"Please, I highly doubt there is anyone out there that I could actually date and be happy with."
Gojo doesn't exactly remember how he, Suguru, and Shoko got into such a conversation, but here they were anyway.
Suguru grinned at his friend, "really Satoru? The world is a big place, maybe you just haven't met them yet."
"Yeah," Shoko started, "they could be anywhere. You may even meet them today."
Satoru scoffed and stood up from his desk. His chair being pushed out as he held his arms out.
"Fine! Watch this!"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath
"If there is a god out there, please let the love of my life that i will spend eternity with and love till my last breath and even in death fall into my arms right this very instant!"
After a few seconds, Gojo smirked, "see? Nothing happened!"
Shoko sighed, "thats not what i-"
There was a sudden crack in the ceiling. The floor shaking slightly as if someone was thrown right onto the roof. Which was when the three sensed a cursed spirit and a sorcerer fighting just outside. But before anyone could move, the ceiling gave way and someone fell right into Gojo's outstretched arms.
"Oh wow, nice catch," you said as if you weren't thrown so hard to the point that your body went straight through the roof.
Gojo couldn't keep his mouth from falling open as he continued to stare at your smiling face.
Both Suguru and Shoko snickered at the sight.
"Looks like your prayer was answered after all, Satoru."
"Huh? Prayer?"
You glanced around the room before you felt Gojo's grip tighten around you causing you to look back up at him.
"Marry me."
"...hah?"
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the only thing youâd willingly let slap across your face is his cock.
after heâs done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.
âsuch a pretty slut for me.â
his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.
still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops them further into your gob.
he canât help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.
âfuuuuck yes⌠juuust like that.â
his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can â even though you feel entirely brain fucked â to please him with all your might.
the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb.
your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves his balls in your mouth as far as he can; stretching the corners of your lips and causing them to pain.
when he feels the rush within him grow, heâs quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.
âwant your cum !â he can only bite his lip and grin at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.
his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. youâre sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.
âwhat a good girl.â
he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.
the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.
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warnings: mermaid hybrid satoru, exploration kink?, suggestive nsfwđ this is a long one~
ânngh!â
sounds of distressed whimpers force your head out of your book with furrowed browsâyou can barely hear the cries under the steady crashing of waves and birds singing in the wind. part of you thinks you might be going crazy considering no one is within your proximity on this side of the beach. you blink rapidly as you attempt to listen in on the sound and when it doesnât fade, you hesitantly stand and attempt to make your way closer to it.
but when it leads you to a cluster of all different sizes of rocks near the shore, you sigh. youâre close to just deem yourself crazy, maybe your fantasy book is just encouraging your imagination. but when the whining turns into a faint cry, your curiosity only grows. you squint at the area in attempt to spot the source as you take your shoes off and throw them closer to the dry sand along with your book, as to not get them wet.
you take a step into the wet sand at the very border of the shore where the waves meet your feet as you eye the area.
âis someone there?â you hesitantly call, cringing at the sound of your voice as you look around to make sure no one is seeing you speak to the ocean like an imbecile.
immediately the whining and sobbing halts abruptly, making your brows furrow further with curiosity.
âare- are you hurt?â you ask, taking another step closer to the rocks. the rocks are a bit intimidating even though theyâre not submerged much since the tide has shifted so you gulp as you near them.
youâre now ankle deep into the water, no longer needing to go in any deeper to approach the rocks.
itâs silent now. youâre now second guessing if you even heard anything in the first place, but itâs too odd that the noises seemed to stop once you had spoken.
so you finally approach the rocks, laying your palms down on a large one to peek your head over it, half expecting to see a child thatâs lost their way.
and what you see makes your eyes widen and the blood drain from your face. you gasp in a mixture of shock, fear, and confusion when you make eye contact with what looks like a fairy tail creature.
you jump back in surprise, stumbling and falling straight onto your ass, completely soaking your bottoms and the hem of your shirt.
âw-what-what the fuck?â you stutter to yourself, shaking your head harshly as you clench your eyes shut and grip the wet sand. maybe these fantasy books are finally getting to you or maybe you fell asleep on the beach and this is all a dream.
a moment later, you blink rapidly as you shakily stand. and this time, you walk around the rock so you can properly see what you think you saw without something in the way.
and once you do, you see it again, staring at you with wide piercing blue eyes. you canât even speak as you analyze it, much less breathe. it looks deathly afraid of you, whatever it is, and it eyes your every step with the upmost observation and fear.
itâs long scaly fish like tail is a beautiful blue color, but itâs torso and head is seemingly human. it has milky white skin, pecks with nipples like a man, toned arms with little blue fins attached, and hands with fingersâ though they seem more webbed than a normal persons. itâs tail begins where a normal humans legs would. itâs some kind of a creature thatâs half man and half fish. if you didnât know any better, youâd say it looks like a mermaid.
you donât dare to take another step closer, staying a few feet away with caution. itâs tail is caught in some kind of netting connected to the rock and it looks as though the grip it has on itâs tail is so tight that thereâs a bit of red blood seeping from it.
itâs not moving one inch as the baby waves crash gently on it. the creature is so still, in fact, that youâd believe it was dead if not for its eery eyes watching your every breath and the way itâs blinking every now and then.
youâve had the âdo aliens existâ talk before, everyone has, but no matter your stance on it, actually seeing something inhuman and seemingly otherworldly is a whole nother conversation entirely.
your breath is shaky as you squint at the netting because even though you have no idea what this creature is, it looks like itâs in pain. you canât help but wish to help it.
you gulp and take a step closer to get a better look at the netting but the moment you do, it flinches and itâs tail begins to slam against the sand with forceâ like itâs trying to scare you off by splashing you with the small amount of water under it.
and if his intent was to scare you, it works because you fall right back onto your ass with a gasp as droplets of water litter your face.
âi-i-iâm sorry! i- wonât h-hurt you!â you stutter out, voice shakier than itâs ever been as you wipe your face of the water. you arenât even sure if this creature can understand your language, but even animals can understand intent so you figure itâs worth a shot.
hesitantly, it slows itâs flopping and tears begin to fall from its beautiful, gleaming eyes as soft whimpers fall from its lips. it seems as though itâs accepted its fate, that you will hurt it or even worse, kill it.
your brows twitch in sympathy as you stand once again. its teary eyes follow you every step of the way as you inch closer to it ever so slowly with hands extended, as if to communicate that you wonât hurt it.
and once you get close enough to potentially touch its tail, you crouch in front of the mid part of it with caution, eyes trained on itâs terrified face.
you gulp. âiâm going to t-try to get this off, okay?â you voice, knowing it likely doesnât understand you.
itâs face contorts with confusion and eyes flicker down to your hands that are steadily moving towards itâs tail.
you pause for a moment, giving it time to process whatâs happening before attempting to make contact. as you get just inches away, it flinches violently, tugging against the netting and letting out a painful whine.
âitâs okay! donât moveâ calm down.â you coo, attempting to adopt a calming tone to your voice. it seems to help a bit because its tail stills, though still obviously hesitant.
although your natural curiosity urges you to touch its tail to learn more, you donât want to frighten the injured creature any further. this is your first time encountering such a being, and it's likely the creatureâs first time seeing a human.
you gently place a hand on the net around its tail, careful not to touch the tail itself to avoid scaring it. you carefully maneuver the netting, examining what can be done. the knots are tangled, but not impossible to undo.
you gently let go and look at its face once again with sympathy.
âthat must hurt, huh? poor thing.â you coo as it softly sobs, âiâm going to unknot it now.â you explain with a newfound determination.
you begin working, carefully untying the netting as gently as possible. when the creatureâs whines intensify from a particularly painful tug, you pause, easing up to show that you mean no harm. this gesture seems to soothe it, enough that its gaze shifts from your working hands to your focused face, filled with curiosity.
you notice that whenever your fingers get close to its tail, there's a subtle resistance, as if an invisible barrier is pushing against you, protecting it from your touch.
finally, you get it untied and you pull the ropesoff of itâs tail with an accomplished sigh. âall done.â
itâs eyes widen in shock as its tail suddenly moves freely. you huff with a cheerful smile, watching as the creature realizes itâs free and no longer doomed to die here. you canât help but wonder why it was so close to shore in the first place.
then, suddenly, as if realizing you might still pose a threat, it swiftly turns and glides gracefully into a deeper part of the ocean.
you stand up with an expression of bewilderment as you watch it swim into the water, disappearing with a splash of its large tail.
you chuckle to yourself in disbelief, rubbing a hand down your face. your eyes remain fixed on the spot where you last saw it, hoping to catch just one more glimpse before you leave. you know no one would believe you if you told them what you just witnessed, but maybe thatâs for the best, given how cruel humans can be.
just as youâre about to turn to retrieve your book and shoes, your eyes light up when itâs white haired head pops up, exposing its face as it stares at you from afar.
when it doesnât move to leave immediately, you lift a hand and awkwardly wave, mentally cursing yourself when you realize it probably doesnât know what that gesture means. sure, the way itâs just watching you is a bit unsettling, but it doesnât seem to have any ill intent. youâre fairly certain it understands that you set it freeâor at least, you hope so.
and then, you exhale sharply in bewilderment when it surprisingly copies your gesture, lifting a hand and waving back at you before disappearing back into the ocean.
the next few days you canât help but visit the same area of the beach again, hoping that maybe youâll see the astonishing creature again. but you donât, not for days.
after about a week, you finally see it again, but any hopes or expectations you had are quickly dashed when it merely observes you from a safe distance in the water. you donât dare to push the boundary and enter the water, fearing that it might scare the creature away or even the possibility that it could hurt you.
in the days that follow, it surprisingly returns each day at the same time to watch you for hours at a time. whenever another human comes by, it vanishes into the ocean in the blink of an eye, only to reappear and gaze at you again. youâve noticed that it seems particularly interested in watching you read for some reason.
unfortunately, you have college classes to attend still so youâre forced to skip a beach day. the entirety of the class, all you can do is wonder if the creature is waiting for you to show up.
the next day, instead of lounging on the dry sand, you sit in the shallow water, where it reaches up to your waist, wearing your swimsuit.
to your surprise, when it pops up like usual, it doesnât seem afraid of your new proximity but it stays a long distance away as it eyes you. its expression reads curiosity but you canât be sure from this distance.
after spending about an hour idly watching the creature and playing with the wet sand under your hands, you grow comfortable. you even close your eyes and bask in the sun.
but when you hear the gentle ripple of waterâ as if something is moving, you peek open your eyes to see it much closer now.
it scares you at first, making you gasp and scoot back a bit with fear. but your reaction seems to scare it too, making it quickly retreat into the water again.
ân-no! wait! iâm sorryâ come back!â you plead in fear that it might never return as you crawl in deeper on all fours, unsure if it can hear you beneath the water.
a moment later, it peeks up at you again, much further than before but still close enough to see. immediately you smile and wave, hoping it recognizes your gesture again.
and it does recognize it, showing a sort of naĂŻvetĂŠ as its eyes light up and it swims closer, shockingly fast. itâs a bit unnerving how fast it moves but maybe you should have expected as much from a creature of the water. you try not to show any signs of fear or shock at its movement so you donât potentially scare it away again.
it then exposes its entire face as it lifts a hand and waves back with wonder in its eyes, only feet away from you. it seems itâs hesitant to come any closer because youâre in a shallow part of the shoreâ though you think thatâs for the best because even if it hasnât hurt you thus far, itâs an unknown creature that you know nothing about. itâs best to keep a small space between the two of you for now.
you take a seat in the water thatâs now up to your lower ribs as you examine its beautiful features while it examines yours.
itâs facial features are that of the most beautiful in the world, you think, surpassing even the most famous of beauties in the human race. and itâs eyes are a color that shouldnât be possible, so piercing blue that theyâre almost glowing. its hair is milky white, much more pure of a white than any bleach could ever turn a humans hairâ matching its eyelashes and eyebrows. you arenât sure, but it looks like a man in his twenties.
âbeautiful, youâre so beautiful.â you breathe out in awe, making itâs head tilt in curiosityâ reminiscent of a puppy.
and then it suddenly speaks, but the language scares you. itâs like no language youâve ever heard before and itâs tone sounds bewildered. itâs voice is deep and raspy, like a man and youâre not sure what you expected but it wasnât that.
you canât help but flinch and gulp a bit at the sound of it, itâs only natural to be afraid of such an unknown sound but youâre trying your best to be open minded.
as if responding to your sign of fear, it begins to speak again but this timeâ in english.
âc-calmâ d-d-ow-n, poor th-thing.â it stumbles over its words, attempting so hard to copy your words and cooing tone from weeks ago when you were freeing it.
you can barely grasp what itâs trying to say, but as you piece it together, your jaw drops in awe. youâre amazed that it remembered what you said well enough to repeat itâespecially since itâs using the same calming words you used on it to try to soothe you. Itâs as if itâs trying to calm you down, even though it probably doesnât understand the meaning of the words.
âamazing,â you breathe out, blinking in utter disbelief.
âamaâzong,â it repeats with a curious tone.
you giggle with your eyes crinkled closed as it mispronounces âamazingâ as âamazong,â and your laughter only seems to intrigue it further. its white eyebrows twitch as it swims closer, trying to catch more of your laugh.
when you open your eyes again, you find it closer than before, causing you to stiffen and gasp. itâs now only a few feet away, and because itâs in such shallow water, itâs forced into a horizontal position, with parts of its tail visible behind it.
then, it speaks again, slowly, but in its own language like itâs trying to teach you a word.
âsa-tor-u.â it coos, sounding out the word for you to learn with gentleness.
the fear that rose when the creature came closer is quickly replaced with fascination as you focus on the word.
âsatoru.â you repeat the word slowly and immediately it smiles as it lifts its tail and splashes the water excitedly.
you chuckle at the sight as droplets from the splash of its powerful tail land on your cheek.
âsatoru. what does it mean?â you question with a smile, more to yourself than the creature as you wipe the water away from your cheek.
and as if detecting your questioning tone, he quickly points at itself and repeats the word again.
âyou? your name?â you ask, eager to learn more about the creature. but he doesnât understand your words and simply blinks at you. itâs astonishing that he wants you to know his nameânot that you think heâs unintelligent, but you werenât sure of his level of awareness. âsatoruâ is primarily a male name, you wouldnât be surprised if youâve come across some humans with the name.
âuh- um,â you then point to yourself and speak your own name slowly, eager for him to learn yours now.
he repeats your name with determination to pronounce it correctly, and you nod with a big smile, delighted by the sound of his beautiful voice saying your name.
then, as if the setting sun is a curfew, satoru suddenly turns and dives into the ocean with urgency. but before disappearing for the night, he resurfaces briefly, waves with a smile, and then vanishes once more.
the following days are some of the most exciting of your life, stories youâll tell your grandchildren about teaching a beautiful merman to speak english.
unfortunately, the first thing you teach satoru is how to say, âstay back or i will hurt you.â its a bit tough to explain the meaning but once you point to his tail to remind him of the painful netting, he understands for the most part.
youâre afraid someone less moral will come across satoru whoâs so beautiful and naive and innocent to the human world. you have to explain that not all humans are like you and though heâs a bit confused, he mostly grasps the concept.
youâve found that the easiest way to teach satoru about words and meanings is to read to him. he listens to you for hours and when you begin to pick childrenâs books that help in learning english, he excels quickly.
soon, heâs able to speak at a moderate level and youâre simply aching to ask him every question in the book as you sit in your familiar place in the shallow water by the rocks.
âare you a mermaid?â you inquire, knowing itâs a silly question to ask considering âmermaidâ is a silly human term for fairytales.
ââmer-maid?ââ he repeats with curiosity, and you chuckle to yourself. you should have expected that response.
âwhere were you born? how old are you?â you instead question, eagerly.
he points to the open ocean before turning back to you. âeightâ six.â
you hum in thought, recalling how youâve already tried teaching him about human days and years, but it seems he has his own way of measuring time. youâve discovered that in his terms, eighty-six translates to twenty-six in your time.
âare there a lot of your kind?â
âyes. lot.â he nods, seemingly happy to be able to communicate with you.
âare you able to get out of the ocean completely? or do you need the water to breathe?â you ask.
âno, i can get out. but we are not supposed to. rules,â he grumbles, clearly annoyed by the rule. you wonder if he might be a bit of a rebel in his society. this also explains why he was treading so close to the shore when he got caught in the net.
âcan i ask question too?â he suddenly questions.
your brows twitch in slight surprise at his curiosity and you nod with a smile.
âwhy do you save me?â he suddenly asks, referring to the time you met and you freed him from the netting.
you exhale with sympathy as you gaze at him.
âwhy not? i saved you because you were in pain.â
he blinks at you with utmost wonder in his blue eyes and then quickly refocuses onto his next questionâ as if heâs afraid he wonât have time to ask everything he wants to.
âhow many are you?â and his question slightly confuses you until it clicks that heâs asking your age.
âuhâ in your time, iâm eight-one,â you explain, converting your age of twenty-one into a number he can understand.
he immediately coos, âcute. you are young. in my home, you would be offered up to mate.â
you blush a bit and gasp a bit before chuckling nervously. âo-oh!â
âdo you have a mate?â he asks with gleaming, glowing eyes.
you breathe out a laugh. âno. do you?â
âhow do you sayââ he hums in thought, likely looking back on your language exercises, ââhell no.â
immediately, you burst into a fit of giggles. that phrase was one of your favorite to teach him.
âbeautiful. you are beautiful,â his smile broadens at the sound of your laugh, breathing out audibly through his noseâ making a noise reminiscent of an awe.
your eyes widen at his compliment, blinking rapidly as your cheeks burn. âw-wow, me? says you.â
âthank you!â he cheers, like a child who has been taught to say thank you after every complimentâ it makes you snap out of your flattered state and giggle a bit.
âwhat are these? why?â he questions and you jump when you feel his fingers graze along your calf under water.
âm-my legs? um- iâm not sure why. to walk i suppose.â you shrug, slightly shivering at his touch with a blush. you hadnât made physical contact yet and itâs a bit unnerving. he doesnât seem to be the shy type.
âpainful?â he questions with concern, fingers still curiously exploring your legs gently.
you giggle softly at his assumption, and he tilts his head at you with a curious smile. you figure he thinks your legs must be painful since theyâre split in two instead of being one piece like his tail.
âno, not painful,â you shake your head, attempting to eye his hand traveling up your thigh through the murky water as you grip the sand.
âsoft,â he says before dipping his head under the water, intently examining your legs. he runs his hands along them, but when he reaches the inside of your thighs in exploration, you gasp and quickly grab his hands to stop him before he can reach your private area. he surfaces, looking at you with a puzzled expression.
âhurt you? sorry, iâm sorry.â he pouts, slightly pulling back and lowering himself to show that heâs a non-threat submissively.
you huff and gently pull his hands from your legs so you can interlock yours with hisâ partly to keep control of where he puts them and partly to just feel his skin.
âyou didnât hurt me. that area is just,â you pause, thinking on the right words to use for this, â-sensitive and private.â
he moves closer again, your friendly gesture of holding his hands helping him to relax, as his fear of hurting you fades and interest takes its place. he says a word in his own language and you blink at him with confusion.
âwhatâs the word forâ is itâmating organs?â
âumâ âmating organsâ?â and quickly you realize that you had never taught him a word for your reproductive organs and your face burns in embarrassment. âoh uhâ yes, sort of.â
âcan i see?â he questions, making your embarrassment sky rocket. itâs obvious heâs simply intrigued with the human body, without ill intent.
âuhâ thatâs not a good idea,â you quickly utter, letting go of his hands and shutting your thighs tightly.
he starts pouting, and if thereâs one thing youâve learned about satoru over the past few days, itâs that heâs kind of needy and playful, and definitely prone to pouting when things donât go his way.
âwhy?â he whines, hands returning to caress your ankles gently.
âuh-um becauseâ well, thatâs like me asking to see your- fish-tail-mating area,â you exclaim dumbly, unsure of if he even has male reproductive organs like humans do.
he blinks at you, pout still prominent.
ââfish tail?ââ he repeats, thinking for a moment before his brows raise in understanding.
âyou can see and i can see!â he shouts, as if heâs just solved the issue easily.
you gulp and your gaze flickers around, avoiding his gaze in utter disbelief. youâre pretty sure that heâs insinuating a âiâll show you mine if you show me yoursâ situation.
âplease?â he pleads, and you wish you hadnât ever taught him the word because his sweet, graceful tone sways you, as if his voice has a spell woven into it.
you canât deny your own curiosity about his tail and his anatomy, so you find yourself looking around the empty beach before gulping and noddingâfor research purposes.
he brightens up and promptly adjusts into a seated position. using his palms, he scoots closer to the shore, encouraging you to move back until his tail is completely exposed. he rests his back against one of the many rocks by the shore as the baby waves crash against the both of you.
you gulp as your eyes linger on his stunning physique, sitting back on your calves while you focus on where his abdomen transitions into his tail. he seems to notice your ogling, taking your hand and gently guiding your fingers from the wet ridges of his abs down to his scaly tail.
âw-wow, youâre so beautiful.â you breathe, lips slightly parted as your breathing deepens in astonishment.
he giggles, as if heâs quite used to this type of admiration, and lets you explore his tail. when you reach his fin, he playfully flicks it up, huffing in amusement when you flinch and gasp.
you then bring your hand to press against his warm chest, where his heart is and your jaw drops when it beats in such an irregular wayâ unlike any human heart.
âyour heart! itâs- amazing.â you breathe in awe, moving your fingers around slightly to feel it better.
his head tilts in wonder before reaching out and pressing his own finger tips to your chest, just between your breasts.
and after a moment of waiting, he gasps and hunches forward to suddenly press his ear to your chest.
âboom! boom! boom! boom! boom!â he breathes in astonishment, now understanding why you were so amazed at his heart beat. he thinks yours sounds so comforting, he could stay pressed to your soft chest all day.
you chuckle and blink down at him, slightly embarrassed that heâs pressing into the fat of your breasts. but after a few long moments of him simply listening to your heart, you gently pull his head up to lean against the rock once more.
âyou keep feel?â he questions, asking if youâre done exploring his body or not.
although you feel a bit deranged for letting your mind wander, you canât help but ponder how his kind reproduces. you donât see any visible dick of any kind but you do see a slight bulge where his dick should be.
you tilt your head at it, hesitant to ask but it seems you donât have to because he notices.
âunder. like your cover.â he gestures towards your bathing suit bottoms with a slight blush dusting his high cheekbones.
âo-oh, i see,â you stutter with a bashful smile, lowering your chin in an attempt to avoid eye contact with the bulge beneath his scales.
as if reading your mind, he then tilts his head down to make eye contact with you.
âyou want to see?â
you part your lips and stutter, blinking rapidly.
âum- if thatâs okay.â you gaze up at him nervously, biting your lip coyly. you figure if youâre ready to reveal whatâs beneath your bottoms, itâs only fair that he does the same.
though he seems quite shameless and confident, he grows shy as he moves his scales to the side and exposes a slit.
your brows furrow, eyes squinting briefly as you focus in on the area. you canât help but gasp when a long, thick member resembling a human cock slides out. itâs nearly identical to a humans, except for the fact that it has blue scales near the base.
it bobs, seemingly hard, but you arenât sure if heâs naturally this size or not. you wonder if itâs potentially arousing him to show his genitalia to a human but you canât deny the possibility that youâre just demented.
âw-wow, big,â you gulp, in a slight haze as you watch a bead of what looks like pre cum dribble out of his tip. you donât even realize what you just said until heâs chuckling.
âhuman not âbigâ?â he questions, almost slyly. he seems quite confident in his body, which he absolutely should be considering how ethereally gorgeous he is from top to bottom.
you clear your throat and force your gaze away from his throbbing member.
ân-not usually that big.â you mumble. âare those.. scales?â you point at the scales near the bottom of his cock.
âyes, touch?â he asks, reading that look on your face as a look of a creature that wants to mateâ though heâs not so ignorant as to be unaware that youâre likely just curious like he is.
your eyes widen even wider and your mouth opens and closes as you try to put your thoughts in order. you arenât sure if heâs so shamelessly lewd as to ask you to jerk him off.
âno mate, just touch,â he attempts to clarify, delicately grasping your willing hand and moving it close until itâs just inches away from the scales you were curious about.
how many human can say theyâve ever had this opportunity before? to explore a mermanâs body? you figure as long as you just touch briefly, itâs fine, itâs not like you have harmful intentions.
you gulp and your gaze flickers up at him as if to make sure itâs okay to be doing this before focusing on his cock.
you softly brush your fingers along the ridges of the bumpy, slick scales at his base, causing his cock to twitch. you glance up at his face as he whines a word in his language and unintentionally thrusts his hips toward your touch.
the scales are soft but textured at the same time, and they seem to ripple in response to your touchâas if theyâre just built to react to stimulus that way.
âo-okay you can put it away,â you quickly mutter when you form the instinct to wrap your hand around his cock and pull more of those adorable whines out of him.
he nods, eyes lidded and breathing deeper than before. you watch as it slides back into his slit and he covers it with his scales once again. itâs a bit bizarre the way it retracts and moves but mostly fascinating.
âmy turn?â he questions eagerly, gently nudging your legs with one hand as to make them part while the tip of his fin grazes your outer thigh.
your nerves rise as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. a promise is a promise and though itâs nerve racking, you want to prove that even though youâre a strange creature in his eyes, youâll stick to your word.
ây-yes.â you nod with a nervous smile.
excitement litters his face as he moves to lie on his stomach, tail playfully tapping against the shallow puddle of water beneath.
you tentatively and somewhat embarrassedly get into position, with your legs bent on either side of his head and leaning on your elbows to watch what he does.
you attempt to take deep, steady breaths as he gently pushes your thighs apart with warm hands.
shakily, you let them part ways, allowing him to push them as far apart as they go until you feel the subtle burn of the stretch. itâs really not his fault, heâs likely completely unaware of how far your legs can push apart.
you canât help but imagine how startling this sight would be if someone were to stumble upon it. he then pulls at the material of the gusset of your swimsuit with confusion, making your abdomen gently flinch.
âis this connect to you?â he looks up at you. it seems heâs asking if your swimsuit is similar to his scales that cover his slit.
âno, i can take it off.â you utter shyly before simply pulling it to the side so he can see your pussy.
immediately his eyes widen and he leans in so close that you can feel his breath fan over your twitching folds.
youâre aware heâs likely never seen a humans genitalia before and has nothing to compare yours to but it doesnât stop you from growing self conscious under his stare.
âlike me?â he asks, blinking up at you with furrowed brows. heâs attempting to ask if you have a cock that comes out of your slit as well, though your slit does look very different than his.
ân-no, no. itâs just a.. hole.â you explain, humiliated, blushing, and gripping the sand to cope with the embarrassing words.
âwhat is this bump?â he questions, pointing at your twitching clit, fingertip only breaths away from making contact.
âumâ mating.. tool?â you cringe at your choice of words but he chirps a hum as if understandingâ though you arenât sure how much he could possibly understand form your poor explanation.
âtouch?â he asks, not taking his eyes away from your slit. he doesnât miss the way your âmating toolâ spasms when he speaks.
you gulp and close your eyes with a sharp exhale through your nose, trying to collect yourself and your naughty urges.
âwhy?â
âto see more,â he explains, âso compact.â you can tell heâs referring to the way your outer lips keep your inner lips closed to an extent in this position.
âo-okay,â you nod, watching him like a hawk as he reaches out and pulls one of your outer lips to the side, making your folds straighten out on that side. it allows for a peek into your clenching chasm and it only intrigues him further, squinting his eyes to look into your hole.
âsmells yummy,â he whines out, causing your pussy to clench around nothing and slowly leak a bit of arousal. you bite back a moan at his unintentional compliment.
âa-are you done?â you gulp, hoping he doesnât question your slick leaking out.
âthis is your mating hole?â he refers to your pussy and you bite into your bottom lip, mind racing with ideas of âmatingâ with the beautiful creature in front of you and how it would work.
ây-yes,â you stutter, breathy.
âyou have mated before?â he asks, gaze flickering up at you and gently letting go of your lips. it takes everything within you not to laugh at his question, heâs basically asking if youâre a virgin.
âno, have you?â you turn his question back on him with a small smile.
âno, thatâs for life long mate,â he admits with a matching smile, leaning in and licking an affectionate stripe up your inner thigh.
you gasp pathetically in pleasure and your thighs clench, making you quickly cover your pussy with your bottoms once again in fear of your urges pushing this experience too far before you know it.
âo-okay no more.â
he frowns a bit at the sight of your covered pussy and gently pushes back into the water to submerge more comfortably.
you settle into a criss crossed position after scooting closer until the water reaches your waist.
âthank you for showing me, you are interesting,â he coos with a smile, gently lifting a dripping finger to brush it down your cheek, making you shiver.
you exhale slowly and lean into his touch. âwill i see you again?â
he suddenly seems as though he has an idea or remembered one, face lighting up.
âi be backâwait,â he voices briefly before turning and diving into the water so fast that youâd have missed it if you blinked.
you canât help but furrow your brows and reach out to the ocean in fear that he might never come backâ even in spite of his words. but a few moments later, he re-emerges, making you exhale in relief. he seems to have brought you a large white shell.
âwatch,â he coos, keeping eye contact with you as he brings it to his lips and blows. a beautiful sound comes out of the shell, inducing a peaceful tranquil feeling deep within causing you to light up with awe.
âyou call and i come,â he explains softly, wrapping your hands around the shell like itâs a precious gift.
your heart flutters at his words and the feeling of his hands around yours, eyebrows twitching in a pout when he lets go.
the sun suddenly sets below the ocean and now itâs his turn to pout. âi must go.â
and just like that, he kisses the back of your hand before escaping back into the dark ocean, leaving you to wonder when youâll see him again.
âââââ-
i am so in love with mermaid satoru bye
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warnings: nsfw đ, voyeurism, professor/student, cum eating (kinda), age gap (gojo is 28 reader is 22) this is a long one~
âgo!â nobara pushes you towards professor gojo, where heâs chatting and undoubtedly bothering professor nanami, making you stumble over your feet awkwardly in front of the two.
the two men halt their talk and glance down at you, gojoâs piercing blue eyes basically glowing.
âhello,â nanami greets you, allowing the silent question to linger in the air about what you need help with, whether you have a question, or why youâve approached two professors.
you swallow hard, sneaking a glance over your shoulder at nobara and yuji, who are laughing and giving you enthusiastic thumbs-up, while megumi simply sighs.
âsomething wrong?â gojo questions as you turn back to them, a playful tint to his tone as always.
thereâs a rumor going around the school about gojo satoru. being the most popular professor on campus, it's no surprise heâs got a few rumors floating around but this one in particular has become quite popular among the students.
asking gojo about it face to face seemed funny at the timeâ you, nobara , and yuji had been in stitches over the thought, even though megumi couldnât find the humor in it. and since you lost the bet, youâre the one stuck confronting him. you canât prove yuji and nobara didnât rig the bet knowing you have a crush on gojo but youâre pretty sure they did because theyâre giggling like school girls a few feet away.
as you stand before your tall, imposing professor and the weight of what youâre about to do sinks inâyou mustâve been out of your mind to think this was ever a good idea.
âno,â you shake your head and hold your hands behind your back stiffly.
âso my adored student just wanted to come say hi?â with a smile, he tilts his head slightly, leaning down just enough to bring his towering frame closer to your level, âhow nice~!â
âi have work to do,â nanami sighs at gojo before turning to you, âif you have any questions you know where to find me but please, keep it essential.â
since nanami knows gojo is one of your professors as well, he figures whatever you have to say can be said to him. itâs clear nanami takes any chance to escape gojoâs antics and heâs using you to do so now so you nod at him with a polite smile before he leaves.
gojo hums in a question, in a sing song tone, urging you to speak.
âi was just wondering-,â you press your lips together and let out a muffled huff in an attempted concealed laugh, âwhat size pants you wear.â
âhuh?â he draws out, tilting his head a bit more as his face contorts in playful confusion.
âis one of my esteemed students gonna buy me a gift?â he coos as he stands straight once again and rests his hands on his hips, coming to the conclusion that youâre asking so you can buy him a pair of pants.
you press your lips together briefly and shrug noncommittally.
âiâm usually a size medium,â he says with his natural smile.
you hum, a laugh brimming on the surface as you hear the mumble of yuji and nobara snickering a few feet away.
âare they.. too tight?â you question with hardly concealed amusement, making his brows twitch in slight confusion.
âtight?â he repeats, growing lost on what youâre really asking as his gaze flickers down at his pants briefly.
âthey seem a bit tight,â you blurt out, a giggle escaping as you bolt back to your friends, not giving gojo a chance to respond.
heâs left standing there, blinking in confusion and checking the back and front of his pants like heâs worried thereâs some kind of a stain somewhere. you crash into nobara and yuji, both of them bursting into giggles as they fast-walk alongside you, asking you to piece together what just happened since they only caught parts of it. meanwhile, megumi trails behind with a bored look, eyes half-lidded as if this is just another typical day for him.
the mischief you, yuji, nobara, and megumi got up to deflated as soon as you got home. alone in your dorm, youâd found yourself groaning, face in your hands, cheeks burning as you replayed what youâd immaturely said to the most popular, attractive professor in your college. cursing yourself under your breath, the thrill of the moment now felt more like embarrassment.
the next day in gojoâs class, itâs a little uncomfortable for you, but with over fifty students filling the room, you figure itâll be fine.
gojo taught his class with the same playful energy as always, but when his gaze lingered on you for just a moment mid-lecture, you sank awkwardly into your seat, that familiar heat rising to your cheeks.
after class, as you tried to slip away within the crowd of students, he stopped you in your tracks. you gave him a polite, slightly relieved smile when all he did was ask if you could deliver a stack of papers to professor geto on your way out. you figured he must have forgotten about your little encounter or just brushed it off as a harmless joke from some silly students.
lunchtime on campus, even in college, still has its cliques. some tables are for the smarter students, others for the athletes, with groups shifting from one table to another but always sticking to their usual crowd. but two of the circular tables never change: the ones âreservedâ for the professors. even when none of them are there, those tables stay empty, a silent understanding that they belong to them alone.
âyouâre saying nothing happened? he didnât even ask you what you were talking about?â yuji questions you in his natural loud manner with a mouth full of his sandwich from across the table.
âwhat do you mean?â nobara scoffs a laugh, âshe pussied out and didnât even say what she was supposed to say.â
you huff and drop your bag down beside you to rest your forearms atop the table, elbows brushing against nobaraâs and megumiâs.
âwell, he kinda-â you steal a quick glance over your shoulder at the professors' table, where professor gojo and a few other male professors are chatting over lunch, before cringing and quickly turning your attention back to your friends, â-gave me a look in class.â
nobara perks up at this as yuji shoves more of his sandwich into his mouth, even though megumi likes to feign disinterest with his head in his book, you can tell heâs tuning into the conversation as well.
âa look? what does that mean? like a âlook- look?ââ nobara questions with amusement and two jumps to her brows, jabbing your arm with her elbow.
you snicker at the insinuation while yuji seems lost and megumi simply cringes a bit.
before you can respond, yuji tilts his head and swallows a huge mouthful painfully before chewing it properly and speaking quickly.
âhuh? whatâs a âlook- lookâ?â he asks innocently, assuming it must be a sort of âgirlâ thing.
âhow stupid are you?â nobara insults yuji in her natural insulting way which never seems to bother him, âcontext clues?â
âcome on, tell me!â yuji whines before turning to megumi, âwhatâs a look look?â
âdonât ask me, idiot,â megumi says in a monotone before he politely takes a bite of his chip.
âitâs that look megumi gives you after a long day,â nobara teases dramatically, âyou know, the one where heâs just longing to push you against the wall and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while heââ
âdo not finish that sentence,â megumi warns, looking up from his book to send nobara a glare that she simply brushes off with a snicker.
âwait, gojo gave you that kind of look?â yuji asks with his mouth in a literal âo,â showing off all of the mush inside. yuji either knows that nobara is trying to tease him but just doesnât mind, or heâs very ignorant.
you shake your head immediately with a playful eye roll and a smile that conveys youâre used to your friendsâ behavior, âno, he definitely did not give me that look.â
âthen what?â nobara prods, less enthusiastic now but still interested as she snacks on her lunch.
âit was more like,â you sigh and squint at the ceiling as you attempt to think of what to call it, âa -she-looks-familiarâis-she-the-weird-girl-who-said-something-about-my-pants-being-too-tight- look.â
megumi snickers at you quietly without even looking up from his book as yuji simply continues ravishing his sandwich.
âah,â nobara snorts and pats your shoulder awkwardly, âthatâs rough buddy.â
âehâiâm sure he doesnât care,â yuji dismisses, small bits of lettuce flying out of his mouth, âprofessor gojo is cool.â
âhe probably thinks iâm a weirdo,â you rub your hands down your face with a breathy laugh.
youâre not overly worried; itâs more of a lighthearted concern than a serious one. youâre aware youâre likely not so special as to be seen as anothing in gojo satoruâs world, much less a weirdo. gojo has many students and probably doesnât remember most of them. still, you like to think you stand out since he often asks you to help him with tasks, like delivering things to other professors or grabbing items for him after class.
âwell, look at it this way,â nobara says with a shrug, âat least now heâs thinking about you, even if heâs thinking youâre a freak whoâs obsessed with his pants.â
âyeah!â yuji calls out enthusiastically, âheâs probably like, âwhat color panties does my weird student have on today?ââ
yuji laughs at his own joke but itâs silent otherwise as you all blink at himâeven megumi.
âdude,â nobara deadpans with a grimace, âyouâre a perv.â
yujiâs gaze flickers at all three of you as his face contorts in offense, âwhat? i was joking!â
you snort and megumi grimaces at him before turning back to his book.
âanyways,â nobara brushes yujiâs transgressions off, âthis is a good opportunity for you! get into his pants and confirm or deny the rumors.â
âhuh?â yuji shouts at nobara with a mouthful, âyouâre the perv!â
you huff and shake your head before standing as nobara flicks yujiâs forehead harshly, âiâm gonna go get lunch, be back.â
as you reach to pay for your usual at one of the cafes surrounding the cafeteria tables with some crinkled up bills in hand, a sleek black mastercard suddenly appears in front of you.
âohâ! throw in one of those cookies too,â a familiar voice sings like a child with a sweet tooth before they swipe their heavy, luxury card.
your gaze travels up the long fingers, and your eyes widen for a moment before you quickly try to mask your surprise when you meet the familiar sight of white hair and that charming smile aimed at the blushing lunch lady.
âprofessor gojâ you didnât need to do that,â you let out an awkward laugh as you grab your packaged food and gojo snatches one of the cookies from the display.
âdonât be silly! come on,â he coos, giving your head a quick pat before slinging an arm over your shoulders and guiding you forward. you find yourself stumbling to keep up, his long legs striding effortlessly while your shorter steps scramble to match his pace.
your face betrays a blend of fluster and slight panic as you avoid the gaze of the many students watching and whispering. fortunately, not all of them are focused on youâsome watch discreetly while others remain absorbed in their own conversations.
âthis is my free hour-â you say nervously, attempting to politely express your desire to join your friends for lunch rather than follow him to whatever teaching-related errand he likely has in mind, âuhâwhere are we goingââ
âyouâre gonna eat anyways soâeat with us,â gojo chirps as you approach a table of familiar, intimidating professors in their suits, jackets casually removed. they had been quietly enjoying their lunches, but now they glance up at you, curiosity evident in their expressions.
âo-ohâ umââ you stutter nervously, your gaze darting to the side where your friends are staring at you with their jaws dropped.
âlet the poor girl sit with her friends, satoru,â professor geto shakes his head softly, clearly accustomed to gojoâs antics and unpredictability. l
everyone knows that professor geto and gojo are close, with rumors of their friendship going back to high school. the way they interact only adds weight to the speculationâ theyâre often seen chatting or sitting in on each others lectures.
you glance up at gojo, still weighing your shoulders down with his long arm, and give him a questioning look, silently asking if you can follow getoâs suggestion.
âaww,â gojo pouts theatrically as he gazes down at you, âyouâre gonna hurt your favorite professors feelings!â
heâs making it clear in a playful way that youâd have to find a way to slip out of his grasp somehow as to get out of this situation. itâs as if he knows itâd be too awkward for you to try to get away at this point since he payed for your food.
your mouth opens and closes and before you can respond, he speaks again with amusement.
âsit,â gojo chuckles and nudges you toward the open seat.
you lower yourself into it hesitantly, while gojo practically bounces into the chair beside you, already unwrapping his cookie. despite your best effort to press your legs together, your knees still brush against gojoâs manspread thigh on one side and getoâs on the other. every bit of your stiff body language shows your discomfort, as though youâre instinctively trying to make yourself smaller, hoping to disappear into a hole in the ground.
as you settle into your seat, you glance at your friends and catch nobara gesturing at you with urgency, her expression screaming, âwhat are you doing?â in response, you give a panicked shrug that conveys, âi donât fucking know,â before redirecting your focus to the professors.
professor nanami sighs, clearly disappointed by gojoâs antics in bringing a student into this setting. he adjusts his tie and turns his attention to you.
âhello again,â nanami greets you with polite formality, treating you like just another studentâwhich you areâthe absurdity of your presence at this table is impossible to ignore. itâs not about rules; professors just simply donât sit with students, you assume itâs more due to needing time to themselves and a break from taking on that professor persona than anything else.
âuhâ hi,â you greet back, slowly setting your food down in front of you as gojo takes a big bite of his cookie.
professor geto says your name with his signature soft smile, âitâs nice to see you again.â
âoh- itâs nice to see you too, professor,â you smile awkwardly with a brief short nod.
a moment of silence passesâ an awkward moment for you. getoâs not too surprised since itâs difficult to phase him but its definitely a bit different to have a student at the table, nanamiâs irritation is directed at gojo like usual, while gojo remains blissfully cheerful and nonchalant.
ârelax~â gojo sings dramatically and nods down at your food, âeat, eat, weâre all friends here.â
you blink down at your food, then glance up at the professors, bewildered. how can you eat when it feels like the entire lunchroom is buzzing about you? the unspoken barrier between teachers and students looms large, highlighting why these interactions are rare.
you can hear nanami sigh before he resumes eating, clearly judging gojoâs inappropriate comment suggesting that a student and a professor could be friends.
âwe donât bite,â gojo urges you playfully like youâre a scared kitty as he leans down closer to your level, nudging your leg with his, âgo on.â
geto lets out a soft huff in amusement before shaking his head gently and taking a swig of his coffee.
you let out a soft, nervous chuckle before hesitantly starting to eat, trying to block out the way the chatter of the students suddenly grows louder the moment you take your first bite. itâs as if you taking a bite solidifies the fact that youâre actually eating lunch with them.
gojo says your name slowly, like heâs recalling something, âyou wrote that paper on the idea that humans would be able to teleport if we had the right equation, didnât you?â
your brows raise in surprise and you quickly swallow your bite as you glance up at him beside you. half of you expected him not to even read the papers his students submit since he has so many, much less remember your name from it.
âohâ yeah thatâs me,â you chuckle nervously with a small smile and nod.
âvery interesting,â he compliments with his charming smile, âi love students who think outside the box.â
you canât stop the warmth creeping into your cheeks at his praise; professor gojo is so charming itâs almost painful.
âthat does sound interesting,â professor geto hums and chuckles a bit, âwe donât get fun topics like that in history much, do we?â
you huff softly, some tension dissolving because of the way theyâre speaking so naturally to you, clearly attempting to make you more comfortable.
âi love history, actually,â you timidly express with a small smile towards the professor, causing him to smile back softly.
âoh, really? thatâs good to hear,â geto expresses sweetly.
âpft,â gojo playfully teases, âphysics is much more fun than history.â
professor nanami, whoâs a calculus professor simply sighs and doesnât interject on the topic. if he did care enough to say something, heâd say school isnât meant to be âfun,â but to improve on oneâs learning.
âphysics is just over analyzing things that dont need it,â professor geto dismisses mockingly, setting down his coffee cup and giving it a slight push to emphasize his point. âlike pushing and pullingâit doesnât really need an explanation.â
you glance back and forth between the two playfully bickering, finding it amusing to see your professors acting so lighthearted together up close.
âat least weâre living in the future, history is just the study of whatâs already happened,â gojo banters back, âboringâ been there done that.â
professor geto rolls his eyes lightheartedly before continuing to sip his coffee.
âright, my new favorite little student?â gojo sings as he nudges your side with his elbow, making you jerk a bit.
âoh- i donât know,â you laugh nervously, still flickering back and forth from the two.
âdonât bring a student into your foolish nonsense,â nanami intervenes, making gojo âbooâ at him.
âno no, i wanna know too,â professor geto huffs with a soft smile, ignoring nanami, âhistory or physics?â
âyou wont get in trouble~ câmon, choose,â gojo taunts with a smile.
you gulp as you eye the both of them awaiting your answer, anxious to be put on the spot and for both attractive professors to have their eyes solely on you.
âsorry,â you say with a slight cringe at geto, âphysics is just so engagingâ not that i donât love history too though.â
âahh,â gojo calls out boisterously, âlooks like i win.â
geto acts as if heâs been shot in the chest, though not very dramatically. âand here i thought you loved my class.â
âi do!â you claim with a small smile as gojo wraps his arm around your shoulder and forces your head to rest slightly on his chest.
âitâs okay,â gojo says to you in a teasing whisper though heâs looking at geto, âyou can tell him his class sucks, heâll only take it partially up the ass.â
âlanguage,â nanami monotones with his tired eyes focused on his salad.
âoops!â gojo brushes him off nonchalantly as he briefly squeezes your shoulder with his hand thatâs so large that his finger tips graze the side of your chest, âweâre all adults here, right?â
after a moment of silence, your confused gaze flickers from the two professors eyeing you and then up at gojo before growing flustered again.
âohâ umâ yeah, iâm twenty two,â you explain with an internal cringe that you made them wait for your answer.
âsee?â gojo sings as he moves to rest his forearms back on the table, âa little cursing wonât send her to the corner to think on her actions.â
nanami simply rolls his eyes.
geto snickers, clearly amused by how his two friends treat you as though you're some naive young woman, despite being only six years younger than him and gojo, and even closer in age to nanami.
âdefinitely wonât,â geto adds on with a soft genuine smile, despite the way heâs obviously joining in on gojoâs teasing, âyou do curse, right?â
you blink at him and let out a playful, hesitant huff, half-expecting them to laugh it off as a rhetorical joke, but they seem seriousâaside from the barely hidden amusement they're clearly enjoying.
âuhâ yes,â you answer slightly humiliated to be forced to say that aloud to the older men who know damn well already that you curseâ since you were fourteen in fact.
ânaughty,â gojo teasingly points at you as if reprimanding you, âso then, whatâs your favorite one?â
âmy favorite,â you pause with a confused twitch to your brow, though youâre already aware of what heâs asking, âcurse word?â
he hums with a smile and nods.
âumâ i guess,â you clear your throat as the tips of your ears heat up ,âfuck.â
youâre aware itâs not taboo to curse in front of them since youâre all adults, but it still feels a bit wrong because of their statusâ as though youâll get in trouble or something.
gojo lets out a bubbly laugh as geto chuckles airily.
âthatâs a good one,â gojo speaks through giggles, âmy favorite too.â
you awkwardly extend your arms and clasp your hands together, then squeeze your thighs around your hands, a harsh heat rising to your face as you chew on your inner cheek with a smile that feels mandatory.
you glance at your friends, who are still watching you intently, bickering among themselves about what you might be discussing and how gojo seems to be laughing, before turning your attention back to your professors.
âanyways,â gojo sings, crinkling up his cookie wrapper and moving to face you with one ankle lazily resting over his knee, âwe ate together, you love my class, and now i know your favorite curse word. iâd say that means weâre officially friends, donât you?â
âuh-â your brows twitch slightly, unsure of what heâs getting at, âi suppose.â
âgood~!â he sings cheerfully, âthen that means you can help me out with something, riight?â
you glance at the other professors who eye gojo, unsure of what heâs saying.
âlike what?â you question curiously, expecting some kind of paperwork help again.
âwhat was that thing that you said to me the other day?â he asks but it seems as though this isnât the answer to your question of what he wants from you yet, more of a preface to it.
you choke on your spit briefly before uttering a respectful âexcuse meâ and wiping your mouth with a handkerchief professor nanami offers you as heat burns in your cheeks and ears.
âw-what did i say? i didnât say anything to you the other day,â you ramble as you clench the handkerchief in your lap.
âoh, you remember!â gojo says with a giggle, genuinely believing your claim but urging to refresh your memory, âsomething about my pants?â
at this, nanamiâs dissatisfied expression towards the situation and generally at gojo turns into a slightly cocked brow at you in curiosity. getoâs curiosity seems to be piqued as well, quietly sipping on his coffee as his gaze lands on you.
âoh,â you gulp and attempt to hold a poker face, âiâ uhâ donât really remember.â
âeither way,â gojo waves you off casually, âit feels like my students are acting off lately and since weâre such good friends now, i thought youâd be able to tell me what your peers are up to.â
gojoâs words make you realize that your encounter with him wasnât the only one heâs had like it recently; the rumor has become quite popular, and youâre honestly surprised none of the teachers seem to know about it.
âis this about that rumor?â geto questions gojo curiously, making your brows perk up.
âwhat rumor?â gojo repeats with interest, leaning into the table towards geto.
geto and gojo turn towards you comically simultaneously and even nanamiâs eyes are on you, waiting for you to elaborate.
just as youâre about to respond, your mouth closes abruptly when a loud voice rings out across the cafeteria, piercing through the chatter and ensuring that everyone within earshot can hear it.
itâs a male student attempting to imitate what he believes are a womanâs moans, dramatically punctuating his performance with a semi-coherent sentence that escapes his lips in an exaggerated tone.
âfuck~ how big is it, professor gojo?â with a clearly mischievous grin, the male student shouts before sprinting off with his friends, their laughter echoing behind them as they make their exit.
a few days after the humiliating lunch with your favorite professors, you approach the door of professor gojoâs classroom with intentions to play the role of messenger once again and return a stack of files that professor geto requested of you.
but as your fingers graze the cracked door door, ready to swing it open, your face drains of blood as your hand hesitates at the sight of professor gojo in his desk chair, jerking himself off with his brows pinched and lips slightly parted.
his infamous cock, the one that's been on everyoneâs mind lately, stands proudly amidst his unbuttoned slacks and a tuft of white hair, a sheen of moisture highlighting its pink hue. his large hand strokes it slowly and knowingly, coaxing clear, milky fluid to weep from the tip as if heâs purposefully teasing himself.
as you watch another bead of pre-cum dribble out, swiftly gathered by his thumb to provide extra lubrication for its impressive length. you can't help but gawk, fully aware now that the infamous rumor is undeniably true.
satoru gojoâs dick is huge.
you almost act appropriately, preparing to back away and return the files to geto with some half-assed excuseâ but when a throaty groan escapes his lips as his hips stutter upward into his hand, you pause.
metaphorical drool leaks from your lips as you abandon all morals and watch through the crack of the door as your professor gets himself off in the empty classroom he teaches inâteaches you in.
after a few frustrating strokes with his shirt getting in the way, he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside, showing off his sculpted body as his abs and bicep clenches and releases with every desperate hump into his hand.
the first time he speaks makes you jump, guilty mind immediately assuming youâre caught but when you hear what he whines out, your eyes widen briefly in a trance as your chasm pushes out a drool of slick to pool into your panties.
âyeah? if you want it then touch itâ better yet let me open you up?â
itâs as if heâs drifting into a daydream, moaning out words to deepen his immersion in the fantasy. you find it all too familiarâ when the sensation of holding your bladder for too long, the pressure teasing sensitive spots, lures you to envision that pressure as a lengthy cock pushing against your walls in a vivid reverie, or when youâre all alone and grind against a surface you know you shouldnât, imagining it to be someoneâs face.
itâs as if his words are steeped in a fantasy of breaking someone in, his fist tightening around the tip as he delivers short, forceful thrusts, never going beyond the upper middle of his cockâlike heâs trying to force his way into a tight cunt that he canât seem to penetrate.
âo-oh! there we go,â he hisses, finally pushing past that first metaphorical ring of muscle and jerking his tight fist all the way down to the base where his white fluff is, âwasnt soâ nghâ bad was it? gonâ move now.â
he then keeps his fist wrapped firmly around the underside of his tip, rhythmically thrusting all the way up into his unmoving hand like heâs actually thrusting balls deep into pussy. his jaw is clenched tightly, a conflicted expression etched on his face as his eyes shut tightly and his head tilts back, as if heâs desperately trying to control the pace, fighting the urge to cum too quickly.
âaww,â he coos through humps, the sound strained as he fights to suppress a whine, his tone trembling with every movement, âdonât cry babyâf-fuckâ itâll feel real good in a second.â
your knees grow weak as you chew on your bottom lip, your lidded, glazed eyes glued on his trembling body. you expected the outgoing, dominant professor gojo to remain silent and maturely stoic in the throes of pleasure, but itâs a happy surprise that here he isâ a quivering, whiny mess, embarrassingly lost in the fantasy of fucking a crying virgin? who seems to be sobbing at the sheer size of him.
his virgin fantasy would be amusing if the sight wasnât so fucking hot, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the way his clothed thigh muscles and exposed abdomen tenses and relaxes with every jut into his fist.
then, as he repeatedly murmurs "harder? sure you can handle that?" in a breathless cadence, he seems unable to resist the urge to finally allow his fist to aid his hips, thrusting his hips against his helping hand in a desperate pursuit of that mounting desire.
âiâm sorryâ iâm sorryâfuck!â he suddenly moans, the sound louder than anything heâs made thus far, and maybe if you werenât heart-eyed at the sight of ropes of cum splurting from his tip, you would have glanced around the hallway to ensure no one was witnessing thisâ or witnessing you witnessing this.
as the realization hits you that heâs apologizing because heâs creaming inside his fantasy virgin girl, you canât help but let out a soft, deep satisfied breath as one thigh rubs against the other in deep need for friction.
his shaft twitches as cum travels through it, making it feel as though youâre able to see the anatomy of it all, how the muscles in his cock contract and twitch rhythmically to propel milky semen to shoot out and splatter against his clenched, glistening abdomen and hand, some even landing on his black slacks.
you salivate watching as he whines through it, like he canât handle the high of it, like heâs a victim to his own self induced orgasm. but when the short moment subsides, and you watch as he sighs deeply in satisfaction before tucking his still- hard dick back into his slacks, you gulp and straighten up.
you turn toward the exit, the door you were just peeking through to your right. just as youâre about to speed walk all the way to your dorm to shamelessly rub yourself into next week, you briefly clench your eyes shut and let out a soft exhale, mentally cursing yourself for succumbing to the urge to see what would happen if you entered his classroom.
before you realize it, youâre pushing open his door, surprisingly successfully concealing your amusement as you watch him jump slightly and clear his throat at the sight of you. he quickly straightens his shirt and leans the front of his hips against his desk, hands resting atop it lazily.
âoh, iâm sorry,â you say contorting your face into an innocent student who feels bad for potentially disturbing their professor, âdid i interrupt something? i should have knocked, i can come backââ
âhuh? ohâno, no, of course not,â he nervously huffs, his natural playful nature tinted. he glances at the clock on the wall before flickering back at you, âitâs late, whatâs up?â
âprofessor geto wanted me to give these to you,â you smile respectfully as you set the pile of files onto the desk, eyes lingering on the white stain of leftover cum on his slacks.
âahâ i see, thank you.â he lifts the first file, feigning interest at the front of the one beneath it, which reveals nothing but a name. his gaze then flicks up to meet yours thatâs trained elsewhere, and you quickly look away from the stain, warmth creeping into your cheeks as you realize he noticed your wandering attention.
by the look on his face, itâs clear he doesnât know exactly what made you flustered; he simply recognizes that heâs caught you off guard, his expression neutral yet attentive.
âitâs no big deal,â you dismiss, hands intertwined behind your back as you rock back on your heels and glance around the room like youâre observing it even though youâve been in this classroom more than fifty times by now.
his eyes dart down to his pants where your gaze had lingered curiously, and they widen in realization. he clears his throat and hastily shifts the pile of files to conceal his front where the cum stain is, a hint of fluster crossing his features.
âis there anything else i can help with?â he questions, making you hum in thought.
âactuallyâ yeah,â you nod with âgenuineâ concern, making his head tilt in slight curiosity.
âcan you break me iââ you can hear his breath catch as his body stiffens, his ears perking up at your familiar words, making the corner of your lips twitch smugly and undetectably, ââi mean, can you break in my grade a little for this semester? i just really need those credits, maybe thereâs some extra work i can help with?â
he blinks for a moment and then shakes his head to dispel his thoughts, laughing lightheartedly at himself for clearly mishearing you.
ârightâ uhâ extra credit you said?â he repeats, face contorting in one thatâs trying desperately to focus.
you hum and nod.
âhonestly, professor, iâve been struggling,â you frown, making his brows twitch in sympathy, âitâs been such a big load lately, so big itâs hard to cope with. itâs so hard to fit into my schedule that i canât help but cry trying to fit it all in.â
gojo swallows hard, his jaw briefly tightening as a charged silence stretches between you. his intense gaze locks onto you while you look down at your feet, a genuine expression of stress tugging at your pout.
when he doesnât speak, you lift your eyes to him, curiosity prompting you to see whatâs keeping him quiet. your gaze seems to pull him from his trance, and he blinks, startled back to the moment.
âi- um- iâm really,â he sighs, licking his lips briefly, â-sorry itâs been so hard for you, sweet girl.â
you canât help but let your eyes flutter shut at the pet name, a rush of warmth flooding through you as you inhale sharply. instantly, you rub your eyes, pretending to fight back tears, determined to cover your reaction.
âi-itâs okay,â you murmur as you keep your face in your hands, making him sigh and walk around his desk to stand in front of you and lean back against it.
he reaches out and affectionately pats your head, prompting you to peek out from behind your hands and look up at him. slowly, you lower your hands to your sides, concealing the excitement bubbling inside you at his petting.
âwe can figure out how to get you some easy extra credit so itâs a bit smoother for you, okay?â he coos softly, sympathy for his struggling student evident in his tone but itâs tinged with a deep raspy whisper.
âyou should be having fun in college, going to parties and having fun with your friends, not crying over assignments.â
you hum softly in agreement with a nod, more aware of his prolonged touch against the top of your head and closeness of your bodies than whatever heâs saying about school.
âyouâre right,â you huff, as if suddenly embarrassed of yourself, âiâve never even been to my first college party or had the chance to find my first boyfriend.â
he takes a deep breath, exhaling just as fully as he clenches his teeth, causing rhythmic dimples to appear and vanish in his jaw before he finally pulls his hand away from your head.
ât-thatâs nothing to be ashamed of,â he briefly scratches at the back of his neck before shoving his hands into his pockets as if to keep himself in check, âyour.. firsts should be special.â
you canât help but let a smile grow on your face before nodding with gleaming eyes up at him.
âwell anyways, iâll make sure to have a hand ready whenever you have a job for me,â you say, making him cough on his spit and quickly clear his throat to regain composure.
âright,â he nods with pinched brows, as if conflicted, âiâllâuhâ make sure to look for some assignments for you.â
âthank you,â you smile, gaze flickering down at his pants once again, face suddenly growing serious making gojo follow your eyes, âoh no, you have a stain on these.â
âoh,â gojo holds his hands out with a nervous chuckle as you sink down to your knees in front of him, âitâs no big deal, itâs fine. just got someâ uhâ mayonnaise on it from my sandwich.â
âno, no, these had to be more than a couple hundred dollars,â you glance up at him, brows raised, surprised by how unbothered he seems about ruining his expensive pants.
gojo gulps and shakes his head with shaky breaths, âiâll just buy moreâ itâs really nothing you need to worry about.â
âi donât mind, i actually have a little trick thatâs been passed down in my family,â you explain with a smile, âit seems silly but it really works!â mayo you said?â
âyeah, mayo. but, seriouslyââ gojo cuts himself off with a sharp gasp, his eyes widening in shock, freezing with hands hovering in the air, as if unsure of where to settle them as you press your lips to the stain and start sucking on it. he can feel you even lap your tongue at it skillfully as your eyes flutter shut in concentration while occasionally tilting your head to find a better angle as if this were completely ordinary.
his eyes flick between the classroom door and you, your mouth pressed against his upper thighâ terrifyingly close to where his hard, throbbing dick is getting even harder with every suck of your pretty little mouth on his cum stain.
as if being slightly brought back to earth when the thought arises that someone could walk in, he tangles his hand into your hair and gently nudges you to stop with a âahâ ah no no no, wait,â despite the way he canât help but roll his eyes back softly. and even though the tug on your hair lacks any real conviction, you still do what he asks and pull back, licking your lips as you gaze up at him.
before he can even say anything, you gesture at the stain and he glances down to see that itâs now non existent, you sucked it all out, the thought making his dick pulse out a glob of pre into his boxers.
âall gone,â you smile up at him, acting unaware of his hand still tangled in your hair, âsee? nice trick, right?â
he gulps as you stand, making him take his hand back awkwardly and shove them both into his pockets in attempt to cover his protruding dick. he canât help but be thankful for that silly rumor going around about him now that heâs popping a very obvious boner, hoping that rumor is aiding to make it seem like maybe heâs just that big naturally while soft instead of being terribly hard right now.
âr-rightâ uhâ thank you,â he nods, pursing his lips briefly as he grapples with what just happened. thanking you for sucking his cum out of his slacks without your knowledge of what you actually just ingested causes guilt but not as much as it sends blood to his cock.
you nod and smack your lips briefly with a laugh, âweird tasting mayo.â
he almost chokes on air at your words, making the apples of his cheeks flush pink, âo-oh, yeah i get theâumâ vegan.. kind.â
you hum with a sweet smile, âitâs actually pretty tasty.â
and now he actually does choke on air, making him cough and curl into himself as he tries to catch his breath.
âprofessor? you okay?â you ask as you lay a comforting hand onto his back, unable to push away the amused smile on your expression now that he canât see your face as heâs huddled over.
he finally catches his breath and exhales deeply before gulping and standing straight once again.
âyeah- yes,â he clears his throat, âyou should probably get back to your dorm, itâs late.â
you glance back at the clock and then nod with a smile.
âoofâ it is late. thanks again for being so willing to give me extra credit, iâll see you in class tomorrow.â
you approach the exit with a growing smile before pulling the door open. holding it wide, you glance back at him over your shoulder, your expression warm.
âyouâre definitely my favorite professor,â you compliment sweetly before turning back to the door.
he lets out a chuckle that doesnât sound so genuine, prompting you to stifle a snicker as you walk through the door. you can't help but relish the thought that he has no idea you've been teasing him all along, believing himself to be the perv when, in reality, you've been subtly planting ideas in his mind since the moment you stepped into the room.
âhave a good daâ night,â he calls back, stuttering over his words, fully aware that youâve already slipped out the door and likely out of earshot.
frustration and embarrassment he hasnât felt since his highschool days washes over him as he drags his hands down his face, muttering at himself, âwhat the hell is wrong with you?â
he quickly winces at the realization that his hand likely still has remnants of cum on it and he snaps it away from his face with a grimace before gathering his things to go home. maybe heâll call nanami to confess his sins, not that heâs a priest, but he would undoubtedly have an earful to say about it. it feels like he deserves some kind of punishment for allowing a student to unknowingly taste his cum.
you canât help but clasp your hands over your beaming smile in disbelief and amusement as you pace out of the hallway, practically bursting to call nobara and share every detail of what just happened.
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gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]
in holy matriphony ch1. he said yes!! congrats!!
á° pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)
á° summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, n have been taking care of your sick mom ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.
á° genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s
á° warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!
á° chapter. 1/x (probably 10)
á° words. 7.8k
a/n. hellooo omg welcome to this debut chapter!! tysm to everyone who wanted to be on taglist for this!! i was gagged at the amount of people!! yall are amazing omg n thanks for supporting my works :''') hope you enjoy this chapter and i will see all you lovelies at the bottom <33
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Love thy neighbor.
Cherish thy neighbor.
Tolerate thy neighbor.
Peacefully coexist with thy neighbor.Â
Fuck thy neighbor? No, wait, not that one.
Itâs murder thy neighbor. That was the phrase you were looking for.
Murder thy neighbor so gruesomely that youâd leave no trace behind. Murder him and bury him somewhere no one could ever find him, so that even in millions of years from now when some other highly advanced mammalian species overtakes the planet and embarks on journeys to acquire fossils, thy neighbor will still never grace the atmospheric oxygen of the earth ever again. Itâs the punishment heâd deserve for thoroughly pissing you off at the worst times possible and in the worst ways possible. The smallest of prices to pay.
âSATORU!!!â you yell, storming up the sudsy driveway of your next-door neighborâs house at eight in the morning, clad in your dirty scrubs from the hell of a night shift you just endured working at the hospital, glass containers inside the lunchbox you were holding hitting painfully against the poor joint in your knee but you just donât care. Anger is all you can see right now.
Your neighbor (derogatory) stands there in his pajamas with a spray nozzle in his hands, passively spraying water across the top surface of his car, and when he sees you, he pulls his left airpod out of his ear and looks you up and down once. Youâre pretty sure thereâs steam coming out of your ears. âUh, do you mind? Iâm trying to wash my car.â
âHow many fucking times do I have to tell you not to park your stupid boat in front of my driveway?!â you yell at him, voice hoarse and nails digging into the skin of your palms by the clench of your fists.
âHm?â he leans back a little to glance past you to his boat. âOh, you mean my 2023 Boston Whaler 220 Dauntless with low profile bow rail welded stainless steel, Mercury FourStroke hydraulic power steering and, not to mention, a platinum gelcoat hull? That silly old thing? Itâs not even parked in front of your driveway.â
âYes. It is. Are you blind? I canât move my car into my garage, hence why itâs running idle on the fucking street right now. Your boatâs on my property.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âYes. It is.â
âNuh-uh.â
âUh. Yuh-huh.â
âHoney. Iâm a real estate agent. You donât think Iâd know where my own property line starts and ends?â
âPark. It. On. Your. Drive. Way.â
âI spent a lot of money on that boat,â he sighs, âI intend to show it off on the street. Stop acting like there isnât more than enough room for your tiny prius. Itâs not my fault you have the motor skills of a toddler and donât know how to pull into a driveway,â he pauses for a second and tilts his head upwards in thought, âOh. Motor skills, haha, get it? Fuck, thatâs funny. Hold on, I gotta jot that down,â he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his cotton plaid pajama pants, âmy niece would love that. She gets all giggly about puns these days. Itâs her birthday next weekend, by the way, turning five.â
âOh, right,â you scratch the top of your head (been too busy to wash your hair), and realize the ponytail you threw your hair up into at the beginning of your shift last night is now barely hanging on for dear life, âI forgot to tell you, but my cousin said he canât rent that pony out for her birthday party anymore. Apparently it died.â
He stares at you. âOh.â
âYeah.â
âDamn.â
âMm.â
He shrugs. âThatâs fine, thanks anyway,â he swipes up on his phone, âthey had crazy hair day at my nieceâs elementary school yesterday, wanna see a picture?â
âSure.â
He turns his phone to show you. âMy sister let her cut her hair a little shorter this time since she wouldnât stop asking. I guess all her friends at school were cutting theirs short too so they wanted to be matching.â
âAww,â you pout with a small smile when you see the picture, âI think it suits her. Thatâs a lot of glitter though, yâknow that stuffâs really bad for the environment.â
âYeah,â he agrees, turning his phone screen back to face him, âanyway. I was halfway convinced you just came from some crazy hair day when I saw you stomp up my driveway just now.â
âIâm gonna guillotine your head off with the trunk door of my car. Now move your boat.â
âHold on one sec,â he says, holding a finger right up to your face, and you flinch backwards slightly before going cross-eyed to stare at it, and then youâre glaring at him again. His phone is ringing in his hand. âI gotta take this.â
âWhaââ you try to interrupt him, but he just says shhh and shakes his finger in front of you, which makes you want to bite it off.
âHi, Donna!â he exclaims into his phone, âso good to hear from you. Oh, no, not at all, you caught me at the perfect time. Iâm just washing my car. Nah, youâre not interrupting anything.â
The urge to smack him consumes you.
âOh okay, cool, Iâm glad you took some time to think about it. Let me know when you want to meet again, if youâre still interested in the house, we can make an offer. Uh huh. Yeah. Sorry, whatâs that? Oh,â he pulls his phone from his ear to look at the time, âyeah, thatâs fine. Is that the one on 6th street? Sure, Iâll see you then. By the way, how was little Tommyâs soccer game yesterday?...Aw, thatâs okay, heâll get the next one. Hm? Yeah, whatâs up? Oh, you know that Iâd love to, and thereâs no one that enjoys your green bean casserole more than I do, but Iâm actually busy tonight! I know! Bummer! Maybe some other time? Alright. Yeah, thanks, you too. Take care. Bye.â He presses the end call on his phone, and thereâs an awkward silence as he narrows his eyes at the screen in concentration for a moment while typing something onto it, and then the corner of his eye catches sight of something in his periphery, that something being you, and he jumps a little.
âOh fuck,â he places a hand on his chest and exhales, âI didnât know you were still standing there.â
âIâm seriously going to whack you across the face with my lunch box right now.âÂ
âThat gigantic industrial lunch box you carry around for your 12-hour shifts?â he points at your hand, âyouâd have blood on your hands. Iâd be dead.â
âYeah, thatâs the goal, idiot.â
âYouâre so fucking violent, jeez, I bet the inside of your head looks like the inside of Jeffrey Dahmerâs. How do you sleep at night?â
âWith fifteen milligrams of melatonin, blackout curtains, a satin sleeping mask, and in the mornings.â
â...that didnât make you sound like any less of a serial killer.â
âWhatever, at least I donât have a complex for elderly divorced women. You know that what you do for work isnât any better than prostitution, right?âÂ
âOkay. Now I have to hear where youâre going with this.â
You cross your arms across your chest, and your gigantic industrial sized lunch box with the millions of glass containers inside of it hits your hip painfully, enough to warrant a wince, but you keep a straight face as to not show any weakness. âYou flirt with vulnerable women who have just gotten out of probably extremely heartbreaking marriages from their cheating country golf club husbands, and pretend to care about all their drama, just so that theyâd buy a house from you. I literally heard you say to a lady the other day,â and you do your absolute best to mock him in the most insulting way possible, ââitâs okay Lorraine. If youâre still struggling to fill your new house with someone new too, then you know where to find me.ââ
âYeah. She wanted to rent out her guest bedroom. I was gonna help her look for tenants.âÂ
âO-Oh,â you stutter, but stand up straighter, âdoesnât matter. You still pimp yourself out for a sale.â
âSo what if I do? Iâm hot, why wouldnât I take advantage of that? You couldâve done the same thing too, but you didnât, and now youâre stuck working miserable nursing shifts that are probably taking years off of your lifespan.â
âYouâre the one taking years off of my lifespan. Now move your fucking boat.â
He sighs and slips his phone back into his pocket before walking past you to your car, that still had the driverâs side door open and was idle in the middle of the street.
âW-Where are you going?â you ask.
âIâm gonna park your car in your garage for you,â he says, waving his hand up in the air dismissively because he knows youâre about to protest, and then he ducks his head into your car, reaching his arm in for the lever that moves the seat backwards, and adjusts it all the way back before heâs able to take a seat at the wheel. And your yelling is a pestering he pays no mind to as he shuts the door.
âWaitâ I didnât give you permission toââ you shout as you step into your driveway, holding your arms out because youâre scared heâs gonna chip off your side mirror on the stern of his boat, but he deftly pulls your car into the driveway. He also almost runs you over in the process.
When he gets out of your car inside your garage, you storm right up to him and yank your car keys out of his hand. âYou almost flattened me over my own driveway.â
âWell, you shouldnât have been standing there,â he easily retorts and leans against your car before crossing his arms over his chest. âAlso, case proven, thereâs more than enough space to pull your car in. Youâre just piss poor at parking.â
âI swear to fucking god. If youâre ever in a life-threatening emergency and wind up at my hospital, your emergency isnât going to be the thing that kills you, itâs gonna be the cocktail of deadly meds I inject straight into your veins. And Iâll have it charted like it was a death of natural causes.â
His brow furrows and he frowns, but itâs in that sarcastic way that tells you heâs not threatened by you, and the idea of using the taser in your purse on him is briefly entertained in your mind, âIâve got Kaiser, hun,â he says, âI wouldnât go to just any regional hospital for healthcare. Put some damn decorum on my name, Jesus.â
âHow is it youâre stupid, an asshole, have a sick fetish for elderly women, and also somehow classist at the same time? Can you pick a struggle please?â
âStop saying I have a fetish for elderly women,â he hisses at you, âespecially with that loud obnoxious voice of yours. Our neighbors are gonna think Iâm a creep.â He pretends to shiver.
âBut itâs true. I bet you lost your virginity to a fifty-year-old cougar the day you turned eighteen. And to one that was probably grooming you even before then, too.â
His eyes widen. âDamn. Howâd you know.â
âThat youâre a victim?â you ask, tone derisive, âyour entire personality is living proof. Please seek help.â
He rolls his eyes. âI was never groomed, and I didnât lose my virginity to an elderly woman,â he corrects you, â...although said woman was a little older than me.â
âIâve literally got no fucking interest in this conversation anymore. Get the fuck out of my garage,â you practically spat at him, âthe last thing I need to deal with after getting off of a 12-hour night shift is coming home to your stupid face out on the street.â You push past him, making sure to nudge him with your shoulder but he hardly budges, and you lose balance from your own attack, and now youâre doubly pissed off before you make it to the door with your keys jingling in your hand to find the right one to unlock it.
âGood night,â he calls out to you, and you click the button on the garage door so that it starts closing, and watch him as he panics before ducking his head underneath it to make it outside before you can essentially lock him to rot inside of your garage, and then you shut the door behind you, finally inside the comfort of your home.
Ah. Silence.
But it was never a comfortable one.Â
âMom?â you call out as you open the door out of the laundry room to make it into the living room, and your eyes scan the floor. You donât see her in the kitchen, or on the couch in front of the TV, sometimes she spends time in the pantry room but sheâs not in there today. You round the corner over to where the front entrance of the house is, and you see her standing there, peering out of the window to the other houses on the streets. She holds her hands loosely behind her back, and sheâs so still she could be a statue.
âHey,â you say to her, softly, so as not to startle her. âIâm home.â
She looks over her shoulder at you, and you realize her line of sight was set to next door, where you see Gojo has resumed the wash of his car. âWhy are you yelling at that sweet boy across the lawn?â she asks you, âhe helped me fix the air conditioning last week.â
Your eyes widen slightly, but then you sigh. Typical Gojo getting involved where he should really just mind his own business. âIâm pretty sure by fix you mean he just pressed a bunch of buttons on the thermostat until it started working again.âÂ
She doesnât respond as she continues to stare out onto the street, tilting her head slightly while deep in thought, like sheâs trying to make sense of what she sees.Â
âMom,â you gently tug her sleeve, âI think you should get away from the window and get some rest. You look tired, and I need to take you for chemo in the afternoon.â
She gently pulls her elbow away from your grip of her sleeve and turns to look at you. âMom?â she repeats after you, âwhy are you calling me âmomâ? Who are you?â
Your blood runs cold from her words, but you donât have the time or the luxury to react in the way that you want to, and so you suck in a deep breath. It was one of those days. But itâs cruel that sheâll remember your neighbor and not her own daughter. âIâm your daughter,â you gently reintroduce yourself, to the woman who gave you life, âI know that might be a little weird to hear right now.â
âNoâŚâ she says, âI think that makes sense. Iâm sorry, dear, I think I have a bad memory these days.â She looks at you with concentration, studying the features of your face. âMy daughter, yes. You lookâŚoh, dear, you look like you should sleep.â
You nod slowly, releasing the breath you were holding. âYes. You too, mom.â
You place your gigantic industrial lunch box on the kitchen counter, and come back to hold your momâs hands as you lead her to her bedroom downstairs. By the time you fix her a small meal in the kitchen, bring it to her and make her eat so she can take her pills, sheâs ready to take a small nap and you know that youâve earned some sleep now too.
The upstairs master bathroom beckons you the second you get upstairs, and even though youâve been using the master bedroom & bathroom in this house ever since moving your mom downstairs four years ago since she had trouble getting up the stairs, it still feels odd to stand in front of the sink without a stool underneath your feet, like what you had to when you were a kid and your mother would braid your hair. Youâre a grown woman now, and as you stare at your reflection, youâre not sure if you can recognize yourself anymore. But rather than dwell on if it was because of any profound reason, you figured you just needed a shower and to get some sleep before you have to wake up again in five hours. Exhaustion is evident on your face, and you swipe under your eyes to get the smudge of mascara off before it tattoos your skin forever.Â
Hot water on your skin does little to help your drowsiness, but at least now you feel clean of your shift, and then you remember there are blood stains on your shoes from the stab wound patient that rolled in at 2AM last night, and you should really let them soak for a few hours while you sleep, but you just canât bother right now. Instead, you slip into something comfortable, draw your curtains back to mimic the dead of night in your room as best as you can, grab the bottle of melatonin sitting at your nightstand and pop a few tablets, feeling feverish as you slip into your sheets. You pull the comforter up over your eyes, a decision that is less ideal than using a sleeping mask since youâll be breathing your own carbon dioxide until you fall asleep now, but itâs okay. Itâs cozy under your blanket. Just this once. And you count sheep to make you sleepy. At least until the melatonin beats you to it.
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âYouâre looking better,â Dr. Johnson says to your mother as he accesses the port on her chest, âwere you able to get a good rest?â
Your mother nods and points to you. âMy daughter made me take a nap.â
âThatâs good,â he coos, âitâs good to get rest before chemo. Your daughter really cares about you.â
âI know,â your mother smiles up at you, âIâm so lucky.â You return her smile with one of your own.
Dr. Johnson starts to push the line of chemo into your motherâs port as she sits on the chair in the treatment lounge, and then stands up from his rolling chair before the nurse quickly moves to twiddle with the drip of the IV bag.Â
âReady for consult?â he asks you.
You grip your binder to your chest. âYeah.â
You walk into the doctorâs office, one youâve more than familiarized yourself with over the past couple of years, then take a seat across from Dr. Johnsonâs desk as he clicks through his computer before handing you a copy of your motherâs recent lab work.
âHer tumor markers are rising,â you say as you sift through the papers.
âThey are, weâll likely switch to monitoring them every four weeks going forward. But itâs okay, not to worry,â he says, âtumor markers can raise for all sorts of reasons unrelated to cancer.â
âShe had a cold last week,â you say, âmaybe itâs the inflammation?â
Dr. Johnson lets out a small laugh. âIâm sorry, y/n, sometimes I forget youâre a nurse.â He hums to himself as he pens down something on the notepad in front of him. âWhen was your motherâs last PET/CT scan?â
âIt was in February,â you say, âsheâs due soon. I was going to ask if you could order one for her.â
âYes, I will, Iâll do it right now,â he says as he types something into the computer. âYou still have the standing orders for her routine lab work, correct? Do my MAs need to send you the scripts?â
âNo, thatâs okay, I got them already. Good for six months,â you reassure him.
âAlright, perfect.â
Thereâs an awkward silence that settles in the room as you shift in your seat with the binder in your lap, full of all of your motherâs medical information and emergency department discharge packets and recent lab work and imaging. You mess with the plastic cover on top of it nervously.
âItâs good she remembers you today,â Dr. Johnson comments, âI remember last week you were upset she didnât.â
âOh,â you say, âyeah, Iâm sorry. Sometimes itâs hard.â
His eyes leave his computer screen for a second to look at you. âAre you doing alright?â
You nod slowly. You had to be alright, you had no other choice. âIâm fine, thanks,â you say, âum, actually, doc, I just wanted to share with you that Iâve been keeping track of my momâs Alzheimerâs progression.â You open your binder in your lap, pulling out a packet of papers and placing them on his desk, turning some of them towards him but he doesnât really spare a proper enough look. âIâve just been noticing sheâs progressively worsening a bit faster than her neurologist had projected.â
âOkay,â he says, sounding curt, and that nervousness comes back. But goddammit, youâre a nurse, you know how to deal with stubborn doctors. And itâs for your mother. There was no one else left to advocate for her except you.
âI was just wondering if we could also order a brain MRI for her?â you ask, âjust to rule out anythingâŚher brain fog has been bad, worse than usual, and Iâm just really worried about metastasis, especially if itâs a glioma, Iâd just want to catch it as soon as possible.â
You have sympathy for oncologists, really, you do. They must deal with paranoid family members all the time, but how could someone blame another for wanting whatâs best for their loved one? You donât think thatâs an empathy that anyone should ever lose, regardless of how long youâve been practicing medicine.Â
He sighs. âThereâs no indication for that right now, not with her response to treatment as well as her lab work. Iâd suggest we just wait on her next PET/CT results, and we can go from there. Letâs not get ahead of ourselves, okay?â
âI know,â you say, âbut her next scan isnât for another couple weeks, plus the week itâll take to have it read, itâll be far out, soâŚif we could just order it now?â
He interlocks his fingers and places his hands in front of him on the desk, looking at you with a stern face, but he glances down at the paperwork youâve sprawled in front of him with scribblings of all the detailed notes youâve been taking of your momâs responses to her Alzheimerâs treatments, with time stamps and descriptions of her mental state, and his furrowed brow relaxes slightly. He breathes in deep. âAlright. Fine, Iâll order one. I highly doubt weâll find anything, though. But since thereâs no clear clinical impression warranting a brain MRI right now,â he mentions as he directs his attention back to his computer, âI donât think insurance will cover it for you with the diagnoses I put in.â
âThatâs okay,â you quickly respond, âIâll pay for it.âÂ
You collect your imaging orders from the medical assistants at the center of the oncology floor. The chemo nurse, Mai, informs you that your mother still has about two hours left before her treatment is done, and she gently suggests you go eat something while you wait. You tell her itâs okay, that you want to wait with her, but she tells you the hospital cafeteria is serving tater tots today for tater tot tuesday, and those tater tots are to die for. But before you go downstairs to the cafeteria, you find a few minutes to cry in a one stall bathroom.
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âGod damn,â you hear your coworker, Hana, dreamily sigh as she leans on the handle on your standing mobile nursing work desk, and you trail her line of sight to the tight asses of the EMT men that walk by while rolling a stretcher. âItâs like being hot is a part of their job requirement.â
âUh-huh,â you agree mindlessly as you try to catch up on charting for the rounds you just ran on your patients around the emergency department beds.
4/20/2024 0200: patient notified of the importance of taking ibuprofen. Attempted to give pt the medication. Pt responded âsuck on this, bitchâ, gestured to his general groin area, then threw ibuprofen tablets at RN. pt upset and requests narcotics instead. Informed MD of ptâs behavior and request. MD will not order narcotic pain medication at this time. Will continue to monitor
âHowâs your mom doing?â Hana says, interrupting your typing as she turns to face you now.
âSheâs okay,â you say, continuing to punch keys as you stare at your monitor, âshe has a PET/CT soon. Itâs always nerve wracking when the next scan is coming up.â
âHave you given hospice any more thought?â she asks.
You stop typing and stare blankly ahead at your screen as your heart sinks a little. You have given hospice more thought, and you came to the decision about a week ago that you would go through with it. Itâs becoming so increasingly difficult taking care of your mom at home, more than you can manage with all of her doctorâs appointments, radiation appointments, chemotherapy appointments, all of which happen during the late mornings or early afternoons so you canât even properly rest on most days that you come home from night shifts. Even though you only work three shifts a week, you canât remember the last time you got a full, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep because of how messed up your circardian rhythm has become. You were practically a walking zombie, and you hardly felt like a person anymore. Youâre not going to switch to the day shift, because that would make it difficult to take your mom to her appointments, and also because you get paid extra with the night shift differential, and above all other necessities, what you really needed right now the most was money. Forget the fact youâre still in debt from nursing school, but you co-signed on the medical loans your mother had taken out for treatments, and five years of high acuity medical bills was a living nightmare. And you were living that nightmare.Â
âI did,â you say, âIâve been looking into hospices, but a lot of them are further away than Iâd like.â You glance down at your keyboard. âIâŚIâm going to miss having my mom home. Even though itâs hard to deal with her mood swings and stuff sometimes, I just think the house would feel really empty without her.â
âAw, my dear,â Hana sighs and rubs her hand up and down your arm soothingly, âIâm sure youâd love to have her home, but I think itâs becoming too much for you. I say this with love and care, but I canât remember the last time I saw you genuinely smile.â
Your eyes widen slightly from her words, and you release some of the tension in your shoulders, tension you didnât even realize you were holding onto during this conversation.
âItâs too much for just one person,â she continues, âwhile I understand you want to spend more time with your mom, the quality of time youâre spending with her could be so much better if you had some weight lifted off your shoulders, where youâre not worrying about her medication schedule or doctorâs appointments or blood draws and all that.â
You nod slowly and manage to give her a small smile, then place your hand over hers that was still soothing over your arm. âThanks, Hana. I know, I appreciate you looking out for me. IâŚI think Iâll look more seriously into hospices. Itâs just theyâre really expensive, too, so I have that to consider as well.â
âHmm,â she withdraws her hand from you and juts her bottom lip out as she looks up at fluorescent emergency department lighting. You hear a patient cough in the distance as your senses take in the ambient environment once again. âYâknow, thereâs this really great new hospice in town that functions as a general facility and also helps manage a lot of chronic diseases too. They have nurses there that do blood draws and everything, and they also transport patients to their affiliated hospital for treatments, like dialysis and chemo and stuff. My friendâs mom has breast cancer and was recently accepted into that hospice,â she tells you, pulling her phone out and looking through some of her messages, âI think itâs only a fifteen minute drive from your house.â
You tilt your head at her with interest, wondering why it didnât come up on your provider search through insurance, but regardless, it sounded too good to be true. âItâs probably really expensive. My momâs under the state insurance right now, but Iâve explored government insurance plans too and theyâre still really pricey. I just canât afford it, not with all of her cancer treatments, and adding her under my insurance isnât really going to be any better either.â
She groans. âI know. Whatâs with our healthcare plan? Youâd think as a hospital, theyâd choose better plans for their employees,â she sighs, and then stops to read some of the messages on her phone, âbut my friend said that her husband was able to add her mom as a dependant, and his insurance covers 90% of it. Iâm sure it depends on the illness, but they only pay a few thousand per month out of pocket.â
You blink at her. âReally? T-Thatâs insaneâŚdo you know what insurance her husband has?â
âIâm pretty sure itâs a Kaiser facility.â
âOh,â you sigh, âwell, they wouldnât accept state insurance. Thatâs a private HMO.â
âShoot,â Hana looks at you apologetically, âIâm so sorry, love, I forgot about that. Sorry to get your hopes up.â
âThatâs okay,â you smile at her, âthanks for trying. Iâm glad it worked out for your friend, at least.â
Hana glances at her watch and realizes her break is over, so she heads back to her side of the emergency department, and youâre left standing at the nursing station with thoughts running through your head now, and still catastrophically behind on charting.
Hmm.
Kaiser.
You swear someone mentioned that to you recently.
Or maybe you were just remembering another one of those ads you see on television at night. No, no, youâre pretty sure it came up in conversation with someone, but you canât remember when or why or what or where or who. Hmmmmm. Kaiser, Kaiser, Kaiser.Â
Nope. Nothing.
Oh well, maybe itâll hit you later.
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It hits you in the form of an intrusive memory when you wake up on a Thursday afternoon in a cold sweat after having a hallucinogenic melatonin dream where you were getting chased by a giant rabbit (donât ask).Â
Kaiser.
Gojo said he has Kaiser insurance.Â
And the idea that comes into your head after that is so ridiculous, so absurd, so positively bonkers that you have to slap the sleepiness off your face for a second to make sure youâre still not in some dream state of living, and the harsh sting on your cheek proves that youâre not. And the idea still persists. And now youâre swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, and grabbing your laptop, and opening it, and inputting your pin, and then spending a good three hours researching if this little idea of yours actually has any good level of merit to it, if it could even succeed, if it was even legal? You even find yourself on the phone with insurance representatives, and you stare at the tens of thousands of dollars of debt on your Excel spreadsheet where you keep track of your finances, and you feel the exhaustion in your bones, and you also remember how fucking annoying Gojo is. And yet still, the idea persists.Â
And when the pieces of the plan start to unfortunately fall into place, you say, fuck it. What was worse than potentially getting into six figures of debt? Itâll be fine.
But you can only hope he says yes.
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hello!! this is ellie, the author. so sorry to interrupt, there is still a bit left for this chapter, but i just wanted to jump in here real quick to explain for some of my readers that may not be american so they may understand readerâs desperation to financially cover the costs of her motherâs healthcare bills. this story is set in suburban america lol, where the healthcare system is so messed up honestly, and this excerpt from the book the body by bill bryson kinda explains:
âWhere America really differs from other countries is in the colossal costs of its health care. An angiogram, a survey by The New York Times found, costs an average of $914 in the United States, but only $35 in Canada. Insulin costs about six times as much in America as it does in Europe. The average hip replacement costs $40,364 in America, almost six times the cost in Spain, while an MRI scan in the United States is, at $1,121, four times more than in the Netherlands. The entire system is notoriously unwieldy and cost-heavy.â p360; â...America spends more on health care than any other nationâtwo and a half times more per person than the average for all other developed nations of the world. One-fifth of all the money Americans earnâ$10,209 a year for every citizen, $3.2 trillion altogetherâis spent on health care.â p359
unfortunately, a lot of how much you end up spending at the end of the day, depends significantly on the health insurance that you have. it could make the difference of spending a few hundreds to a few thousands to a few tens of thousands and beyond, just based on the insurance plan, even if the illnesses/treatments are exactly the same.
but yeah, just wanted to provide that context lol!! so you must understand readerâs desperation to save a buck!!!Â
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Youâre sitting at a table outside your favorite cafe in town, leg bouncing up and down underneath the surface impatiently and nervously, and you glance at the time on your phone for the fifth time within the past five minutes because youâre unable to alleviate any of the anxiety youâre experiencing right now. You hear the jingling of the cafe door behind you and then youâre a little startled when someone emerges in your periphery by your side.
You look up and see Gojo standing next to you, and you see he already went inside and grabbed a coffee to-go for himself.
âHey,â he greets you.
âHi,â you say with a small wave.
He takes a seat across from you. âWhat did you want to talk about?â he asks while he settles in and smooths down the fabric of his suit jacket. Heâs not wearing a tie, and has a couple of the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal some of the skin at his collarbone. Probably to seduce the divorced single moms, you think. âAnd if you called me here to try and convince me for the millionth time to pitch in for that fence you built six months ago, Iâm just gonna say no again. I didnât even want that fence built in the first place. It fucked up the roots on my avocado tree.â
âItâs a joint fence. Neighbors usually pitch in for that kind of stuff, asshole. At least normal neighbors do. You know I talked shit about you to everyone in the neighborhood when you refused to pay and all of them agree that youâre being a stuck-up prick about it?â
âYou know that I also talked shit about you to everyone in the neighborhood and they said the same exact thing about you?â
âWhaââ you gasp, blinking a few times from the betrayal, then mutter â...those two-faced bitchesâ under your breath.
âSo,â he pulls his sleeve back to glance at his watch, âwhat did you want? Iâve only got thirty minutes to talk before I need to head to an open house.â He brings his cup of coffee to his lips.
âOh. Right. Just a favor,â you say, âI was wondering if you could marry me.â
He almost spits out his coffee.
âE-Excuse me?â he croaks out, exasperated, and heâs coughing a little bit as he hits his chest with a fist to alleviate the irritation in his throat from some hot coffee that went down the wrong pipe.
âI mean, if itâs not an issue, Iâd really appreciate it if you could marry me,â you attempt to clarify, but you realize you probably shouldâve thought a little more about how you were going to ask him this, and now youâre too deep to backtrack, so you just hope youâll find the conversation along the way.
Heâs looking at your like youâve got six heads, brow furrowed and mouth hanging open slightly with that what the fuck? face you see him wear sometimes. But then he sits up a bit straighter, expression morphing into a curious one as he studies your face, head tilting a little in his scrutinization. Then, his face relaxes entirely. He has this knowing look as he nods up and down slowly, like he just figured something out, and then he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in some type of faux frustration. And you donât understand why youâre already seethingly angry about what heâs going to say next.
âOh god,â he sighs, âI knew this day would come.â
âHuh?â you squeak out.
âListen,â he says as he crosses his arms, but one of his hands comes out from where it was tucked in his elbow to waive around in the air as he articulates his words, âI know that Iâm very charming, and handsome, and chivalrous, one might say the modern knight in shining armorââ
âSatoru.â
ââand yes, Iâve seen the way you look at me,â he dramatically sighs, âwhen Iâm taking the groceries up the drivewayâŚwhen Iâm out mowing the lawnâŚwhen I stretch on the sidewalk before I go for a run. I feel your eyes on me like a hawk. Quite frankly, you look at me like Iâm a piece of meat, and I feel very violated by it sometimesââ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about???â
âBut I get it. Really, I do. Thereâs no need to be embarrassed about itââ
âIâm not embarââ
âIt was really only a matter of time before you would do this. So overcome by your feelings for me that you just had to go against the grain of centuries of matrimonial standards and swallow your gigantic pride to propose to me.âÂ
âOh my god, what the fuck are you sayingââ
âBut,â he says, collecting himself now, and taking in a deep breath, âmy answer is no. I mean, I shouldnât have to explain why. But I will. First of all, where the hell is my ring? Secondly, why arenât you on one knee in front of me right now? Also, in a cafe? Really? I thought you wouldâve known Iâd have liked something a little bit more romantic than this. Yâknow, private, but also where my familyâs somewhere around the corner. Maybe by the beachââ
âCan you stop talkinââ
ââwhile the sun is setting, and Iâm wearing a nice dress, and thereâs bubbles in the air and rose petals on the sand, and you tell me how enamored youâve always been of me, and how you canât wait to spend the rest of your life with me,â he indulgently sighs, âI mean, itâs every guyâs dream. But nooooo, of course youâve got no taste or sense for romance in any capacââ
âOH MY FUCKING GOD, FORGET THIS,â you stand up out of your chair, fast enough to where it almost falls backwards, and you grab your purse to sling over your shoulder, âI cannot believe I actually thought this plan would ever fucking work.â Youâre about to walk away from the table, because youâre realigned with the wisdom of exactly why you canât stand this man, when his hand reaches out quickly to grasp onto your wrist, to keep you still, and you jump a little from the contact. You look down, his hand unrelenting in its grip as his knuckles flex slightly, and youâre not sure if heâs ever touched you from how foreign the sensation feels.
âWait,â he says, and when you look at him, his eyes are a little wide like a puppy, âyouâre being serious?â
You yank your wrist out of his grip, but the warmth of his touch still lingers, and you wrap your own hand around it to distract yourself from it. âWhy would I just ask you to marry me out of nowhere if I wasnât being serious?â
He gives you a look like the answer to your question is obvious. âUh, to fuck with me?â
Youâre still holding onto your wrist, protectively pressing it against your chest with your back turned away from him slightly, and you look up at the sky for a brief second. Hm, perhaps you could have brought the favor up a bit better, and you realize it mightâve sounded insane on his end, and youâre also still thinking about the tens of thousands of dollars you could save if he said yes, and so you hesitantly open your body language up to him again.
âJust sit,â he sighs.
You take a seat across from him again, hands finding the warm coffee cup in front of you and you purse your lips together before tucking your bottom lip under your front teeth. You take a deep breath before speaking again. âIâŚIâm being serious. I was wondering if you could marry me as a favor, and not because I think youâre some type of irresistible man candy, god, where do you get your gigantic ego from?â
âIââ
âRhetorical question, shut it.â
He blinks at you. âWhat favor are you asking for thatâll be satisfied by me marrying you?â
You twiddle with your thumbs. âI want to put my mom in hospice,â you say, eyes flickering down slightly because youâre worried youâre about to tear up from the words, but when you realize youâve got enough conviction not to, you look back up at him, and his eyes on you are a little too observant, âmost of the hospices in town are further away than Iâd like, and really expensive, but I heard there was a Kaiser one nearbyâŚand that a lot of the costs are covered by insurance. So, if you married me, I could send my mom there. And also, under your insurance, the care network would be better, so I could get her a new oncologist and neurologist, and Iâd know sheâs being taken care of. AndâŚâ you clear your throat, âwell, itâll be a lot less expensive, so I can start to catch up onâŚwell, whatever, you get the picture.â
His eyes narrow at you in thought, and he glances at your hands on the table that are nervously fidgeting, and then his eyes meet yours again. âIâm not sure if you can add aâŚspouseâs parent to a healthcare plan?â
âYou can,â you say, âI already called to ask.â
âOh.â
âMhm.â
Gojo hums to himself, laying his palms flat on his thighs and rubbing them back and forth on the taut fabric a few times as he thinks with his gaze set off somewhere in the distance. It seems like heâs running through some algorithm of thoughts in his head, and then he slowly nods to himself when heâs made a decision.
âSure, Iâll do it,â he says.
âY-You will?â you ask him. Youâre uneasy at how easy it was to convince.
âYeah. I like your mom. Sheâs a sweet lady, and I want to see her get better.â
His words touch you. And not from the distance of a ten foot pole like youâd usually allow, but more intimate somehow. And you get the feeling you should thank him, but youâre still pissed off from when he almost ran you over on your own driveway earlier this week.Â
âReally?â you make sure, almost like youâre hoping heâll change his mind because now youâre suspicious as to why he agreed so quickly. And you realize heâs already making you paranoid.
âYeah. Iâm saying yes to your proposal, y/n,â he says, âI mean, a marriage is just a legal agreement. Not a big deal. Iâd want a prenup though, for obvious reasons. In case youâre a gold digger.â
You roll your eyes. âYouâre too cheap to even pitch in for a fucking fence. You think Iâd believe youâve got any gold to dig?â
He sighs. âI said in case.â
âWell, anyways, we can work out logistics and paperwork or whatever later,â you say, and you extend your hand out for him to shake it.
He raises an eyebrow at you. âUm. Youâre going to make me shake your hand over this?â
âYeah,â you shrug, âitâs the diplomatic thing to do.â
âYes,â he says, âfor a diplomatic agreement.â
âPrecisely,â you say. âThatâs exactly what this is.â
He hesitantly brings his hand up to shake yours, but you quickly withdraw yours at the last second. âNevermind. I donât want to touch you.â
âOkay,â he easily accepts, ânot how I expected to celebrate getting engaged, but whatever. By the way, whenâs the wedding? Are we doing, like, a shotgun destination type vibe? Or something a bit more grand?â
âJust be at the courthouse at noon on Sunday.â
âWhat?! This weekend? Thatâs too soon,â he panics, âI need time to pick out a dress, and I need to figure out who my bridesmaids are going to be, andââ
âSatoru. Seriously. Justâ...just shut the fuck up. Before the headache that youâve already given me gets worse.â
You two sit in silence for a moment, him just mindlessly staring at a butterfly that landed on the plant at the center of the table, and you just staring off into the void past him while contemplating every life decision youâve ever made. But thatâs how it always was between you two. As much as you hated to admit it, you were jealous of him in a lot of ways. In every way that you were fucked up, he was nonchalant without a care in the world. You wish you knew what that sort of peace felt like, and you wondered if he could show you. Maybe someday when he doesnât piss you off.
âSo,â he interrupts your thoughts, âare you gonna take my last name?â
âFuck no, Iâd rather die.â
âAlright, jeez, I was just asking.â
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[end of chapter 1]
a/n. yayy!!! he said yes!! omg congrats on ur engagement!!
haha this was a lot of fun to writeee :'') i've got sm fun ideas for this fic. yea this chap was supposed to be longer lol there's still some groundwork to lay w the side quests, but will def cover more of that in the next chapter!!! tysm to everyone that wanted to be on taglist omg i hope that you enjoyed <33 love uuu guysss smmmm
also my bad if some stuff doesnt make sense i'm tryna be less perfectionist when i'm editing so that i don't go insane đ
⸠take me to chapter two!
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FIRST WORD â girl dad!gojo satoru
girl dad satoru, established relationship (youâre married, it is indicated that you have two other kids besides the little one that appears in this drabble), nanami cameo, suggestive credits at the end (breeding hinted, just to be safe), sry this lowkey sucks + not proofread, i typed it out in 10 mins but i hope you enjoy!
satoru is trying really hard to get his little daughter to say âpapaâ, but oh well
âcome on, my life â say itâ
satoru, crouched down before the baby chair where his little daughter is sitting, a picture of his face in one hand while the other alternates between pointing at the photo and then at his face, slowly repeats, over and over, with utmost perseverance and patience, the first word he wishes his little one would utterâ
âpa-paâ, he carefully speaks, syllable by syllable. âpa-paâ, and again. âcome on, baby â at least you donât betray me, i know youâre papaâs girl â come on now, say itâ, he pleads.
this has been going on for the past few weeks.
your entire house currently looks like the room of a teenager where itâs posters on the walls and little trinkets on the shelves, courtesy of heavy hyperfixations. but instead of posters and trinkets itâs your husbandâs face, everywhere. kitchen, living room, hallways, your babyâs room â every-single-where and every-single-surface and wall has the photograph of your husbandâs face on it. he even purchased custom-made plushies and toys of himself, some of which are hanging from the musical baby mobile above your daughterâs crib â but instead of music itâs his voice, teaching his toddler through made-up songs how to say âpapaâ.
âsatoru, donât you think this is a little bit, umâ â, you once brought up, pausing to clear your throat, trying your best to sound softer while you say this. knowing how sensitive he is about the matter, and how devoted to have this innocuous win â ââŚtoo much? hm, love? itâs like youâre⌠brainwashing the babyâŚâ
lips immediately pursed, satoru pouted under his nose â âeasy for you to say, our two other kids said âmamaâ first â effortlessly, at that. let me have this one at leastâ
okay, you shrugged and backed off.
and this morning, as you sipped on your coffee, you silently watched your husband in the kitchen â kneeled down before the baby chair, going about his educational routine.
after he was done with the photos, he took your daughterâs hand and pressed her fingers on his lips, while he kept repeating the word âpapaâ. he said that this method allows the baby to see the way your mouth moves as you speak but also hear and feel the sound all at the same time. (he sure has read a lot of things on the internet)
but your little one remained silent, only giggling here and there as she poked around her fatherâs face, completely refusing to cooperate with him despite his desperate attempts.
it is an endearing sight, really. part of you felt pity for your husband, you cannot lie. he was trying so hard, and for what...
all of a sudden,
the doorbell rings.
âiâll take itâ, you quickly pad over to open the door.
itâs nanami â dropping by with some baked treats for the kids, as he often does. your children love him a lot. during dinner gatherings he always sneaks away to read them bedtime stories. even though he doesnât look like the type on the surface, he sure has a soft spot for children. and, truth be told, they are all naturally drawn to him as well. maybe itâs his calm demeanor and the sense of safety he brings along with his presence.
âah, thank you â these look so delicious, i am sure the kids will die for a biteâ, you chime, as you guide him into the kitchen.
âohâ nanami, itâs youâ, satoru casually points out without even turning his head to greet him, his eyes glued on his little daughter⌠who seems to be looking elsewhere, past her fatherâŚ
âŚat nanami.
a bit bothered by that, satoru shifts a little bit to the side, to block the view â to, once again, be the main focus in his daughterâs eyes. but, alasâŚ
she tilts her head, googly eyes glancing at the blond man behind her father.
she opens her mouth, a giggle first escapes, and thenâ
âna-naââ, she pauses⌠ââmiâ â a beam of laughter and her hands reaching forward, pointing at nanami.
silence in the kitchen befalls.
you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into laughter. itâs tragic but funny at the same time, and you know â in just a few seconds the real baby in this room will not be your daughter.
ânanamiâ, satoru slowly stands up, shoulders hanging low and voice â monotone and stern. âget outâ
p.s.: satoru makes a scene. he is absolutely devastated. you have to drag him away and pick up the pieces and calm him down. and, of course, he thinks â the only way to make things better is to give him another child. a new opportunityâŚand you need to get down to business, now. while nanami is babysitting downstairs.
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text message from satoru that reads âiâm so sweaty, babyâ + a photo attached and itâs just his cock leaking precum
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Just thinking about how much Satoru loves to make you feel good. He loves watching your face contort with pleasure, it's addicting.
âIs this good, babe?â
He checks up every now and then because he doesnât want to assume heâs doing something right. You find it very endearing, heâs the cutest.
âYeah Sa- Satoru. It feels so good.â You stumble over your words for a second, not thinking much of it.
âYou gonna cum?â A slight smirk covers the bottom of his face.
âYeah babe. Iâm so so close, please.â
He keeps his pace the same, not wanting to ruin your first orgasm of the night. His actions are very much appreciated as you feel a familiar heat building up inside you, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment. Satoru notices the way youâre squeezing his fingers more often and twitching constantly.
He attaches his lips to your pussy, plunging his tongue inside you. He has two fingers from one hand holding up the hood of your clit and his thumb from the other hand is rubbing fastening circles on your hardened nub.
âOh my fuckingggg goddd!!â You yell out as your orgasm washes over you.
Heâs husband material
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Satoru Gojo who eats pussy like a mad man.
Satoru Gojo who is the perfect switch. He can pound you into the mattress and make sure you canât walk in the morning or, get on his knees and beg to touch you just for you to edge him.
Satoru Gojo who has an OF.
Satoru Gojo who will cross dress in bed for you.
Satoru Gojo who is obsessed with your ass and will spend hours just kneading it.
Satoru Gojo who will use his blindfold on you when heâs topping.
Satoru Gojo who has a high sex drive and twice a day needs to be in one of your holes
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Cherry popping w; â Satoru Gojo!
18+ â drabble! smut, virginity loss, cocky Satoru âĄ.
"Take a deep breath," He smirks, his fingers digging into the underside of your thighs. "What a good girl, Imma keep moving, alright?"
Pushing his hips slowly, Satoru bites his lower lip, fighting the urge to just pound you into oblivion, watch your face crack into an expression of pleasureâ but he remains paced. He wants to make it special, you gave him the honor to pop your pretty cherry... so he's gonna make it worth your while.
The stretch is way different from his fingers, there's a subtle yet delightful burn the more he slides in, each inch making you grit your teeth and shiver. You underestimated him, thinking you could take him easily with enough prep; that overconfidence appears to be the cherry on top.
"You are making it hard, angel," He groans, his half-lidded blue eyes staring down at you, running his hand up and down your sides. "You are so fucking tightâ so warm."
Whimpering at his words, it's not a surprise that running mouth is filthy during sex. Satoru's cock twitches inside you when you clench around him in response, urging him to sneak his free hand between your bodies and rub your clit in slow circles.
"Told ya I was gonna give you the time of your life, pretty girl," He coos at you, this time pushing his hips further, burying himself to the tilt. The way your eyes widen and your body jolts is enough confirmation for him, boosting his already high confidence. "This tight pussy is already perfect for my cock, don't you think? Guess I'll have to get you used to it, though."
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inspired by a tiktok
imagine you and satoru had gotten into an argument. it's already been at least two hours since itâsatoru has seemed to move on, but you're still mad and sensitive.
both of you are in bed by now. satoru watches some reality show on the tv while you mindlessly scrolled through tiktok with your back facing him. satoru sighs, then the tv is shut off. he turns to you and attempts to speak to you.
"goodnight, sweets," he chirps, sounding as positive as he could, hoping it would show that he's moved on and that he's okay with you. "i love you."
you don't respond, not because you didn't love him, but you still weren't in the mood to speak. he knew you loved him though, right?
"i love you," he repeats louder, waiting for you to return those three words. again, no response.
he puts his hand around your waist to steady himself as he tries to take a peek at your face with a smile. "hello? i loveâ"
"i love you! can you stop?!" you snap, shrugging him off you and furrowing your brows at him. although you finally said it, satoru looks anything but relieved and satisfied. the grin he wore to try and make things better faded, his face falling and his eyes softening.
you turned away from him once again and he followed suit, pulling the covers up to his cheeks. he mutters, although a little muffled, "not right now you don't."
it's quiet after. the way you snapped at him and the way his expression morphed into one of hurt and his comment made you feel extremely guilty. were you being petty and holding the argument over his head? you don't even remember what you had argued about.
you quit basking in your guilt and sigh, shutting off your phone and turning over to him. you think he's asleep, but his breathing hasn't evened out. propping yourself up on one arm, you peer over at his face. your hand is on his bicep, gently rubbing up and down. he pretends to be asleep, but you know he can hear you.
"i'm sorry, 'toru. that was really mean of me. i love you so much. we can talk tomorrow, 'kay?" you whisper, placing a lingering kiss to his cheek. you give him a few more pecks as well as another apology before laying down and wrapping your arm around his waist.
you kiss his shoulder blade as you spoon him, then feel his hand run over the one on his stomach. he turns over to face you, making sure your arm never leaves its place on him. you both stare at each other for a minute, apologies being exchanged in the silence and through your eyes. satoru kisses your forehead and you lean into him a little more. he leaves one last kiss on your lips and holds you a little tighter.
"i love you, meanie."
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Thinking about showers with Satoru. Not even sexual ones, but the ones where youâve both had a long day and need to wash all of the stress and worry away.
Stepping in under the water, and Satoru is hogging all of it with his big ass body. He always wants it scolding hot as well, tells you with a smile on his lips, âfeels nice,â and you always relent and let him have his way.
He leans down and lets you massage the shampoo into his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. Afterwards, you massage the body wash into his shoulders, feeling all of the knots and tension and slowly working it out. He whines slightly when you press down, which makes you huff and hold back a smile as you press a bit harder, just to tease him. Itâs so silly the way heâs always bragging about how strong he is, yet the second you press down âtoo hardâ on his shoulders, heâs a whiny mess.Â
He always insists on using your body wash because âhe wants to smell like you,â and once again, you let him, because heâs your Satoru. How could you ever say no?Â
You kiss and caress every scar, every bruise, every freckle with such love and adoration that Satoru practically turns into a puddle under your soft touch. Afterwards, once youâre both clean and dry, you can retreat to your giant shared bed, wrapping yourself in blankets, not even bothering to put clothes on.Â
Sometimes youâll lay on his chest; sometimes heâll spoon you; but sometimes, when youâre feeling really nice, youâll spoon him. Itâs ridiculous, really, the way you can barely spoon him because heâs just so fucking beefy. But you manage; you always do, pressing kisses into his nape and telling him how much you love him. How precious he is.Â
Your Satoru.Â
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every wednesday on the dot you and gojo go get lunch together. or at least when one of you isnât on a mission or something.
okay, maybe once a month or so, you and gojo get lunch together. it used to be every day. back when you were all students. but then it became every other day. till it was once a week. till now where itâs once a month.
youâve told gojo that he doesnât have to. heâs a busy man after all. he must have other things to do. but he insists on showing up to your classroom, bringing cakes that make your jaw clench and sandwiches that you honestly reckon qualify as cake as well.
you secretly think he does it more for himself than he does it for you. that he likes the normality of it. the routine. youâve been around for so long after all. like a tiny barnacle thatâs grown onto a whale, and now he quite likes having you there.
but you appreciate it too. itâs nice to have someone. even if you donât talk about all thatâs happened. even if the conversations are only comments on how sweet the cakes are, on which of the students are crushing on each other. youâre the only ones left after all. the only ones that still teach, that is.
âyou know, i really think is see the chemistry between maki and yuuta,â he says, mouth stuffed full of cake, as he licks his fingers.
youâre once again in the comfort of your classroom, door closed so no nosy students can peek in on your conversation.
âyuuta? the new kid? the one sheâs pushing around?â you ask, lightly snickering as you take a bite of your sandwich.
âwell, isnât that what love is about? getting pushed around?â he asks, almost dreamily and you stop eating to just stare at him.
âthatâs dumb,â you say. gojo grins, taking another bite of his cake, getting frosting on his cheek. you huff.
âyou have something on yourââ instinctively, completely thoughtless, you reach out, wanting to wipe it off his cheek. but instead of your thumb touching his skin, easily removing the treat, youâre met with a wall that stops you right before your fingers reach his face.
ah.
something passes between you. a boundary, you think. for once, youâre grateful that you canât see his eyes. that they are hidden underneath his bandages.
âoh, old habit,â gojo says, smiling apologetically. âiâll just get it myself,â he adds, and you retreat your hand to your lap, hardly knowing what to say.
âyeah, good idea.â
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á˘..á˘â Imagine Influencer!Gojo Satoru making a video of you doing his skincare as he stood torso naked in front of you, showing off his Herculean body to the camera. Oh how much he keeps giving u those 'I wanna fuck you' eyes when u would pat the moisturizer on his cheeks, or spread the serum that almost looks like cum--And with that in mind--He makes sure you know he's horny when he smirks and holds your finger to spread the product all over his face that has you remembering him eating you out the night before. It was so intimate and hot, and his fans were sure to make comments about it all over the internet once Satoru posts it on his account, buttttttttt, he'll edit the video later once he finishes fucking u raw in bed until the sun goes up and your hole takes the shape of his dick.
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