#roommate gojo

[izukuisbaby]

Can I request gojo trying to help y/n while shes sick? Like shes actually so helpless and vulnerable it makes his heart drop seeing her pant for air, taking tylenols for her headache, seeing how sweaty she is. And worst of all she can't get up without feeling extremely nauseous :(

⊹˚.⋆ YOU'RE SICK - SATORU GOJO

℘. flora's notes : thanks for your request anon I fell even more in love with our favorite daddy gojo😫

℘. infos : female reader

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"Y/N I'M HOOOOME" you hear your boyfriend, Satoru, yell from afar. You felt so drained. Whichever virus you caught probably wanted to kill you because you were having a mix of the worst symptoms of all existing diseases. As you felt the stomp of Gojo's footsteps getting closer to your shared bedroom, you went into the umpteenth coughing fit of the day, the pain in your throat amplifying. "Awww you're sick, mf I told you to bring a jacket" Satoru says in a teasing tone, at the sight of your figure curled up under the duvet, barely able to focus on the show displayed on your flat screen. He noticed your unusual silence and dull gaze, one that is normally as bright as the stars.

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"You look like a tiny little munchkin I wanna kiss you EVERYWHERE !!!" He proceeds to spread kisses all over your face to cheer you up, causing you to giggle. "I'll take care of you princess okay, I'm the strongest after all what can't I do, right?" he says pulling down his glasses to wink at you while smirking. "Come on pretty, let's go to the kitchen I'll make you some food" He motioned for you to stand up. Pushing the blanket away, you sat up and felt a horrendous headache hit you all of a sudden. Although, it quickly faded and you managed to stand up.

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After just a mere second on your feet, the headache came back but this time an awful nausea overwhelmed you as well. Hearing you grown, Gojo picked you up bridal style. "Shh baby, I'll sit you down on the couch okay. Don't you dare move once I put you there." he says caressing your cheek and kissing your forehead.

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"Here you go, princess" he says as he layed your body down on the couch. He then gently wrapped you in a blanket and gave you your favorite plushie to cuddle. "You have to eat something, what would you like ?", you noticed how soft and calming his voice sounded, you wondered if he was making an effort to not talk too loud in order to not worsen your headache. You mumbled a "ramen, please", he smiled at you, switched the TV on and handed you the remote before leaving to the kitchen.

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A few minutes later, he came back with your favorite ramen and some coke : "I read somewhere on Google that coke helps with nauseas". Truth is, his mom gave him some when he was sick and it used to make him feel better. He hated seeing you in pain and not being able to help. He always feels the strong desire to protect you and he could not help but experience guilt as he saw your tired figure, barely able to move, on the couch.

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"Here is your ramen princess" he saw you move out of the blanket and instantly panicked "NO NO Y/N PLEASE DON'T MOVE YOU'LL BE COLD, I'll feed you", you felt him gently maneuver your body so that he could position himself behind you. Your back pressed against his chest, he brought the spoon close to your mouth until you finish the plate. "You look tired love. Rest a little I'm not going anywhere I promise" he kissed your forehead again and caresses your head to soothe you to sleep. The warmth of his embrace and the tenderness of his pats were quick to make you fall asleep.

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[nanaslutt]

on my knees begging and praying for more perv! geto🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🛐🛐🛐

Some PervyRoomate!Geto (and 1 perv Satosugu) drabbles for you :3

contains: voyeurism, stealing, fantasizing, Gojo makes an appearance, degradation, p*ssy eating, cumming untouched, restraints, masturbating, handjobs, unprotected sex, slight somno, overall creep behavior... pls be warned

note: i do not condone any of this irl :3

MDNI

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Perv!Geto who stands outside your door and jerks off to the sound of you getting your brains fucked out by your latest partner. If he closes his eyes and squeezed his fist hard enough he can almost imagine he’s the one fucking you. He’s timing his thrusts with the slaps he hears on the other side of the door to immerse himself deeper into his fantasy; and when you cum- he cums all over his hand while his other covers his mouth to prevent any moans from slipping through his lip.

Perv!Geto who steals your dirty panties, shirts, shorts--anything at all from your dirty clothes hamper and holds it up to his face to smell your scent while he jerks his cock furiously with his lip pulled between his teeth. You're just in the next room over, he can hear you giggling with Shoko at something funny she said, the sound spurring him on as he imagines you're laughing at him, at how pathetic he is for stealing your clothes to jerk off. Of course, when he cums he makes sure to make a mess all over the garment before he throws it back into your hamper. Maybe one day you would go searching through your dirty clothes and find the present he left for you and teach him a lesson for being such a perv.

Perv!Geto who sucks your fingers into his mouth while you ride him because he's been waiting for so long for this moment and he needs to taste you. Your neck, lips, thighs, hands- anything. He would gag and moan around your lithe fingers when they hit the back of his throat, jolting around in his mouth from the roughness of your thrusts on his too-sensitive cock.

Perv!Geto who sits on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, his heavy neglected cock and full balls hanging freely in the air as you grip his hair from his scalp and roughly shove his face into your cunt. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his face flushed a gorgeous crimson color as you fuck his face while degrading him, telling him how filthy and dirty he is for being such a creep to his poor unknowing roommate (you). He would cum untouched with a pathetic whine into your cunt at your mean words, as he continued to suck and flick his tongue as he brought you to orgasm.

Perv!Geto & Gojo who FaceTime late at night to talk about all the filthy things they would do to you while they jerk off together. Sometimes when you aren't home they sneak into your room and jerk each other off on your bed, working each other up as they dirty talk each other about what you would do to them if you were here. "Yeah? You like the way they stroke your cock? Huh?" Gojo would groan as he twists his hand over Geto's tip while the dark-haired man has his eyes squeezed shut, pretending its your hand. "Yeah cum inside her Gojo fuck, she wants it so badd~" Geto would whisper as Gojo came all over your nice clean pillow. The two of them constantly plotted on how they would get you in their beds.

Perv!Geto who would sneak into your room at night and jerk off to your sleeping body only clad in tiny shorts that showed half your ass and a crop top that your breasts spilled out of. He never touched you, but he would get close, seeing how far he could test the limits before his cute roomie woke up to a face full of cum. He would jerk off right over your face, his heart racing out of his chest when you stirred in your sleep, the fright making him back up as he cums hard in his hand, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tried to keep himself quiet.

Perv!Geto who would offer to stand behind you on the train while you wore a skimpy outfit so you didn't have to be pressed up against some olf perv. Little did you know he had the same intentions as them. He felt himself get hard as your ass bumped back agaisnt his crotch when the train ride got bumpy. He would pray for the time when you would lose your balance and almost fall so he could grab your waist in his massive hands to steady you. Your meek 'thank you Sugu' Going straight to his cock at how oblivious you were.

Perv!Geto who offered to sleep in your room to cuddle when your relationship ended. Who was he to leave you alone when you spilled the news to him with fat tears rolling down your cheeks, that made his cock twitch in his pants. He should feel bad about taking advantage of your vulnerable state right now, but how was he supposed to when your smaller frame was pressed right up against his body and his nostrils were filled with your scent from being smothered by your sheets? He wasn't able to stop himself from humping his hips into your ass when he felt your body relax agaisnt him, your breaths evening out as you slipped into dreamland while Geto used the friction of your soft ass to reach orgasm and cum hard in his pants.

Bonus: Perv!Geto who was more than happy to fuck you to back sleep when you awoke right when he released his load into his pants. Him getting off on you calling him needy while he fucked his next load into your cunt, not being able to stop himself from thinking how he wasted a perfectly good load in his boxers when he could've just woken you up and fucked it into your cunt as well :( How was he supposed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you? You did break up with your boyfriend for him after all.

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[vmpiires]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄”

: ̗̀➛ FLUFF CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.42K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; taking a break from smut. finna make sum cute for the ones that need it

“choso!” you threw your arm around choso. the 5’11 male would groan tiredly. you and him were pretty close friends…even closer now that the two of you lived together. you were his ball of sunshine when he just wanted to curl up in a pit of darkness. his tired eyes made their way up to yours and he’d smile a little.

you and him were…something. your relationship wasn’t made official or anything you but it definitely felt like it was. the two of you shared hugs that lasted longer than it should’ve. you were always doing something thoughtful for him like buying him new clothes or even food…to which choso couldn’t help but throw on his awkward crooked smile.

though, choso was a pretty serious guy, you couldn’t help but laugh when he was being dead serious with you. the way he said certain things made you giggle even though there wasn’t anything to laugh at in particular.

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make him smile.

“hey…” choso cleared his throat. “what’re you doing up?”

“um..choso, it’s four in the afternoon.” you correct him in your soft and bubbly voice, your face never changing from your excited smile. if you smiled any longer, you were sure that your cheeks would start to hurt.

“huh?” choso glanced up at the clock on the wall in the kitchen that was pretty visible from the living room. his pupils retracted and his eyes widened, shocked about the time. he sighed and slumped back against the cushions of the couch.

“why didn’t you tell me? i was supposed to hang out with itadori today…” he sighed again, now rubbing his eyes. “i’m probably the worst brother ever.”

“you aren’t the worst, cho,” you smile at the curse, trying to reassure him. “you can still hang out with him. he knows how tired you can be.”

“yes, but i promised him i wouldn’t fall asleep and forget about him.” choso continued his moping, covering himself with his robe out of embarrassment…then it was quiet.

he went to sleep again.

you wondered why and how choso could just fall asleep so easily in the middle of conversations like that. his logic was also a bit confusing. he was so worried about yuji’s feelings but now he’s asleep as if he hadn’t been freaking out over it.

later that day, you were in your room playing roblox horror game on your playstation with yuji on the phone while choso was in the shower. you were waiting for him to get out so you can shower. you had to make sure you got that out of the way before you went to bed.

as you played your game, you remembered how dark the room was. you enjoyed being immersed in these games. turning up your volume as loud as possible. closing your door. turning off all the lights and even closing your curtains. you lived for the thrill of being scared.

you heard a click and a screech as your door opened, making you let out a loud gasp, saving yourself from tearing your vocal cords from screaming so much. 

choso was standing in your doorway, shirtless and his hair down. completely different from the twintails he usually wore…or his hair tied back, leaving his bangs to hang around in his face.

“you can go in now…” his low adverb voice spoke. “and why’re you screaming so much? is it that game?”

“oh, yeah, sorry.” you chuckled, finally calming your nerves. you were about to say something else until you heard yuji talking again. “oh…yeah, he’s right here. he was talking about you earlier.”

choso raised his eyebrows. you noticed he was doing that thing with his face…that nervous but excited smile. that was the most you seen him smile all day besides earlier today. he would quickly take your phone and put it up to his ear.

“uh…what do i say?” he asked. you just shrug, gesturing him to just say whatever was on his mind. he’d take your advice and walk out of your room, excitedly talking to yuji, starting with an apology.

you just smile at choso’s excitement and patiently wait until he returned with your phone.

that night, you had suddenly woken up after you fell asleep. your tv was off and your blankets were sliding off the bed. you seemed to be sleeping peacefully until you felt someone tapping you. you’d jolt awake and look up to see choso.

“your phone died,” he said, gently placing it beside you. he must’ve had your phone for a while or he just didn’t know when to come and wake you up. you were half asleep and you just nod, not really hearing much of what he said even though he didn’t say much.

“thanks, cho,” you say sleepily before lying down again. soon enough, you felt one side of your bed weigh down. choso was lying down next to you now.

“can i sleep in here with you?” he suddenly asked. “i don’t really wanna sleep by myself.”

that was a first. choso never asked to sleep in the same bed as you. you were too tired to question the curse’s actions and you agree to let him stay with you.

your eyes drift closed again, making yourself comfortable on the bed. soon enough, you felt a pair of arms snake around you.

“i gotta tell you something…um..don’t hate me.” choso began. “i mean, i doubt that you will but just in case.”

choso obviously seemed like a nervous wreck talking to you so closely to your ear. as you fight to keep your eyes open and listen to what choso had to say, you avert your eyes to look at him.

“why would i hate you?” you ask. choso’s cheeks visibly flushed a red color and he’d sigh, struggling to find the correct words to you so the conversation can go on smoothly.

“i…” you hear him pause. “i didn’t mean to fall in love with you like i did. you’re just so beautiful…and sweet. i don’t really know what i’d do without you here with me.”

you lay there processing what he had just said to you. a love confession? you couldn’t even fathom the words coming from your roommate’s lips.

“you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, i understand. i just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my—” choso stopped again as if he were trying to remember something. a word. “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

a tired smile stretched across your lips, “did you learn that from yuji or did you learn it yourself?”

“when i was talking to yuji on your phone…i asked him what it meant to have a crush on someone…and what it meant to be in a relationship. i mentioned to him that i felt like i’d die around you—that’s a good thing, i promise.” choso explained. “he tells me that it’s fine and that i should tell you how i feel.”

“well…yes, choso. i’ll be your girlfriend.” you say, your drowsiness still evident in your tone. choso released his grip from your body and sat up quickly.

“seriously?” he raised his eyebrows. he seemed unsure if he should’ve been excited. “um..this is good, right? yuji isn’t messing with me, right?”

you just laughed at him. something about his reactions were the cutest thing you could experience. it was like watching a cat play with a new toy.

“yes, seriously.”

“i have to tell yuji,” choso grabbed your phone and attempted to turn it on but it wasn’t working. it was still dead and you didn’t even bother to wake up and put it on the charger.

“tomorrow, cho. tell him tomorrow.”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

“yuji,” choso whispered into the phone. you were still asleep in your room while choso had sat in the living room, trying to charge your phone. it took him a second to understand the concept of how long it can take to charge but he was patient until your phone reached a sufficient number so he could use it to make a call.

“i did it. i told her.”

“oh, you did? that’s awesome!” if your phone was any louder, you’d be able to hear yuji cheering over the phone for his big brother since the audio was on speaker. “well, now all you gotta do is be a cool boyfriend and a cool big brother.”

“i think i can do that,” choso smiled.

#𝐾𝑂𝑇𝐴 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆 書く #choso kamo #anime #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen #choso x black!reader #jjk choso #choso x reader #jjk fluff #choso fluff #choso x female reader #choso x you #roommates #gojo x black reader #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk x you

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni

pervy roommate!gojo, who was feeling extra bold one time and found himself standing at your door, watching your sleeping form. chest slowly rising and falling and soft breaths leaving your pretty lips. he's already half-hard by just looking at you.

he takes a slow daring step forward and waits for a reaction. but nothing. your eyes stay shut and only another soft sigh leaves your lips. he takes a couple of more steps until he's stood right beside you. god, you look adorable.

kneeling down, he's almost eye level with you. he takes another good long look at your face. so cute. plump lips slightly parted, you look like the dream you're having is good. he'll make it even better. he lets his eyes wander down your jaw, to your neck and to your barely covered chest. the small top you're wearing is not doing a good job at hiding what's underneath and he feels himself getting harder.

the blanket over you is only covering exactly half of your hip and one of your legs while the other leg is completely out. his gaze wanders further and your choice of sleepwear captivates him. he takes a quick glance at your relaxed face. could these shorts be any smaller? if you were to part your legs a little more, he could probably see you.

leaning back towards your covered cunt and he takes a sniff. closing his eyes, he muffles a groan. fuck. his hand seems to have a mind of its own, moving down his body, slipping under his sweats and finally giving his cock the very needed attention it deserves. he's rock hard and leaking pre-cum. the wet patch on his grey sweats proof of his desperation. giving it a firm stroke, his eyes roll back into his head. he needs to do something.

so he ever so gently trails his free hand from your thighs to your warm pussy. feeling the slight heat of it, he muffles another groan. he guides his fingers over it and towards your chest, pushing your top up as much as he can. the sight of your soft tummy makes his dick throb in his hand. a wave of goosebumps washes over your body, making you stir and him still. eyes wide, he waits for you to open yours. even though the thought of you catching him in this act is arousing on its own, he wants this to last a little longer.

after taking a second to make sure you're still in your dreamland, he drags his fingers from your stomach, over your top and to your breasts. the sound of his hand moving up and down on his pre-cum covered dick fills the room and he doesn't know if he's ever been this excited before. his slender finger circles your nipple and he watches it harden under his very eyes.

leaning closer once more, he presses his lips around your nipple through the top and a shaky breath escaping your mouth draws his attention. the way your lips part gives him a glorious idea.

quietly standing up, he pulls his sweats just down to his thighs, just under his balls and lets his dick spring up against his navel. he gives it another stroke before bending his knees and lowering it to your sleeping face. when his sensitive tip touches your soft parted lips, he's unable to contain the smallest whimper. he wishes he had his phone because the sight in front of him is quite literally the hottest thing in the world and he knows he will never get enough of you now.

he only manages to push an inch of his cock into your mouth before he feels his climax approaching at an alarming rate. quickly pulling out, he gives it a couple of fast and hard strokes and then he's already spilling his seed onto his palm with a shudder. his eyes remain on your face and now he really hopes you would wake up so he could make you clean him up. he takes some of his cum between his fingers and smears just the smallest amount on your lips. he spreads it around and then gently pushes it inside your warm mouth with his two fingers. his own mouth hangs open as he's trying to catch his breath but when your lips close around his fingers on it's own accord, his dick twitches again. he knows he's really pushing it now and you're bound to wake if he keeps fucking around, so he reluctantly pulls his fingers away and places himself back into his sweats. we'll continue this some other night.

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

#wtf mickey can write #what do we think of this? #does everything even make sense? #please let me know is anything sounds stupid #i wanna be better #satoru #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo satoru blurb #jjk #tw dc #roommate!gojo #tw somno #angel boy #dc somno #roomie!gojo

[1hot-mess-express1]

Eepy

WC: 3,084

Based on Eloguentmoon's Romantic Confessions prompt #12 “You are all I can think about.” 

Summary: Satoru can't sleep, and it's all your fault

CW: Slightly suggestive

A/N: I wrote this way too fast, not sure I like it but the brain rot is getting to me (Not proofread). Also would love to have someone to Beta read/edit since I can never bring myself to do that haha, so if anyone is interested message me!

Satoru’s alarm blares through the otherwise quiet morning air, and he can’t be bothered to jump in surprise despite its ear-grating volume. With a groan, he swings his arm over to slap at his phone a few times, somehow effectively turning off the alarm before reaching up to drag his hand across his face and rubbing the grit from his sunken eyes. He sits upright, his head sagging slightly, his feet haphazardly placed on the ground, and he is staring at his wall, trying to gain the motivation to hoist himself from the bed. He doesn’t notice when his eyes droop and his hands fall limp at his side until he’s startled from his partial sleep by obnoxiously loud music wafting in from your shared bathroom down the hall. He curses before standing up and shuffling his way to the bathroom. Standing in the hallway, he looks at you through the mirror as you brush your teeth, getting toothpaste all over your cheeks before glancing up at him and smiling through your toothbrush. 

“So you’re why these counters are always so dirty, huh? Knew it wasn’t me,” Satoru chuckles to himself while you spit the foam into the sink, effectively spraying the entire bowl. 

You turn to face him fully, hands on your hips like some kind of angry cartoon character. “You’re so full of it, Gojo. You get toothpaste all over the mirror. Just the other day, I watched you wipe hair gel on the counter, too.” 

“Did not, whatever, move. It’s my turn. I have an exam today, and I can’t be late.” He emphasizes his point by lightly shoving you with his shoulder before reaching for his toothbrush. With a grumble and a subtle stomp, you push into his side, reaching for the water cup. 

“It's not my fault you slept in, loser.” You make a point of sticking your tongue out at him in the mirror before filling your cup and swishing your mouth out. Satoru reaches over your hand to grab the capless toothpaste before placing some onto his toothbrush and bringing it to his mouth. 

“It's not my fault I was up all night either,” he mumbles through his toothbrush, lazily swiping at his pearly whites while glaring daggers into you through the mirror as you begin to brush out your hair. 

“I fail to see how that’s my fault. You didn’t have to stay up and movie marathon with me…could have gone to bed at any point.” You elbow him slightly while yanking at a particularly gruesome knot in your hair and fail to notice the slight blush that covers his cheeks at your statement. You’re right; he didn’t have to stay up, but when he thinks back to last night, having you curled up to his side, head resting on his shoulder while you make the softest snoring noise, he can’t help but think that he’d do it again in a heartbeat. 

“Yeah, right, you woulda cried like a baby if I said no. Can’t make it through a jump scare without crying about it,” he giggles to himself before ruffling your hair, effectively undoing your progress, and sliding out of the bathroom before you could yell at him. 

He clicks the door shut and rubs his eyes again. God, he was so lovesick, literally. 

The exhaustion from staying up late with you made him feel awful. His eyes were egregiously sunken in, his skin paler than usual, and his stomach twisted in knots. He couldn’t focus while studying, his mind always wandering to you; he wondered what you were up to, what movies you might watch tonight, and if you ended up texting that frat guy back. He thought about how cute you looked in his shirt, washing the dishes while you bitched about it not being his day to do laundry; honestly, he wasn’t paying attention. How could he when you were standing there, engulfed in his shirt, the late sun highlighting your profile perfectly, the back of your plush thighs staring at him, begging to be squeezed? 

After you fell asleep against him during your now nightly movie binges, he found himself tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep while visions of you flashed through his mind repeatedly. Thinking of your hands on his thigh haphazardly as the tiny breaths you puffed out tickled his neck, your chest unknowingly squished into his arm so he could feel the slow rise and fall of your chest—nothing like his own erratic breaths as he tried desperately to keep his attention on whatever movie was playing. When he’d tuck you into your bed after you fell asleep, sometimes he couldn’t help but sit and watch you as you slept so peacefully, unaware of his presence, your hair falling around your face and your arms tucked close to your chin. He knows how creepy that sounds, but he was frankly lovesick, like he said. 

After dragging his palms down his face, he pushes himself from the door with a newfound determination to just get today over with. He throws on a hoodie before glancing at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. He stops for a moment and contemplates doing his hair or even throwing on jeans to try and feel more like himself, but even reaching his arms up to his head makes him feel exhausted, so with a groan, he throws on a beanie and decides not to think about it. 

When he makes his way to the front door, he’s met with you, tipped over in a skirt, trying to pull on your shoes; the back of your skirt is riding up, nearly exposing your panties to him. 

“Gojo?” You must have felt him staring, and he felt his face heat up in response. 

He gulps the shakiness in his voice down before speaking, “Yeah?”

“Do you want to walk to class together today?” you stand up to your full height now, and he can’t help but give you a once over; he looks like a bum next to you, “I have a presentation today, so I figured I should show up a little early.” You offer him a smile as you pull a coat on, trapping your hair underneath it. 

Almost on instinct, he steps towards you and pulls the hair out from your coat, noticing how good you smell when he drops the locks down to your shoulders, “Sure, but I gotta be quick, can’t miss another exam, or I’m fucked, think you can keep up?” He chuckles lightly before swinging his bag over his shoulders and peering down at you. 

“That’s a pretty high demand, considering your legs are so freakishly long, but I’ll try.” you let out a breathy laugh before grabbing your bag and reaching for the door. 

Satoru slips his shoes on and follows you into the crisp morning air. 

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you look like shit.” You say while looking him over once and taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. Really, he didn’t look much different than every other overworked college student, but he didn’t look like Gojo. He always wore something bordering on too nice for school, dress pants or jeans and a button-up shirt of some kind, never sweat pants and a hoodie.

He scoffed, kicking at rocks on the sidewalk, “So you wore something nice once, and now I’m the bum? Jeez, that’s unfair.” 

“Rude, first of all, I look cute in my sweats, I’ll have you know; secondly, it’s just…weird, you hate leaving your hair down and have told me on several occasions that you can’t stand the way it gets in your eyes, but also you just look sick, are you sleeping okay?” You spare him a glance before looking down towards your shoes, your voice growing a little quieter, “You really don’t have to stay up with me, yaknow?”

“No,” he stammers out a bit too fast for his liking, slowing his pace a little to look at you entirely, “I mean, that’s not it, I just…have a lot on my mind yaknow? Term’s almost over so I’ll be able to sleep all I want soon, and I’ll be back to annoying the shit outta you don’t worry” he lets out a hearty laugh at his last statement. You seem to perk up a little at this statement as if you were really worried about him. 

The rest of the day drags on forever. He falls asleep in his last class, not stirring, even when his classmates hurriedly stuff their belongings into their bags. He lies there blissfully unaware of the world around him. That is until he’s jolted back to reality by a delicate hand pushing his hair away from his eyes. Groggy and unsure, he looks up to see you through the stubborn sleep in his eyes. You look upset, brows furrowed, and a hand on your hip while you lean down to be at eye level with him. 

“That’s it, you’re grounded, Mr.” you huff out before pushing his shoulder in an attempt to get him to move from his place on the desk. 

“Who the fuck’r you to ground me?” he mutters out, slowly making his way to stand before offering you an indignant look. 

“At this rate, I’m starting to think I’m your mother,” you state before reaching down to grab his bag, but he swats your hand away, slinging it over his shoulder haphazardly. 

“Don’t need you to baby me, ‘m grown yaknow?” he speaks through a yawn while stretching out his obscenely lanky body, showing off just the tiny bit of midriff, causing you to avert your eyes with a light flush to your cheeks, but this goes unnoticed by Satoru’s hazy mind. 

“At this rate, I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep in traffic,” you grumble out, tagging behind him as he slowly trudges out to the parking lot. He trips over his own feet a bit, his exhaustion weighing on him like a ton of bricks, swaying slightly, blinking repeatedly in an effort to keep himself awake and upright, blue eyes burning from the afternoon sun. Your smaller frame, keeping pace with him, easily draws a look of concern on your features before you throw his arm over your shoulder in an effort to keep him walking straight. He recedes further into his hood in an effort to hide the blush creeping across his face. Your smaller frame does little to keep him upright; he’s certain that if he were to collapse right now, he’d take you both out, but he keeps this thought to himself, not wanting you to let go of him. He pulls you ever so slightly closer to him, nerves alive at the feel of your small hand on his back despite the copious layers between you. 

You walk home the rest of the way in silence, only letting go of him when you breach the front door of your shared apartment, where Satoru drops his bag at the door with a dramatic thud before sulking over to the couch throwing himself across the couch and reaching for the remote, absentmindedly scrolling through Netflix. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you snap out before striding over to him, snatching the remote from his hands and moving to the edge of the couch before yanking his shoes off, halfheartedly tossing them in front of the door. 

“Well, I was looking for a movie, grump ass,” Satoru mumbles pulling his feet closer to himself in embarrassment. 

“Nope, I said you’re grounded, go get in your bed,” You really were starting to sound like his mom at this rate. 

He looks up at you, absolutely flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the words to tell you just how insane you sound. 

“Gojo, you can’t hardly stand up straight, you look like shit, and pretty soon your grades are gonna start dropping…” You bark out before looking meek, fiddling with a stray thread on the arm of the couch to avoid his gaze before continuing, “I’m worried about you. What’s going on?” you look up at him with probably the most adorable look on your face and he’s not sure why, but he crumbles on the spot, he’ll blame the lack of sleep later if this goes poorly for him.

 Folding his arms under his chin, letting his eyes fall closed he mumbles, “It’s your fault anyways,” silently praying you dont hear him but of course you do. 

“How is this my fault?” you bark out with offense, “You’re the one choosing to stay up, besides I know you stay up after you put me to bed.” 

At this, his eyes shoot up, and his face goes beat red. Have you heard him? Oh god, he wishes the floor would swallow him whole at the thought alone. You knew he put you to bed, too? Obviously, you didn’t think you teleported to your bed, but why didn’t you say anything? His heart was in his throat, and his eyes began to sting. This was definitely the exhaustion. He buries his face deeper into the couch, hoping to avoid whatever this is, but of course, you saunter around the couch and crouch down to his level, pushing his hair back with a tentative hand. 

“Gojo…please, just tell me what’s wrong, I can’t stand to see you like this…” your voice barely above a whisper. He mumbles into the couch, tucking his head impossibly further into the cushions. 

“What?” You lean in impossibly closer, and he feels dizzy. God, why were you like this?

His head shoots up from the couch, allowing you too see just how red his face is, blue eyes determined and brows trained down in anger. 

“You’re all I can fucking think about, and it’s killing me!” He huffs out in a single breath. Your eyes go wide, and you bring your hand closer to your chest, leaning back on your heels and putting distance between you two. 

When you speak, your voice is shaky and barely audible, “I-I’m sorry…” Shit, his jaw goes slack, and he can’t seem to find the words when your eyes glitter, threatening to spill over with tears at his sudden outburst. 

“No, fuck, I-I…It’s not your fault. I’m sorry, I just…” He reaches out tentatively, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, searching your eyes for the words that might make this better. He lets out a heavy sigh, looking down again, he thinks to himself fuck it. He looks back up at you, gently urging your head closer to his, “You’re all I can think about. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he lets out a breathy laugh, “I close my eyes to sleep, and all I can see is your cute little pout begging me to share my snacks, or the way you look first thing in the morning, hair a mess and eyes heavy with sleep, when I read I hear you laugh over and over again, that sweet giggle or the roaring laughter that has you rolling on the floor, I think about how you feel pressed into my side, the way I count your heartbeats to keep myself from freaking out cause I’m afraid to wake you. God, I think about how you call me Gojo still despite the fact that we live together cause you’re grossly polite; I just can’t get you out of my head.” His voice trails off at the end as your silence engulfs him in shame, and he can't bear to look you in the eyes anymore. He moves to pull his hand away from you, ready to rot in his room, never escaping his shame again, but instead, you place your much smaller hand over his; your hand is freezing, but his skin feels like it’s on fire. 

“I-I don’t actually fall asleep on movie nights,” you stutter out and he looks at you brows clenched in confusion. “I…I just pretend to sleep so I can get closer to you, a-and that day I stole your shirt? I still had clothes to wear but you left it in my basket and I couldn’t help myself” you mumble out gaze trained on a loose thread in his hoodie. 

He looks at you, blinking in confusion before what you said registers, and a devilish smirk makes its way across his features. 

“You’re a filthy pervert, huh? Sorry, I never would have pegged you for the creepy roommate.” He lets out a hearty laugh as your face goes beat red. 

“Hey, I know about your underwear collection, Satoru, if you play that game.” It's his turn to feel embarrassed as he reaches his uncannily long arms over the edge of the couch, dragging you over the side and settling you to lay on his chest. 

“Say that again sweet girl,” he speaks in a whisper brushing your hair back and staring egregiosuly at your lips. 

“I know about your underwear collection?...Satoru,” You state in a teasing tone, leaning slightly in to his lips. 

He lets out a breathy chuckle before closing the distance and encompassing your lips in a restrained kiss. You let out the smallest whimper, and his grip tightens around your waist as he begins trying to coax your mouth open for him. He presses you against him, relishing in the way you shiver when his warm hand reaches under your shirt, feather-light touches causing you to squeak into his mouth. He wastes no time tracing the edge of your tongue with his slow and deliberate teasing. You reach into his hair, pulling lightly at his hair before pulling your face away from his, looking into his eyes, and pushing the stray hairs back away from his eyes. 

“You’re still grounded; nothing nasty until you sleep, lover boy,” you smile through the words, and Satoru is certain that his heart stopped right then and there. 

“Yeah yeah whatever, going to sleep now,” he says before rolling onto his side, tugging you close to him, burying his nose into your hair, letting his eyes fall closed as his breaths begin to even out, focusing on the way your chest rises and falls against his. For the first time in entirely too long he falls into a deep sleep, clutching tightly to your frame, oh yeah you were in for it when he woke up. 

#jjk x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #satoru x you #gojo satoru x you #roommate!gojo

[ellionwrites]

1. “You think you’re the only one who can find a date?” Geto paused his inspection of himself to meet Gojo's gaze in the mirror. “Ah, no, sorry. You don't go on dates. You have to know the other person's name for it to count as a date.”

Behind the near black of his sunglasses, Gojo’s eyes widened with exaggerated offense.

“You can’t slut shame anymore, Suguru. It’s 2010,” Gojo teased, as he flopped back on Geto’s bed.

“I’m not slut shaming you. I’m saying you’re not in a position to act like me going on a first date is a scandal."

Gojo tipped his head backwards and leveled Geto with an over-dramatic eye roll. 

He does that to make people notice how pretty his eyes are. 

“It’s not a scandal. It’s…”

Whatever Gojo thought it was was a mystery, because he was uncharacteristically lost for words. 

Despite what Gojo might accuse him of, Geto was not a sex negative person or a prude. 

He was just madly in love with his best-friend-slash-roommate, and every time Satoru stumbled home with his clothes rumpled and his hair fingered through, Geto felt like burning Tokyo to the ground.

It was all the unhinged, unrealistic pining that led Geto to make this plan in the first place.

The Plan: Geto was going to get over his straight, no-strings-sex-only, relationship-phobic best friend.

Step One of The Plan: Find literally anyone else in the entire world that he could think about kissing without wanting to die.

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A month earlier, he’d gone so far as to get a guy’s phone number. He’d popped into a café after a particularly foul curse he’d absorbed – hoping to wash the taste out of his mouth with tea and a pastry – and the barista had such a stark white shock of messy hair that Geto had done a doubletake to make sure Gojo wasn’t fucking around in a coffee shop on some bizarre mission objective.

The barista had been, admittedly, extremely attractive. His hair was bleached, but it suited him, and he had pleasing, well-proportioned features. Working on pure adrenaline and determination, Geto had asked him for his number. The guy had turned beet red but managed to stutter out his info to Geto.

Almost as soon as Geto left the café, though, the little nits and snags started to pop up in his mind.

Obviously, the eyes were all wrong. The shyness wasn’t right. The smile. His voice. He wasn’t tall enough, and his hands didn’t have that same graceful strength.

It was a laundry list of how fake-Satoru was emphatically not Satoru.

Geto wasn’t even all the way down the block before he deleted the barista’s info from his phone.

Now Geto was on attempt number two: a first date with a man who in absolutely no way resembled Satoru Gojo.

His non-Gojo-ness was exactly what prompted Geto to ask the man at the train station for his number. Shota was short, burly, square-faced, and serious. Geto had only clocked the man’s interest by the overly long looks he’d shot him.

At least I'm good at reading people…

“Hey, you should bring her back here,” Gojo said – pulling Geto’s attention back to the present. “We can watch that new horror movie. Human Earthworm.”

…unlike my oblivious best friend.

“Are you seriously asking to be the third wheel on my date?”

Gojo’s face was upside down - his head practically hanging off the end of Geto’s bed. The odd angle must have been what made Gojo’s smile look off.

“You worried she’ll be more interested in your hot roommate?”

Geto shot him an unamused look.

“I don’t know why anyone agrees to sleep with you,” Geto lied. “Your head’s so big, it seems like a crush risk.”

“They can tell I’m killer in bed,” Gojo smirked. “The risk is worth the reward.”

Geto turned away and pulled at the shirt he was wearing. He didn’t totally love it, but he also didn’t care as much as he should about impressing Shota.

It wasn’t as if Geto was about to fall in love with this train station stranger, but if he at least went through the motions, maybe his brain would get with the program and start considering non-Satoru people as potential romantic interests.

“But, seriously, Suguru,” Gojo said as he folded his hands under his head – making the hem of his shirt ride up. “What’s up with this date? I thought you weren’t into that sort of thing.”

Geto’s eyes drew immediately to the sliver of skin above the waistband of Gojo’s slim-fit black joggers. 

The peek of skin couldn’t have been more than an inch wide, but Geto could see twin ridges of definition. The visual set Geto’s mind racing, thinking about the rest of Gojo’s skin.

Damn him for having a nice body.

“I’m trying to make myself get into it,” Geto said, wholly distracted by seeing Gojo’s abs and trying to not let his body get worked up, as if he were still a horny highschooler.

“Ohhh,” Gojo replied, his tone brightening. “I get it.”

Geto’s stomach flopped over as Satoru sprang up.

Did I just out myself?

“What do you get?”

“Nothing,” Geto said with a toothy grin that implied otherwise. “But - just so you know - I like you the way you are, Suguru.”

The idiot part of Geto’s heart – i.e., the whole of it – thumped hopefully.

“If you don’t want to date anyone, don’t date anyone,” Gojo added, cheerily. “I won’t let anyone talk shit about my best friend. I mean, who cares if you’re a virgin?”

Geto’s idiot heart plopped down into his stomach.

Gojo thought he was a crotchety prude who’d rather spend his whole life celibate than have any fun, and he still definitely had Geto squarely in the friend zone.

Obviously you’re in the friendzone, you idiot. He’s straight.

(Complete fic on AO3)

#satosugu #stsg #satosugu fanfic #gojo x geto #satosugu fic #happy ending #mutual pining #slow burn #eventual smut #idiots in love #canon divergent au #fix it fic #alternating pov #roommates #stsg fic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #my writing #my fic

[fulgurbugs]

Fortnite collabs are so unserious glad they’re back tho

#exposing my Fortnite addiction (I play it with my little brothers. and for me sometimes) #idek what this is lmaoo whatever #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #megumi fushiguro #*makes megumi hit the Fortnite griddy while Weezer plays in the backround (just like in the manga) #fanart #myart #doodle time 😎 #yuji isn’t in the shop sad :( #I literally had to FaceTime my roommate to decide if I wanted to get the megumi or nobara skin lmfsoo #might still get her tho I’ll have to sleep on it….

[girliesdecay]

suguru worrying about satoru’s sweet tooth but finding himself unable to deny him candy is my fav hc

#jujutsu kaisen #god pls bring them back #satosugu #they were roommates #satoru gojo x suguru geto #satorugojo #geto suguru #jjk season 2 #jjk manga

[karvakera]

drawing gojo every day as stupid pet memes until THE shibuya incident: day 22

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #meme redraw #my roommate spent half an hour trying to fit a bed trhough our dorm door #we have 3 new holes in our walls now

[kurookawaii]

Strawberry Lip Mask

Gojo Satoru (Roommate!Gojo) x Reader

wc: 1858

You found yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror in the bathroom shared by you and your roommate, Gojo Satoru. It was your self-care day, therefore you were determined to treat yourself, so you had a face mask on and were currently applying a lip mask.

Gojo padded across the hallway, whistling a familiar tune. Hmm? He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing in the bathroom pampering yourself because you had the door wide open.

“What are you up to?” Gojo asked as he walked into the bathroom.

Caught off-guard, you now had an excessive amount of lip mask coating your fingertip. Tch. But you smeared it on your lips anyway. You realised that it was a bad idea. For now, your lips were heavily coated and you realised that you applied way too much.

You turned around to face your roommate, who was at fault for your inconvenience. You pursed your lips and gave him a look that said, ‘I am done with you.’ At this, you saw Gojo tilt his head like a lost puppy. You were seconds away from melting in a puddle due to the man in front of you. But all of a sudden, an idea popped into your mind.

“Satoru,” You chided.

Hearing his name roll off your tongue made him feel giddy in an inexplicable way. He wanted you to repeat it over and over again. You had just begun calling him by his first name after months of pleading from his side.

“Yes?”

He saw your eyes dart towards his lips and this instinctively had him licking his lips. You took a step towards him, and he took a small step backwards. His eyes were wide and with your eyes still on his lips, he knew that he was holding his breath, awaiting your next move.

“Do you want some lip mask? Your lips look pretty chapped.”

“Huh?,” Gojo blinked as his fingers ran across his lips.

“I- uh- Sure?”

Why did the idea of you staring at his lips stir something in the pits of his stomach? What is it that he wanted from you? Why was he being bombarded with thoughts that he never took seriously? Yes, he flirted with you every now and then, but it was never serious. Or so he thought. He was overcome with strange feelings that he was unable to place the source of.

Gojo was never one to sit down with his feelings and dissect them. So he decided to put up a cheeky front and do the one thing that was guaranteed to give him the upper hand. Snapping out of his thoughts, this time he was the one taking a couple of bold steps in your direction.

His head dipped down and he wore a brazen smirk. His choice to discard his usual pair of sunglasses made it harder for you to resist his demeanour. You couldn’t escape his gaze even if you looked away. It was all-consuming.

“Is this the part where you kiss me? Y/n, if you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could’ve just asked.” His voice dipped lower than its usual pitch but it still carried traces of playfulness.

A small gasp escaped your lips. You felt your hands getting slightly clammy. However, you were sick and tired of Gojo having this effect on you. You shoved him away slightly, allowing yourself some space to recollect your thoughts and sanity.

“What is wrong with you? Why do you always do this?” Gojo could sense the irritation in your tone. He decided not to test his luck, and your patience, any further.

He observed your clenched fists and the annoyance plastered all over your face. He gave you a bored look. A moment of silence passed by. With you being the subject of his unwavering gaze, you felt a slight heat creeping up your face. You hoped that he couldn't notice it.

Just when you felt like you didn’t know if you could hold his eyes any longer, he held his hand out, silently gesturing you to hand him the little boxed package that carried your lip mask.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to gauge the sudden shift in his behaviour. Gojo feared he had irritated you to the point of no return, and he wouldn’t want to risk you getting mad at him and throwing him out of your apartment. It was hard enough for him to find someone pleasant to live with who didn’t charge an exorbitant amount of rent.

Gojo registered your lack of action, “What’s up with you? Give me the lip mask,” He reach forward to take the container from you, but your hand instinctively went behind your back, shielding it from him. You both knew that if he really wanted to take it, he would’ve, by now.

“I am sorry if I pissed you off. I’ll apply it myself.” he continued.

“Nuh uh- Sit over here.” You patted the countertop in front of you.

“What? Why?” Gojo asked, but complied nevertheless.

You took in his build for a second. Are you really going to do this? Yes. You carefully moved towards him. He studied every move you made. You could see him visibly stiffen when he realised that you had made your way right in between his legs. Now, with one of your hands on his shoulders, he was really pissed at himself for just noticing your attire.

You had your favourite skimpy shorts on, in which you regularly trotted around the apartment, making things so difficult for him. To make things worse, you had a low-cut t-shirt on which stuck to your chest, making it clear to him that you weren’t wearing a bra. He wondered if this is how you were punishing him for getting on your nerves.

You saw him clench and unclench his jaw and it almost had you squeezing your thighs together. You could feel his taut muscles flex underneath his black t-shirt. You were standing close to him. Too close.

There’s no backing out now.

None of you dared to utter a word. The two of you anticipated what was about to unfold next. Gojo could smell the whiff of the strawberry scent radiating from your lips. He wondered if today was the day when the heavens decide to favour him and allow him to experience what it would be like to taste you. He was now too aware of the distance—or lack thereof—between your bodies. He couldn’t seem to form a single coherent sentence in his mind.

You watched his frame basking in the bathroom light, accentuating his already rich features. You were standing so close to him that you could hear his staggered breaths. You were able to notice the imperfections peppered on his face. You studied his face, and you realised that he was far more beautiful than you ever gave him credit for. Soft white locks cascaded down his face, framing it in a manner that made you envious that you didn't get to cradle his face that way.

You took in every inch of his face. Every curve, every crevice, and his eyes. You felt your confidence waver when he looked at you with such fervour as if he could see right through your soul. You were determined to get back at him for all the times he had you flustered due to his relentless teasing, and flirty antics.

But having him like this, for once, was new for the both of you. Gojo found himself taken aback because he never expected you to act like this. He enjoyed riling you up and getting a reaction out of you. But he was never prepared for what would happen if the tables were to turn.

Your eyes and lips were the only features clearly visible to him as the rest of your face was concealed by the facemask. He could see his reflection in your eyes. Everything in his periphery blurred away as he considered you as the sole subject of his attention. He swore he felt the time slow down, and for the time being, it was just the two of you.

His eyes searched for something in yours, and they widened when he felt the hand that was on his shoulder, now gently cupping his jaw. In comparison to his warm face, your fingertips felt ice cold. Your fingers stroked the hairs on his nape and he was glad that he was sitting on the counter. His knees would have given up on him if he was standing.

You held his gaze whilst brushing a finger on your lips, gathering the extra lip mask. He swallowed loudly, hoping that it would go unnoticed by you. It wasn’t hard to ignore. You chuckled at his reaction and his eyes hungrily followed your every move. You lightly pressed onto the side of his neck and then swiped the remaining lip mask on his lips. He let out a gasp, and before he could process what just happened, you did it again. Now, you dabbed his lips, making sure that every corner was covered.

The sensation of your soft fingertips on his lips sent his mind into overdrive. He felt compelled to grab your waist, pull you into him, and kiss you dumb. But he forced himself to dismiss the idea because the two of you were supposed to be just friends. But then again, are friends supposed to be losing their minds, questioning the blurring of boundaries between them?

“All done!” you took a step back as you admired your work. Although your heart was racing a thousand miles per hour, a smirk made its way across your face when you realised that the tips of his ears had turned a bright shade of crimson.

Now that you had put a considerable amount of distance between the two of you, Gojo missed your burning touch on his jaw. He wished that he could’ve savoured this moment for a little longer.

“You- you could have just given me the lip mask Y/n! I could- I could’ve applied it myself, you know?” Gojo stuttered while looking away. He refused to meet your eyes. He thought the switchboard was the most fascinating object in this cramped-up space you shared.

“Yeah, I mean I could have,” You started making your way out of the bathroom as you passed by his frame in your periphery.

“-but this was more fun.” You turned around just as you were about to exit and gave him a wink.

“Plus the one that makes the mess, is responsible for cleaning it up, you know?” You quipped before disappearing into the hallway.

You clutched your chest as soon as you were out of Gojo’s sight. What have I done?

Gojo scrambled to his feet and faced the mirror. He was met with his blown-out pupils. You did absolutely nothing and yet you left such a profound effect on him. What the hell was that?

He raised a hand to brush his cheeks, now a shade of scarlet. Gojo did not like losing. He was determined to make sure that the two of you were even.

Just you wait.

a/n: hi babies, this was my very first time posting here and my first attempt at writing something like this. this was purely self indulgent 😭 i obviously will get better as i continue writing. but please bear w me, ily guys 😽

#gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #roommates #roommate!gojo x reader #friends to lovers #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #tension #gojo x you #jujutsu x reader #slow burn #mutual pining #idiots to lovers #and they were roommates

[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS - SATORU GOJO

m.list | part 1 | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

℘. gojo loves talking about people and so do you. you could spend hours gossiping about that couple from the apartment next door that keeps fighting about the husband cheating, stalking gojo's coworkers and students' instagrams and making fun of their faces on their profile pictures and posts, and he literally goes into a fit of laughter and cannot stop for 10 minutes

℘. you cannot convince me otherwise, gojo has a foot fetish. he loves kissing your feet, massaging them and when you mock him for it, he bites your toe as a revenge

℘. he sings every song stuck in his head out loud for the pleasure of your ears 😍

℘. btw he leaves the restroom's door open and he sings here too, he is taking a dump and singing "baby shark dududududu baby shark dudududud baby shark"

℘. gojo is an ipad kid in the body of an adult, his screen is DISGUSTING and he has his volume on the max all the time, he could be at the other end of the house and you would still hear his tik tok

℘. drools in his sleep and on his plushies. yes gojo has plushies and they stink because of his drool😍 also he snores VERY loudly during the night but thankfully he stops at some point

℘. he eats like a pig, he loves his cereals in the morning but spills milk on his outfit and has to change. eventually you taught him how to iron because you were tired of doing it for him

℘. oh and he was a spoiled kid so he has no idea how to do chores, before you two moved in together, his apartment was a pigsty but you cleaned it up for him because you felt bad, you wanted him to be comfortable in his home<3

℘. he ended up hiring a maiden and a butler, he did not like the idea of his princess having to do chores. he pays them a lot because he admires the patience, the dedication cleaning and cooking require but still cannot be arsed to do it himself

℘. thanks to you he stopped smelling like a dead rat. he loves seeing you naked showering with you so now he takes shower every day and even asks to go bathe so he can cuddle with you naked while you clean each other

℘. little flora bonus : your room with gojo<3 (yes it's his dirty socks and clothes)

thanks to @discogojo for the shower headcanon<3

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[jgetawaycar]

I just know Gojo has thrown it back whilst yelling "shawty had them apple bottom jeans" at the top of his lungs all the while Suguru was trying to sleep, argue w a wall

#roommates au yes. #come to think of it #i bet satoru has also sung call me maybe in front of a mirror w a hairbrush #and i ALSO bet suguru secretly records these for obvious personal reasons #cuties they are #hcs are my sole will to live atm #satoru gojo #suguru geto #satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #hidden inventory arc

[celestie0]

If you had to live with one of the jjk men for a month who would it be?

GOJO AND IM SMASHIN IT EVERRYDDAAAYYYYYY wbu

#ok but gojo wld actually be a super fun roommate #hed play mariokart w you and also i bake a lot n i know he’d eat everything i bake looool #we’d be hella roomies that fuck tho #gojo satoru #asks

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni

pervy roommate!gojo, who palms himself through his sweats on your movie nights after you have fallen asleep right next to him.

pervy roommate!gojo, who keeps borrowing your panties. every day since you moved in, he has jerked off with a pair of your delicates and the thought of your sweet tight wet cunt.

pervy roommate!gojo, who listens in on you touching yourself. sometimes right behind your door, where he might even, if he's lucky, catch a glimpse of you. sometimes in his room, ear against the wall, trying to match your pace.

pervy roommate!gojo, who has also recorded your muffled whimpers and moans and uses that, along with your instagram pictures, to get off.

pervy roommate!gojo, who tries to touch you on every possible moment. you're cooking in the kitchen? he just happens to need something from the cabinet above your head and he'll trap you between the counter and himself, one hand comfortably on your waist. you dropped something and are bending over to get it? he's suddenly right behind you, admiring the view. you're trying to get something from the highest shelf but can't reach? he's trying to take a peek under your shirt, under your skirt, whatever you might be wearing before offering you his help.

pervy roommate!gojo, who cums into your used panties and takes a picture of his masterpiece.

pervy roommate!gojo, who goes to your room to touch himself. he lays down, presses his face into your pillow and humps the bed. even though he does clean up after himself, he sometimes fantasizes about you finding his mess.

pervy roommate!gojo, who once in a while does leave a surprise for you in the shower. you still haven't said anything about it. and he likes to think about you having to clean it up with a flushed face and wide eyes.

pervy roommate!gojo, who once sent you one of his nudes and claimed it was by accident. you couldn't look him in the eye for a week and he thought you looked absolutely adorable.

pervy roommate!gojo, who cherishes the fact that you haven't brought anyone back to your place. he thinks you might be a virgin.

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

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[peachygelic]

ROOMMATE ROMP.

Summary

《Gojo has a crush on you, his roommate. When he finally decides to make a move, you don't knock him out like he expected you would. Instead, things get a little…heated.》

You sweep and hum along to the music that's blaring through your headphones, successfully abusing your eardrums.

I'll never call you out on it because let's face it, you're less grumpy when listening to music. Your brows lose the constant furrow they have between them and your lips lift into a microscopic smile instead of a harshly set line.

I've known you for over a year and have only seen you smirk once. I refuse to call it a smile because it happened the first time you met Nanami.

But Iooking at you, I can't blame the broody blonde for magically becoming a comedian when he's around you. You're absolutely breathtaking.

Always dressed in bohemian fashion like right now, you're wearing a long nude skirt with abstract patterns on it and a slit, a jade corset hugs your waist paired with a strapless top that I think is the same colour as your skirt. I'm not 100% certain because I don't allow myself to look long enough. The corset stops just under your bust and pushes up your breasts. When you kneel down to scoop up some dirt, I force my eyes to drift to your face instead.

High cheekbones, plump lips, dark captivating eyes and luxurious hair.

You stand and walk towards the bin to throw the dirt out. As you do, your skirt whisks along with the sway of your hips as if it's taunting me.

And when you bend to put the dustpan down, I'm slower to take my gaze off the curve of your ass.

"Why are you looking at me like you're plotting ways to kill me?" My eyes snap up and I'm surprised to find yours already on me, looking through the mirror before you.

I'm stunned for a few more moments before replying. "I'm not plotting," I pause for a beat. "To kill you."

You quirk an eyebrow but don't say anything else as you heave yourself up and grab a cloth to wipe down the kitchen counter. You then increase the volume of your headphones.

I grab my drink from the coffee table and finish it off in two large gulps because Lord knows I'm going to need liquid courage for what I'm about to do.

Your POV.

What exactly is he planning to do?

Dammit, maybe keeping the fact that I can hear thoughts or "read minds" as some people say was not a good idea after all.

I keep it a secret because firstly, I don't want people to be extra cautious around me and secondly, it's honestly interesting to look into people's minds sometimes.

Well, the definition "interesting" varies from good to bad depending on the person.

But Gojo Satoru…well he's a special case.

His thoughts almost never correspond with his actions. Like last week for instance when we were at a cafe. He thought about ordering an iced caramel macchiato but ended up choosing a steaming cup of bitter black coffee instead.

Because of my music, I don't hear him approaching, but being his roommate for over a year makes it easy for me to sense him. My hackles raise at the same moment that I feel his body heat behind me.

His infinity is off.

I stop wiping down the counter and reach up to tug my earphones off.

I then crank my neck to look at him and I realize with a start that he took his blindfold off as I meet his striking blue eyes.

His pupils are blown and his eyes swirl with heat as he gazes down at me.

Please don't kill me. I hear him mutter in his head.

I don't have time to question him because I damn near melt into a puddle when he dips his head and his lips meet mine.

I unconsciously let out a sound that sounds embarrassing even to my ears but Gojo's chest rumbles against my back with a hum of approval in response.

I taste his expensive whiskey on his lips and that gives me enough strength to abruptly draw away from him.

I'm not someone who's against of having casual sex, especially with him, but there's no way I'm doing this if he's drunk.

As if he has my mind reading power he says "I barely finished a glass, I'm okay. "

He puts his hands on my waist and twists me around to face him. My throat works when I feel his hot length on my lower stomach.

I find myself leaning closer to him despite myself and he blows out a ragged breath and runs his lips over my neck in small teasing pecks.

Then he says my name, right next to my ear, in a low, whiny and desperate tone. And fuck if that doesn't chip away the last bit of my resolve.

I don't know who moves first but our lips clash again and my hands are rummaging through his platinum hair and clutching him closer while his larger ones are palming my ass and lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Gojo grinds his hips into me and hungrily swallows my moan with his bruising kiss.

When he starts walking to his room I'm happy that I'm not standing anymore because I would have probably collapsed.

Gojo's POV

Holy shit I can't believe this is happening. I made a move almost 80% sure you would slap me across the face.

Instead your soft thighs are around my waist and your fingers pleasurably rake over my scalp. You break away from me again and before I can chase your lips or even beg you not to stop, your lips drop to my neck.

Fuck.

I kick my door open and almost laugh when you squeak as I toss you onto the bed.

You draw yourself up to your elbows and your eyes narrow as you prepare to cuss me out.

But as I crawl up your body your eyes widen and you sink onto your back again.

In a blur of movement, I untie your corset and jerk your shirt off. In between there somewhere, you took my shirt off too and we both look at each other with barely contained hunger.

You reach up to run your hand up my abs at the same time that I squeeze your black lace clad breast.

We release twin gasps and I hook my fingers into the waistband of your skirt. I pull it down slowly, taking time to admire your curves.

When the skirt is off, I stand at the foot of the bed and undo my pants.

You drink in every move, from when I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and tug them down. When I stand completely bare, your dark eyes nearly look black with how dilated your pupils are.

I crawl over you again and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. I groan at the sight of your bare breasts and reach out and squeeze your perked nipple between my fingers.

A moan bursts from your plump lips and that sound, that fucking sound makes me drop to my knees, literally.

I wrap my hands around the tops of your thighs and pull you to the edge of the bed. Fisting one side of the thin lacy fabric hugging your hips and I tear it away from your body, unraveling you like a perfect gift that you are.

I see your eyes widen but I don't give you time to mourn for your shredded underwear when I dip my head.

A purely primal sound echoes through my room and I don't know if it came from you, me or both of us.

You see, I'm usually a man who takes his time, first kissing someone's inner thighs until they're drenching the sheets beneath them and writhing with need at the most gentle of caresses. However, you don't even need to be teased because you're already doing all of that.

Everywhere that my tongue traces emits a different sound from you.

When I lick a wet strip up your slit, you moan wantonly, when I delve my tongue into you, you gasp and shudder against me. But my favorite sound is when I circle your clit because that's when you reach a hand out to clutch my hair and I think you're conflicted with whether you want to push me away or draw me closer.

After a small jut of your hips upwards, it's obvious that you chose the latter. You tug me towards you and I slip my hand under you to grasp a handful of your ass and bring you impossibly closer.

"Gojo. Oh my god. " Your voice is strained and your body whines up with tension. My mouth moves fervently over your cunt and you tug at my hair hard enough to hurt, hell it does hurt but it also sends a jolt through my aching cock. I've ignored it for this long but as your moans rise in pitch it throbs with need.

My hand moves to your entrance and I feel you squeeze your thighs around my ears at the same time you clench around my fingers.

A few strokes has you panting and I can tell that you're close. I stand up without breaking the connection and attack your lips with mine.

I remove my fingers from your cunt and your protest dies off into a choked mewl when I ease my cock into you.

The change in size seems to do it because your back arches and a harsh cry tears from your throat.

Your POV

It's definitely sensory overload at this point. His lewd thoughts ringing in my ears, his moans of pleasure and oh there's also the fact that his hips are basically driving me into the mattress.

His strokes are slow but also hard and he grinds against me with each thrust, rubbing deliciously right against my clit.

The feeling would've been amazing if he had given me time to float back to earth after a mind numbing orgasm but he didn't stop. Didn't even miss a beat. So it's more overwhelming than anything else.

My nails scrape over every inch of skin on his back and I feel his muscles flex under my touch and our chests are pressed together so tightly that not even the thinnest piece of paper could wedge between us.

His chiseled chest rubs against my nipples and I can feel the rapid thump of our hearts beating in tandem.

Gojo's breathing is picking up and those moans that he was trying to keep in are becoming more and more prominent.

They sound so sexy, I just have to hear more. So I clasp my hand around the back of his neck and make our mouths meet fully in a clash of tongues and teeth. I lock my legs tighter around him and ground my hips upwards in time with his thrust.

Gojo's whimper is a sweet broken sound that I devour like a gluttonous animal.

Fuck I need to hear that again.

I loosen my legs and place both hands on his shoulders so I can push up against him. Again as if he has my power, he rolls over onto his back with no complaint.

I raise myself up and slowly impale myself onto his cock. Every inch -there were a lot of them- is imposing and it's almost like I'm being molded to make space for him. His cock nudges against spots that I didn't even know existed.

I'm not the only one affected by the change of position though. With my hands now resting on Satoru's chest I can feel as it moves up and down even faster and he huffs a mint and whiskey infused breath my way.

He says my name again. Each syllable rolling off his tongue like heated butter and I feel my wetness dip down to create even more of a mess where our bodies are connected.

Gojo thrusts up to meet me halfway and just like that, my confident pace turns into jerky rocks of my hips. One of the hands he had tightly holding my hips moves down to rub quick circles over my pulsing clit.

I can feel the shift of when our fucking goes from slow and passionate to a heated frenzy as we both chase our highs.

"Fuck," Satoru groans in between leaving hot open mouthed kisses along my neck. "How do you feel so good?"

"Could say the same for you." I retort back breathlessly and feel his lips pull up into a smile against my neck

"Is that you admitting that you like how my cock feels inside you?" I shiver when he flicks his tongue over my earlobe and slam myself down onto him harder as I feel the wave of my second orgasm approaching.

But then Gojo takes my earlobe between his teeth and bites hard enough to make me grunt.

"Well if you won't admit it, I will." His fingers somehow move faster over my clit. " I love the way you wrap around me. " He licks at my ear again and it forces a moan out of me. "The sounds you make." My nails dig into his chest. "How you're unconsciously marking me." I look down to see red streaks over the smooth muscles and I must be crazy because it gives me some sort of messed up satisfaction. "I don't think I could get enough of your lips." He makes our lips meet for a chaste kiss to stress his statement. "And I know damn well that this isn't the last time this is happening. "

I retract from him at that.

Isn't this just some casual sex because he's bored or something?

Gojo must notice the turmoil I'm going through because he reaches one hand to trace over my jaw.

The touch is so… intimate. And yes, it's weird that him touching my face is more intimate than his cock pumping into me but it is.

There's no going back now. I hear him murmur in his head as he pulls me into a toe curling kiss and I feel the tremors clawing into my spine and making my muscles tense up.

Gojo's thrusts become more desperate and he gasps against my mouth. The squelching sounds that our bodies make as they meet over and over again are probably crude enough to make the devil himself blush.

"I'm gonna-" My words break off into the loudest moan yet. My vision dazes out into stars and my body shudders wildly.

"Come? '' Gojo supplies breathlessly but his mock has less power because he throbs inside me and I will my vision to clear up enough to see him throw his head back in ecstasy.

He whimpers and his body shakes under me as he empties himself in me and I clench repeatedly as he milks himself through his orgasm.

When we both come down, we are clinging to each other in a mess of sweat and cum.

After a few minutes, I roll off of him and head to the joint bathroom to relieve and clean myself up.

When I'm finished and look over to the door leading back into Gojo's room a sudden wave of anxiety crashes into me.

What if things are awkward after this?

And why does the thought of things being different between us make a knot form in my stomach?

There's a small knock on the door and the knot twists nervously.

"Come in." I say in a voice that sounds too small, too timid to be mine.

When the door opens and Satoru walks in, I barely contain the gasp that threatens to tear from me.

His hair is disheveled and his lips are swollen. Red lines decorate his neck and they run down his chest and stop just above the waistband of the shorts that he wore before coming in.

My legs move on their own accord but he grasps my wrists before I can touch the scars and he tugs me into a hug instead.

Don't. I hear the whisper of a thought.

"I just had the best night of my life please don't ruin it with unwarranted guilt."

My fingers trace over his back and when I feel the raised skin there, I can't keep the words in, " But I hurt you."

Wordlessly, he intertwines our fingers together and walks me to the full length mirror.

I've never been ashamed of my body but with him standing behind me and looking at me the way he is, I can't help the blush that rushes to my cheeks.

Then Gojo turns my head to the side and my eyebrows quirk at the deep purple spots on my skin. I sigh when he dips his head and nips at the one on my collarbone.

"Did I hurt you? " He asks after delivering a soft peck to soothe over his bites.

I hum as I think about the vibrant marks on my skin and the particularly raw feeling between my thighs. "Only in the best ways." I reply and his breath huffs against my neck as he chuckles. I can't help but smile at the sound.

Gojo lifts his head and when his eyes land on me they soften.

I think this is the first time I've seen you smile.

His thought almost makes me roll my eyes.

"That's an exaggeration, I always smile."

Uh oh.

I feel like bashing my head against a very hard surface as soon as the words pass my lips.

Gojo perks up and I see his eyes gleam brighter with realization.

"Oh?" I mentally curse." I think you have some explaining to do, yes? "

I feel his arms tighten around me and he presses his hardening cock against my ass and digs his fingers into my hips.

This time I curse out loud.

"Fuck, it's gonna be a long night isn't it?" Gojo grins and he looks so devilishly handsome it should be illegal.

"Don't you always tell me to not ask questions that I already know the answers to?" He drawls and in what seems like one move, his hand reaches down to cup my aching pussy, he pulls me even closer to him and pumps two slender fingers into me.

God I'm going to die.

Staring right at damn my reflection too.

~~

[A/N]

Um. Hi there👀

I'm reflectively new on there, and this was a one-shot that I wrote on ao3. I thought, "Why the hell not?" and decided to post it on here too.

Sooooo, I hope you enjoyed it, and I pray that I get time to write more when uni doesn't have me by the neck😭

But until then, comments, likes and reblogs are much appreciated, and I'd like to think I'm friendly, so don't be timid to interact with me.

Love, Peaches.

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[sharpietm]

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