rotten.

synopsis. happy wife, happy life.

content. gojo satoru x male!reader. smut. minors do not interact. bottom satoru + top reader. established relationship. fingering. sex with prep. unprotected sex. anal. swearing. clan leader!reader. very lovey-dovey. demanding princess satoru and his boyfie who can't say no to him. spitting in his mouth. light choking. satoru's absolutely unhinged pov. oh and breaking the bed. that too.

wc. 8.1k

message from noe. chose promise, chose due, even if it's months later... @burgojo this one is for you!!!

Nikolai never shut up about his wife.

Price had heard it over comms more times than he could count, my wife says, my woman hates when I’m late, I’ll ask the wife if she’s free this weekend. Ghost had assumed it was an elaborate bit, Soap swore she had to be terrifying, and Gaz was convinced she didn’t exist at all.

So when Nikolai finally invited them out to his place, some sprawling, well-hidden cabin tucked deep into the Russian countryside, the Task Force arrived prepared for anything.

Anything except this.

The door opened, and the first thing Ghost clocked was height. The second was sheer mass. The man standing there was taller than Ghost himself, broad-shouldered, thick through the chest and arms like he’d been carved out of concrete and stubbornness. A faint scar, hair pulled back, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms that looked more suited to snapping rifles than pouring tea.

He blinked at them once, slow and unimpressed.

“…Can I help you?”

Soap’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “Uh...hi?”

Behind him, Nikolai’s voice carried from the kitchen, warm and familiar. “Lyubimyy? Who is it?”

The man snorted, stepping aside. “Your boys.”

Nikolai appeared a moment later, dish towel over his shoulder, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. His arm slid easily around the man’s waist, pulling him close without hesitation. “Ah. Finally. You meet my wife.”

Price coughed. Hard.

Ghost stared.

Gaz very helpfully said, “Sir, that’s a bloke.”

Mmmm… fucking Robert in the janitors closet at work because he just looked so pretty that day. Your cock rammed into his hole and he practically screamed into your hand (if you didn’t cover his mouth you both would definitely be getting caught). Your other hand was up his shirt, doing very little to support his body from falling down the wall. If anything all you were doing with said hand was running it up and down his chest and teasing him. His noises vibrated your palm, you noticed that they got more frequent.

This time, you decided you’d let him cum. Otherwise he’d be pissy throughout the whole day. Whether it be with you or basically anyone. Your hand slipped from his mouth and down to his cock. You made sure to tell him to keep quiet as best as he could. Wrapping your hand around his cock, he jerked— mouth immediately opening for a gasp. “Shh..” you didn’t want to take any chances.

When Robert got back to his desk from his “break”, he seemed a lot happier than the last time Z-Team had seen him. They got to thinking and, of course, placed their bets onto what happened.

⸝⸝ gojo satoru being your husband is a surprise to his students .ᐟ

megumi isn’t one to talk about his family much. he has you, and satoru, everyone knows sensei takes care of megumi since he was little. not everyone knows you two are married, though. no one expected it, someone like you, the grounded and serious teacher to be with satoru gojo of all people.

which explains why his students are freaking out after you just kissed him goodbye.

“why didn’t you tell us megumi!!” nobara looked at him so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash from that turn. “sensei is married?!” yuuji chimed in, unaware of the meaning of personal space megumi likes to reenforce. megumi grunts and mumbles something under his breath. “because you’d react like this..” the quiet boy scratched the back of his neck. embarrassed and irritated with the exaggerated reactions.

meanwhile, satoru held you closer, nudging your neck with his pointy nose, stirring the fire he had just created back there with his students. “you sure like some drama..” you laughed, ruffling the back of his hair. your laugher brought comfort to satoru on his worst days. “you know me so well~” satoru purred, kissing your forehead before letting you go and calling his students back to their seats. you waved your goodbye—leaving his students perplexed with the secret. that’s why megumi is so smart, both his parents are teachers! so unfair..

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You've been sitting here for three or maybe four hours. You're not sure anymore. The numbers on your laptop stopped making sense a long time ago, but you're finally close to finishing your review for Tuesday's exam.

At some point over the years, this corner of the library basically became your spot. Your territory. Nobody ever comes back here. Seriously, nobody. You could probably disappear into this corner for weeks and they'd only notice sometime next winter.

The shelves are packed with dusty reference books nobody's touched since, apparently, 2011. The closest outlet had been hidden behind a filing cabinet you literally had to drag aside yourself.

It's the perfect place for the absolute silence studying requires. Completely forgotten by society.

Nothing bad could possibly happen here.

Then two hands suddenly cover your eyes from behind, and before you can react, a soft, sugary voice drifts right beside your ear, "Guess who."

...

Well.

Looks like your territory's been invaded.

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It's that she's your best friend.

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She's somewhere on that terrace behind you. You can feel it the way you always can, this low awareness at the back of your skull whenever she’s in the same space. You wonder if she feels it too, If somewhere across the party she’s standing there, thinking about you with the same inconvenient frequency.

Put like that, it almost sounds like infatuation.

It isn’t.

More like a stupid situation.

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