings, the same automatic voicemail plays, and just hearing his voice again, no matter how many times â it never fails to make your heart swoon.
âhey heyy, itâs satoru. uh, youâve reached theâeheh what does that lady say againâŠ? youâve reached the voicemail box of.. gojo satoru. leave a message after the beep, beeeeep. heh, bye.â
you intake a sharp breath, closing your eyes before bringing the warm phone up to your ear, pressing it against your cheek before speaking in a voice.
a voice you hardly recognized, ââŠtoru?â and you were on the brink of tears, it was easy to hear and you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you but at this point..
was it really worth holding on to?
fifteen long seconds passed and you forgot the phone was still in your hand.
you sniffled, gathering yourself briefly before continuing in a soft drowsy voice, âh-hey, um. i donât mean to blow your phone up but, you arenât responding and iâm getting kind of scared. are you okay?â
you pause again, feeling the sting of tears nearly escape through your eyelids before you squeeze your eyes shut, lightly squeezing your left thigh to prevent any more emotions from revealing themselves.
âi um, just wanna say i love you, and i hope youâre okay. i didnât wanna open my gifts until you got here but youâre taking forever..â
and you manage to crack a tiny smile that purses against your lipsâyet after a while, it fades and your heart feels like itâs just walking on egg shells. âbut anyway, yeah. i love you satoru, text or call me back so i know youâre alright, please? and just get home safe okay? bye.â
you hung up the phone and a single tear ran down your cheek.
so much time had passed, and he still wasnât here. it was nearly seven in the morning now, and your dumb curiosity got the best of youâyou wondered what gojoâs big surprise gift was.
he wanted you to wait to see your reaction, but you were just so curious, so enthused.
you started to peel the pretty striped velvet wrapping paper off, one at a time, it was neatly wrapped with a perfect red and blank bow tied on the top.
once you opened it, it had a tiny black box, and your eyebrows raised, a note sticking out the side. grabbing it, you revealed it and it read in neat handwriting:
âhi baby!! merry merry christmas, iâm kinda tearing up while writing this, and i know i know you probably just wanna see the gift but first read this âkay? just wanna say i love love you so much, and iâm so glad weâve been together for almost four years now. you mean everything to me, youâre so sweet and kind, always there whenever i need to talk my feelings out, or even if i just need to lay on you and fall asleep. but anywho, you know who loves you? this guy! hopefully i made you smile as you read this, im probably not at home yet but ill be back soon. donât worry your pretty little head, alright? i love you baby, merry christmas from your honored one, xoxo.â
tears were in your eyesâand it was like you could hear him, he was right, you did manage to smile. sniffling, you placed the note aside before opening the small black box.
once you pulled the top back, your eyes widened, seeing a small coruscating ring. your heart sang, blinking twice to make sure your eyes werenât playing tricks on you.
gojo was planning to propose..?
the ring was so pretty.
various scattered crushed up like pearls around the top, and once the tears started, they kept streaming down your face. you quickly pulled it out, sliding it on your ring finger and it was a perfect fit â in a frail sob, you mumble, ây-yes, iâll marry you satoru.â
yet â thatâs when you wake up, finally snapping back to reality. confused with tears still streaming down your face, burning.
âsatoru?â
no answer.
you get up from the bed, your eyes widen before you look at your right hand â and the engagement ring was still there. a sigh of relief exits your mouth, and thatâs when you make your way towards the kitchen.
nothing to worry about, maybe you just fell asleep while opening the gift. yeah, that had to be it.
although, the atmosphere of your house felt different. taking a quick glance in the living room, the christmas tree wasnât there anymore, it wasnât snowing, and it was almost as if you lived by yourself.
âsatoru?â you called out again, before pulling out your phone â scrolling towards your messages and your heart suddenly sank. the last message you sent him was two years ago, a subtle âsatoru, itâs christmas and youâre still not here? are you okay?â
christmas�
you pulled a tab down on your phone â and the date read march 17th. approximately two years later from when you last sent that message, and you were so confused.
but the further you scrolled down, you saw messages from others, sending you their regards and condolences for your lossâŠ.loss?
the recent message was from geto â and your last reply was, âthank you, iâm doing okay. i just still canât believe heâs gone.â
. . .
you felt sick â tear after tear racing down both sides of your face before coming to the sudden unfathomable realization.
gojo never came back home for one reason and one reason only. he died a painful death those long two years ago, even though he swore heâd come back to you on christmas.
perhaps everything was all a lie.
sometimes people donât win all the time, not even the honored one, the love of your life, gojo satoru.
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