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#jujutsu kaisen #satosugu

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Doing heavy review in the library late into the night. I am so ready for finals week

#friend and I giggled and doodled Gojo over and over #I need all these exams and projects to go whoosh

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teeth and ambitions are bared… also chest

#Sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #ambition looks really good 👀

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he/they, bisexual etc etc

#geto suguru #jjk #satosugu #HIM!!

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he’s a little-

#i think itd be neat if he was turned on by his stomach scar #<<<<<< YEAH #gojo satoru #jjk fanart #this is gonna simmer in my mind until it melts into the wrinkles of my brain

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men in suits are my weakness

#jujutsu kaisen

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Omg you're such a great writer ilysm 😭😭😭

Omg omg!! I'm getting flustered!! That means a lot!!

🤞😳 ily too

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OF U DO DRUNK GOJO PT 2 CAN U TAG ME PLS😭🙏

AHHHH sorry I don't really do tag lists but I'm happy you liked the little story!!

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Six eyes brat 💎👅💎

#jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk #gojo satoru

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A snippet

I have a Gojo + Nanami idea that's been turning in my head for months. Basically, you and Gojo are high school sweethearts who got married and blah blah, Nanami ends up being your little third member.

Idk when I'll get around to writing this thing (not for a whileeee, yayyyy finals!) but it would be a crime to not share with fellow Nanami + Gojo enjoyers LOLL

Warning: p in v sex, oral (m! receiving) + written in a brainstorm phase so the writing is ugly and veryyy unedited LOL

Nanami, who had the biggest crush on you in high school, but you were always Gojo's girl. So, when you two come onto him and invite him to be your third, he can't say no. Not when the woman of his dreams looks at him with doe eyes and a small pout that always gets you what you want.

Nanami, who holds eye contact with you when you ride Gojo. His eyes drift down, watching your little cunt swallow Gojo's long cock. Hypnotized by the way your hips grind and gyrate. Gojo's hands hold you steady, but he slips one hand further to rub your clit. You moan and lurch forward, holding onto Gojo's thighs for purchase.

"Kiss me, Kento," you whine. 

Nanami can't move. His dick strains against the seams of his trousers. He's hot and bothered, wants to feel your cunt himself. Apart from your whines and Gojo's breathy laughs and praises, there's the sticky, obscene clapping of skin to skin. Nanami looks up when you stretch out a hand.

You beg for him, "Kento."

He swallows thickly. When he comes near, you grab him by the tie and wrench him into you. He stumbles, and you lose balance, but your free hand lands on his stomach. You kiss him passionately, raking your nails down his shirt. You cup him over his pants and his voice catches in your mouth. You struggle to unbuckle his pants with one hand. He has enough sense to reach down and do it himself. The second the zipper is down, your hand is in his briefs to fondle him. He gets weak in the knees, leaning into you.

Gojo reaches from behind and takes your hand out of Nanami's briefs. The blond barely holds his stream of conscience to register the fat wad of saliva Gojo spits onto your palm. Your hand is back on his dick in no time, stroking him while your thumb swipes over the tip. Nanami groans and you bite his lip, pumping him like its your job. His eyes close. There's something so magical about your touch.

Gojo must have made you come, from the way you spasm and writhe and moan into Nanami's mouth. You squeeze his dick particularly hard and Nanami hisses in pain. You break the kiss to push Nanami back a little. Then you bend and bring his dick to your mouth. You lick the tip. He groans.

+ Plus another hastily written scene bc why not +

"Shit."

Gojo has to lower his blindfold to see his phone more clearly. He's watching you bounce on Nanami's dick. All while he's in the middle of the mountains to exercise a curse. His mouth practically waters seeing the sweaty sheen on your body. He'd give anything to be there and lick your skin, to suck on a perky nipple.

He can't abandon his duties, though. Resigning to a smile, he mindlessly palms himself. The curse is headed his way anyway. "Nanami, you taking good care of my woman?"

"He feels so good!" You gush into the speaker.

You set the phone up precariously on the nightstand so Gojo could have a clear view of you riding Nanami. He sees where your hands settle on Nanami's shoulders for balance, while you ride Nanami to the point the man drapes an arm over his eyes. He's perfectly overstimulated, keeping you company in the absence of your husband.

Your pleasure is still not enough. "I miss you!" You whine.

Gojo chuckles and admonishes Nanami. "Slacker! Sit up and show my wife a good time."

Nanami grumbles but he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist. You switch from bouncing, to full grinding, rolling your hips down into him. He embraces you tightly, perky breasts flush against his sweaty chest. His hair sticks to his face, Gojo sees. In such a state of disarray, from the constant pulling you've done no doubt.

Gojo hears the curse. He glances up, just long enough to raise his hand to the thing and exorcise it. But it's a damn shame. He hears you squeal in delight, and looks down to see Nanami has flipped you onto your back. He missed that part.

Nanami grabs you by the back of your thighs and pulls you into him. You giggle and drape your arms above your head into the pillows, looking like an absolute angel. Gojo wets his lips, seeing the bruising grip Nanami has on your legs. He holds them achingly far apart, and pistons his hips into you. You arch your back and moan. You're writhing now, feeling him deep in you.

You cry out for Kento. You cry out for Gojo. You're in such a state of bliss.

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#oh cool this one won't show up in the tags either #no that's cool #thanks tumbles #sigh #edit: omg i see it now

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A snippet

I have a Gojo + Nanami idea that's been turning in my head for months. Basically, you and Gojo are high school sweethearts who got married and blah blah, Nanami ends up being your little third member.

Idk when I'll get around to writing this thing (not for a whileeee, yayyyy finals!) but it would be a crime to not share with fellow Nanami + Gojo enjoyers LOLL

Warning: p in v sex, oral (m! receiving) + written in a brainstorm phase so the writing is ugly and veryyy unedited LOL

Nanami, who had the biggest crush on you in high school, but you were always Gojo's girl. So, when you two come onto him and invite him to be your third, he can't say no. Not when the woman of his dreams looks at him with doe eyes and a small pout that always gets you what you want.

Nanami, who holds eye contact with you when you ride Gojo. His eyes drift down, watching your little cunt swallow Gojo's long cock. Hypnotized by the way your hips grind and gyrate. Gojo's hands hold you steady, but he slips one hand further to rub your clit. You moan and lurch forward, holding onto Gojo's thighs for purchase.

"Kiss me, Kento," you whine. 

Nanami can't move. His dick strains against the seams of his trousers. He's hot and bothered, wants to feel your cunt himself. Apart from your whines and Gojo's breathy laughs and praises, there's the sticky, obscene clapping of skin to skin. Nanami looks up when you stretch out a hand.

You beg for him, "Kento."

He swallows thickly. When he comes near, you grab him by the tie and wrench him into you. He stumbles, and you lose balance, but your free hand lands on his stomach. You kiss him passionately, raking your nails down his shirt. You cup him over his pants and his voice catches in your mouth. You struggle to unbuckle his pants with one hand. He has enough sense to reach down and do it himself. The second the zipper is down, your hand is in his briefs to fondle him. He gets weak in the knees, leaning into you.

Gojo reaches from behind and takes your hand out of Nanami's briefs. The blond barely holds his stream of conscience to register the fat wad of saliva Gojo spits onto your palm. Your hand is back on his dick in no time, stroking him while your thumb swipes over the tip. Nanami groans and you bite his lip, pumping him like its your job. His eyes close. There's something so magical about your touch.

Gojo must have made you come, from the way you spasm and writhe and moan into Nanami's mouth. You squeeze his dick particularly hard and Nanami hisses in pain. You break the kiss to push Nanami back a little. Then you bend and bring his dick to your mouth. You lick the tip. He groans.

+ Plus another hastily written scene bc why not +

"Shit."

Gojo has to lower his blindfold to see his phone more clearly. He's watching you bounce on Nanami's dick. All while he's in the middle of the mountains to exercise a curse. His mouth practically waters seeing the sweaty sheen on your body. He'd give anything to be there and lick your skin, to suck on a perky nipple.

He can't abandon his duties, though. Resigning to a smile, he mindlessly palms himself. The curse is headed his way anyway. "Nanami, you taking good care of my woman?"

"He feels so good!" You gush into the speaker.

You set the phone up precariously on the nightstand so Gojo could have a clear view of you riding Nanami. He sees where your hands settle on Nanami's shoulders for balance, while you ride Nanami to the point the man drapes an arm over his eyes. He's perfectly overstimulated, keeping you company in the absence of your husband.

Your pleasure is still not enough. "I miss you!" You whine.

Gojo chuckles and admonishes Nanami. "Slacker! Sit up and show my wife a good time."

Nanami grumbles but he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist. You switch from bouncing, to full grinding, rolling your hips down into him. He embraces you tightly, perky breasts flush against his sweaty chest. His hair sticks to his face, Gojo sees. In such a state of disarray, from the constant pulling you've done no doubt.

Gojo hears the curse. He glances up, just long enough to raise his hand to the thing and exorcise it. But it's a damn shame. He hears you squeal in delight, and looks down to see Nanami has flipped you onto your back. He missed that part.

Nanami grabs you by the back of your thighs and pulls you into him. You giggle and drape your arms above your head into the pillows, looking like an absolute angel. Gojo wets his lips, seeing the bruising grip Nanami has on your legs. He holds them achingly far apart, and pistons his hips into you. You arch your back and moan. You're writhing now, feeling him deep in you.

You cry out for Kento. You cry out for Gojo. You're in such a state of bliss.

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#gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #gojo smut #nanami smut #jjk smut #<3 thinking about Nanami dealing w two sex fiends #wait did I cuck Gojo???? #he just wants his wife to be happy and satisfied <3

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Heyhye! I loved what you wrote, I followed you too!! Can I get a part two on Gojo being drunk, my heart literally combusted from how heartbroken I was.

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU!!!! If I ever get the inspiration I probably will revisit it! I can already imagine the relationship dynamic shifting the next day.

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OMG POOKIE I LOVE YOU 😍😍😍

You make my pekpek hard

#tehe

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OMG POOKIE I LOVE YOU 😍😍😍

You make my pekpek hard

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Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

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You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried. 

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

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#Is this post hidden from the tags? #right that's cool #no it's soooo cool #idk what i did wrong #this will fix itself no problem #ugly crying in the corner #tumblr you're not making my comeback easy

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Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

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You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried. 

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

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#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #omg why isn't this post showing up in the tagssss

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Welcome!

This is my side blog, where I'm just gonna dump my anime fanfic to keep things organized.

My main blog is defaulttwig. Check it out if you're interested.