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True Love vs Infatuation | Gojo x Reader

Summary: Gojo loves nothing more than spending time with you, even if it only consists of doing the most mundane of things. It wasn't until today, you realized just how much Gojo Satoru loves you.

Pairing: High School Gojo x YN

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: Imma be so honest idk wtf this is but I wrote it a hellaaa long time ago. So bc JJK s2 is out I thought why not post this drabble I wrote a long ass time ago. I also genuinely think this prolly isn't how canon Gojo would act but bruh I tried!! Anyways enjoy

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Incandescent fireflies painted the dark sky with small flakes of light, creating an enriched serene atmosphere for reading. 

So there you sat cross-legged, outside your balcony, fully engrossed by the book you were reading. 

You slowly became hypnotised by the words allocated within the pages of the novel you were reading.

As your eyes further loomed through the pages and comprehended the context, your eyebrows furrowed in irritation and cuss words occasionally left your lips. 

Lost and captivated by the words decorating the interior pages of the book, you paid no mind to the snoring boy who laid down on your lap. 

You continued reading the story. Book in your dominant hand; whereas, the other one gently massaged the scalp of the teenage boy on your lap. 

Page after page began to turn, and soon enough you’ve reached the final page… to say you were disappointed was an understatement. 

Angered at the ending, you immediately slammed the book down on a coffee table and debated on whether or not you should ignite it on fire for illustrating such a realistic yet heartbreaking ending. 

Your sudden outburst lured the teenage boy out of his sleep, and he groaned, carelessly rubbing his eyes during his tired state. 

“Did one of your favourite manga boys die again?” he asked, now fully sitting up and stretching his arms. 

“You’re not entirely wrong,” you aggravatedly muttered. 

“Then tell me what’s aggravating your pretty self and giving you wrinkles,” he stated and you didn’t even bother showing your irritation to the latter comment. 

You took a deep breath, turned your head and he watched as your eyes became livid as you recited the vast difference of each character’s milieu and how their fate perfectly intertwined with one another. 

Your hands doing all sorts of motions, in an attempt to exemplify your extreme dislike and sadness of the poetic story you read. 

A story involving two individuals who unconsciously were ameliorating each other’s lives.

“It’s infuriating Satoru!! Did these two airheads even love each other?? It hasn’t even been like 24 hours and the girl is already marrying the man who was bawling his eyes over another girl- love of my life my ass,”

Satoru listened to your outburst intently, smiling at the sounds of your melodic voice. 

You let out a small huff of frustration, before finally ending your rant and the tears suddenly cascaded down your pale skin, “That being said, the author is able to write damn well.” 

Satoru only laughed quietly, wiping away your stray tears with his right hand, “I thought you hated sad romantic books? Why would you willingly choose to read Shakespere? At least watch the movie instead,” he replied and began playing with your hair. 

His reply caught you off guard and you tilted your head in confusion, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“You know what book I’m talking about?” you asked incredulously.  

“Yes… why do you look so shocked?” he asked, continuing to brush the threads of your h/l h/c hair, “It’s Romeo and Juliet, how could I not know? I swear Shoto was straight up fangirling about the movie actor-Da Vinci!!” 

“Da Vinci?” you replied, flicking his forehead and trying to hide your growing amusement, causing the man to pout his lips, “How the hell would a painter act? A dead painter at that.”

“No- no Leonardo Da Vinci the actor-”

It took every fibre in you to not burst out laughing at the moron in front of you, “My love, listen to me carefully- it's Di Caprio. Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa.” 

The man in front of you scoffed at your reply. 

“Da Vinci. Di Caprio, who cares. They’re both Leo’s involved in the art industry of the world. You must admit though, neither of them compare to me!” he said proudly. 

“I don’t know…. Leonardo Di Caprio does seem to have a lot of fangirls right now…. I mean have you seen him in Romeo and Juliet? Or better yet, Titanic?”

The man only poked the interior of his cheek with his tongue, scowling at you as you laughed. 

“The real question is though- did you read the book?”

“Yes,” he let out, not missing a beat. 

“The Satoru Gojo reads? The world must be ending,” you teased, clasping one of his hands and using your other hand to caress his cheek. 

Satoru didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned into your hand and softly smiled. 

His eyes soon twinkled into amusement, as an idea struck him. 

Noticing the change of his behaviour, you lifted an eyebrow to display your confusion. Satoru remained silent and instead flipped you over, so that your back was pressed against the couch. 

He smirked, straddling your hips and began tickling your sides. 

Squirming under his touch, you burst into fits of laughter, “T-toru…. S-stop….” you tried to breathe out, “Gojo- p-please hahahaha.”

Your pleas only encouraged him to tickle you faster, and you soon began to kick your feet, thrashing beneath the man as if your strength could overpower his. 

“Say Gojo Satoru is the strongest person in the world,” he smiled, continuing his attack. 

“I’d rather die,” you said in between heaps of laughter.

The man poked the interior of his cheek before smirking at you, a playful smile adorning his face as he continued with his attack. 

“Being tickled to death. Hm that seems new, I’ll discard your body so don’t worry, suit yourself,” he replied and grazed his fingers at your newly exposed skin, since your shirt slowly began to ride up above your navel. 

“Ok ok… Gojo… is the… strongest person….” 

“Go on, continue,” he encouraged. 

Despite the laughter escaping your lips, forcing your eyes shut, you already sensed the cockiness behind his words and you immediately laughed harder when you thought of something that would catch him off guard. 

“Gojo- i-is… the… strongest….” you stuttered out. 

“Altogether, now, state the full name,” he stated. Although, it seemed more like a command than a request. 

“OK!! Gojo Y/n is the strongest person in the world,” you spurred out in one quick breath. 

Impressed with the turn of events and his lack of words, you could not help but smirk- considering you made this cocky guy lose his demeanour. 

His tickling immediately ceased, his irises resembling a deer caught in the headlights, and his mouth slowly falling open. 

Gojo was in disbelief, as he tried to ensure his hearing wasn’t deteriorating and the words that escaped your mouth not too long ago were not a part of his mere illusive imagination.

Before he could recover and say some snide snarky remark, you grabbed Satoru’s shirt, pulling him down with you against the cushions of the couch you resided on. 

The action took him by surprise, but he didn't refuse and instead grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, with his arms eventually caging you beneath him. 

He licked your bottom lip, and you found yourself parting your mouth slightly, both your tongues intertwining with one another. 

Caressing your cheek, he then began to angle your head more towards the left, and did not hesitate to bite your bottom lip shortly after. 

You hissed at the new sensation, and Gojo immediately attempted to alleviate the now burning sensation on your lips by running his lips over the new forming bruise. 

You were the first to pull back to breathe. As the both of you attempted to even out your breathing, one of your hands caressed his dusted pink cheeks, while the other one removed his sunglasses, revealing those piercing icy blue eyes you fell in love with. 

He looked at you with such love and adoration that you could not help but feel butterflies swarming around your stomach. 

Your e/c eyes looked up at his illuminating bright blue ones and you smiled, “I’m the strongest person in the world, Toru.”

“That you are,” he replied, kissing your nose. 

“You’re not even going to rebuttal and be the cocky bastard you usually are?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re the strongest… The strongest doesn’t necessarily mean having the most power. It’s your character. Plus you got me… not just anyone could make me fall in love with them. You have my tall ass whipped around your finger.” 

You stared at your boyfriend, in awe and bursted out laughing. “We’re both strong. How about that?” 

“Mhm. We’re the top two strongest special grade sorcerers to exist, and for the next century to come” he muttered and buried himself into your neck, as he was now fully lying down on you. 

You laughed at his reply, “Your best friend might not like that statement so much,” 

“... I mean you’re also my best friend and technically you’re stronger than him, not by a longshot but still stronger nonetheless… and I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he mumbled and kissed your neck. 

You quietly hummed in reply, and began to softly hymn the songs of a soft lullaby.

Satoru was still lying on top of you, and as the melody escaped your lips, your fingers threaded his soft white hair. 

Gojo Satoru was at peace. This cocky bastard was like putty in your hands, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

To others his exterior forecasted a childish, arrogant and conceited individual. One who would blatantly show his dislike to those who he did not give an ounce of care for. 

And to the shaman and other sorcerers who only knew his name, he was a force to be reckoned with and feared. 

But to you, he was only Gojo Satoru. 

“Y/n?” he called out softly. 

“Yeah?” 

“You know, I love you, right?” his face may have been hiding in your neck, but you could feel him smiling. 

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden comment, but even you couldn’t stop the smile threatening to form, “I know. And I love you too, forever and always,” 

“You didn’t lie though earlier,” he randomly stated, “One day, your new name will become Gojo Y/n.”

“Satoru…” you whispered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“One day, I’ll marry you… and when we’re older you'll become the mother of our children.”

“One day Satoru, one day,” you replied, kissing his temple. “By the way, since when did you even read- romance books?” 

You felt his breathing hitch and he slowly pried himself off of you, aimlessly scratching the back of his head. 

“Uhm… like two years ago?” 

“Why though?”

“About two years ago,  there was a new transfer student. I noticed she was eloquently spoken, especially in English-”

“Eloquently spoken??” You asked, trying to suppress your laughter. 

“Shut up and let me finish,”

You covered your mouth and smiled. 

“Anyways, I was coming back from a mission and stuffing my face with an assortment of sweets. Then I heard you and Shoko talking about romance novels, and how you liked guys that read… so the first book I picked up was some corny romance manga and then I read Romeo and Juliet. Shitty book that I barely understood but happy ending I guess.” 

“So you only started reading because you overheard me talk about it?” you pinched his cheeks, “Aw, first year Gojo Satoru was so whipped and in love, how sweet” 

Satoru only rolled his eyes at your statement, and you bursted out laughing as you remembered his attempts to woo you back in your first year. 

“I thought you barely had any hobbies?” you asked. 

“I don’t. Because I’m good at everything.” 

“Yet you still chose to pick up reading of all things?” you slightly laughed. 

“I would pick up any hobby if you asked me to, honestly.”

“No offence, but if that is where you got your romance from you did a shitty job, love.” you giggled. 

“Ouch,” he replied,  “But hey it went pretty well, you’re mine now anyways.” 

 “That you are,” You replied, kissing his nose. “So if you read the book and I assume you also watched the movie, do you understand my pain?” 

“100% Romeo is an airhead. He was probably just horny and infatuated with the first female he saw,” he bluntly stated and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, Satoru joining in on your laughter. 

As your laughs began to die down he continued, “On a serious note though… Whether or not it was love, their actions prove that they did love each other. I guess love really does make you blind, their suicide only proved that.”

“Tragic ending?” 

“Not really… in a way, I believe it’s a happy ending- that is, assuming those two airheads were actually in love with each other.”

“Did you not hear me muttering cuss words when reading and slamming the book? If you asked me, that book was nothing but aggravating and sad.” 

“Sad as their death was, it was a happy ending. They claimed to have met their soulmate and the love of their life before they died. Not everyone gets that luxury you know?” 

You looked at your boyfriend with both amazement and confusion, “Since when were you so wise?” 

“I don’t even know, love. But I’m not wrong…. Our story would be much happier though, because neither of us are gonna die.”

“You spoke nothing but the truth,” you quietly replied and the two of you began leaning into each other once again. 

“Who knew Satoru could be such a wise lil baby,” said a voice, laughing. 

The two of you immediately pulled away, and looked up to see no one other than Geto Suguru, the poor third wheeler of your relationship. 

“Suguru… how long have you been there for?” you asked. 

“Enough to know that this man loves you way too much… to the point where he knows his feelings for you aren’t infatuation but solid feelings.” 

While you were a blushing mess, Gojo only smiled and smacked his best friend on his back, “Okay enough chit chat, why don’t we all get something to eat, yeah? I suggest-” 

“Steak. We’re eating steak tonight at that new restaurant. You both are paying. It’s the least you could do for making me witness such crap.” 

“You’re just mad because you’re single, bro”

“Ain’t that the truth,” you agreed. 

“Shut the actual fuck, both of you lovebirds.”

The three of you then laughed and made your way to the restaurant of Suguru’s choice.

A/n: So any thoughts? I hope you all liked it <3 Ngl, this does have another part to it, but idk if I'll ever post it tbh. Follow me on my ao3 account I have other ffs there too @idekmxre

SMAU- AUTOMATED MESSAGE !

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

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characters ; megumi fushiguro.

synopsis ; watching movies with megumi fushiguro.

genre ; fluff, angst (a little bit).

word count ; 1.09k.

screams and shouts could be heard from the television in front of you, currently playing a very worldwide popular horror movie. 

megumi—laying there with his hair all disheveled and messy—was unfazed by this movie, watching it with a straight face like it wasn't terrifying at all. you, on the other hand, were hiding under the shared blanket that occupied you both. 

you shivered and trembled under the protection of the comfortable material. but, that just wasn't enough. you could still hear the chuckling of the so-called murderer and the screams of the so-called victims. you were definitely going to have nightmares tonight. 

megumi peeked under the blanket, which you were hiding under. he glanced at your shaking figure, your eyes clenched shut, and your hands holding the blanket ferociously tight; signaling unwanted entry. both of your boyfriend's hands snuck under the blanket, coming closer and closer to your face. they rested on your ears tightly as you put additional pressure onto the only thing that would muffle out the horrendous sounds that were escaping from the television. 

once the scene was over, megumi lightly released the pressure on his hands against your ears, letting them fall between the both of you. resting his hands on your back, he asked, "would you like me to turn it off?" you shook your head. no matter how scary it was, this was the only time that you and megumi could spend some quality time together. 

the other times that you wanted to spend time with your beloved boyfriend were unavailable. he would always take part in dangerous activities that would always end up with him damaged and hurt. 

you didn't want him to do it anymore. you didn't want him to get hurt anymore. you didn't want him to become a sorcerer. but he insisted, for it was the only thing that he could do. 

you accepted his opinion, therefore, he never stopped being a jujutsu sorcerer. 

"are you sure?" the question clapped you out of your thoughts, looking up to megumi with your post-scared eyes. you nodded, "y-yes, i'm sure gumi." he smiled at the nickname, but, at the same time, was worried about your well-being. 

"you sure?" he warned, "once another scene like that comes on i'm not helping you." you scoffed, "megumi, i'm not five." he shrugged and resumed the movie. there was a lot of gore, blood, and a lot of stuff you thought was uncomfortable. but, you wanted to spend time with megumi. you had to do whatever you had to do. 

your shaking began to start again. megumi was too focused on the movie to pay attention to your terror-filled expression. 

chainsaws were going left and right and a large pile of blood filled the screen. you were about to throw up, but you couldn't tell megumi. you were too terrified to even open your mouth—partly scared that you would throw up on him. 

his blank expression averted from the television as he looked down at you. "y/n? are you okay?" he asked in a questionable, but worried, tone. you shook your head. he paused the movie and took you into his grasp, rubbing the small of your back into tight, gentle circles with one hand and resting another hand on the back of your head. 

"you should've told me to turn it off sooner," he said, pressing gentle reassuring kisses on your temple. "i just wanted to spend time with you gumi," you sobbed in his neck, all the fears you had previously coming down like a waterfall. he sighed, "i want to spend time with you too. but, you shouldn't pressure yourself over things you don't want to do." you wiped your tears off with your sleeve, "i just wanted to make you happy. you liked that movie so we watched it together. i just wanted to spend some time with you." you looked at him with teary eyes making megumi go soft. 

he hugged you tightly. tight enough that you wouldn't be able to fade away from him. he didn't want you to become a fading memory—most importantly a distant one. he didn't want you to become a memory that he wouldn't remember. a memory that if he saw you again he wouldn't remember your name. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

of course, being a jujutsu sorcerer comes at a cost. but, before that cost comes, he wants to spend all the time he has with you. 

"you don't need to try so hard to make me happy. i'm already happy being with you." megumi said, as he brought his lips down to yours, kissing you gently. you smiled into the kiss because of his earlier comment. 

"god megumi," you said, wiping the rest of your tears off with your sleeve, "i love you so much." he smirked and planted another kiss on your soft lips, "i love you more, y/n." 

once you two got comfortable again, megumi turned off the horrific movie and started a wholesome one. one that both of you were comfortable with. one that had cute little scenes instead of horrific killer attacks followed by conflicts. 

megumi held you close, your head resting on his chest and eyes becoming foggy from the cries you recently let out. you gently dozed off to his heartbeat as he continued to watch the movie. 

megumi looked down as he moved some of the hair that was covering your face—which he thought was beautiful. he smiled, a gentle smile. a smile of peace and love that he had with you. 

he kissed your cheek as he continued watching the movie. "i love you," he muttered in your ear. you heard it faintly, but you couldn't respond because of the deep slumber you were in. 

of course he loves you, and you love him too. 

a few hours later the movie was over. megumi reached over for the remote and turned off the television. he positioned his head in a more comfortable position, making sure that it wouldn't hurt when he woke up soon. 

the house was quiet, very quiet. he liked it like this. he likes spending time with you without a care in the world. sometimes, he wished that he could spend more time with you like this in a normal world. 

megumi got carried away in his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep too. 

the thud of the remote was the only sound that could be heard in the house, bothered by nothing else but the silent snores of you both. 

a/n ; for god help me please.

characters ; kento nanami.

synopsis ; early mornings with kento nanami.

genre ; fluff.

word count ; 0.4k+

the alarm clock read 5:01AM—it's bright red color being brighter than usual. 

you nestled into your comfortable pillow, face buried within the confinements of the comfortable object, fluffiness overcoming your mind with nothing else. 

then, that's when it hits you. where did your boyfriend go? 

you were confused because he would always sleep next to you until you woke up. the television was always running (probably cooking shows or crime documentaries) while the sweet scent of morning coffee filled the air. but no, not today. nanami was nowhere to be seen. 

it was odd, but it also wasn't at the same time. nanami was an early bird, but he also enjoyed your company early in the morning. he loved seeing you rub your eyes and greet him with a warm good morning smile. that's what keeps him from straying from you every single day. 

you slightly opened your eyes to gain some more vision. you looked over to the dresser which was occupied by nanami's car keys along with his normal morning coffee—black specifically. it was still steaming, which means that it wasn't too long before he placed it there. 

suddenly, you heard a familiar set of footsteps coming up the flight of stairs. when the footsteps stopped, you saw a tall, handsome figure leaning against the door frame—occupied with a loosely tied apron. 

slightly looking up to you with a grin, nanami said, "good morning love," you smiled at the gentle comment. he apologized for the gentle intrusion, but of course, you didn't care. you really needed him to give you comfort so early in the morning. 

"why did you leave me so early?" you asked, whining into your words. he chuckled, "i was making breakfast. you were so tired, i thought i could sneak away unnoticed." nanami said, setting himself down on the bed against you. you placed your head on his chest comfortably, "i missed you." he grinned at the statement, "i miss you too." 

he placed a kiss on your forehead before silently drifting off to sleep to the soft sounds of your snores. 

the coffee on the dresser was growing cold, untouched at all. the liquid was still contained inside of the confinements of the object. 

birds began to chirp as the morning was starting to begin. 

nanami enjoyed your company, and he enjoyed yours. you two are like a team. a very strong team. 

the scent of the coffee began to wear off. as nanami came to his senses, he realized he came inside of the room to tell you that he made breakfast. once he looked down at your sleeping figure, he was dazed. he decided not to wake you up, you looked so peaceful in your little unconscious state. 

nanami laid back down, letting you rest against him. your gentle snores are what sent him to sleep the most. as the scent of the coffee was erased from existence, all was left was you and nanami. what a wonderful morning.

a/n ; for god help me please (good morning (or goodnight) to you all).

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

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