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monocaelia · 10 months

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atlas.

- he could only hold the world for so long, it was about time his body caved in ; aka, the two times you're reminded of his humanity. feat. gojo satoru & gn!reader genre : hurt/comfort , happy ending w.c. : 1.8k

warnings: spoilers for jjk s2 ep5 note : i hate goe joe satoru.

gojo satoru.

you didn't even need to see him to know who he is; he is the revered member of the gojo clan blessed enough to be born with both the six eyes and the infinity cursed technique and is a one in a lifetime miracle.

from the beginning of his life, gojo had been the strongest sorcerer in existence. with both blessed techniques at his will, he was near unstoppable and was worthy of shouldering the problems of jujustu society from a young age, as decided by the gojo clan.

and, for someone as blessed and impenetrable as he is, gojo had never felt the emotional strife of losing someone dear to him.

there are two times that you recall ever witnessing gojo satoru lose his composure, where you have seen the blessed one who holds the power of the gods in the palm of his hands and is always one step ahead of everyone else fall to his knees as the weight of the world finally takes its toll on his poor soul.

the first time was when getou suguru had betrayed jujutsu tech. you weren't sure of the details; you were in the middle of a mission and had returned to the news of your classmate and friend becoming a wanted criminal.

honestly, hearing it firsthand did not feel real to you. getou suguru was someone you had always admired. he was someone who not only had a powerful cursed technique, but was also a skilled fighter and knew how to use his technique to the fullest despite coming from a normal family rather than one of the prestigious families that were well-known in jujustu society.

you had shared smiles with him, stories of the crazy memories made while exorcising curses and the near-death experiences shared while on missions together.

and you knew gojo and getou were near inseparable during their time at jujutsu tech; you couldn't imagine the pain gojo was going through with the news of his one and only becoming a murderer wanted in all of jujutsu society.

you find gojo satoru alone in getou's old dorm room. it's empty; the once neat, but lived in dorm now completely void of any evidence of being lived in with the exception of a framed picture of your class left on the nightstand.

getou and gojo tower over you and ieri, but it's all smiles from the four of you. because of the small frame and the number of people in the photo, you're all squished together. though, it's not like any of you minded.

a perfect picture of youth; the most beautiful moment in life.

the frame is held in gojo's hand as he sits on getou's dorm bed. you can see his fingers clench the frame as frustration settles into his bones, before he relaxes once more.

"it's not your fault, you know," you say gently, breaking the silence and hopefully through the roaring storm that you know is brewing within gojo's head. you step into the room and join gojo on the bed; he doesn't move and he doesn't face you.

"no one saw it coming." you try to reassure him, but you know any attempts at this point are futile. gojo does not respond, a flood of memories flying by crystalline eyes as he tries to figure out when it went so wrong.

the silence is permeable as reality settles into gojo. his lips part, a shaky breath, and he's speaking again.

"i should've seen it coming," he whispers. there's a clear anger in his voice, though you know full well exactly who it's directed at. "i was his friend and i didn't even realize he was hurting alone." His voice cracks.

"i didn't even do anything to save him."

it is then that you begin to see gojo as who he is. he isn't an untouchable god who feared nothing, who had enemies that couldn't even lift a finger to hurt him if they even dared. this gojo beside you isn't an omnipotent god, he's just a kid like you; he's human. he's vulnerable, even if the elders believe otherwise, for his friends are his one and only achilles' heel and the key to his humanity.

not quite knowing the words to comfort him, you reach over to hold his hand. it isn't much, but you know firsthand that just having someone beside you to help support your pain is better than shouldering everything alone.

the tight squeeze of your hand and the quite sniffles beside you are all you need as a reminder that gojo satoru is not a god; he is only gojo satoru.

the second time gojo felt genuine fear was when he nearly lost you.

as a result of a curse that was underestimated for second-class sorcerors to take, you had become collateral for a simple mistake from the higher ups. of course, mistakes could just be that, but everyone knows better.

this was set up so they could easily dispose of you and rule your death as a mere 'accident.' the higher ups needed you gone as the deemed your existence a hinderance to gojo's full potential, a dam in the middle of the river.

lucky for you, you made quick work of the curse before collapsing with the only words you heard being a shout of your name.

the bright lights of the jujutsu high infirmary are the first thing you see when your eyes slowly flutter open. your vision is blurry and the world is still spinning as you regain consciousness. with hesitance, you slowly sit up despite your body aching and telling you to lay back down.

it is only when a firm hand presses against your chest and pushes you down do you actually do so.

crystalline blue meets your gaze. they're playful and full of youth, a pair of blue eyes that you're most familiar with. but theres a shadow of solemnity behind those bright irises and you know exactly why.

"about time you woke up," gojo speaks up, ruffling your hair with his hand. they're roughened from years of training and fighting, but there are no other blemishes that stain the purity of his hands. "i thought you finally had enough of me and decided to kick the bucket, dear." there's a light, jesting tone to his voice as he speaks. he's laughing, though you can see the redness underneath his eyes as he brushes off your near death experience as a joke.

"and leave you alone to torment the students? as if," you jab back with a smile of your own. "i wouldn't ever want to wish that on your students. fushiguro would drag me back from the dead if i left him alone with you."

gojo's bottom lip juts out and his brows furrow in a pout as you say this and you can't help but laugh a little on your own.

"but i know you'll miss me, so i won't die just yet," you reassure your white haired companion. your hand reaches over to hold his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, a reminder that you're alive and still breathing beside him as your pulse and your warmth bleed onto his own.

his hand squeezes yours tightly, as he did years ago, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he bites down onto the plush skin. his eyes aren't focused on you anymore and instead focus on anywhere but you as the reality of the situation settles into his bones.

"promise?" gojo asks, his voice a mere whisper.

he already lost one of his closest friends years ago and you witnessed that heartbreak with your own eyes as you had comforted gojo when he needed it most. you couldn't imagine how his fragile heart would break again if he had lost you just now.

despite being the strongest, you know that not being able to fully protect the ones he held close was one of gojo's biggest weaknesses as much as he tried to hide it.

but you know that you couldn't give him any empty promises knowing the work you're doing. it would only give him false hope and the both of you know that better than anyone else.

you don't answer him and instead pull his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto his skin. with a gentle tug, the hand held by gojo is pulled into his chest as he cradles your palm. his fingers intertwine with yours and your heart swells at the small action.

it is then that you meet crystalline blue once more, though this time they are unwavering as they firmly stand their ground against the hands of fate that, at any moment, could cruelly tear the two of you apart.

"don't leave me," gojo begs. "you can't leave me until the world has turned for the better, for us and for the youth of jujutsu society. i'll make it happen so..."

the once invincible sorcerer brings your hand up to his lips and he presses a kiss along your knuckles, reciprocating the act you did before.

"please, don't leave me."

gojo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. it's soft and hesitant, but you know at this point his fear of your life nearly slipping through his fingers has caught up to him. he pulls away, only to lean down again to kiss you.

your heart flutters feeling his lips kiss yours and you can tell from the way his lips barely ghost of yours that gojo is scared you'll disappear from him if he moves the wrong way. like a warm wave easing the worries that burrow into his entire being, your hand that's free from the one held in gojo's reaches up to cup his face. your thumb caresses his cheek and bring him closer to you, reassuring him that you won't slip away from him should he kiss you too hard.

gojo pulls away from the kiss with cheeks warm and his eyes, now a calming blue that held the stars you love so much, glint with satisfaction and relief.

though, the sweet and tender moment shared between lovers is ruined the moment gojo opens his mouth again.

"don't break my promise, okay? i don't care if you die, i'll die with you and haunt you forever as punishment for dying first, okay?" your white haired boyfriend urges as he leans his forehead against you, blue now an annoyance to you as he forces you to make eye contact with him.

your hand pushes his face away with a snort, ignoring his whining complaints as you do so.

though, it's not like you would ever willingly die first. you couldn't leave gojo satoru alone, your soul couldn't bear the burden of knowing you would shatter the glass that makes gojo's heart.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #didi writes #this got more serious than intended but wtv LOL #this is how i cope with hs gojo arc being animated #i hate stsg so much.#makes my stsg plushies kiss and make up #yes ik there's another time where gojo loses his resolve #but that's for manga readers to know only

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ravenzia · 16 days

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— 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 — 🔞 (𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭!𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

˚₊‧꒰ა Me and Your Mama - Donald Glover ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚔_𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚘𝚗 𝚡

— ☆ —

You and Hiromi work at the same company. It‘s safe to say you see each other often, wich led to you taking a liking to him. Today you both are stuck in a meeting, the only entertainment being you both texting back and forth under the table.

A smile grows on your face at the things he makes you feel and the idea he just gave you.

Your eyes wander around the room, trying to find something more interesting than listening to this boring as hell meeting you’re stuck in.

Your phone vibrates in your lap, catching your attention immediately. You pick it up and take a look, a message waiting to be opened.

You quickly unlock your phone and click on the chat, realizing it’s Hiromi.

Hiro: can’t wait to get out.

A small smile tugs at your lips at his message as you type back.

You: suddenly paperwork sounds appealing 👏🏼

It was true, it did sound more appealing than this.

You sigh when another message from him pops up,

Hiro: I‘d do anything to get out of here.

You glance up at him across the table, noticing how he lets out a breath while staring down at his phone.

You watch him a moment longer until you get a interesting idea.

Your hand goes up and you excuse yourself, saying you need to use the restroom.

Getting up, you feel his eyes on you as you leave the room. Once in the restroom, you walk towards the stall in the very back and step in, closing the door and taking a seat on the closed toilet.

A rush of excitement rushes through you at the thought of what you’re about to do.

Without overthinking it, you slowly start to unbutton the first few buttons of your white blouse until your bra is clearly visible.

Looking down at yourself, you feel your cheeks start to warm up. Not believing you’re actually doing this.

Your hand reaches for your phone and positions it in a high angle after opening the photo app.

Five minutes later you’re back on the chat with Hiromi,

You: still bored?

Not even one minute later he replies.

Hiro: yeah.

You bite your lip and open your gallery, selecting one of the few pictures you just took and send it to him.

You: maybe this helps?

Without realizing it, you start chewing on your lower lip when you see he opened the message but didn’t reply.

Of course he wouldn’t, what were you thinking?

You continue to sit on the toilet for a few minutes, silence lingering in the air around you.

Maybe your idea was stupid, but you can’t help feeling some kind of thrill because of it.

Suddenly, someone walks in and you hear footsteps approaching the last stall. Your stall.

The door slams open and your eyes widen when you take in who it is.

Hiromi.

You gulp, feeling a small amount of embarrassment wash over you. You were at work after all.

He steps in, closing and locking the stall door behind him before his eyes settle back on you.

"Was it intentional? Or did you mistake me for the wrong person?"

Your heartbeat picks up when his eyes wander down to your open blouse.

"It was no mistake," you finally manage to answer.

His eyes meet yours again and they look more…hungry?

You press your thighs together, trying to ignore the wet feeling between your legs and the sudden heat spreading through your body.

Hiromi takes another step closer, slowly kneeling down to your level.

"Not as innocent as I first thought you‘d be, hm?"

You don’t answer that, you don’t need to. Because he already knows.

"What if someone beside me took a glances my phone and saw that picture?" His hands come to rest on the outside of your thighs and you swallow.

"So needy…" His hands slide down until they reach your knees. "What should I do about that?"

Slowly he pushes your knees apart, just enough for him to sit back on his knees between them.

Your breath falters, mind running all over the place.

"I don’t think I ever saw you as quiet as you are right now, what happened?" His hands reach for your hips and he pulls you forward until you’re sitting at the edge of the toilet seat. "Cat go your tongue y/n?"

"I‘m sorry I—" You suck in a breath when one of his hands moves underneath your pencil skirt and swipes a finger over the wet material of your panties.

"You‘re not sorry." His hand retreats, using both hands to push your skirt up to your waist. "I‘m not either."

He sits up on his knees so his body leans closer to yours, his big hands parting your legs further.

Seeing this side of him makes you feel all kind of things. In all those years you worked together, not even once did you think he’d storm into the women’s restroom just to look for you.

You knew he was handsome. Almost all women in the office eye him and chat with him. That’s why you held back, not wanting to interrupt any relationship, if he had any.

He doesn’t seem like the type to fall for things easily or use women just for his needs. That‘s why his reaction right now took you off guard.

His face comes down to your stomach as he looks up at you through his lashes.

At this point you’re all liquid and non-functional.

His head slowly dips down until he‘s between your thighs, gripping them tightly before throwing them over his shoulders.

"Never took you for this type of woman to be honest," He says as he presses light kisses along the inside of your left thigh.

With half lidded eyes and parted lips, you follow his movements.

"But here you are, all soaked…" He takes another glance at you. "Do you often think about me?"

Yes, you do. But you don’t want to say that out loud.

His kisses move up until he‘s inches away from your soaked underwear, his right hand coming up to swipe a finger over them.

You can’t help but let out a soft moan at the sensation, wishing he’d repeat it but on bare skin.

"Answer me." His voice sounds harsher but muffled.

"Yes…"

A hum is all you get before the thumb of his left hand pushes your panties to the side and his tongue swipes between your wet folds.

"Oh my god.."

His tongue moves up until it reaches your clit and gives it a gentle nib, making your head fall back.

"That‘s not my name, try again."

You can already feel yourself pulsating as he dives in deeper so his full mouth is on you.

"Fuck…" You whimper and reach a hand out to grab his hair.

While your fingers run through it, he moves back to your clit and sucks on it, making your legs twitch.

Soon after that you feel a finger swipe over your entrance before slowly pushing inside.

"Hiromi…" A moan escapes you again, your breath coming in short pants.

He gives a hum wich sends a vibration through you, your hips rolling forward to get more of the pleasure coursing through your body.

His finger starts to move, his tongue lapping over your clit and swiping down towards your entrance. Without waiting any longer, he pushes a second finger in.

You lean back against the wall and hold tight onto the toilet seat with one hand as the other tugs at his hair, your face flush and eyes closed.

You feel him moves his fingers in a scissoring motion to stretch you, his big nose hitting your clit.

His eyes open to take a look at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he sees your expression.

"You like that sweetheart?"

Your eyes open and meet his, your mouth still parted with only panting noises coming out of it.

His mouth leaves your pussy, his fingers continuing to slide in and out in a slow pace.

He‘s doing it on purpose. You know that. The first reason would be to savor your expressions and drink up your noises, and the second to punish you for sending him that picture.

Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he pulls his fingers out completely, earning a whimper from you.

"No…please…"

If you never heard him chuckle before, you do now. The fingers he used inside of you are now in his mouth as he cleans them from your juices.

"I‘m not going to fuck you."

A small pause.

You frown with the last strength you had left. "What?"

He gets up to stand, his eyes taking you all in.

With quick movements he unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants but doesn’t pull them down yet.

"Get up."

You do. You stand on weak legs, hair messy from rubbing against the wall.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall."

You do. Turning your back to him and leaning your chest forward until you’re pressed against the stall wall, your hands coming underneath you as you rest them on the wall as well.

"Why don’t y-" A hiss leaves your throat when hot flesh rubs against your soaked folds.

His chest leans down to press against your back, his hands gripping onto your hips tightly to keep you from moving.

"You wanted to say something?" His mouth is close to your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

He uses his wider stance to push your legs together until you stand normally.

"What did you want to say, hm?" He asks as his dick pushes between your folds with a little more force, earning a gasp from you.

His hips move slowly, his dick gently rubbing against you, eventually hitting your swollen clit.

"Fuck…" You moan under your breath.

"Imagine how it would feel if I was inside,"

You moan at that thought.

"So tight and warm," He presses a gentle kiss on the side of your neck.

"Would you like that sweetheart?"

You would. And how you would.

A shiver runs down your spine when the tip of his dick runs over your clit again and you arch your back.

The movements of his hips pick up and he applies more pressure to get more moans out of you.

The right hand that was on your hip moves up to cover your mouth and pull your head back against his chest.

"Shh…you’re going to make people think someone is stabbing you in here because of how much you moan." His voice is low and quiet against the shell of your ear.

Your eyes roll back when his dick slides just right again, your legs starting to shake from the pressure forming in your abdomen.

He notices and keeps his pace for a moment longer until he sees you‘re about to come undone.

Thats when he stops.

"Hiro…" You cry out against his hand, tears gathering in your eyes from frustration.

"You wanna come sweetheart?"

No hesitation, no thoughts. You nod hard as a tear rolls down your cheek.

His hips start to move very slowly again and his hand leaves your mouth, sliding in between your legs to circle your clit.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck…" You pant out loudly, back arching further against his chest.

His fingers move faster and your vision starts to blur from how close your are.

With one more hard push of his hips and pressure of his fingers, you finally fall over the edge with a high pitched cry.

Before your legs could give up, his hands wrap around your waist and hold you flush against him.

"Good girl." He whispers in your ear and gives your earlobe a nib before pulling away and turning you to face him.

You‘re a complete mess, face red, hair disheveled, eyes heavy and mouth parted to catch your breath as if you just ran a marathon.

His thumb wipes the mascara that smeared down your cheek and he looks at you with satisfaction.

"Next time you send me something like that again," He starts, his eyes sizing you up. "I‘ll make sure you won’t sit for two weeks."

You gulp, slowly coming back to your senses when you realize he started cleaning you up and pulling your skirt down.

"You can get me next time," He looks you up and down, hoping you got the message. "Now let‘s get back. I‘m sure the meeting‘s long over."

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