#gojo satoru lemon

[yanderemommabean]

Sooo thinking about gojo who is watching reader through a secret cam everyday. He acts like the sweetest, goofiest guy ever but he is worse.

Gojo just adores when you try to lie to him. It’s a sick thrill he gets, really, knowing what you’re actually up to but asking you to your face regardless, watching as you lie so smoothly through your teeth. He’ll ask what you were up to the night before, maybe even when you decide to “head to bed early” to check in on you, and you lie, say you were tired, say you needed some time to think about work and the upcoming projects. 

He knows what you really do though. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see it to, like you two are bonded in this sense as you share your most intimate fantasies. 

The cameras don’t lie, he watches with perverted and rapt attention when he sees the footage of you beginning to slide your cute night shorts down. A bit earlier than your usual nights but if he’s right, last night's indulgence was  more to relieve stress than being horny. What a shame…See if you’d let him into your home, into your arms, he’d make sure that stress would be milked out of you session after session. He has quite the stamina you know? 

That was earlier this morning when he spent a bit longer getting ready, watching you and your seductive ritual. Now he’s with the group, wondering if any of them know what a needy little minx you actually are, and if they do know, they won’t be around much longer. 

He wets his lips, watching your mouth move as you speak to him about what you were going over last night, but all he can picture is how you throw your head back, how your moans sound when desperate and reaching that peak, wondering what you taste like, what you feel like, how you’d claw his back and beg for him to pump you full of his spend so you never forget how he loves you, and how you belong only to him. 

“Gojo did you hear me?” “Hmm? Yeah, just thinking it over is all” He comments casually, watching as the others roll their eyes, not believing a word. 

You do the same, just more playfully, going back to telling the story of what happened at the gas station last night before you got home. Interesting for sure, it’s not everyday that a fight that big breaks out and it isn’t even curse related, but all he can picture is how your ass looks when you’re on all fours and fingering yourself within an inch of your life, arching and moaning, taunting him to just break his vow and his code. 

Honestly, you're a cruel tease, and you don’t even know it. Gojo wants so badly to sink his teeth into your skin, mark everywhere from that tender neck to your sensitive thighs and especially that delicious ass of yours. 

He has to will the blood away, feeling his cock filling out and trying to stand erect in his pants.It’ll be fine, when he gets home he’ll just switch to the live feed and watch you, be you lounging around in those sleep pants, cooking and being a cute little chef, or blessing him with yet another show with your body completely bare to his hungry and starving gaze. 

“Ugh, Lunch breaks over huh? Well I’ll catch you guys later” Gojo says, standing up and making sure his glasses were perched better on his nose. Oh he wouldn’t waste a second of watching you walk away, that smile, those hips, those legs-They’re all something he wants to claim. 

Most importantly, he wants to claim you. And he’s getting there. Maybe he can convince you to accept yet another gift of his? A cute little shower soap holder shaped like a turtle, that of course, does a bit more than bring the room together. 

(-Mommabean. Hi! I hope you enjoyed!)

#yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere Gojo #yandere male #yandere JJK #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere prompts #yandere gojo x reader #yandere satoru gojo

[rovsemyri]

S. GOJO HCS! ₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

random satoru headcannons/imagines ; [ pt 1 ] ಇ.

𐙚.. cw: !cheating au,size kink, degrading, praise, dom!gojo, sub!reader, fem!reader, overstimulation, oral sex (m! receiving, pain kink. toxic!gojo, slapping

𐙚.. synopsis: satoru’s the type to….

SATORU’S the type to make you answer the phone when your boyfriend calls while he’s balls deep pounding into you from the back. making sure to hit your sweet spot each time, amused by your struggle to hide your choked moans. “babe? you there?” your boyfriend's voice comes through the phone. little does he know your being railed by another man. “yeah!” you manage to choke out before having gojo push your head back down into the pillows, thrusting his hips harder each time your boyfriend waits for a response through the phone.

“alright…” your boyfriend slightly catches on a little, but he says nothing. “ so, i'll pick you up at 8:00.. for our date, yeah?” he asks , “yeah! uh- babe, i gotta go- nngh~” you end the call in a panic, not being able to suppress your moans any longer, you already know you’re going to have to make an excuse for your slip up on the phone, but right now, you can’t think straight at all, not when the strongest jujutsu sourcer is stretching out your cunt right now.

satoru groans, tightening his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he reaches his release. soft groans falls from his lips as he continues fucking into you. you begin to feel yourself giving out…its becoming too much. satoru pulls your hips towards him, slamming himself deep inside of you, causing his name to slip from your lips. “ didn’t you say you could take it, pretty? don’t act like you don’t like it..” he chokes out between his own moans, coming closer to his release. “Your pretty cunt tightened around me while you spoke to him” he let out a chuckle, fastening his pace. “s-satoru“ , please..” you beg him.

not holding back anymore, he grabs you by your hair, pulling you closer to him. “next time, let your boyfriend hear how much better i can fuck you.” he growls into your ear.

SATORU’S the type to continuously fuck you senselessly until you’re no longer able to use words. he’ll promise to go easy on you, fulfilling his promise at first but once your cunt tightens around him, he can’t contain himself anymore and slams himself into you. he loves seeing you completely fucked out, tears running down face, and you slowly giving into letting him use you for his own pleasure. “my pretty slut isn’t finished yet, right baby?” he asks, pulling out just to slam back into you harshly a few seconds later to remind you that he's only getting started.

SATORU’S the type to make you look at him while he’s inside of you, everytime you look away or squirm he'll stop. “didn’t i say to look at me, slut?” he groans, grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. your eyes welled up with tears, bucking your hips towards him. “keep your eyes up here, pretty girl.”

SATORU’S the type to change positions without warning. ruining you from inside and out, leaving marks on your hips from his big hands keeping them in place. mid-way, he’ll forcefully pull you towards him, flipping you onto your back. he doesn’t even give you enough time to adjust yourself before he pushes his leaking cock back into you. pushing down on your lower stomach, a grin appears on his face. “ya feel that, princess? look how well you take me” he moans as he makes you watch how your lower stomach bulges each time he pushes himself deeper into your walls.

SATORU’S the type to make you hate him on purpose, just for him to remind you how much you love when he fucks you. on your knees looking up at him, your makeup running down your face. “awee you pretty thing..” he smiles looking down at you, slapping the tip of his length on your tongue, admiring every bit of this sight. He knew just how to make you hate him. fucking on you and then ghosting you for weeks, random arguements, especially knowing that your boyfriend didn’t treat you well either. as much as you hated him, you couldn’t help yourself, he just fucks you soooo much better than your boyfriend.

“I hate you.” you coo at him, but instead of the reaction you expected, he just smiled before unexpectedly pushing your head down on his length. “you hate me?” he laughs looking down at you choking on his cock. you try to answer by shaking your head ‘yes’ but he refuses to let you come up for air. pulling you by your hair. . “i don’t think you hate me. you might think you hate me but that filthy cunt of yours says otherwise. I can smell your arousal from here” he says, watching as your eyes water and he finally decides to let you breathe. he lets you breathe for a moment before deciding that was enough even though you haven’t fully caught your breath. he slides himself back into your mouth before watching you flail your arms around before resting your hands resting on his thighs, nails digging into his skin. he winces in pain before saying “breathe through your nose, bitch” as he slaps your face, making you flinch.

you could tell he’s almost at his release by the way his cock twitches each time you tighten your lips around him. you try breathing through your nose more, taking him in your mouth begins to feel easier until he’s pushing you down farther than you already were. you feel the tears spill out of your eyes from how far down your throat he was. wiping your tears he pulls you off him, taking his cock into his hands, swiping himself against your lips slightly to tease you. “open your mouth” he orders and you obey. jerking himself off as he rests the tip of his cock on ur mouth he lets out a soft groan, “what do you say?” he grins. before you're even able to respond, he groans, releasing on your face, watching as he covers your face in his semen. He smiles and says “didn’t i ask you a question?”

“t-thank you”

“good girl”

#gojo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #gojo satoru #jjk geto #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk nanami #satorugojo #satoru smut #geto smut #jjk hcs #jjk imagines #jjk lemon

[drewyumi]

Drunken Desires..~

MINORS AND FEMALE READERS GO AWAY respectfuly☺️

All characters including you have consented and are aged up

~Uke Suguru and Satoru x Seme male reader!~

smut warning and seggs with reader while hes sleeping if you don't like just leave :3

Satoru and Suguru loved both each other and you dearly.

The three of you have created a nice life with each other and you are happy. But sometimes you feel a little left out

Satoru and Suguru came back from a night out (without you) smiling and slightly drunk.

As they stagger through the door they find you, fast asleep on the couch

They found you knocked out in the couch only with a pair of boxers and a loose T shirt on.

Suguru and Satoru giggled and whispered to each other as they looked at you.

"I guess our M/n has a hard time staying awake without us,"Suguru said softly, smiling as he gazed down at you.

Satoru grinned mischievously and reached out to brush a strand of hair off your forehead."Looks like he's really tired,"he said, his tone playful.

They both leaned in close to you, whispering quietly and giggling as they watched you sleep.

Satoru then Walked up to your sleeping form and sat on your lap as he slowly grinded his clothed ass against your dick as he let out giggles.

As you stirred in your sleep, Satoru's grin grew wider. He turned to Suguru with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"You know what would be fun, Suguru? If we woke M/n up with a little surprise."

Suguru looked at Satoru quizzically, unsure of what he meant. But as Satoru climbed onto your lap and began grinding his ass against your growing erection, it suddenly became clear.

Suguru blushed and looked away, not quite sure what to make of the situation. But Satoru just giggled and continued to grind against you, enjoying the feeling of your hardening cock beneath him.

"C'mon! Suguru I can't do this all by myself..~!" Satoru teased as he let out soft moans at the feeling of your slowly hardening cock rubbing against his clothed hole.

Suguru hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But with encouragement from Satoru, he stepped closer and gently began running his hands over your chest.

"Are you sure about this, Satoru?"he asked uncertainly, but Satoru just grinned and pulled him closer, pressing his lips to Suguru's in a passionate kiss.

"Don't worry, Suguru. M/n won't mind..~"Satoru said with a smirk, as he continued grinding against your lap.

Suguru blushed deeply, but couldn't help feeling turned on by the sight of you and Satoru together.

Satoru then started to slide your boxers off as he revealed your giant girthy cock leaking a delicious amount of pre cum.

Suguru's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of your huge cock as Satoru pulled down your boxers. He couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Satoru's position, but he tried to stay calm and composed.

"Wow, M/n,"Satoru said with a low whistle. I know i say this every time but I can help but be so impressed with how big your cock is...~"

He leaned down and ran his tongue along the length of your cock, teasing the head and lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered there.

Suguru watched with wide eyes as Satoru continued to play with you, feeling both aroused and a bit jealous.

After sucking you off Satoru hovered over your shlong with his ass as he slid down moaning at the yummy stretch as his hole greedily sucked in your cock. (He took off his pants btw)

Suguru gasped softly at the sight of Satoru lowering himself onto your huge cock, feeling a mix of arousal and jealousy as he watched him ride you with abandon.

Satoru moaned and squirmed on your lap, his tight ass clenching around your thick cock as he bounced up and down, taking you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"That's it, M/n,"he panted, his body glistening with sweat as he rode you hard."Give it to me... fuck me harder..."

Suguru could feel his own cock growing harder as he watched the two of you together, his heart pounding fast in his chest as he tried to contain his arousal.

Satoru then increased his speed even faster as he let out a long moan as he came his sticky cum getting on his chest as I let out a low grunt as you fill Him up to the brim with your cum.

Suguru gasped in awe at the sight of Satoru climaxing with such intensity, his body shaking and his muscles clenching as he came all over your chest

As you filled him up with your hot seed, Satoru let out a long, low moan, his body still trembling with pleasure as the two of you came together.

"Wow,"Suguru breathed, feeling a mix of arousal and amazement at how intense the two (well at least Satoru)

of you were together."That was... incredible."

Satoru just grinned, still panting heavily as he leaned against your chest."Better than any other threesome we've had before, don't you think?"

Satoru then slowly pull himself off your cock as he felt you cum slowly drip out of his ass as M/n was still hard and snoring softly "How about you have a turn Suguru..~" Satoru said as he pulled down Suguru's pants and guided him over your hardened slicked up dick as he pushed Suguru down onto your cock as his ass sucked my dick up deliciously.

Suguru gasped at the sudden turn of events, but he couldn't deny that he was incredibly turned on by the prospect of being with you too.

As Satoru guided him over your cock, Suguru felt a shiver of excitement run up his spine. He was a bit nervous, but he couldn't resist the urge to feel you fill him up too.

With Satoru's help, he lowered himself down onto your hard shaft, feeling it slide deep inside of him as he let out a low moan."Oh, god... you feel so good, Taro,"he said breathlessly, as Satoru leaned down to kiss him deeply.

Suguru then started bouncing up and down with the help of Satoru as he held onto his waist while he moved as Suguru started to increase his speeds letting out soft moans as he felt so full due to your ginourmous cock, as Satoru then started to jerk of Suguru as he rode your yummy cock.

Suguru moaned and bounced up and down on your thick cock, his body starting to tremble as he built towards climax.

With Satoru's help, he started to pick up the pace, riding you harder and faster as he let out a series of soft gasps and moans."Oh god, Taro... you feel so big inside me... I can't take it..."

Satoru grinned and reached around to jerk Suguru off as he rode you, his long fingers sliding up and down his cock as he moaned in pleasure."That's it, Suguru,"he said, his voice low and husky."Let it all out for M/n..."

*Suguru groaned and felt his body start to shudder with orgasm, his cock spasming in Satoru's hand as he came hard

I came a few moments after you filled Suguru nicely up with your thick cum as some seeped out of his ass he slowly got off your cock as you grunted softly and groggily opened your eyes as Satoru came and sat back on your dick as he nestled himself down your dick touching the deepest parts of Satoru as he lets out delicious moans at the feeling "A-ah- what..?" You mumbled out as you all of a sudden felt a jolt of pleasure "Mhm~" you groaned out tiredly as Satoru started bouncing up and down letting out soft moans and pants.

Suguru moaned softly as he watched Satoru ride you again, feeling a mix of arousal and jealousy as he saw how much enjoyment he was getting from your cock.

"Good morning, Taro,"he said softly, smiling at you even though he felt a bit left out."It looks like Satoru is having fun with you."

Satoru moaned and bounced up and down on your cock, his body trembling with pleasure as he picked up the pace."Mm, Suguru... come over here and help me pleasure M/n...~"

"Oh fuck" you mumbled as you gripped onto Satoru's waist making him slam down onto your dick "c'mere Suguru" you mumbled as Suguru wobbled closer still a bit tired from recently riding you, your cum still seeping out of his hole "sit on my face." You said as Suguru hesitated but then shyly sat on your face as you started to eat him out your tongue slipping into the ring of tight muscle as you ravish his hole like the starved man you are.😽

Satoru groaned and bounced harder on your cock, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he felt you grip his hips tighter.

Suguru blushed at your request but also felt a surge of arousal run through him as he shyly climbed onto your face, feeling your tongue slip inside him."Oh god,"he moaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions tightly."M/n, that feels so good..."

Satoru reached over to fondle Suguru's cock as he rode your face, feeling the younger man start to tremble with pleasure."You like that, don't you?"he whispered into Suguru's ear as he stroked him."Being eaten out by M/n like that..."

Satoru stopped bouncing as his hole tightened around your cock "Mhm- G-gonna C-cum!♥" Satoru moaned as his sticky cum shot up and covered his chest "Ah..~ m-me to..~" Suguru moaned out as his dick twitched as cum shot up his cute little dick and covered his chest you then soon cummed in Satoru again as you continued slamming him down on your cock over stimulating the poor man as he let out slutty moans as you continued to eat out Suguru both of them feeling intense pleasure.

Satoru gasped and cried out as he came hard, his cum shooting up onto his chest as he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

Suguru moaned and writhed under your skilled tongue, his cock twitching as he came hard as well, his cum splattering all over his chest and abs.

You continued to eat him out while Satoru was riding your dick, both of them feeling intense pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps, sweat beading on their skin as they writhed in ecstasy.

"AH~ T-TO muCh..~!" Satoru moaned as you forced him to bounce in my cock as you continued to ravish Suguru's hole your skilled tongue reaching his prostate After 15 minutes of continuing to over simulate and cause immense pleasure to their bodies they both cummed again letting out moans and pants as you cummed once more filling Satoru up for the 3rd time Satoru then got off your dick as Suguru got off your face as the both got on your sides in my arms as the snuggled with me "Hah... So good.." Satoru mumbled out as he softly rubbed his cum filled tummy as Suguru panted as he nuzzled his face in your neck

Suguru sighed contentedly as he nuzzled his face in your neck, feeling warm and happy between you and Satoru."That was so amazing, M/n,"he said softly, his voice filled with love and admiration for you.

Satoru giggled and stretched out lazily, his eyes half-closed as he snuggled up against you."We're lucky to have you, M/n,"he said playfully, reaching over to give you a gentle kiss on the lips."You always know how to make us feel so good..."

The room was filled with warmth and love as the three of you lay there together, happy and content in each other's arms.

hope you enjoyed you little rats☺️❤

FIRST POST YAYAYAYAYAAYAY not proof read💀

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[inkyteaart]

Welcome Home!

Tags: 

SatoSugu x Reader,Established Relationship,Implied BDSM dynamics,Threesome,Blowjob,Ball worship,Gagging,Facial,Degradation,Name calling (lots of degrading name calling),Slight objectification ,Praise,Tongues are mentioned,Cum is mentioned…a lot…like a lot at the end

"Darlings! I'm home!!!" The door clicked shut behind Gojo as he entered his shared flat. He could already hear his two beloved partners in the other room as he slipped his work shoes off. 

Rounding the corner into the living room, he grinned. There they were. Geto was settled comfortably on the couch, watching TV. As always he let his long legs fall and spread apart. Laying bare on the couch alongside him, with your feet on the arm rest and head in his lap, was you. Gojo could hear the pop as you came off of Geto’s dick to look over your shoulder at him. “Welcome home!” He loved how happy you sounded to see him, almost as much as he loved coming home to this. 

Geto’s hand grabbed at your hair roughly, rubbing your cheek against his hot sloppy cock. “Did I say you were done?” He scolded, slapping the tip against your lips. You moaned, opening your mouth wide and savoring how he shoved your head down. “That’s it. Such a good little whore.” He groaned, moving your head further down before turning his attention to Gojo. 

“Welcome back. Good day at work?” 

“Eh, it was alright. Nanami was riding my ass for most of it. Who can blame me for avoiding paperwork?” It was such a casual conversation as Geto used your throat like a toy. You could be heard slurping and occasionally gagging when he pushed a little too far. Being treated like this had your body aflame, pussy wet and desperate for attention. Yet you wouldn’t dare touch yourself. Instead you clenched your thighs for even the tiniest bit of relief. 

Gojo came over to the couch, leaning against the back to press his lips against Geto’s. The two were lost in each other for a moment, making out until they heard the sound of you whining. Looking down Geto realized he’d held your head down, nose practically pressed into his balls. Oops. He released you, smirking in his amusement as you gasped for air and coughed. Gojo laughed a bit, rubbing your shoulders to help ease the cough. 

“I see you’ve been enjoying your day off.” He commented to Geto, letting his hand slide down your bare back. You shivered at the touch, ducking your head back down to lick your own drool off the length of Geto’s cock. Long dexterous fingers moved over the curve of your ass before feeling between your legs. You could hear the whistle from Gojo as he felt how wet you were. 

You moaned as he rubbed between your legs. It felt so good to finally be touched where you wanted it most. You pushed your hips up, gathering your knees under you to make it easier for him to reach you over the couch. He made a mocking little noise at you, crooning as though you were some cute and pitiful animal. "Look how desperate our pretty bitch is!!! She’s soaked.." Two long fingers pushed into your needy cunt and you whined against the dick in your face. 

"Geto have you not used her pussy at all today? She's practically sucking my fingers in…" Your cunt clenched around his fingers at the words as he almost lazily pumped them into you. Just his fingers slowly fucking your pussy was making lewd wet sounds.

Geto sighed, pulling at your hair again to make you look at them. "Someone decided to play with their toys this morning when she thought I was asleep." He scolded you, making your cheeks flare red. Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked at the two. Gojos hand had stilled, fingers buried deep in your cunt as he 'tsk'ed at you. You were finally getting attention where you needed it, and it was about to be taken away!

“Greedy whores aren’t allowed to cum…” It was as though Saroru was finishing Geto’s line of thought. 

"'M sorry!" You apologized, looking truly pitiful as a tear rolled down your cheek. Your spit and cum glossed lower lip quivered at the idea of being denied longer. All day Suguru had touched you, riled you up, only to walk away. If he wasn’t doing that he was telling you how he would fuck you if you had just followed the rules. He’d told you it was a mercy he was going to let you choke on his dick, and it was. It was cruel, keeping you so horny all day, but refusing to touch you. "Wanted you so…so bad…" you pleaded with them before looking at Geto specifically. "But you work so hard…didn't wanna wake you, Suguru…." 

Both of them smiled down at you, Getos sour expression from scolding you melting. "Poor sweet thing…" Satoru purred, curling his fingers inside you, making you moan in surprise. "Needy bitch…" Geto said, words affectionate as he loosened that harsh grip on your hair. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. There was no care for the taste of himself on your lips as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You were eager to kiss back, enjoying the affection as he kissed you slow and thorough. 

Gojo watched the two of you, stroking the most sensitive parts inside of you. It was just starting to drive you crazy when he pulled his hand from between your legs. The sound of his footsteps was distinct as he came around the couch. Immediately after, the sound of pants unzipping caught your attention as Geto released your kiss. Looking over you saw Gojo pulling his cock out of his pants. It was already hard after seeing you with Geto. Seeing it filled you with heat, and you swore you felt your needy pussy drip. “How about you finish sucking Suguru off…and I take care of you, how about that?” As he asked he positioned himself behind you, encouraging you to raise your hips more. 

“Please!” You reached down, taking the base of Sugurus shaft in hand. "I'll be good…please." How could he say no to you now? He nodded and you were eager to kiss him again. Your hand stroked him as your tongues met. Your hand slid up, thumb rubbing away the precum that had gathered. His tongue pushed into your mouth, taking you over.

Behind you Gojo rubbed the length of his cock against you soaking wet folds. He was longer than Geto, always able to hit those sensitive spots inside of you. At the moment it slid smoothly against your folds. The head rubbed against your clit. It was so sensitive after being on edge all day the touch sent a jolt through your body. Electricity and heat both shooting up your spine from your center. 

In comparison the cock in your hand was still long, but it filled your hand with a wider girth. Everytime Geto fucked you he would stretch your holes perfectly. It was like they both carved their own different shapes into your body. Just imagining either of their dicks fucking you practically had you so close to the edge. 

"Want my cock baby girl???" Gojo asked, draping his tall body over your back. His hips kept moving in a steady sway. Keeping his dick pressed against you, and rubbing your juices all over it. You moan into Geto's mouth, only breaking the kiss to nod. 

Geto chuckled, nipping at your bottom lip. "Stupid whore…" He crooned, crooking a finger under your chin to make sure you looked him in the eye. "Use your words when we ask you something. Cant give you what you want if you don't tell us."

Desperate, you sank to begging. "Want your cock so bad! Please, Satoru. please fuck me. Need it!!" You begged pretty for him too, turning your head to kiss at his jaw. You could feel the hum he made against your back as his head pressed against your hole. 

One smooth stroke of his hips had Satoru's cock seated deep in your cunt. You couldn't help how you moaned. His hips pressed firm against your ass, and you didn't miss the little curse from Gojo. Your cunt was hot and wet around him, squeezing his dick like you never wanted him to leave. 

"Don't forget your job." Geto reminded you firmly. With a push from Satoru you leaned down, arching your back as you kissed the head of Getos cock.

 With a new eagerness, you took his dick in one hand, and cupped his sack in the other. Looking up through your lashes at Suguru, you licked a long stripe up his length. "Love this cock so much.." You breathed the words, stroking your hand up, then down. He grunted at the feeling, smirking smugly down at you. 

Gojo laughed softly into your ear before kissing your shoulder. "We all know you're a cock slut." He purred. You gasped softly at the drag as he pulled back slowly.  "You'd do anything to be stuffed with our dicks." His hips snapped forward harshly. From there he set a punishing pace. You could hardly think as his hips slapped against your ass with each stroke. 

Your jaw went slack, and feeling ignored Geto pushed your open mouth against his cock. "Come on baby. Back to me. Back to this dick you love so much." You moaned against his dick before taking it into your mouth. Each thrust of Gojos hips pushed you forward and into Getos cock. You let the momentum guide your head as you bobbed it up and down. 

Above you Satoru and Suguru leaned to each other, making out. Gojos hand wove through the long black tresses of Getos hair, pulling the rubber band out. If you focused you could hear them grunting and gasping into each other. 

There was no other way to describe the three of you than sloppy. Not in movement, as Gojo was hitting that spot deep inside you that sent fireworks behind your eyes with precision. However the wet slap of his hips against yours, and the distinct squelch of his dick pummeling into your cunt was filthy. It was combined with the sound of you sucking on Getos cock, and the two of them fucking each others mouths with their tongues. To top it all off was the heavy breathing and muffled sounds of pleasure from each of you. Your wet cunt was leaking onto the couch below, and only drooling more with the abuse being done to it. The cock currently pressing towards the back of your throat had done an excellent job of smearing spit and cum all over your face, chest, and hands. All in all, a delicious sloppy mess.

You pulled off Suguru for a breath, instead placing kitten links on the underside of the head. To make up for having to pull off your hand stroked the spit soaked mess that was his dick. "So…good…more!" You moaned, arching your back further. Gojo groaned and broke the kiss with Geto to instead grab your hips to pull you into him. 

"Tch, greedy." You heard Geto complain. 

Still stroking him, you moved your attention down. You placed a kiss on his sack, still cupped in one hand. They were so hot and heavy, and you wanted him to cum so bad. So you licked at them, sucked and worshiped them. You could feel his cock twitch and his balls pulse against your lips. 

A knot was forming deep inside of you, building and building. A litany of moans and gasps were falling from your lips. Not wanting to get too lost in that feeling you worked back up Sugurus shaft. 

" Please, Suguru!" He looked down at you and groaned, rolling his head back briefly at the sight. Your expression was fucked out. With your eyes being hazy and unfocused, your cheeks flushed red, lips bruised and slightly swollen. You were breathing heavy, mouth open for him. 

"Stay like that…" He ordered, pushing your hand off him to do the job himself. He gripped your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you. 

Behind you Gojo groaned loud. "Fuck, gonna fill you up!" His thrusts grew sloppy, frantic. " gonna be dripping…..fuck…our cum inside and out." His arm wrapped around your hips, fingers moving to stroke your clit. It made you shake and tremble, legs struggling to keep your hips up. 

That knot in you tightened, and you knew you were so close. 

"Our little cumslut….Doing so good for us." Suguru groaned, his hand pumping his cock fast. Your tongue slipped out, cradling the tip of his cock. 

Geto was the first to cum, eyes shutting tight and a low groan coming from him. You could see his abs tense and release. Strings of cum shot across your face, out over your tongue. You held your position as he came, closing one eye as a cum draped over your brow and down your cheek. It dripped down your chin and jaw. "So good…" He breathed as he came down. 

It was so hot, and all you could think about now was the fire inside you. Without thinking you chanted pleas for Gojo to let you cum. His hips stuttered, and she knew he was close. "Did so good baby! Fuck…cum for me baby!" His fingers on your clit were insistent, pushing you toward that edge. Pushing you over the edge. 

Your cunt spasmed around him, practically milking him. Suguru's face was fuzzy as you lost focus from the intensity. You were only vaguely aware of his praise, calling you a good girl, and brushing your hair away from your face. The pleasure was blinding, and Satoru fucked you right through it, chasing his own climax. You whined as you became over sensitive, overly stimulated from how he kept fucking you. 

"'Toru…please! Too….too much…." 

"Just. Just a bit more." He ground the words past his teeth. 

"Come on Satoru, fuck her full. Cum for us" At Getos words you felt when Gojo came. His hips pushed flush against you, grinding deep as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into you. His body fell over you again, mouth right by your ear as he groaned your name deep and slow. "Good boy…" Suguru praised him, kissing Gojo on the top of the head. 

The three of you stayed like that for a time. With your head resting in Getos lap, and Gojo resting over your back. He panted in your ear, groaning with sensitivity as waves of orgasm faded from the three of your bodies. 

"You two know exactly how to welcome me home…" Gojo grinned, kissing your shoulder then cheek. 

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk geto #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #lemon #jjk smut #smut #satosugu x reader #x reader smut #tw: degredation #geto x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[coastbycoast101]

cw: creampie, dirty talking, gojo being a whiny lil bitch, praise pet names like "princess,baby" gojo fucking you till you see white :33 FEM reader

He's so whiny for you it's so hot 🎀

Satoru whines everytime he slides into your tight cunny feeling your walls wrap around his cock.

"Ya' look so cute spread out for me, ahh.."

He whined, your pussy fluttered hearing him making you tighten around him.

"toru...'"

He pushed himself in more, hitting that spot that made you see white. The way you clenched around him made his cock twitch, earning a groan from him. He had your toes curling with each thrust.

yer' pussy making me feel so good, princess.. just like that' mm..

His hips rolled into you, making a

"Plap! Plap! Plap!"

sound. Your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails into it as he leans in closer to you. He pecked your lips then diving into a kiss, moaning.

"Ahh—That desperate for my cock? Heh... "

Satoru sloppily thrusted into you, your pussy leaked for him as his cock slid out by accident.. you whined from the loss of him in you. You reached your hand to his cock, wrapping it around it and it twitched. you quickly put his cock back in your hole.

He chuckled then groaned as he looked down seeing you roll your hips back into him, making his cock twitch with excitement.

"toru m' so close.."

You whined as he held onto the headboard thrusting into you faster, one of his hands reached down to your cunny. He rubbed his middle finger on your clit making you whimper.

"cum fer' me princess, fuuuck. Cum with me, yeah?"

He chuckled as you let out another whimper while he fucked you to your climax. He felt his cock twitch as he neared his too.

You came on his cock quickly after that, making a squelching sound as he sloppily thrusted into your hole.

"toru'! love this cock so fuckin much.."

He was so close. He looked down seeing your fucked out state and his cock twitched as he gripped on the headboard harder.

"P-princess... can I cum inside? Please need it so bad..."

You nodded your head quickly as you felt another orgasm coming too. Satoru babbled out moans and whines about how he was so close.

"H-holy shit... Fuuck, I love this pussy so much, princess.. All mine"

"Fuck yeahhhh, yer' milking my cock princess, m' gonna cum"

The headboard slammed harder into the wall as he jackhammered into you, like a drill. He was a ticking time bomb, he was bound to cum by anytime by now...

"toru' cum for me baby, please"

"m'god.. y/n I'm cummin! Aaah—"

he came so hard, his fingertips digged into the headboard even harder making marks on the wooden board.

"fuck fuck fuck fuuuckkk—cummin so hard"

As your cunt took in his cum he whined like a dog in heat as he rutted against you riding his high.

Is it just me or do I love when toru cums inside?? :33

#gojou satoru x reader smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x black!reader smut #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo smut #smut #gojo x black reader smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #lemon

[creamyychann]

hihi i was wondering if you could do a gojo x little sister who loves to bake, but gojo wants something “sweeter”

Ahh~ Baker reader~

I've seen so many WattPad books with Baker reader hnnnn

This is kinda dirty ngl lol

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Food play.

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

Gojo wait impatiently as he smell the bake good that just got out of the oven. He looks through the kitchen counter to see you in your apron & gloved hands holding a tray of a delicious chocolate chess pie. It makes him drools just smelling the scent, especially with the beautiful woman making it. "Here Nii-chan, try it! " you said as you cut the pie and offer him one. "Hai-hai!" He enthusiastically said. Taking a piece with a spoon, he place the delicious good into his mouth & munch it down. He couldn't help but melt with how delicious it is & he couldn't wait to eat more of it. After sometimes, the pie on the plate was gone & Gojo's face is full of happiness. "It taste super duper good Y/N-chan!!! " Gojo happily said. You feel your face heating up as you bashfully laugh with him. "Though, I think it could be sweeter" Gojo's tone changes as well your expression. "I-it's not sweet enough? I thought it was already sweet... " you frowns. Gojo chuckled which catch your attention "No no no~ it's already good! It's just that it missed something... Something that is sweeter than sugar~ that I couldn't get enough of~". You looks at him questionably then blushes hard when you realize it.

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"MMnnhh~ so good! " Gojo hungrily latches your dripping pussy as you lay on the kitchen counter. Gasping for air, you pull his hair needily while you stare into his piercing beautiful blue eyes. Tongue gliding the walls & juices goes down his throat, enjoying the taste so much. Gojo sees something on the corner of his eyes, the chocolate chess pie. He pulls away making you confused, then he reaches for the spoon & scoop a good amount of the pie, he place the pie inside his mouth & latches back to your pussy. He couldn't ask for more, your juices & the delicious pie mixing resulting with the best thing he ever taste. Without hesitation, he does it over & over again making you feel weak. Everytime you cum, it just makes it even more delicious that he goes in for another one. That's when he finally eats the whole pie you squirted into his mouth, mixing the last pie piece inside his mouth, colliding it making him cum in his own pants. There's nothing more delicious than the baker itself.

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My insomnia is ✨K i l l i n g m e ✨

#anime #smut #anime fanfic #fanfic #lemon #yn #your name #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #tw.incest #tw:incest #Ash's Drabble #fem reader #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat

[heart-sized]

i'm so ashamed to let it out but the thought of sensei! gojo corrupting me turns me on so much.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo sensei #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x oc #gojo saturo #heart sized #lemon blurts

[bakuliwrites]

Television/Movie Fan Fiction Table of Contents

Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Upon a Forest Throne (18+): Thranduil x F!Reader, As Thranduil's Queen-to-Be, you worry his subjects will not accept you. So the Elven King takes it upon himself to show you just how worshipped you are. Tumblr, AO3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Work Hard, Play Hard (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, Nanami is working overtime, until he sees a text from you that he can’t resist. Tumblr, AO3.

Milk and Honey (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together. Tumblr, AO3.

Serenity (18+): Satoru Gojo x Reader, Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring. You and Gojo go on what is supposed to be a simple mission, but are met with more than you bargained for. Tumblr, AO3.

Castlevania (Netflix)

Silver Scars (18+): Alucard x OC, After Sumi and Taka betray him, Adrian loses his trust in others; but, perhaps with the help of a dear friend, he can gain it back. Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, AO3

My Hero Academia

Veins of Gold (18+): Dabi x Reader, On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is. Tumblr, AO3.

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #thranduil x reader #king thranduil #castlevania netflix #alucard x oc #adrian fahrenheit tepes #my hero academia #bnha #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #spic #spicy #lemon #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #gojo satoru #nanami kento x reader #gojo satoru x reader

[kalobea]

I don't usually write x reader but... this gojo fic came to me in a fever.

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In this fic, flirtatious, arrogant, busboy gojo has a habit of tormenting you (a waitress) at the restaurant you both work at. One night during closing, you end up locked in a broken deep freezer with your quick-witted, white haired coworker, who has decided that *now* is the perfect time to strike.

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oneshot, lemon

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(No use of "y/n," I opted to write a Satoru that prefers the occasional pet name)

#gojo satoru #fanfic #gojo x reader #gojo x you #fic rec #my fic #18+ content #lemon #oneshot

[saltoru]

idk … i’m still in shock from the jjk leaks. im in denial. it’s not real. it can’t be real.

anyways let’s talk about what flavor of cake gojo would love the best 😋😋

#denial era #i feel like he’d be a lemon raspberry boy #ooh maybe a strawberry boy #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo

[relentlesslydreamt]

https://pin.it/59LR9g8

https://www.wattpad.com/story/334461206?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=thornofstrife3397&wp_originator=xG3%2FG0IMmPQKU9rbzBFjQVazxzq%2BLZiEC5%2BvGe%2BwpeuKXwJkDVNQQWLs6vQtRDrdiaUnik%2Fh5KiXL%2Fhzsx60zpmOC%2F2wq%2BYk3GPZwmJXi7lYdy21W3ebtV5bnl5olnM2

#x reader #fanfiction #anime fanfic #lemon 🍋 #gojo cursed animefanfiction fighting fluff gojosatoru curses xreader satoru animexreader fanfiction gojoxreader

[feral-sheep]

I feel like if gojo bit you, you're probably gonna end up with rabies

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk headcanons #lemon rambles #he got that dawg in him (literally)

[heart-sized]

MASTERLIST !

HARRY POTTER

*₊˚୧ severus snape

*₊˚୧ draco malfoy

*₊˚୧ harry potter

*₊˚୧ lucius malfoy

*₊˚୧ remus lupin

*₊˚୧ regulus black

JJK

*₊˚୧ ryomen sukuna

*₊˚୧ nanami kento

*₊˚୧ gojo satoru

*₊˚୧ geto suguru

*₊˚୧ fushiguro toji

#severus snape #harry potter #draco malfoy #remus lupin #regulus black #ryomen sukuna #nanami kento #gojo satoru #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #lemon writes #heart-sized

[bakuliwrites]

Serenity- Satoru Gojo x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationship: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Tags: JJK 0 Spoilers, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Penetrative S*x, Oral S*x, soft Gojo, past Gojo x Geto x Reader, Secret Relationship, Romance, Gender-Neutral Reader Pronouns, Mentions of Death, Romance

Summary: Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring.

You and Gojo go on what is supposed to be a simple mission, but are met with more than you bargained for.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

When Gojo asked you to accompany him into the city, you knew it wasn’t going to be a trip for pleasure. It never is. The only pleasure that will come out of it is the multitude of sweet treats he’ll inevitably purchase along the way, which you can look forward to partaking in as well. Otherwise, his request is for work and nothing more. The first time he’d asked you, you’d been over the moon. To you, it meant he trusted you at his side, as a partner, as a sorcerer. Now, it’s become a bit more like babysitting a full grown man, trying to make sure he doesn’t give himself a tummy ache from eating too many daifuku or any number of other desserts. 

Today’s mission will be relatively simple: scoping out a place for the first-years to practice. There’s a relatively low level curse in an abandoned building nearby, one that would be perfect for students to exorcise. 

As you walk the busy streets of Tokyo, Gojo chatters away at you, occasionally stopping to excitedly point out a creperie or an ice cream parlor. He always seems to wander in an aimless fashion, but deep-down, you know he’s got his own map going in his head. It’s carefully curated to hit his favorite sweet stores, while also leading you towards your end destination. Though, by this point in your relationship, you already know all his favorite spots. You could easily tune out, follow blindly, not bothering to observe the shifting throng of people around you. But that’s not how sorcerers do things. No, your eyes are alert behind your dark sunglasses, observing your surroundings keenly, watching out for curses. So far, so good though, so you engage in a bit of light chit-chat with the lanky sorcerer beside you. 

“So, how do you think the first-years are doing?” he ventures, his tone casual and bright. He takes a bite of a crepe filled to the brim with strawberries and cream. 

“I think they’re promising,” you return sincerely, watching as Gojo licks a bit of chocolate syrup off his thumb, “Fushiguro is quiet, but seems confident in his ability. Nobara is certainly talented and seems sure of herself. And Itadori is getting stronger every day.”

He nods quietly, considering your opinion. He ultimately seems to agree with you, giving you a thumbs-up, his mouth too full of pastry to verbally respond. 

“Remind you of us, huh?” he returns, nudging you teasingly with his elbow. You smile wistfully, thinking back to your own years at Jujutsu High.

“Yeah, they do,” you muse, a sudden flood of memories, both good and bad, filling you almost to the brim. They’re overwhelming. You and Shoko poking fun at Geto and Gojo, training together, going on missions, lounging around on hot summer days. You generally try not to think about the past. Not because you have any animosity towards your upbringing at the high school. No, quite the opposite. Those joyful memories mark such a painful period in your life. In all the lives of those who knew and loved Suguru Geto. There’s a hollow in your heart where you keep the memories of your high school experience. Where you keep the feeling of Suguru, a powerhouse even in his noticeable absence. They’re kept warm there, alive, stimulated by the rush of your blood.

“Those were some pretty good days,” you hear Gojo distantly say. He stuffs his free hand in his pocket, gazing through his blindfold up at the clear sky above. He’s silent for a beat and it’s strange. It’s always strange when he’s quiet. For as many years as you’ve known him, Satoru Gojo has been a troublemaker. A chatterbox. Gregarious, cocky, and playful. But his moments of silence feel real to you. More real than the boisterous attitude he usually puts on.   

Walking beside Gojo on the busy streets of Tokyo, you can see his quiet intensity, hidden beneath a showy bravado meant to throw others off. You, Suguru, Shoko: you’re some of the lucky few that have bore witness to Gojo’s quieter moments. These moments are marked by a static electricity, a strange and voltaic charge that hovers in the air. There’s something entirely unpredictable about Gojo, especially in his silence. It makes you nervous: not because you’re scared he’s going to hurt you or do something awful. But because you can almost feel the chilly void his sorrow rests in.

“You still enjoying teaching at Jujutsu High?” he questions after a while, discarding his empty crepe wrapper in a nearby trash can. You offer him one of your extra napkins so he can clean off his hands, which he graciously accepts, plucking it from your grasp. The tension dissipates. The lightness of your earlier conversation returns. 

“I am,” you beam, proud of your profession. You came back to teach there a couple of years ago, after trying to unsuccessfully branch out on your own. You’re not new anymore, but Gojo still likes to check in with you every once in a while.

“I love getting to know the students,” you go on, pausing to let Gojo tenderly wipe off a little bit of whipped cream from the corner of your mouth, “And teaching the next generation is an honor.”

“Sure, sure. But-” he gives you another nudge and you can imagine him winking behind his blindfold, “We all know you came back because you missed me.” 

“Pshh,” you return, folding your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes, “You wish, Toru.”

Entirely too proud of himself, Gojo’s cackling seems to echo through the empty alleyway you’ve suddenly found yourself in. You’ve gone from a densely populated area to an abandoned side street in a matter of moments. You can barely even hear the sounds of the city, which really isn’t all that far away. The air is stifling here, the desolation seeming to permeate the very marrow in your bones. The air feels entirely devoid of human activity, filled instead with a noxious, leaden weight. Before you can take another step, Gojo holds his arm out protectively in front of you.

“Something’s off,” he states just barely above a whisper. You can undoubtedly sense the rancid energy pulsing through the building to your left. This doesn’t feel like the low-level curse you and Gojo had initially believed it to be. This power feels- immense . Not something the two of you can’t handle, but certainly not what you were originally prepared to face. And certainly not something you’d want to send a couple of rookie first-years in to deal with. Not knowingly, at least. 

You steel yourself, flashing Gojo a serious look before he silently nods and takes a step towards a rusty metal door. It screeches with age as Gojo wrenches it open. You’re met with a crushing darkness on the other side, a putrid smell immediately assaulting your nose. You can just barely make out some formless shapes scattered about an otherwise empty expanse of a warehouse. The unpleasant, sweet smell of rot weaves through the air as you take a couple cautious steps forward. Gojo is tense, alert. He’s following the trail of cursed energy radiating from whatever entity is holed up inside. It feels like it might be a semi-grade one, whatever it is. 

As you trail Gojo through dark corridors piled up with refuse and barrels filled with unidentifiable liquids, you think you can hear something skittering about above you. In the silence, it feels closer than it probably is. You feel like you’re breathing too loud, walking too loud. Like your footsteps fall heavier than usual. 

Just as you round a corner into a stairwell, you hear your name echo softly down the hallway you just came from. You freeze, looking back, only to see impenetrable darkness. Gojo halts right alongside you, one foot on the first step. 

“Did you hear-” you start, brows knit together, trailing off when your name is called yet again.

“Shoko?” you and Gojo finish together, quietly so as not to alert whoever or whatever is clearly impersonating your childhood friend. All the hairs on your body suddenly stand on end, an overwhelming sense of dread washing over you. Gojo, less reactive, feels it, too. He gently places his hand on your shoulder, dismounting from the stairs and moving to stand beside you. 

“Gojo?” Shoko’s voice tries, but this time it sounds like it’s coming from above you. 

Is it throwing its voice? you wonder to yourself, not quite ready to address how this thing knows both your name and Gojo’s. Though you suppose in the world of curses and sorcerers, Gojo’s name is pretty well known. Something rumbles in the air vent just above you. Wordlessly, you and your companion acknowledge your plan of action. You’ve worked together enough times to know how the other operates, to play to one another's strengths. 

“Pretty low of you to impersonate a friend of ours,” Gojo returns, his jaw set, irritation spreading. His tone is sharp, cutting. This creature is an affront to Gojo, to you. He makes it patently obvious in the harshness of his accusation, the hard set of his jaw. 

“Gojoooooo,” the creature calls out again, the voice of Shoko melting into something grotesque and gravelly.

“And cowardly to not even show your face,” Gojo continues, every word out of his mouth dripping with poison. There’s a gentle laugh, an eerily familiar one. 

“Gojo, you wound me,” Geto’s voice sounds. Gojo’s brows raise, taken aback by this shift in voice. But he doesn’t let it rattle him. 

You ready yourself, knowing what’s coming, when suddenly, without much warning, the cover to the air vent flies off, smacking the opposite wall with a metallic pang . In a rush of foul air and many limbs, a massive curse comes clambering out of the cramped ventilation system. How it fit in there, you’re not sure. It fills the stairwell, curving upwards like a bloated snake. Its sallow skin looks slimy to the touch and it seems to gaze through eyeless hollows at you and Gojo, a toothy mouth splitting into a horrendous grin. You stand frozen, feet planted firmly to the ground, eyes wide with horror. It’s rare for you to freeze in the face of a curse. But the curse’s desecration of your most cherished friends’ voices fills you with a rage, a fear you’ve never felt before. 

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, Gojo?” it rumbles, Geto’s voice distorting with every word. 

“You’re pretty disgusting,” Gojo goes on, casually inspecting the curse from his distance and making you roll your eyes. He always manages to work in as many insults as he can before he attacks. You also know it’s a self-defense mechanism. Humor to dispel how deeply uncomfortable he is to hear Geto’s voice again, and for it to be coming from something that’s such a parody of humanity. To be honest, his casual attitude is somewhat of a comfort to you, as well. 

“Probably not very smart either, huh?” he continues, snickering as he turns towards you, “Don’t you think?”

“Are you just going to stand there and roast it to death or are we actually going to exorcise it?” you shoot back, trying to re-center Gojo. Though his humor is a comfort sometimes, it’s also pretty distracting. However, before Gojo can respond with yet another quip, the curse turns its attention towards you.

“You wouldn’t hurt meeeeeeee,” it creaks. 

“Don’t listen to it,” Gojo tries, a slight quiver in his voice, one you’ve never heard before. Is he worried? No time to think about that right now, you realize. 

“You wouldn’t hurt meeeeeeee,” the curse repeats, and this time, you’ve had enough. And so has Gojo. He charges up, rushing the creature, with you not far behind.

Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring. 

In less than a second, his demeanor shifted from joking and casual to chilly and focused. It’s almost like he becomes an entirely different person in battle. No, not a different person. It’s merely that the saccharine outer layers of him slough off and he reveals who he truly is. A dark star in the center of a lacuna.  

In no time, the two of you have managed to exorcise the spirit. It shrivels, withers like starved ivy in the rays of a harsh sun, before disintegrating into dust. Gojo stands proudly over its remains.

“Good job! Look at that quick work!” he praises, lifting a small corner of his blindfold to wink at you. He’s back to being Casual Gojo, beloved and enigmatic sensei who never takes anything seriously. It’s all a front, and you know this well. There is pain in Satoru, deep-seated and immense. It’s as if he sits huddled at the bottom of an endless, empty well, light just barely reaching his shivering form. His barrier is cold to the touch, icy and impenetrable. A wall of infinity surrounds him.

You stare at him blankly, unsure of why you can’t be happy at this moment. Of why you can’t rejoice alongside him. Maybe it was your earlier conversation about the first years, the flood of memories, the mimicry of familiar voices. It all swirls around in your head, foggy and confusing. 

“Hey, you alright?” he ventures, hands stuffed in his pockets as he approaches you, head tilted in confusion. 

“Um,” you try, voice quivering. You clear your throat, trying to steady yourself, “I think I need some air.” 

You climb the stairs, heading up towards the roof of the building, both to ensure you’ve taken care of everything that needs to be taken care of (it seems there’s no cursed energy remaining from any other entities, luckily) and to search for some clean air. Not the oppressive air from the alley outside. Gojo takes the lead, his long strides carrying him up the stairs faster than you. But he’s oddly gracious today, and slows down when he realizes you’re lagging behind. 

A cool breeze blasts your face as soon as you open the creaky door leading out to the rooftop. It’s much appreciated as you inhale deeply and feel the fog lift from your mind. It’s dark already, the city lights twinkling all around you. In the distance, you can hear the sound of evening traffic and human activity. It’s a relief to be reminded that not all of the world is inhabited by curses. Not all of the world is a travesty of the past.

Silently, you take a seat, dangling your feet over the edge of the flat roof. From up here, everything looks so small. You are acutely aware of Gojo plopping down beside you. You peek at him out of the corner of your eye. He removes his blindfold, wrapping it up around his left hand. His snowy lashes create shadows on his cheekbones with the light from a nearby neon sign and the thin strands of his hair blow about lazily in the wind. 

“It was gross-” he begins in a low voice, staring out at the city, “-to hear his voice coming from something so grotesque. ” 

He flicks his gaze over to you, cerulean eyes like pooling wells of sorrow. All you can do is nod, desperately willing yourself not to cry. You can feel the tightness in your chest, the threat of oncoming tears. 

“I just felt so- so helpless, when it came to Suguru,” you explain, thinking back to when he defected, to his death, “And every reminder of him is just another jab in my psyche. Another painful reminder of how-”

Of how I failed him, you want to finish, Of how we failed him. It’s something that’s haunted you for years now. And you know it’s haunted Gojo just as much, probably more. 

“I know what you mean,” he finishes for you, not needing to hear what’s going through your head to understand. He knows you so well at this point. You could probably have full conversations without any words if Gojo weren’t so much of a chatterbox. 

“What’s the point of being the strongest if you can’t even protect the people that mean the most to you?” he breathes, staring out at the distant stars. You gaze up at him, his eyes searching a sky that seems to reflect back into them. Blue discs that contain the multitude of the universe. 

You could sit here and list off a bunch of platitudes about how life is cruel. About how things don’t always work out how we want, despite our efforts. But what good would that do? So you just sit in silence with him, letting yourself slowly tip sideways until you’re leaning against his shoulder. He doesn’t pull away. In fact, he softens, before gently resting his head atop yours. 

The burdens a sorcerer experiences in the world of Jujutsu are many. Protecting the innocent, the unaware. Maintaining order. Training the next generation, and making sure they don’t die in the process. All of these are things that you have chosen to experience. Things you’ve put upon yourself in your pursuit of a life goal. Gojo, however, is burdened by expectation, a birthright he didn’t ask for. Pre-ordained to be relied on. To surpass all those who came before him. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to make it all about me,” he chuckles, “I guess what I mean is that it’s hard not to feel responsible for someone you care about.”

“Even if it’s not your fault,” you add, looking pointedly up at him. You know he blames himself the most for what happened. You know he wishes he could turn back the clock, rectify what cannot be rectified. He makes a small, “hmph,” paired with a rueful smile. 

“You’re too nice,” he returns, picking at a loose string on your pants. He’s always fidgeting with loose strings on your clothes or locks of your hair. It’s something he’s done since he was a teenager, a little habit that hasn’t seemed to change over the years. You smile to yourself, comforted by one of the few things in your life that seems stable: Gojo’s endless fidgeting. 

“I don’t wanna curse anyone, Satoru,” you mumble after a long beat of silence, staring out into the empty windows in the building across from you. It looks like a decrepit office building, long abandoned. It doesn’t seem to be inhabited by curses, thank goodness, but it looks sad to you, for some reason.

“What do you mean?” he exclaims, raising up a bit to give you a showy, flabbergasted look, like he always does when he’s trying to lighten the mood if your conversations start to get heavy. 

“You know what I mean,” you go on, matching his shock with a look of exasperation, wanting him to take something seriously for once. His goofy look fades, replaced with one of understanding. Gojo has his soft moments, and you’re appreciative of this. 

“I know what you mean,” he comforts, wrapping his arm around you and scooting you closer. There’s little more that either of you can say to one another. Sometimes, that’s just the reality of things. 

At least curse me a little at the very end, rings in your mind. But it’s in Gojo’s voice, because he recounted it to you. Because you only got there after the damage had been done. And the guilt of not being there gnaws at you everyday. 

“Don’t curse me at the end,” you whisper, resting your hand on Gojo’s knee and squeezing tight, “I won’t curse you, either.” 

You feel his strong grip on your shoulder, tugging you even closer, like he’s trying to press you into his body. Like he’s trying to merge the two of you.

“How about this?” he replies, pulling back so he can look you in the eye, “Promise me you won’t get into any trouble, huh?” 

He laughs, his usual cheery demeanor returning, and you can’t help but smile a little. But you can hear what he really means, Don’t let me lose you, too. That’s not a promise you can keep, and he knows it. His soft smile seems to say, Just indulge me. Say you promise, even though I know you can’t.

“Promise,” you lie, trying so hard not to let the tears stinging the corners of your eyes escape their fragile confines. You are unsuccessful, the dam breaking and tears flooding your vision. 

“Hey,” Gojo breathes, cupping your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears now streaming down your face, “I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“Sorry,” you sniffle, gripping his hands and holding them in place, fearing that if you let go he’ll fade out of existence before your very eyes, “I just-”

The loss is endless. It will never stop. And one day, you know that either you’ll lose Gojo, or Gojo will lose you. In some capacity or another.  

“Hey, c’mon,” he hushes, pressing a featherlight kiss to your lips before helping to lift you to your feet, “Let’s head back.” 

He only ever kisses you in private, because no one is supposed to know about the two of you. Because he’s sure the higher ups would use it as some kind of ammo against him. Against you. This gentle secret is one of the few things that has kept you sane over the years. Stolen kisses after missions alone together, secret rendezvous’ whenever you have a moment to spare. You’re honestly astounded Gojo has managed to keep it to himself after all this time. The only other person that knows is Shoko. And she wouldn’t breathe a word to anyone. 

Gojo re-wraps his blindfold around his head and places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the building and towards the exit. Your walk home is filled with more of his idle chatter, but honestly, you’re grateful for it. Anything to distract you from the nasty feeling that abandoned building has left you with. 

The highschool is silent when you return. None of the lights are on. You’re greeted by the sorcerer on patrol before you slip inside the teachers quarters. You pull Gojo into your room, certain that no one sees, and quietly shut the door behind you. As soon as you’re inside, his lips are on yours as he gently presses you against the nearest wall. He tastes sweet, like strawberries and cream. Gojo rests his hands on your waist, his fingertips playing with the hem of your shirt. He drops his Infinity for you, allowing you to feel him, actually him and not the barrier that would normally stop others. His skin is soft, warm, and you can feel the flutter of his heart beneath his breast. 

For a while, this is as far as you go, letting him encompass you in his arms, pushed safely against the wall, warm in Gojo’s embrace. The only sounds that fill your ears are soft gasps, the shifting of fabric as Gojo’s large hands start to explore, and the small plip your lips make when they press against one another. Before long, though, Gojo lifts you into his arms and carries you towards your bed. 

Carefully, he lays you down, tugging at his shirt and letting his pants slip down to his ankles while you work on getting rid of all your clothing. As soon as the two of you are free, he climbs on top of you, laying his lips against yours once again. When he’s with you, it feels as if he’s wrapped you in his Infinity. As if by encompassing you in his arms, he’s encompassed you in a limitless, protective realm. 

“May I?” you ask quietly, gesturing to his blindfold. 

“Only if you wanna get lost in them,” he teases, smirking. 

“You are ridiculous,” you return with probably the nth eyeroll of the day. He peppers your face with kisses amidst his laughing, before acquiescing and letting you unfurl his blindfold. You let it fall to the sheets beneath you as you’re met with blue eyes that hold infinity in them. Indeed, you find yourself lost in them. But for once, instead of making a joke about it, Gojo simply smiles. This moment is soft, quiet. In fact, it’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him. 

He stares at you for a while, eyes roving over your face, drinking you in while one hand tucks some errant strands of hair behind your ear. You rest one palm on his chin, your thumb on his lips, caressing the dip in his cupid’s bow. In the darkness, in the sanctity of your room, he’s vulnerable for a moment. He’s the strongest, but he reminds you that he’s human. That he’s just as fragile as you are. He looks at you like you are everything. He looks at you like he looked at Suguru. Like you looked at Suguru. There’s an intimacy between the three of you that perhaps no one else will ever understand. An intimacy that sadly only endured for two. 

“I won’t ever curse you,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours, “And you’re not going to curse anyone either. I’m sure of it.” 

Something in you shatters a little at his words. Nothing is ever a guarantee, but for some reason when Satoru says it, you believe him. He pulls back just enough to kiss you and you feel him smile against you. 

“I want to say something,” you venture, “But I’m scared it will curse you if I do.” 

He gives you that damned lopsided smile, that dopey, cocky look. 

“You’re not gonna curse me,” he reassures, “Just say it. Besides, I’m the strongest, aren’t I? I can handle it.” 

You stare at him for a moment, considering his words. You’ve heard him talk about the most twisted curse of all. You’re well aware of its power, its ability to fell even the strongest of sorcerers. But you suppose that both you and Gojo have experienced that curse already. With Suguru. And to you, when he says, “You’re not gonna curse me,” you know that what he really means is, We’ve both been cursed already. What’s one more curse to pile on? 

“I love you, Satoru,” you whisper in this sacred silence, half expecting the very foundation of the earth to crumble beneath you, “And that’s not me cursing you. I swear it.”

He pauses, eyes still searching. Always searching. But his silence isn’t unnerving. You know he’s grappling with this confession, with your words. Words that you’ve never had to say to one another before because it’s always just been inherently true. Suddenly, they’re out in the open. Raw. Naked. Delicate. And yet they carry a strength that is unsurpassable. Unbeatable. 

“I love you, too,” he returns, his eyes glimmering in the darkness, “And that’s not me cursing you, either.” 

He says it with such conviction, with such confidence. As if to say, “Fuck you,” to any curse that might try to imbue itself in your tender admission. Into his. Nothing will taint this feeling. Just as nothing could taint what you and Gojo felt for Suguru. 

This might be the first time you’ve formally said those three words, but it’s certainly not the first time you’ve felt it for him. And it’s not the first time that either of you have said something in a similar vein to one another. Often, your love is unspoken. You’ve never needed to say it or to hear it to know that Satoru Gojo loves you. You never said it to Suguru Geto and neither did he. So you reason to yourself that it doesn’t matter if you say it or not. A curse is a curse, spoken or unspoken. 

You put these thoughts to rest as Gojo trails kisses down your neck, sucking on the tender flesh just beneath your ear, drawing constrained moans from you. You’re trying so hard to keep quiet, but it’s difficult when you feel Gojo’s erection graze your inner thigh. He buries his face further into your neck when you start to stroke his cock, languid pumps causing him to mewl pathetically into you. He’s particularly noisy, which has been both a source of amusement and argument for the two of you. Tonight, however, he’s doing his best to muffle his sounds. 

You can tell he’s exhausted from the day, all his motions unhurried, purposeful. He seems to want to take his time with you, to feel close. He’s never one to outright admit how he’s feeling, but you know him better than anyone. And you can tell he’s probably traumatized a bit by this afternoon’s cursed entity. By the voice of a long dead companion. He’s just as much in need of comfort as you are. 

The night passes slowly, but in the best of ways. You and Gojo are intertwined, a tangle of limbs as he gradually eases himself into you. The two of you rest on your sides, your back pressed to his chest, a pillow between your legs to give you better leverage. And Gojo a better angle. When he’s got his full length inside you, he holds you close, his hand resting on your abdomen while one of yours reaches up to tangle in his hair.  

“Toru,” you whisper gently, running your fingers through his pale locks, each strand soft between your fingers. You feel his breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he leans in to nip gently at your lobe. 

He starts to rock his hips, rolling deeply, taking his sweet time. He’s got a lot of stamina in that lithe body of his, so he’s not worried about tiring himself out. But he’s sure to take breaks when you need them. 

The air is hot, heavy, so you crack open a window to let in the night breeze. A beam of moonlight creeps through, illuminating a long, thin strip of your bedroom. Gojo’s hair looks like starlight in the silver light of the moon and his cheeks are rosy. You come together the first time, your core tight before it blissfully releases as Satoru spills into you. His cum runs down your leg, drips onto the sheets, fills you with a welcome warmth. His kisses afterwards are desperate, hungry, utterly sloppy. 

The second time, all he really seems to want is his head buried between your thighs. He laps you up like he’s parched. Like he’s been stranded in a desert and you’re an oasis. You have to bite a pillow to muffle your overstimulated cry when your walls pulse and release. When Gojo crashes his lips into yours, he tastes like you. 

“Best dessert of the day,” he winks, before it’s his turn. You delight in his muffled, needy moans. His desperate keens as you swirl the tip of your tongue around the swollen tip of his dick. He wants to finish on you, if you’ll let him, and you do. His cum is warm as he releases threads over your abdomen. The two of you have to stealthily find your way to the bathroom, in the dark, and hope that no one hears you tidying up. You and Gojo giggle for a while once you return to your bedroom, finding amusement in how you have to constantly sneak around like you have some sort of curfew or something.

Your final time that night, he’s sheathed deep inside you again, but he picks up the pace a little towards the end, at your request. You’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat by the end of it, your bodies flushed and muscles shaky. Gojo flops down on top of you once he’s spent himself, piercing gaze rolling up to meet yours. His chin rests on your soft stomach. He looks at you like he’s looking at the stars for the very first time.

“I like it better when I can see you without the blindfold,” he practically coos. A pink blush blooms over your cheeks and it’s now that Gojo takes the opportunity to tease once again.

“Awww, did I embarrass you?” he starts, ruining your tender moment with his snickering. But his laughter is muffled when you smash your lips against his.

“You’re rude, Toru,” you scold between kisses. 

“You just like having an excuse to shut me up,” he winks. The faint hint of exhaustion creeps into his eyes. He goes back to laying down on top of you, perhaps his favorite position to rest. He doesn’t do it for long, though, knowing he’ll probably cut off your circulation after a while. But feeling his weight on you is a comfort, like one of those weighted blankets. And he seems to find comfort in your softness, in your closeness. He’s all limbs, lanky and willowy, practically spread out across the whole bed as he lays on top of you. Absently, Gojo kneads your hip bone, occasionally pecking tiny kisses along your abdomen. He chit-chats for a while with you, this time about his plans for tomorrow, asking if you’d like to join him. 

“Of course,” you return, knowing he’s worried that maybe today’s events might’ve scared you off. He seems pleased, going on to tell you all about something he read in a gossip magazine earlier that week. Eventually, he starts to trail off, until finally, you hear Satoru’s soft snoring. Hearing him sleep, seeing him relax fills you with an unbridled joy. He’s always on the go, always busy, always doing something. These peaceful moments with him are truly ones to be cherished. You shift so he’s not resting directly on top of you anymore, careful as to not wake him. You snuggle up in his arms, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of his nose before falling fast asleep in his embrace. 

A/N: Inspiration for this fic struck me suddenly last week, so I've been working on it every chance I've gotten over the last couple days. I do love how complicated Gojo is, and his relationship with Geto. Wanted to write a little Gojo x Reader that explored some of that (and also some background poly Gojo x Geto x Reader, because if you've read any of my other stuff, then you will know I love all things poly). Thank you so much for reading! As always, it is a joy to write fanfic and get to share it with people just as passionate about these fandoms. Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Lots of love 💜

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