ā° f!reader x roomie!gojo ā° smut (MDNI), making out + dry-humping, satoru cums in his pants lololol (ā¦but so do you) ++ here is some actual roomie!gojo writing based on this and this ...i wrote this with one hand btw ā°
it always starts the same and ends the sameā what started as an innocent movie night for you and your roommate ended with him pulling you into his lap for possibly the hundredth time in the last few weeks, his hands grabbing your waist firmly as you pressed yourself against his chest, making out like neither one of you had ever kissed anyone before.
satoru wouldnāt have it any other way. he hopes you donāt mind, either; though heās sure thatās the case already, if the way you eagerly kiss him back is anything to go by.
the sound of your lips smacking against his is the only thing that resonates in your ears; the tv has long since drowned out behind you. you can feel your heartbeat steadily picking up, thrumming against your ribcage and muffling every other noise in the room that isnāt directly coming from satoru.
testing it out, your tongue swipes over his bottom lip briefly; you hear a small groan rumble in the back of his throat. just as youād expected, the sound was as clear as day to youā it echoes in your mind and only serves to make you press yourself harder against his chest.
he hums again, hands tightening their grip around your waist, feeling his eyes roll back in his head even though theyāre already closed. heās certain that heās died and gone to heaven, because the feelings swirling in his chest and low in his gut are so amazing it makes him feel like heās floatingā like he could walk on water and turn that very liquid into wine.
(he briefly wonders if that wine would taste as good as you do.)
thereās a moment where your lips slow, mouth parting further against him for a moment before youāre pulling back. itās like clockworkā you both make out for a few minutes, you pull away for a breath of air, clear your throat, and then you climb off his lap. the two of you move on with the acknowledgement that the air around you is charged with something intense, and itās part of the reason why he keeps coming back for more throughout the day.
he expected this already, so he keeps his eyes closed; savoring the feeling of your swollen lips for now, how plump they feel against his own as you pulled away from him. he can feel the string of your saliva connecting you two; he doesnāt need to open his eyes to see the way the thin liquid stretches until it bows and snaps, making his mouth feel wetter than it already was. his own lips part for a small breath of air, one hand subconsciously sliding up your back, and his eyes flutter open in mild surprise at what you do next.
heād expected you to have climbed off his lap at this point, but when he opens his eyes he catches a glimpse of something in your own gaze before youāre leaning back in. maybe youād been encouraged by the slide of his hand along your spine, arching into his touch and reaching out for more. he doesnāt really have the time to go over it in his head because all his thoughts are jumbled the very second he feels your lips pressing against his again.
okay, okayā this is fine, heāll just kiss you back for a few more minutes and then youāll probably want to pull away for real this time.
but thatā¦ doesnāt happen. he swipes his tongue over your lower lip again, and he feels his chest tighten when your lips part eagerly, accepting the slip of his tongue inside of your mouth. you both usually stop before it gets this far, this heavy, but right now he canāt bring himself toā and neither can you, apparently.
his tongue enters your mouth and swirls around yours, and you tighten your grip on his shoulders at the way the sensation shoots through your gut. itās not long before youāre both panting loudly into the kiss, louder than everā messily kissing each other and shoving your tongues down each otherās throats.
the air around you feels hotter, you feel hotter. satoruās grip canāt seem to relax from the way heās moving his hands erratically along your sides. everything is making your blood rush south and something pulses to life between your legs; and when you shift against his lap to press yourself further into him, thatās when he knows heās too far goneā his cock immediately twitches in his pants.
he stutters, breaking the kiss briefly for a breath of air, but then youāre shifting over him again and he feels himself start to strain his pants further. he blinks, wanting to stop this before it gets too far with you, his roommateā but heās acting on pure instinct and unbridled desire at this point. his head rolls back onto the cushion behind him, hands tightening around your waist to keep you still over his lap, chest rising and falling rapidly.
you breath fans across his neck with every pant that leaves your lips, and you blink at him for a moment. you have half a mind to climb off his lap now but thereās a dull ache low in your gut and, for some reason, you think he needs to be the one to do something about it.
āātoru,ā you mumbled, sliding a hand from his shoulder over to the side of his neck, cupping it gently. you hear the way his breath hitches, his adamās apple bobbing over his throat as he swallows thickly before replying.
ājusā just a second, iāmāā¦ā he stammers, swallowing again. unbeknownst to you, heās trying to will his dick to soften up again (as if itād been soft at all from the moment you climbed onto his lap, but thatās not the point). āiām just catching my breath.ā
you hum, somewhat uncertain. you decide not to question it, but you know thereās more to it when you try to move off him, only for him to pull you back down onto his thighs with a small grunt.
āsatorāā
āwait, justāā he lifts his head up now, meeting your gaze. despite trying to relax himself he doesnāt want you to stop just yet; thereās this desperation in his eyes that only serves to make you throb harder, the urge to press your thighs together for some friction now stronger than ever. he feels your thighs clench around his own and heās now given up entirely on trying to calm down.
your hand cupping the side of his neck slides to the back of his head, scratching your fingers along his scalp, and his breath hitches once more. your start at his undercut and move up to the longer strands of hair, and then youāre firmly gripping the back of his head and pulling him back in for another rough kiss before you can change your mind.
he groans this time, loud and unashamed, the sound rumbling from the back of his throat and slipping out past his parted lips. your hips shift over him again, moving closer to his abdomen, slotting right over hisā
he freezes. you freeze. your lips slow to a stop but neither of you pull away, nor do you open your eyes. you wonder if satoru can feel you throbbing through the layers of fabric separating you two.
his eyebrows furrow for a moment, and he nips at your lower lip a little impatiently.
ādo you want to stoāā
āno.ā
your answer comes quick, firm and resolute. you swallow nervously for a moment, the ache between your legs only growing, and you can now feel the way his own arousal is growing steadily, too. youāre absolutely lightheaded.
he inhales sharply and then presses forward again, now pulling you ever closer above his crotch. your bodies are now completely flush together, lips moving in sync with each other, coaxing another noise to bubble up in satoruās chest. youāre still panting and your hips jerk slightly on their own accord, a moan threatening to break past your lips at the brief friction it gave you.
satoru mumbles something against your lips, pulling back slightly so you could understand him better.
ādo it,ā he murmurs, his forehead leaning against yours while he gazes at you through white lashes. āif it feels good for you, then do it.ā
your own lidded eyes blink at him for a moment, jaw going slack before you nodded your head. carefully, slowly, you rolled your hips forward, rubbing your mound against his growing erection, and almost immediately your eyes roll back into your head at the sheer relief you feel. he feels his own mouth drop open as he watches the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, steadily setting a rhythm over him with the encouragement of his hands on your waist.
āfuck, thatās it,ā he groans, eyes threatening to close from the friction heās finally getting on his cock. āmake yourself feel good, thatās all i wantā¦ fuuuckāā
his words make you whine softly, your face heating up instantly. shyly, you duck your head forward, letting it land in the crook of his neck to hide your face from him. he laments not getting to see your lust-filled eyes anymore, but then his lips brush against the shell of your earlobe to whisper more obscenities in the form of praises while you rock your hips against him. youāre certain youāve soaked all the way through your pants by now.
āshit,ā you panted against his neck, moving faster, gripping his arms tightly when he started to aid your movements with his hands over your hips. āthatā that feels so good.ā
āyeah?ā he breathes, nipping at your ear when you nod against him. his own head finally drops down into your neck and he inhales your scent, feeling himself grow impossibly harder. his hips start to buck up slightly, and the two of you moan in tandem.
heās not sure when it got to this point anymore, the two of you rutting against each other so desperately, not even really making out anymore. youāre both hiding your faces in each others necks but thereās no hiding the sounds youāre both making, soft whines and moans now filling the humid air surrounding you.
satoru feels so hot and heās never been so hard in his life; the way heās straining his jeans is making him feel like heās going to cum at any second. the pressure he feels low in his gut is steadily rising the more he feels and hears you against him, and heās certain this is the fastest buildup to an orgasm that heās had since he was a teenager.
and he can tell youāre getting close too, from the way your hips momentarily stutter over his.
āyou gonna cum, angel?ā he moans, not wanting you to slow the movement of your hips for a second. when you whine and nod hastily he briefly takes over, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises, helping your rock your hips faster over his own. the consistent friction from his clothed cock against your pulsing clit makes your mouth drop open in a silent gasp, your eyes crossing one final time as a particular buck of his hips finally pushes you over the edge.
a small squeak leaves your lips, followed by a sharp gasp as you come undone from the inside out. you gush inside of your pants, unintentionally moaning his name into his neck, and that alone is enough to send satoru tumbling over the edge with you. he cums hard, white briefly flashing over his eyes as he moans deeply into your neck, soiling his boxers with his own cum. he bites down onto your shoulder as you both ride through it, your bodies sweaty underneath your clothes and rubbing against each other with no rhythm whatsoever.
it takes a while before the two of you slow to a stop, panting heavily against each otherās shoulders. neither of you have bothered lifting your heads, too stuck in the post-nut haze that surrounded you both. satoru can feel your body starting to finally relax and go limp over his own, but heās not sure his cock is softening fast enough in his pants for him to relax with you.
(thatās an issue for later, he thinks to himself.)
he swallows thickly, his throat feeling dry from all the sounds he made. āyou, umā ā¦you okay?ā he mumbles, finally lifting his head from your shoulder, gently coaxing you to do the same.
you nodded against him, instead tightening your grip around his arms to stay in place. āyeah, justā¦ just want a few more minutes, like this,ā you mumbled, keeping your face hidden against his shoulder for reasons unknown to him.
he decided not to overthink it too much. his hands moved up to rub your back soothingly now, sighing softly as he leans his head against yours. he almost closes his eyes, oddly content with the way you feel against him like this, but that doesnāt make his cock soften any faster.
he may have to excuse himself to the bathroom after this, all with the intention ofā¦ taking care of his problem. he has enough material now to last him a full decade, heās certain.
but for now, heāll just keep holding you for a little longer, memorizing the way your heart beats against his chest. (he doesnāt think heāll ever get tired of this.)
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ą£ŖĖ Ö“Ö¶Öøš synopsis: yuuji sees a completely different side of gojo-sensei !
contents: tooth rotting fluff w a dash of angst! established relationship (married), second person & told from yuujiās pov. extremely whipped satoru! petnames, suggestive dialogue
summer isnāt over yet! collection, can be read as a stand-alone
yuuji was initially ecstatic about the prospect of living with gojo-sensei. heād imagined lazing around, gorging on sweets and watching cartoons on tv ā maybe a few training sessions squeezed in with gojo-sensei ā ideally it wouldāve been just the two of them.
his fantasies came crashing down when realised gojo-senseiās āhouseā was actually a āhomeā. the walls in the foyer were riddled with picture frames. he felt like he was intruding on gojo-senseiās personal life, but he couldnāt take his eyes off the pictures on the walls.
there was a woman beside gojo-sensei in most of the pictures. she had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. a friend? or a girlfriend? ā nah. according to fushiguro, gojo-sensei got zero play. though she had to mean something to him. it was evident in the way he looked at her.
his cerulean eyes entirely averted the camera lens, instead devoted to committing every inch of her to memory
āthatās my wifeā gojo said softly,āsheās gorgeous isnāt she?ā he laughed wryly as he stared lovingly at the smiling woman in the photo. yuuji nodded slowly, studying his teacher closely.
āis she okay with me hiding out here?ā he asked tentatively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
āahhh about thatā gojo says sheepishly, āi havenāt had the time to mention it to her so youāll have to wait here while i talk to herā he ran a hand through his hair, snowy white tendrils curling around his fingers.
classic gojo-sensei.
āohā yuuji chuckled, the situation was amusing to him. he couldnāt wait to tell fushiguro ā the sour reminder that he couldnāt had his laughter dying in his throat.
gojo-sensei shrugged off his shoes and patted yuujiās shoulder, ādonāt worry sheāll say yes , iāve got her wrapped around my fingerā
yuuji waited patiently in the foyer, amber eyes flickering over the expensive decor and woodsy frames of gojo-senseiās family. he could faintly make out traces of your conversation
"oh? you're home early for once" you smiled, leaning into your husband as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "what's the special occasion 'toru?"
"do i need a reason to want to see my beautiful wife?ā
ānopeā you hummed, āām just surprised to see youā not that you were complaining. satoru was a busy man and you cherished the rare moments you spent alone together
āhow was your day sweets?ā he asked, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroked over knuckles, soft, loving.
āsame oldā you shrugged, āweāve got some big case coming up next week, so i was pretty busy today. had a tonne of paperwork and meetings too"
"my busy bee" he smiles, "i missed you s'much, i hate going on these stupid business trips"
"you'd like them more if i came with you" you said teasingly, poking his rib with your free hand "i ran into kento the other day, you sure i shouldn't come back to jujutsu sorcery too?"
"nuh uh" he shook his head firmly, "stay at your law firm pretty, 'm gonna need someone to defend me when i kill all the higher ups"
"what have they done now?" you sigh exasperatedly, turning the knob on the gas cooker and reducing the heat. the faint clicking sound echoes in the kitchen as the orange-blue flames simmered quietly.
"what haven't they done" he grumbled, leaning against the counter. he gently tugged at his blindfold, lithe fingers unveiling the cerulean eyes that you loved so much. his snowy hair fell softly around his face, a curtain that failed to hide the anger he felt coursing through his veins.
"poor baby" you cooed, hands trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, your fingers smoothed over the frown etched on his face, pushing his lips together in a duck-lipped pout, "wanna tell me about it?"
"y'know yuuji? the new first year that's sukuna's vessel?"
you nod, allowing your hands to fall from his face and rest on the counter. his greedy hands make their way to your waist, rubbing circles on the soft flesh peeking out beneath your untucked dress shirt.
"well they sent the first years on a mission to rescue people from the detention center, after sending me on that stupid mission overseas mind you, and the kid had to fight a special grade curse"
"is he okay?" you ask, hands ghosting over satoru's bigger, veiny ones. he sighs, a look of mild irritation fleeting over his face at the memory. in retrospect, none of that mattered now. he was home.
"yeah he's fine" he shrugs, "sukuna ripped his heart out and he died, but he revived him eventually"
"your definition of fine is questionable satoru" you snicker, and he feels his heart melting at the sound of your laughter. "why'd they send them on that mission anyways?"
"they just want yuuji dead, he was supposed to be executed remember? and they're really scared of sukuna which is crazy 'cause he's kinda weak"
"someone needs to humble you" you say, amusement dripping from your words like honey, "pride comes before fall 'toru"
"you humble me all the time sweets" he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
"i'm just doing the universe a favour" you tease, "what do you want for dinner? rice? noodles? or we could order food from that thai joint you like if you wantā
"i'll eat anything you cook sweets,ā he murmurs, āthough i have something else i wouldnāt mind eatingā
āsatoruā you gasped, āyou just got home and youāre already trying to get between my legsā you smack his shoulder playfully
āiāve missed her tooā he shrugs, āiāve missed all of youā
you shook your head, ācanāt believe i married such a feenā a languid smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you could try all you wanted to resist his charms, but heād always win in the end
"so...about yuuji" satoru starts, testing the waters, "the higher ups really want him gone, i can't keep him at jujutsu tech right now"
"i can see why you wouldn't" you hum, leaning on the tips of your toes to reach for the salt. satoru had a habit of placing the things you needed in places you couldn't reach just so he could have the honour of retrieving them for you
āneed help with that sweets?ā he asks eagerly, pushing himself off the counter and sifting through the wooden shelves. he easily brings the jar of salt down and hands it to you
"you have to stop doing this, itās such an inconvenience" you sighed, but you were grateful nonetheless.āyouāre insufferable i swearā
āām still yoursā he says suavely. satoruās smile is unwavering though it doesnāt quite reach his eyes.
you can tell the thing with yuuji is weighing heavily on his mind. heās more restless than usual. his lithe fingers run up and down the counter as he stares into space
āātoru?ā you prompt, nudging him with your elbow, āi can hear you thinkingā
āi donāt know where to keep himā he exhales, āi would ask shoko, or kento but then iād risk getting them in trouble with the higher upsā
āwhat about the secret room we found in our third year?ā you asked, āyou could keep him there, unless they found out about itā
āi would keep him there.. but i just...don't want him to feel alone," he says softly. you didnāt think it was possible to fall even deeper in love with satoru, but he never failed to surprise you. āhe's just a kid, so iā i want to look out for him.ā
he knows itās a big ask. you can hear the gears turning in his head as he figures out how to possibly convince you to let sukunaās vessel stay in your home.
"can he stay?" he pleads, "can yuuji stay with us please? itās only until the kyoto goodwill event" he's clasping his hands together, imploring you with his infinitely blue eyes. you raise an eyebrow. knowing satoru, yuuji was probably waiting around in the foyer
"he's already here isn't he?" you ask, shaking your head fondly as a guilty look flickers across his face. classic satoru. although you would've loved for him to give you a heads up, you didn't mind a bit. it would be nice to have some company when satoru went on his missions
Ā āi didnāt really have time to plan all the details before bringing him with meā he says, sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his neck, his fingers brushed against the soft strands of his undercut, "are you mad? don't be mad baby"
"no" you laugh, "i'm not mad 'toru, he can stay"
itās the little things like this that make you realise just how much power you have over him. within seconds your husband is whirling you around, hands gripping your waist tightly and pressing chaste kisses on your face as he sets you down
"yuuji she said you can stay" a wide grin blooms across his face as he bounds into the foyer excitedly. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, reduced to the faint resemblance of a child getting their first sleepover approved
you set the jar of salt down on the marbled counter. trailing after your husband. true to your suspicions, yuuji itadori had been standing awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs together in his hoodie pockets and silently taking in the intricacies of your home.
he couldnāt help but feel out of place.
there were pairs of everything ā shoes neatly arranged on the coat rack. umbrellas tucked in a corner in the foyer. coats hung up next to each other on the wall.
the pale blue wallpaper hung row after row of framed photographs. their wooden mahogany panels reflected the warm lights. yuujiās light brown eyes flickered on the pictures in all their glory and glossy sheen.
the ones that caught his eye captured a young fushiguroās trademark scowl, the irritated quirk of his brow and the curled spikes of his hair that defied gravity.
he was standing beside a girl who looked just like him, except she was slightly taller with long bone-straight brown hair. yuujiās eyes lingered on her smile as your beanstalk of a husband shook him excitedly
he wondered what fushiguro would say if he knew heād seen pictures of him as a little kid. ( heād probably summon his shikigami on him )
āreally?ā he beamed, eyes momentarily drawn away from the plethora of frames. you feel your heart melt into a sickly sweet puddle of happiness and warmth, as you watch satoru drape his arm over yuujiās shoulder
āyes reallyā you laugh, āitās nice to finally meet you yuuji, youāre a friend of megumiās right?ā
yuuji nods frantically, his mop of pink curls bouncing enthusiastically . his mannerisms were nervous and eager. he wanted to fit in. he wanted you to like him. you could tell ā he reminded you oddly of your husband ( they were practically the same person in different fonts )
āspeaking of megumi, he doesnāt know yuujiās alive so please donāt let it slip when he calls youā satoru murmurs, taking slow steps towards you.
he knows heās asking for too much now. you practically raised megumi and it would be nearly impossible for you to keep something like this from him. satoru can see the cogs spinning in your head, the subtle anger in your heart and for the first time in years heās afraid.
āweāll talk about this laterā you say through gritted teeth. he pleads silently with his eyes and you swallow your protests, you exhale loudly before turning towards yuuji again ācāmon yuuji, iāve just started on dinnerā
yuuji kicks off his shoes and nudges them neatly beneath the shoe rack before padding after you. satoru isnāt far behind
āit smells really good mrs. gojoā yuuji says politely, as he takes a seat by the kitchen island, legs dangling as he drums on the smooth marbled counter.
āthank you yuujiā you beamed, ādo you prefer rice or noodles?ā
āahh iām not really pickyā he says, āi like all kinds of food really, but i suppose rice? if it isnāt too much of a hassle, i really donāt want to be a bother-ā
āslow down yuujiā you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, āiām really glad to have you here, it gets kinda lonely when ātoruās away on business trips so make yourself at home okay?ā
no wonder gojo-sensei was always happy, his wife was an angel. yuuji thought as he nodded fervently
āi can make the rice babyā satoru offers, his hands make their way around your waist, he doesnāt miss the way you stiffen under his touch. youāre mad at him, and he knows you have every right to be
āthank youā you said, putting as much feeling into the words as you could muster, ācome with me yuuji, iāll show you aroundā
yuuji was positive he was intruding now, standing in the middle of megumiās room while you stripped navy blue pinstripe sheets off his bed and replaced them with canary dressings.
āare you sure i can sleep here?ā he asks, ā i donāt mind taking the couch..ā
you seemed horrified at the idea of yuuji sleeping alone on the couch. he still hadnāt come to terms with the fact that you actually wanted him here. he was so used to being unwanted
growing up with his grandpa was something he wouldnāt trade for the world, yet heād always craved the warmth of a mother. a motherās love was the purest, and there was nothing more blameless than the softness in your (e/c) eyes when you looked at him
āi mind yuujiā you frownedā and i want you to stay in gumiās room, his clothes should fit you since youāre around the same heightā
āthank you again for letting me crash hereā yuuji didnāt think he could say it enough. he didnāt deserve such kindness, not when the king of curses lived rent free in his head
ādonāt mention it yuujiā you said, āi meant what i said downstairs, i could really use the companyā
you ruffled his hair softly before resuming your ministrations of making the bed. you tucked crisp sheets beneath the mattress and fluffed up pillows with ease.
āyouāre a really good mom, why donāt you and gojo-sensei have any kids of your own?ā yuuji only realises the question is slightly insensitive after the words hang in the air and an unreadable look fleets across your face, āiām so sorry that was really rude of me-ā
āyouāre good yuujiā you laugh, you sit down on the freshly laid duvet and pat the space beside you. yuuji hesitates but he sits down eventually
āit just never happened yāknow? we adopted tsu and gumi a few years back, plus toruās always seen his students as his kids, he cares about you guys a lotā
āeven me?ā it doesnāt seem plausible to him. all heās seemed to do is cause problems for gojo-sensei ever since he ate that gross finger
āespecially you yuujiā you smiled, ruffling his hair, āyou remind me of him funny enough, even though i used to hate him back in our school daysā
āreally?ā he gawked, he was practically falling over megumiās bed with anticipation.
āreallyā you affirmed , āhe was a real piece of work back then, i bet heās the reason yaga has so many grey hairsā
āhowād you fall in love with him then?ā yuuji enquires, brown eyes sparkling with immense curiosity āand howād you meet?ā
āare you guys gossiping about me?ā satoru gasps, peeking around the doorway, āhow mean of you yuuji, i thought we were friendsā
āahhh we werenāt gossiping per-say, mrs. gojo was about to tell me how you metā
ācan i tell him?ā satoruās eyes sparkle, āthe way i remember it i walked into the common room and cherry blossoms started falling, classical piano was playing softly in the background and-ā
āthat didnāt happenā you said, āheās finally going senileā you tried and failed to push satoru out the doorway but he stood his ground.
he stood almost toe to toe with you, a pleased grin blooming on his face as he towered over you. yuujiās eyeās flickered between you and your husband, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he stifled giggles
āit did happen!ā satoru insisted, āiām sure shoko has a recording of it somewhere, now as i was saying.. she took one look at me and fell head over heels in loveā
āyouāre deludedā you muttered, āi didnāt love you until our second year, get your facts rightā
āso you did fall head over heels in love with meā he grinned, āso early too? i knew you couldnāt resist my charms ā owww!ā
satoru feigns as you finally manage to shove him out the door after hitting his shoulder. by now, yuuji is a spluttering mess on the soft tatami mats lining megumiās floor
āiāll tell you what really happened one of these daysā you said over your shoulder, āyou can shower and settle in, take as long as you need, weāll wait for you to come downstairs before we start eatingā
your smile falls the moment the door clicks shut behind you. satoru feels his heart shattering. heās so sure heās going to die because his wife is mad at him. the universe might as well combust into nothing but ashes
ābaby-ā satoru starts, catching your wrist in his palm. he grips the bone loosely, careful not to hurt you āām sorry, you know that, but megumi canāt knowā
you trudge down the stairs in silence, opting only to speak when youāre seated beside satoru in the living room. your cat natsu watches you wearily from her cat post, slanted eyes shooting satoru a well meaning glare.
āyou canāt ask me to keep this from himā you said, shaking your head, eyes looking everywhere but your husbandās piercing blue gaze. āyouāre taking things too far nowā
āi knowā his voice is a mere whisper, the words barely speak themself into existence, āiām being selfish again, but youāve gotta understand (y/n)ā
āi canātā you splutter, you feel tears treading your waterline āput yourself in his shoes, cāmon satoru weāve seen him at his worst, why would we do something that could hurt him?ā
āiām not doing this to hurt megumi, iām doing this to protect yuujiā
ājust think about it pleaseā you frowned, āif instead of executing suguru they kept him alive and let us think he was dead, youād never forgive themā
he doesnāt miss the way your voice catches over the three syllables. he doesnāt miss the way your fingers tremble against his forearm. he hates this ā arguing with you, he could think of infinite things heād rather do than this.
āthatās differentā his voice is wavering now, āsuguru made his choice, yuuji didnāt ask for any of thisā he winces as the words fall from his lips. to think heād stooped to speaking ill of the dead. he doesnāt believe that, not really.
āyou still wouldnāt forgive themā you prompted, āand i donāt want āgumi to go through any more, tsumiki being in a coma is hard enough as it isā
āi know baby, i knowā satoru says softly, he cups your trembling face in his hands and places the sweetest of kisses on the tears that threaten to stream down your cheeks, ātrust me on this okay? heāll be fine i promiseā
āokayā you nod, letting your husband, your one and only, wipe away the tears spilling over your lashes.
satoru could really kill the higher ups for putting him in this position. one where he nearly sacrificed his wifeās happiness for something as insignificant as jujutsu sorcery. with his lips still pressed to the corners of yours, he makes a silent vow with himself
it would be you before everything. it was you before everything
āyouāre so beautifulā he whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip āyou. are. everything. to. meā he punctuates each word with a kiss. his lips committing every inch of you to memory
they ghost over your cheek, your quivering lip, your shoulder, your wrist, and finally the silver wedding band encasing your ring finger. and they linger on the cool silver for what seems to be eternity before satoru speaks up again
ādance with me?ā he prompts, although heās not really asking. heās already whisking you onto your feet and starting up the record player. the vinyl spins on its axis, as constant as his infinite love for you.
āwhat?ā you sniffed slightly, ālike we did in our first year?ā
ālike we did in our first yearā
satoruās hands were on your hip, drawing you closer, he felt your chest brush against his for a second as he leaned into you. you swayed gently side to side, keeping in time with the intricate melodies streaming from the gramophone
his six eyes tell him his student is watching, listening. curious doe eyes peeking from the stairwell. he doesnāt mind. satoru had never been one to hide his affection. you were his. and he was infinitely yours.
ācan i tell you a secret?ā satoru murmurs, as he twirls you back into his arms. he wishes he could stay like this forever. with you. heād selfishly sacrifice the universe to keep having moments like this. he would kill for you. heās positive he would. heād do it without hesitation.
āi thought we didnāt have any of thoseā you quipped. satoru feels his heart melting. watching the sadness in your eyes fade into utter bliss was like watching the sun come out after a rainy day. maybe even better.
āitās a good one i promiseā he grins, you raise a brow sceptically but youāre listening āi was the one who fell head over heels in love with you. way back in our first yearā¦and i didnāt even know what love was, i was so confusedā
āwhen did you know?ā you asked, āyou always say you knew the moment you saw me, but you were an asshole thenā
āit was the first time we snuck out togetherā he admits, āwhen we went to that night market. you were right, i was jealous of suguru but could you blame me? i wanted you all to myselfā
āyouāve always been so greedyā you giggled. satoru doesnāt need the six eyes to see that you love him regardless. itās evident in the tenderness of your tone and the way your (e/c) sparkle when you look at him
ācut me some slack babyā he groans āiām trying to be romanticā
āyou donāt need to try, i heard through the grapevine i canāt resist your charmsā you hummed
satoru cracks a smile at the inside joke, a slow symphony of contentment.he kisses you again and itās sweet and full of blind adoration. loving you is his religion. the only thing heās wholly committed to. your hands looped around his neck, carefully avoiding the ever-so-sensitive scar that ran beneath his chin
your hands founds repose in the soft strands of his hair, carefully threading through the ivory curls. satoru could feel himself melting into you, he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his calloused hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.
yuuji peered at the scene with stars in his eyes. he knew he should look away. that this moment was sacred, strictly for the two of you. but heād never seen gojo like this before ā completely vulnerable, completely himself in the confines of your embrace.
here he wasnāt the strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world. here, he wasn't satoru gojo, he wasn't gojo-sensei, he was just 'toru.
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