satoruphilia

[satoruphilia]

Request for johnnie with fem reader

Maybe like a virgin johnnie and reader is his first relationship and he's super nervous to have sex and he avoids the topic whenever you bring it up and you don't know why but then he finally tells you that he's a virgin and you teach him everything and he's a sub

ofc!

I think he mighta lied

tags/ warnings: virgin johnnie, shopping for sex toys, sex education, p in v, trip to spencers, use of a vibrator, just overall smut 😭

minors do not interact

pairing: johnnie x fem

Johnnie had always been a nervous wreck around you. He'd stutter and stammer, fidget with his hands, and sometimes even turn beet red when he looked at you. You couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that made him so uncomfortable. One night, as you were cuddling on the couch, you decided to bring it up. "Johnnie, sweetheart… is something bothering you? You seem… I don't know, a little off tonight."

He hesitated for a moment, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. "I-it's just… I… I've never really been with anyone before," he blurted out, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. "I mean… not like this."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You're a virgin?" You whispered, not quite believing your ears. He nodded mutely, his face burning up even more. "Oh, Johnnie… I had no idea," you said, your voice filled with sympathy and understanding. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling a rush of protectiveness and tenderness wash over you.

"It's okay, love," you assured him. "We can take it slow, and I'll make sure you feel comfortable and loved every step of the way." He looked up at you, hope and uncertainty warring in his eyes. "You know I'll always take care of you, right?" you said, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. He nodded slowly, his expression softening as he leaned into your touch.

Over the next few days, you found yourself becoming more and more curious about his sexuality. You wanted to explore it with him, to help him discover what felt good and how he could best express himself. You considered asking about his fantasies or if he'd ever used any sex toys, but you didn't want to push him too far too quickly. You wanted him to feel safe and secure in your arms first.

One evening, as you were making dinner together, you casually mentioned a sex toy you'd seen in a shop. "Oh, that sounds interesting," he said, looking thoughtful. "I've always been curious about those." You exchanged a sly smile and decided to take the plunge. "Well, why don't we go check it out together?" You asked, leading him by the hand toward the shop.

Inside, you browsed through the selection of sex toys together, your hands occasionally brushing against each other as you examined different items. "This one looks pretty cool," you said, picking up a sleek, black vibrator. "It's waterproof, so we could even use it in the shower." Johnnie blushed deep red but didn't pull his hand away. "Y-yes," he stammered. "That sounds… nice." He seemed to be growing more comfortable with the topic as you continued to discuss it, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of pride and affection for him.

Eventually, you decided to purchase the vibrator and a few other items. As you checked out, Johnnie's face flushed even deeper, but he didn't complain when you suggested that you could test out the toys together that night. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being so intimate with him, of helping him explore his sexuality and find pleasure.

Once you were back at home, you led Johnnie to the bedroom, your movements slow and deliberate. You undressed him carefully, revealing his soft, smooth skin, and then helped him remove your own clothes. He lay down on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his breathing labored. You knelt beside him, running your fingers lightly down his chest and abdomen before reaching between his legs.

As you guided his hand to the vibrator, he looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. You smiled reassuringly and showed him how to turn it on. The low hum filled the room, and you could see the anticipation building in his eyes. "Take your time," you whispered, "and just focus on how it feels." He nodded, hesitantly pressing the vibrator against his erection. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the sensation, and then he let out a shaky breath.

You watched him as he explored the sensation, his hips beginning to move in time with the vibration. His hands trembled slightly, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, it only added to the endearingly human quality of the scene. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling a surge of love and protectiveness well up inside you. "It's okay, sweetheart," you murmured. "You're doing great." He turned his head into your touch, his eyes still fixed on the vibrator in his hand. "It feels… really good," he whispered.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, enjoying the sensation and finally beginning to feel comfortable in his own skin. You moved to kneel between his spread legs, taking the vibrator from his hand and guiding it expertly against his flesh. He arched his back, letting out a moan as the vibrations intensified. You watched him closely, admiring the way he moved, the way his body responded to pleasure.

As his breathing grew ragged and his hips began to thrust into your touch, you reached out to explore his body further. You ran your fingers lightly over his chest and stomach, teasing him with the promise of more sensation. He gasped and squirmed beneath you, his erection throbbing in time with his heartbeat. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal at the power you had over him, at the trust he'd placed in you to help him discover this new side of himself.

With a soft moan, you pressed your body against his, guiding him into you. The sensation of being filled, of feeling so connected, was overwhelming in the best possible way. You wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him to move deeper, faster. He met your rhythm with eager strokes, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he lost himself in the pleasure.

The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, and the smell of sweat and arousal hung heavy in the air. You looked down at Johnnie's flushed face, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. You could feel the tension building inside him, the impending release of all that built-up desire and anticipation. You knew that it wouldn't be long now.

You slowed your movements, drawing out the pleasure for as long as you could, savoring the feel of him inside you and the way he moved against you. His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking harder with each thrust. You could feel the muscles in his back tensing, preparing for the release that was rapidly approaching.

As he reached his peak, you felt his hot seed spill inside you, filling you up and connecting you in a way that seemed to reach beyond the physical. His body went rigid for a moment, then relaxed, collapsing onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm pulse through your own body.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, breathing heavily, and looked down at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were glassy with pleasure. "That was…," he began, and then trailed off, unable to find the words to adequately describe what he'd just experienced. You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the sight of him so thoroughly satisfied.

As your heart rate began to slow, you moved to lie beside him, propping your head up on one hand. He reached out to caress your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingers. "thank you," he whispered, his voice still husky with desire.

might start writing for colby brock/ sam golbach soon 😏

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Jake Webber x reader you move in with him and Johnnie and you guys are all besties Jake has like a huge crush on you and always is just following you around like a puppy

i love this idea <3

crush.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: same as the request with a twist! (reader has a crush too!)

cw: fluff, language, oblivious!jake x oblivious!reader

word count: 1.4k + edited

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“I think that’s the last of it!” you shout up the stairs to Jake and Johnnie as you drag your final box of belongings through the front door. You were finally moving in with them after nearly a year of friendship. You’d all hung out so often, had so many sleepovers, and filmed so many videos that the three of you came to the conclusion that it’d be easier for you to just move in. 

“Yay!” you hear a voice shout down in response, a voice that could only belong to Jake. He was so excited for you to move in, it was all he’d been talking about since you pitched the idea to them a month ago. Of course, Johnnie was excited too, but Jake was the one who had set up a group countdown, made a shared Google Calendar, and began preemptively decorating your bedroom with things he knew you liked. You’d told him he didn’t have to do all that, but he insisted. 

Jake runs down the steps, grinning wide, and Johnnie follows behind, with a softer smile. Jake wraps you in his arms, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, “My best friend is finally moving in!!” 

“Hey, I thought I was your best friend,” Johnnie teases, pouting.

“You’re both my best friends,” Jake replies, pulling Johnnie in too so you’re all in a smooshed group hug. 

“I love you guys so much,” you say, and it’s true. Sure, you’d only been friends with them for a year, but you have genuinely never felt more connected to two people. When you met for the first time at a random bar in LA, you three hit it off. It only took one night and you were instantly attached at the hip. Soon you were filming with them, their fans became your fans (which you’d never had before), and life was good. You couldn’t recall two other people you’d ever felt such an unbreakable bond with, such pure unbridled love for, who you would do anything for. And you knew they both felt the same. 

Platonic love is a strange thing. You can want all of somebody, all their flaws, all their likes and dislikes, everything, without ever wanting more than that. Knowing them is enough. That’s how it started with you three. Unconstrained platonic love for one another that was incredibly evident to everyone who interacted with you. 

One day somewhere along the line, though, things had changed for you. Towards one of them, at least. Johnnie had always been like your brother, and that’s how it would stay. You loved him more than most people on the planet, but purely platonically. 

Jake… Jake was different. You had never intended for it to happen. You swore your relationship was strictly platonic. But a few months ago, you realized that you never got nauseous when Johnnie hugged you, whispered a joke in your ear when a stranger did something funny in public, or cuddled with you on the couch. When Jake did those things, you felt more than a little nervous. 

These feelings were what prolonged your moving in. Did you really want to risk living with someone you had feelings for? Did you really want to risk losing him as your best friend? In the end, you decided you could separate your romantic and platonic feelings for him, right? Because having him in your life, having him as your best friend, was more important than a silly crush.

Now, you were sandwiched between your two best friends, freshly moved in to live with them for the next however-many months, or years, and it’s not that you weren’t excited. You definitely were. You were just a little scared too. 

Jake piped up, “I love you more,” and kissed your forehead. You felt your heart skip a beat. You and Jake had been giving each other little kisses for months. Cheeks, forehead, hands… anywhere but your lips, really. Johnnie wasn’t one for that level of physical affection, so it stays between you and Jake. It’s your thing. Only recently, it’s been harder and harder to act like you’re not on the verge of blushing every time he does it. Jake separates himself from you and Johnnie, “Can I help you unpack, y/n?” he asks.

“Ugh, Jake, you’re so good to me,” you sigh, dramatically placing a hand on your heart. He follows you upstairs, carrying the last of your boxes for you as you enter your new bedroom for the first time. You let out a gasp as you cross the threshold, “Jake… this is so fucking cool.” String lights draped across the back wall, posters from all your favorite artists lined the wall next to your bed, and your desk was fully set up with a new PC and rolling office chair. 

“Yeah… I may have gone a little overboard,” he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. 

“You really didn’t have to do all this! Did you… buy me a new computer?” you stare at him, shocked.

“Maybe?” he giggles, “I wanted to give you a housewarming gift!”

“Jake, that must’ve been so expensive! Let me know how much it was and I can pay you back!” 

“No, y/n! I wanted to, I promise,” he steps towards you and pulls you into another tight hug, your bodies swaying together. He looks down at you and smiles, that toothy grin he knows you love. You kiss his nose, smiling up at him in return, “You’re actually the best person I’ve ever met.” you say.

“No, you,” Jake counters, cheeks going red. Was he… flustered? After a few more seconds of prolonged eye contact, he clears his throat and pulls away from you, “Okay! Let’s get this room set the fuck up!!” he chants, attempting to hype you up for the hours of unpacking ahead. You never expected either of your best friends to help you unpack, but of course Jake offered. He was just like that. He would do whatever it took to make your life easier. Johnnie had to leave to shoot a music video, so he couldn’t help anyway, but you weren’t upset about getting a little alone time with Jake.

You moved out into the hallway, where the majority of your boxes sat, and Jake followed close behind you. “Hmm… I think I wanna start with these,” you say, motioning toward a stack of boxes a few feet in front of you. Jake quickly moves to pick them up, well, he tries to pick them up, he only manages to carry two at a time. He carries them into your bedroom and places them on the ground, careful not to break anything fragile inside. 

You laugh, “You don’t have to carry everything in for me, you know.”

“But I want to,” he gazes at you, giving you his best pout. “I don’t want my girl to have to lift a finger,” he points at you, grinning. 

You feel your cheeks flush, his girl. You avert your eyes and smile, “Okay then, you’re free to do whatever you want.”

He gazes at you, “Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.” 

He walks up to you and holds your face in both hands, planting a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your mouth. It was just a peck, but your heart still leaps out of your chest, and your stomach tied in knots. 

You look up at him, surprised, and he just smiles down at you, blushing, and lets out a breathy laugh. “Let’s get to work!” 

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Three hours later

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You’re finally finished unpacking, Jake admittedly did most of it, not at your request, but at his insistence. He follows you downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, “I’m not sure if we have anything for a full meal, but I can buy us something. What’re you feeling, love?”

Love? He’d never called you love before, you note. “You don’t have to buy me anything, Jake. I can pay for myself,” you smile.

“You’re finally moved in, I wanna spoil you! Trust me, if I didn’t want to spend my money on you, I wouldn’t have offered,” he slings an arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head. You turn your head to meet his gaze, noses so close they’re almost touching. He blushes again. 

If his feelings for you are mutual… living with your two best friends just got a whole lot more interesting.

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this was so fun to write i love writing fluff!

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[satoruphilia]

Stronger Than The Strongest? Gojo x Reader

tags: somewhat canon au, reader is a sorcerer, geto doesnt go insane, reader's curse is pretty much yuta's, tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, no smut, fair date, gojo is head over heels, featuring the smiths

A/N: I have 4 hours to fuck around before I need to get to work, wish me luck

2.2k words ON THE DOT!

Being a student sorceror was something you never expected. Finding friends along the way, and even a boyfriend? Unheard of. But here you were, you had a main friend group with Gojo Satoru, the strongest, Geto Suguru, your best friend, and Shoko Ieri, the only sense of the group. She had some medical technique you didnt understand, resulting in her dreams to become a doctor. Geto's and Gojo's were the most powerful. Your cursed technique was a little more complicated than theirs, you didn't even know if it was a cursed technique or luck. Before the Jujutsu world, you were on the streets with one friend, Rika. Until one day, you found her dead. The grief of the incident transformed her into a Curse. She was basically attached to you, she came out when you requested. When she came out, her strength was comparable to Sukuna, king of curses. But you also had trouble controlling her.

You, Geto and Gojo were sent on a mission, which instantly soured your mood. Gojo was so self absorbed and inlove with himself. How the hell did Suguru put up with him? He was a spoiled sheltered boy, you knew how the world rolled, just didn't know how he hadn't been bitch slaped yet (an; im sorry gojo) atleast you had geto with you aswell.

"Y/N! After this, let's go get candy, im hungry!" You rolled your eyes, continuing your walk to an abandoned middle school. There were reports of a Grade 1 curse killing off the kids. While they fucked around, you were focused on analyzing the situation. Would Rika be necessary or could you let them deal with it? You were tired anyway.

You and Geto made the decision to let Gojo handle the curse after you found it. Given his strength, he could handle it. As Gojo muttered something about showing off due to his audience, you took one of Geto's cigerettes and lit it. Throughout a battle, the curse unexpectedly doubled, and then those two doubled. Four curses were now aimed at him. His strategy faltered, raising an eyebrow between the two of you.

Gojo Satoru was struggling, huh. Not something you planned to see in this lifetime. He grunted, falling onto his back after another blow. Did that idiot seriously turn off infinity to show off? "Rika," you said coolly. A dark curse appeared behind you, before going after the duplicates.

Geto laughed and threw his arm over Gojo's shoulder, "You're a dumbass." All he did was roll his eyes.

"I had it under control, y/n just wanted to impress me, right?" This had Geto roaring in laughter. You were walking beside the two, drinking a bottle of water, even more tired than when you came.

"Can't believe you already lost your title," He teased, "The strongest isnt the strongest anymore" Gojo rolled his eyes and laughed it off, but observing him closely, something was different. Fear? Hurt? Did he just get humbled? It was fascinating. They ran off to some candy shop, and that was the end of it.

Maybe.

While you forgot about it, Gojo drove himself crazy. He knew what Geto said was a joke, 80% of what he said was a joke. Now he was obsessing over it. Not even the fact that he struggled, but how nonchalant you were about saving his ass. You still had a cigerette in hand the whole time. The way you effortlessly wielded your cursed techniques, the grace in your movements, and the fire in your eyes ignited something within Gojo. As the minutes ticked by, Gojo found himself unable to focus on anything else. His mind drifted to you. You became more than just a lady to him. He started to stare at you in class, always trying to study with you without Geto, taking note of your beauty. That was another thing that drove him crazy. He knew you were conventually attractive, but now you were so much more.

"That was hilarious," he greeted, a playful glint in his eyes. "You correcting Yaga-sensei. The class was wild!"

You chuckled. "He was making himself look stupid, so yeah."

He chuckled in return, rubbing the back of his head. "You still need help with Math? Im an expert." Where did he learn that from? Geto, who he wouldn't shut up to. Of course, he never shut up, but he was always asking Geto about you. You and Geto were closer friends, considering he was a respectable person unlike Gojo. You two occasionally skated and smoked together, and Gojo was not jealous at all. Even after Geto told him you were like his little sister.

As the conversation continued, Gojo found himself hanging onto your every word, genuinely intrigued by your words. He laughed at your jokes, listened intently to your stories, and even found reasons to touch on shared interests. It wasn't long before he realized that his feelings were evolving beyond a mere admiration for you.

In the following days, Gojo's interactions with you became more intentional. He'd join you for lunch, initiate conversations about non-jujutsu related topics, and even offer his assistance in training. When he found out how much you loved music, he made a playlist for when you two hung out. All your favorites were in there, and he sprinkled in a few love songs by your favorite singers. His once carefree demeanor seemed to soften in your presence, and there were moments when his gaze lingered just a bit longer, his eyes betraying a depth of feeling.

Eyes dont lie, something you've learned throughout your youth. So you hyperfixated on it when talking to people. Thats how you saw through people's bullshit, especially guys who just wanted you for your body. Initially, you assumed Gojo was trying to get in your pants. but now its been 3 months since that mission. 3 months since he's changed his attitude around you. And around a month since you started falling for him aswell.

It wasn't until a quiet evening in the school library that you realized your feelings. He found you reading with your headphones in, smiling as he took a seat next to you. "I love the smiths," You flinched, looking up at him and pulling one headphone to the side.

"Sorry?"

"I said I love the smiths," It took a second, then you smiled, realizing it could be heard from outside. You paused your song, taking them off. "You know, listening to music that loud can make you go deaf."

"Then together we'd make the Helen Keller duo, huh?" He snorted. You laughed aswell. The joke wouldn't be funny anywhere else, but with him, everything seemed to be downright hilarious.

"I'm not blind, my vision is so good I can wear a blindfold and still see perfectly," The conversation dissolved into nonsense. Music, studying, whats new, cats, even the upcoming summer break. Eventually he brought up your curse, interrogating it's ability. "So why does she do everything you say?"

"We have a deal. If I give her energy, she will do as I say. It's like Aki Hayakawa's ability, if you've ever seen-"

"Chainsaw Man!!" He exclaimed, making you smile wider. "I literally love that anime, I binged it at a sleepover with Suguru," Once again, the conversation dissolved into useless stuff. Eventually, it was brought back to Suguru. "Are you secretly crushing on my Sugu?" You snorted.

"He's like my brother."

"Ohh, so you're crushing on me!" You felt a heat on your cheeks, but rolled your eyes.

"That'd be pointless, you have other girls waiting on you." His smile nearly faltered.

"You can't blame them, Im the hottest on campus."

"You know, I don't think I see Sugu as a brother anymore," You said with a smirk. He groaned before gagging.

"Im hotter than him, thats why I have a roster," This time, you gagged.

"thats so cringe. How do you explain him dating Kaelyn then?" He rolled his eyes, changing the subject again. It must be like 1 in the morning now, and he offered to walk you to your dorm. Your comment on him having other girls stuck with him. You were smart, had the highest grades in most of your classes and you were an expert on analyzing. Why couldn't you see his feelings for you? And why was he feeling like a middle school boy, why was it so hard to talk to you? Were you seriously stronger than him?

Gojo, normally the master of composed nonchalance, found himself stumbling over his words. "Y/n," You looked at him. He knew he was obvious, considering Suguru and Shoko always asked him if he had asked you out already. Suguru even told him it was obvious to everyone except for him and you, then calling you two idiots. "You should come to the fair with me tomorrow, I'll pick you up." You smiled brightly, reached the door to your dorm.

"Alright, text me the time. Bye Gojo."

"huh, you still wont call me Satoru," He whined.

"Bye, Satoru"

Shit.

If he wasnt head over heels already he was now.

Four knocks hit your door the next evening. You opened the door for him after fixing your hair for the 32nd time. He looked you up and down, a pink tint growing on his cheeks. "Your outfit is beautiful." Even in its simplicity, beauty can be found. You donned a red tube top, black jacket and bootcut jeans. He wore black jeans and a white tee.

At the fair, you two had tons of fun running around. Geto also came, he brought Kaelyn, who kept calling this a double date. They eventually ran off, leaving you and Gojo alone. You challenged him to one of the games, both wanting the cute cat plushie. He of course won, but decided to give you the plushie. You kept it sticking out of your purse slightly, as if it were Elle Woods and her chihuahua. Your cheeks were sore from smiling and talking so much. It grew dark, meaning it was a busy time for the fair. You didn't think much of it, hell, you weren't even analyzing the crowd so see if anyone had bad intentions. You were so focused on Gojo.

Speaking of being focused on Gojo, he gradually become more and more irritated. You stopped him, having to yell over top the people, asking whats wrong. He tried to play it off, then you realized his head was probably so overwhelmed with how many people were there. You took his hand and walked around, finding a spot behind a hot dog machine. He sat down, groaning and rubbing his temples. "Too many people..." You sat next to him, closer than friends should be. You held his hand, waiting for his migraine to calm down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this," Your eyebrow raised, surprised to hear him apologize sincerly.

"Dont, you didn't ruin anything." After a minute, he looked at you, the proximity sending red to his cheeks.

"Suguru was right," You eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Youre stronger than me," His gazed set on your eyes, then your lips. "Can I kiss you?" You only smiled, leaning closer.

"Yeah," You weren't sure who closed the distance, neither of you were, but your lips were pressed against his. You pulled away, before leaning back in. You'd been waiting for god knows how long. When you pulled away this time, his hand rested on yours again. "I'm not stronger than you, Satoru."

"Theres a million definitions to strength. I can't describe it, but you are stronger than me. As a person." You understood what he meant. You talked about nothing and yet everything, still sitting behind the truck, the noise of people dying down.

"Its about 9:00pm, people are starting to leave. Do you want to ride the ferris wheel?" He smiled, taking your hand and standing up, helping you up after.

"Of course," when you two left, Geto and Kaelyn saw you holding hands and squealed like little kids. They started on who bet what, making Satoru laugh. You were right earlier, there were a lot less people. 'Nobody Gets Me' was playing faintly in the background.

How am I supposed to tell you?

I dont wanna see you with anyone but me

On the ferris wheel, he had one arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other hand holding yours.

Nobody gets me like you

How am I supposed to let you go

You looked into the stars, mesmerized by their beauty. Satoru stared at you, just like you stared into the stars. He could get lost in you. Satoru wasn't a man who had plans for the future. He knew he would have to be a sorceror, and he'd die being one. He was okay with that on the terms that he wouldn't be bored, and he'd have a really fucking cool death. Now that had changed, all he wanted to do was grow old with you. He was okay dying of sickness or age, as long as you were by his side.

Only like myself when Im with you

Nobody gets me, you do

part 2???

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Twt links for the jjk men

MDNI!!!

Gojo Satoru; his dub>> from da back attackment: 1 video black gojo

Geto Suguru; your pov attachment: 1 video new tattoo date night

Toji Fushiguro; muscles movie night rough attachment; 1 video mama fushiguro

Nanami Kento; such a cutie hair pulling stress relief date night (same a geto's)

Choso Kamo; gentle make out

Gojo and Geto's Tagteam; double trouble while standing up?

should i do aot next?

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Just Wanna Get High With My Lover (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

tags: mdni, nsfw, weed obviously, smut, slight dubcon (they are high), y/n is a stoner, afab reader, gojo is so cute omg, gojo is emotional, high sex, slight hurt/comfort near end, petnames, established relationship, not proofread

A/N: I haven't wrote in forever omg 1.8k words

Listen to Moonlight - Kali Uchis trust me bae

You let out a loud huff as you face planted onto your bed. You spread your arms out, finally getting a break after your long day. First you were sent on a mission with your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, to catch a seemingly easy grade 3 curse, then it turns out there were like 5 more no one knew about. Gojo of course made missions impossibly more annoying by always trying to show off. Sometimes he acted like he was still in middle school trying to impress his crush. After that tiring mission, Gojo wouldnt stop nagging you about this new desert place 30 minutes away. "Baby...they literally have everything sweet in the world. We have to try it, just this once!" What do you do to make a pleading child shut up? You give them what they wanted. That was one of your weaknesses, you couldn't deny Gojo's pretty eyes, and he knew it. After spending almost 2 hours getting sweets, you were finally home.

"This is my bed too, be considerate to your roomies!" You rolled your eyes. "It used to be my bed until someone forced themselves into my dorm." You sat up, opening a drawer next to your bed and pulling out a familiar jar. Now it was his turn to sprawl out on the bed, you scooted to the edge of the bed so he couldnt knock anything over. He watched as you set down your grinder as well, preparing to make the evenings blunt. "Now youre gonna kill me with the fumes, hmph!" He was so overdramatic, you just needed to chill. The first time he complained about you smoking around him, you actually did almost put it out. Geto laughed and told you to ignore him. He and Shoko smoked all the time. Shoko was more cigerettes, whereas Geto was 50/50. You preferred your blunts, and the closest thing to Gojo smoking was him breathing out in the cold winter. You licked the paper before preparing your herbs on it, then rolling. Gojo watched closely, he did every time.

"I don't understand why you're always smoking," You picked your lighter out of your pocket and light the blunt. "I don't always smoke. Plus, it calms me down." Being a student sorcerer was stressful, and dating Gojo was even more stressful. Sativa was the one thing keeping you from going insane sometimes. He watched as you took a hit, like a child seeing a exotic animal for the first time.

"Let me see it," You snorted, then you realized he was serious. "Knock yourself out Satoru..." You handed him the blunt. "How do I do it?"

"Satoru, why do you want to smoke? I thought you were 'too healthy' for that?"

"I want to brag to Suguru, about how I can also smoke 420" That sent you lying on your back on the bed, laughing your ass off. "What?!" He seemed offended.

"There ain't no way you just said that corny shit." You were already laughing like you were 5 blunts in, of course Gojo would say something cringe like that. "Satoru, baby" You looked at him with a straight face before another laughing fit.

"What? Is that not cool to say?"

"Thats just-thats not how thats used babe," You still giggled, sitting back up and seeing he was still holding the blunt with confusion. "Okay, first of all, dont be smoking cause you think you'll be coo-"

"Oh my god, chill out mom, I'm an adult!" You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, give me." You took it into your fingers and put it to your lips, gently sucking in and letting it sit before breathing out. "Like that," He took it and tried to imitate what you did. After 3 seconds of inhaling, he started coughing. You tried not to laugh, making sure he was okay. He stuck his tongue out. "Bleh! That tastes nasty."

"You wanted to try it." He attempted again, this time getting about 4 or 5 seconds of inhale. He coughed less this time. You two took turns before he laid down with a low moan. "I feel like I'm flying." You were a bit faded too, but his eyes were getting pretty red under his sunglasses. You laughed at his state, never expecting to see the greatest sorcerer like this. He stared at the ceiling while you turned on Jhene Aiko. "Fuck... y/n, i feel so good." He almost moaned. You couldnt deny, you blushed at that. You also couldnt believe how dramatic he was sometimes. He sat up. "And hungry."

"Someone has the munchies," You sang along. He grabbed the bag from the sweet shop earlier and stared eating. One thing you never understood about him was how he could eat any sweets he wanted and still have the most handsome abs in the universe. He always had muscles ever since you known him. And he has never gone a day without a million sweets. Made absolutely zero sense. "You know Shaggy was a stoner." You mumbled, taking another hit and sitting next to him, huddling closer.

"From Scooby Doo?"

"No, from Dora, stupid." He laughed. Normally he wouldve had something witty to say back, but he just laughed like you were Pete Davidson.

"It was so obvious he was smoking, do you remember Mary Jane?"

"Hell yeah, she was 12 year old me's idol."

"Huh, i thought it wouldve been Daphne" He took a hit, starting to get the hang of it. He still coughed almost every time.

"Why?"

"Dunno, she was hot." You shook your head, not even wanting to argue or reason. You watched as he switched from donut to blunt, almost confusing the two time to time. He handed you the blunt and you gradually brought it to your lips, feeling the vibe. "Zoinks! Mary Jane's like my favorite name!" You spit out any smoke you inhaled, coughing whilst bursting out laughing. Not only did he say that out of no where, he did a perfect Shaggy impression, causing you both to throw a laughing fit.

"What the hell is wrong with you Satoru?" You said between coughs before laughing again. Eventually, you both calmed down, staring at each other. You were reminded of what you were daydreaming of earlier, how the hell he kept his muscles. How were they so fine. He read the lustful look in your eyes, then pulled you in for a kiss. The blunt was forgotten on the floor, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down while your hands explored his neck and hair. His hair was so soft. His pace was much quicker than the previous times, his kisses moving down your jaw, then your neck. He hands rushed under your baggy t shirt. "W-wait, Satoru" He looked at you. "You're high...are you-"

"I heard being high during sex feels ten times better."

"But you're not-"

"Y/n, Thats the reason I wanted to get high with you. So Yeah, sober me consents and high me consents. Do you consent?"

"Of course," He went back to kissing down your body. "Plus, you're so gorgeous like this." You scoffed.

"Am I not as gorgeous when youre sober?"

"Eh..." You smacked him on the head gently, making him laugh. He came back up to kiss your lips while smiling. He looked at you, taking off his sunglasses. His shining blue eyes contrasted his reddened sclera. "So fucking beautiful," He mumbled. He couldnt stop kissing you, couldn't get enough. Soon your shirt was gone, then his. Next was your bra. It drove you crazy how he could undo your bra with two fingers in literal seconds. Especially when it took you forever. He played with your tits, praising them before kissing further down your stomach. You giggled, his breath tickling you. Everything was much more sensitive. His hands were in your pants before you knew it. He worked his fingers around your clit, then sliding them down further. He watched as your breath quickened the faster he thrusted his fingers into you. He curls them and you were seeing stars.

"Feel good baby?" You nodded. After three songs by Jhene Aiko in a row, Kali Uchis came on. 'Moonlight' Spotify read.

"Cmon Satoru..." You whined out, making him smirk. His sweatpants were pulled down, and he positioned himself infront of your legs. He wouldn't miss out of teasing you, but it didn't take long for him to be thrusting deep inside you. Both of your moans were much louder than usual. You could already see the noise complaints coming in. He had fucked you high before, considering you were high a lot. But you were never this high, and the high sex was never so sensual. He always held back a little when you've smoked a blunt or joint because he wanted to be the reason youre sensitive out your mind. But now you both were feeling so good. You felt something drip onto your cheek, then your forehead. You looked up in confusion, realizing he was crying. "Toru?" He stared at you, mesmerized. You put your hands on his shoulders in attempt to slow his movements. "Toru, whats wrong?"

"Im so fucking in love with you..." He mumbled, putting his head into your shoulder. You moaned into his ear with each thrust. "You dont even understand...I refall inlove with you every fucking day..." You smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Fuck...Love you so much toru," He cried and moaned into your neck, his face was red. He mumbled sweet words into your ears, professing his love over and over. He came inside you with a loud cry, you followed. "Fuck!" His voice cracked, taking deep breaths.

You two laid there trying to catch your breath, he was still holding onto you tight. As if he let go, you'd disappear. The moment was so intimate, there was basically red leds and roses everywhere. It reminded you of the day you realized you were in love with him. It was on a mission sophomore year, you two were paired up to find a grade 1 curse. When you thought you had got rid of it, it came right at you. Gojo had pushed you out of the way, and fought the curse. There was a moment, and total of 20 seconds where you believed he was dead. In those 20 seconds, a million thoughts and emotions overwhelmed you. Guilt, worry, sadness, anger. But he got up like nothing had happened and laughed at your face. You rolled your eyes, but that night your feelings were abundantly clear. Your worst thought during those 20 seconds was "I never got to tell you how much I loved you". You never thought you would use that word in the same sentence as Gojo, but you did, and you meant it. Maybe in another life, he had actually died. Maybe in this life, you were given another chance. So you made sure you didnt waste that opportunity.

"I love you y/n" He wiped his tears, kissing your cheek over and over. "Youre my everything." You smiled at him, catching him in a kiss.

"Zaza got you emotional, huh?"

"I'm seriously your shaggy, you're my Mary Jane" You snorted at that.

"You don't smoke enough for me, plus im not as hippie as her." You said sarcastically, laying on your side when he pulled out. "Anything else?"

"Morticia and Gomez Adams. Cause I'd kill for you." You giggled, rolling your eyes. "Are you calling me emo?"

"Jeez y/n, just accept my love!" He whined.

"Love you too, 'toru"