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satoru gojo - a man after his own heart

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ~ content tags!! MDNI, smut, enemies to lovers, brief mentions of past bullying, miscommunication, !sorcerergojo, fem!reader, blind date, blindfolded gojo, body worship (fem receiving), head (fem receiving), p in v, creampies , use of y/n, porn with plot, praise, making it fit

word count: uhhhhh a lot

**smut below the cut!!<33**

satoru gojo was the most self obsessed, intrinsically narcissistic, obnoxious man you had ever met.

the blue-eyed, white-haired, whiny jujutsu sorcerer had been on your last nerve since the first time you’d met him. always insisting on one upping anyone else in the room, desperate to prove the fact that everyone already knew to be (annoyingly) true: gojo was the strongest man alive.

you walked alongside the treetop-canopy covered pathway, the warm tokyo summer breeze providing much relief after your intense training. you checked the time once more, having been glancing at your wrist on-and-off for the better part of the afternoon. the date you had begrudgingly agreed to go on now rapidly approaching.

“you’ve gotta get out soon, you’re living as monotonous a life as me at this point. besides,” she gave a slow, sly grin as she took a drag from her cigarette. “you seriously need to get laid.”

you felt your face heat at the memory, remembering your near feral insanity the other night complaining to your closest friend when you heard a familiar, grating voice touch your ears as you whip your head around.

“heyyyyy, y/nnnnnn! wait up!!” you ground your teeth and shut your eyes tightly as gojo leisurely jogged behind you. he knew how much you hated him, and he reveled in your thinning patience as the days passed. you open your eyes and pin him with a glare, rebuking his presence. your stare, which was ice cold, might’ve been intimidating if satoru didn’t have the undeniable ability to kill you in seconds flat without a second thought.

“what do you want, gojo.” you grind out, eyes never leaving his, or where they are hidden behind his blindfold. a teasing smile graces his face, his face turning into mock hurt.

“c’mon babe, why all the hostility? you know you have my undying affections.” he replies. he looks you up and down, face still slightly reddened from your previous workout, traditional exercise robes a perfect fit for the weather. your hair still stuck to your forehead, dried down with sweat, but you certainly didn’t look your most composed. gojo cocked his head as he pieced together a mischievous story in his head, assuming a different type of workout had gone down

“someone’s had a fun afternoon,” he teases, “but the only question is with who? certainly there couldn’t be someone here whose caught your eye besides me. y/n, I thought we had something special!” the man joked, loving every second the loathing you had for him presented itself in your body language, and the crease between your brows as you glowered at him.

“there is no ‘we’, gojo.” you stated plainly, anger flowing beneath your skin, singing in your veins. you had no idea why you hated him so, why he so easily got into your head. it was infuriating. “there never has been a ‘we’. also, don’t be a perv. I just went to go train.”

satoru smiled once more, his shoulders slightly settling from their previous tension just a touch. “I couldn’t be more glad. don’t know if I could handle your affections elsewhere, y/n. as we all know, you’re just dying to get your hands on me.”

you felt your detest grow, yet you smiled at the albino man sweetly. “I sure am! I’d do anything to get my hands around your heart and rip the damn thing out.” you check your watch one more, only to see the hands hadn’t yet moved from before. you tap your wrist in distress, realizing your watch must’ve broken in training somehow. “shit, shit, shit! gojo, do you have the time?”

seeing your clear and sudden distress, he checks his phone. he tells you the time and your face blanched. you had spent an hour on your post-workout walk? how had this happened? you had a date in an hour, and 45 minutes would be spent on the walk back and getting ready. your showers alone took 30 minutes to get through. the idea of asking gojo for help with a date seemed like hell, but with his ability to teleport at whim, he was really your only choice. he looked down at you with concern. “what’s wrong?”

you looked up at him, a grim look making him worry. “I need… a favor.”

the smile he gave back in return was enough to make your blood boil.

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after recovering from a brief yet severe bout of nausea from space bending translocation, you were now putting on the finishing touches of your outfit, when you felt a buzz from your phone.

unknown number (potential spam):

“hey, it’s your blind date! I’m sure you look fantastic, I’ll be at (restaurant) waiting, would you prefer a booth or a seat at the bar? :-)”

a small flutter goes through you in anticipation. he was so considerate. you couldn’t think of any man who had ever gone out of his way to consider you, much less a man who would arrive early to a restaurant while you got ready to reserve the kind of chair you liked. you were grinning as you typed your reply.

y/n:

“hey!! that’s so kind of you to ask, I’d love a booth seat if that’s alright with you. just let me know the number table we’ll be sat at. my cab’s almost to my house, so I’ll be on the way shortly!

as you sent the message, you heard a honk of a car outside of the building. you quickly grabbed your back and dashed out the door, more eager than you’d ever admit to shoko.

when you arrived at the restaurant, glammed and glitz’d up as ever and showed the hostess the number your mysterious date had sent you. when you got there, you found the booth empty. soon, after settling, the waiter quelled any fear you held by assuring you your date had only left to the restroom. relieved, you ordered a cocktail and an appetizer and watched the waiter stalk back to the kitchen. butterflies settling in your gut, you grab your phone and check the time. still technically early, miraculously. fidgeting, you hear hurried footsteps come up behind you and find yourself taking a deep, excited breath. you hear an apologetic, frantic voice that sounds all too familiar as you look out to see the man who is headed directly for your table.

“hello, I’m so sorry, I’d tried to be fast but you got here before me, I swear I’m a true gentlema—“

the voice cuts off, as the intense cerulean blues of satoru gojo meet your shocked and angry gaze.

there are flowers in his hand, heart on his sleeve, and a maniacal shit-eating grin as he realizes who sits before him. he dramatically drops to one knee, offering the grandiose bouquet in an almost mocking manner.

“satoru gojo, madam, your certified blind date. however, you can just call me your, for the night.” the cheesy pickup line only made you see red. did he think to make you a laughing stock? a mockery? you felt humiliated tears sting the ducts in your eyes as he takes your hand, grip firm, and brings it to his mouth for a reverent kiss. a betraying jolt shoots through your spine as the contact intensifies, him refusing silently to release your hand.

“gojo, please. let me go. if this is your idea of a funny prank, to mess with a girl’s heart, you’re sorely mistaken.” you snatch your hand from his and stand, pushing the flowers to the side and making a beeline for the restrooms from whence he came. silent, hot, angry tears fall from your eyes. you were.. crying? why are you crying?

you’re reminded of the time in grade school when your supposed “best friend” had a guy ask you out as a prank, words ringing in your mind that ‘no man in his right mind would ever date you.’ you weep more, locking the bathroom door behind you and sinking to the floor and allowing yourself space to grieve. you didn’t know where shoko got off, thinking this was funny, working in tandem with your sworn enemy. you felt a buzz of your phone tears slip from your eyes.

unknown number (spam likely):

“Y/N. Please come back to the table. I didn’t know it would be you, I swear. Also, your appetizers are here.”

scoffing, you almost turn off your phone before another buzz makes you hesitate.

unknown number (spam likely):

“We don’t have to know each other tonight. I’m begging you, give me a chance.”

the earnest of his text has you blinking, pausing to consider. you hated gojo. you always had. but in his defense, as much as you hated it, you’d never let him try to be anything different than what he always was to you. two, then three, then five minutes passed before you began to rise. all of your pride and dignity was screaming at you to not go back, to not let this be any different. pride, dignity, and … fear. you feared what could become of you two. as you unlocked the door and stalked back to your table, you let your irrational brain take over.

“hello, I’m, y/n. it’s my honest pleasure to meet you, and I thank you for going on this date with me.” you said, standing tableside, looking at gojo with something like willingness glinting in them. “the flowers are beautiful, I’m touched that you got them for me.”

satoru smiles a tender smirk you’d never seen him have before, like he was witnessing the sun rise for the first time on a dark world. he’d seen you just an hour before, and countless other times before that. and yet, the way he looked at you nearly rended your tender heart in two. you sat, smiling and draping your cloth napkin across your lap. you grab the flowers from the other side of the table, admiring them once more. you felt your face heat as you heard gojo’s gentle voice offer, “they’re beautiful, just like you. now, would you like to dig in? these appetizers look divine.”

as much as you hated it, you were having a pretty damn decent time. as he promised. gojo— no, satoru, as he’d asked you to call him— had been the perfect gentleman you never thought him capable of being. he seemed to actually care about things other than himself. you heard him speak about a former classmate that was no longer living, the first years he taught, why he wears the blindfold he does. your heart breaks a little for every time you called him selfish, although some of it still shone through. once the bill was paid (entirely by satoru, of course), you began to walk the path to a bus station to make the way back to campus. whether to impress you or just out of habit, he began to boast about all of his many capabilities.

“not to brag or anything,” he said, bragging, “but i don’t think there’s ever been a thing i’ve not been good at upon trying it for the first time.” despite yourself, you laughed, a little woozy and carefree from the two cocktails you had, but not quite as much to make your head spin. he cocked his head at you, eyes far more full of expression than you knew he could be. he looked almost challenging when he asked.

“what?” he pressed, and you took another small step before turning around to face him.

“g-.. satoru, not to offend you, but if there’s anything you’re shit at, it is a first impression.” you giggle once more as his brow furrowed, and he frowned in confusion, lips pouty and frustratingly beautiful. “how do you mean? I thought I was making a great first impression tonight.”

you tilted your head, raising a brow. “satoru, tonight is lovely. but do you not remember the first time we met?” you paused, waiting for him to say a ‘yes, but,’. however, he remained silent, a dimly lit blush forming on his cheeks.

“oh my god. satoru. you don’t remember, do you?!” you leaned back, smiling. “you were such an ass to me. on and on and on about how ‘you’re the strongest, no one has ever beaten you,’ and about how you could have me pinned in seconds flat. to be fair, we were still kids then. but gosh, statoru, it was like that’s all you knew how to do- just talk about how easy it would be to defeat me. eventually, I was convinced that was all you were- a man after his own heart. but you’re more than that, which I see now. I apologize for misjudg—“

you were cut off by the sudden deep bow satoru threw himself into. confused, you exclaim, but satoru interrupts.

“Y/N, I am so unbelievably, truly sorry. I was immature and awful all to try to impress you, but ended up being nothing but a douchey seventeen year old boy, and continued to be able to prove what you thought of me correct. I hope tonight I was able to disprove all of the years of anger I put you through. please, let me know if there is anything, anything at all to make it up to you.”

when he finally rises, eyes meeting yours, there’s hardly a beat before you’re crushing his lips against yours. years of teenage passion, miscommunication, admiration, jealousy- all find themselves coming to a single moment in time as the two of you silently reconcile it all in the kiss. his lips are soft and sweet, as they’ve looked for years, and his arm hooks against your waist, pulling you in. he lets out a soft moan into the kiss, and that’s all it takes before you’re pulling back and asking with pleading eyes for one more sharp translocation back to his room at jujutsu high. the whirling sensation has you doubled over briefly, regaining your position in the space-time continuum.

when you look up at him, around a minute and a half later, he’s all adoration as he smiles wickedly at you. “you’re so fucking perfect. you’re so.. strong— it takes most people a month’s worth of trips to adjust half that fast.” his praise has you preening.

“most people don’t have the world’s strongest sorcerer under their fingertips.” you say, before once again capturing his lips with yours, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling him, wet core hovering over the obvious (and impressive) buldge forming beneath you. you grind down slightly, smirking at the deep groan it illicits from him. you lean down to kiss his neck, undoing his shirt buttons beneath you. his hands find your waist before you pause. you pull back, first admiring the marks and small hickeys now staining his neck.

“satoru,” you say, looking deep into his eyes, “we don’t have to do this today, if you don’t want to.” your plan to say more about how he’s more than his fantastic body is cut off as he grinds up into you, pulsating core feeling electrified by the stimulation. he moves one of his hands to your chin, making you look down at him. there’s a dark, beautiful hunger inside.

“does it seem like…” he mutters, voice husky, “…this is something I don’t want to be doing?” you answer his question by rocking back and forth against the imprint of his bulge, undoing his last shirt button before stepping off onto your slightly wobbly two feet, watching him take his button down off. you grab his hand, holding his gaze with lethal intensity.

“prove to me then, ‘toru,” the nickname makes him groan, as you get him to swap places with you, him now standing as you unzip your dress. you let it fall to the floor and spread your legs before continuing, “that you can give half as much love to something else than yourself.” you’re all shades of red as his breathing grows heavy, afraid to move too rashly, taking in all your beauty like it might be stolen from him in the next moment. he kneels before you, lace underwear soaked in front of him. placing vast hands on both outer side of your thighs, he leans in and places a gentle, wet kiss to your aching hole. the gesture has you whimpering already, as he slowly begins to lick, taste, and savor you through your clothes.

“o-oh, fuck,” you whimper out, looking down to see the eyes of the strongest man in the world weak before you. “please, s-satoru, take them off.” you beg. he smiles at you pulling down the lace garment and pausing once more to marvel at your pussy, glistening and clenching around nothing. he looks back up at you through alabaster lashes, before slowly licking a tantalizing stripe up your middle.

“if you ever, ever let another man taste this perfection besides me, I’ll fucking kill them. makes me so fucking dizzy, baby. so perfect.” he muttered into you, looking with dead seriousness as he began to eat you like he was emaciated, as if it was the only thing he’d ever taste again, with which he was fine. his cock ached as you whimpered and squirmed, fucking yourself on his tongue. all a mess, all for him, as he swore to find a way to prove that even in this state, you were stronger than he’d ever be.

you felt a coil building, tension growing just below your tummy before you propped yourself up on your elbows wanting to watch as the man who was your sworn nemesis just hours prior cum all over his face. “t-toru, ‘m close, so so close, torutorutorutoruFUCK!!” you’re screaming, in shambles, fully body twitches taking over as he eased you through your high, sticky-sweet slick pouring out onto his tongue as he took it in languid, selfish swallows.

you think you might be wrecked, but you open your starry, dazed eyes to see satoru, cock already in hand, walking towards you. you almost have to do a double take- satoru’s girthy, long, pretty pink cock having you wonder how he’s ever going to fit inside of you. not like he was totally insane in inches, but eight was bigger than you’d ever had, the stretch you’d have to make daunting. you audibly whine at the sight of gojo totally naked in front of you.

“hey, pretty girl. talk to me gorgeous.” he says, rubbing your thigh while standing at the edge of the bed, gently rubbing circles into your puffy clit, sore and sensitive from the orgasm you just had rip through you.

“‘s… ‘s too big.. what if it doesn’t fit?” you feel your face set ablaze at the implication. satoru gojo, not only strongest, but also the biggest, at least in your sexually active experience. an infuriatingly delicious concept that runs lazily through your fucked-out mind. he tosses his head back and laughs, leaning forward and planting a kiss on your lips. “don’t worry sweet thing, we can make it fit. promise. gimme a sec, I’ll grab some lube, m’kay?”

the reassurance made you smile. he came back from his nightstand with a condom and lube. you look at the condom, and stopped him before putting it on. “oh, ‘toru, i’m on the pill. and i’m clean.” you murmured. he smiled and tossed the condom package over his shoulder before reverting his attention fully back to making him fit inside of you. he uncapped the lube, shivering at the cold as it hit his hot, pulsing cock. he tilted his hard dick down to your entrance, angling himself. he tossed the lube to the other end of the bed before lifting your hips with ease, just barely off the bed.

“gonna go slow… ‘kay baby? it’s gonna stretch real good, gonna feel so good… just take it nice and slow.” his murmurs had you whimpering as his tip slowly pushed into you, and you felt yourself trying to back away as he pushed into you, just the tip at first, his grip on your waist keeping you in place.

“oh, fuck—c’mon baby, don’t run from me. doing so good, so fucking good, so brave. c’mon baby, just a bit more stretch then you can take it all, m’kay?” he avoided mentioning he was barely 1, maybe 2 inches in, and there was still 7 to go. he pushed his hips in so slowly, and you could feel his cock in your throat, your lungs, impaling you. dick had never been this good before. he rubbed your clit in circles as he eased himself in. you whined and moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, pausing to let you adjust.

you eventually started to rock your hips against him, a non-verbalized way of begging him to just fucking move. your words failed you, cockdrunk and muttering nothings. he giggled, before bracing himself and slowly, so slowly, pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into you with such intensity you might’ve cum right then.

“oh, fuck! toru, torutoru please, ‘sgood ‘s so so good, fuck, need it so bad, fuck,” you spouted, being fucked dumb on his cock. satoru smiled and took your legs, folding you into a mean mating press before bending down and kissing your lips.

“I knowww, princess, I know. so — oh, shit, —beautiful - fuck - for me, so fucking tight. m’ dick made for you baby, all for you, ‘s all for you,” he mumbled as he kissed your cervix with his dick, the sticky sensation and sounds of your passion filling the room. when your legs began to tremble, he suddenly slowed as you let out a sob at the lack of sensation all of a sudden.

“wh-wha? no, nononoo toru please, please fuck me,— fuck — so close, was ‘s close toruu,” you whine out as he gently rubbed your clit. he looked at you with mock pity as he continued his greedy strokes into you. “I know baby, but just wait for me, ‘kay? we’ll do it together, ‘m getting there baby, m’kay? don’t cum baby, not till I say,” he commanded as his strokes began to speed up once more, pounding harder into you every time, his own orgasm growing.

satoru pressed his body weight into you as he grew closer, moving a hand to press overtop your womb. “feel that baby? right there? so close baby, just need you to get there with me. are you close, baby?” he asked, pussydrunk craze glazing his face and slurring his speech. your resounding loud whine and nodding was a yes, as he moved to your clit and fucked into you harder than ever. “fucking cum for me, y/n, that’s it, cum on my cock, lemme fill you up, strongest fucking girl I know, takin all of my cock, fuck baby, ‘m gonna—“

satoru’s intense rhythm stalled as he came with you squirting around his cock, breathy moans and whines as he pumped his thick cum into your gummy walls. he smiled and laughed a little, as he collapsed almost onto you before wrapping you in his arms and turning you both around, you now laying on him, careful not to have his cock slip out. “so fucking beautiful, best ive ever had, so perfect, my girl.” he murmured as he planted kisses into your shoulder. you pulled back to smile at him, the nickname, “his girl” sounding better than you’d ever think it could.

“maybe shoko was r-right, — hah — satoru. who knew you’d be a man after my own h-heart, all along.”

satoru smiled up at you, rubbing gentle circles into your back as he kissed everywhere he could watch. “y/n, I hope you know I really wasn’t trying to pull a fast one on you tonight. I had no clue, but fuck am I glad it was. and I’m sorry, again, for everything. I’m the luckiest man alive because of you.”

the words, sincere and sweet, never quite reached your ears, as you were already softly sleeping on his chest. realizing, satoru just wrapped his arms around you and smiled, figuring there was hardly harm in keeping you there, even just for a minute. or the whole night. semantics, he decided, slowly following your lead into a contented sleep, happier than he’d been in years.

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a/n: please lemme know what you think!!!! I know its quite long- that’s my bad I’m a whore for exposition. love you !!!

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sweet-t33a · 5 months ago

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satoru gojo - a man after his own heart

word count: uhhhhh a lot

**smut below the cut!!<33**

satoru gojo was the most self obsessed, intrinsically narcissistic, obnoxious man you had ever met.

“what do you want, gojo.” you grind out, eyes never leaving his, or where they are hidden behind his blindfold. a teasing smile graces his face, his face turning into mock hurt.

you looked up at him, a grim look making him worry. “I need… a favor.”

the smile he gave back in return was enough to make your blood boil.

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after recovering from a brief yet severe bout of nausea from space bending translocation, you were now putting on the finishing touches of your outfit, when you felt a buzz from your phone.

unknown number (potential spam):

“hey, it’s your blind date! I’m sure you look fantastic, I’ll be at (restaurant) waiting, would you prefer a booth or a seat at the bar? :-)”

y/n:

as you sent the message, you heard a honk of a car outside of the building. you quickly grabbed your back and dashed out the door, more eager than you’d ever admit to shoko.

“hello, I’m so sorry, I’d tried to be fast but you got here before me, I swear I’m a true gentlema—“

the voice cuts off, as the intense cerulean blues of satoru gojo meet your shocked and angry gaze.

unknown number (spam likely):

“Y/N. Please come back to the table. I didn’t know it would be you, I swear. Also, your appetizers are here.”

scoffing, you almost turn off your phone before another buzz makes you hesitate.

unknown number (spam likely):

“We don’t have to know each other tonight. I’m begging you, give me a chance.”

“what?” he pressed, and you took another small step before turning around to face him.

you were cut off by the sudden deep bow satoru threw himself into. confused, you exclaim, but satoru interrupts.

“maybe shoko was r-right, — hah — satoru. who knew you’d be a man after my own h-heart, all along.”

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a/n: please lemme know what you think!!!! I know its quite long- that’s my bad I’m a whore for exposition. love you !!!

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