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[sugarsatoru]

Slurred 'I like you'

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x F!Reader

Summary: Alcohol is like a truth serum to people. It will free your tongue to say what is in your heart, and you are no exception. The confession led to one thing and another, but what happens next when the alcohol wears off?

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, oral sex, alcohol consumption

Words: 1922

A/N: I’ve only written 3 so far, but I always try to upload every Sunday or Tuesday. You can use my tag #Altiseewrites if you’re interested to read everything! :))

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Shit. That was your first thought when you opened your eyes and got up—headache with dizziness and how you badly want to drink water. Yes, all the symptoms point to you suffering from a hangover. Eyes still half shut, your abdomen started aching, but you grinned because it can't compare to last night... the kisses... the heavy petting... the sweat that sticks your bodies close... What?

Oh. Shit. You turned your head and froze when you saw the man sleeping next to you. Fuck. Now you remember everything. Company 7 was drinking last night because Waka won for the first time in months when he was out gambling Sol-knows-where. Initially, you had no plan to drink, but they started a game before the movie began and insisted that everyone participate. The rule was to drink one shot every time a character dies; sounds easy, right? But the movie title had the word apocalypse in it, so the next thing you knew, you were being carried to bed by someone.

Your thoughts came to a stop when you heard the door slid open. "Good morning," Konro greeted with a smile. "Is Waka not up yet?" Before you could even start your panicked explanation, he handed you some water and medicine for your hangover.

It was your Captain who kindly took your drunk ass to your room, yet you dared to pull his sleeve in an attempt to stop him when he was about to leave. "What?" Beni laughed as he found you cute for tugging on him like a kid. You pulled him close to you, whispered in his ears, and kissed him. Oh god, what did I tell him? But what followed next was the best sex of your life at the expense of a sore body.

"You guys are old enough, so you don't have to explain," Konro said, calming your nerves a little. "Just make sure to keep the noise to a minimum next time," He teased as you coughed on the water you were drinking. He left saying that breakfast was ready and to come to eat whenever you wanted.

There was nothing you could do about it now. You looked at Beni sleeping soundly next to you. You brushed his hair, revealing his forehead, which you planted with a kiss. Kiss? He didn't pull away when you kissed him last night. Actually, he wrapped his hands around your waist to draw you closer and deepen the kiss. You remember how he pinned you against the wall, trailing his hands on your thighs, going up to your wet folds. How could you forget? His fingers were something else, just using his hands to enter you was enough to send your body spasming that night, and just thinking about it again forms a heat in between your legs. Focus!

The last bit of rationality you have allowed you to analyze your situation as you start to ramble your thoughts.

"What if Waka was just too drunk last night? He couldn't have heard it, right?" But he was just tipsy then.

"What if he says it was a mistake and that we should forget about it?" It might get awkward. Ugh.

"But what if he doesn't remember anything???" That last thought struck you and gave you an idea that you should leave immediately.

A movement to your right drew your eyes. "I can hear your thoughts out loud, you know?" Beni mumbled, half-asleep. "Ah, did I say that one out loud?" you blushed. How could a person be this handsome despite just waking up with bed hair? Again. Focus! But how could you? You just had sex with the Empire's Strongest Hikeshi, your Captain, the one you had feelings for.

You first met Beni last year, and you owe it to your best friend for throwing you a graduation party with the 8th. After that meeting and despite being best friends with Obi, you enlisted to the 7th when you graduated. It's safe to say that he sulked for a while, but he was happy for you nonetheless.

"Yes, you said it out loud, and I remember everything," Beni said, getting up. "How could I forget? We did it like four times until you passed out." He said in a rough voice. You couldn't read his tone, so you decided to look at him despite being embarrassed. A soft blush formed in his cheeks, but you are sure yours are redder. "and no, it wasn't a mistake, and I wasn't that drunk," he muttered the words to himself. But you were paying enough attention to hear it and caused the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

"So," he leaned close to you, "in case it was you who forgot, should I remind you about what happened last night?" he smiled, and your already flushed cheeks blushed even redder.

'I want to fuck you again,' is what I wanted to say, but I should keep it low, for now, Beni thought to himself, seeing you are flustered enough and considering that your beautiful face couldn't get any redder than that.

Before you could even answer, he cupped the back of your head with his hand and kissed you. Pulling you closer, he tenderly kissed your full bottom lip, gently placing it between his teeth and pulling it slowly to tease you. "That's how I kissed you." he nuzzled in your ears.

You are in complete bliss. You can't believe this is happening. "Waka, you are not still drunk, right?" he sensed a worried tone in your voice, so he stopped kissing your neck for a moment to look at you. "No." He said firmly. He gently pushed your body against the bed with him on top as he continued kissing your neck. "and this is how I pinned you against the wall."

"If I knew I'd be stripping you again, I shouldn't have bothered dressing you when you passed out." Why would he not dress you? He wouldn't allow you to be seen naked by Konro or anyone else. Your body was all his. He took his time to clean your body off his cum last night and even changed you into one of his clean robes. It was oversized, but it showed your petite body, which he loves.

He lifted the cloth exposing your sex. "I guess your body still remembers." He was pleased to see that it was already wet and ready for him. His hands moved to your shoulders, pulling down the sleeve uncovering your puckered nipples that were enticing him. He bent down to your hard nub and flicked it with his tongue, making you whimper. His hands trailed at your thighs until they found your erected bud. Stroking them, leaving you breathless.

He inserted one finger first, sliding slowly in and out of you, then he inserted another with a faster tempo and another. Stroking your insides faster and harder. "God, you are so good with your hands." you moaned with pleasure as you gripped his shoulders. It feels like every nerve endings in your body screamed with desire when his mouth met your throbbing bud. With his fingers inside you and his hot tongue going up and down your clit made your entire body shivered in orgasm.

Feeling weak, you felt his hard length pressed firmly to your sensitive core as he explored your mouth. You stroked him with your hand making him moan. He broke the kiss to swiftly remove his pants, showing his full erection. He was big, and you wondered how did that fit in you last night. He liked how seeing his cock instantly flushed your cheeks and couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm going to fuck you hard," he said with a lust-filled voice.

Beni was smitten by you ever since he saw you during your grad celebration. You wore a red feminine dress that fell a few inches above your knees, showing your smooth legs. He was stunned at your beauty. When you entered the 7th, his feelings only further developed. He got to know you better; you were wise and kind, your cooking skills are almost on par with Konro's, and your laugh, it never fails to make him smile.

He cupped your softly rounded breast with one hand and the other to position the head of his penis so it could slide back and forth to your sensitive bud. You groaned because you wanted more. You want him inside you. "What?" he said breathlessly with a smile. He knows what you desire, but he repositioned himself so that his cock could slide back and forth, teasing your opening but never entering it. "Ah- Waka, please," you moaned harder.

His mismatched iris stared at you. He wants you to beg him. Your hangover with your last string of rationality left and was replaced by uncontrollable lust. "Beni," you gasped, "please enter me." Saying his name made him harder, and without wasting any time, he lifted your hips and pushed his throbbing shaft inside you. You clenched him inside your wet core in pleasure. Fuck. He cursed silently under his heavy breathing. "Why are you so tight?" he groaned.

You were still sore from last night; even if it was only half his shaft that entered, it was already painful. You dug your fingernails on his shoulders in pain as he fully inserted himself inside you. "Does it hurt?" Beni asked. You nodded. "But it feels so good," that drew a smile on his face.

He moved slowly at first, but he couldn't control his lustful impulses. He buried his entire length in you over and over. He met your mouth, which you invitingly open, and you tasted your own sex from his tongue. "I've always wanted to do this," Beni moaned. He withdraws his hard length from your body and then plunges again and again inside you.

His rhythm moved faster and deeper, and he felt you tense up on his cock, which sent him grunting. You moaned as your second orgasm sped through your body. You shuddered, crying out his name. "Fuck, you are so wet." He wanted you more, so he didn't stop thrusting inside you. He bent down the slope of your neck to nip on it, placing his mark on you. Until his shaft began to spasm and pounded inside you deeply, finally releasing his load.

You are physically spent, but the orgasm was nothing like you've ever experienced. Beni grunted as he pulled his penis out of you, leaving your insides filled with his translucent cum.

He lied next to you, and when he found your hands, he interlocked them with his. "I've always wanted to do that since I first saw you wearing that dress last year," Beni said, still catching up with his breath. Both the holding hands and fucking you, of course, is what he thought.

"I purposely matched the color with your iris." you proudly smiled in response, "But how could you walk with those daggers?"

"Daggers?" you burst out laughing as he was referring to your heels.

"They are called stilettos, Waka," you smiled.

Kissing the back of your hands, he said, "I really like you too, you know," Too? You wondered, and your eyes widened when you remembered. You said you liked him when you tugged on his sleeves last night. "What? Did you forget about that? Should I remind you and your body again?" He smiled teasingly as he kissed you. "Well, I guess breakfast can wait."

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lazy afternoons with gojo where you snuggle in bed simply enjoying the feeling of your bodies touching; you’re lying on your sides, face to face, pressed together; his blindfold tossed aside; he plays with your hair, twirling it in his fingers, brushing it off your shoulder and rubbing his hand along your arm; you look into his eyes and see the tenderness there and a smile playing on his lips as he whispers how much he loves you; and you stay in his arms, pushing your face occasionally into his neck; you both doze off with a sense of contentment; when you wake up, it’s nearly dark but neither of you moves, your breathing is slow and heartbeat – soft; might as well call it a night, no?

[sugarsatoru]

😭😭😭

[sugarsatoru]

•Tummy Time•

Pairing: Husband!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neither of you were interested in having kids, but after an afternoon of babysitting, perspectives were changed.

Genre: Pure Fluff

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (if you squint), implied misogyny (nothing heavy), MAJOR fluff ahead

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Hello guys! This fic is a part of @levis-hazelnut's BABY FEVER collab for followers only! I literally dropped everything to write this fanfic. When I tell you it was fun, it was fun. I know I usually write a lot of angst, but I'm here to also prove that I can also write fluffy stories as well ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )! Thank you, Hazel, for allowing me to join your collab. I really enjoyed writing this fic. I wish you a happy send-off!

Satoru Gojo was the strongest, that was a known fact by any living being that managed to stumble upon his path, so why did he feel so weak in the knees as he watched you play with the infant that was currently sitting in your lap? The baby girl laughed as you cooed at her, bouncing the child on your thigh while you sat on the ground in front of all the toys and other equipment your brother had brought to help you watch his baby.

Satoru was mesmerized by how you handled the child, from your gentle hold to your light laughter. Your care for the child made Satoru’s eyes dilate in admiration. The man was even more intrigued when you checked the time and knowingly took your niece and turned her onto her stomach, placing the child in the little play gym next to you.

You and Satoru had come to a silent agreement, practically the moment the two of you got married, that neither of you was interested in having children due to both of your professions as Jujutsu Sorcerers, but if it were to happen it happened and the two of you would deal with it in the best way possible. However, at this moment, Satoru’s perspective began to change as he watched you and the infant interact.

“What are you staring at?”

Satoru was snapped out of his thoughts the second your voice registered in his head. He looked over to see you giving him a questioning look, concern mixed in. At first, the white-haired shaman was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe his thoughts. It only took him a quick second to realize that it would be best to not say anything and try to switch the topic, deciding that he would word out his thoughts when the two of you were alone in private, for now, Satoru just wanted to admire you and your niece.

“Nothing, what are you staring at?” Your husband teased, trying to get you a little riled up.

“My husband, who is looking at me like he is a dear in headlights,” you quickly came back, deflecting his little tease.

Satoru only scoffed as he made his way over to you, sitting down next to you on the floor as he watched his niece-in-law squirm around, little grunts and huffs coming from the child. Satoru couldn’t help but be confused, he didn’t know much about babies because he never had any interest in having any of his own; however, right now, he was highly considering it.

“What is she doing?” The male shaman asked.

“Trying to roll onto her back,” you quickly explained as you intently watched the child.

“Why?”

You looked at Satoru, a little bit of amusement and confusion on your face as you studied his inquisitive expression.

“Why do you want to know?”

You couldn’t help but ask, it was strange for Satoru to be curious about such a thing.

“I just want to know, that’s all,” the man was quick to answer, getting a little impatient.

You let out a small laugh at Satoru’s clear restlessness with his quick retort. Although you found the man’s actions and responses amusing, you decided to just give him the reply he was awaiting instead of torturing the poor guy with your teasing.

“It's something that parents like to call tummy time, it helps make her neck and shoulders stronger so she can eventually sit up and crawl,” you explained.

Despite your explanation, Satoru was still a little confused, another question ready to be fired at you before you could get up and busy yourself with some other task.

“How do you know when her neck and shoulders are strong enough?” Satoru asked, ready for an answer.

“Well, when she rolls over onto her back, but then she’ll begin to learn how to roll over onto her tummy from being on her back after that. She’ll repeat all of this until she starts to crawl,” you explained once more, still finding Satoru’s curiosity amusing.

The said man hummed in understanding, although he still had another question.

“How long does this usually take?”

You snorted, turning your body to look at Satoru, who was a little shocked at your reaction to the question. The man would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared because he thought that you had caught him red-handed. Man, was he relieved when he realized you didn’t as you just decided to answer his question.

“When the baby is around four to five months.”

Another question was answered, and another hum of understanding from the blue-eyed man. However, he still had one last question, one that was bugging him a little after you answered the first one.

“How do you know all this, Y/n?”

A pause of silence as you only stared back at Satoru, who looked a little nervous at the expression you were giving him. The man could tell that you were both confused and annoyed with the little Q&A he had forced upon you, your scoff confirming that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Is this some sort of interrogation because if it is I’m done answering your questions,” you huffed, getting ready to get up.

Before you could leave Satoru grabbed your wrist to keep you in place. His action both shocked you and scared you a little, thinking something had happened, something you didn’t know about. You were relieved to know that it wasn’t the case.

“It’s not I swear, this is the last question I promise, I’m just genuinely curious about all this,” the man desperately responded, pulling you to sit back down.

You were only able to nod your head, acknowledging his statement before answering his inquiry.

“I was kinda forced to learn all of this before marrying you. The second the elders found out about our engagement they threw all these bullshit lessons for me to take, automatically assuming that I would get pregnant soon, meaning that the lessons included a lot of childcare classes. I didn’t have much of a choice because they said if I didn’t take them they would demote me a grade.”

Satoru was shocked, well not too much because it wasn’t a surprise the elders would pull a stunt like that, but he thought that if something like that had happened that you would’ve notified him immediately.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” A baffled tone combined with a bit of anger expressed Satoru’s feelings about the situation.

“I thought you already asked your last question,” you joked, looking up to see that Satoru wasn’t budging.

“Look, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a big deal, it was only a few classes. Besides, I thought that if anything were to happen by mistake that it would be useful information to have.” You sighed, as you brought your attention back to the baby girl who was still struggling to turn.

Satoru was only able to stare at you and nod, deciding that it would be best to not push you on the sensitive topic any further. Although, the man panicked a little when he saw you getting ready to stand.

“Where are you-” Before he could finish his question, you raised a hand to stop him.

“No. More. Questions. I’m going to get her bottle, she’s getting hungry.” You announced, walking over to the kitchen to go fetch the bottle and heat it.

Satoru sat there, looking at the small infant as it went from grunting and huffing to whining and whimpering. He wanted to hold the baby, but a small part of him was nervous, which was rare because Satoru was never nervous nor scared of anything. So, why was the simple act of picking up the child so nerve-wracking to him?

Before Satoru could lose his mind thinking about it, you came back, a bottle in hand along with a little cloth. You quickly sat down next to Satoru and went to pick up your niece. You settled the child’s head on your shoulder as you made yourself comfortable.

You were about to start feeding the baby, but something had stopped you. You fixed your gaze on Satoru, who was still looking at you as if you had just solved world hunger. An idea popped into your mind and you were sure that you would get a kick out of it later.

“Here, you feed her,” you announced, handing the baby over to Satoru.

“Wait, what?!”

You only laughed as you extended the child to the shaman, supporting her head while doing so.

“I don’t know how, Y/n,” Satoru panicked, trying to pull himself out of the situation.

“Then I’ll show you,” you countered, not allowing him to falter now, not after all those questions he was asking.

With one big gulp, Satoru reached his arms out to take the child, discomfort written all over his face. His movements were awkward and his stance was tense as he tried to adjust the baby into his hold. It was clear that Gojo Satoru had no idea what he was doing.

You were quick to correct your husband, placing your hand gently on his arms to adjust his hold on the child. You made sure the baby’s head laid in the crook of his elbow and that the baby was securely tucked onto his chest. You moved your hands away when you had finished adjusting the man’s form, taking a look at your handy work.

“Relax, Satoru.” You gently warned him before turning around to grab the bottle.

The moment you turned back to look at him, Satoru had settled down, allowing himself to be more comfortable. You thought about teasing him but concluded not to, remembering how tense and nervous he was before.

You handed Satoru the bottle, gesturing for him to feed the baby. You could tell that he had grown a little more uncomfortable, but he was quick to flush it down, straightening his back and motioning the bottle towards his niece-in-law’s mouth.

The girl latched on to the nipple of the bottle immediately, settling down as the whimpers and whines subsided, replaced with the sound of little sucks and grunts of satisfaction as she drank from the bottle.

The two of you watched the child as she ate, making sure she didn’t have any mistakes. Right now, Satoru wanted a baby more than he ever had, there was something about how the child’s eyes sparkled when he gave her the bottle and the way she snuggled into his chest when he held her just the right way, that made his heart beat a little faster. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this.

When the infant was done eating, he was quick to set the girl on his shoulder to pat her back, almost as if it were instinct. When he heard the small burp he went back to cradling the baby, only to realize that she had quickly fallen asleep. If that didn’t take the cake already, you had gone over and took the baby from his arms, gently rocking her and placing her in the portable crib, humming a little lullaby as you did so. The way you had gently tucked the child in, pulling away with a satisfied smile, Satoru couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again. Gojo Satoru had fallen in love with the idea of having a child with you.

The tall man was quick to stand up and hug you from behind, looking over your shoulder as he watched his niece-in-law sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at Satoru’s abnormal, yet cute, behavior. You pecked your husband on the cheek before resting your head on top of his.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn’t last forever. The two of you heard a light knock on the front door. You heard the familiar voice of your brother as he called out to see if anyone was home, resolving to quickly remove yourself from your lover’s hold to go retrieve the door for your brother.

Your brother had left as quickly as he arrived, clearly in a rush to get home. You had given your brother one final hug and goodbye before he took off, saying that he better get home before his daughter could wake up from her nap. The moment you stepped foot into the house you plopped yourself down on the couch, letting out a sigh before turning to look at your lover only to notice he had disappeared.

You had been suspicious of your husband’s behavior throughout the entire afternoon, but it had only become concerning around the time you were saying your final goodbyes to your brother and niece. Satoru had become silent and had a strange far-off look, almost as if he were longing.

In the end, you reasoned with yourself that it would be best to give him some space to sort out whatever he was going through. During that time of waiting you decided to take a nap; after all, babysitting your niece was not an easy job. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru had a little plan up his sleeve, one that he was going to present to you later.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but it was enough time for your husband to set up what was assumed to be some sort of class presentation.

The second you woke up from your nap you were greeted with a whiteboard full of notes and a paper program on your lap. You looked around the home to see if one of Satoru's students had visited to give their teacher some sort of presentation; however, when you thought about it, your husband would never give a kid such a pointless assignment, mostly because he wouldn't want to review it.

"You're finally awake! Alright, I left you a glass of water and a snack so you won't have to get up," Satoru explained as he walked into the room.

The said man was wearing formal attire, pulling a stack of flashcards out of one of his pockets, straightening them out, and clearing his throat.

"These are the ten reasons we should have a baby! Reason number one, we are in a financially stable position to sustain a child," Satoru started, pointing at a cluster of notes on the board.

"Sato-"

"Reason number two, based on both of our family histories, we do not have any pre-existing medical conditions" your partner interrupted.

Before Satoru could continue, you grabbed the stack of flashcards he was holding and placed them next to you. You could hardly process anything he had said as you had only woken up two minutes ago. You sat there, trying to comprehend what had just transpired.

"Why do you want a baby?" You groggily asked, looking through some of the flashcards your partner had created, "neither of us has ever shown interest in it."

"Originally, I never thought I wanted to be a father, but after seeing you with your niece…my perspective started to change," Satoru explained, flustered by his vulnerability.

You were stunned, to say the least, you had never seen your husband so powerless; you had never seen your husband so desperate. Satoru’s pleading look was saying it all, saying how important this was to him. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say, as this was all thrown at you in a matter of five minutes and you had hardly woken up and had only processed about half of what Satoru had proposed.

You looked through the flashcards your husband had made, seeing that none of them were left unfinished. It was clear that your partner had done his research as you noticed some good points that he had set up for his little presentation. However, there was one in particular that caught your eye, a note that didn’t pertain to any logical explanation as it was purely based on raw emotion.

“I know that we would make great parents.”

You were at a complete loss of words as you read the statement aloud. You could feel your heart swell as you repeated them in your head, looking up at your lover with glossy eyes. The tears started to spill from your eyes, but they weren't tears of despair or anger; they were tears of happiness. Before your husband could misinterpret your liquid emotion, you launched yourself from the sofa to pull him into an embrace.

"This better not be some sort of twisted joke Satoru because if you tell me it is, I can promise you that I will smack you upside the head," you warned.

Your husband only chuckled lightly, returning your embrace, relieved with the reaction you gave him. Yes, you knew that you had never wanted children before, but seeing how Satoru believed in the two of you to pull it off, how could you say no. Besides, you knew it would be untruthful if you kept telling yourself that you hadn't thought about it a few times while watching your niece in the past. In all honesty, you were surprised Satoru snapped before you did.

"No! No, I'm not joking! I'm being one hundred percent serious, I promise, Y/n," You could feel the few stray tears on your shoulder as he uttered those words, "If you need proof, we can try right now."

You smacked your husband in the chest in retaliation to his horrible attempt at a tease. The two of you pulled away for a second only to touch foreheads. It was an extremely sappy moment and you both knew it but who cared because as long as the two of you were satisfied nothing else mattered.

Satoru Gojo was the strongest, but he couldn't help but fall head over heels when he thought about the future of his soon-to-be little family. And yes, you both knew you had no interest in having children before, but after watching your niece today, both of you could agree that you both caught a bad case of baby fever and there was no cure for it this far into the sickness. You and Satoru proved that the second you called your brother to offer your babysitting services for the next evening.

[sugarsatoru]

dive in at the deep end

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finals week is draining me out :(( i’ll be back after my hell week!!!

[sugarsatoru]

Shoko: Who do you have a date with tomorrow?

Y/N: Well... a guy named Gojo Satoru asked me out, he looks nice.

Shoko: Okay, you're not gonna get discharged today, ask me again next week.

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vanica | twenty three | she/her | ao3

minors please dni

masterlist:

♡ jujutsu kaisen

♡ obey me!

© sugarsatoru - everything here is my precious daydreams unless stated otherwise. therefore, do not repost, copy, plagiarize, modify, etc., my works onto other platforms.

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* Watching Coachella 2022 *

Y/N: Woah, I thought Jesus was the only one who’s gonna resurrect today, didn’t expect 2ne1 to rise from the dead too.

Yuuji: Guess what Jesus said when he rose from the dead

Y/N: …

Yuuji: NAEGA JEIL JAL NAGA!

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Unfair!

Summary: Satoru knows you're not together, but the lack of attention you're giving him is making him upset. Please give the strongest a green light signal before his feelings for you explode!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: Mature content

Words: 800+

A/N: Just a Satoru brain rot that I need to put out in the world or else I can't focus on my school works :< enjoy!

Gojo is aware that his presence is impossible to miss.

An existence that submerges everyone deep into the divinity that he possesses. Despite having the same physical embodiment as every other sorcerer, the limitless space that favors him fills the void between average and God. 

Yet, you, his longest term colleague aside from Shoko, had the audacity to giggle, like a schoolgirl in love, at something on your phone rather than paying attention to the sorcerer who shook the entire Jujutsu world.

Even if Shoko needs to burn her lungs with a whole pack of cigarettes to bear listening to his senseless rambles, Shoko never ignored him. 

His chest swelled with agony. Did you grow tired of him?  He thought.

He skipped a meeting with the principals to be with you, and you're ignoring him! That's unfair!  

He dragged his gaze back to you, the type where you’d mistake his intense stare for a glance. He wants to be subtle.

The look on your face made his stomach turn. Who the hell is making you look so adorable right now? 

He’d already seen that expression before– lips slightly parted, wide eyes, and a faint tint of red painted on your cheeks. 

You ask almost all of your colleagues to go out for coffee, even Yaga, but never him. Maybe because you’re considerate enough to consider that he prefers drinks that scream diabetes at first sip. Still, he invited himself for you to bring along. 

It was a typical coffee shop, nothing out of the ordinary and certainly not worth the three-mile walk. He is well aware that it was not entirely to your liking. You like your coffee strong, and you prefer a shop atmosphere with few people, preferably quiet, as opposed to this coffee shop, which is crammed with students. But he remained silent. He's confident that you have your own trusty reason, besides, you have always been a charitable person.

That is, until one of the baristas called you 'darling’.

He did not miss how your face lit up and how you bit your bottom lip shyly. He forgot to ruin your little moment with the person behind the counter because the look on your face was far too adorable for him. Unfair! He marched into Shoko's clinic the moment he realized you weren't there for coffee.

“Shoko, I think I’m sick!” He whined.

“Satoru, You can’t get sick,” Shoko replied as she took a cigarette from the pocket of her lab coat . He’s going to talk her ears off, she’s sure. “Germs can’t reach you.” 

“I can feel my heart beating too fast, it’s fluttering! My stomach also is feeling weird, it feels tight. I’m also a bit dizzy,” Gojo plopped on one of the beds, “It must be because of the caffeine right?” 

Shoko smirked, “Ah, you found out about it already?” 

 “Well, I guess the cure to my  life threatening sickness is to tell Y/N to stop going to that coffee shop with a tanned skinned barista,” 

“Y/N said that his piercings were cool and attractive.” 

The sound of your giggle brought him back to reality. He was taken aback when he realized that a small smile was already formed on his lips. So unfair.

He began counting how many minutes had passed and his patience gradually wore thin.

Playing with the small piece of jewelry that lies on his tongue, he slid into the sofa next to you, peeking at your phone. 

It turns out you were reading some comedy manhwa on your phone. You made him nervous for nothing, it’s unfair. 

The sound of his booming laughter draws your attention to him. Finally.  

“Satoru,” You looked up to him, “You need anything?” 

He shook his head and plopped the both of you down on the sofa, entangling you in his arms.  

He vaguely wonders how would you react if he asked you if you want to fuck him at this moment. Not that he’s a horny mess, but he wants to know if you will finally notice the space that he voluntarily let you enter? 

“You can tell me anything.” You softly said in his ear, your hand making its way through his hair. 

“Stop being unfair!” He wants to protest, but reminds himself that you may be standing on a thin line where comfort and discomfort meets. Instead, he let himself rest against you.

Consequences and risks are alien to him. He was sure. 

Oddity only occurs when he’s with you. 

Tracing letters on your back, his fingers started to tremble. This is not how he pictured it. It’s supposed to be easy, like teaching Megumi how to summon his shikigami. He found himself clueless in this gamble with you. This is the most difficult curse he encountered. Even with the six eyes, he did not foresee the madness that he entered himself. The chaos in his chest. He repeated to trace the letters on your back, he wanted to engrave it on your skin, a long due assurance that was eventually bound to come. 

You had him breathless as he noticed your eyes crinkled at the edges and the corners of your lips turned upwards, it’s over.

Breathless, trembling, chaos.

Yours.

[sugarsatoru]

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Gojo Satoru

An Excuse To Hold You - A story where a special grade sorcerer plays the role of an airhead fiance of the six eyes.

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Unfair! - Gojo knows you're not together, but the lack of attention you're giving him is making him upset. Please give the strongest a green light signal before his feelings for you explode!

[sugarsatoru]

An Excuse To Hold You

Summary:  A story where a special grade sorcerer plays the role of an airhead fiance of the six eyes.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Warnings: Contains mature content

A/N: I binge-read the contract concubine and got inspired. Im planning to make this a mini fic & hope u enjoy!

ONE

You couldn’t take your gaze away from the insanely expensive engagement ring on your finger– A platinum band adorned with diamonds that compliments the show stopper, the prong emerald cut color changing sapphire. 

Gojo has always been generous with gifts. And if he feels like it, he won’t hesitate to go overboard as to buying a whole store for you.

That’s not an issue for him, he’s a wealthy man. 

But, for an amateur model and a failure of a sorcerer like you, the story is not the same. You need to make this contract work, you thought. Or else, you’ll be stuck in debt till the day you die.

“My darling, do you not like what your Satoru gave you?~” He cupped your face to see your expression better. 

Of course, bringing you to the exclusive meeting with the elders was not enough; you had to be on his lap the entire time, calling you pet names and stroking your hair. 

Truly a scene where it is enough for an elder or two to have a heart attack because of anger.

“Oh my gosh!” You lightly punched his chest to pull away from his grip. “I was out of my mind for a bit because I can’t believe that I’m going to be Mrs. Gojo soon!” You squealed, giving the elders in the room your best smile.

Gojo looked at you with mischief in his eyes. Startling. 

“My sugar loves it so much?” With a big smile, Gojo intertwined his hands with you for the elders to take a better look at your ring. 

Dissatisfied murmurs began to fill the room. The shock is written on their faces as they exchange looks. No one dared to speak directly to Gojo. They understand that they can't argue with him about his decisions, especially since his six eyes are on full display. The raw presence of him alone was enough for him to have the upper hand. 

That was the plan all along, to show you off to the officials who desperately try to shut down the six eyes. Satoru's specialty is getting on people's nerves.

“Of course! Satoru, my husband!” You formed a heart with your hands. 

You grinned at Gojo. If he’s going to make you do all of this, then why not go all out? Besides, you get to keep everything in the end if this gamble is successful. 

“But…” You said slyly, looking at Gojo with puppy eyes and a pout formed on your lips, dramatically motioning a broken heart with your hands. 

“Your sweet angel, Y/N, thinks that her ring would be better with a matching bracelet, earrings, and necklace!” You said loudly, enough for the older men in the room to hear. 

Gojo laughed and kissed your cheek as he cradled you closer to him. Your eyes widen at his actions, and a slight flush appears on your cheeks.

It's just a kiss on the cheeks, nothing to overthink about.

He pressed his lips on your ear and spoke, "I don't mind spending fortunes on you, Y/N" 

You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck and snuggled your face to his neck. It's just an act, right? No way in hell that you'll let yourself fall for the community dick.

Gojo laughed amusedly again at your actions, making you even more embarrassed than you already were.

"Ichiji!” 

“Yes Gojo-san?” The man who stood beside Gojo, shaking and alert responded.

“You heard her loud and clear right? I need the jewelries that she wants in three days. Add a tiara on top of it. My precious darling needs to know how much I adore her. Get that?” 

Ichiji has a nervous look on his face while you feel Satoru’s hands squeeze your thigh. 

You mentally sighed and started to chant “Satoru is the best!” in the most cheerful, airhead manner while clinging on to him. 

“Three days is…” Ichiji sighed. The ring that Gojo gave you took three months to produce. What a fucking crazy bastard.  “Yes, Gojo-san, three days. I will deliver it to your and Ms. Y/N’s residence.” 

“Sorry about that, where were we again, my most respected elders?” Gojo smirked. One of the elders sighed and spoke,

“T-the vessel of Sukuna, that boy is a menace, we ha-” 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Gojo interrupted, “I almost forgot! I would like you to meet my soon to be wife, my precious angel darling, Y/N. All of you, be nice to her. Got it?” He spoke with malice in his voice. 

You turned to face the elders who were glaring at you since you entered the room and waved at them. 

The elders were deafeningly silent. You made a mental note to always be by Satoru's side when this meeting ends because you're certain, your head will fly.

Gojo peered down at you, smiling with a cocky look on his face, giving the signal that both of you have already done your job for today. 

“Sa-to-ru~ I want to play today~” 

No matter how much you mentally prepare for scenes like this, you always manage to surprise yourself. Who cares, it’s not like you’ll see them again after this ends.

On a mental note, you kept reminding yourself that the situation is far better than you had expected. You wouldn't be swimming in diamonds or sitting in the lap of the strongest and most beautiful sorcerer if Gojo hadn't discovered your abilities. It’s not that bad.

“Hmmm? My darling wants to play? Then I'll play with you, I’ll fill you up so good and give you lots and lots of babies, you want that?” 

Gojo smiled as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, waiting for your response. As you replied, the last drops of your dignity went down the drain.

“Please fill me up, Toru”

[sugarsatoru]

I MELTED

Pain, pain go away 💞

[sugarsatoru]

So canonically the brothers' sins were always part of their innate personalities, even when they were angels, but things in their environment also reinforced these sinful indulgences (*BA DUM TSH*) and for Mammon one of these things is that Lucifer spoilt him rotten. And this will never not be funny to me? I mean Lucifer must know right!? He must know that one of the reasons Mammon is Greed, is cause he couldn't say no to Mammon's adorable face as an angel. He must know and yet he continues to spoil him? Like:

When he gave Mammon his own credit card to use for the whole day, during his birthday, and how even when MC brought up the fact that Mammon was gonna buy everything he could and Lucifer was gonna be broke, he just shrugged it off?

Or how he let Mammon get everything he could from the cursed bracelet and broke the curse right before the bad luck part kicked in

Or when he gave Mammon the vip token

Or when he told Mammon unless MC managed to beat him in a card game he wouldn't let Mammon go on the trip with MC and Luke, and that he'd have to stay behind and clean the bathrooms for a week. But even after MC loses he lets Mammon off the hook and buys the train tickets for all of them?

Man sealed his own fate and now has the audacity to be pissed about it

[sugarsatoru]

Espresso Shots

Pairing: Mammon x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Ratings: General

Warnings: Grammar errors, cursing

Note: This is the first fanfic that I have written in years. Inspired by the song 'Hello Tutorial' by Zion T & Seulgi.

This is also cross-posted in AO3 .

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Mammon instantly perked up behind the counter and flashed a toothy grin when he saw you enter the cafe. He’ll do it tonight, he told himself. He’ll be the one to take his favorite customer’s order tonight. It's not like he waited the whole day for you to come nor did he practice too many times in front of the mirror on how he’ll wave and greet or the not so cheesy and lowkey pick up lines that he’ll use. Really, he did not prepare for this at all.

“Oh? Interesting.” Satan, the blonde headed barista, said with a smirk while arranging the pastries in the display beside Mammon. “Don’t wave like a weirdo and make sure to not embarrass yourself. Remember that even Lucifer has the hots for them.”

“Hi Satan,” You casually greeted him as you walked to the counter. He gave you a nod before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mammon’s hand instantly pretended to fix his hair. His gorgeous smile was instantly replaced with a pretentious snarl when you gave him a small smile.

Shit, why can’t he pull his act together?

Sometimes, Mammon is convinced that you are beyond human, an angel or a deity or something. You are simply ethereal in his eyes. The little things you do are too adorable for him to handle. Like when you squint your eyes when you read the menu, that puzzled look on your face whenever you’re choosing between two pastries, and especially tonight, when you’re just an arm's length away from you, your features are clearly visible from his very eyes.

“Hi Mammon, I’ll get a large iced macchiato with extra six shots of espresso and put some energy packets in there, whatever is available.”

Mammon furrowed his brows at you, “Are ya sure?” he asked “I can’t give ya that, s’not healthy at all… not like I care but..b-but...”

You crossed your arms and smiled sweetly at him, “I know you don’t, I’m just in the pit of despair.”

“It’s 10pm!”

“More reason why I need that coffee!” You don’t. You really don’t especially when you have a one month old coffee machine in your home.

Mammon leaned towards you, one hand on the counter table “You’ll be up till noon tomorrow, be dead tired when the caffeine wears out and I won’t be able to see you tomorrow if that happens!”

“What?” You whispered as your gaze met Mammon’s. His face went red and instantly looked down. “Jesus…”

You feel like you’re going to combust. You’ve been dying to flirt with Mammon ever since you laid your eyes on him. You’ve been wanting him to flash you that toothy smile that he always has when he greets other customers. You’ve been internally cursing girls who flirts with him every chance that they get. With you, it was also a forced interaction followed by a deafening silence. God, or whatever deity, or even demon, must have heard your cries and wishes.

Everyday, you enter the cafe bringing with you the hope that Mammon will take your order, Mammon will use some cheesy pick up lines for you. It has always been mammon.

You stared at Mammon for a while, he was the only real guy who managed to check everything off your dream guy list-- Gorgeous, charming, and sexy. Well, maybe you can only cross off the physical section of your type since you haven’t really interacted with Mammon despite being a regular at the cafe for months now. You were even convinced that you’re not his type.

It was Satan, Mammon’s younger brother, who introduced you to the cafe. When both of you were paired for a project, you would always go there after school. You’re not the biggest fan of expensive coffees since you just bought a coffee machine back in your apartment to save some money, but then coffee is the best especially when it's free.

Satan, along with his three older brothers, and a man named Diavlo runs the cafe. It was a simple minimalist cafe and it was often jam packed. It might be the coffee but it was more because of the brothers, and the boss man Diavlo himself are the reason why college and high school students keep on swarming in the cafe.

The brothers are the most gorgeous guys that you have ever seen, Satan and Levi are equally gorgeous along with Lucifer, but it was different for you when it comes to Mammon. Expensive coffees are not your type actually, but no one said about it being served by a gorgeous barista.

Mammon internally cursed. Just right when Satan told him to not embarrass himself, he managed to do the opposite. Looking up a little bit, he peeked at your reaction. Mouth agape, eyes staring at his previous form. Ethereal, he thinks. You’re just so ethereally breathtaking that he managed to make a fool out of himself and now he’s a hundred percent sure that he’ll never see you again because you won’t go back.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled all of his remaining guts to serve you. “I’ll get you that co-.”

“Keep me company then.” You reached out to tug Mammon's sleeve “I don’t really need expensive coffee, I have a coffee machine in my apartment. I only go here because of you.”

The white haired barista could not believe what he heard. He was sure that you’ll find him creepy especially when he’s giving you nothing but cold replies when you greet him, or when he purposely avoids you and pretends to be busy whenever you enter the cafe. It was Lucifer that he was so sure of to sweep you off your feet but then you rejected him right off the bat because you told him that you already set your eyes on someone. God knows that everytime when you’re around, he wishes that he could pull you close and bury his face in your hair.

Mammon couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that it was him. You rejected Lucifer because you like him. For months you’ve been going to the cafe because of him and for months he has been wallowing everytime you step out of the cafe because he just likes you too much and he thinks that you won’t even spare him a minute of your time.

Mammon pressed his lips on to the side of your head and whispered “Take a seat for a minute would ya?”

“Only if you’ll take me home”

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“Satan, where is Mammon!?” Lucifer growled. It’s a busy day in the cafe and the teenagers who won’t stop pestering him despite the long line made the situation worse.

“Uhmm… Somewhere you want to be I guess?” Satan smirked and pointed at the window. “You missed a lot yesterday.”

Lucifer crossed his arms and sighed. “So that’s why he didn’t go home.”

“They grossly look like teenagers with their first boyfriends!” Levi snickered.

Lucifer smiled at the sight of his brother and you exchanging goodbyes looking like teenagers in love. The looks that you unknowingly gave each other does not go unnoticed by him, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll back off and eat his pride. So when Mammon entered the cafe with the goofiest smile on his face. Lucifer can’t help it but be happy for his dear brother.

“Very well Mammon, it was about time.” Lucifer said as he smacked the head of his younger brother, “But hide that damn hickey, this is a cafe not a club.”