Gojo Satoru Relationship Headcanons
“it’ll be fine. i’m the strongest there is after all.”
hey i’m back from a somewhat lengthy hiatus! if you couldn’t tell, i got the chance to watch jjk hence this post lol but i hope you guys enjoy this <33 i’ll post aot content soon!
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— asshole but would give you the entire world type of boyfriend, and before you question this let me clarify what i mean.
— i say that gojo satoru is an asshole because he would definitely be the type of boyfriend to fart under the covers and then proceed to trap you under the covers as well while laughing all amused.
— but do not get me wrong, gojo satoru does indeed have his wholesome and romantic moments as well. for example, he would be the type of boyfriend to always ask about your day and genuinely listen to you with the biggest adoration and love in his eyes. whatta man.
— jokes so much and uses SO many pick up lines around you
— gojo’s love language is definitely physical touch as this man will literally find every and any way to cling into you 24 mf 7. non-sexually and sexually.
— the big spoon in bed, no doubt. with his position as one of the most powerful sourcers, he needs to hold you as it gives him this sense of protection over you. it’s mores of a fear honestly, he just needs to know that you’re still there even with all the dark shit in the world.
— sucker for head scratches, literally will bust on the spot every time you run you fingers through his soft-white hair.
— doesn’t mind PDA, in fact he probably loves it due to the fact that you get majorly flustered.
— if you want to pursue a life as a jujutsu sourcer or stay as one, then he is not against it but just know that everyday he lives with the fear that you will be gone just like many of the sourcers he has known within his life and because of that, he will make you train with him frequently.
— speaking of training, gojo would literally train shirtless with you sometimes just to see you become flustered. especially when he finds a way to trip you so his hot and sweaty body is hovering over yours, with his abs on full display. 🤰🏻 what a cocky piece of shit.
— because of his position, gojo has a busy schedule but he will still find a way to make time for you no matter what because he loves you that much
— definitely showers with you
— if you want kids then i can definitely picture him as the father of one son; would also be a great and goofy father
— pet names for you would be “love”, “baby”, and “bae”, with the occasional “idiot” and “dumbass”
— has a picture of you as his lock screen and it never fails to make his stomach flutter whenever he opens his phone 🥺
— also has a bunch of ugly pictures of you like you snoring and uses it as blackmail 😐
— THIGH man !! literally worships them.
— if you refuse to kiss him, he will literally grab your face and make out with you on the spot pls give this man his kisses
— if you ever tell him how much you love his eyes then believe me when i tell you that this man will fall in love 10x harder with you
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— breeding kink. loves to see his cum oozing out of you because it reminds him that you’re his and vice versa. also because he wants a family with you one day
— remember how i said that gojo takes showers with you? yeah expect shower sex like every day because of how horny this mf can be.
— favorite position is doggy, he absolutely adores you bouncing on his cock and the pretty faces you make for him <33
— slight choking kink? idk i can see him getting turned on whenever his slender fingers are lightly gripped around your throat
— his stamina is unmatched and honestly inhumane as he could literally go through so many rounds and still be down for more so pray for yourself 😵😵
— overstimulation is also hot to him, he likes to see you squirming as he fucks you stupid
— favorite place to cum is inside you, and if you don’t want that then it’s fine as he’ll be content with cumming on your thighs
— his aftercare is okay as he’ll flop beside you with one arm around your waist when you guys are done and just lay there for a while. he’ll still help you clean yourself and will run a shower and possibly have more rounds with you ;) with you if you feel too sweaty and gross
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Back to You ❀ Miya Atsumu
Pairing: Miya Atsumu x f!reader
Summary: Atsumu and his high school sweetheart ended things on a shaky note when she left for college out of the country and he stayed back to pursue volleyball. Never fully receiving closure, she comes back after school and runs into none other than Miya Atsumu himself.
Word count: 3.8k
Tags/Warnings: past lovers to lovers, Atsumu is total simp, smut, oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, marking, spitting, hair pulling, reader on bc, cream pie, overstim, and anything else I missed. Minors DNI!
Thank you to my lovely beta readers miss Keri and Sophie! I love you guys so much 🥺🥺🥺
She stood at the doorstep of the Miya residence, waiting for Atsumu to open the door, excitedly. The door opened and Atsumu stood there with a big grin on his face as he engulfed her in a hug.
“Right on time,” he said, kissing her hair and inhaling her scent. He always loved the smell of her shampoo.
“I’m always on time ‘Tsumu, you know that.” She giggled and they went inside, Atsumu shutting the door behind him.
“My parents are out and so is Samu, so it’s just us.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her before grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder. She let out a little squeal as he took them to his room, her smacking his butt playfully and jokingly saying to be let down.
A little while after they cleaned themselves up from their —activities— she laid across Tsumu’s lap as the movie played on the TV. He twisted her hair in his fingers and rubbed her arm. She sat up a bit and looked at him seriously.
“Baby. I need to talk to you.”
“Oh no. Yer not breakin’ up with me, are ya?”
“No, no. Of course not, baby.” She grabbed his hands and squeezed. “I got accepted into college overseas.”
He stared at her for a moment before pulling his hands away from her, running his hands through his hair.
“Whatta ‘bout here?”
“‘Tsumu, you know it’s my dream to study overseas. That doesn’t mean we have to break up. We can do long distance. That is if you want to.”
“Ya know it never works out.” He answered, looking away from her.
“I haven’t even left. You don’t even know if it won’t work out. You haven’t even given it a chance.”
“So yer going? For sure?”
“Why would I pass up a chance to go overseas?”
“Then leave.”
“‘Tsumu…”
“Ya don’t wanna be here. So leave.”
She reached out to him and he pulled away from her. She felt the tears start to well up in her eyes and she wiped them away with the heels of her hands.
“Baby, you’re not even excited for me? If you got this chance, I’d be so happy for you. Of course I’d be upset but I would still support you.”
“Just leave.” Atsumu repeated. The tears fell down her face as she got up and grabbed her things. She went to the front door, ignoring his feet shuffling after her, and grabbed the door handle, stopping before turning the knob.
“So that’s it. You don’t want to even give us a chance?”
He stayed silent, his watery eyes fixed on her. When he said nothing and didn't move to stop her, she let out a huff. "So be it. Goodbye Atsumu."
The door slammed shut behind her as he let her walk out the door.
The following month until graduation had been hell for both of them. Neither of them spoke to each other, both too prideful and stubborn to reach out. Both waiting for the other to break first. But neither did.
“Ya know, yer stupid for letting her go.” Osamu said, sitting with his brother while their parents talked with one of the party guests.
“She was the one who chose to leave.”
“And ya didn’t even give her a chance. You just dumped ‘er. She’s leaving today.”
“How do you know?” Atsumu snapped his head to his brother.
Osamu shrugged. “She was my friend before she started dating yer dumbass.”
Atsumu pondered for a moment before letting his face drop. “It’s too late now. She doesn’t want to talk to me or see me. She didn’t even reach out when she left.”
“She was waitin for ya. And yer a jerk.” Osamu said, pushing his brother. “Ya didn’t even congratulate her. Ya were the first person she told and ya weren’t even excited for her.”
“That’s not true. Of course I was excited for her. I was just in shock. How was I supposed to act?”
“Hug and kiss her and tell how amazing she is. But no. Ya told ’er to leave. And she’s just as stubborn and hard-headed as ya so she did. And now ya lost her. But yer the one who has to deal with being a selfish prick. Not me.”
“Shut yer trap, Samu!” Atsumu said, raising his voice a bit. Some people looked at him funny but he ignored them, clenching his hands by his sides.
“Way to cause a scene.” Osamu said, goading him on. “She didn’t deserve ya anyways. Real asshole, ya were.”
Atsumu grabbed Osamu by the shirt and pushed him against the wall. Party goers around them gasped at the sudden commotion.
“Ya know nothing about what we had. So shut up, Osamu!” He yelled in his brother’s face. Their parents came over and broke up the fight before anything else could happen. Atsumu was sent to their room while Osamu was sent outside, and he stalked there, slamming the door behind him with his anger.
Atsumu sighed and pulled his phone out, staring down at the picture. His Lock Screen never changed from a picture of her—. In the picture, she wore a huge smile on her face, excited from their impromptu beach trip. He thought she looked so beautiful that day, the way her dress flowed around her, her hair in a perfect braid. He unlocked his phone and opened his messages. He debated on sending her a message for a bit before finally sending a message that said:
‘I’m sorry if it seemed I wasn’t happy for you when you told me about school. I am happy for ya. Just didn’t know how to process it. I still love ya and I hope ya enjoy college.’
Tears ran down her face when she checked her message one last time after she boarded the plane. She knew it was best to not respond to him and start anew, but it was so hard to ignore it when all she wanted to do was forgive him and try again. Her fingers hovered over the delete button, but she couldn't find the courage; instead, she promised herself not to answer him when she landed, leaving the past in the past.
That was the last time Atsumu heard from her.
Over the course of 4 years, she had completed her degree in Exercise Science and couldn’t wait to go back home to start her career. Always wanting to be an athletic trainer, she studied hard in California. She had even met someone from Japan named Iwaizumi Hajime who was also going to school for athletic training, him being a year ahead of her. Once Hajime left, she had a year to go before she could go back home.
Her and Hajime kept in contact over the year, him getting a job for a volleyball team back in Japan. She cringed when he said volleyball as she never fully got over her stupid ex. She never heard from him again after that day and chose not to reach out herself. But that didn’t mean she didn’t think of him every now and then, not being able to delete his final message to her. She pushed her thoughts of him aside every time he came into her mind, focusing on her studies and career instead of dwelling on the past.
When it was time to go back home, she excitedly saw all her friends from before, Osamu being one of them. He never spoke of Atsumu to her, not wanting to hurt her feelings. She was super excited to find out he opened an onigiri shop, which made sense given how much he always loved talking about food. She sat in the little shop eating her onigiri while happily talking to Osamu about her time in America, excitedly explaining about her new job offer.
“Hajime gave me a great recommendation! I start Monday,” she said, taking a bite of the ongiri.
“First name basis with this Hajime, hmm?” Osamu said, teasing her a bit.
She rolled her eyes. “He’s just a friend. A really good one too. You know this, stupid.”
“I’m just teasing. Are ya a trainer for a specific team?” She shrugged.
“I’ll find out Monday.”
Monday morning, she adjusted her skirt and shirt and entered the door to the big gymnasium. Iwaizumi instructed her where to go and where he would be. She nervously chewed the inside of her cheeks as she heard gym sneakers squeaking on the gym floor. She poked her head into the gym and saw the volleyball team practicing. She saw Iwaizumi talking to a player and she made her way over to him, stopping dead in her tracks when she heard a familiar voice.
“Watch out!” Atsumu yelled at the girl who walked in, not recognizing who it was. Iwaizumi moved to get the ball away from her but she put her arm up and was able to stop it. All eyes were on her as she quickly made her way over to Iwaizumi before Atsumu could see her face, but it was too late. He’d recognize her face anywhere—the girl he constantly tried to replace, the one who got away. He watched as she spoke to Iwaizumi like they were old friends, slightly jealous at their interaction.
“Tsum-Tsum, why are you staring at the new girl?” Bokuto asked, making Atsumu snap out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah. Do you know her?” Hinata bounced from behind Bokuto. They all intently waited for Atsumu to answer before he turned away from her and went back to grab a ball.
“No… No I don’t.”
Practice continued and she was introduced as the second athletic trainer for the team. Atsumu tried not to stare at her but he couldn't help it. She was even more beautiful than before. The curve of her hips, the way her hair fell around her shoulders, the way her breasts were plumper.
‘Stop thinking about her,’ Atsumu growled to himself as he was doing a rep in the gym.
The team had a weight day while Hajime and her helped everyone with their forms. She stayed far away from him as she helped the other players. Once the group finished, Atsumu rushed to talk to her before she left.
“Hey, can we talk?” He asked, grabbing her arm.
She jerked away from him. “No.”
He looked defeated as she walked away, choosing to leave her alone for the time being. Her fist balled up as she went to the athletic room, leaning against the door. Of all the people to work with, of all the people to be around, it had to be Atsumu.
A month passed and she avoided Atsumu at all costs. She only spoke to him when absolutely necessary, which fortunately was rare; Iwaizumi always tried to be the one to help him instead of her. Atsumu did try to talk to her and try to get her alone, but she would dodge him every time. It wasn't until Atsumu fell on his ankle awkwardly during practice one day while Iwaizumi was out sick that she was forced to talk to him. He sat on the table as he waited for her to come in. The door opened and she walked in, a slight scowl on her face as she saw him sitting, waiting for her.
“Hi,” Atsumu started.
“Take your shoe off,” she responded, ignoring his ‘hi’. She wanted this to be strictly professional. Nothing more.
“Sheesh. Don’t even get a hi back.” He mumbled under his breath as he took his shoe and sock off. There was slight swelling on the side of his ankle. She put gloves on and started to look at his injury, him slightly wincing as she bent and moved it. One particular move had him yelping and pulling away from her.
“Still a wimp, I see.”
“Ya don’t gotta be so rough,” he snapped back at her.
“It’s just a sprain. You don’t have to be a wimp about it.”
“I am not a wimp.” She snorted at his comment and he narrowed his eyes at her. “What’s so funny?”
“You’ve always been a wimp, Miya. That part of you hasn’t changed.” She spat, grabbing his foot and pulling it towards her again. “Now be a good boy and sit still while I wrap this so you can leave.”
He held his tongue from saying something smart back. He knew she was taking jabs at him from before, and he knew he deserved it. He sat still as she wrapped his ankle nice and tight in the compression wrap and then stood up, taking her gloves off.
“You are free to leave.” She said, going to the desk in the corner and sitting down, her back towards him. He put his sock and shoe back on before he hopped off the table. “And staring is rude.”
He looked away from her, mumbling something under his breath about how she knew he was staring. He got off the table and walked over to the desk as she let out a huff.
“I said you can leave.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Fine then, I’ll leave.” She stood up and made her way to the door. A tug on her wrist pulled her back and she glared at him. “Let me go.”
“Not until we talk.”
“What’s there to talk about, Miya?”
“Ya know we have a lot to talk about.” The look in his eye was fierce and held determination.
“Actually, no. We don’t. You made it very very very clear to me that day you told me to leave, that we don’t need to talk.” She pulled her arm from his grip and made her way to the door again. She yelped when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the door, caging her in with his arms.
“Yer still stubborn as ever, I see.”
“Let me leave.”
“No. I won’t let ya walk away from me again.”
“Why? It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Dammit. Stop it!” He snapped, and she shrunk a bit at his tone. “Yer not leavin’ me again.”
“Please….” she said in a small whisper. “Don’t do this to me again.”
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for back then. I’m stupid, I know. I shoulda gone after ya. I shoulda called ya. I shoulda done somethin’ other than what I did. But I can’t change the past. I can only change now. Please. Please let me make it up to you. I won’t screw up again. Not like I did the last time.”
Atsumu couldn’t read her face as she scrunched her eyebrows together. He saw her lip quivering before she harshly shoved him away.
“Do you know how awful I felt? Do you know how awful it was to have my boyfriend not be happy for me? The one person I was excited to tell. The one person who I thought was going to be happy for me, completely rejecting me. Do you know how that felt Atsumu? No. No, you fucking don’t. Because all you thought of was your selfish ass!”
“No, I didn’t think of yer feelings! I was selfish. I just want to make it up to ya!”
He stood there waiting for her to say something more. The look on her face was pure anger as they both made their way over to each and latched onto each other’s lips. They hungrily fought for dominance as his hand went into her hair and gave it a harsh tug. She half gasped, half moaned at the pull before his lips attached themselves to her neck. She moaned loudly as he sucked and nipped at the spot he was all too familiar with. He maneuvered her to the table and pushed her down so she was laying flat on her back, her legs spread open as he moved in between them. He stood up and removed his shirt before going to hers and pulling it over her head, leaving her in her bra.
“God, yer more beautiful than before,” he said, pulling the front of her bra down and attacking her breasts. She moaned again as she arched her back, wanting more from him. Her hand made its way to his hair and she pulled harshly, earning a groan.
She yanked him up, smashing their lips together again. His hands came up to grope her breasts, his thumb and pointer finger rolling her hard nipples between the pads. He pulled away from the kiss and left sloppy, open mouth kisses down her neck, to her chest then down her stomach until they stopped at her skirt. He flipped it up and ripped her panties off of her; he could see the arousal built up from him just kissing her. He stood up again before pulling her skirt down, leaving her completely bare for him.
“I’m never letting ya go. Not like last time. Yer mine,” he growled.
He spit on her pussy before getting on his knees at the end of the table and sticking his tongue into her awaiting hole. She shrieked at the feeling of him assaulting her. His tongue slowly dragged up to her clit and she jolted forward as it lapped up her juices. She could just sense the smug look on his face as he spelled ‘Miya Atsumu’ on her clit, claiming her as his once again. His hand trailed up her thighs as he circled one of his fingers around her hole before pushing a finger in her.
One hand gripped the edge of the table while the other made its way into his hair, sinking deep in his locks. His other hand pulled her hips forward towards him more as he added another finger. The scissoring motion he did had her seeing stars as she could sense the feeling in her stomach building. She bucked her hips up into his face as her orgasm quickly approached. . He picked up the pace fingering her, her pussy making a squelching noise as she started to tighten.
“Mmm, uh. ‘Tsumu. I’m going to cum!” She cried out as she could feel her orgasm almost snap. He immediately jerked away from her, making her yell at him in frustration. “What the fuck!!”
He had a smug look on his face as he wiped her juices off his mouth and chin before pulling his shorts and underwear down. His cock spring free as it slapped against his abs, his tip red and dripping with precum. He grabbed his cock in his hand before pumping himself a few times. He watched her chest heave up and down as she awaited his next move with lust blown pupils.
“I haven’t had yer pussy in years. And if yer going to cum, it’s going to be on my cock, princess.”
He pulled her hips towards the end of the table so she was almost hanging off of it and grabbed his cock in his hand to line it up with her. She squirmed under him as she slowly pushed himself in her, making her feel every inch of him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head once he bottomed out. She had been with other men, but none of them ever made her feel the way Atsumu did.
His hands settled on her hips before he pulled back and slammed into her, making her jolt forward as he started to fuck himself into her. He groaned as he watched her breasts move up and down with his thrusts, her moans filling his ears. Those moans, he oh so terribly missed them over the years. No one compared to her. No other woman’s pussy sucked him dry like hers did. His pelvic bone rubbed her clit over and over again as she threw her head back, gripping the sides of the table until her knuckles turned white. Atsumu lifted her hips up a bit, angling the spot that always had her seeing stars.
“Oh-—’Tsumu… I—” she choked out as he hit that spot over and over again. She couldn’t even get out her next words as she felt her orgasm snap as she came hard around his dick. She cried out his name in pleasure over and over again as he fucked her through her orgasm. Her chest heaved up and down hard, the sweat clinging to their bodies as Atsumu pulled her up by her arms. His hands went to her hips as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
“I’m not done yet.”
His hands gripped her ass as he moved her up and down on him. She clung to his shoulders, never feeling more turned on in her life. Atsumu was literally holding her up and fucking her in his arms. She felt the tears spring into her eyes as she felt her second orgasm building fast.
“‘Tis too much Tsumu.” She cried out as his pace didn’t stop, the feeling of being overstimulated too much for her.
“Come on, princess. I know ya can cum for me one more time, ya?”
She nodded furiously, her head dropping to his shoulder as she bit down on it. She screamed as her second orgasm hit, squeezing Atsumu even tighter than before.
“Shit, princess. Ya really tightened.”
He choked out as her pussy clenched around him hard. He felt the familiar sensation build as his hips shuddered and came to stop, his cum shooting inside of her. They both were breathing heavy as she felt their mixed cum dripping down her thighs. He set her down on the table and looked around for a rag around the room to clean her up. Once he found one, he cleaned her up, then himself, and helped her back into her clothes despite her panties being ripped and useless.
“You owe me a new pair,” she mumbled, grabbing them and throwing them away.
“I’ll buy all the underwear in the world for ya, if yer mine again?” Atsumu said, grabbing her hands and pulling him towards him.
“‘Tsumu, you’ve always had me.” She answered as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him.
He hand went to her cup as cheek as he kissed her passionately, finally having her again.
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