#soft toru

husband!satoru : my wife is upset with me

huffing, lips pursed, you shift away from any of satoru’s attempts to touch you, which is comical considering the fact that you’re facing him straddling his lap.

“talk to me” satoru groans reaching out for you again and you swat his hand off your waist, moving to open the first aid kit and taking out some iodine with various other ointments.

it was another night where your husband had pushed himself too far, taking up more missions than needed, covering for others and coming back home injured.

feeling ignored, satoru observes the furrow of your brows, finding you unbelievably cute, he moves forward to peck you quickly on your forehead before you can react.

“you know, it’s sweet when you worry for me,” satoru remarks with his unwavering demeanor.

however his cockiness, pushes you over the edge, you hate how much he overworks himself, and worse so how he pretends he’s okay afterwards, that all this extra burden doesn’t take a toll on him.

as his lover, and his wife you notice it, the bags forming under his eyes, the look of exhaustion he hides from you, his constant appearances back home with one injury or another.

sighing at your lack of response, he drawls “i just don’t like it when you ignore me” his hand comes up to cup your cheek but you grab his wrist, shooting a sharp glare at your husband.

a whisper from him then, “scary…” the strongest sorcerer alive, is scared of you, his wife, who’s only ever wanted for him to take care of himself. for once just to put himself first.

observing his wounds you clean them carefully with a wet rag, his defined chest littered with small yet painful looking scratches, as you proceed to place a soothing ointment on them.

you watch your husband relax under your touch, the warmth from your thighs and your caring gaze combined allowing him to finally rest.

done bandaging him up, you push up from his chest still mad, and not wanting to speak to him just as you’re tugged down back into his lap by a very sleepy satoru.

“you know..i can’t heal if my wife is upset with me”

resolve shaking, you sigh giving in “you never listen to me,” sick of his antics you speak voice stern,

“satoru gojo, if you continue to keep this cycle of overworking yourself and coming back home injured i swear on OUR marriage i will kill you.”

your husband stares at you silently, absorbing your statement and slowly his mouth tilts up…is he grinning?

the audacity of this man.

“yes ma’am” he muses nodding wildly, hands previously resting on your waist now moving up.

you roll your eyes.

un-fucking believable.

firefly; i rewatched hidden inventory recently and was inspired by the fact that when gojo realized his powers he had to take the burden of most others, forgetting about his own wellbeing ❀ུ͏  

bf!satoru : he interrogates you

“Do you say z-ee or z-ed?”

“What?”

“The pronunciation”

“Oh, zee.”

Satoru thinks for a moment, “Do you call it gas or petrol?”

“Petrol.”

“Gum or bubble?”

“Bubble gum.”

“Yes! That’s right!” he shoots a victorious punch in the air satisfied with your answer.

“What’s with all these questions?” you smile, amused.

He shrugs,“I don’t know, just wanted to get to know you better.”

“We’ve been dating for 2 years,” you roll your eyes “You know me.”

“I do but not the important stuff” your boyfriend drawls clearly taking this very seriously. Adorable.

“What’s your third favorite color?”

“You sound like a child” you poke his arm.

He whines, “Come on, lock in. This is important”leaning down to lay his head on your lap, stretching one long leg crossed over the other.

Giggling, you think: typical.

“Well hmm…maybe maroon?” you deliberately push his hair back, forehead exposed as you run your hand through it.

His infinity turned off just for you.

“Ever seen a more beautiful hairline than this?” smug, he continues “What’s your favorite color of all time?”

Ignoring his self praise, you pretend to scowl down at him, “You should know this.”

“Oh, I wonder truly…I don’t think I know ow!-” he pouts dramatically at your light flick to his forehead.

He teases, “You’re so evil babe, but I’m right where I need to be. It’s blue right?” smiling up at you, eyes shining.

Satoru raises his eyebrows to emphasize the point.

Cute.

Bending your head down to leave a peck on his forehead you respond, “Nope, it’s pink.”

A meek attempt to humble him.

“Oh come on, I could’ve sworn it was blue and now it’s pink? Sounds like a gender reveal!” he huffs always upset when losing.

Unable to think of a response you continue to play with his hair ruffling it up then straightening it earning a soft sigh of content from your lover.

He doesn’t know it but he’s right. Blue is your favorite color. It has been ever since you met him.

You can’t escape that color. The sky, the polish on your nails, your favorite beach, every clip you wear, the eyes you come back home to everyday.

What a lovely nuisance.

“You tell me yours then?”

Satoru looks up at you quizzical.

“Your favorite color?” you urge.

“Hmmm…” he thinks, tapping his cheek with his pointer finger.

Looking into your eyes he reaches some conclusion.

“Brown?”

“Liar.” you pinch Satoru’s nose watching it scrunch up.

You gasp.

Time moves fast, in a blur of motions, Satoru’s up and pinning you down, both your wrists under his grasp.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean you keep poking and prodding me like that” he whispers voice heavy all of a sudden.

Bringing one hand down to your waist, the other holding both of yours, he retorts “And I’m not a liar.”

You squirm as he gives a little squish to your waist watching you with those earnest blue eyes.

Satoru’s example of sweet revenge.

“B-but no one’s favorite color is brown, check the stats!” you argue still not backing down, although you feel flushed.

“Oh baby, trust me, I know the stats.” Satoru grins, the hand at your waist moving under your shirt as your breath hitches.

Why is it so hot all of a sudden?

firefly; my attempt at delving into slightly suggestive territory, i keep writing fics with them on the couch maybe i should try out a new setting…kitchen? bedroom? alleyway?

bf!satoru : when he is upset

“Toru”

“Toruu”

He’s not responding.

You’re perched up on your knees next to him, hands on his lap, trying to gauge his attention by bringing your face into his field of view.

“Toruuu!”

Your boyfriend, Satoru has been like this ever since you got home. Although the sight of you bent over like this on the couch piques his interest yet he refuses to budge, hands crossed with furrowed eyebrows.

“Satoru?”

Nothing.

You sigh leaning back on your knees, defeated. Satoru watches you from the corner of his eye.

“Listen I-“

You pause watching him as he brings his hand up fingers making a mock phone as he pulls it up to his ear. With a whiny tone he speaks into his hand-phone.

“Hey! I thought my girlfriend cared about me and loved me but no! First she cancels our plan to go out not once but TWICE and ofcourse as a generous boyfriend I reschedule it AGAIN to today but guess what! She forgets about it and chooses to go to the salon instead, she’d go anywhere but be with me! And here I was with dinner ready waiting for her by the door like a puppy!”

You listen face heating up as realization dawns on you.

shit. i completely forgot, i thought i got off work early today so why not go and get my eyebrows done? oh no, my poor baby.

Your boyfriend watches you as you hesitantly copy his mock phone with your own fingers and bring it up to your ear.

“I am so sorry, my lovely boyfriend”

“I’m hanging up” he huffs.

“No wait! Don’t hang up”

“Beeeeep” he rolls his eyes.

“Wait no, please just hear me out” you beg, searching his eyes for some sign of softness.

“Beeeeeeeeeeeep” he persists

“Pretty please?”

You watch as he pouts but still holds his mock phone up to his ear, listening.

“I’ll be honest with you Satoru, it slipped my mind. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you” you speak into your hand.

He sighs leaning back, understanding.

He’s so sweet to you, always giving you grace.

“Forgive me?” you pout back at him.

You’re suddenly being lifted, his hands parting your thighs so you’re straddling his lap, manhandling you easily.

“I hated that” he grumbles snuggling into your chest.

You giggle “You can’t stay mad at me for long can you?” he shakes his head no against your chest, making you giggle.

“Although the idea of you waiting for me like a puppy is very intriguing” you tease.

His face flushes as he looks up at you clearly catching the bait “I didn’t mean it literally okay?”

“I’m serious though” you affirm.

“I didn’t know you were into hybrids” he grins, his eyebrow quirking up, teasing you back.

“You never asked” you retort.

“Yeah yeah, top 10 things that are never happening” he shrugs his hand coming up to cup your face a sudden question on his tongue, “Did you get your eyebrows done?”

You nod, excited “You noticed!”

He hums smiling up at you, fingers grazing your freshly trimmed eyebrows.

It was your favorite thing about him among other things. His attention to detail.

Still feeling guilty about the previous ordeal you suggest “I’m getting sleepy let’s hurry and have dinner so you’ll have time for dessert” winking down at him.

Suddenly, your boyfriend is up on his feet, rushing towards the kitchen your hand in his, pulling you along. Your laughter following.

firefly; this habit of his is canon btw🤙

Satoru doesn’t care much for meetings with the higher ups.

He considers it a snooze-fest, just some suits appointed to order him around blah blah blah.

However he does believe in meeting etiquette which includes not using mobile devices during the meeting.

The constant buzzing in his pocket isn’t helping though.

Unknowingly, his knee bounces and his mind wanders from the meeting to the consistent ringing from his phone.

i wonder if it’s urgent.

He keeps glancing down at it, wishing it to stop and then back at the higher ups trying to focus but failing.

Luckily, the suits are done talking and satoru leaves the room in under a blink, thumb on the reciever.

unknown number? huh.

“Yes?” he huffs clearly irritated.

“Hello this is the CK police department speaking, the car registered under this number has been in a crash, urgently report to the scene”

shit.

husband!satoru : carry the baby for me

Back aching, dragging swollen feet you pad across the living room towards your husband, satoru.

Approaching his slightly drowsy figure on the couch you call out his name. Slowly his sleepy gaze lifts and lights up at the sight of his 6 months pregnant wife.

“Hey…baby” his voice soft, gaze lingering at your swollen belly and the cute pout on your face.

“What’s wrong?” he questions standing up, hands automatically resting on your hips.

“Carry the baby for me” you huff out.

Satoru tilts his head amused at his wife’s command “I would honey, if I could I would turn into a male seahorse and carry all our children”.

You glare at him, too moody for his silly antics and proceed to turn around on your feet, his chest to your back.

“Give me your hands toru” and being the ever pleasing husband he is he abides.

Bending down you feel your husband in the crook of your neck watching you guide his hands under your belly.

Something clicks and he whispers “yes ma’am” as he lifts your belly gently with his large hands.

A sigh of content leaves your lips as the weight of the bump gets transferred to your husband momentarily.

After all carrying the strongest’s offspring is no easy task.

Satoru watches as you melt into his chest, snuggling into your neck and inhaling your scent.

“I wasn’t joking about the seahorse part” your chuckle vibrates against his chest, his heart beating faster as your warmth ruminates through him, your mood clearly elevated.

firefly; my first post ever! i’m so nervous posting my work hopefully i can improve my writing through this ❀ུ͏