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dcptcnx · 2 years

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Merry Christmas Nozomi

pairing: Gojo Satoru x Nozomi Ayame

genre: fluff fluff <3

a/n: Merry Christmas Everyone! I love my oc so much, and i ship her so hard with Satoru. @cndyr4np0 please don’t cry at the sweetness that is SatoZomi. 💙🌊

Nozomi was always sensitive to anything that didn’t involve sight; loud noises, strong scents, distinct textures, overwhelming tastes. One thing she had always dreamed of, was to one day see Christmas decorations on full display. And Satoru knew that.

Nozomi has always heard everyone talk about the pretty lights, the big decorations, or simply all the wonderful colors that were dressed everywhere in town for the holiday. She would always sadly smile as she listened to everyone, simply agreeing at their pitiful descriptions.

“Ooh that sounds really beautiful!”

“Yeah? The lights changed colors?!”

Seeing Nozomi upset about being blind, made Satoru feel bad that he had the one thing she wished for; sight. It was Christmas Eve and everyone around was out sight seeing all the lights dressed on businesses, houses, or simply enjoying the night out in the lightly falling snow. She was a bit sensitive to the cold, and Satoru respected her decision to stay indoors and enjoy the warmth they had.

“You don’t have to feel bad, ‘Toru.” Nozomi spoke up, as she sat on the couch, TV acting as soft background noise, staring at it with an empty gaze. “Maybe I was just destined to never see the beauty.”

“That’s not true, love.” He softly spoke, as he made his way to sit next to her, two cups of cocoa in hand. He gently placed her cup into her hands, fingers grazing her own for a while. Once he sat next to her, he placed a soft kiss against her cheek, smiling onto her skin. “You get to see everything in a better way.”

She brings the warm cup to her lips, feeling the steam to determine if the sip will burn her mouth. She takes the risk, and sighs in relief when the chocolate was just warm enough and wouldn’t burn her tongue. “Satoru, this tastes really good. The best I’ve ever had!” Her face beamed with a light pink tint, admiring the smooth taste it had, before tipping the cup once more to drink up.

His heart grew more and more as he watched Nozomi loosen up around him. He did his best to describe things to her that made her feel included in the world. Flowers? He would give her the bouquet so she could feel and sniff the buds and feel loved that he got her such exquisite and exotic flowers. Clothing? He would make sure it had designs that were not printed into the fabric, but instead etched and embroidered. He loved to see his Zomi happy and included and he promised her that he would do anything to make sure she has the best Christmas she’s ever had.

“Zomi, beautiful,” he started, noticing her cup was now empty. He lightly grabbed the cup and placed it onto the coffee table, before setting his next to it. “It’s getting late, let’s head to bed. I have a big surprise for you tomorrow!” He smiled, even though she couldn’t see it, before standing up pulling her along with him.

After a few minutes of preparing for bed, Satoru tucks Nozomi into bed, before gently placing kisses on her cheeks and nose. “I’ll be with you in just a little bit, I need to finish wrapping your gifts.”

“O-Okay…Goodnight ‘Toru.” Nozomi softly yawns, as the cocoa hits her into a sleepy mindset. Satoru is quite shocked to see she had fallen asleep rather quickly, only to keep a smile etched on his face. “Goodnight darling~”

Almost an hour after she falls asleep, Satoru finishes all the wrapping, places the gifts under the tree, and makes his way back to their bedroom, and crawls into the bed, careful not to wake Nozomi up. Gently engulfing her body into his arms, he sweetly kisses her temple, before drifting off into sleep himself.

The next morning, Satoru woke pretty early, still surprised to see she was still fast asleep but facing the opposite direction. Smiling to himself, he carefully slides out of bed, placing a quick kiss on her cheek, before quietly walking to the kitchen to begin what he had planned.

He began to make more of his cocoa that Nozomi enjoyed very much, reminiscing on the look she had after the first drop touched her pretty mouth. Next, he grabbed multiple ingredients and began to prepare a hearty breakfast that was easy yet tasteful; eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He looked at the tree and his heart swelled at the sight of all the gifts that were mainly for her, but one particular gift bag caught his eye. It was pushed into the back behind all the gifts, tissue paper messily placed inside, like maybe Zomi tried her best to hide the contents.

“She didn’t have to get me anything…” He shook his head, before continuing to finish making breakfast. Finishing the food, he hears light shuffling down the hall, before making their presence known. “G-Good morning, ‘Toru.” a soft yawn escapes Nozomi’s mouth before she sticks her hand out to make her way towards his location. “Ah, baby, let me…” He places the spatula down, before briskly appearing at her side, guiding her towards the table to seat her properly.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart. D’ya sleep well?” he asked, walking away to grab her plate of food and her specially made cocoa, and making his way back to place it in front of her. She nodded her head, another yawn shaking her body, before jolting up as she began to sniff at the scents.

“T-This smells…delightful. You made this for me?” she softly asked, using a hand to find the silverware to begin digging in.

“I did. I wanted to do something special for you this holiday. You deserve it.” He grabbed his own plate and cup, and made his way back to sit next to her at the table. “You looked so peaceful when you were asleep, I didn’t want to bug you.”

The sincerity that she heard from his voice almost made Nozomi’s tear up. She loved him so much, regardless of any situation they may have faced. After a couple bites of the fluffy pancakes, she reached for her mug to take a sip, only to sit straight up, face dusting with the same pink tint she dressed just last night.

“S-Satoru! You made…”

“The best you’ve ever had. I wanted to see you so happy again. Because your smile is such a blessing to see in my life.” He kept his eyes on her profile, admiring her beauty as he does so every moment he gets. He didn’t know how lucky he was to be able to spend his days with her. The rest of the meal went smoothly, occasional compliments about the cooking here and there, the sounds of the sips of the cocoa heard. And after a few moments, Satoru speaks up, gently grabbing her hands in the process.

“Let’s open gifts! I’ll help you okay?” He spoke so gently, easing her up from the table, careful not to bump her into anything afraid she may break like porcelain. He seats her on the couch, before grabbing the first gift. The wrapping was specially made for Nozomi to feel. All of it was. The paper was engraved with braille that said, “To Zomi, my beloved.” and the moment her fingers glided across the message, she let out a gasp, before turning her empty gaze in the direction he was sitting.

“Toru…you…” Her voice wavered, fingers gliding across the braille so many times to make sure it’s what she was reading. Feeling the phrase, “To Zomi, my beloved.” made her heart cry out of love and admiration.

“They all say the same thing, Zomi. Every wrapped gift for you, all say the same thing. Because you deserve to feel included on holidays. You deserve it all.” He whispered, himself trying hard not to cry at her reaction. She carefully tore into the paper, making sure to keep the message intact. Once the paper was removed, her hands began to feel a cloth. A silky smooth cloth. Finding the straps, she lifted the garment out, using one hand to hold the strings, while the other felt the fabric in full.

“You mentioned wanting a new night gown that was soft, so I wanted to get you one. It’s black in color, but I thought you’d enjoy the feeling of the fabric.” Satoru gently rubbed her leg, as he stayed seated next to the base of the tree, ready to hand the next gift off to her.

Minutes pass, she reads the same message engraved on every gift, tearing up every time she reads it. Now was the time for her final gift. As before, she carefully tore the paper off, making sure to not damage the message. Once all of the paper was discarded, the box sat on her lap. Feeling around, she found the flaps before opening them up to dip her hands inside.

“Satoru…” she spoke out, once her hand was inside the box, she felt a small velvety box sitting inside. “This feels smooth…what is this…?”

“Before I tell you, I noticed a bag under the tree. Did you get me a gift?” He carefully removes the object she felt, before reaching under the tree for the gift in question.

“I-I did…Though it may be way less than all the things you got me…I-I couldn’t think of anything good…” Nozomi awkwardly shifted on the coach, slowly sinking once the seat beside her began to dip as he sat next to her. Her hand found its way onto his thigh, softly caressing his skin as he quietly opened the gift, not wanting to make too much noise for her fragile ears.

“Zomi…” he lowly gasps, as he pulls out a case that housed glasses. When he opened the case, he saw sunglasses that looked identical to the ones he wore in high school. “You got me new glasses?”

“Y-Yeah…you mentioned wishing you had kept yours because it felt better than the fabric blindfold…” Her hand softly tightens around his thigh, cheeks heating up over slight nervousness, hoping he enjoyed the gift. He grabs the pair and gently slides them onto his face, eyes only widening as he is reminded of his high school days, when he wore these everywhere, when he first met Nozomi.

“Baby…Thank you so much…you really didn’t have to get these…” He places the glasses back into the case, before closing it and setting it aside. He grabs the small velvet box from earlier, and quickly slides off the couch to sit on the group at her feet. He grabs her left hand, caressing her hand, placing soft kisses against her fingers.

“Zomi, you mean the world to me, and without you, I’d probably be nothing compared to what I am now. You taught me patience, and how to calm down when I never would have done so before.” His fingers continued to play with hers, rubbing her knuckles as he held her hand. “You’re very beautiful Zomi. So very beautiful. And I think you’d look more beautiful as my wife.”

He lets go of her hand, to open the small box he had, removing the ring that sat inside, before sliding it onto her ring finger. The cold metal touching Nozomi’s skin made her gasp, before bringing her right hand up to touch the new object. Tears pricked her eyes as she felt every detail on the ring; the shape of which the stones lay, the size of every stone.

“Zomi, I love you so much, and I promise to make you happy for the rest of your life. Because you deserve it.” Satoru stood up, hands finding hers, before leaning in and capturing her lips against his.

“You always deserve to be happy.”

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dcptcnx · 2 years

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Paint Me

pairing: Satoru Gojo x Nozomi Ayame (jjk oc)

genre: suggestive fluff (SENSATION PLAY) read it own risk <3

wc: 729

a/n: this made my mind go crazy. Gojo and sensation play? Yea I see it. I’m actually feeling so needy for this tbH

Nozomi has touched all her life. It’s how she sees. She’s felt many soft things, hard things, dry, wet. Days when she’s feeling needy and wanting to touch, her hands explore her body, slowly dipping lower and lower until her fingers find her dripping core. The sticky residue she feels excites her more as she begins to touch herself. The pressure she applies on her swollen clit brings her to tears as she cries in pleasure of how good touch can be.

And there are days where his hands explore her body. With no effort, he riles her up, making her feel so needy for only him and she can’t seem to shake out of it.

“Satoru…” she whispers out, his hands holding her, rubbing circles on her knuckles, as he pulls her closer to his body. Her arms brush against his body, feeling him not wearing a shirt, her face blushing at the thought of what he may look like. She desperately wants to touch him, to feel every line etched on his body, to draw a mental image for herself.

“Relax, Zomi. You’ll be fine.” Gojo whispers, his head next to her ear, as his hands move up her arms, gently caressing the skin that was glowing under the dim light of his room. He takes one of his hands, and moves one of hers to rest against his collarbone, only to softly smirk when he feels her hand flex against him, feeling the bone that stood out when he would stand a certain way. “That’a girl…use your hands.” He’d whispered once more, bringing his hands back against her arms, continuing to rub them all over.

Nozomi’s senses were starting to become overwhelming from all the touching but she didn’t care. She began to trace over his collarbone, slowly dragging her fingers lower. She mentally took note of every inch she was feeling, only to stop just above one of his pecs, and bring her hand back up to find his neck.

“You’re driving me crazy…” she nervously whispers, moving a few inches closer to his body, wanting to use her sense of smell to gather his scent and implant it into her mind. His cologne filtered through her nose, creating a memory of associating his smell to his features. “You smell really good, ‘Toru…” she continued to whispered, hand softly caressing the base of his neck, moving it across his collarbone once more.

A soft chuckle erupted from his chest, the vibration making her hand stop in place. Gojo brought his hands up more, before going over her shoulders, removing her jacket, revealing her tank top she wore when at home. Slowly and gently, he pulled her flush against him, his hands running down her sides, stopping just above her hips.

“You can keep going, babe…” he whispered into her ear once more, lifting up her tank top a tad so his hands can rest flush against her skin. “Paint yourself an image. It’s what you wanted, yes?” He was very patient with her in everything she did. He could be antsy to make her his, but he wanted to make things right with Nozomi. Wanted to be perfect for her. He felt her nod her head, before resuming her motions of exploring his body.

He dipped his head into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her skin, all while praising her for everything he adored about her. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Zomi.” he brought his kisses up towards her jaw, before closing in towards her lips. He took one of his hands off her hip, bringing it up to her face. Hand gently holding her jaw, thumb softly tracing her lips that were moist from her continuous licking she did when she would be nervous.

“No need to be so nervous, Zomi…I’m right here.” He leaned down closer to her face, lips brushing against hers so lightly. She felt every movement of his lips at each word he spoke to her. “I love you” he spoke on her lips, before closing the gap, removing his hand off her face, replacing it back on his hip.

Nozomi always fell hard for Gojo each day he spoke and hung out with her. Never would she have thought she would be here, painting an image for her mind, of how he looked to her.

“I-I love you…Satoru…”

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