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Under The Same Name: Gojo Satoru x Reader

a/n: IM BACK FINALLY. sorry for the hiatus but its finally semi edited... here's the long-awaited smut. i hope its satisfactory I'm a bit rusty I wont lie:( thank you so much for the support regardless^^ I hope you enjoy<3

chapter 10 of Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader but can be read as stand-alone!

warnings: shameless romantic smut

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Would it have ever been possible for you to predict this moment? If given the chance, even a few weeks sooner, would you have loved Gojo Satoru as much as you did now?

Your heart screamed yes. Not just once, but repeatedly. And that was the only confirmation you needed. All you wanted to think about was the feeling of Gojo’s body against yours. The tranquility you felt laying beside him, satisfied to know all your worries fled from his presence alone. His touch, his taste, his love.

It was clear now that Gojo did not only love you, but he understood you. Every part of you—the good and the bad. Your flaws and your strengths. But even your flaws seemed only as intolerable as your weakest, most timid kisses that always left him wanting more. With every breath, he craved you near. And you also understood him, possibly the only person that did. It was a deep and unique, unconditional type of love that he’d been searching for his entire life.

You were always leaving him wanting more. But no, not this time. Neither of you needed convincing. It was perfect. This moment was. And now Gojo finally had you truly and utterly alone. In his apartment, leading you to his bed. It was feverish, so passionate and ardent. A gift from the gods, the ancestors, or whoever was gazing upon the two of you.

All that could be heard were soft whines and moans, zippers sliding open and clothes being torn off. A new sense of urgency settled in your being the second you saw Gojo's soul, and you needed him badly. All of him, everything, and more. There was no need to waste any more time.

Gripping his shirt tightly in your fist, you helped Gojo tug it over his head as you kissed him, only breaking apart momentarily to get rid of the fabric. Even though you’d already seen him bare, the sight of his sculpted muscles always seemed to take your breath away. Your eyes grazed over the perfect knoll of his biceps, his muscular forearms, and the blue veins that subtly contrasted through his snow-white skin.

Despite his power, the way he held you unraveled your entire being. There was no need to classify it as submission; you willingly shared yourself, body, and soul with the strongest sorcerer of the modern day. A man who had done everything to protect you and would continue to do so until the day he took his dying breath.

You were crazed, whimpering into each kiss, desperate for more, yearning for his contact and love.

“Are you sure?” Gojo mumbled against your lips, leaning down over you with care, unable to restrain himself from fondling your still-clothed breasts. He’d made what he wanted clear, and your entire being agreed.

“Please.” You let out a breathy response, his touch on your chest causing you to inhale sharply. “I need you.”

“Promise me you’re not hurt-“ he rushed out into the crook of your neck, trying to resist your desperate advances, even if his were the same, sucking on your neck as if he would never be able to again.

“I promise!” you whined. “You came just in time.”

“You would have been just fine without me.” His breath fanned down your neck, his fingers curling under your shirt, where he slowly beckoned you to raise your arms above your head.

“No,” you whimpered. “You give me strength.”

For a second, Gojo paused with your shirt in his hands, so awestruck by your words. It was as if you knew every part of him, exactly what he needed to hear before he even thought about it. Even though you had seen his soul, a part of him knew you were still holding back.

You also wanted to hear those sweet words of affirmation; you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, realizing such a blessing within the moment you met but knowing how ludicrous it could be.

With you, Gojo didn't need to be the strongest. He could finally surrender his soul with an equal, knowing you would be there to satisfy his undying craving. You were his blessing and his weakness, able to satiate the hunger inside of him—an oasis in the middle of the desert.

“And you are the woman who owns my heart," he responded mirthfully, tossing your shirt to the floor behind him.

Flustered, you began to pull away, but Gojo chased your lips with his and devoured you once again.

With a hunger that seared your skin, Gojo ravished your neck with fervent kisses, trailing down your collarbone with his tongue and back up to your jawline. “Please let me have you,” he mumbled against the supple skin of your neck, almost causing you to lose all control.

“I-I’m yours…” you whispered, trying to blindly follow his lips until they united with yours. That kiss was the deepest you’d ever felt, so deep that he led you onto your back, snaking his way in between your knees until they instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Promise?” Gojo faltered even as he slid your panties down your leg, acting as if you still hadn’t given him confirmation, as if you hadn't already been in a position like this for him, so eager and begging. Even looking at your bare legs, a glimpse of your panties, was sending him into a spiral.

For a second, you did wonder if what you were doing was right, if it was too fast or rash, but every fiber of your being absolutely rebelled against it. Your soul craved him—it needed him. Few people on this earth would ever be able to understand the power of soul-binding… but you did. The second you glimpsed his face, you knew. Gojo’s touch ignited a fire within you like no other. Just the action of him undressing you, so teasingly slow, was enough to make you squirm with desire.

“I promise,” you whimpered, teary-eyed, desperate, eager—completely and utterly his. Gojo looked so handsome between your legs, desperate to ravish you, to claim you as his. Almost in a trance, he pressed his finger against your sopping clit. Your yearning for him panged so harshly that it came in a sudden wave from your stomach to your core—etching a gasp from your lips from one touch alone.

“Gonna come for me again like last time?” he whispered before pressing a tender kiss on your inner thigh, his forearms curling around your waist to drag you to the edge of the bed. It seemed like he was in a trance as his blue eyes studied your intimacy, desperate to worship this moment, to worship you and your body, unlike any man before him.

Looking up at you through heavy-lidded, lustful eyes, Gojo’s tongue finally lapped against your slit before you could manage a reply.

A groan of satisfaction vibrated against your core, as Gojo’s white eyelashes fluttered in approval. How desperate he was, how sloppy, but it worked. It worked too well, and you were already coming undone from how gentle he was with your clit, the smooth circles of his tongue edging you closer and closer, opening you up and preparing you for the utmost pleasure.

“Fuckkkk…” Gojo drawled, feeling your clit quiver against his movements. And when he tore his eyes away from it to glimpse your face, he was satisfied. Deep down, he would have been satisfied with a kiss, but both of you needed and deserved this.

How heavenly you were, splayed across his bed for him, just like the way you were in his dreams, when he would spend all night longing for your calming presence, fantasizing until he worked himself into an orgasm.

Gaining some confidence, feeling himself coming undone from just watching you unravel against him, he pushed a finger inside you.

“S-Satoru…” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart, desperate to see his face and that damned smirk he couldn't get rid of.

“Feel good princess?” he teased in a whisper, inserting another finger, surprised at how eager you were for more. “I wanna hear you sing for me.”

“S-stop teasing me!” you moaned, trying to roll your eyes until they fell into the back of your head. You whimpered for him, because of him, and he felt his cock twitch just from the sight of you, from tasting you again.

You were so expressive and responsive, grasping at his locks and pushing his face flush against you. The looks of an angel with an intoxicating glow that only drew him in farther, deeper. The strongest sorcerer couldn’t help but think he would throw everything away just to worship and have you.

After your first orgasm, you were already seeing stars. Just as Gojo wanted, and he couldn't help but smirk before leaning over you to capture your lips with his, stifling your moans so only he could hear. His name upon your lips, begging for more and all of him.

You were enrapturing, so perfect and pretty. It was all for him, something he could have never predicted or thought he deserved. Yes, he was skilled, and yes, he was the strongest, but you were the only person to ever make him feel alive. When he said he loved you, he meant it.

And you tasted too good, like candy, like heaven. He was going to ravish you.

As you came down from your high, Gojo started to gently play with your clit again until your hand reached out and grasped his wrist. “Please…” you pleaded with wanton eyes. “Need you now.”

For once in his life, Gojo Satoru was unable to resist. You were the only woman that could tell him what to do. And quickly, he listened, shedding his underwear off to obey your command, hovering over you with a careful intensity.

You reached up to cup his jawline, beckoning him down to your lips. When he met your kiss, a moan of anticipation softly graced his ears.

And finally, Gojo allowed himself to nestle his thick cock where it was desperate to go, where it needed to go. He could barely get the tip in, you felt too good. It was better than he could have ever imagined.

“Satoru! Ahhh….” You threw your head back at the sensation, back arching within the same movement, unprepared for how thick and commanding he would be. You closed your eyes momentarily, only feeling, touching, and relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his rapture, his passion, his love.

“S-so big,” you whimpered, arms constricting around his neck, eyes squeezing shut from the intense pressure that filled and stretched you completely.

Gojo sank into you until it was painful, until you were full of his twitching cock.

“I love you, Satoru,” you whimpered.

Euphoria was what you sought and was what was promised in loving Gojo Satoru. That was what you saw when you looked into his eyes, not just at this moment but with every promise for the future.

“Y/N…” he whined with need, trying his best to wait even if it was excruciating. “I love you more.”

You were dripping, making it easy for him to thrust as slowly as he could, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for your command to take it even further. He kissed you over and over again, his breathing strained with desperation. “Feel me baby, wanna make you feel good.”

“M-more…” you begged, not needing to repeat your demand before Gojo ravished you, pulling himself all the way out before slamming back inside you.

“Ah!” you cried out, legs curling around his hips, guiding him to the perfect angle. Exhilarated by your moans, he gradually began to thrust harder, obsessed with how your body trembled, pleading for more, praying for all of him.

The bed began to shake with how violent his pumps became.

"Fuck Y/N, you're taking me so well." Gojo complimented in a strained voice. He was vocally dirty, a far contrast from his usual demeanor and you loved it, yet you couldn't find the time to reply between your cries of ecstasy, becoming increasingly crazed. You could almost sob at how vivifying it felt. All you managed to sound between erratic moans was breathless praise, only wanting to feel him.

“Shit…” Gojo groaned. “Wanted to fuck you so bad, been needing this. I love this, fuck.”

“Feels so good Satoru–” you managed to choke out, your body jolting against him as you gazed into his eyes, pressing your lips against his before another moan escaped you.

“You’re perfect,” he grunted, biting down on his lip to stop another lovesick moan from escaping him.

You were magnificent, and Gojo couldn’t get enough. Having you like this was almost too much, and he was trying to control himself. Your sweet words, and your moans of approval—only riled him up more. And you were just so damn beautiful.

He needed you like this, taking all of him so eagerly, with desperation in your tone, cupping his face to keep him looking at you and how he was entering you, a pussy reserved for him and his offspring.

Thrust after thrust, both of you began to reach a high you’d never felt before. Gojo needed you in every position, on every surface, till the sun peaked above the horizon. Your pussy was like a drug, and there was no possible way he could ever get enough.

Securely wrapping his arms around you, Gojo moved you onto his lap, desperate to have you bounce on his cock. He needed it like he needed air, the notion of you coming undone in his embrace, in his arms.

As you straddled him, Gojo reached up and traced the line of your new scar between your breasts. Just touching it made him shudder, and he felt the power, the spell bound to you. It wasn't just a part of you; it was also a part of him.

His touch made you feel more alive than ever before.

“Please–” he couldn’t finish his question before your hips started to rock against him, cock still buried deep inside you. Your warmth engulfed him, and all he could do was run his hands down your ass before giving it an appreciative squeeze, etching a faint squeal from your mouth.

He helped guide your movements, but you did most of the work, bouncing on top of him as you held his shoulders, letting him suck on your breasts every time he stifled a moan. That was until he couldn’t anymore.

Gojo’s breathless moans warmed the crook of your neck as he continued to pound up into you, utterly pussy drunk. “Fuck, please me mine-“ he whimpered. “Be mine, be my girlfriend-“

You whimpered in response, nails scratching down his back as your abdomen tightened, not only by his words but by his calculated thrusts, wholly focused on pleasing you despite his own desperation for release.

“Girlfriend doesn’t seem like enough, fuck—you’re my wife,” he groaned, nails digging into the plush of your ass. “I love you.” His whines sounded above the slapping of your skin against his. “Your beautiful pussy is just a bonus.”

You tried to respond, almost unable to string a coherent sentence together from how perfectly he filled you up. “S-satoru!” you cried, back arching against nothing but his forearms, feeling yourself falling apart at how eagerly your pussy took his massive length. “G-gonna cum!”

“Can I be yours too?” he moaned, thrusting faster, deeper, harder. His hand reached to grip the headboard as it banged against the wall. “Please let me be yours-“ he begged, panting, his control wavering as he locked eyes with you to glimpse euphoria.

“You are-” you tried your best to respond before your loudest cry yet echoed into the night, and you released yourself upon him, experiencing the most violent, leg-shaking orgasm of your entire life. Your body racked with tremors, and you suddenly became crazed for more, moaning over and over again as you swayed your lips, using his throbbing warm, and eager cock to ride out your orgasm and into another one.

“Want more Satoru, need you to fill me up, please!” Your pleas were like music to his ears. You were so sexy, but that compliment didn’t feel like enough; you were undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, and he was blessed with the opportunity to fuck you like he was. How did he get so lucky?

“Fuck yeah… fuck princess I’m gonna-” he sounded breathless, hips stuttering against you before he let go, pouring a thick load of cum inside of you. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-” he babbled, twitching inside you so violently you could feel it, unable to pull himself out by how greedy your pussy throbbed, how your legs tightened around his waist and pulled him even closer.

His eyes squeezed shut, trying to control himself and his power, so desperate to experience this high that his hands curled around the headboard’s frame–

Snap!

Splinters of wood rained down beside you. The sound was loud, but you didn’t care; it felt too good, and once the rush rippled throughout your entire body, you finally tore your gaze away from Gojo’s to glimpse your surroundings.

He had crushed the headboard in a single-handed grip. Still panting, you laughed through your exhales. Gojo flashed a tired, sheepish smile in return, leaning his head back to rest against the cracked wood. Closing his eyes, he calmed his beating heart, cock still warming inside you. His throat bobbed as he attempted to steady his breathing and think of something to say.

The next minute was spent staring at him with heavy eyes as you caught your breath, reveling in what had unfolded—what you’d been yearning for since you met him.

And the white-haired sorcerer had vastly exceeded your expectations. Just having him panting underneath you was enough to turn you on all over again. You shifted slightly, beginning to pull yourself off him but realizing he was still rock hard.

Your gasp caused him to lazily open his eyes, his lips parting to release a whimper at how plush your pussy felt in this sensitive state, how it was drawing him back in.

Suddenly, it felt like he would die if you left him like this. If you took your warmness away. You were addicting, and Gojo only asked for more of your love. He still had so much more to give in return to prove himself worthy.

As he stared up at your flustered expression, he couldn’t help but flash a lopsided grin. How beautiful you were in all of your unfiltered glory.

“Pretty girl…” he whispered with admiration, his hands sliding from your thighs to your ass, hinting how he wanted to take control if you'd let him. “I’m not done yet,” Gojo tried to say confidently, though it came out more desperate and needy.

“Satoru…” you whimpered as he began to rock incredibly slowly into your fluttering pussy, guiding you up and down with his large hands, letting you feel the entirety of him all over again. So deep inside you, kissing all of the right spots without effort. “But… But you broke the headboard…”

“I’ll fix it later,” he chuckled in a strained voice as you matched his rhythm. “J-just feel me princess.” he murmured against your skin.

Nodding furiously, you reached out and brought Gojo’s face between your breasts, holding onto him as his pace quickened. “Anything for you, my love~” you whimpered into his ear, arms circling around his head.

It drove him crazy. This was perfect, you were perfect, and Gojo realized then and there that he would do anything for you.

That night, Gojo Satoru ravished you four separate times. Up until the early morning, when he physically couldn't orgasm again, when he was drenched in sweat and beginning to feel cramps in his thighs. His room was a mess, his bed frame and headboard broken. You, in turn, had remnants of makeup smudged on your cheeks, and baby hairs sticking to your damp forehead. Your legs were shaking, so sore and fucked out completely that Gojo thought it would be best to carry you to the bathroom. Dark hickeys littered your neck and chest, and you knew covering up the next day would be a pain. But you were happy. Your heart was whole.

After cleaning you up, Gojo took your hand and led you onto his private balcony.

It was just before sunrise, as you and Gojo cuddled against each other on the surprisingly spacious sofa. The stars were so beautiful in the middle of the night. The temperature was perfect, and the crickets sang a harmonious mating call in the distance, gathering at the edge of the ponds sheltered among the foliage lines.

It was ironic that you had promised never to sleep on the couch with him again, yet there you were beside him, tucked under a blanket and nuzzling his neck for the comfort of his cologne.

Content with the proximity, Gojo tilted his head and kissed your forehead, his eyes glancing between you and the clear night sky. Despite the stress, responsibilities, and chaos that had occurred that day, he felt blessed to share this moment with you.

The same appreciativeness settled within your own soul. Deep in your heart, a part of you knew this was Mother Nature herself smiling down upon you. It was a gift, a glimpse of the better part of your future. Nothing else mattered right now, only him and his comfort.

“I’m going to be so tired tomorrow,” you complained absentmindedly, already drifting off to sleep from the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“It’s a good thing we have the day off tomorrow then,” Gojo chuckled softly.

Surprised, you lifted your head off his chest. “Really?”

“You earned it.”

Satisfied with the simplistic answer, you hummed in approval before curling back into him. Gently, he ran his fingers through your hair until your breathing became light and sparse, and your body was utterly relaxed against his own.

A smile spread across his face as Gojo watched you sleep in the darkness. Since you’d graced him with your presence, his smiles seemed never-ending. For you, there would always be one. For you, he would remain the strongest. No matter what it took. Whatever you wanted, he would provide.

Finally, there was something for him to live for, not for everyone else, not for the sake of the world and its balance. But selfishly and irrevocably his.

The pressure of outside forces seemed lighter by your side. Everything seemed possible as long as you were the one standing beside him. The promise of you and your love was what kept him sane through it all. He was no longer alone. You were his answer and his purpose.

The brightness of a future with you was so close—he’d seen it in your eyes and in the lines of your prophecy.

All Gojo needed to do was solve it, trust you, and guide you through its unfairness.

And then, possibly, what the two of you yearned for would become a reality.

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for-ests · 4 months ago

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your johnny cage art rules 😭🫶 love ur style sm!!

Omg thanks a lot! Here I have an early sketch of a new outfit that I abandoned for some reason. Hope you like it :P

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for-ests · 5 months ago

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happy birthday to my glorious blue eyed prince ^^ <3

Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am the Honored One. Happy Birthday, Gojo Satoru!

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for-ests · 5 months ago

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Fine Line: Gojo Satoru x Reader

summary: friends to lovers, gojo is in love with the campus doctor, and can't hide it any longer. lovesick gojo is my favvveee<3 wc: 4.4k warnings: fluff then SMUT ^^

Once again, Gojo was in your office in the middle of the night.

"What time is it?" you asked, borderline scolded, but refrained from rolling your eyes. After every mission, he would make an excuse to find his way onto your hospital bed. And every single time, he had nothing more than minor scrapes and bruises but would always insist you look over him "just in case."

"Late, I know." He looked somewhat guilty.

"Was this curse too strong for the students again?" you teased, reaching for your gloves but not bothering to put them on. One glance at Gojo, and you knew. You just knew he was there for a different reason. The white-haired sorcerer wasn't physically hurt. He rarely ever was. But now, his excuses to see you were becoming apparent to you and others.

"You could say that." He shook his head, forcing himself to release a chuckle. He was about to cross a very fine line, one that was established the day he met you. But he was only a man, and he needed to at least try and quell the need he felt for you.

It was internal, and Gojo felt like you were one of the only people who truly saw him and took the time to listen to him. After all these years of admiring you in silence, he still couldn't come clean with it. Every time he visited you, his heart twisted with an unquenchable yearning, feeling betrayed and played by fate. He was lost in a sea of emotions, unable to make sense of it all. Despite the turmoil of his everyday life, despite the responsibility that weighed on his shoulders, he found solace in your presence.

Would it ever go away?

You were like a beacon in the darkness of his world. Your smile illuminated the space, radiating warmth and energy that seemed to chase away the shadows that clouded his mind. Despite having the attention of any woman he could dream of, he could not tear his gaze away from you. Why couldn't he leave you alone? Why couldn't he get you out of his head?

"Y/N, look at me," he called out softly, his voice warm and inviting. It was a desperate plea to draw your attention away from your surroundings and towards the turmoil that raged within his soul.

Catching the seriousness of his tone, you froze, setting down your prep materials. Your eyes carefully rose to meet his, and you almost gasped. Gojo, the strongest man you knew, was on the verge of tears.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, almost getting lost in the blue of his glistening eyes. It had always been hard for you to hold his gaze for long, as the intensity of his stare made you flustered. You often wondered if he looked at anyone else like this, talked to them like this, touched them like he had you.

Breath catching in his throat, Gojo saw the subtle hint of concern on your face—it was endearing. You seemed so beautiful and so caring, and it only added to his feeling of helplessness.

Gently, he grasped your hand and placed it over his heart, letting you feel the rapid beat that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"I'm fine," he said quietly, a hint of vulnerability in his usually confident tone. "But can you do something for me?"

“W-what?” you asked, feeling his heartbeat, which was definitely faster than usual. The fabric of his shirt bunched between your fingertips.

Gojo continued to hold your gaze; his grip on your hand was gentle but firm.

"Can you... just sit with me for a moment? I need your company right now," he said, slightly hoarse. “I don’t wanna leave here again without saying what I really feel…”

“Oh, okay.” You blinked, eyebrows creased as you joined him on the hospital bed.

Your professionalism vanished as you noticed the glassy forlornness in his beautiful blue eyes. Sitting next to him, you leaned into his embrace.

After a moment of silence, you asked, “Did something happen?” Your finger traced the outside of his palm to try to soothe him further. God… his hands were so soft despite how large and powerful they were.

Gojo let out a deep breath as he felt you lean against him, the weight of your body against his. It was perfect. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the comfort your presence provided. He opened his eyes again at your question and looked down at your joined hands. Friends didn’t touch each other like this, right?

"It's...complicated," he said, his voice quiet after a moment. "I just... need a distraction from my thoughts right now. Your company is enough."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips at your comfort, one that sent a jolt of electricity through him. You had always been enough, and he had always loved you. Now, it was just impossible to ignore.

“Talking about it can be the best cure and distraction,” you whispered, faintly smiling back at him. “You know you can tell me anything, Satoru, I will never think of you differently.”

Those simple words from your lips were like a balm to his wounded soul. Gojo felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection filling his chest.

"You're too kind," he murmured, his voice low and heavy with emotion. "But this...this could change everything between us."

He raised his free hand and gently brushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

You sighed blissfully in response. Just the faintest touch from him flustered you. It was so tender, and you wanted more. You always savored any physical moment you had with him. God, you were so infatuated with him, and he didn't even know it.

Gojo's eyes followed the path his finger traced across your cheek, and he couldn't help but notice your reaction. He felt a pang in his chest as he saw the way your body responded to his touch, practically melting against him. Was there a chance you felt the same?

"You're blushing," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. He let his hand linger on your cheek, his thumb tracing small circles almost absentmindedly.

"How can I not when you touch me like this?" you responded breathlessly, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

Gojo's heart skipped a beat at your words, your sudden drunken response sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn't meant to affect you so much, but the sight of you so needy was an incredible feeling.

"I can't help it," he murmured, his thumb starting to trace the line of your jaw. "Your reactions are just too cute."

You felt like your heart was about to burst. He always looked so handsome, and you felt like an infatuated schoolgirl whenever he was around, whenever you two were alone. How immature of you; you were supposed to be working. But it was the best part of your day when you were tending to Gojo, which was far more often than you preferred. It also made you feel guilty. You didn't want him to get hurt, it was the last thing you ever wanted. You knew it wasn't normal for him to be touching you like this, for you to reciprocate in the same manner, as these actions crossed the boundary of just friends and coworkers. But maybe you were both more comfortable with this label, even if it pulled at your heartstrings. If Gojo had wanted you, he would have made that clear years ago, right?

Gojo was keenly aware of how you blushed and stuttered in his presence, filling him with a sense of satisfaction that he couldn't quite identify with. The power he had over you was intoxicating. But still, there was a part of him that wanted more, that wanted to cross the line you had set for yourselves.

As you sat there next to him, close enough for your thighs to touch, he found himself fighting the urge to reach out and pull you closer, to bury his face in your hair and breathe in your scent.

His compliment caused you to giggle slightly and glance away. But you didn't retreat from his embrace and only squeezed his hand a little tighter. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" you pressed again. "Why do you want me to distract you?"

Gojo's heart ached. He almost felt sick at how badly he wanted you to be his. But your insistence made it difficult to keep secrets, and refusing any of your requests felt impossible.

Still debating whether confessing was right, he hesitated momentarily before answering. "It's just... life," he finally said, his voice soft and low. "The weight of being the strongest. The pressure. The kids always looking up to me...It can be overwhelming sometimes."

"I'm sure it can be," you said, biting your lip slightly. "You often come here when you want a distraction." You glanced at the gauze and disinfection you had intended to use on his superficial wounds. "You pretend you're more hurt than you are physically. But you just want to vent to me, right?"

It was obvious, after all. Gojo could heal himself if he wanted to. You knew that, and so did everyone.

Gojo's shoulders sagged as he recognized the truth in your words. It was childish of him, possibly even cowardly. The pain he felt from battle was nothing compared to the ache in his heart whenever he was away from you.

He let out a sigh and nodded, his eyes meeting yours again. “You know me too well,” he said quietly. “But yes. I guess I just needed to talk to you. You make everything feel easier.”

"You should ask me to hang out with you more often," you chuckled. "I know we're both busy, but I can make time for you, Satoru. There's no need to pretend."

Gojo felt a pang of guilt at your words. You were right, he should have just asked you to hang out with him more often instead of resorting to these tactics.

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice soft. "I shouldn't have used my injuries as an excuse. I just...like having you around."

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. "Can I ask you something?"

Frowning slightly, you wondered if he had misinterpreted your words by the expression on his face. You didn't want him to feel guilty at all, if anything, you found his visits endearing. He refused to see any doctor but you, which instilled pride in your work. It had become a joke between your coworkers and you, all betting on whether Gojo had a crush on you.

"You can ask me anything." You set your free hand on his knee. You wanted to touch more of him so badly, not under the guise of treating his minor scratches and bruises.

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but relish the feeling of your touch. Taking a deep breath, he gathered the courage to ask the question that had been on his mind for so long.

"Why... why are you always there for me? Why do you treat my wounds no matter how small? I mean... you have others to look at... but you always come to me." He looked at you, his heart thudding in his chest as he waited for your answer.

"I guess you caught me, too." You blushed, feeling bashful and somewhat embarrassed that he noticed your antics. "Maybe I want to spend whatever time I can with a busy man like yourself."

Gojo's heart fluttered as you admitted to caring for him just as much as he cared for you. He had hoped it was the case, but hearing you confirm it felt like a weight had lifted off his chest.

He chuckled softly, using both hands to hold your face, so incitingly that you didn't even think to pull away. "You know you don't have to use my injuries as an excuse to see me, right? I always want to spend time with you, no matter how busy I am."

His reply was enough for you. You understood what he meant in his repetition of your own words. It was in how he touched you, how his eyes sparkled with relief. Nervously, your eyes flickered down to his lips. He was so close, and what you craved was only one movement away. But no, you wouldn’t kiss him first. You needed to have more restraint than this.

“Is this your way of saying you like me more than a friend?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Your question was answered in the way his breath caught in his throat, in the way his gaze trailed down to your lips and back up to your eyes. He was mesmerized by you, drawn in like a moth to a flame.

"Yes," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do. I yearn to be near you more often than I dare to admit, I tried to resist but I can't anymore."

Gojo's heart thundered in his chest as your eyes widened in response.

“I feel the same," you said, your admission causing a shiver to run down his spine.

"You... you do?" he murmured, tilting his face a little closer to yours. He wanted to be closer to you, to feel your skin against his; holding your hand wasn’t enough.

Your eyes flickered to Gojo’s lips again, your stare begging and pleading. The need for something more was evident. “I do.”

Suddenly, he felt emboldened by your words, his own feelings mirrored in your body language.

Gojo's breath hitched as he noticed the palpable desire in your gaze. It was physically impossible to resist any longer.

Leaning in, he closed the distance between you, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

“Fuck Satoru,” you practically whined, your eyes closing, lulled by his gentle touch and the inches that teased between you. “I love you, okay?"

Gojo felt a shudder run down his spine at the sound of his name on your lips, the desperation in your voice sending a wave of heat through him. You loved him.

With a low groan, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hand on your cheek gently tilted your head, allowing him to claim your lips hungrily.

Moaning into the kiss, you inhaled deeply, satisfied to finally taste him, to finally give in to your desires. One of your hands reached out and gripped his bicep, drawing him closer against your own body.

Gojo deepened the kiss further, a thrill shooting through him as he felt the heat of your body even through his clothes, and it fueled his need for more.

His tongue traced your bottom lip, demanding entry to your mouth, as his other hand trailed up your hip, grasping with need. A low moan escaped him as he tasted you, feeling you submit to his tune, his body responding to your touch like a taut bowstring.

You were on the verge of shuddering, desire pooling in that oh-so-dangerous spot, the part of you that might lose all sense of control and decency. Your feelings for Gojo were intense and had been for some time. You still couldn't believe this was happening. Anything he wanted from you was his to take. Anything to make him feel better.

One of your hands rested against his neck while the other ran through his white locks, refusing to let him go, wanting him to touch you further. Nobody else was in the office, it was just the two of you. You were so starved of affection from the one you desired the most, that you would take any moment you could get.

Gojo seemed to realize at the same time, and he couldn’t control himself as he picked you up and brought you over to rest against your desk. With one hand, he swiped the belongings off and onto the floor, gently guiding you until you were on your back, legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Hungrily, he kissed you again; his own body was on fire as you giggled at his erratic, desperate movements as if he couldn't get enough. It was as if he wanted to worship every part of you now that you’d given him permission.

"Y/N," he whispered against your mouth, his voice rough with need. "I want you. More than anything. I love you too."

"T-take me..." you whimpered, staring deep into his eyes as your lab coat fell loosely around your shoulders. To see him so desperate for you, the yearning of his tone and the affection in his glacier-blue eyes was all it took for your own restraint to fade away.

An almost primal hum of approval vibrated in his throat. "Right here?" he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "On the desk?" His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his body pressing yours against the cold wood of the desk.

Nodding furiously at how hot this would be, you nodded to the door. "I don't want to wait any longer," you whispered seductively, reaching out to brush your delicate hands against the growing tent in Gojo's pants. "And I don't think you want to either."

Gojo let out a shaky breath at your coyness. His control was fraying quickly, and he knew this was a battle he was going to lose.

Nodding, he reached for the light switch, plunging the office into semi-darkness. He then moved to the door, locking it with a decisive click. When he turned back to you, his eyes were dark with desire.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, stalking back towards you.

You spread your legs back apart, hooking them around his waist once he reached your awaiting embrace. Grasping his face, you pulled him back on top of you. "You made me wait too long for this," you teased, though still strained with a yearning he only noticed through subtle hints throughout the months, almost a year, that you’d known each other. It had been in your eyes, through quick glances, but never in your words.

Just the sound of your voice and the longing within it made him shudder.

He pressed his bulge against your core, his hands sliding up under your shirt. "I wanted you this whole time," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how much I want you." His lips moved to the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point.

Sighing blissfully, your hands found their way back into his hair, holding him against you as if he would escape, as if this was only a dream.

"What took you so long?" you mumbled, slightly dazed, then gasped as Gojo's fingers hooked the band of your bra. You shrugged off your lab coat, following his lead as he lifted your undershirt and bra over your head and tossing it behind him quickly before his hands reached for your breasts. The cold air swirled around your nipples and you bit down on your lip. It was shocking to finally be naked in front of the man you’d craved since the moment you met. "S-Should have made me yours a long time ago," you whispered, gazing up at him with a sudden shyness.

“Maybe I was too stupid and scared to realize before,” he practically groaned, immediately latching his mouth onto the swell of your breast, his other hand pawing gently at the other. With your nipple still pressed against his pretty pink lips, Gojo’s eyes gazed into your own. “How can I make it up to you?”

Your chuckle morphed into a moan as his tongue swirled around your chest, a devilish smirk upon his face, your reactions stimulating him further.

“T-this is working….” you gasped, one hand steadying yourself against the desk while the other reached for his pants, beginning to tug them down.

“I think you should be my girlfriend,” Gojo said somewhat nonchalantly as he broke away, curling his hands around your pants and shimming them down your legs. “That would make everything better-” he bent down between your spread legs and pressed his lips against your covered cunt, inhaling deeply.

“Don’t you think?” he asked with glossy eyes and a heavy, lustful stare. “Not sure if I wanna share you.”

“You can ask a bit more nicely…” you teased bashfully as he pulled your panties to the side.

“Please, Y/N…. please please be my girlfriend, I promise it's worth it. I’ll give you the world, I’ll make you feel so good, better than you ever have before.”

Though it was dim, you could see the smile on his face and sincerity in his eyes. It felt right, as it always had.

“You promise?” Your whisper was desperate, not just for his body but also his heart. You didn’t just want him to give you the world; you wanted to share yours with him.

His thumb ran over your protruding, bottom lip. “I promise, Y/N. I’m so in love with you, please let me show you.”

“I love you too, Satoru.”

And that’s when his tongue finally lapped against your slit, a groan of satisfaction vibrating against your core. How desperate he was, how sloppy, but it worked. It worked too well, and you were already coming undone from how gentle he was with your clit, the smooth circles edging you closer and closer, opening you up and preparing you for the utmost pleasure. How sexy you were, splayed across your own desk for him, just like the way you were in his dreams, when he would spend all night longing for your calming presence, fantasizing until he worked himself into an orgasm.

You moaned and whimpered for him, because of him, and he felt his cock about to burst just from the sight of you, from tasting you.

And after your first orgasm, Gojo leaned forward and captured your lips with his, stifling your moans so only he could hear. His name upon your lips, begging for more, begging for all of him.

Heavenly, you were, and it was all for him—something Gojo would have never predicted. Yes, he was skilled, and yes, he was the strongest, but you were the only person to ever make him feel alive. When he said he loved you, he meant it.

And you allowed him to finally nestle his thick cock where it was desperate to go.

“Satoru! Ahhh….” You threw your head back at the sensation, back arching within the same movement, unprepared for how thick and commanding he would be. You closed your eyes for a moment, only feeling, only touching, only relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his rapture, his passion, his love.

“S-so big,” you whimpered, gripping the edge of the desk in bewilderment, eyes squeezing shut from the intense pressure that filled and stretched you completely. "Fuck!" Was all you managed to sound between erratic moans, only wanting to feel him, latching onto his biceps for support, bodies pressing against the other in sync from the moment of consummation. Gojo sank into you until it was painful, until you were full of his twitching cock.

You were dripping, making it easy for him to thrust as slowly as he could, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for your command to take it even further.

“M-more…” you begged, not needing to repeat your demand before Gojo ravished you. Exhilarated by your moans, he gradually began to thrust harder, obsessed with how your body trembled, pleading for more, praying for all of him.

"Fuck Y/N, you're taking me so well." Gojo complimented in a strained voice. He was vocal, and you loved it, yet you couldn't find the time to reply between your cries of ecstasy, becoming increasingly crazed. You could almost sob at how vivifying it felt.

All this time, he wanted to be this close to you, and now that he was, he needed to immerse himself in your cries and whimpers, smell you, taste you, and be enveloped by you.

"Is this what you wanted from me this whole time?" he teased, and his voice was so electrifying that even though he was still thrusting while trapping you down, your back began to arch against the desk, flush against him.

Shivers jolted through your entire body as you nodded furiously. "Yes, Satoru, so bad-ah!"

The pounding came next, so deep inside you, feeling every inch of your walls, feeling every inch of your body. Gojo moaned loudly, caging you between his arms, angled perfectly and deeply. You couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes as he thrust into you over and over again. It was so passionate, and you were a mess. Your moans mixed in with his, and it was all-consuming, it was life-changing, it was love.

It was what you imagined and so much more.

"Feels so good!" you whimpered, feeling your abdomen flood with pressure again, tightening, burning.

Gojo felt you clench around him, your body shaking. Only a few minutes had passed, and he wanted to last longer, but he couldn’t. You were too pretty, you felt too good. “Fuck baby-” he moaned. “Gonna cum-”

He pounded into you a few more times until you cried out, gushing around him so sweetly that it was hard to pull out, he didn't want to, but he did.

With your chest rising and falling sharply, your legs shaking and twitching, Gojo released himself with a loud, strained moan.

"Fuck! Fuck, I love you…” he exasperated, covering your abdomen with his seed. It was euphoric, the best he’d ever had. He leaned forward over you, grasping onto the edge of your desk, his strength and the power of his orgasm caused him to snap the molding off, completely denting and splintering the corner of your desk.

“Satoru!” you gasped, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Shit….” He grit his teeth in embarrassment, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck before bending down and searching for the box of tissues he saw earlier. “I’ll buy you a new one I swear-”

And then, you started laughing. “It was that good huh?”

“The best,” he confirmed, cleaning you up the best he could so you could slide your clothes back on. His legs were still trembling, though, and shit, he needed more.

“I love you too.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Good enough to make you come back home with me?”

“I would say perfect,” you smirked as he looped his arm around your waist. "Now I just wonder how much money Shoko is going to make on Monday..."

"What ever do you mean?" he asked with a goofy, lopsided grin, as if he wasn't close friends with her and unaware of the situation.

"She bet that we would get together..."

"Aww," he chuckled, looping your purse over his shoulder. "I'll double it since she believed in me," he said before whisking you away to his apartment, where the two of you immediately started round two.

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Suffocation MLIST wc: 7, 200 warnings: violence, sacrifice, blood, animal death. summary: your first mission with the students in tow turns into the very disaster you were afraid it would.

Only when you were inches away from a mountainous pile of animal carcasses did you realize the gravity of your situation. Your first mission was never supposed to be easy, but there was no way to predict that locating something as simple as barnyard animals could turn into a bloodbath this catastrophic.

"Do you know what this is, Y/N?" Megumi whispered through gritted teeth, appalled at the sight before him.

Bodies were sliced open and discarded into a pile to rot away. Bowls of blood and shredded innards all came together in an elaborate pentagram.

A sacrifice, an offering to a being of higher power, and ancient times. This wasn't a simple, explainable case—it was a coverup and a trap. There weren't only a few missing cattle; almost one hundred were piled to the ceiling, forced into a heap of flesh ravaged by fly-heads.

How could the intel be so incredibly wrong?

As if sensing your realization, the eyes of the carcass in front of you shot open. They darted abnormally fast, the squelch of pooling blood causing you to take a step back.

And before you could stop yourself, you peered into the soul of a life freshly taken. You saw it all, felt the pain, and absorbed the fear. And the perpetrators of such a horrific act were revealed.

Three women adorned in blood-red veils.

Suddenly omniscient and aware, you could feel one of them staring daggers into your back, a wicked smile filling her entire expression. You were just a second too late.

“Shit!” You yelled in warning, instantly wrenching your blades from their sheaths and bringing one arm above your head before flinging it directly toward the intruders.

Megumi reacted to the situation next, his eyes widening in horror, hands raising in front of him. Frozen in place from a sudden bloodlust, Yuji and Nobara whipped their heads around to look behind them, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

“Wha-“ Yuji was cut off as your blade pierced one of the three women behind him. The dull thud of metal connecting with flesh echoed inside the vast warehouse and was followed by an eerie, amused cackle.

Why didn't you listen to your gut? How could you let this happen? All morning you'd felt uneasy and unsure. Protecting the students was your top priority, but instead, you had led them right into the mystery you were trying to unravel, right into the hands of the enemy—a rogue group of ex-Yoroza witches.

You knew it was them in your soul, carved into your very bones. Your dreams warned of such persistence. A clan of loyal subjects utterly devoted to the reincarnation of Kyoko and her beloved Sukuna. Curse users, those unsatisfied with traditional Jujutsu practices and morality--those desperate for unregulated power.

It was the same magic you could wield. But they were stronger, older, more experienced, and you were about to be locked in a potent necromancy spell. Cast by three women obsessed with spilling your blood for the final step of their ritual.

"Don't let them get Yuji," you whispered to Nobara and Megumi under your breath. Not only because he was your brother but also because the witches wanted to escalate Sukuna's return by any means necessary.

Suddenly, the threat of Sukuna's return was your reality. A routine training day had morphed into a potential cataclysm within seconds.

That was until your voice suddenly snapped the students out of their stupor. "One of you call Gojo." You took a step forward.

“Got it.�� Nobara gritted her teeth, her gaze on the still-lodged blade.

It was too late, and you knew it. There was no sense in bargaining with the witches, but you would try to get as much information as possible.

They only watched and waited, even as Megumi summoned his demon dogs and Nobara brandished her hammer. You only had one embedded blade left, and you had to use it wisely.

“A traitor to your master.” The middle witch sneered at you. She pulled the blade out of her shoulder, and it clattered to the floor, devoid of cursed energy. “In possession of a vessel that was never meant to belong to you.”

Based on their targeted direction, everything you'd learned over the last few months began to make sense. How the coven worked, how many women were still involved, and why such a once ancient and powerful cult became almost nothing at all.

“This has nothing to do with him,” you snarled back. “Reviving Kyoko and Sukuna has not been ordained by the coven since the Kamakura era. What you're doing goes against all laws of magic.”

The three women chuckled maniacally at your rebuttal. As if you were stupid, as if you were missing vital information. “Their great return will reset the lands and balance of cursed energy.”

“What about loyalty to our ancestors and supremes?” you questioned, buying time for the sake of your brother and the students while also feeling curious to know more. How did these women fill their heads with such delusions? Were they possessed? Sukuna was not a prosperous god, and neither was his wife. It didn’t matter if she was the founder of the said coven you were bound to by blood. Reviving either of them would be a grave mistake.

Your hand gripped the blade’s hilt tighter as you debated your next move. One wrong move and you would indeed be thrown into a spell you were unsure you could pull yourself out of.

The woman in the middle chuckled darkly, her eyes almost glowing with malice. “Kyoko is the first and only queen, the one supreme, and our goddess. Our lord is her husband, and he will fulfill his prophecy, with or without your consent.”

Her eyes slowly ran over the four of you, and her lips curled into a smirk. “And you shall play your role, whether it be willingly or by force.”

"And what role do we serve?" you asked. It was all your panic-addled brain could think of.

The three women cackled at your question, their voices blending together in a sinister symphony. One of them stepped forward, her lips parting into a sly grin.

"Your role is simple, my dear," she cooed maliciously. "Sacrificial lamb, blood of the chosen."

Sharing a brief conformational look with your brother, you glanced back at the witches. You didn't know what these cult members were capable of, and you didn't want to give them another second to act. Killing them first meant the carcasses behind you would have no chance of awakening. It would mean saving the people you cared about.

"That's if you can catch the lamb," you hissed sharply before hurling your last knife right between the eyes of the witch you stabbed previously.

It was quick, too quick. Shock coursed through your veins, and panic riddled your brain. You might have felt sorrow if the threat hadn't been so adamant. But even then, you were still dispaired with your actions.

With your jaw straightened into a thin line, you stood menacingly in front of the students. Despite your nervous, pounding heart, you would do anything to protect them.

A moment of stunned silence passed, where even the remaining two witches were dumbfounded, slightly turning their heads to their sister, who was still standing, cross-eyed and trying to realize what had just impaled her.

Blood trickled down her forehead and nose, already pooling in her bulging eyes. She tried to reach for the blade until you raised your hand and desperately flared your cursed energy, pouring all your strength into it.

If only it hadn't come to this.

Flashes and bursts of green miasma engulfed her entire head at your command.

"No!" One of the witches screamed, her voice echoing just before a horrific popping sound pierced the warehouse. Her head exploded, brain matter covering their already red gowns. It was gruesome, and you flinched.

The two women had barely any time to react to the horrific sight of their sister's brain spilling out all over them, their eyes widening in horror. They stared at the bloody remains for a split second before their eyes shot straight at you.

As the two remaining witches realized their sister was gone, their fury twisted into a dark determination. The shorter witch yelled angrily, her face twisting with fury, her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white. "Now you will surely pay with your life!”

You still couldn't believe what you'd done. That you were even capable of such violence. It was a split-second decision; you understood very well that it was kill or be killed, and you decided to kill. You had to. A promise had been made the second you walked into Yuji's life—you would bloody your own hands to keep him safe, to keep him alive.

“You dare harm us?” she hissed, her eyes narrowing as her voice quivered angrily. “You dare stand in the way of our lord and lady?”

The taller witch raised her hands in the air and began to chant. What you feared would happen was already unfolding. In the blink of an eye, the shorter witch pulled back her dress and revealed Sukuna's finger. The pressure and trepidation that followed were hard to overcome. This was reality, and now you were solely responsible for it all.

Everyone felt it and heard the bone-chilling sound of misshapen flesh mending together. Nobara turned to look behind her, and she was almost wretched at the sight. Hundreds of carcasses started to absorb into a terrifying mound, forming eyes and hands. Horns and spikes began to protrude, blood dripping from each limb that was forced together.

"Megumi and Nobara." Your voice was calmer than you thought it would be. You needed to keep your composure for the sake of the students. "Keep that curse distracted."

They nodded in response, racing towards the growing curse, wanting to snuff it before it reached its full potential, before the witch in front of you finished chanting her spell.

You turned to your brother. "Help me get their veils off. Once I see their eyes, I should be able to..." You trailed off, your stomach twisting with nausea at the idea of taking two more lives. It didn't matter whether or not they would kill you first; it still made you sick.

Yuji didn't hesitate. Despite the horror of the sight behind him, he nodded instantly and turned his attention to the two witches before you. With a determined glare, he approached your side to fight alongside you, his fists clenched tightly.

Relax. Your thoughts echoed. All I have to do is link their souls.

As if on instinct, you and Yuji threw yourselves in the middle of the battle, advancing without another thought, not having a second to spare. Everything was happening so fast, and your heart was racing. You could hardly think or breathe, trying to remember the fluidity of your movements, summoning any form of power you could, guiding your cursed energy to your hands to exemplify your punch.

Your fist collided with the taller witch’s jaws, and she stumbled back before throwing her own and missing. “You don’t know what you’re doing, chosen supreme!” she said, wiping the blood from her lip.

Raising your fists, you were about to reply before a defeated yelp filled the silence. Megumi’s demon dogs burst into dust, flattened against the concrete from the sheer size of the cursed spirit, which had now taken the form of a misshapen bull with innumerable eyes and hooves. Megumi tried to summon another spirit but stumbled to his knees, chest heaving from the strain. Nobara tried her best to shower the body with nails, desperately attempting to use resonance, but she didn’t have enough. It was too powerful and too large. The curse slammed Nobara to the ground, and she screamed out in pain.

Horrified, you tried to pivot toward Nobara’s side, but the witch sneered in rebuttal, lunging for you again. Her sharp nails scraped against your arm, tearing layers of skin off with her pull back. You dodged, eyes scanning the floor to find one of your blades. You reached for one lying beside what was left of the fallen witch’s skull, but a sudden miasma of black energy swatted it from your grip.

You couldn’t even look up fully before it collided with your face.

The surprise attack knocked you off your feet, and you were sent into a painful roll against the concrete, careening across the entire room until you stopped only a few feet away from Nobara. The wind was forced from your lungs, and you gasped, clutching your chest.

Nothing had ever hurt so badly. Your vision was blurry as you searched your surroundings. Nobara was unconscious, and you were wounded. Glancing down, your arm was dripping blood and darkening with bruises. But you had to keep fighting; you had to assist Yuji.

But how? You felt powerless with your weapons depleted, the blades you practiced with having no merit.

As you stumbled to your feet, your plan was shattered as you were pulled back to the ground, black tendrils curling around your arms and locking you in place. On your knees, you looked up to see Yuji in the same position. The cursed black miasma was unmovable, and you could only watch as the witches advanced on him quickly, completely forgetting about you as their nimble hands unraveled the cloth that held Sukuna’s finger.

"Yuji!" you screamed, struggling against the restraints, managing to get one knee up. “NO!” Your voice cracked with desperation, hoarse and pleading, as you tried to free yourself from the tendrils holding you down. “Leave him alone!”

Yuji fought until he couldn’t move, his eyes widening in terror at the sight of the cursed finger being shoved against his teeth. He tried to push his head away, protest, and do anything to stop them, but it was too late.

“No… stop! ” Yuji managed to plead as the witches grasped his jaw and forced it open. Tears were streaming down his face as they shoved the grotesque relic into his mouth. Seconds later, before you could take a full breath, his body twitched and convulsed.

You were crying now, forced to watch the transformation as the witches stepped back.

You had failed.

Many times, you have thought about what you would encounter on your first mission. But not one time did you think it would be something like cult witches, a grotesque necromancy spirit, and the demon inside your brother awakening.

You were not strong enough. Useless. Weak and defeated as your brother and his friends, Gojo’s students, were bleeding and about to die before your very eyes.

It was just like the first night when you were all alone and about to die. A moment where you should have died until Gojo had saved you. But he couldn't this time. It was all up to you, and you loathed it.

As Yuji convulsed on the ground, the witches approached you with evil, satisfied smirks. “Your turn, lamb.” One of them laughed, revealing the blade she intended to slit your throat with.

But your restraints loosened.

Feeling the slack, you reached out and grasped the edge of her veil and ripped it from her head. On her forehead was that same mark you saw in your vision, red and scarred, from the deepest pits of hell.

When her wide eyes were revealed, you wasted no second latching onto her soul. It was easy, barred to you like the offering they claimed you to be.

In the past, you would have hesitated to take a soul, you wouldn’t have even tried. But not when your brother’s life was on the line. Not when his soul was hanging in the balance, trying to take back control of his body and his life.

You saw what was left of her soul—only red, the same shade of dried blood. The person before this transition was no longer; her body was only a shell, a tool for the undead. It saddened you, but you pushed past your moral code and limitations to end her life.

Before the witch could gasp, before she could even feel your presence invading her soul and shattering the sacrificial magic that protected her, she slowly evaporated into primordial dust, her soul and her body together as one.

A red mist appeared, before flickering into a deep, caramel yellow, the true color of her soul, freed from the shackles of insanity. The tendrils forcing you down disappeared into swirls of light before flickering into oblivion.

Mouth agape, the last witch stared at you in horror.

But before you could advance on her, before you could even process the sudden high you were experiencing—the air shifted so violently and rushed toward your brother with such force that your hair was blown over your shoulders and you stumbled forward. The witch stumbled back, her veil almost ripping from her head.

Yuji doubled in size, a foreign, demonic laugh filling the silence as he stood dominantly higher than the witch in front of him. Marks bubbled across his skin and face, where two more eyes appeared.

As you stared back at your brother, watching his features fade into something older, someone older, you were struck with a type of fear and despair you’d never felt before. His eyes rolled back, and when they focused back on you, the light was gone, his soul was gone. Red, infernal eyes glinted at your horrified expression. Yuji’s boyish, cheerful smile now tainted with evil, destruction, and the desperation to conquer.

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Who fed me the finger.” A different voice puppeted your brother’s vocal cords. In fact, the body before you no longer resembled your brother at all. That voice had haunted you since the day you met Yuji, a voice that lurked in the shadows, watching your every move, inflicting anxiety on everyone around you at the possibility of his return.

A power that was nearing revival.

The witch standing between the two of you immediately fell to her knees and bowed her head. “It was I, Sukuna-Sama.”

No reply came from Sukuna before he narrowed his eyes and swiped his hand in front of him. The witch before you burst into hundreds of pieces, some of her blood spraying against your clothes and skin.

“Foolish majo,” he growled, snapping his wrist so forcefully that the blood covering his hand sprayed off and painted the floor around you. "Tampering with my plan.”

You were frozen, holding your breath from the sheer trepidation of what just unfolded. Still processing that you were now covered in the blood of the woman before you, still wondering how you missed it, how Sukuna was able to kill someone so quickly and brutally.

Sukuna’s four eyes immediately snapped at you, honing in on your terrified expression. They grazed over your face and your frame, seeming to gather the potential you had with one poised stare.

“What kind of trickery is this?” he asked you. The recognition that flickered in his eyes confirmed that your vision wasn’t just a warning, it was a possibility. Kyoko looked strikingly familiar to you, and you were, unfortunately, the key to her revival.

In your spiral, everything suddenly clicked into place. Like whiplash, your anxiety and your fear vanished. The adrenaline pounding in your ears subsided. Instead of despair, you felt calm.

“Release Yuji now.” You managed to reply firmly, swallowing the stammer in your throat, the fear that threatened to prickle over. One wrong move, and you could be dead like the woman before you. But you were more innovative. You needed to be.

Suddenly, Sukuna appeared next to you. His eyes grazed blatantly over your body, as if to confirm you were not the woman he initially thought you were.

“I remember you, senkensha.” Sukuna’s voice boomed, almost causing you to flinch.

He seemed amused, but strangely cautious. Even though you were staring daggers at him, trying to see into his eyes, he avoided your gaze. “The sister of my vessel.”

You grit your teeth, thinking of a reply for your next move, anything at all—something to save your skin and the students.

"A weilder of time and souls." He smirked. "Such rare and unawakened powers."

Your stomach flipped. Sukuna's compliment confirmed that he heard and saw everything when he was dormant in your brother’s body. Despite that advantage, Yuji was not told everything. Gojo was the only one who knew the true extent and possibilities of your cursed energy.

Waiting for his next move, for the right moment to make the only move you possibly could, time started to slow. It felt fluid to your movements, almost like bending to your will. You began to sense everything around you. Megumi’s energy was depleting, and he was bleeding, too, but you couldn’t help him. Nobara was still unconscious.

“Weakling,” Sukuna taunted, a bemused grin stretching across his face. “I thought the newest Yoroza supreme would be more of a challenge.”

“So why haven’t you killed me?” you asked, playing along. All you had to do was buy as much time as possible. "Or am I more useful to you alive?"

Sukuna's sneer from your blatant disrespect confirmed your answer. "You couldn't see my soul when you tried last. What makes you think that would ever change?"

But in your mind, you were barring yourself to the void, pleading with your ancestors to accept your bargain. You would submit, become the next supreme, and fully accept the power and responsibility of such a gift. This power was no longer a curse.

Lend me your strength.

Sukuna laughed, as if sensing your internal offering, as if sensing the heavenly pact you just accepted. Now, you were bound to forces you didn’t completely understand. But, you would still be a nuisance. He let out a tch.

"Foolish woman, toying with magic you can't possibly understand."

A second line began to carve into your chest, but this time, it didn’t hurt. If anything, you felt more alive than you ever had before.

Suddenly, your cursed energy flared to life, far more significant than you realized, and you felt a rush. Your pact was accepted, and you were fully awakened. Everything clicked into place, all at once. There was no more fear, there was no more hesitation. You could see everything around you all at once, and it was beautiful.

And what was even more exhilarating, was that you moved one full second faster than Sukuna, the future ticking through your mind right before it happened. Premonition, the most fateful ability.

His eyes moved faster than his body did, realizing your advancement but unable to move. Smirking at you, he didn't prepare to fight back, only raising his hand with sharpened, elongated nails and pivoting them to his chest.

Four eyes met yours. "Still too late to save your br-" Sukuna tried to gloat, almost relishing in his victory until a sudden pang grazed his soul.

The King of Curses had fallen into your trap.

Before Sukuna could carve Yuji’s heart from his own body, his eyes were filled with an array of mystifying colors. He was frozen in place, stuck in a mirage that seemed to stretch forever.

It took all of your energy, all of your willpower. It felt like the hands of your ancestors guided you. But instead of trying to eliminate Sukuna's presence, you reached out to Yuji's soul.

He was tired, his hope was diminishing, and he was on the verge of giving up. The brightness of his soul was now like a vanishing sunset, his hope diminishing. I’m here Yuji. You called out, shattering the chaos of Sukuna’s taunting. And like the first breath of fresh air that lungs inhaled after drowning, your brother took control of his body.

“Y-Y/N-” he managed to choke out before he stumbled against you. Steadying your fatigued brother, you let out a choked sob of relief.

The markings that tainted his body faded away. He was back. He wasn’t dead.

“Thank God,” you whispered, wanting to wrap your arms around him and cry, while the other half wanted to slap him for giving you such a scare. But, there was no time.

There was no time to breathe, for the second Yuji smiled back at you, shattering glass and toppling rumble echoed throughout the warehouse. The beast, the cursed spirit, had pummeled Megumi in the wall behind him, the concrete cracking in zig-zagged lines.

It roared in response, displaying some level of intelligence. But its form was littered with too much energy and too many souls for you to do anything.

“Megumi!” Yuji screamed.

As he raced to his friend, you rushed to a waking Nobara. “Im here, I’m here,” you reassured, helping her to her feet. She seemed a bit dizzy and unfocused, but she was overall okay. She’d only been out for a few minutes, and all you could grant her was one minute to regain her senses.

Dazed, Nobara stared at you. “Y/N… you’re glowing.”

Confused, you glanced down at your hands. A faint mirage of green was surrounding you, outlining your physical body.

“It's too strong,” Megumi coughed, leaning against Yuji as they approached your side. "It has reserves-"

Blood started to rush across the floor and toward the cursed spirit. You and the students would be caught in a continuous trajectory of battle until all of you or the beast ran out of cursed energy to draw from. And this beast had hundreds of more bodies to burn through, an overwhelming amount of blood to drink, and organs to consume.

“Nobara,” you whispered, not having to ask her again if she was okay, she was standing on her own two feet now. “Go behind that generator and get rid of the blood and organs.”

She, too, understood what you meant when she saw the blood trickling in slow, continuous lines to the cursed spirits. Sharing a look of understanding, Nobara darted away.

Even if you had just inherited a copious amount of magic, it wasn’t necessarily useful in combat. You had no shield, and still, no experience. This cursed spirit was ravenous, high off an equal amount of cursed energy that had been forcibly poured into it. It would do anything for more, especially if it still had a continuous supply.

Shattering glass eminated from behind you. You could sense Nobara’s cursed energy bursting to life from behind, beginning the erasure process.

In response, the beast bellowed in frustration. It was abhorrent, and the sound of bubbling flesh filled the warehouse as it split into two equally gigantic bodies. Bulging eyes and leathered skin only seemed to mimic the animals slaughtered to create it. It was as if a child had drawn a cow without knowing the correct proportions.

Steam poured from their nostrils, and once it saw your flaring cursed energy, one of them bowed its head to charge.

You threw your hands up in front of you, trying to summon your cursed energy as a shield. But its horns were sharp, and you were already fatigued. It was going to kill you, it should have killed you, but the pain never came.

Do not release yet. A voice echoed in your mind as the ceiling started to vibrate, as rubble and dust began to fall around you.

The ceiling split open, and you were blinded by the outside sun, shining down on you despite the surroundings of evil, darkness, and death.

Gojo crashed through the cement ceiling, teleporting in front of you and splitting the monster in two before you could even blink. The cursed spirit disintegrated before your eyes, and a flash of red filled the entire warehouse. It was blinding, blistering, ferocious.

Once it disappeared, all you could see was Gojo. And suddenly, everything was in its right place.

“Are you okay?” Gojo whirled around, immediately embracing you and cupping your face, relishing in your presence and touch. He inspected every cut and bruise that littered your skin, needing to make sure you were unharmed.

The presence of Sukuna lingered. Gojo had felt the air shift on his way there, even from miles away, but he could not teleport directly to your side the moment Yuji called his phone. Only a few minutes had passed, and Gojo had killed multiple witches to reach your side, but he was finally there.

He was supposed to be the smartest and strongest, and he would never be able to live with himself if his oversight had gotten you killed. But despite his worries, even though you were still alive and relatively unharmed, you were somehow different.

To touch you, he turned his infinity off, but you were not bound to anything anymore. You were…changed. It lingered in the air and vitalized your cursed energy.

“Where’s your blindfold?” you asked, looking away, wanting to look at him but knowing you shouldn’t. Your ears were still ringing, your head was still spinning, you felt more powerful than you ever had before and the voices in your head were desperate to see Gojo’s soul, to use his power as your own. It could happen if you let it, but you would never betray Gojo like that.

All that mattered at this moment was that he was there. And all you wanted to do was collapse in his arms. But there were still cursed spirits surrounding the two of you, another portion preying on a weakened Megumi, and desperate Yuji.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Gojo whispered. “Why won’t you look me in the eyes?”

“I can’t...”

“Why?”

As the realization washed over him, Gojo couldn’t help but smile. Any other man would shy away, but he only felt his heart beat faster. You no longer had to look into someone’s eyes to see their soul. Your gift was now alive and unbounded.

“My eyes…” you trailed off, while also pulling down the hem of your shirt to reveal the fresh scar. “I can see everything now.”

The part of Gojo that wanted to keep you safe and protected was immensely concerned. Your cursed energy was potent, about to explode. You had been through a vivifying transformation and had made a heavenly pact. But the uncertainty of this bond was apparent, its limitations unknown and possibly unstable.

The other part of him that appreciated everything about you, that had always craved to have not just a lover, but someone of equal strength, was insanely proud.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered tenderly, so softly that it called to your soul and settled all the uncertainties swirling in your mind. Gojo grinned, eyes grazing your entire body and the green aura that enveloped you. His thumb traced your jawline and beckoned you into a single, quick kiss.

Your eyes fluttered, and so did your heart. His eyes finally met yours, his voice soothing and calm despite the mayhem surrounding the two of you.

“You can use whatever part of me you need to,” he whispered. “Just look at me, please.”

At his plea, laced with confirmation and understanding, you listened. Gojo’s eyes were crinkled in admiration, filled with so much love and trust that your knees felt like they were going to buckle underneath you.

And it all came crashing in.

Glimpsing his soul for the first time, and the indescribable color of it all, made you gasp. It was incomprehensible. But it still made you feel more powerful than you ever thought possible.

The entire universe was at your grasp, and feeling an inch of his power was like a raindrop in the ocean. Every atom around you became yours to control. Fingers curled, eyes wide open, absorbing every color you could not see before. Every emotion, you felt it all. Everything. Infinity.

All of it surged into you. What beautiful colors. What a precious soul.

“Finally.” You cupped his face so gently, as if he was fragile, eyes sparkling with awe. “I can see you.”

But most importantly, the soul bond snapped into its rightful place. Your rightful place was beside him, and it resonated so magically that tears pricked in your eyes. Seeing all of him and accepting this bond was unlike anything else.

Gojo was your soulmate. The most beautiful white, the lightest yellow, what you assumed heaven looked like from above the clouds. The light that gave the forest below such a vibrant green, what nourished the essence of the earth and oversaw it all.

“So?” Gojo whispered, the left corner of his mouth upturned like it always did when he knew more than he was letting on. He felt it too, and everything Tomoe told him made sense.

“I think you know.”

And that’s when you saw it, a grotesque, morphed horn was seconds away from impaling Yuji and Megumi. You predicted it the second before it would happen before Gojo could unfocus his attention on you. Aided by the soul bond, and the rituals of your ancestors, for thirty whole seconds, you were the most powerful being on the planet. A seer with comparable powers hadn't been born in centuries. And you, transcended the equivalent.

As soon as the sky is colored green,

The chosen one realizes their blindness.

The Sanskrit translated in your mind, rushing thousands of years of knowledge into your brain—your prophecy.

The only woman in history with the potential to wield infinity. The Yoroza coven’s most vital supreme.

Next to Gojo, your fingers covered your left eye before abruptly parting. A heavenly essence settled in your soul. A soul now awakened with blessed, lethal abilities.

The ability to control and predict time.

“Domain expansion.” Your voice seemed to echo louder than ever before, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could process them. “Aurora Impendium.”

It was one of the fastest and most seamless domain expansions Gojo had ever seen. Without so much as a stagger, everyone in the warehouse was consumed, trapping not just the special grade but also Gojo and the students.

A sudden calmness settled over them all.

Towering red oaks—larger than life itself, with a dark sky that shifted fluidly with a pure green aura. Pink and blue, purple and white. It was as if you were all transported to a desolate mountain in Alaska. The stars shined brighter than they ever had before. The colors glimmered with your movements.

“The northern lights…” Nobara whispered in awe.

Yuji was dumbstruck, so much so that tears welled in his eyes.

Megumi felt a strange sense of comfort. It was the same type that he felt in the vision.

And Gojo, well… He fell in love with you completely and knew there was no going back now. You were the woman of his dreams, the other half of his heart, and it resonated past his comprehension. He was entranced, and so was everyone else.

As everyone processed the change of scenery, you walked forward to the cursed spirit who was frozen in place. Particles glistened as you approached, smiling softly at Yuji and Megumi before you faced the cursed spirit.

So much pain. So much suffering. Churning in agony, writhing in pain and despair, faint voices of those unheard and forgotten. They were screaming, they begged for release from this mortal coil.

Perhaps you’d been blessed with this ability for that very reason.

Gathering your senses, you didn’t realize you were being watched by Gojo and the students. You closed the gap between yourself and the cursed spirit. It couldn’t move but it was aware, the veins on its discolored and leathery neck popped with agitation and primal terror.

You entered its mind with a manner that seemed skilled, as if you had done this before. You saw its soul, and it left you perplexed, discovering something new, possibly something that no human had ever glimpsed the way you had. Something not human, yet still burning with souls. Deformed and mangled, an entity that could not be created nor destroyed, only transported to another realm.

To its rightful place of peace and tranquility.

“Be at peace, " you whispered through realms, gently placing your hand on its gnarled nose. Only a second passed before the curse started disintegrating, the body turning to dust, the soul releasing in sparkling fragments. One by one, the copies, the extensions of its life forms, faded into nothing.

Ash filled the air, almost suffocating you. Your power and the epiphany faded away.

“Y/N…” Gojo stared at you with such a mystifying expression that you briefly smiled before stumbling.

“Satoru…” you gasped, feeling your knees buckle, dismally so. How weak you had become. After wielding one of the most potent energies known, and making it your own, one look at him and you fell apart. How could a man make you crumble in such a way? To make you surrender completely from the mere sound of his voice?

One look at him, and nothing else mattered. Satoru was your home.

When he brought his hand to yours, everything made sense. What a mercy you were, giving him everything he had prayed for. Gojo felt it at that moment, he felt the infinity in his hands. He thought he knew the world in its entirety, but being next to you was like discovering a reality reborn. All the spaces his mind couldn't reach, you could. All the gaps in his mind, you filled. You encapsulated every blind spot he had.

You suffocated him intoxicatingly, and he would be damned if he let you slip through his fingers.

For once in his life, someone was able to take care of and protect him. Someone finally understood what he went through every time he let his eyes surface. The burden of power was not solely on his shoulders.

Heavenly, you were. Powerful. The moon to his sun, everything, and more. It was you; it had always been you. The realization was overwhelming, and it was earth-shattering. Unless someone were to experience this moment, it would not make sense. It just clicked. You were so in love with him that you would do anything for him.

It caused your body to shiver. You were made for him in every sense, in every moment, throughout space and time.

“I knew it.” Gojo held you against him, tightly, as if you would escape, as if you would even think about leaving him. “You were made for me.”

“I am,” you whispered breathlessly, grasping him desperately, feeling euphoric on the comedown. Three words. On the tip of your tongue, deep within your soul that nobody else could see, not in the way you could glimpse theirs. But Gojo could. He knew you in the same way you knew him.

With that, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was as if a dam had broken, and his pent-up emotions poured out unto you. A rush of blocked water, of what was meant to be, as nature intended.

Addicted, euphoric, Gojo deepened your kiss. He gripped you with entail, with need, causing a sigh to leave your nose. Parting his lips, his tongue danced along your lower lip, begging for more, begging for your whole mouth.

And for a brief moment, barely a second, you let him. With smitten eyes, Gojo stared down at you, almost unable to believe you kissed him, was kissing him, in front of the students no less. Pulling him tight against you, your tongue met his with the same ferocity. He breathed in your scent and absorbed your taste. Kissing you felt natural as if your bodies had been made for each other.

“Please.” He pouted when you pulled away, as you realized the students were staring at you.

“Later,” you whispered, knowing that hiding your passion for him was impossible. As you pulled away from Gojo, you noticed you were breathing with him in tune, breathing the same fire, from the same lung.

Eyes tethered in contract. The second you could get him alone you would take him. With a warm, gentle brush of your fingers along his cheek, Satoru pulled back and gathered himself, understanding your intentions.

You loved him back. He could feel it, and there were no more questions.

As Yuji stared at you, recognizing the same happiness in your expression and movements, all he could feel was joy. You were happy, and so was Gojo. That was all that mattered to him. And honestly, it made sense. Not that he expected your relationship, but it had never opposed him, and he had never had any distrust in either of you. If you deserved anyone, it was Gojo-Sensei. And if anyone deserved his eldest, newfound, but unique sister, it was Gojo-Sensei.

You had saved him, just like Gojo had saved him.

“It makes sense.” Yuji’s lip quivered.

Megumi noticed, and even he had nothing to say. The truth was they all had known the whole time. You and Gojo made sense from the beginning, despite your attempt to hide it.

“He’s different with Y/N,” Megumi said, smiling slightly as he turned to Itadori. “I’ve never seen him act like that with anyone else.”

“Did they seriously just make out in front of us?” Nobara asked with mock disgruntlement in her tone, scrunching her nose. But even her, despite her jokes, felt tender as she watched you embrace Gojo-Sensei. She could only wish to love someone as deeply as Gojo seemed to love you. But, loving someone as passionately as you loved him back was a feeling she wondered about. That type of bond and trust, was few and far between.

A true soulmate. A type of euphoria that most would never find.

From Nobara’s joke, you completely pulled off of Gojo, but still lingered closely, so closely that you let his arm slide around your waist. A bashful claim.

“Is everyone okay?” you questioned with a smile.

“Thanks to you.” Nobara smiled back, cracking under the pure light you managed to exude. A type of kindness, peacefulness, and grace unique only to you.

“Are you feeling okay Y/N?” Yuji asked, eyebrows creased with worry.

Nodding, you sank against Satoru further. Only the slight sting of the gash on your arm remained.

"I'm just tired," you replied before your eyes fell into a slit; you leaned into Gojo and murmured quietly. “I need you now.”

Like him, you were desperate for a moment alone.

And there was hardly a conversation before he teleported all of you back to Jujutsu Tech.

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