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sinfulpanda16 · 2 months
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Men that love manhandling you.
Not just in bed but in general. He loves picking you up, pinning you, carrying you. He does not care if there are others around, he'll still do it. Ya'll arrive home and he picks you up, carries you to the bedroom all while your parents watch.
One time you guys were going on a walk and you were starting to get tired. You say "Baby I'm too tired. Carry me pout" jokingly but then he actually does. He carried you all the way back home, all while people were watching. He didn't care. You're his baby.
He's just so playful with you. He thinks you're so cute and adorable he can't help but pick you up and baby you. After dinner the first thing he'd do is carry you out of your chair and sit you on the counter next to the sink, and then he'll get the plates so he can wash them while you watch.
You'd be modeling some of the cute clothes you bought yourself and on the last one he'll get up and start feeling the fabric on your hips then slowly trace his hands upwards, bringing your arms up and just like that your wrists end up in his grip. And with a smirk, he goes to kiss your neck.
Playfights are always you going at it and him barely even trying and still winning. You'd either be laying on your back pinned by him or laying on your tummy with him caging you. Either way, playfights always lead to him seriously manhandling you.
Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou Katsuki, Hanma Shuji, Keisuke Baji, Draken, Greed, Solf J. Kimblee, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Kotaro, Oikawa Toru, Zora Ideale, Yami Sukehiro, Ryusui Nanami, Kunigami Rensuke, Bachira Meguru
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mochimooon · 4 months
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Slow Burn - gojo satoru x reader 18+
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pairing: Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader summary: It's been a while since you've been intimate with anyone, and thankfully Satoru is patient (eager) to indulge you. word count: 4k+ notes: Newly established relationship, reader and Gojo have yet to do the deed. Not much plot here, other than gratuitous smut and fluff, featuring soft! Gojo. A more sensual smut piece. no-curses AU warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!
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Kisses scattered along your jaw, skin prickling with goosebumps. Shadows of heat on your neck spurred a sensation within every nerve of your body—a phantom feeling reborn. 
Satoru’s ministrations grew hungrier, kissing every inch of skin along your neck and jaw as though you’d disappear before he got a chance to leave his mark anywhere. Your hands on his shirtfront tightened to keep him close, your mind was slowly entering a path towards bliss. 
Your jaw was captured by Satoru’s hand, craning your head to meet his lips with yours. 
He pressed a smile to your lips again. “Don’t get away from me. I’ve been wanting you all to myself.”
Dazed eyes peeled open, lost in the bright blue, you surrendered. 
Satoru’s smile widened, giving you another kiss. “That’s it. Not so hard, huh? Just be good for me.” His tongue probed your mouth for entry. 
Feeling the stroke of his tongue along yours, he’s infected you with the same vigor. You tugged his shirt at first, only to loosen your grip in favor of carding your fingers through the back of his hair.
You swallowed his moan, digging your nails into his scalp to steal more. 
Satoru’s pace quickened like a spark turning into a flame. The weight of his body pressed onto yours, the bulge between his legs sent a shudder down your spine. There was a rough squeeze of your breast through your blouse and a swipe at your nipple. 
Arching your back to chase the sensation, Satoru released your mouth for air, latching onto your neck seconds later as his free hand found the fly of your jeans.
The button came apart, a finger ghosting just above the waistband of your panties. You snapped out of the pleasure, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his wrist.
“Wait.”
Satoru swallowed, hair at a disarray, and you fought the urge to ravish him in that moment. He pressed himself up, easing his weight on your body. “Everything okay?”
Biting your lip, you nodded.  He looked dubious. The tightness between your lower bodies was dizzying. He cleared his throat, concern hanging like a shadow over his eyes. “Are you sure?”
Again, you nodded, albeit hesitantly. 
Satoru tilted his head. “I don’t think that’s true…” At your silence, Satoru grinned, “Should I take a guess?” His hand reached to cup your face, stealing a kiss. “What’ll you give me if I guess right?”
You savored his delicate touch and playful demeanor, both confirming how much you wanted him right then. You were a little nervous, however. 
“It’s been a long time,” you preempted, heat rising to your face. “Since I’ve…had any action.”
Satoru blinked, lips pursing together. 
A few months of dating, you had failed to tell Satoru about your dry spell. When you two had met, there was no mad rush to hop into the sheets despite Satoru’s incessant flirting. To your surprise, he was fine taking things slow at your request. But you never divulged that it was because you hadn’t had sex in well over a year now. 
“I want to—” You rushed to add, fiddling with the collar of his shirt again. “I’m just out of practice…” Your face blazed, you struggled to hold Satoru’s stare. 
While you had plenty of sessions alone, you couldn’t fathom what it felt like anymore to be intimate with someone. To have a body pressed against your own. Fantasies could only do so much, and they could never compare to the real thing.
Silence crawled by, so slow, you sank into the mattress in hopes that it would help you disappear. 
But Satoru was not someone to let you escape. His thumb stroked your cheek, his warm breath fanning over your forehead, leaving you dumbstruck. 
“We don’t have to do anything,” he said. “We can keep waiting. I can wait.”
Your throat went tight, biting back a whine. Waiting was the last thing you wanted to do. You’ve done enough of it, holding off until you connected with someone you trusted. And you continued to deprive yourself when you met Satoru despite the desire to have this very moment with him. 
It was the longest streak you’ve been on. After your last break-up, it was only meant to be temporary. But the longer you went without it, the more clarity you unlocked, and you were content as is. Then Satoru came into the picture. Finally, you were ready, but you were scared. 
“No,” you said. “I want to right now—” You added at Satoru’s furrowed expression. “I’m a little nervous. I want it to feel good for both of us.”
“I want you to feel good,” Satoru said. “If that means waiting, then I’ll keep doing it. I’m creative, I can always make you feel good in other ways.” To prove his point, he took your hand, kissing the knuckles with a tenderness behind his blue eyes.
Having known Satoru for a while, you knew everything he said was always sincere. You didn’t know how you got so lucky to finally meet someone with integrity. A man who was confident with every right to be. Someone who had the charisma to be both quick-witted and soft. A man who listened to you when you were silent, who was patient with you when you weren’t sure you deserved it at times. A man that you trusted. A man that was yours. 
Some of the worries faded away, outstripped with the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. 
Caressing Satoru’s face, he watched you with a patience that everyone else had noticed was only ever offered to you. His eyes flit shut for a moment, unable to resist the drag of your fingers in the back of his hair. 
You pushed yourself up to surprise him with a kiss to his lips. 
He responded in favor, allowing you take the lead, genuine in that he wanted to go at your pace. But tonight, you would surrender, and let Satoru take the reins. 
Your question met his lips. “Can you make me feel good?” Another question kissed Satoru back to life. “Will you touch me?”
Satoru’s expression brightened. He deepened the kiss, guiding you to rest your head back onto the mattress, pinning you there. 
He released a breathy laugh, voice coming out like smoke. “That’s what I’m here for. To spoil you.” He kissed you again. “To take care of you. And…” He pulled back, meeting your eyes, a playful glimmer in his. “To worship you.”
Satoru crouched lower, his mouth slithering away from yours to nip at your jaw. 
The flush you felt in your body was nothing compared to Satoru’s warmth creeping along your skin. 
“Where should I start?” Lips pressed below your ear. “I’m not sure where to grab and touch you first.” 
He was at your neck. Your pulse throbbed at the light sting of his teeth grazing that area. 
“Maybe your waist…” Satoru’s hand roamed between your bodies, fingers pushing into the flesh of your waist, trailing his touch upwards. “Or should I start with your pretty tummy?”
You breathed in sharply as Satoru’s fingertips trace the bare skin of your stomach beneath your blouse, snaking its way up.
“There’s also this.” He palmed your breast over your bra, face hovering over yours again, grinning into your lips. “Two of them to be exact.” 
He squeezed, catching your whimper in the kiss. 
“Should I let my hands explore and decide? I don't know if I can stop at one. I might have to touch you everywhere. When it comes to you, I just want to be greedy.”
Another squeeze of your breast and you moaned, giving Satoru reentry into your mouth. 
The pace of his tongue was perfect—unhurried, but enough to stoke the fire sparking in your lower belly. Nothing can stop you from moaning freely and clutching onto his shirtfront.
“Fucking adorable, the way you respond to me,” he husked. “Might have to take extra time with you, just to indulge myself.”
Your body had gotten so feverish just from the playful taunting. It was so in character of him to be snarky with charm wrapped around it like a silk tie. You don’t know how you managed to withhold yourself for so long when Satoru entered your life. His smile, his voice, everything about him tested your willpower daily.
True to his word, Satoru’s hand roamed various parts of your body, wandering, groping, like he needed to commit every inch of you to muscle memory. And every stroke, every firm squeeze, you were like a firefly brought to life from his touch, hips lifting to buck against his front. 
Satoru pulled back from your lips, a surprised chuckle pouring out. “Oh…I feel the exact same way. I’m sure you’ve already caught on.” He sank lower, nudging you with the bulge in his jeans. 
The pressure sent you into orbit. To be this close, after a while of being untouched. 
“Oh, Satoru…”
He hummed his appreciation, peppering kisses along your neck while his hands crept into your shirt, slinking past your bra. 
He’s smooth when taking it off, letting it fold slowly up your arms. When it slipped off, Satoru’s weight disappeared.
You blinked, confused. Not even the grasp of his hands on your hips gave you a clue until he pulled you up and brought you to his lap.  
He groaned at your weight, and you felt the tightness in his jeans, stealing a glimpse at the outline of his cock beneath denim. 
“Did you want me to…?” You pressed on his belt's buckle, pausing when Satoru shook his head. 
“Not yet, gorgeous.” He leveled you with his gaze, half-lidded, caught between desire. His hands ran up your back, holding you securely as he placed his forehead against yours, breathing your name. “Fuck…I love holding you.”
Heart racing, you stroked his nape. Despite the tension between your bodies, you liked being held like this. It was a place you were content with. And you’re grateful once again to have waited for Satoru to find you. 
“Oh…” he moaned, reeling you in for an embrace, hot breath on your shoulder. “Can’t be selfish. As greedy as I want to be…” Lithe hands undid the clasp of your bra. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll always be about you.”
Pulling you back, the straps fell away from your shoulders, and Satoru waited, meeting your eyes. 
You nodded and he peeled away your bra whilst holding your stare that for a second you forgot you were topless on his lap. 
After a beat, blue eyes lowered, a blissful sigh rushing out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tracing his fingers experimentally along the flesh of your breasts. “I bet this’ll feel good when I do this?”
Your chest pumped closer, nipples hard and chasing after Satoru’s featherlight touch.
“Yeah?” Satoru taunted playfully, rubbing your nipple with his thumb a little faster. 
Your head draped backwards, pushing your chest out, arching your back. Satoru’s other hand kept you from falling, and your hips grinded on his lap. 
Satoru rasped your name, his breath humid against your other nipple. “Oh baby, you should see yourself. Back arched, tits too pretty to ignore. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
You hissed, bucking into him roughly as his lips sucked on your breast. You couldn’t help yourself, your back arched deeper, but you didn’t have to worry about falling. 
Satoru anchored both hands behind your back, fingers splayed out like a net to prevent your escape, while seizing the opportunity to spoil your chest with his attention. 
Nipping, sucking, biting, a cocktail of pleasure sprouting marks on your skin that after tonight, you’ll be reminded of this moment thereafter. 
When Satoru was satisfied, he licked between your breasts in a slow drag of his tongue. Up, then down, planting a kiss on your stomach and then to your ribcage. 
Despite the stiff denim, there was a twitch in Satoru’s lap, reeling you back up and enfolding your arms around his neck. 
It was the first time that night that you’ve taken more control, holding him so close, refusing to take a breath, content to pass out from the passionate kiss. 
Satoru’s hands roamed your back freely, squeezing the muscle and skin that you didn’t mind the pinch of his nails when he held too tight. 
But it was him that broke away and together you pulled his shirt off, leaving a split-second to be apart before reconnecting like magnets.
Making out with him was natural, something you had done enough times, hesitation was nowhere to be seen. And as the passion ramped up, testing your limits, everything continued to feel right with Satoru. The slide of his tongue, the nibble of his teeth on your lip. You wanted more, scratching along his shoulders to convey that. 
“You gonna mark me, baby?” Satoru said between kisses. “You want everyone to know I’m yours? Mark me, scratch me, whatever you want, I’ll always be yours.” 
A shaky gasp pulled from your throat, the ember in your stomach crackling at the statement. And so, your nails dug into his flesh, raking down the backs of his shoulders, your ownership carved into strong muscle.
He hissed, moving to your neck, chuckling as his hands swept along your back. “That’s it, make me yours. Because I’m going to make you mine.” Teeth sank into your neck, tongue swirling along the skin, feeling the rush of blood gather there.
You scraped his back again, your own teeth biting into his shoulder, an exchange of primal possession.
Satoru’s mouth left your neck with a pop! as he stood up. It wasn’t even a matter of effort to carry you, so graceful within the few steps he took before he seated you on a different spot along the bed.
Your back hit the headrest, knees bent and spread as Satoru kissed you again. You were quick to catch him before he pulled away, cupping his face to continue kissing him. 
Satoru breathed a laugh, letting you steal as many kisses as you desired until you needed some air. “I’m here,” he said, staring at you with pure adoration. Had you been on your feet, you would have swooned. 
Fingers hooked into the top of your jeans. 
Satoru stilled, eyes on you. “These are coming off.” Although it was a command, you knew it was permissive. While Satoru had the reins, you had the power to take them back at any time. 
You wouldn’t dream of it. Goosebumps scattered all over your bare skin, hardening your nipples in anticipation. You nodded your consent. 
Like with the removal of your bra, Satoru kept his stare locked with yours, never flitting away as he dragged your jeans and panties off your legs. 
You shivered again to be naked, the first time in front of Satoru, and as he held your gaze, and leaned closer to kiss you, every drop of blood warmed back up. 
Finally, Satoru pushed off, gaze dipping at the center of your thighs. 
Even on the bed, on his knees, you felt so small compared to him. You watched his expression darken slowly like the phase of the moon and silent as night. 
His hands took your knees and pulled you apart wide, spreading you out for his attention.
You were so wet, you averted your gaze, something Satoru was quick to notice. 
“Ah-ah. Don’t get shy on me,” he teased. “Don’t you want to watch me ravish your beautiful pussy?”
Always charismatic, the vulgarity dripped like honey in Satoru’s voice. He could say the filthiest thing to you and you’re sure it’d fill you up like a mouthful of sugar.
Satoru’s lips curved like a fiend, and he could tell that you liked him talking dirty. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He lowered his face. “And I knew when you’d let me, that your pussy would be so wet and ready for me taste.”
You had envisioned this moment yourself, in various scenarios. But nothing compared to the sight between your spread thighs, held in a strong grip. Blue eyes swallowed in lust and Satoru’s beautiful face leveled with your pussy. 
On instinct, you spread yourself more open with Satoru’s aid. 
“Can this be mine?” A tender kiss to your clit had you nodding your head quickly. 
“Yes,” you stuttered. “Yes, Satoru, it’s yours, I’m yours.”
He smiled, kissing you there again and again until you whined, sliding down the headrest, pussy chasing after his mouth. 
Satoru lifted you back up by your spread legs. He kissed your forehead and then was back between your thighs, arms holding you open and diving his tongue deep into you.
A sharp hiss slipped past gritted teeth. Satoru’s tongue moved and stretched you open.
“Look at me,” he growled. 
You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed, reeling from the initial contact. And the look on Satoru’s face had you spellbound. 
Moisture shining on his lips, split by an impish smirk. 
“Don’t look away from me,” he said. “Just keep these pretty legs spread open so I can make you gush on my mouth.”
You’re not given a moment to respond, bucking your hips and moaning to be reunited with Satoru’s mouth. 
Your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer as he greedily ate you out. “Satoru—ah!”
He pulled you wider apart, a pleasant strain in your inner thighs bloomed. You didn’t care if you cramped up, you’d gladly stay like this. 
His mouth moved to suck on your clit, pinning you with his stare, sharp enough to prick your resolve. 
“Satoru, I’m gonna—”
He didn’t falter, didn’t stop, didn’t hurry, kept the pace at the perfect languid flow that had your thighs quiver, a gasp rising from your chest, and your release spilling onto Satoru’s mouth.  
A dark moan was heard from between your legs, and as you blinked away the stars from your vision. Satoru’s eyes had rolled back, slurping up your mess, a potion meant for him. 
The muscles in your thighs had numbed at some point, and the blood slowly trickled back when Satoru set them to rest on the bed. 
You had sank deeper, head and shoulders on the headrest, and your back now dipped into the mattress. 
A delicate hand brushed along your jaw, and Satoru’s shadow spilled over you. 
“Delicious,” he said into your lips. “So, fucking delicious.”
You let him take the lead, still recovering from your orgasm, the muscles in your thighs still asleep. 
“Do you want to stop here?” 
This brought you back to life and you blinked up at him with wide eyes. 
Satoru chuckled, kissing your hairline. “Aren’t you cute? One orgasm isn’t enough for you, huh?”
You swallowed, shaking your head, and then pulled him in for another heated kiss. 
Satoru obliged, spoiling your lips, your jaw, and neck, talking and teasing through it all. He breathed your name. “Tell me. What else baby? Because I have an idea.”
You smiled, humming to feel his fingers play with your wet heat. 
“It involves this pretty thing again.” Satoru slapped your folds, flicking your clit. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”
You bucked your hips up in answer. 
“Should I make you guess?”
Another buck of your hips and another light smack to your pussy. 
“I fucking love the way you respond to me,” Satoru said, rewarding you with a finger slipping inside of you. “The pretty sounds you make.”
You released a long hum, filling Satoru’s ear with your appreciation. “Another Satoru, please.”
“Of course, baby,” he said, another finger joining the other. “I’ll give you anything you want. I could never deny you.” He pumped his fingers, drowning them in your slick. “You feel amazing like this. So wet and ready for me.”
You whined, nodding again, desperate, and needy. You’ve been starved for too long, you had never felt more ready than you do now.
“Are you sure?” Satoru husked. 
“Yes, yes.” Licking your lips, you found your voice. “I want you, Satoru.”
And your heart warmed to see his eyes light up behind the dark lust, a voltage sparking with the familiar tenderness. 
He lifted off a little, to undo his belt and remove his jeans. He dragged everything off, including his boxers and your mouth fell open in a low moan. 
Erect, endowed, thick, with a beautiful vein dipping along the shaft. Your pussy fluttered, aching to be filled. 
Satoru took your hips, pulling you lower so that your head laid flat on the bed. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”
You nodded as he fell forward, the tip of his dick nudging your entrance. Even that felt big, but you refused to deny yourself of the chance to have him fill you up. 
Satoru brought your hands above your head, lacing his fingers with yours, blue eyes pouring into your gaze. You understood and nodded once more. His lips kissed you the same moment his dick pushed forward. 
Together you hummed, delirious from the contact. 
“You’re…perfect,” Satoru breathed, slowly sinking deeper. 
“Oh…” The stretch was addictive. “Satoru…you feel so good.”
“If you like that,” Satoru said, playful. “There’s more of me waiting.”
Inch by inch, Satoru buried deeper, and you don’t know how much more there’d be. But you didn’t care. You’d accommodate all of him, the man that you waited so long for. You could survive waiting a little more. 
Thankfully, there was no need because his hips met yours and a moment past like that, connected like two puzzle pieces that finally found each other. 
“Are you alright?” Satoru asked, squeezing your hands. 
“I am. Are you?”
He grinned. “I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing I feel right now.” He kissed you, hungry, his restraint withering by the second. 
Like how he refused to deny you, you weren’t going to deny him. 
“Satoru, please, move.” You laughed. 
The slide of his dick as it pulled out had you whimpering from the sudden emptiness. It was short-lived because Satoru pushed back in, moving in a pace that matched a sunrise, a slow burn, but every second worthwhile. 
“Keep your eyes on me.” Satoru thrusted a little faster. “Let me be greedy like that, yeah?” He strained a laugh. “You okay, baby?”
You gasped. “Yes.”
His rhythm quickened, punctuated with a kiss to your lips. “I’m yours, okay? And you’re mine.”
“Yes, Satoru.” You held onto his hands tighter, reveling in him doing the same, crushing them into the mattress. 
His thrusts were needy, fast, urgent. “I love the way you feel,” he grunted around a smile. “Every part of you is perfect.”
He released your hand to rub your clit, reigniting every sensitive nerve. 
You whimpered, bringing your free hand to hold onto his, rubbing your clit together as stars burst into your sights again. 
“That’s it.” Satoru pumped faster now, you could feel his dick pulsing with urgency, and his words clipped. “Knew you’d need a second orgasm. That’s—what I’m here for. To spoil you, and to worship this—beautiful soul of yours. I—”
A low groan cut Satoru’s ramblings, echoing in the room, filling the air with his release, and a warmth spreading along your walls.
“Fuck…” Satoru breathed deeply, blue eyes glossed over, and a lopsided grin spread on his face before he kissed you like he had done a million times already. “Oh baby—that was—phenomenal—you’re—fucking—perfect.” 
The affirmations were strewn along your face and neck with such enthusiasm, the tickle of his lips had you squirming and laughing. 
He pulled back with the same grin and dived back to your neck to pepper more kisses there, stealing more laughs.
“Satoru!” You wriggled underneath him. 
“Hm? You don’t want me kissing you anymore?” he teased, nosing your neck. “I’m not done spoiling you yet.”
Eventually, he relented, opting to roll you over so that you were lying on his chest. His hand trailed up your back, fingertip spinning lazy circles onto your shoulder. 
“How’d you feel?” Satoru filled the silence as he always did. 
Relieved, satisfied, happy. It had been a long personal journey for you. The initial jitters had melted away, and it was all thanks to the patient man that held you close to his heart. 
“I feel good.” You craned your head to look at him. 
He smiled, taking the back of your head, and pulling you in for a long, heated kiss, foreshadowing what he said next. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.” ☻
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angelsrcute · 2 months
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★ Warnings: jealous sex, public sex.
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Sugar daddy!Gojo who loves his sugar baby so much.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who always takes you out on dinner at expensive restaurants and buys you gifts no matter the price.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who gets you a pretty dress and takes you to a party.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who gets jealous seeing other men flirting you.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who takes you to the restroom, locking the door.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who wastes no time tearing apart that expensive dress, he couldn't care less, he has enough money to burn.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who fucks you dumb out of jealousy. Your moans are loud enough for people to hear but atleast they'd know you belong to him.
Sugar daddy!Gojo who gives his arrogant smirk after you both return to the party. Some people staring at you but the only thing you can focus on is the cum dripping on your panties.
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kristlewrites · 5 months
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"Monster"
CW: virgin reader, nicknames (dear, sweetcheeks, sunshine, mamas & baby, ma) foreplay, gojo is biter lol, unprotected sex.
PAIRING: Wolf!Gojo x Blk!Fem Reader
WC: 3.3k
🫧🗯️: Now this has PLOT omgg there is alot of dialouge and story build up in the begining but dw there is alot of smut to make up for it as well. This being one of my longest fics ive written is crazy, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this. This is like a Halloween treat for you guys :PP
MINORS DNI
“Don't forget !”
 Your mom's voice rings through your head., You mustn't forget about your granny and her medicine. You loved your dear grandma and she loved you just as much. When you heard she was sick you wanted to do everything in your power to help her feel better as quickly as possible, she was a fragile being and her health was poor. But even then she still has the heart to visit both you and your mother every week. Now it was your turn to return her kindness and care for her just as much as she cared for you. You wear your cute white dress, and over it place a red hood matching it with your black mary janes.
There was just one problem, a huge problem. You had no clue where you were going! Your mom had just told you to go through the forest and there wouldn't be a problem. But you were awful with directions, you couldn't tell your left from right even if it cost your life. Nonetheless you had to give this to your granny. It was a basket full of fruits, blueberry muffins (her favorites) and of course medication. She would be more than delighted to see you, it's been a while since you've last contacted her and you wanted to make sure she was okay. Walking out with a new found determination you walk over to the forest at the back of your house. 
Strolling along the path you admire the scenery that splays out in front of you. Ginormous trees, luscious green grass, and the soothing sounds of a lake. You don't understand why you haven't been to your grandmother's house often. The route itself is gorgeous. 
Time goes by quickly when you realize how cold it's gotten. The trees were so tall you couldn't see the sun, so you weren't aware of how much time it had been. 
“I guess I forgot how long it took to get there.” You pout at yourself while taking a turn 
“Oh my gosh, I have to get there quickly omg..” you cry out. You were so tired of walking endlessly, having no idea where you were going. Quietly you sit down by a tree, remove your Mary Janes and sob to yourself. You wonder how your grandmother was doing. You were so tired and she must be so worried. She knew you were coming and was probably fearing you. 
It was rumored that there had been wolves roaming the forest. That was years ago, but she couldn't help but overthink and every time she came over she would always tell you to beware. You hear some noise from the bushes you jolt in fear. “Hello! Anyone out there?" You shout. A small fox jumps up and props itself onto your lap.
“Awe how cute” you say petting it lightly. You feel relaxed whilst petting it all your doubts go away. “You don't suppose you know how to go to my Granny’s house do you?” You ask half-jokingly. “Of course you don't..” You sigh and laugh at yourself for expecting an answer. You give the little fox a nudge, “Well I have to be there for her, she needs me!” You stand up, thinking about your grandmother's kindness lights up the motivation within and gives you the confidence to go and continue. Your foot aches, fatigues and worries all go away as you march on. The fox leaps into the bushes
Miraculously you find yourself in front of the small little cottage where your grandma lives. Shivering you ring the doorbell impatiently desperate to get inside. No response. You rang it again thinking maybe she didn't hear. No response again. Maybe she's asleep, you think to yourself. You reach for the doorknob expecting the door to be locked, just to fall through! Quickly you walk in, closing the door behind you. 
“Well that's odd she would always have her door locked…” you mutter as you walk into the kitchen. “Grandma!” you shout out, searching the abandoned house.
The kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom. You've searched all those places and still no sight of her! You head upstairs still shouting out her name, receiving no response. ‘Of course she’d be in her bedroom resting if she was sick stupid!’ you think to yourself. You make your way into the hallway with nothing but the clicks and clacks of your Mary Janes filling up the empty noise. Slightly, you knock on her door
 “Grandma?” you ask quietly. No response. “Granny, I'm here” you say slightly louder. 'Hmm, she wouldn't be mad if I went in, right?” You open up the door. 
You found her lying comfortably in bed, wide awake. "Grandma...why didn't you answer me?” You ask.
“Sorry dear, I couldn't hear you well. Why don't you come closer so I can hear you better?" you hear an unfamiliar voice coming from her.
“Wow grandma, your cold must be awful. Your voice sounds so different.” You walk closer, finally getting a good look at her condition. “My, what big eyes you have, grandma.” You say observing her.
“All the better to see you with my dear.” Responded the ‘grandma’
“What big ears you have, Grandma? You touch the ears gently in awe
“All the better to hear from you sweetie” 
“Oh and what big teeth you have…” You say getting closer to your ‘grandma’ now you were on the edge of the bed
A smirk displays on the face of the mysterious figure in place of your grandmother.
“W-what d-did you do t-to her?” You screamed out in fear. What is this thing? And where was your grandma?!?
“I don't think you'd be that dumb, how come you've just now realized?” The voice spits out. You couldn't even move. You were paralyzed with fear. Frozen in shock. What is a wolf doing here instead of you grandma?!? “Oh relax sunshine” He says caressing your face gently, you slap his long wolf fingernails away. 
“Oh right…give me a minute okay?” He gets up and all within a minute he transforms into this tall pale man. White hair replaces the brown fur, the nails shrink, and the yellow eyes turn into a blue sharp gaze. He turns around, and you see his beautiful crisp abs gleaming in the moonlight. You were absolutely mesmerized by the way his chest was carved so perfectly. You keep staring going further and further down until you see his dick?!?! Does this man not have any decency?!! 
“My eyes are up here sweet cheeks” He laughed.
“W-what is h-happening??!” You cry out, shutting your eyes immediately. “Weren't you just a beast two minutes ago??”
“You have a lot to learn sweetheart” The man chuckles.
 “"What happened to my grandma?” You ask, feeling a little bit more confident now.
Slowly, he points towards his belly. Your eyes grow wide at the sudden realization. “You monster, how could you eat her!?”
“Woah not eat,” He says almost as if you offended him “I'm not interested in fossils, she was in the way so I just got rid of her” he shrugs as if it's nothing.
You were gonna puke, did he just say ‘got rid of' as in she's dead?? He killed her? Tears were flowing down your face, you were shaking in fear at the thought of your poor innocent grandmother, minding her own business doing her own thing so fragile and powerless. A victim.
“Don't worry, it was no struggle at all” he says in a weird reassuring manner “It was almost like she accepted it”
You gulped, “B-but why would you do that?” You were a mess. Tears pouring down your face, snot teasing to leave  your nostrils, and your head was aching.
“Because I wanted to meet you sweet cheeks” He says almost romantically. Your heart flutters a bit. But you shake it off due to the fact that he killed your granny..
“Me? Why me..?” You ask
“I had my eye on you for a while, and i've been meaning to know how you taste” He answers licking his lips at the sight of you trembling with fear. Slowly he walks towards the bed where have been still the whole time, you reel back trying to get away from him. He lunges at you and pins you down by your fists. Your heart races at inhuman speed with his face just inches away from yours. He smirks at your flustered appearance, your lips quivering, your eyes wide but shaking with disdain. 
“What's wrong dear?” He whispered in your ear. Restrained underneath him you didn't move. All you could do was stare into his beautiful azure gaze. 
“Are you scared?” He teases, a smile sneaking up on his face. For some reason even knowing what he's done to your grandmother and what kind of person he is you couldn't help but melt under his embrace.
 Suddenly he leans in, reaching for a kiss and you reflexively open your mouth for him to enter. He swishes his tongue in your mouth diving for more. You do the same crisscrossing his tongue. He retracts back leaving a trail of saliva.
You shake your head trying to get your act together. There was no way you willingly made out with your grandmother's assailant. You couldn't believe yourself. “You're so cute,” he says, rubbing his fingertips against your bottom lip. Smoothly he injects his pointer and middle finger into your mouth gathering salvia. 
“Don't worry I'm gonna take care of you” He sneers. He lifts up your dress revealing your pinky lace bra. You try to push down your dress but he still has you restrained with only one hand. You had nowhere to look but up, but you couldn't complain about the view. God he was so sexy. The way the moonlight reflected on his abs was a sight that no artist could replicate. 
Hastily he tears away your bra and immediately indulges into your breasts. Your brown nipples perking up from the draft of the room. His warm tongue makes contact with your nipples and your back arches almost instantly. 
“You are super sensitive,...is this your first time?” He asks, temporarily leaving your nipple. You nod your head, embarrassment flooding your body but only for a short time as he twists your nipple causing you to yelp.
 ‘Mmm’ you whine as he continues to suck on your nipples. It felt so good. It was like he had been doing this for centuries. 
“You like it when I do that right?" He grins, trailing down your torso marking your body with soft pecks everywhere. Until he reaches your frilly underwear, and in minutes it's in shreds. He tore it up like a goddamn beast, well he is one. 
“What is wrong with you?” You mutter but he doesn't answer instead he admires your pretty little cunt that was leaking down from its folds. “So wet for me already” he sneers, using his middle and pointer fingers to enter the slimy mess. 
‘Hhu’ you hitch from the feeling of the cool fingers entering your cunt. It hurts but it also feels so good. 
“Tell me if it hurts,” he says. He is surprisingly nice for someone who has just murdered your grandma. He picks up the pace going faster and faster. The pain and pleasure mix well within you as you feel a small pool of heat forming within your abdomen area. 
‘Hah, g-go faster please’ you moan. Obeying you he picks up the pace curling his two fingers into your cervix. Your legs jitter outward, opening wide just in time for you to come all over his fingers. Your legs give out dropping down, you're out breath sweating. You couldn't believe you just came on the fingers of your grandmother's murderer. You were such a bad granddaughter but you really couldn't blame yourself. It felt incredible. You have never felt that great after fingering yourself no matter how many fingers you'd use. Now he comes in and makes you come instantly
He slowly retracts his fingers, and sucks them. “You taste even better than I had imagined” he remarks. Swiftly he picks you up and adjusts himself so now that both you guys are on the bed. His dick wags around while doing so. “Okay baby I’m gonna put it in, are you okay with that?” You nod in response, still very much tired from your last orgasm. Gently he lifts up your legs, sensually he bites your thighs leaving marks all over them. The sight you were witnessing was incredible, his gorgeous platinum hair all messy and his pale face caressing your legs oh so softly.
‘Ah’ you squeal at the sudden contact with his throbbing cock wiping your cunt. 
“It's s-so large” You mutter in awe, this was probably your first time seeing a dick in person but you do know that the size of his was not normal. You wince at him grazing his tip along your puss folds.
“You like that baby?” He grins at your reaction
“M-mhh, b-but its n-not gonna fit” you whimper out
“Don't worry mama it'll fit, I'll be gentle.” He reassures you by wiping away the tears drifting off your cheeks. Gently he angles his cock to align perfectly with your sopping wet hole.
‘Ah’ you moan, it was so painful and you felt like he was gonna stretch out your poor pussy just by entering the tip. Your legs latch onto his back begging for support and you felt like you were gonna get split in half as he kept on inching closer and closer. Then you feel something tear and you can hear the man laughing above.
“"I'm gonna go deeper okay?” He tells you, inching forward into your warm tight pussy. Wrapping him up like a present, he feels your walls enclosing him making his dick twitch inside. Your back cranks up. The way his dick slides in and out perfectly and him thrusting vigorously was enough to send you over the edge. He kept going and going as he drove into you with such force that you were sure that your grandmother's bed was going to collapse. Softly, he resumes back on your breast licking and twisting your nipples sending you overboard.
 “"Hah you're so sexy” he said with drool spilling out his mouth from slathering your poor nipples. He was mesmerized by the way your boobs were moving along with each thrust. And your gorgeous face, even with pools of tears, mascara bleeding down you still looked Amazing. “I'm gonna make you all mine” He grins in a senile manner just before bending down biting everywhere on your body. Making patterns with teeth marks all over your torso. 
“D-don't do that '' You barely were able to mutter out, your brain went straight to mush. You couldn't even process a single thought let alone speak. But it felt so good. You were wondering why you hadn't done it sooner. He was so fine with the sweat trickling down each path of his abs, his hair all messy, and him biting his lips you couldn't even describe the scene before you. Well not anymore, because you felt a flood gushing down your cunt flooding his dick. ‘Mmph’ you cry out. It was like all your senses went down with your orgasm, you used your legs to bring him in closer to you, you wanted to feel all full. Full of his dick and full of his cum.
You rest your head back, breathing heavily and your stomach rises up and down. Out of nowhere he grabs you, placing him on top of his dick. So now you are on his lap facing him, chest to chest. “You don't get to finish until I cum, sweet cheeks.” He laughed. Holding you up by your waist, he slams you up and down on his cock.
 ‘Hahha’ your poor self couldn't even form thoughts from the sudden movement. He had you bouncing up and down with no means to stop. He had suffocated himself with your tiddies. You can feel his tongue gliding across them. 
“Gojo” he whispers out
“W-what” you were a stuttering mess
“My name. Say it .” 
You had no clue why he was so adamant about you addressing him by his name. But you were in no room to disobey. ‘Mmph, g-gojo it feels too good hah’ You whined out not even realizing the state Gojo was in. You felt his dick go crazy against your walls, and his pattern started to go a little off rhythm. “Im gonna cum in you, make you all mine” he whispers against your chest. You didn't have a chance to register what he had said before he shoots his load deep into you. You couldn't help but cry out. 
“I need you so bad” he breathes out, biting onto your shoulder. His warm load still lodged in your pussy threatening to leak out but plugged by Gojo's cock. It felt so good to be filled up. The feeling of being full makes you drool even more.
Surprisingly he still had the energy to keep on going. Switching positions, you guys were now lying down side by side with Gojo still balls deep inside of you. He adjusted your head so you were now looking at him. Your mouths making contact as Gojo’s cool finger tips fondled your breasts. (Gojo is a titty person) You gasp into his mouth leading him to inject his tongue in between your lips. Your body was contorted in such a weird manner, but it didn't matter. All your pain had disappeared as soon as Gojo proceeded with pushing himself into it.
He couldn't get enough. You felt so good around him. It was like your cunt was carved for his dick and his dick only. Slowly he rocks into you with his cum still in you. You whimper, your pussy was still super sensitive from the last time but still you folded immediately. Gojo gradually picks up speed, while you can hear his balls smacking your ass continuously in a pattern. You were overloaded from every side. You didn't know how he could multitask so well and make you feel complete in every aspect but you couldn't help but moan out screaming. You can feel him smiling from your shoulder. He takes a large bite from it causing you to scream out in both pain and pleasure 
That same familiar feeling arises again within your tummy. Gojo drags your hand and places it on your abdomen. “You feel that" he whispers, “That's me inside of you baby” he licks your ear, and bites it. 
You couldn't hold it anymore “I'm c-cummin’ you manage out. 
“Cum on me baby” Gojo says seductively. And with that like it was on command you creamed out all over him causing a gooey mess all over the sheets.
Air was all that was filling up the room, the sounds of you guys both panting in sync. You were exhausted. You had lost all the feeling in your legs, you couldn't process anything, and you were so tired that you couldn't even move any of your limbs.
“I'm gonna take care of everything else alright, so just relax” He mutters, crawling down from his position just to re-enter his previous one. Inserting his dick right back into you grunting and rutting against your cunt. He thrusts at a much more irregular pace eager to eject. 
“Shit ma, you're so tight, relax." He growls, stretching out your legs and biting them all over. His pace grows more and more jagged. He finally releases out into you causing you to jolt from the sensation. 
Both of you guys were depleted of all energy. Gojo, exhausted, lands himself upon you. 
You wake up just to find yourself spooned within Gojo's chest, the man is knocked out. You laughed at the sheer insanity of the situation. You couldn't believe you lost your virginity to the same being that killed your Grandma…
You graze your fingers along his smooth jawline thinking to yourself that it wasn't as bad as you thought. And with that you went back to sleep.
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ay0nha · 3 months
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When shall we meet again in thunder, lightning, or rain? | S.G. (I)
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SUMMARY: You avoided addressing him directly, not quite due to fear but rather apathy. It took coaxing for you to even allow him to stay and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer.
PAIRING: Satoru Gojo x Fushiguro!reader (Megumi's aunt/Toji's sister)
WORD COUNT: 2.2K
WARNINGS: Found family vibes atm, slight enemies to lovers, reader and gojo figuring out their dynamic through emotion constipation, angsty convos and feelings, canon-typical things, kid megumi, rushed ending, etc.
A/N: This took longer than I thought, but I want to take my time and really put effort into this one, so I hope you all enjoy. BIG shout out to @benzywenzymeowmeow this wouldn't have happened without your help. Much love. Again, based on/inspired by @stsgooo's post (here!). Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future parts.
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prologue part ii
The bliss was idyllic.
Your wrist balanced on the windowsill as you lazily tapped the ash of your cigarette. The cool air caressed your arm and gave you goosebumps that reminded you that you were still alive—human. 
Your senses were perked. 
The city outside kept you attentive as your head rested back. The day was long, but hearing the taxis carrying bubbling people made it worth it. You imagined how some were on their way to find warmth in their home while others were dressed for an endless night of laughter.  
You loved how you contrasted the city; your living room was empty and quiet. You could no longer hear Megumi’s shuffling feet above you. The tranquility was still a fresh oddity. The new life created was a semblance of happiness. You traded hyper-vigilant nights for bedtime stories, cooking meals only for the kids for family dinners, and Gojo’s scarcity of communication for peaceful nights like tonight.
The privilege that came with Gojo’s name made your stomach churn. It was simple at first, pushing Gojo into a subconscious level. However, the task became daunting; an ache emerged from so deep within that it took months for you to realize he was responsible. 
You were overdue for an interruption. You answered the door after the third knock. 
“Gojo.” The cigarette dangled from your lip and bobbed with every syllable. “Megumi’s asleep.”
“Already?” Gojo feigned surprise; his intentions were obvious that he wasn’t here for your nephew. “It’s only—
“Midnight.” You sucked in a crackling breath. With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. On your breath out, the smoke clouded his face, “What do you want?”
“I didn’t know you smoked.” He used your question as an invitation, pushing past the threshold. He was always amused learning more about you, able to store away the details for later torment. 
With a chastised drag, you smothered the tobacco on the closest thing. “I don’t.”
There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. You turned to smoking when you were young, disappearing seamlessly into a crowd that did the same. It grew into something that was seen as an extension of yourself—something nervously born only to be counterintuitive. 
You had gone to the store tonight for something so trivial that you struggled to remember what it was. The itch on your palm was a distraction from it all as you pointed for the pack behind the counter. It seemed like the right thing to do to combat stress, especially as you purchased a cheap lighter to follow through. 
It hadn’t been a comfort you thought it would be, but it was the only way you knew best to preoccupy yourself. You weren’t used to such repose surrounding you. You felt—safe. 
Now, each push forward felt unreliable and fuzzy. You didn’t like the way you felt so exposed. 
“Megumi’s getting stronger.” You couldn’t stand the idle silence, mainly when its weight rested on your shoulders. “The other day, this place was flooded with rabbits.” 
Gojo’s laugh flittered against the walls, challenging the warm breeze that swept through the place. It was apparent you hadn’t settled into the home completely; it was still devoid of personality and belonging. 
You hadn’t realized how each of Gojo’s visits revealed more. Something about seeing dishes in the sink and mail littering the counters lightened him. It was a simple indication that he was finally doing something right. 
“He’s a clever kid,” Gojo said lowly as if the neighbors would hear. His voice followed you even when you resumed your sedentary position, “He’s holding back, though…” 
“Isn’t that a good thing for you?” You were critical. You barely lifted your wrist, making a vague gesture of importance. “...and your so-called destiny…”
The constant friction between clans failed to excite you. It served as a reminder that those below them would most feel the repercussions. The day would come when the six eyes would meet the tenth shadow, and you would be left to clean up the mess. 
“It could be...” He answered so casually. You knew it’d be a lie if he promised you anything different. “...but that doesn’t mean Megumi shouldn’t reach his full potential.”
“How noble,” You cooed. 
Silence settled after the soft scoff to your chide. Often, you sat in silence, something Gojo was still learning to adapt to. If he had it his way, you would sit in rapture in his company. Yet, it was far more welcome than before. 
But the obvious question was still floating between you. 
Gojo could have entertained you with lies of being nearby. However, what drove him to your doorstep was a new sensation. It started in his chest, an unassuming feeling that he ascribed to staving off sleep. There became lesser justifications when it infiltrated every extremity. 
It had only become unbearable when missing posters began to overlap, the various faces becoming warped from exposure. The curses responsible were low-grade, but Gojo couldn’t ignore the threat even then. As they drew closer, he employed crows to line the telephone wires. Yet, he could only keep his distance for so long. 
“You’re stalling, Satoru…” 
You avoided addressing him directly, not entirely due to fear, but instead apathy. It took coaxing for you even to allow him to stay, and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer. 
“Tired of me already?” His smirk could be felt. 
“Something like that…” You sighed. “If you’ve come here to hide more of those things—” You sat up, reaching for the dingy box that stored a gifted cursed object. “—don’t.”
The object mocked you daily, occupying space it wasn’t meant to atop the living room’s end table. Although it was sealed deftly with layers of protection, you were convinced whatever was within was alive—living and breathing to torment you. The house felt heavy with something that breathed down your neck, and praying, you turned to face it. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing coy wasn’t a strong suit for Gojo, not when he’d already hidden another cursed object just above the door frame. 
You hadn’t thought your paranoia was shared despite its contrast. For you, the odds were that harm would find you, and you’d be vulnerable to it all. However, Gojo could handle anything but never fared well with things threatening his control. His thoughts would begin to loop, slowly morphing into images that haunted his nights. 
It drove him to unassigned missions based on rumors of the whereabouts of cursed objects. The more he found, the deeper he placed them into the bones of the building you slept within. It took time for you to catch on, only finding these items when you cleaned, behind old books, in forgotten drawers, or in places just out of your reach. 
“Look—” Gojo started again, denying you the chance to argue. “Megumi’s getting stronger; you said it yourself.” He paused, treading carefully. “There will be a time when you wish these were enough.” 
Time passed fiercely. 
Megumi grew at a pace you could hardly keep up with. His sleeping figure was becoming too heavy for your hip, your dexterity failing as you felt for your keys. Then, you felt the weight shift on the opposite side of the door. 
Your struggle ended when it opened. 
“What are you—
“Shh—” Gojo held a finger to his lip, a smile imminent under it. “You’ll wake him.”
With your arms tucked under Megumi’s legs, you held him tightly to your chest as if the person before you was an intruder. Gojo watched as you slowly regained your composure, shoulders reflecting relief and the indent between your eyebrows evaporating.  
Even over the rim of his opaque glasses, Gojo knew better than to think his presence was welcomed. You readjusted your sleeping nephew lightly, frowning as you pushed past Gojo. You felt his footsteps copy your own, closely as if teasing the thought of bumping into you. 
The home was warm as if Gojo had been there for hours. Perhaps he was; you’d lost count of how long you’d been out. Especially as your arms grew tired and the river’s humidity still clung to your skin. 
“It’s late, Satoru…” You murmured over your shoulder. Your body melted from the exhaustion it carried, leaving droplets of yourself as a trail. “Whatever it is can wait…”
Gojo had always been blunt, frequently tactless in his childish rapport. However, he stood before you uncompromisingly as if your absence was a grave mistake.
“The door was unlocked—” His opaque glasses could shield his annoyance, but his words dripped with accusation. “—you weren’t here.” 
Your hold on Megumi remained secure. “He’s been having trouble sleeping.”
Megumi exchanged sleep for taming shikigami. He was diligent in understanding the world of jujutsu. You expected that alone to intimidate him, but he was already above it all, jaded about the idea of becoming a sorcerer. 
Although young, behind Megumi’s neutral expression was immense introspection. Despite his disposition, his morals weren’t laid bare yet, but he knew he wasn’t that person. That alone was enough to weigh him down.  
As his mentor, Gojo failed to notice. His focus was on your oversight. “Someone—something could have—”
“It was just a walk,” You sighed. 
The lights streamed in from the street you’d just wandered on. It cast shadows against the mess of the place. Your stress unravelled into the discarded, forgotten jackets sprawled on random chairs. 
Every surface had some mark that Gojo indulged in. They told stories he could piece together; the stains of coffee on the counter attributed to your tardiness. He could picture how you hurried before school, toast in your mouth as you fitted Megumi’s school tie and ruffled a free hand through his unruly hair. 
“He’s fine.” You promised with resignation. Gojo blinked back to the present, ignorant to how you misinterpreted his wistfulness for further criticism. “The walks help, I think.”
“You realize it’s the middle of the night, right?” He scoffed, pedantic with his dry laugh. “All my efforts, just for you to dangle yourself—
“Come on…” Your hum was half-hearted, looking at Megumi. “Lately, your efforts seem to be only convenient for you.” 
Walking away from the conversation, you did your best to keep busy. You were afraid that if you stopped moving, your world would collapse. If you stopped moving, time would consume you. 
The Zenin clan didn’t take Gojo’s loophole lightly. He responded with a few years worth of nurturing Megumi; money was siphoned to you for his care, a place was already carved for him at the school, and any sugar craving was indulged. 
That left you counting the seconds you still had with your nephew. The walks calmed you, holding Megumi so closely. His arms wrapped tightly around your neck to loosen as he was rhythmically rocked to sleep. 
You weren’t afraid to walk alone. With your whole words encased in your arms, there wasn’t anything you weren’t willing to do. Even if that meant letting go at the end of the night. 
Despite uncanny perception, Gojo was blind to how crushing that felt. 
“I can’t see what he sees, what you see.” You continued aloud. Gojo was wise to hold back on an ill-timed wind-up, able to hear your admission clearly. “But I can feel what it does.”
Megumi groaned lightly, eyebrows furrowing from your chest’s vibrations. You paused, waiting for him to settle again. The night was almost over, and you weren’t sure how long your posture could support your position. 
“Let him be a kid.” You whispered. 
Gojo’s heart had dropped to his stomach, the curtains behind you rhythmically moving in a dance that mocked him. The few words made his fingers twitch. The thought of turning into his worst nightmare was comforted by a tight breath. 
If he genuinely desired to foster the next generation—to have Megumi be his equal—any unsympathetic cruelty didn’t have space to exist. Gojo’s breath deepened, filled with promise. 
Pushing the brief turmoil out, a lightness took over him. “Are you inviting me over for a playdate?”
“He may have a funny way of showing it…” You started. Megumi could be aloof and quiet, but you knew him better than anyone else. His eyes lit up even when he complained about Gojo. “...but Megumi—
“My head’s big enough already.” Gojo stalked toward you, saving you both from something neither of you was ready for. “Let’s make a deal, hmm?”
Carefully, Gojo’s hands brushed under your arms. Their coolness made you prickle, almost taking a defensive position as he offered help.
“These strolls of yours.” He mused. “Call me.” Any protest was lost; all you could do was nod. “I’m overdue for fresh air.” 
The transfer was seamless as he took the weight of your responsibility into his own arms. Megumi was deep in sleep, unaware of how the strength of his mentor was enough to hold you up as well. 
Gojo jutted his head toward your room, hold confident on Megumi. “Go get some rest.”
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walkgojo · 2 months
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⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞. saturo gojo x fem!reader drabble — sfw!
his mouth had gone dry, his heart pounding in his chest after you finally pressed your lips to his. he couldn't believe how smug you had been. you, this angel who'd typically been so shy in regard to any sort of flirtation. now, his cheeks were dusted with blush, his eyes nearly blown open as he watched you walk away. yuji stood across from gojo, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly before he broke out into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach. "what the hell just happened?" he mutters, losing all of his typical satoru gojo coolness. he blinks a few times, suddenly coming back to consciousness as his feet start moving before he can think about it. he's moving quickly several meters behind you.
he couldn't even remember the moments that led up to the kiss, only in flashes — your laugh, the stillness that you had summoned, the brush of your hand, the soft sigh you released as your lips touched as if you'd been waiting for this your whole life.
fingers lift to touch the tender skin of his mouth, feeling the residue of that lipgloss he would watch you put on. so it was real. it wasn't some blackout hallucination, some maladaptive daydream.
the ghost of your perfume still hung around him, the residual press of your lips, that damned lip gloss.
he'd fantasized about you for months, letting you deny him from behind that dense flush of your cheeks. he would watch as you tensed when he called you beautiful, when he would talk about taking you out. you insisted that you had to focus on work but his persistence was wearing your resolve thin. that's how you found yourself, fiercely marching toward the man as he laughed along with yuji about something. your fingers circling around his wrist, tugging him toward you as your hand caught the nape of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. you felt him tense, then relax as you both exhaled. you released him with the same fervor, excusing yourself quickly before turning on your heel and made way toward your office. you were reckless, knowing that yuji itadori would say something to his classmates but when had gojo been subtle? his flirtation was often public, much to your embarrassment. why couldn't you live with the same carefree demeanor? your hands are shaking as you flex and relax them — this was why.
"you're just going to kiss me like that and walk away?" he calls after you, his smugness slowly returning as he lurches to grab your arm, "don't do that to me, princess."
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Lose Control
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Saturo can't stand the sight of you walking away from him. How could you do this to him after he'd given you everything? Has he not been good to you? Had he not given you everything that you'd ever want? But here you are, walking away from him after trying to break up with him. Key word there. Trying. He wasn't about to let you go. 
Gojo's long legs eat up the distance, and his hand catches your wrist, grip tight enough to have you wince and whip around to stare at the white-haired man. He doesn't let you go, and whatever scathing remark you had died on your tongue when Gojo drops to his knees, pressing his forehead to the hand he clutches. 
“You can't leave me, _,” Saturo whines, tone broken and pleading, but demanding and insistent. He looks up and over his sunglasses, catching your gaze, unwavering. 
“You belong with me. How many times have I told you that I'm no good being alone?”
You say nothing, have nothing to say to the broken man kneeling on the ground before you. He'd hurt you, betrayed your trust. You couldn't let him convince you to stay. 
“I lose control when you're not next to me. Can't you see that I'm falling apart in front of you? Are you trying to make a mess of me?”
Based on the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. Listen on YouTube -> HERE
@goth-mami-writer cause she's the best with helping me figure out my own thoughts!
Feel free to use this for your own works if you so choose! I just wanted to share since I couldn't get it outta my head.
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elijahslittleprincess · 4 months
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Protective lover
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You had recently started a relationship with your teacher Satoru gojo. he was one of the strongest mage ever created and living on Earth. Yet for you Satoru was a simple human being that might be stronger than most but still you apparently managed to fall in love with him. It wasn't right since you were one of his exorcism student but honestly it's not because you actually didn't try to contain your feeling. They were just too strong, after all what wasn't it to love about this man. He simply is perfect, grayish white hair, deep icy blue eyes, perfect feature. A god amongst human. He could have every women he likes. Yet you are the one he love and you still couldn't believe your luck. You couldn't be happier really, that even if your lover was now quite restrictive of your actions.
In reality, Satoru was terribly protective of you. The mage in question was absolutely terrified to send you in one of the mission given by the school. What if you get hurt or worst what if you die, he couldn't risk it. His love for you was too strong and now that you were dating it was harder for him to imagine you even close to danger.
Satoru trusted you of course he did but that wasn't the question or neither the point. The issues was laying simply on his mind. It was just absolutely out of the question for you to get injured during a quest. Plagues were dangerous creature that only wanted to devours humans and kill them. The white hair sorcerer couldn't take the risk of you facing one that was too strong for you. Therefore, Satoru simply refused to send you in any mission with the other student of your years.
It was outraging for you, you were an Exorcist just like he was after all why couldn't he accept to treat you like the others. You understood that he loved you and that he only cared for your safety. Nonetheless you couldn't help but be terribly mad and offended by his action.
After all how could you actually improve if you weren't allowed to go in quest and face plagues. It was absolutely ridiculous especially from a teacher.
That's why you finally had enough of it one day when Saturo came announcing that their was an emergency to attend to. And that of course he absolutely forbid you to go with the other student to face the Class S plague treatening innocent humans. You stood your ground this time, you were ready to go to incredible leinght to made him change his mind. You weren't going to let you friends alone to face this one.
I'm going too. You said with a serious expression on and your eyes showing defiance toward Saturo.
It was a first, never since you actually started dating have you ever dared to go against his order. He stayed your sensei after all and you had to listen to him normally. Yet, this time things had gotten out of proportion and it was absolution ridiculous of him to act like this with you. You weren't a porcelain doll. By his reaction, Gojo was more than surprise by your words and the way you looked at him. He certainly didn't expected that from you and his blue icy eyes harden suddenly.
The only sight of it made your blood freeze in your veins. He had never looked at you like this before, you weren't sure how you felt about it. It was making you sad but it was igniting a fire within you that seemed to be caused by how much you wanted to go with the other. You wanted him to see you like a worthy Exorcist and for that you had to hold your side of the rope. Even if it really didn't semmed to please him at all.
No you won't. Was the only thing that Saturo said as he crossed his arms on his chest with an authoritative expression. It was really weird to see him serious for inece. You felt trapped. You could feel Negomi, Yuji and nobara looking at the both of you with surprise and interest. All of your classmates already knew about your relationship with satoru of course. Yet you couldn't help but feel a bit shy right now having a serious conversation in front of them like if they were in there. This conversation was feeling more personal suddenly, more like two lovers having a fight than a teacher and a student. That wasn't at all what you intended. You should have expected it to be like this obviously, after all you knew that the only reason Saturo kept you at the school and was forbidding you to accompany your classmate to fight was because you were his girlfriend and that he wanted to protect you. It was obvious that it was going to turn personal yet you still were surprise. Anyhow you tried to keep your composure in front of your colleague and Friends while keeping hold of your eyes contact with Saturo. God why wasn't he wearing his sunglasses today, it would have been so much more easier to look at him with them. His eyes always have been a weakness for you and today you felt like a ton of brick just hit you right in the face. He was so terribly sexy and you felt so weak as he looked at you with seriousness and maybe anger within this facade of self restraint he always had on. You were slowly starting to regret your decision to contradict him on this one. It really wasn't fair honestly how could you actually be mad at him when he looked so perfect like this. The only thing that you wanted was to have your chance with the plagues. What if you get hurt, you can be healed right it wasn't the end of the world. It was infuriating to be told what to do and the only thought of it right now was enough to boost your motivation yet again.
With that in mind you slowly got closer to where saturo stood and stopped a meter apart from him. Your eyes were still looking in his and without you noticing your cheek had become red because of the mixed feeling that you felt right now. You wanted to take his hand, to hug him or even kiss him right now to plead him with everything that he had to reconsider his decision. The only thing that was stopping you was the prying eyes of your friends just behind the both of you. Instead of doing so the only thing that you managed to say was his name followed by a pleading.
Gojo...please I wanna go. 
After saying that your eyes lowered and looked at your own hands in front of you. You were wishing so much that he'd say yes. That even if you had a lot of doubt about it. However, instead of receiving an answer like you expected you felt strong arms taking hold of your body and bringing you upward on his shoulder. Gojo had taken you up and was now carrying you out of the class, leaving behind your tree friend absolutely dumbfounded. On your side you were a bit taken aback but pissed and tried to struggle off him with not avail sadly. He could be such an asshole.
Saturo!!! put me down what the hell are you doing?! You said a bit stronger that you intended.
You received nothing from him after that, he just kept walking to finally arrive to his office. In there, Gojo finally put you down and he went to sat on his desk facing you with a look you couldn't quite pinpoint. It looked like a mix of anger and undeniable unsatisfaction. It was really unusual to see him like that and you didn't liked it. You were quite fond of his smile and his bubbly self and now that you had the opportunity to see him being serious for once. You felt little and uncertain of yourself. What if he was mad at you and was going to snap and yell. Not that you were worried he would ever hurt you but he was a really strong being...
As you kept thinking about those invasive thoughts, you didn't realised you started shaking a bit. The both of you were at a maximum of 3 meters from each other but you could feel the magic radiating in the room like an eavy blanket covering you all.
You wanted to speak but you didn't semmed to be able to and the same goes for looking at him. What was happening to you...?
On his side, Gojo couldn't help but look at you no matter how he felt right now. The love he had for you was preventing him from being even a tiny bit mad at you. He might look pissed or angry right now but he wasn't. Maybe it was only the surprise and the worry within him that was causing this reaction and this hard facade to cover his feature.
The reason he had decided to pick you up and got the both of you into his office was purely personal. He had no intention continuing this conversation in front of the whole class, after all it wasn't their business at all. It was only between you and him. Beside in front of others satoru couldn't really express his feeling toward you. Now that you were alone however, he could and wanted to. The only problem was the realisation of your state when he layed his eyes on your body. Even from that distance he could see you were trembling and his eyes went wide. Was he scaring you?... Panic started to appear within him and his feature softened suddenly. The last thing that he wanted was to scare you, satoru would never hurt you. Never. Seeing you in that state of fear made him feel terrible and in a reflex motion he had stood up from where he sat and walk to where you stood slowly not to scare you even more. When he did reach you, Gojo was hesitant to touch you, for the first time in his life he felt like a monster and his heart was pounding hard in his chest. Words were missing in his mouth and the only thing he had the courage to do was to take hold of your hips and bring your body flush with his into a tight hug. Your face fell against his chest then and you felt warm suddenly. The feeling of his body against yours and the comforting caress he was laying on your back made all your worries go away. It didn't take long before your body stopped shaking and that your eyes found his again. You felt like a fool for thinking one second that Gojo could have hurt you...what a stupid girl you were. Everything he does was to protect you, and you knew that. His scent was so damn addictive and you were getting lost in his eyes as you look at him. His whole self was just shooting your whole soul and you just cuddled closer for an instant as a soft satisfying breath left your lips followed by a soft and delicate "Saturo".
Seeing you so relaxed was a real relief for Saturo, he seriously feared you would pushed him away when he hugged you. Yet, there you were just trying to get even closer to him and the sorcerer couldn't keep a sweet and joyfully smile from covering his lips. He loves you so much...to much maybe but he felt like the luckiest man alive to be able to kiss you like just now on the top of your head. All of this almost made him forget about the initial conversation you had that caused your distress and his sour reaction earlier, almost.
I'm here sweetheart, I'm sorry if I scared you...You do know I would never hurt you right. Gojo said with a hopefully voice. He dearly wished you knew otherwise it would be painful for him. Delicately in a sweet gesture, saturo placed one of his hand on your cheek and started caressing it as he kept you in his arms. He felt so much better now that you were right there.
And you had to admit that you did feel the same way now that he was holding you too. He touched your face and you leaned toward his touch like desperate for more. Your eyes met his again after a little and you just spoke up with an apologetic voice to him.
Yes of course I know that Saturo. It's just that you had seemed so pissed when I asked you to go with the other that I felt...worried that you might snap at me you know. I love you...so much but I feel that it is so unfair to stay here while the other can actually get more experience with plagues and monsters. I'm an Exorcist to my love...I need to fight demons to get better but if you keep me locked up in here it won't happen saturo. I need you to trust me.
Saturos eyes looked deeply into yours as you spoke up, he knew that what he was doing wasn't fair but he just couldn't bare the tought of you hurt. As you stopped talking and seemed desperate for him to say something saturo heart tightened in his chest and his brows furrowed a bit. It was evident that the mage wasn't happy about the conversation or the situation which you placed him in. If it was only about him he would never allow you to go on a mission again, yet he knew it was important to you and was aware fundamentally that you were right. If you wanted to be better you had to train more and actually face real monsters. For a moment of silence during which saturo only laid gentle caress on your face. The Exorcist tried to think about the solution that would suit the both of you and then an idea popped up into his brain and made a smirk spear on his lips.
Fine princess...I will allow you to go on mission, that only if I come with you as your partner. That's the only option that you have and I won't change my mind.
Saturo said with a voice that sounded gentle but serious about the matter none the less. His hand that was on your face gently moved on the back of your neck and then into your long hair to play with them sweetly waiting for your answer.
At first you stayed stunned at his proposition since you literally never expected him to ask that of you. Yet, as you thinked about it, you realized that this idea of his wasn't as displeasing as you would have thought. After all you weren't against spending more time with him even if it was during a mission. It would be like a couple date in some sort, well at least that was the way you saw it. A smile spread on your face and your cheek blushed a bit because of the touch and attention he was giving your body. You swear that you could never have enough of his touch but anyway, with your eyes still in his and a surprisingly happy face you answered his condition with the sweetest voice.
You could have asked me if you simply wanted to have more time with me Saturo. I would love to go in mission with you baby.
To be honest you were so enthusiastic about the idea that you couldn't keep yourself from showing your happiness. It was just really funny to see the surprise in Satoru's face when he realized that you actually accepted his offer. It was like if he had never anticipated having it so easy and now he just didn't know what to say or what to do. His hands that were playing in your hair had stopped moving and his lips had parted, he looked like a fish out of water and it made you giggle and take his face between your hands.
Oh come on don't act so surprised did you really think that I wouldn't accept spending more time with you Satoru? You asked him as you places gentle kissed to his face.
It was really rare to see Satoru distabilized but right now his face looked like a cherry and you had to admit it was the cutest thing you had ever seen. He looked so adorable, just like a little child and you smirked at his reaction seeing that he was visibly trying to say something. Unfortunately for you however, your boyfriend managed to get his emotion back in touch and then answered you, with this cocky, confident side of him that you tought was hot.
Well yes, I have to say that I'm surprised. I know you sweetheart and you are not usually that cooperative when I ask something of you. You are such a bad little girl.
Satoru told you sheepishly with this little brat attitude of his before taking you by surprise and lifting you up into his arms like a baby.
A little yelp left your lips as he did so since you admittedly never expected him to do that but you rapidly circled your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes as you came leveled up with his face. Satoru was normally so tall and you had difficulty getting even a bit close to his face, yet in that position it wasn't a problem anymore. Your lips were so close and your breathing started to get faster as you tought about shushing him up with your lips on his.
What a little brat he could be really, but well he was your little brat.
Just before actually kissing him you hit his shoulder in a mocking anger before letting out a loud "Pfff" and rolling your eyes.
Oh just shut up Satoru~
Then with a smirk that you had difficulty to hide, you kissed him hard, biting his lower lips in the passage. A sweet moan left you as you taste him and your hand gripped his long white hair unconsciously. It felt so soft and you loved playing with them, especially in moments like these.
With a smirk on your lips as you parted from his, you gently peck his cheek and wispered something into his ears playfully.
Well, now that this matter is settled why don't you teach me something teacher.
Satoru sent you a smirk back and you felt like the rest of the day would be much more interesting. Who could have tought things would end up that way hum.
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ilythecolorpink · 6 months
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Halloween with Gojo (Satoru Gojo x fem reader)
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You and your husband Satoru Gojo are celebrating Halloween while you wait for the 1st year students to go trick or treating, Gojo decides to give you a treat of his own.
It was Halloween night, with waves of children's laughter passing by as they all arrived at you and your husband's front door. Given that your husband is Satoru Gojo and that he is the most popular neighbor, it seems as though he is like a celebrity. You were relaxing on his comfortable blue couch as you waited for him to put on his costume. You were honestly very excited for tonight as not only were you celebrating with Gojo but his 1st year students as well for the first time.
You peek up as Gojo exclaims out from the other side of the bedroom door, "Baby are you ready to see my amazing costume that will make all my students jealous?" You chuckle and sit up from your position, saying, "Will see about that, show me how you look darling." Then he asks, "So what do you think?" while stepping outside, he donned a brown prisoner suit and had one wrist handcuffed. You laugh because you were prepared for something quite different, but you were also interested in the decision he made. "Honey, you look great, but why did you choose that?" you say to him. Your husband approaches you, now sitting down, and says flirtatiously, "I'm being punished for stealing your heart of course."
You gently slide closer to him while grinning and blushing slightly in response to his remark. You gradually brush your fingertips along his chest while whispering seductively, "You are so cute darling, is this your way of saying you like to be tied up?" with a cocky smirk, Gojo asks, "And what if I do, sweetheart, what are you going to do about it?" He just smirks as I say, "This." I effortlessly straddle him by the waist, placing a delicate hand on his chest to secure him to the couch's surface. I give him a rough kiss as he moans softly into it whilst gripping my hair. He grabs my waist and turns me around, pinning me down.
Before I can do anything else, he adds, "Not so fast baby, you can't have all the fun." He grips your wrist as you ask him, "What are you doing?" while gazing passionately at him. He chuckles as you hear the click of the handcuffs on your wrist, he says, “Why arresting you of course” You mutter, "I thought it was supposed to be the other way around?" whilst you take a deep breath. Gojo approaches your neck at that point, causing you to moan in reaction as he whispers, "Just be good for me love, and play along yeah?" You moan in pleasure as he gives you a gentle kiss on your neck.
However, before anything more could happen, you heard a faint knocking noise and the voices of three people at the door. Itadori yells "Trick or treat" as he knocks on the door. Then Nobara gives his head a gentle whack and says, "Idiot, you're supposed to say it when they open the door." Megumi simply sighs and states, "You guys know I have the key right?" to the two of them. "So you just let me embarrass myself and you didn't think to mention it before?" Itadori asks Megumi. Nobara simply chuckles, and Megumi just shrugs as he enters.
Gojo says, "Sorry darling but we have to cut this short," from hearing his students. You push Gojo off you as you flush in embarrassment. Itadori hugs Gojo while Megumi only lifts his head to greet you both. "Ouu Sensei, I didn't know you were dating someone," teases Nobara, placing a hand on her hip.  Gojo chuckles as he says, "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to meet my very beautiful wife Y/N." Then, Gojo releases Itadori and Nobara, shocking them both saying "YOU HAVE A WIFE?" When Nobara asks, "Why didn't you tell us?" Gojo laughs. Itadori asks, "Wait you knew?" after Megumi said nonchalantly, "It was so obvious." Gojo head pats Itadori as he remarks, "Of course he did, he is my son after all." "You're not my dad, old man", Megumi remarks. Gojo states in a dramatic manner, "Kids these days are so cruel to their parents.”
A/N: I know it's so early but I wanted to write it anyway since October is coming up soon so I hope you guys enjoy it. I love you guys so much, y'all make my day fr fr.
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sumsebien · 2 years
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should we just keep driving? ; gojo satoru
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masterlist (my new blog)
summary: you run into problems on your road trip and gojo has plans to make you forget all of them
pairing: gojo x fem!reader
warnings: language, nsfw content (fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex)
word count: 2.9k
a/n: unhinged behavior is me writing this while listening to a nanami playlist. who do i love more? i shall never know
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Gojo doesn’t drive.
You’ve long accepted the fact that the day Gojo Satoru takes the wheels the ground beneath will crumble like stale cookies. Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not bothered having to be driving him around all the time. 
Usually, Ijichi has the pleasure of escorting and chasing after Gojo around town. But on off-duty days, such as this one, it’s your job. 
It’s not that you didn’t want to go to Disneyland. If anything, you wanted it just as much as the silly blonde you call your boyfriend. Maybe that’s precisely why you shook off the thick, gray clouds clumping together in the sky. 
It’s only a thirty minute drive in ideal conditions. You’ll beat the rain.
But then again, when has driving with Gojo ever been ideal?
When you’re supposed to be out the door, he’s in the kitchen, giving onigiris some Mickey ears. When you’re supposed to be half way through with your trip, he’s somewhere in the closet, conducting something that can be considered an excavation to find the exact pair of sunglasses he wanted. Three space mountain rides later, Gojo’s yellow-tinted sunglasses are finally resting on the bridge of his nose. 
You’re so behind on schedule that you just shove him into the passenger seat and hurry yourself in, completely missing the odd whirring underneath the hood. The sound is lost in the humming of tires on the road, hurried footsteps crossing the sidewalks and muffled music bleeding through department store windows. But it cannot be more recognizable in the tranquil outskirts of the city. 
You want to believe you’re hallucinating, that maybe it’s the sky or the car next to you. So you turn to the man next to you. 
“Hey, do you hear that?”
Gojo perks up, pushing his lollipop aside to answer you. “Hear what?” 
Huh, maybe you were hallucinating after all. 
“Nevermind.” Wait. Did you see that right? You take another glance. Your eyes don’t lie. The lollipop you’ve been saving for occasions like this is now in his mouth. “Hey! Is that mine?” 
Before Gojo can answer, the engine sputters. The little symbol that you dread lights up — Check engine. With what's left of its energy, you manage to steer the car into the emergency lane. You pull the handbrake and get out of the car, leaving Gojo behind. 
His curious gaze follows you as you’re standing in front of the car with your hands anchored on your hips. A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you shake your head. 
In the car, Gojo waves his lollipop, gesturing for you to come over. You return to the driver’s side. He leans over your seat, easily reaching the button with his long arm. 
“What’s wrong?” he asks once your face comes clearly into view. 
“The car gave up. I’ll just pop the hood and check it out.” 
Gojo opens the door for you. You hold it and bend down to find the rectangular lever that will release the hood. Just as your fingers close around it, you feel wetness on your back. You shiver as it slides down your spine. Water. Your brain doesn’t fully register what it is until the sky rumbles and shakes the earth. Sheets of rain sweep across the ground, covering a good amount of you before you could scramble back into your seat. 
The leftover air from the AC turns your clothes into ice against your skin. You’re not going to get your long-awaited vacation and you’re also going to get sick. 
“Fuck,” you whisper, closing your eyes and taking a shaky breath. 
“Fuck, indeed.”
Your eyes open, regaining their focus slowly. Dangling in front of your face is the tan button-up that Gojo was wearing. He’s now only in a white t-shirt, a big smile on his face. Of course he would jump at the chance of taking his clothes off. 
“Wear this. You can dry your clothes in the back seat.” 
You don’t give it another thought, taking his shirt and twirling a finger in the air. “Turn around.” 
“But babe…”
You shake your head. “I’m still annoyed at you. Turn around.” 
He mumbles something underneath his breath but he obeys, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 
The moment your fingers hook onto the seam of your shirt, everything turns dark. Outside the windows, you see ink bleeding down thin air into a thick dome surrounding the car. You grin. He’s put on a Veil just so you can change out of your clothes.
“If I don’t get to look, no one else does,” he says. You can practically hear the pout on his lips. 
You peel your shirt and shorts off quickly and replace them with his shirt. It’s already oversized on him so on you, it’s a dress. 
“Are you done-” You lean over and give him a peck on the cheek before he’s able to finish his question. 
“Thanks.” Your lips brush the shell of his ear. “That was very considerate of you.”
Gojo is very cool and calm but after that, he can’t help but blush. He masks it with a quick laugh as the veil melts away outside. “No big deal, really,” he says. But you would recognize that subtle rosy shade on the apples of his cheeks anywhere.
Quite adorable, if you have to admit. 
You return to your seat, picking up your phone to look for your mechanic’s number. “Do you think you could power this car with cursed energy?” you muse. “We’d get there in like 5 minutes.”
“Ah, I wish. You would have to take me everywhere you go.” 
“Ha! I’d rather take the bus.”
He’s pouting again but this time, he’s looking straight at you. You seem to have no problem being cruel to him today. Making him turn away, telling him you’d rather take the bus with a bunch of strangers rather than spend time with him. Everything came so naturally. 
And just why might that be? 
If Gojo were to really analyze the situation, he supposes he’s been a little too easy with you lately. 
Well, then, it’s high time for some revenge. 
“Aha! Bingo!” You hit dial, putting the phone up to your ear. “Don’t worry. We’ll be rescued in no time.” 
He’s back to focusing on his strawberry lollipop. “I never said I was worried.” When you’re looking, he takes a particularly long and slow lick. He closes his lips around the candy and then, he pulls it out with a wet pop. 
Gojo knows his plan has succeeded when your eyes refuse to look away. Not even for a second. You’re chewing on your lips, too. There really is no other way. 
With a mischievous grin splattered across his face, he bends over your body. You’re clueless as to what he’s trying to do until you feel your seat sliding all the way back. One hand holds onto your seat and acts as an anchor for Gojo to swing himself over. 
He’s kneeling on the floor, looking up into your eyes with his impossibly blue ones. You look at the lollipop’s hanging between two of his fingers. And back into his eyes. “What are you about to do?”
“I’m going to kiss you, of course,” he admits blatantly, tucking the lollipop behind your ear. 
Gojo takes your cheeks into his hands and your mouth into his. He tastes refreshingly tangy, like a field of strawberries in early summer. But his lips are much sweeter than the lollipop he was sucking on. Your free hand finds his platinum hair easily, the strands silky and soft as you tug him away. 
Gojo sits back on his heels. “Hm, what’s the matter, princess?” 
You ignore the fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach. ‘Princess’ always does something to you. And this bastard knows it. “We’re in the middle of the road!” 
“When has that ever stopped us before?” 
You give him a flat look. “I was only changing and you were pulling the Veil out. Now you’re telling me—”
“Hello, how may I help you?” 
Your eyes go wide. In the panic, your thumb hovers over the red button with full intentions to hang up. It’s going to take a long time for the tow truck to get here. Not to mention the lightning slicing the sky in half and the merciless rain beating down anything in its path. 
You’ll deal with Gojo and then, this car.
You nod to yourself about your bulletproof plan. But the bullet you didn’t anticipate is sitting right in front of you, smirking like he knows exactly what you’re going to do.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to hang up, baby.” he coos. “Now, where’s the fun in that? Answer it.” 
“Hello? Is anyone there?” 
Gojo raises his brow, daring you not to answer. You sigh. The things you would do for this man. 
You clear your voice and proceed to stare out the window at the side of the mountain. “Oh, hi!” You ignore the gentle circles he has begun to rub on your hips. But you can’t ignore the warm wet kiss pressed against your neck. 
“Go on,” he commands, hands tightening round your thighs.
“My car just broke down in the middle of the road—” You let out a gasp as his hand travels up your body and is now unclasping your bra. When did he unbutton the shirt? 
Clearly, Gojo understands the confusion in your eyes. In response, he winks, throwing your clothes onto the passenger’s seat. 
“Are you okay, ma’am?” 
You bite down on your lip, trying hard to suppress a moan as his large hands find your breast, squeezing and kneading relentlessly. It only gets tougher to be quiet when the ministrations of his lips start. “Yes, I am. Ah –” He rolls your skin into his mouth, sucking on it and then, sinks his teeth in. “Sorry. Uh — How fast can you get here with your truck?”
“It’s really difficult to get anyone out in this weather, I’m afraid. Would you be able to wait?” 
A finger ghosts over your folds, rubbing gently, but with enough pressure to make your head go dizzy. 
You lean into his touch, desperate for some real friction. That silent request seems to line up perfectly with what he’s about to do anyways. He has no issue lending you his finger. Though, he’s taking his damn sweet time, pushing and pulling at the pace of a snail. 
You rest your temple against the cold glass windows for some relief, having forgotten completely about the mechanic’s question and the mechanic being right on the other line.
Lucky for you, before you could give anything away, the person on the other line speaks up, “Ma’am?” 
“Yeah!” you say loudly, compensating for the previous silence. “I’m willing to wait. That’s fine.”
But you win some and you lose some. 
His eyes look emerald through the yellow glasses. It brings out the ambitious, determined, unrelenting side of him. The side that has no problem saying, “You’d be willing to wait, huh? Wait, then.” 
Everything stops. Snail’s pace or not, at least you had something. Now, you’re left sprawled out, pathetically slick and wanting. You know you walked yourself right into that one. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s humiliating, enraging and unnecessarily evil. 
“Give me a second,” you say to your phone and press mute, no longer bothered to wait for confirmation. “Gojo Satoru! I’m going to fucking murder you!” 
He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “Threats are not going to get you anywhere, baby girl. Begs, on the other hand?” He grins. “That’s my weakness.”
You roll your eyes. If only he wasn’t so damn good with his hands. You close your eyes and when they reopen again, you make sure you give him the best puppy eyes you’ve got. “Please, please, I want you. I just want you alone. I don’t want to be quiet anymore.”
“Ah, well,” he throws his head back in a careless, airy laugh. “Who could say no to that? Finish your call and get in the back.” 
You have never been so impatient to get off of a call before. You mumbled a brief description of your address and then you were jumping at the chance of bidding goodbyes. They were in the middle of instructing you on something but you couldn’t, for the life of you, focus on that right now. The grip you had on your phone was so tight, you were scared it would snap in two when you finally let go. 
In the backseat, Gojo has finished the lollipop. You didn’t even notice when he took it back. He’s in the middle of taking off his shirt when he catches you looking. Backlit by the purple lightning stabbing the sky and dragging its sharp blade across, he looks menacing and ethereal at the same time. 
Now, you’re not exactly an expert on how that could be. You just know you can’t waste any more time.
“You better make this worth it,” you say before joining him in the back.
He wraps his hands around your waist. “Oh, when have I ever left you unsatisfied?” Gojo kisses you, pushing the shirt off your shoulders so that you’re completely undressed. 
His nose brushes your collar bone for a split second as his lips caress your chest. “You smell like me. What a lucky bastard I am.” 
That’s pride you hear. 
You lay back into the seat, head prompted against the door. Gojo returns to your lips, tongue delving into your mouth. You hear his belt unbuckling and then falls to the ground with a click. All the while, his lips never left yours. 
“Satoru,” you moan out when he lowers his tip into you. Just the tip and you feel like you could come undone already. 
He laughs. “Satoru, now. Is it?” With that, he pushes you down a little farther, a little farther until there’s absolutely no space between your bodies. “That was very quick, baby. You must be enjoying yourself.” Gojo grabs onto your ass when there’s no response. “Are you?” 
“Y–Yeah,” you pant, pushing your forehead into the crook of his neck. 
“Want me to go a little faster?” 
You nod immediately, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping around his biceps in anticipation. 
“Your request is my command.” 
Gojo is the type of man to take that to heart. He pushes himself up with the palms of his hand and then drops back down. This time you feel his dick much deeper than before, hitting all the spots, ticking all your boxes. 
After all, he’s got every inch of you memorized. 
“My baby is taking me so well,” he says between groans. “Feel so good around me. How am I to go anywhere without you?” 
You’re clawing at his back, pulling him closer to you by the hair. Motivates him even more to be ruthless with his thrusts. 
“You’re not supposed to, remember?” You muster all the remaining strength you’ve got to not stutter. 
Gojo agrees whole-heartedly. “That’s right, darling. That’s it. You’ve got it.” 
His thumb circles your sensitive nub, pushing you a little closer towards the edge of the precipice. It won’t take much more to have you crumble. 
Same goes for Gojo. You’re clenching so deliciously around him, making every little movement difficult. 
But if there’s one thing you should know about him is that once his mind is made, there’s nothing that can change it. And he’s set on making you cum first. 
“You’ve been a good girl,” he says. “Driving me everywhere, waiting for me so patiently, playing my games.” You whine when he throws your legs over his muscular shoulders. “Let me indulge you.” 
He leans close to your ear, stopping his pace for a blink so he could whisper, “Let it all go for me, won’t you?” 
You heave a long breath before letting all inhibitions evaporate into thin air. Couple more thrusts and your back’s arched, your body pushing against his in a broken cry. 
He smiles when you lie back down, your head limp against the leather seat. Gojo wipes the sweat from your forehead, pressing a soft kiss on your temple. He wraps you in his shirt, buttoning it up. 
Once you’ve gathered your breath, you turn to him. “You didn’t—you didn’t cum?” 
He shakes his head. Still smiling though. 
You push yourself up. The look in your eyes is one he wishes he could commission into a painting. “Then why did you stop?” 
He nods towards the phone you’ve recklessly abandoned in the driver’s seat. Its screen lit up with an unknown number. 
“Truck’s here.” 
A string of curse words leaves your mouth as you scramble to sit up and find the rest of your clothes. You will wear them even if they’re soaked in rain. But they’re gone. 
You specifically recall Gojo throwing them all onto the passenger’s seat earlier. “Where are my—”
“Here you go. I made them all dry for you.” 
You take your clothes from his hand. Just like he said, they’re all dry. That’s impossible, they were just soaked. 
You look back at Gojo who’s fully dressed and getting out of the car. The Veil stops him from getting soaked in the rain. 
This bastard could have dried your clothes in a blink and he chose not to. 
He’s fucking lucky you love him. 
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✮⋆ TWILIGHT ZONE : satoru gojo ✮ ⋆ ˚。
ˋ⁀➷ in which you get a note pertaining your death sent to you by none other than satoru gojo. chaos ensues.
cw: 2.8k words, strangers to (eventual) lovers
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Death was on your doorstep. Literally.
In your hands, a creased brown envelope clung to an equally tattered piece of paper which had embarked on a journey to land outside of your door. The message was clear. Ominous, even. Written with a fading black ballpoint pen that seemed to have exhausted its ink by the end of its extreme warning.
“BY THE EIGHTH OF FEBRUARY. YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT HEED MY WARNING. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU EITHER  A) FIND A NEW JOB OR B) LEAVE THE COUNTRY. PLEASE CONTACT THIS NUMBER ASAP - 0XX XXX XXXX”
Surveying your surroundings for any prying eyes, you found no one but a cold draft of air tumbling by you. With a sigh, you retrieved your worn out phone from your pocket and dialled the number. What could possibly go wrong?
RING.
RING. 
RING. 
“Hello?” you said hesitantly.
“Heyyyy.” A voice, far too chirpy for the gravity of the situation, rang out from your phone. “I’m glad you called, Y/N. I’m Satoru Gojo and I’ll be your makeshift bodyguard for the next 2 weeks.” He paused whilst words failed you. ”Well, I guess I’ll see you soon!”
Over the past couple of days, you had learnt a lot about Satoru Gojo but perhaps the strangest of all was his nonchalance. 
An hour or two after your call, your doorbell rang. Standing before you was a man, about six feet tall, with an allure that masked the ominous message (you assumed) he sent. His boyish smile and circular black sunglasses (despite it being the dead of winter) contradicted the gravity of the situation perfectly matched the aura of the voice you heard. He appeared slightly older than you, maybe eighteen or nineteen, as a youthful aura exuded off of him.
“Can I come in?”
Silently, you allowed him in. Satoru took a few glances around your cramped apartment, his mouth opening as if to mention it but deciding to keep it shut.
“So, could you please explain to me what’s going on?” You asked, anxiety laced in your voice.
Seating himself on your worn couch, he began to unravel the unsettling truth. “A curse is after you, like big-time. If they can successfully remove your soul from your body, it’ll be game over for both you, me and the sorcerer world!” He sighed dramatically, motioning a ‘kaboom’ effect with his hands for added effect.  Frankly, eighty percent of his mysterious revelation had not quite registered and you weren’t sure it ever would. 
Swiftly, the night began to fall as darkness crept into your apartment. Stumbling over some old book piles, you switched on your lamp allowing a warm yellow light to fill the room. Turning your back to Gojo, you lit up another two candles allowing a lavender scent to creep into your senses. Despite its supposed calming properties, the lavender scent only confused you even more wearing your patience thinner. You blew out the candle light.
Despite your silence, Gojo persisted. “Not that I couldn’t handle it - the curses, I mean - but it’d make it significantly harder if you were dead so we’ve got to work together, alright? Alright!” He concluded, clapping his hands with an unbridled sense of finality. Gojo carried himself in a way that made what he said seem somewhat normal, as if his laid back shoulders and casual slouch into your second hand couch was enough to convince you that curses, or monsters even, existed in the first place.
Twitching, your eyes and head began to hurt; the overload of information from this somewhat cute guy made you feel like you were in some sort of absurdist dream. Laughter began to erupt out of you. Satoru’s face twitched in confusion as he furrowed his eyebrows. Sighing, you began trying to find the right words to say.
“Get out.” was what you landed on. Finally, mustering up the courage to face him.
“What?” His chirpy tone had dwindled and instead, was replaced with full panic. His eyes widened. ”Didn’t you read the letter or hear anything I just said?” Exasperation evident within his tone as he got off the couch and approached you.
“Satoru, look.” You did your best to meet his eyes  but eventually turned towards the door. “I can’t help you. Even if I could and if what you’re saying is real then what am I supposed to do against some soul-snatching curse?” 
As if on cue, your lamplight dimmed even more, leaving a low light to fill the room. Fiddling with the papers at your door, which were compiled of all your uni-work and and your part time internship responsibilities, all seemingly useless when your life was doomed to end in a couple of days. A sense of dread washed over you, your headache worsened. Gojo approached you like you were some sort of timid animal about to flee at any moment. His playful aura dissipated leaving a much more serious, grounding one. Pursing your lips together, you stopped fiddling with your work and met his eyes properly for the first time.
Satoru Gojo stood before you, someone who was essentially a stranger but looked at you with such a fire in his eyes that you couldn’t help but believe what he was saying was true. The way the lowlight framed his face and made his features glow with such an intensity was something you couldn’t ignore.
“You don’t have to do anything, honest. Leave it to me. I just need you to accept my help, that’s it.” He said with his hands on his heart. Turning around to face him once more, his blue eyes that contained a particular sense of wonder, locked with yours silently pleading. 
Looking away, you opened your door. “Please. Go.”
As he left, he looked at you once more, disappointment etched into every crevice on his face. 
The lack of his presence left you with an uneasy feeling of dread. Strangely, he had convinced you he was telling the truth even if he was a little unconventional with his methods of persuasion. Though you wanted to believe what he was saying wasn’t true, as you mindlessly went through your night routine, a constant thought plagued your mind. 
Is this it?
Waking up to the frigid stillness of your winter room, you shivered. A draft of wind swept through, tempting you to linger in the warmth of your bed. Reluctantly, you switched on your lamp, allowing light to seep into your room disbanding the darkness entrenched in the crevices of your room. Suddenly, memories of the past 24 hours flooded back into your brain as you did your best to trudge through your extensive morning routine. Doing it as you normally would - brushing your teeth, showering, getting dressed, doing a mandatory morning clean of your apartment.  However, during that last step, you found something that solidified the surreal events of the previous night. 
In a state of delusion, you had hoped that everything had been an elaborate dream, one that had simply been a byproduct of your numerous stress-inducing responsibilities. But you were sorely mistaken. Satoru Gojo’s glasses laid there on your couch, snugly wedged in where he was seated last night, evident from the deflated dent in your couch. Gently, you picked them up, surveying the accessory. They were in relatively good condition, seemingly worn a lot due to the slight oxidation around the frames; the lenses without a prescription either as you held them closer to your eyes. Because of your background, you weren’t too versed in designer brands, however seeing a ‘Cartier’ logo etched into the sides of these glasses was enough to send a second set of shivers down your spine. While you hadn’t formulated many theories surrounding Gojo’s mysterious persona, involvement with the mafia was one of your top three contenders, and these glasses (without any sort of case or protection) had bumped that theory up to number one. 
Despite the fatigue creeping into your body, you decided to attend your classes with Gojo’s glasses tucked into the safety of your backpack’s front pocket. Even if the impending doom of your life ending loomed around a month away, doesn’t mean your classes (and internship) weren’t still there waiting for you. 
As usual, your professors droned on endlessly. prompting you to wonder why you chose this course in the first place. Swiftly, you packed your things to leave, but as you made your exit, you saw something. Fleeting, a shadow outside the glass of your school’s hallway caught your eye, accompanied by a draft of wind that tried to shuffle past you. Blinking, you tried to discern if anything was there only to be met with a headache that intensified with each attempt. Clutching your backpack close, you ignored the discomfort. Making it towards your study room - a safe haven - for you to be able to catch up with the work you’d missed.
Upon entering, a familiar white haired man slouched over the desk, seemingly lost in the most peaceful of slumbers. Before you could say anything, he sprang to life, stretching with exaggerated movements and delivered with a comically large yawn. Unsure of what to do, you waited for him to speak. 
“Hey.” He said with an annoying sense of normalcy, a playful aura radiating from his face, now adorned with a new pair of Cartier glasses. He peered up at you, prompting your response. 
“Are you, like the mafia or something?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him. “Because that would explain why you’re here now.” 
He chuckled, his laughter surprisingly pleasant. Though, it was unsurprising that someone like him was also blessed with a nice laugh too. You scoff. “What’s so funny about that?” you retorted, growing annoyed at his mirth whilst your life (supposedly) hung in the balance. 
“Nothing,” he calmed down, wiping an imaginary tear away. You rolled your eyes as he quietened down a bit, positioning his glasses through his hair so he could look at you clearly. Your face began to grow hot with his eyes staring right at you. He continues. “Just my friend Shoko, has this running bit about me being a mafia boss. You remind me of her a bit.” Silently, you prayed for anyone who could tolerate someone as erratic as Gojo. 
“I’m not part of the mafia, however curses and all of that jazz are the real deal and I do really need your help.” Satoru said with the same fervent sincerity as the night before. You looked away, unpacking your bag with the contents of this term’s work cluttering the table. A variety of thoughts ran through your head. Convinced that this mysterious man had been telling the truth, you felt another chilling sensation, unsure if it stemmed from the monsters he spoke of or the stress of your impending demise. 
Quietly, you retrieved Gojo’s glasses from your front pocket and slid them across to him. “You should really put these in a case or something.” His raised eyebrow met with your growing anxiety. The prospect of leaving everything behind to deal with something new was albeit - terrifying, but if you did nothing, you wouldn’t be able to feel anything at all. 
“But, won’t we-”
Not a second later, the wall caved in. Debris and smoke filling the room, rapidly. Gojo grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the now-destroyed room, leaving all your assignments crushed underneath the weight of falling concrete. A single glance back revealed other students fleeing the scene. With screams echoing down the hall, a familiar draft of wind swirled down the corridor after you. 
“WHAT’S GOING ON?” you yelled, your legs burning as you were being dragged at an (inhumanely) high speed. Gojo doing his best to manoeuvre his way through the bustling students, who were bewildered at your rapid pace.
“They’re here.” Out of breath, all retorts had escaped your mind, fight or flight in full swing. With every corridor you left behind, a new chorus of cries echo in your wake. “I could sense him--the curse–but I couldn’t see him. He’s good!" He rattled on but you were certain it was mostly for himself.  Exhilaration clearly pulsing through his veins whilst anxiety was beginning to freeze yours.
“WHAT?” Nothing made sense. It felt insane, as if this was the dreaded sequel of your absurdist nightmare. 
“THE WIND.” He shouted in reply as if that answered anything. A new set of screams followed as you tumbled down the stairs. He continued. “STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS AND ACCEPT MY HELP.”
“WELL, I WAS ABOUT TO BEFORE WE ALMOST DIED!”
“REALLY?” For the first time in a while, he took a good look at you, a smile evident on his face even despite death feeling very near to the both of you. An ultimately foolish decision, as Satoru almost ran straight into a wall.
“LOOK WHERE YOU’RE GOING, SATORU.” You called out, doing your utmost to keep up with him.
“YES, MAAM!” He turned around, turning up the speed with a newfound sense of motivation. If you stopped running for just a moment, you were sure your legs would fall off.
Nearing a corner, something materialised in front of you. Gojo looked at the mist forming then looked you dead in the eyes. “Accept my help. Please.” 
“Okay, alright! I need your help.”
Everything went black.
Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing could be seen but you were feeling everything, everywhere, all at once. Death was your first thought but with Gojo holding onto you, you knew you were still alive.
Then, onslaughts of colour flooded back into your vision. A different form of headache made you feel like you were about to puke out the whole galaxy. However, Gojo did. Even God couldn’t make puking seem graceful. There was enough anxiety to fill up every cell in your body and realising, you were both back in your apartment, you began to panic even more.  Deciding to focus on one thing at a time, you stumbled over towards the kitchen and got a glass of water for the both of you. Placing his down, you sat next to him.
Eagerly, you waited for him to say anything, anything at all to make sense of the past 15 minutes. He looked pale, sickly; whatever he had just done had evidently taken a lot more  out of him than he’d expected. 
Gojo began to monologue, slowly, about his findings and how he got to you in the first place.
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a/n - dun dun dunnnn. i'm not sure why i was so nervous to post this but i had a ton of fun writing this. please reblog/like if you enjoyed it. part 2 will be out soon :)
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sinfulpanda16 · 2 months
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JJK Men x Foreign Reader
Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto x gn reader
For the most part, you and your bf live everyday life through his culture. So how would he react if he sees a glimpse of yours?
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You two were doing origami together, you were making a cute swan and he was making you a flower. It was such a cute moment the two of you laughing and him occasionally giving you a few quick pecks on your face and then you get a phone call.
You look at the number "Oh it's my mom." you say smiling at your phone.
Gojo smiles "Oh it's my future mother-in-law! Go ahead and answer I'll be patient." he says giving you a smirk.
You blush and answer the call. Gojo listens to you as you say hello in your native language. You two only speak to each other in Japanese so hearing you speak your first language is so rare.
He rests his chin in his palm still listening as you continue to speak. You sound so beautiful. You look beautiful. The way you talk with your mother in her first tongue makes him melt, your voice has a different ring to it due to the different pitches. And that Accent! OMG he's fanboying now.
After the phone call ends you turn to see him looking at you in awe. "What?" you ask giggling.
He smiles "You should speak in (n/l) more often. I think you sound hot as hell." he says enjoying your reaction to that.
Your face grows red. Really? No one has ever told you that and hearing that from him made you appreciate him more because it shows that he loves you for you.
You smile at him and he kisses your cheek again and gives you a paper rose. Then in your language he said "I love you".
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You were laying on the couch just staring into space. It's officially been five years since you've moved to Japan. When you were younger you're dream has always been to move to Japan and you did it. You moved to Japan, grew to live comfortably, made some friends and even met your boyfriend.
However just like everyone else who moves away, you get homesick. You think back to when you were a kid and lived with your family back at home. It seemed so long ago and then you think about the yummy food you and your family would make. You smiled softly to yourself thinking about the nostalgia.
You get up from the couch and go to the kitchen. You checked to see if you had all the ingredients you needed for your favorite dish your grandmother made for as a kid. You do, so you hurried to get started on making (f/d).
As you cooked you realized something was missing. You think about how when your grandmother used to cook she would tell you to turn on her music. You laugh softly "Aww grandma. Even now you still manage to make me play your music." you say to yourself and start playing some, with memories flowing back.
Soon after a tiring day Nanami comes back home, he sighs and takes off his coat. He hears some music coming from the kitchen but then he freezes when he realizes he can't understand it. Then he smells something good, he doesn't know what it is but he'd like to see what it is.
He heads to the kitchen and finds you there. Thats what the smell is, its you're cooking. "Y/n." you turn around to see him. He looked a bit confused, and you smiled. "Hey lover, I'm making (f/d). It's a dish my family back at home eat. Do you want to help?"
Nanami stands there for a moment, he's never tried some of the traditional food from your country or ever heard of the music, buts it's all you. All of it is your blood and honestly, he's loving this side of you. He smiles softly at, "Sure love." he says and pulls his sleeves up so he can help you.
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He's walking to meet up with you. He's not paying attention to much but then he sees you from his peripheral vision. He stops and turn to look at you and you look, wow.
You stand out from the rest, you really do. He's proof lol every time someone see's you they can't help but to admire you. Geto stood there looking at you smirking.
You're (h/t) (h/c) hair is beautiful and your (s/c) skin looks so soft and delicate. You were talking to two other women who were actually asking about you and where you're from. They seemed genuinely interested and curious about your culture. The way you spoke Japanese in the cutest accent made Geto let out a chuckle. It was just too cute.
It's funny because it's obvious that you're not from around here and yet you have such a way of making the people here adore you. They complement your eyes, your voice, or your hair. If he had to pick his favorite would be your eyes. Such a beautiful color and shape. Damn, you're gorgeous he thinks to himself.
You turn to see Geto is already here. With an excited smile you say your goodbyes to the two women and head to him. "Hi my love!" you yell as you run towards him.
He smiles "Hey gorgeous" he says with wide arms for you. Yes, that's right this beautiful foreigner is his partner. You jump into his arms, and he picks you up. And this is exactly how he thinks about you every day.
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The first time Toji saw you he was infatuated with you. Even he had to admit you look so beautiful and from there he didn't care. He was gonna make you his.
And he did lol.
He was sitting on the couch on his phone. Endless scrolling of nothing interesting and he started to get bored. He was about to get up but then you enter the living room wearing something he was unfamiliar with.
With a blush on your face you ask, "What do you think love?". He honestly had no idea what you were wearing but it looked cute on you.
"What is it my love?" he asks leaning forward on the couch. You tell him the name and explain to him that it's what the people in your culture wear when there's a certain occasion.
Toji smirks "Do a turn for me beautiful." he orders. Shyly, you obey and do a spin for him. You can't help but giggle when you look at his face. You can tell he approves.
He chuckles "I think it looks beautiful on you" he states. He gets up "But you know..." he makes his way over to you. You start getting uptight, you love his dominance, but you have to admit it's kind of intimidating. Soon he's towering over you. He leans down to your ear "I think it'd look better on the ground by our bed." You shiver and let him pick you up and carry you to the bedroom.
So yeah, he loves you so much and loves learning about your home and its culture.
And bruh, how did they all already know what the word for Daddy was in your language?!
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mochimooon · 5 months
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Break Me Off - gojo satoru x reader 18+
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pairing: Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader summary: While staying over Suguru's, you're fine sleeping on the couch for the night. But Satoru swears that the couch is too uncomfortable, resolving (insisting) to the only solution: sharing an air mattress with him. word count: 4k+ notes: First time writing the one bed trope and writing Gojo 😳 warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), teasing, edging, face sitting, doggy-style, missionary, some fluff, no real plot, abuse of air mattress MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!
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The air mattress swallows the large rug beneath it, rising a few centimeters shy of the sectional couch. 
Padding across the floor, you pause to survey the size of the mattress. 
“I didn’t know those could get that big.” You scratch at the back of your neck. You were fine settling on the couch or piling pillows on the rug for the night, until Suguru suggested to Satoru that he should set up an air mattress. 
Satoru seals the hole at the corner, giving it a trial push with the tip of his finger. “All inflated.” He sounds pleased with himself. 
You watch him rise to his feet, skirting around it to grab the duvet Suguru had left on the table, while you avoid it like a puddle of water. 
The duvet falls onto the mattress with a silent thud, followed by a few pillows that Satoru snatches from the couch. He gets to work arranging them on one side of the mattress, crawling onto it with his knees. Satisfied, he sprawls onto his back about to slip under the blanket when he notices you standing nearby. 
He raises a brow, eyes shifting between you and the empty space on the mattress. “Do you want that side or…?”
A frown forms on your face. “I was going to take the couch.” 
Satoru blinks, shooting a look at the sectional. “The mattress is big enough for the both of us. That’s why I inflated it.” He gestures to the extra space. “Plenty of room to stretch out.”
Sure, he’s not wrong. The mattress is easily a king size, fitting within the space in front of the couch. You didn’t understand why Suguru had one so big, but you thought it was for Satoru not for the both of you. 
Taking a step on the mattress, you wince as the weight of your foot wobbles against the unsteady surface. For better measure, you drop to your knees to crawl towards the couch.
“I’m good, I’ll stick with the couch.” You throw over your shoulder.
Satoru snorts his disbelief, and you pause to turn, affronted. He must think you’re joking. 
“That couch will kill your back,” he says. “Been there, done that, and you’d regret it.” He taps the space next to him. “Take that side of the mattress. A bed is more comfortable than the couch.”
Again, he’s right. However, you hesitate to believe that a blow-up bed is the same as one with coils or foam. But that’s not the cause of your hesitation. 
Satoru’s back to arranging the blanket, patting his pillow for more volume, giving you a chance to glimpse at his bare arms and strong hands. Each sharp smack of the pillow makes you weak; you restrain the urge to flinch each time. 
You bite your lip. This is going to be a long night for you. 
Without arguing further, you reach for the extra pillow on the couch. Not wanting to jostle the mattress, you stretch your arm, fingers ghosting the sides of the pillow, unaware that your shirt has ridden up your stomach. 
Meanwhile, as Satoru angles his body to lay down, his blue eyes get distracted with the length of your sweat shorts. Already short to begin with, a dusting of pink spreads across his cheeks, zeroing in on the curve of your ass that is scantily covered.
It takes him a moment before he realizes your struggle to get the pillow. 
You catch yourself on the mattress when the pillow is snatched from reach. You blink, face to face with Satoru, extending a hand for the pillow. “Um…thanks.”
Satoru pulls it away, holding it in his grasp like bait as his eyes darken, setting your ears aflame. 
The pillow plops back onto the couch while the mattress dips at the center as Satoru lunges at you. 
You’re pinned to the surface, pulse going mad, watching Satoru loom over your body. He eclipses the light overhead, casting the back of his head in a faint halo, a stark contrast to his devilish smirk
The stare-down ticks away at an agonizing pace, you don’t realize you’re holding your breath until Satoru leans closer, blue gaze dripping down to your lips.
There’s no telling who breaks the tension first, together bridging the gap, lips connect in a fiery kiss. 
You prop yourself up on your elbows for leverage, desperate to deepen the kiss. Though there’s no need. Satoru takes the back of your head to keep you in place while his other arm wobbles along the mattress to anchor your combined weights. 
The contact is nowhere near enough. You gasp, allowing Satoru’s tongue to slide along yours, robbing each other’s breaths, making your head spin, and yearning for more. 
Your arm wraps around the back of his neck to reel him closer as though it’s possible. The sudden excursion sends him off balance. His eyes flutter open as he falls to his side.
There’s little respite. Your lips chase after him anyways, cupping his jawline while the other arm rakes along shoulder blades. 
A groan erupts from Satoru’s throat, a small release of pleasure as every drop of his blood travels south, encouraging his hips forward. 
You whimper at the bulge prodding into your center, though you don’t shy away from it, pulling him closer with immense strength that leaves Satoru both stunned and needy. 
Light footsteps putter down the stairs. 
You and Satoru separate as though caught on fire. You climb to the couch, yanking the blanket from Satoru’s feet to cover you up. 
Satoru whirls his sights in your direction with a desperate look. But he rolls to the edge of the mattress upon hearing Suguru’s voice. 
“Found two more blankets.” Suguru plops them on the arm of the sectional. Brown eyes shift between you laying on the couch nonchalantly and Satoru frazzled, red-faced, and hair tousled. “The mattress is more comfortable,” he tells you. 
You shrug, stacking a pillow against the armrest. 
Suguru sighs, shaking his head. “You’ll hurt your back that way.” He narrows his eyes at Satoru. “Were you asleep?”
Satoru swallows, pressing a pillow on his lap to shield his boner. “Uh—what?”
“You look like you were already rolling around in bed.” Suguru points at Satoru’s hair. He turns to you again, raising a brow. “On second thought, stay on the couch. From what Nanami’s told me, Satoru’s a fussy sleeper.”
Satoru huffs, smoothing out his hair. “It’s because he keeps the heat on all night.”
Suguru nods, lips pressed into a tight line, unconvinced. “Right,” he drawls, addressing you. “Pick your poison. A bad back there, or a black eye in the morning. There’s also room in my bed—”
Satoru’s quick to interject. “She’ll stick to the couch.” He clears his throat, an attempt to disguise his frustration in all arenas. “I already offered her a spot. She wants the couch.” He feigns an exaggerated shrug. “Her loss.”
Suguru tilts his head at you. “If…you’re sure?”
You yawn, nodding. “Yep. I prefer to sleep on something hard anyways. The firmer the better.” From the corners of your vision, Satoru’s jaw clenches, and you bite back a grin. 
Suguru raises his arms in surrender. “Alright. If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to come up.” He breathes a laugh at your eye roll. “Extra blankets here. It gets chilly at night. I’m off to bed. Night.”
He gets the lights as he heads upstairs with an echoing click of his door. 
You blow out a long-winded sigh, tucking under the blanket unable to stop another yawn from spilling out. “Night, Gojo.”
He snaps to attention with feral haste. A yelp locks in your throat at the hand on your ankle, dragging you off the couch and back on the air mattress.
“Satoru—” you say with a shaky breath. Your shirt has ridden up so high, stopping just below your breasts. 
Cool air kisses the exposed skin, goosebumps blooming with a shiver to be under Satoru. Even in the darkness, his wolfish smirk is a beacon that cannot be ignored. 
He tuts, hand grazing your side. “We’re not finished. We’ve barely started.”
Your lip catches between your teeth. “Well, Suguru said it gets chilly. We better start warming up.”
Satoru’s smirk widens, contradicting your statement with the toss of his shirt. 
The rustle of fabric lands somewhere in the dark. Not that you care, because the second you get a glimpse of Satoru shirtless, you’re in silent awe. 
And of course, Satoru notices, a grin spreading across his face. “Like what you see, huh?”
You feign confusion, channeling your voice into a tease. “See what? It’s dark in here.”
It’s a lie, because even with the lights off, enough moonlight pours in through the windows that you’re able to admire every detail of Satoru’s body. His toned arms and chest, long torso, and ripples of muscle that plunge into a deep V past the waistband of his sweatpants. 
Satoru clicks this tongue, calling your bluff. “Liar.”
You say nothing, only holding his stare, tension passing between your eyes and his.   
In a blink, he falls forward the same time your arms enfold his neck. Like the strike of a match—heat crackles between starved kisses.  
He nips at your bottom lip a few times that your mouth falls open to accept his tongue again, exchanging moans, tickling the sensation building in your stomach. 
“Well, if you can’t see me,” Satoru breathes. “Lucky for you, I can make this a more sensory experience.” He seizes your lips again, deeper and longer this time. 
You moan into his mouth, feeling the curve of his lips against yours. Satoru’s ego may be bloated and ruffle some feathers, but to you it’s something you’ve never been able to resist. A man who’s self-assured, far past the point of arrogance—it’s your biggest weakness. You enjoy yourself a cocky S.O.B. 
Unable to get enough, your fingers comb into Satoru’s hair, nails digging into the scalp, swallowing his pleased hum. 
However, as much as you want to get busy, a concern worms its way to the front of your mind. You push Satoru’s chest gently. With some urging, you’re able to break free.
“Wait—” You turn away, dodging his lips again, pushing against his chest. “Satoru, wait.”
“Huh?” He doesn’t pull away, content with spoiling your jaw with kisses. “What’s the matter, baby?” A kiss to your jawline. “You don’t like this?” Another kiss marks your cheek. “Too gentle?” Fingers wrap around your jaw, this time to kiss your lips. “I can be rough too. Just say the word and—”
“Satoru, time out,” you say in a hushed tone.
Finally (begrudgingly), he relents, peeling away, aghast that you’d have the audacity to stop him.
“Let’s move to the couch,” you whisper. 
“The couch?” Satoru clicks his tongue. “What is it with you and that couch?”
“It’s stable, that’s what,” you say. 
“C’mon, you’re more fun than that. We can’t roll around on a couch. I inflated this thing for us.”
“To sleep on…” 
“Isn’t that what we’re about to do?” he purrs, back to peppering your face with kisses that trail to your neck, leaving shadows of heat to blaze beneath your skin. You release a breathy moan.
“Does my girl like that?” he whispers. “Hm? Does my girl like it when I kiss her here?” He sucks at your pulse, and you supply your answer by driving your nails deeper into his hair, keeping him close. 
He chuckles, moving to your throat, kissing it tenderly. “You still want to sleep on the couch?”
Words tangle together on your tongue, too jumbled to verbalize an answer. 
At your silence, Satoru’s teeth graze the side of your neck, voice dropping to a low rumble. “Yes?” He bites down with enough force that promises to leave a mark, and another whimper leaks from your mouth. “Or no?”
Only a few inches away, the couch is the furthest thing from your mind. You swallow, shaking your head.
That’s not an adequate answer for Satoru. He smirks into your neck, content to tease you more. “No…? No what, baby?”
Satoru’s hand runs up the side of your body, sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast. 
“Satoru…” you stammer out.  
“Yes…?” he hums, intent on teasing you, lightly pinching your nipple. 
The sensation ripples through you, an electric shock radiating down to your pussy. Not a moment of reprieve is spared as Satoru thumbs your pert nipple with gentle attention, contrasting the sting of teeth on your neck.
It’s all so tantalizing to experience, the gentle ministrations of his hand and the greedy bite of Satoru’s mouth. Your head swims, slowly submerging into a pool of desire, awaiting for the tide to sweep you away.  
Just then, Satoru’s weight is lifted, giving you no room to protest. He tugs the end of your shirt, slipping it off in a whirl of fabric. You fall back on the mattress, bouncing lightly as it moves like the sway of water. 
While you don’t snark at him, you do click your tongue at his brusque nature, which is met with Satoru’s wide grin. 
“I can’t be the only one topless,” he says, dropping unceremoniously to kiss your breast. The force dips the mattress a little before it rises again. “It wouldn’t be fair.”
You snort but welcome the return of his attention, grateful for it as his mouth slots over your nipple, sucking deeply. 
He takes your other breast in his hand, kneading the flesh with more pressure, you toss your head back. Your chest balloons, bending your back in a low arch, small bursts of breath pushing past your lips. 
“You see?” Satoru purrs, sucking harshly. He moans into your breast and lets go. “It wouldn’t be fair to you if you still had your shirt on.” His tongue drags along your nipple. “How can I spoil my girl if she’s not fully naked beneath me?”
You bristle at the pet-name; every time you hear it, pride sprouts in your chest. 
Needy and riled up, you raise a leg to swathe it across Satoru’s lower back. 
He obliges you with a press of his boner against your crotch. Arousal rushes from the friction as Satoru’s hips grind against yours, the mattress sliding back and forth with the momentum. 
Your hips buck up, sighing his name. “Satoru.” 
He hisses, dick twitching. “You’re going to fucking kill me.” Always with the theatrics.
You breathe a laugh. “I might, if you keep me waiting.”
You realize a second later that that was a mistake to say. A wry look unfolds along Satoru’s features, his blue eyes shining with a fiendish glimmer. 
He better not. No—not when you’re already so desperate to be touched. 
But Satoru enjoys a challenge, a game any time it presents itself. A man with his ego never turns down the opportunity to please and tease. 
“Satoru…” Your voice raises a little in warning. “I’ll climb back on that couch—”
“Shhh…” he purrs against your lips. “Suguru’s asleep, remember? Can’t wake him up. You’re a guest in his house, don’t be rude.” He tuts. 
You make a noise of discontent that’s quickly buried under a moan of renewed pleasure. You note that he doesn’t try to silence that. Satoru’s tongue explores your mouth again, slower this time, excruciatingly so. Asshole. 
He presses his bulge against you once more, relishing in your helpless whimper. His pride must be swelling right now. For a man that can be hasty at times, you’re surprised with his patience. 
It’s maddening to think of how he maintains his serenity when he’s rock hard in his sweatpants, dick twitching every so often when he grinds against you.  
You don’t have that sort of restraint, but you also don’t have that sort of ego either. 
Privy to your frustration, Satoru takes the moment to tease with his silver-tongue. “Did you think I’d go fast? Why would I? Now that no one will interrupt us, we’re going to play all night long, baby.”
You pull away, pouting. 
Satoru takes your jaw in his hand to prevent your escape. He lips press into the frown on your forehead and you’re weak to the affection that you can’t stay annoyed. 
As your reward, Satoru’s other hand hooks into the waistband of your sweat shorts. With his eyes on you, he slides them away, along with your panties, jostling the air mattress slightly. Along with your shirt and his, they’re now lost in the dark.  
Goosebumps rise along your skin with renewed anticipation. Not wanting to prolong his teasing, you’re patient (or you try to be).  
“Lay back,” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. He slinks lower, scattering kisses and bites all over your exposed skin. From your neck to your breasts, your ribcage, and your stomach, Satoru’s steadfast in leaving no inch of skin neglected. 
Time flows in slow motion by the time he reaches your hips, your pussy throbs to have him this close. No surprise, Satoru takes some time to give your hips the same attention, and finally he stops, face to pussy. 
A shudder curls down your spine. 
“We finally meet,” he laughs at his own humor.
You bite your tongue, the sexual frustration reaching a fever pitch. 
Satoru leans back on his haunches, wobbling the mattress in the process. 
He pries your legs apart so wide, your inner thighs twitch from the strain. You pay it no mind, rather watching Satoru with a curious look that makes you gush. 
He stares, no—gawks, openly at your pussy, wearing an expression of awe and mischief. Time crawls and the chill of the night settles in the room, but the longer Satoru stares, the warmer you become, hot with frustration. 
You break the silence. “Satoru…” 
Thankfully, your voice pulls him back, just a little. He continues to stare at your wet pussy, dripping and swelling under his scrutiny. You throb to be touched, your own fingers reaching lower to help yourself. 
“Ah-ah,” Satoru finally utters and your hand rests on your stomach. 
You huff. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at your pussy.” He grins, the vulgarity tasting like honey to your ears. He releases your knees, a hand wisping closer. “It’s so pretty.”
A gasp hitches deep into your chest, a storm of ecstasy brewing fast when Satoru’s fingers brush against your pussy lips. 
Slick coats his fingertips. He drags them along your pussy again, swiping at your aching clit and lightly smacks it, making you flinch. “A well-behaved pussy, all wet and ready for me to stretch out.”
Without further preamble, Satoru is merciful, slipping in a finger with ease, and it’s not long when another finger joins it to massage your walls. 
You hum your appreciation, glossy eyes looking up to find Satoru watching you. The blue in his eyes have been mostly swallowed in dark lust, hiding behind a lidded gaze. 
You lick your lips, admiring the sight above, and his smile suggests that he’s enjoying the view beneath him too. 
His thumb swipes your clit a few times, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside of you. They curl and stretch, filling the living room with the sound of your arousal. Your hips thrust up for deeper contact, chasing the path towards bliss. The corners of your vision spark, your pussy clenches around Satoru’s slender fingers, heralding your release. 
Another whine escapes you, one of discontent when Satoru pulls away entirely; the sparks fizzle away and you blink.
The frustration is short-lived, replaced with confusion as he grabs hold of you roughly. 
The room spins, Satoru rolls you both over, the mattress moving like a wave beneath your backs.
You’re brought to your knees, nearly falling forward from the unsteady dip in the mattress. But strong hands from below anchor you in place. 
You catch your breath, gathering your wits, realizing that Satoru has pulled you astride his face. His warm breath against your pussy snares your attention and you meet his eyes for a beat until he seats you on his mouth. 
It’s all tongue you feel, licking with purchase and need, granting you what you’ve been craving.
Satoru’s done teasing, he’s done going slow. He’s done holding back. The pace he’s set ignites every nerve in your body, expressing how he can no longer contain himself anymore. His eyes are trained skywards, keen on watching you fall apart.
Your hand takes hold of his hair for stability, yanking a little tightly, but Satoru doesn’t even flinch, gaze unshaken. You take that chance to grind against his face. 
“Fuck—Satoru—” Your thighs quake, reaching your knees and vibrating the mattress. It dips a little, but Satoru refuses to let up.
“I’m gonna make my girl cum,” he murmurs. “Cum on my mouth, okay, baby?” 
He quickens his pace, like a man devout in worshipping you. You gasp the closer you get, utterly delirious from the stimulation. You roll your hips to meet his pace, and after a few more deliberate swipes of his tongue, you cry out. 
“Satoru—I’m cumming—” It’s all babbling after that. Blood rushes loud in your ears, sparks burst like fireworks in your vision. 
Seconds pass and your hand goes slack in Satoru’s hair. His tongue laps you up languidly, no longer urgent.
You’re breathless and at a loss for words. Blinking a few times, your eyes fall back to Satoru, who has not stopped watching you. There’s a telltale smirk as he licks the last of your juices. 
He’s smug, and he has every right to be. 
You’re careful not to move the mattress too much, lifting a leg to allow Satoru up. You barely get a chance to give him space, pausing to drink in the hungry look that flashes along Satoru’s expression; the only warning you’re given. 
Your back bounces against the mattress as Satoru crawls over you, unbridled desire dripping from his gaze 
He captures your mouth, tongue moving with authority, rekindling the extinguished flame in your stomach. 
He springs off of you, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock. You lift your head to get a look at it. 
Flushed red at the tip, dribbling precum, a distinct vein protruding down the base—hard and endowed. 
Saliva pools in your mouth, unable to tear your eyes away from it.
Free of his sweatpants and fully nude, Satoru guides your hand to stroke him. 
It’s so fucking heavy. 
Satoru heaves a deep breath, flashing his teeth. “I told you. You’re going to fucking kill me.” A groan rumbles in his throat, reaching your ears like a growl. You shiver in excitement. 
He leans forward on wobbly arms. The momentary kiss is soft, eclipsed with Satoru’s rough hands flipping you over and bringing you on all fours. Crawling closer, the surface of the mattress tilts, making it hard to stabilize your arms and legs. 
But there’s no need, because Satoru’s behind you, rubbing the tip of his dick against your puffy entrance. 
“Ah…” you gasp, thrusting back on instinct. 
Satoru rubs his hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them. You can feel the weight of his eyes there, stoking that flame inside of you. 
His hands move to grab your hips with bruising pressure. “Ready for me? I’m going to finally stretch this pussy out. Finally…” His voice drops, low and gravelly. “…going to make it mine.”
You peer over your shoulder, eyes begging as they meet Satoru. The tip of his dick spasms at your fluttering pussy, and it’s the answer Satoru seeks. He pushes in. 
Your breath hitches, welcoming the stretch, wincing slightly at the tender pain. It becomes an afterthought as Satoru continues to push past your walls that squeeze around him perfectly like his dick is made for you.
He’s so deep inside when his hips reach your ass, you don’t know where either of you starts or ends. You bask in his fullness. It’s heavenly. 
Satoru releases a shuddering breath, taking a moment like yourself to savor your warmth before he pulls back slowly and thrusts back inside with a force that has you almost stumble forward. 
He fucks into you, eager and quick, skin clapping against skin. 
“Fuck, fuck—fuck!” Satoru chants, along with your name—debauched and desperate, a psalm to your ears. “You’re fucking incredible! This pussy is fucking tight, made for me—” 
The sharp smack to your ass echoes in the dark, jolting you with a wave of pleasure as you yelp in surprise.
Satoru spanks you again two more times, reveling in the whimpers you fail to bite back. 
“Satoru—ah!” Another smack cuts you short. “Suguru—will—”
A sharper one lands and this time you don’t hold back the moan that pours out. It doesn’t stop you however, from reprimanding Satoru for his lack of discretion.
“He’ll hear us.”
“Who?” It falls out breathless, but you hear the snark in his voice, confirmed with another slap. So much for not waking Suguru up.
The mattress dips deeper, deflating slowly. You struggle to stabilize yourself but leave it to Satoru to remain determined as he plows into you from behind. He doesn’t want to stop and suffice to say, neither do you.
But your arms ache and wobble from the unsteady mattress that moves and jostles with every sharp thrust. You doubt you’ll last before either of you get a chance at release. Elbows threaten to collapse, your body dropping forward. 
Strong hands tighten around your hips, keeping you afloat the sinking mattress. 
“I got you, baby,” Satoru rasps. “I’ll make sure this pussy doesn’t escape me.”
You want to laugh at that, but it’s proving to be too difficult to get proper friction with how the mattress slides back and forth atop the rug. 
“The couch, Satoru,” you grunt, turning to look at him. “Fuck me there—”
He breathes a strained laugh, throat tight with pride. “Nuh-uh, beautiful. We’re finishing here.” 
Determined or stubborn, it’s hard to tell where it intersects with Satoru. 
And as the mattress sinks, your hands can practically feel the rug beneath it, Satoru pulls out, flipping you onto your back. 
He’s inside you in seconds, hiking one leg over his shoulder, eyes boring into yours, wearing a cocksure grin. “See? We’re doing fine. I’m going to make you cum again on this mattress.”
You say nothing, ignoring how your combined weights mold into the mattress, hypnotized by everything Satoru; his lewd gaze, his cocky grin, his dick drilling inside of you. You throw your arms around his neck, yanking him down until you’re chest to chest, kissing him deeply. 
He groans, one hand snaking behind your back to bring you closer, plunging himself deeper. His free hand dives at your clit, rubbing and slapping it with vigor that has you gasping into his mouth. 
“Cum for me again, baby,” he says.
You cry out, ecstasy reborn within seconds and firing off every nerve in your body as you cum for the second time that night. 
Satoru grunts behind an affectionate smile. “That’s my girl.” His pace hurries, becoming erratic and sloppy, a foreshadow of his climax. Your leg falls away while you ride out your orgasm, but your arms keep Satoru locked above you. 
He meets your eyes again, and you understand. 
You nod lazily. “Cum inside of me.”
He kisses your forehead, bucking his hips sharply and spills himself inside of you, warmth spreading within your walls, all while Satoru moans your name. 
The night falls into a quiet still, nothing but the sound of labored breaths floating in the living room.
Satoru slides his cock out, soft and spent, but remains on top of you. After a moment, he kisses your cheek, thumbing a strand of hair that clings to your sweaty forehead. 
He looks radiant like this, sweaty, tired, satiated. 
“Didn’t I tell you? The air mattress is way better than the couch.”
You laugh, hearty despite how drowsy you feel. It’s also then that the night’s chill catches up, you bristle. 
Satoru reaches for the discarded blanket, draping it over you both, and collapsing at your side, arms and legs entangled around you, tucking your head under his chin. 
While it’s a relief from the cold, it’s too humid under the cover with Satoru clinging so close. You wriggle for some room, but the man has the nerve to hold you tighter.
“I need to cuddle, or I won’t fall asleep,” he whines. 
“Satoru, you’re like ten feet tall and all limbs—” You’re pressed closer to his chest. 
“Shhh…” Satoru whispers. “Suguru’s sleeping upstairs, remember? We can’t be rude.” You hear the smile in his voice. 
Sighing, you manage to kick your feet free for some ventilation. But it’s not too bad. There’s something comforting about Satoru’s arms around you and you melt into his body, burrowing deeper against him, and the last thing you recall is a goodnight kiss to the crown of your head. 
By daybreak, Suguru comes downstairs. 
He grimaces at the clothes strewn on the floor and couch, heaving an annoyed sigh to find you and Satoru still sound asleep on the deflated mattress. 
He knew he heard something last night…
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Gojo's favorite date activity is napping together.
Now he enjoys the normal lay wherever and cuddle until you both fall asleep but he absolutely loves being able to fly around while you nap on him.
Gojo remembers what weather you like to nap in and will always ask you, if you wanna go take a nap with him. He loves when you ask him though, he'll tease you about it but deep down he loves it so much.
Gojo will happily hold you in his arms, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other holds your hand, while he slowly flies around in the air occasionally moving strands of hair away from your face, whispering about how much he cherishs you with his whole being.
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Academic Rivals to Lovers(ish) - Gojo/Reader HCs
Inspired by the below tweet - didn't mention reader crying here but ya that probably ended up happening at some point lol. Are these HCs or just the outline of a story? Is there really a difference?
Also - I only had one lab in college that I always skipped so idk how those things go down and i only have the stories my friends would tell me to go off of. so there's that disclaimer. Also gojo is kinda classist
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Being a first gen college student meant that you probably took your just a tad more seriously than your peers. You had your family counting on you to do well after all - for as long as you could remember your family had stressed the importance of academic success. They had been obsessed with the idea of you being the first in the family of blue collar working class folk to get into university and become a doctor or a lawyer or some paper pusher in an office. Hell they didn’t even complain when you said you might be interested in majoring in studio art or theater. They didn’t particularly care what you decided to study when you got there - they were just concerned with you getting in and doing well in whatever you studied. You didn’t entirely understand their insistence but it meant a lot to them and so it meant a lot to you by extension and you’d do your best to make them proud. 
You first noticed Gojo at orientation. You hadn’t learned much about him outside of him being some spoiled legacy student who had been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth and a family who had sent him to the best boarding schools money could buy. The jealousy had stung ngl - how was it fair that everything in life was handed to him while you and your parents were working double shifts to pay your tuition because the scholarships would never cover as much as the university was asking for
You didn’t think much of him. He came off as a loud and haughty air head and you just didn’t have time to entertain that sorta thing. 
Truthfully Gojo probably doesn’t even remember this first meeting - your face blended in with the rest of the incoming freshman class so easily and he’d never seen or heard your name before in his circle so you must not have been all that important 
Ultimately you decided to major in a pretty competitive field. The upperclassmen had told you horror stories about students fighting over internships and jobs in the labs, trying to sabotage each other's grades, cheating, etc. etc. It was a dog eat dog world you were entering but you had faith you could survive 4 years. They’d be over and done before you noticed.
Boy had you been wrong. The upperclassmen had been very tame with their description of what the next few years of your life would look like tbh. Countless sleepless nights filled with study sessions, researching and writing essays along with the cattiness of the student body that was constantly at each other’s throats and kissing professors’ asses to try and get ahead. You had put a target on your back after the first test was handed back - your peers had been pissed because by getting a perfect score on the test the teacher decided to not curve it. The one who seemed the most annoyed by this had been Gojo and he never let you forget it.
Honestly Gojo was pissed that someone was better than him at something - even if it was just one test during his first semester of uni. He was used to being on top and to be bested by someone like you left a sour taste in his mouth.
He couldn’t understand how you did it. Half the stuff on that test hadn’t even been discussed in class - this teacher was notorious for being difficult and not that good of a teacher so the class always relied on there being a curve. When he got his piss poor grade back he had been furious. It wasn’t as bad as some of his other classmates but it wasn’t the best. When he learned it was your fault he had that grade he became a man obsessed.
He had begun asking others about you that day and learned everything he could. Your background, your schedule, your study habits, what dorm you stayed in - he wanted to know all of it in hopes of cracking the code of how you bested him.
When he still couldn’t figure it out he tried approaching you - maybe you had an older student give you answers to all the tests for that class and perhaps you’d be generous enough to share.
“Oh well something the professor said during the lecture got me thinking so I kinda fell down a google rabbit hole to see what I could find. Just got lucky that it was on the test i guess”
And Gojo was pissed. Of course it had just been luck that allowed you to get the better of him. He wanted to laugh at himself for ever thinking differently. When you grades continued to go head to head with his each time assignments and tests came back he had to accept that maybe it wasn’t just luck 
The two of you became a source of entertainment to your classmates. They would make bets on which one of you would score higher. Gojo would do nothing but encourage it. Anytime he managed to get the top score he’d make sure to shoot you an irritating smirk and offer some faux condolences with a “maybe next time”. It never failed to get under your skin.
It was like everything he did was to try and annoy you. Hell even his appearance was enough to piss you off. Of course he's the type to wear sunglasses indoors - what a pretentious asshole. You usually didn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he bothered you but your friends would sure hear an earful of whatever it did that got you wound up on any given day. 
When the both of you had been paired as lab partners you were convinced you must've pissed off some deity in a past life or something. You couldn't imagine a worse fate than having to sit next to him for at least an hour every week. The lab required cooperation and while initially you had tried to spearhead the whole operation Gojo wasn’t about to take that sitting down.
It all came to a head one day when he was trying to tell you what you were doing wrong for an experiment (you weren’t doing anything wrong tbh he just wanted to see you get worked up)
“Look, if you have such an issue with me I can just ask the professor to assign us different partners. I’m not going to keep going back and forth with you like this.”
“I don’t have an issue with you - who said I had an issue with you?” 
“Please, since day one you judged me and have been acting like I’m too stupid to be here - you think I don’t hear what you and your little friends have been saying?”
Gojo wanted to deny it but knew you were right on the money. After that first test came back he had been so wrapped up in his anger that he said some…less than savory things about you to his friends and a few others who had been hanging around them. He knew folks talked but hadn’t expected it to get back to you. He isn’t sure why it felt like his stomach dropped when he found out you knew though. 
“Despite all your efforts to look down on me from your little pedestal I’m still doing just as good as you are. You being an asshole isn’t going to change that.” 
You left shortly after - uncaring if it meant you’d do poorly on the graded lab but you couldn’t stand to be there around him anymore. He could have this win if it meant you wouldn’t have to be stuck in his presence for a moment longer. 
Gojo’s a pretty out of touch guy so you confronting him kinda sparked some introspection on his end (or about as much introspection as he’s capable of). The following days had him acting differently - a bit quieter than normal and he would discourage classmates from making bets or egging you on with the little competition the two of you had going. You almost felt bad - maybe calling him an asshole was taking it too far? It’s not like you hadn’t spoken shit about him to your friends either after all. 
You were dreading the next lab. In all your other classes you could avoid him and sit on opposite sides of the lecture hall. The lab would have you forced to interact for at least 60 minutes and you could only imagine how awful that was going to go. 
You were surprised when he started the lab off with an apology - in the few years you had somewhat known him you’d never known him to be one to apologize to anyone and you’d never dream he’d be apologizing to you of all people. 
He doesn’t go into heavy detail any you don’t ask him to but you learn that he’s also under a lot of pressure from his family. Everyone in his immediate and extended family have gone on to do great things and his family is constantly pressing him to do even better than they did - he got caught up and ended up taking his frustration out on you. 
You find yourself apologizing too. You had been judgemental of him from the start too and played into the competition more than you’d like to admit. 
The lab had gone on pretty smoothly after that - you two were one of the first groups done since you weren’t bickering between each other. As you were packing up to leave Gojo asked if you’d like to study with him sometime for an upcoming final. You were a bit nervous about it but accepted anyways, excited that the two of you were turning over a new leaf and wondering where exactly this would go 
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in thee nsfw version y'all fucked in the study room like the depraved folks y'all are idk
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see listen —
itachi has full trust and faith in your abilities so when you accept the solo missions and are gone for months at a time he’s not concerned. he’s not concerned because he illegally found out all about your mission details (keeping secrets from a uchiha? yeah okay.) and knows exactly where you’ll be and when and will accept missions near those areas just to check in. you never know he’s there and he’ll never tell you and he’s always waiting for you when you come back exhausted and bloodied and he’s proud because if you are going to be his you need to be strong. anyone could use you against him so he helps train you. focus you. it’s fun and what shinobi doesn’t use combat as a form of flirtation. his feelings are subtle but steady and when you’re ready and when his clan is ready he’ll make them known. until then he watches closely and is around more often than he should be and if you happen to accidentally meet his mother at the market one day to gauge her approval of you, well, that’s just a happy accident.
satoru also has full trust and faith in your abilities but he’s the strongest — so it doesn’t matter. you won’t get hurt because he won’t allow it. you won’t die because he won’t allow it. you take missions and never face a grade 2 curse or higher without him. the higher ups know better, they know that they are safe as long as you are breathing so they keep you safe. you don’t notice, you like going on missions with gojo and the students, and when you’re sent off on your own it’s like a tiny vacation. gojo knows he’s obsessed with you, knows that everyone is aware, his enemies, friends, those who envy him as much as they adore him, but he’s the strongest. he also has no talent for subtly and point blank tells you that nothing will ever happen to you because he won’t ever allow you. tells you not to worry when the intel is wrong and you’re both staring down a special grade curse because he’s going to take care of it and take care of you. you always roll your eyes or shift your gaze away when he makes such bold statements and that’s okay. you weren’t ready and he’s too busy as of late to give you everything you deserve from him so he’s fine with where you’re both at. eventually he’ll tell you. you’ll be the last to know.
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