Gojo Satoru Was A Liar.

gojo satoru was a liar.

“you’re my first love.”

to say you were baffled by this new drop of information by your lover was an understatement. you’d been dating satoru for a month now—you were friends before that. you know his playful personality well enough to be able to look through all of his jokes and teasing comments.

“hah, tha’s a funny one.” you chuckle sheepishly as you continue to gaze at the sky. you were standing at the rooftop of a building after finishing a mission together, the beautiful sunset a welcomed change after the chaos.

there was no way satoru — the gojo satoru — hadn’t been in love with anyone before you. his good looks, his power, his status, his money. . . you were sure satoru had been with many women before you. he easily could if he wanted to after all.

“not joking.” satoru frowns as you don’t believe him. it wasn’t a frown out of frustration at your reaction, but rather in a sad pouty way. his slender fingers run over the knuckles of your hand which he held;

“i’m completely serious—only ever had eyes for you.”

the doubt in your eyes was like a dagger through his heart.

“could you please believe me?”

you turn your head and tilt it up to look at the white-haired man—the light illuminating his features perfectly. especially those glossy lips. those kissable glossy lips that seem to be a magnet, begging to meet yours.

there was no way. you? out of all people he could get. ‘yeah, right,’ is what you thought to yourself. though, you knew better than to doubt satoru when he spoke so seriously to you. that usual jokey tone nowhere to be found in his smooth voice.

a rare sight; satoru being completely serious. without bursting into laughter or making even the smallest of jokes.

“yeah. i believe you.” you nod, not knowing what to say to the unexpected information he decided to share. a silence, only interrupted by the distant noises of cars honking, makes you once again realise how serious this conversation had turned out to be.

“no, ya don’t. i can see it in your eyes, baby.”

‘baby’ — your heart skips a beat. you were the only one he has ever referred to with those adoring pet and nicknames. the only one satoru’s allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

satoru’s hand finds its way to the side of your face, fingertips scratching the skin near your ear gently as he guides your body towards his. like two unstoppable forces, your bodies press against one another, feeling like one.

“look at me,” your boyfriend mutters and you do as told, your doubts instantly clearing once the sheer adoration and love radiating from his magical blue eyes tell you enough. that’s enough evidence to support his first comment —

“mhm. that’s it.” satoru sighs softly and leans in to kiss you softly, his lips on yours making you dizzy in the best ways possible, his other hand on the small of your back to push you closer to him than you already were.

the kiss was the cherry on top.

once you pulled away, the love in his gaze hasn’t faded at all. in fact, the intensity of his love for you seemed to have increased. satoru was absolutely smitten with you.

he smiles gently once he sees the realisation hit you. that was all he wanted to achieve by saying what he said to you; the pure joy on your face once you come to know that you were indeed his first ever love. the first person he’s loved in all those years he’s lived;

“my pretty girl — my one and only.”

gojo satoru was anything but a liar.

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧

Satoru started leaving things at your place at two months. You never seem to mind it because you did get him his own pair of house slippers (which was too small because you didn't want to tolerate the possible bad jokes had you asked his shoe size) when he first visited, follow by a toothbrush when he began to spend the night more frequently.

His clothes were the first to find their way into your hamper, where you'd wash along with your laundry, fold neatly and tuck away into a drawer you emptied out for him. When you'd both go grocery shopping together to make dinner一he always covers the cost of course, because that means the bunch of snacks and sweets would always be available to him in your pantry for movie nights. And when appliances in your kitchen break like your kettle, he lends you one from his apartment but it's yours to keep. You even tease him that he smells like you now because he borrows your products when you both shower together, but what's not to love about your scent when it's so familiar and comforting to him.

Your heart nearly skips a beat when Satoru suddenly calls your place his home too. "I can't wait to come home to you," he confesses over the phone since he’s been sent on a week long mission. When you look around your space you're reminded of the little remnants that he leaves behind. The silly Gojo doodle wishing you a great day and to not miss him too much (but please actually do) stuck on your fridge by a magnet, his extra pair of sunglasses next to your keys that you keep on the table by the front door, and when you glance down you hadn’t realized you were wearing his shirt as your way of feeling close to him when he’s away.

So when the words, "Why don't we move in together?" finally reaches him when you're both sweetly cuddling in bed after he returns to you safe and sound, you can see the excitement behind his eyes as they burn brightly. He’s been waiting and waiting despite all his not so subtle hints for you to consider the idea since he’s ready to take that step only when you are.

thinking about how gojo gets so giddy and smiley when you kiss his dimples :(

like he’ll do anything for you to press kisses to his lil dimples, sometimes preferring that than actually kissing you on the lips. he always tells you it makes him feel so pretty <3

he’ll be blushy and would get so shy, his cheeks growing red and his ears burning. he would try to hide his face the first time, too giggly to look you in the eye, especially when you tease him.

“you like your dimples kissed? what happened to all that big talk earlier, look at how much you’re melting right now!” he would just huff and pout, still blushing at your actions

sometimes he’d smile and angle his cheeks at you, waiting for you to press gentle kisses to the indentations on his cheeks.

“wish i could just lay in your dimples, pretty boy” you sigh, kissing his cheeks and brushing his hair out of his eyes. he’d let the words go straight to his heart, warmth blossoming in his chest as you peppered kisses on his face.

he’ll come home after a long day, settling next to you on the couch, melting into your touch when you rub your hand up and down his arm as he lays his head on your chest. his dimples appearing softly when he hears you talking about your day, laughing at your terrible jokes.

“there they are” you grin, placing enthusiastic kisses over his cheeks, smile only growing as you watch your lover grow redder by the kiss.

“you’re obsessed,” he giggles, face smushed between your hand and your lips, “thought you said your favorite feature was my eyes” he pouts.

“changed my mind,” you hum, kissing his dimple once more before letting him wrap his arms around you.

satoru finds that years later, as the two of you are sitting on the couch, much older and wiser than before, he’s still giddy and shy when your lips press to the small dimples. he still blushes just as deep as the first time you did it.

you find him just as charming and endearing with every giggle and giddy smile. you’re still as in love as before, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks whenever you have the chance.

a/n: idk man i just need to kiss his dimples every day every hour every second !

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TAEHOON SEONG:

"first time w/ taehoon" ⤷ your first time with taehoon seong *NSFW*

waking up with jjk characters

cw: fluff, sweet bf megumi, gojo almost kills you /j featuring: gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro

a/n: hi!! this scenario has been in my drafts for SO LONG and i'm just getting to writing it 💀💀also i changed my tumblr theme from light blue to dark blue, and i really like it!! lmk how this is (im so sorry if the characters are ooc)

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

on the rare occasions satoru gets to sleep in, he uses it to his full advantage, staying in until noon - and not letting you leave either. you have tried multiple times to escape his arms, but each time you get close, he only pulls you in and holds you tighter. at this point you've given up trying to escape and instead try reasoning with him to let you go.

"please satoru! i have to use the bathroom so bad! do you want me to piss myself?" you plead, turning to face him.

"if it means you stay here, then yes." he responds, holding you closer to him.

"pleasee! it's almost 12:30, i wanted to start the day bright and early! let me go!!" you beg, losing energy over his antics.

"it's a little late, don't you think? why not just stay with me a little longer? what's the harm in that?" he reasons, opening one eye to look at you.

"the harm is that i'm about to piss myself! let me go!" you respond sternly.

"yeah, no harm done, that's what i said." he says, ignoring your pleas and instead laying ontop of you.

after going back and forth with him, you completely give up on the excuse of having to use the bathroom and decide to lay in his embrace. you rarely get the chance anyways.

"... i knew you were lying about pissing yourself."

"shut up." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's been almost 2 whole hours since megumi woke up. and he's been in bed the whole time. why? because you're there with him, of course! and he doesn't have the heart to move and risk waking you up when you're sleeping so soundly in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder and using it as a pillow.

megumi shifts to rest his chin on your head, pulling you closer. he rubs your head gently as you begin to stir awake.

"mmh, megumi?" you say hoarsly, blinking sleep from your eyes.

"hmm?" he hums.

"what time is it?" you yawn, blinking sleep away from your eyes.

"almost 8. you can go back to bed, babe. it's still early." he kisses your temple and coaxes you back to sleep. .・。.・゜✭・.

you wake up again to the smell of breakfast being made.

you feel around the bed looking for your boyfriend. "megumi?" you call out.

"yeah?" he answers, walking in the room with a tray of breakfast. talk about smooth.

"you didn't have to.." you sigh, as he places the tray on the bedside table.

"i wanted to." he smiles softly at you. "go wash up, then we can eat."

"okay, give me 10 minutes." you respond, getting out of bed and stalking your way to the bathroom.

"i'll be here.."

pretty boy

gojo has to let you know how much you mean to him

a/n: hi friends! hope you’re all well, enjoy this little piece inspired very loosely by pretty boy by the neighborhood :] let me know what y’all think <3

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gojo is tired, exhausted even.

the fight with sukuna took everything out of him, and the only thing on his mind is getting home to you.

his tired feet carry him home, he knows he could’ve just teleported into the living room, but he enjoys fiddling with his keys, swinging the door open and yelling out, ‘honey I’m hooome!’ it gives him a sense of normalcy.

satoru ignores the sharp pains in his side, he’s sure they’ll be healed in a matter of minutes, the same going for the multiple cuts adorning his arms and face.

the sound of jingling keys has you jumping from the couch, running to the front door and pulling it open, mouth agape at the sight of your lover.

“I’m home” he smiles, his voice a bit weaker than usual, but still in the same singsong tone he always uses.

you don’t waste a moment to wrap your arms around him, tears flowing down your face as you squeeze him against you tightly.

“i was so scared” you whispered, finally pulling away and looking up at him, one of your hands gently settling on his cheek, your thumb brushing the skin gently. satoru leans into your touch, his blue eyes fluttering shut for a quick second.

his much larger hand takes yours in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm before he’s intertwining your fingers, leaning down and pressing kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry, sweets” he mumbles, his lips finally catching yours, smiling as he relishes in the taste of your lip balm, it was the flavor he’d always used, “you steal my chapstick?”

“no” you grin, squeaking when he easily sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the couch and setting you down gently. he makes no move to sit down with you, instead hovering above you, taking in every one of your features and etching them into his brain.

“what?” you mumble, a grin fighting its way onto your face as he shakes his head, “nothin” is all he says, kissing your forehead and finally sitting next to you.

“‘m so tired” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap, your fingers almost immediately carding through his knotted hair, frowning at how dirty it was.

“let’s get you cleaned up angel boy” you reply, brushing his hair back and kissing his forehead. you slip off the couch, heading the the restroom and turning on the water, letting it warm up before calling for satoru.

he lets you undress him, reassuring you he was perfectly fine when your eyes widen at the amount of dried blood on him. he watches the way your fingers ghost over his new scars, the way you so gently take the clothes off his body and usher him into the shower.

he feels his muscles relax as the warm water hits him, sighing in relief when you’re gently rinsing his hair, scrubbing in your shampoo into his scalp. he’s practically purring when you’re running your fingers through his hair, using a bit of your conditioner to get his tangled hair back in order, smiling when you hear his content humming.

he’s smiling at you when you help him with the body wash, scrubbing his back and asking him to lift his arms. it was a silly sight, with him towering over you as you got on your tippy toes to get all the grime off him.

soon satoru was wrapped in a warm white towel, eyes closed as you combed through his hair, putting a couple products in before you moved onto his skin.

it’s an hour or so later when he’s finally under the sheets, finally in bed with you. he’s smiling at you with the most exhausted expression on his face. he knows he should sleep, but he doesn’t wanna take his eyes off you, not after he’s been gone for so long.

“I was okay with it” he says suddenly, clearing his throat before continuing, “with dying.” he can see you flinch at his words, he only takes your hand in his, a silent reassurance that he’s still there, with you.

“oh” is all you can manage to say, the weight of his words settling on your chest, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“you’re the only thing I’ve ever needed, and i have you” he whispers, his blue eyes seemed a bit glossy under the glow of the fairy lights turned on above him. “I knew as long as i had you I’d be alright.”

it was like satoru had picked up the weights from your chest and tossed them aside, instead replacing it with his own body weight, crushing you with love.

“sweetheart i can’t imagine living without you” he confesses, his hearts racing as he sits up, watching as you soon follow his actions, the two of you leaning your backs against the headboard. “I’m so lucky to be with you and-” his voice cracks a little bit, you can’t help but smile at him.

“I know, i felt like i was going insane with you here” you admit softly, leaning over and kissing his nose. “even found myself missing your stupid socks everywhere” satoru giggles at your words, easily grabbing you and setting on his lap so you’re straddling him.

your arms snake around his neck, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheeks, paying special attention to his dimples, smiling when you hear his soft giggles.

“my pretty boy” you mumble, leaning back and admiring him, “my angel boy” the words make him blush, he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, one hand settling on the back of your neck and the other wrapped securely around your waist.

“marry me” he breathes out, his warm breath hitting your ear and sending chills down your spine. you’re wiggling out of his grasp, eyes wide as you stare at him. “marry me, sweetheart” he repeats, his eyes darting all over your face, trying to keep his composure.

“you were the only thing on my mind that whole fight, you’re the only one i want in this life and any other” his grip on you tightens a bit as he continues, “the world could end tomorrow but i wouldn’t care as long as I’m with you, if i have you i know everything will be okay” his eyes don’t leave your face.

“i love you, i wanna love you until the end of our days.”

you don’t know how long it’s been when you finally nod your head, the room is spinning but at the same time it feels like you’re stuck in time. your heart is racing but the comfort of his body warmth has your heart steadily beating, the love struck look on his face makes you want to hug him and never let go. your body is on fire when you finally smile at him and reality catches up with you.

“yes” you whisper, “yeah,” smiling as you throw your arms around him once more, laughing as he squeezes you tightly, the two of you giggling as you pepper each others faces in kisses.

“I’ve got the ring hidden away” he mumbles, his arms untangling themselves from you and moving to place you on the bed before your hands go to his chest, stopping him.

“you can put the ring on my finger tomorrow” you smile, “what i need right now is for you to finally rest” satoru says something under his breath you can’t quite catch, kissing him once more before wiggling out of his lap and onto the spot next to him.

“goodnight angel boy” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair a bit more before finally resting your head on his arm, grinning when he pulls you even closer into him.

“goodnight sweetheart” he mumbles, letting himself be engulfed by the comfort of your presence, his brain finally relaxing as he lets himself fall asleep.

he’s out in minutes, soft snores leaving his lips.

‘my pretty husband’ you think, butterflies filling your stomach as the word husband rings in your ears. yeah, husband seems right.

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