#ayyypee thinks about nanami

[ayyy-pee]

thinking about shy coworker nanami who has a massive crush on you but only lets it show in subtle ways. always volunteering to be your partner on missions so he can spend extra time with you outside of work. he loves how cute you look in your casual clothes when you're both having dinner in the hotel restaurant off on your faraway mission together. you plan to split the bill, just to be polite but nanami never lets you pay for anything. ever. not even a bottle of water. coworker nanami who gets a liiiiiiittle jealous when he sees you casually chatting with gojo in the courtyard at school, inserting himself in your conversation just to confirm if there's anyone else you may have your eye on and sighing in relief when he rounds the corner. coworker nanami who walks you home everyday even when you insist he doesn't have to.

you like it though. nanami thinks he's subtle with his feelings, that you're none the wiser to the way his eyes follow you the moment you enter the room, that you don't notice how he brings you your favorite drink every Friday morning and nobody else, that you don't see the way he stares at you longingly behind his goggles after watching you easily cave a grade 1 curse's head in with your cursed technique. you think he should just make a move already because the feeling is definitely mutual, but it's nanami. he's not very good at expressing himself. he's been that way since you all lost Haibara. it's not entirely his fault. he's never recovered from the trauma, but you wish he'd just let himself be truly happy. let himself love openly. maybe he just needs a little push.

nanami walks you home one night as he always does, the silence comfortable between you both. you stop outside of your apartment door, turning to face him. he watches your face closely, his brow rising ever so slightly when he sees you take a step towards him.

"nanami?"

"...yes?" he responds and you watch the tips of his ears deepen in hue at your close proximity - a very cute shade of red.

"do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow night?"

you take the leap for him. and now nanami's entire face is a deep shade of crimson, his mouth opening and closing before he finally finds his footing, pinching the bridge of his nose as he inhales deeply.

"absolutely," he breathes.

your hands quickly find the collar of his pretty blue shirt, pulling him down so you can press your lips to his. and it's everything you imagined it to be. tender and soft, his mouth tastes of mint and whatever pastry he sneakily ate for snack earlier. he's everything you imagined him to be.

and you can't wait to show him the love he deserves.

[violetsaffron5]

Infinity

| Ao3 | Discord 18+ | Series Masterlist |

16 | Yes

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

forever and always, you'll have each other

words: 2577

cw: light food play, vaginal sex, feelings

an: I'm considering doing an "Infinity 2" - a continuation with this couple, set a few years into the future. Let me know in the comments below if that's something you would be interested in.

Thank you to everyone who has read this story, liked and reblogged - it is all greatly appreciated!

Big thank you to Lemon, Ayyypee, Vice and Dayanim8991 for beta reading at various points during this series!

Meeting Megumi and Tsumiki went well last week and Satoru has been ecstatic ever since. He told everyone at work about how you were able to get Megumi to smile while you sat back and laughed while Shoko blatantly ignored him, and Nanami grumbled about how he didn’t give a shit. 

Now, you’re in Satoru’s kitchen, opening a package of cookies first thing in the morning. He ordered breakfast and just got done unpackaging everything and splitting it out onto separate plates. You’re planning on giving him a few cookies to crumble onto his waffles while he adds an exorbitant amount of whipped cream to his already too sugary morning confection that sits atop his waffles.

Satoru’s elbow is on the island countertop, chin resting in his hand as he watches you pick one of the cookies out and twist it to reveal the creamy inside and lick the icing off.

“I love you.”

You blink several times, tongue out on the chocolate cookie looking absolutely ridiculous as your eyes search his face, unsure if you just heard what you think you heard.

A goofy smile spreads across your face when you realize how you must look in front of him, frozen, partially eating a cookie, so you clear your throat and set it down as your body heats from embarrassment.

“I love you too.” You tell him, a little breathless from his random morning confession. 

He smiles, wide and all teeth as your cheeks flush and you bite your lip trying to hide your face from him. At no point in your life, even up to when you followed him to Japan and met him again at the strip club did you think you would have fallen in love with the overly cocky kid you met back in New York.

But you have, and it was the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

You’re not exactly sure of the moment you realized you were in love with him. It could have been in the cave with cultists, or even when you had your heart to heart over the Tokyo skyline. Perhaps it was when he took you out on an impromptu date after the night you saw him at the strip club.

It could have even been the moment you first laid eyes on him.

All you’re really sure of is when you look at him, it makes your heart race, that when you’re not by his side you want to be. That when he’s gone on missions, you miss him. And you want your lives to be entwined in every possible way - the good and the bad.

“I know.” He said simply, watching you pull out several cookies from the package in front of you. “Bring those here.”

You look at him through thick lashes on the other side of the island with a soft smile before walking around to the other side. He grabs you by the waist with one arm, pulling you in close to him as you crush several of the cookies in your hand.

“You know, this looks disgusting, yet oddly beautiful.” You’re watching the dust from the cookies fall gently on top of the mounds and slopes of whipped cream.

Satoru opens his mouth to reply and by now you just know it’s going to be something he means innocently, but is going to come out the wrong way so you shove the remaining cookie in his mouth, making him chuckle.

“You were going to say something cheesy, weren’t you.” He smiles, chewing on the cookie and nodding his head before swallowing.

The next thing you know, you’re on top of the counter, his lips latched to yours as he gives you a dazzling and dizzying kiss that’s leaving you breathless.

“Baby?” He asks, hands roaming the bare skin under his shirt you slept in last night, fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties before moving up to span your waist rubbing small circles just below your breasts.

You hum when he moves his kisses to your jaw and down your neck closing your eyes and letting a content sigh leave your lips.

“Wanna give me head?”

You chuckle and shake your head, opening your eyes to meet his, “no, I want to eat.”

“Mm. Me too.” He’s grinning with a mischievous look in his eyes before dipping two fingers in the mountain of whipped cream, using his free hand to pull your hips in closer to him. When you gasp he sticks his cream coated fingers in your mouth where you swirl your tongue around them immediately, watching his reaction as you suck his fingers clean.

His lips part, rocks his hips slowly against you before swallowing thickly at the sight. Satoru’s in his black briefs, the only thing keeping you separated is the two very thin pieces of fabric you currently wear.

You said you want to eat but he also knows you well enough to know you won’t say no, because you want it just as much as him. He lifts his shirt over your head and tosses it behind him where it lands on the dark hardwood floor with a soft thump.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters as his gaze roams over your bare breasts, appreciating every dip and valley of your near naked body. He kisses and nips your clavicle before laying you down on the island, gasping at the cold contact of the marble on your back, arching up into him where you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Satoru’s large hands massage the skin of your hips and thighs, holding you close to him as he slips a nipple into his mouth, tugging, nipping and swiping his tongue over the hardened bud. Your legs wrap around him in response, holding him as close as he can possibly get with your pussy and his hard cock still clothed.

Your hands find purchase in his hair, tangling your fingers between the silky strands as he kisses between the valley of your tits to the other side, murmuring low “I love yous” in between, and you return the sentiment in conjunction to rutting your hips against his, soaking through both thin fabrics.

Satoru takes the whipped cream from his waffles and spreads it across your chest, tits and stomach, licking a strip up from the fabric of your panties working his way up, licking the sugary whipped topping clean from each spot he piled it on.

He starts low, gliding his wet tongue across your stomach, dipping it into your navel as you watch with half lidded eyes, and he teases with kisses and licks excruciatingly slowly.

When he finally makes it back up to your lips, your hands cup his cheek and your brows furrow in realization that some of the topping made its way onto his neck. You laugh slightly when he pulls away before sitting up and grabbing a strawberry from his plate and using it to wipe off and seductively eat half of the strawberry in front of him.

Satoru watches, eyes blown, full of lust when you hold the other half to his lips. He accepts, chewing the strawberry half slowly, savoring it while you kiss and suck the remnants of the strawberry juice from the smooth column of his throat.

A deep growl erupts from his chest when he swallows, lips finding yours in a passionate, sloppy kiss where your tongues glide against one another in haste.

Satoru easily lifts you from the counter, gripping a handful of your ass, your hands wrapped around his neck and in his hair as he carries you off to his bedroom, dropping your onto his bed before discarding his briefs and ripping off your panties.

The honeyed and haste filled kisses quickly turn into your wrists being bound to his headboard and gripping the sheets below, pillow under your stomach so your ass is raised enough for Satoru to snap his hips at a relentless pace, watching the way your ass jiggles with each thrust.

The bedroom is filled with sounds of his headboard knocking against the wall repeatedly and wet, slick slaps with each pump of his hips. You’re calling out his name, telling him how good he feels with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Satoru’s losing himself in you, the same way he always has, thrusts becoming more and more sloppy by the second, placing several kisses in the center of your back between your shoulder blades and running his nose along the edge of your shoulder.

The moment your pussy clenches and throbs around his thick cock he moans out your name next to your ear, filling your cunt with his release. 

He releases your wrists, flipping you over to your back before dramatically plopping down on top of you with a grin when you huff at his full weight pinning you against the mattress.

“Satoru,” you laugh, “get off me, you’re so heavy!”

He smiles against your neck, giving several gentle kisses before sitting up on his elbows. You take a deep breath, moving the sweaty strands of hair stuck to his forehead out of his face. Eyes locked together, taking each other in.

You’ve never felt happier, luckier or more cared for in your life than you have in his presence, since the very beginning.

“I love you.” It’s quiet, comes out as a sigh and his lips are on yours again until he’s hard, legs tangled between the sheets of his bed and entwined together for the rest of the morning.

It’s midafternoon now, and Satoru ordered out once again, neither of you having much of a desire to get dressed and go out into the world or to take the time out of your day to attempt to cook something that would likely result in having to order out anyway.

Since you didn’t bother to eat a real breakfast this morning, the two of you are starving, having spent your morning rolling between the sheets. He’s sitting on the couch in his briefs, you in a small silk robe that’s barely tied at the waist in his closet with the T.V. down low as the two of you eat, laugh and joke around.

You find yourself on his lap after you finish eating, back to his chest as the muted show on the television plays in the background. He’s ghosting his hands over your skin, the robe having fallen open when you moved to sit on him.

He glides his hands over your arms, shoulders, chest and stomach with gentle, barely there touches leaving goosebumps and fire in his wake. Your head is leaned back on his shoulder, nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck where you leave several small tender kisses and eventually fall asleep in his arms.

By evening, you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, moaning at the slow deep strokes he’s giving you, your arm’s are around his neck, his around your waist holding each other close, neither wanting to let go.

He’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear: you’re perfect, his everything, how much he loves you.

The day has turned from marathon sex into something else, something sweeter, it’s solely about being present with one another.

Your hips work slowly together, deep strokes that bring pleasure in an entirely different way than either of you have ever experienced before. Rather than racing to your finish, or trying to get each other off as many times as possible, you’re taking it slow, enjoying the time together.

The deep breathy moans on the crook of your neck, the soft tender kisses to your cheeks and lips, the way your bodies move and glide with one another, it’s an expression of love neither of you had ever thought possible.

Neither of you thought of sex as anything more than a physical release, but together it’s a vulnerability you share only with one another.

“Marry me,” he whispers, and your eyes shoot open, searching his. He’s got a gleam in his eye, one you’ve seen several times but could never make sense of before.

“What?” Your eyes flicker across his face for any sign of teasing, you cup his cheek, hips slowly coming to a stop.

He looks a little nervous, a little afraid you might say no, and that maybe you really don’t feel the same way about him, that you didn’t really mean it when you told him you loved him earlier.

Swallowing thickly, he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, “think about it. Every curse user and organization knows what happened during our last mission by now. They’ll most likely abandon any hope they had in fucking with you in the future. But if you’re my wife, it’ll never cross their minds again.”

“So, this is just to protect me?”

“Yes and no,” he chuckles, “it’s also because I love you.”

You feel your heart literally skip a beat as you look at him, blinking with wide eyes, palms getting sweatier and more clammy by the second. “Satoru, we’ve only been dating for like… a few months, and-”

He places his hand on the back of your head, pulling you in a tender kiss, “stop thinking about it so hard.”

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, already knowing the answer. From the moment you ran into each other in New York, moving halfway across that world because there was a miniscule chance you’d see him again and find answers, through all of the jealousy and anger. It was always going to be him.

“Fuck, okay,” you whisper, opening your eyes to meet his crystal gaze nodding your head, “yes.”

You’re both smiling, giggling into one another, as he rocks his hips back and forth slowly again, talking about how everyone is going to think this is insane until your foreheads are pressed together, legs trembling as your pussy clenches around him and he groans, falling over that edge by your side.

The two of you lay like this for a while, him still inside you; you’re pushing his hair out of his eyes, he’s tucking hair behind your ear with soft sweet kisses in between, laughing, smiling and whispering to one another until he’s hard again.

Eventually, you’re curled next to him, asleep on his chest as he runs his hand up and down the length of your back, watching you sleep.

He never thought things would turn out this way when he felt the presence of that curse, hidden deep within an alley so many years ago. Laying eyes on the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his seventeen years of existence, who’s turned into the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

He grabs the hand on his chest, entwining his fingers with yours as you sigh, content in his presence and he’s happy. Truly happier than he ever thought possible for him.

Two people who thought themselves cursed - one the strongest with the weight of the world on his shoulders, the other never knowing what they are or where they belong. Both cursed to live a life of loneliness.

You’re exactly what the other needs, two odd shaped puzzle pieces that against all odds, fit perfectly next to one another.

He knows, as he lays in bed, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, smiling softly as you unconsciously move closer to him, leaving no space between the two of you, that if he had to do it again; the curiosity, questions, jealousy, anger, heartbreak.

He absolutely would.

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