#Satoru Gojo x gn!reader

[mechsangel]

COMPANY PROPERTY:

while complaining about your new boss, you accidentally text the wrong number. turns out, you just insulted your new boss—gojo satoru—to his face.

warnings: office au, comedy, smau, reader's pronouns aren't mentioned at all, crude jokes, bad jokes, slow burn (kind of), gojo being an annoying little shit, light angst.

✦ chapter 1: wrong number

✦ chapter 2: office chaos

✦ chapter 3: lunch date

✦ chapter 4: denial is a river in egypt

✦ chapter 5: realization is a slowburn

✦ chapter 6: accidental confession

✦ chapter 7: maybe i do mind

✦ chapter 8: maybe you're a problem

✦ chapter 9: maybe i'm the problem, actually

✦ chapter 10: this is right

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[sugurus-thoughts]

03. sata doesn't know you like I do

❆pairing — saturo gojo x virgin! reader!

❆summary —santa, doesn't know you like I do i know all of your favorite songs pick up each time you call so why can't I be the one to give you everything you want?

❆ w/c — 15,1k

warnings —nsfw, established relationship, angst, fluff, suggestive, making out, smut, pure love, mentions virginity, first time, touching, MDNI.

a/n — Istarted a series based on, Sabrina Carpenter's ep called Fruitcake. Since Christmas is drawing near I'll base every character on a song title. This series will also continue if it does well also keep note this is my first time writing smut I hope it fit your liking. I hope you all like it!!! ❤️

ps: I didn't proof read this I was so tired but hopefully you enjoy it!!

"Does it hurt, my love?" he whispered, his voice a low, husky caress that sent shivers down your spine. The struggle to contain his pleasure was evident in every ragged breath, yet he maintained a fragile thread of control, solely for your comfort. His eyes, dark pools of desire, delved deep into yours, searching for the slightest whisper of discomfort. But you merely shook your head, a silent assurance that your pleasure exceeded any hint of pain.

"I need words, my love," he implored, his soft, gentle voice a stark contrast to the primal passion that threatened to consume him. His smile, a tender, loving gesture, was solely for you, and you alone. Your response, a broken, trembling whisper, betrayed the emotions that swirled within you.

Satoru was a man of boundless patience, especially when it came to you. A man of honor and quiet dignity, he carried your heart above his own, always putting you first. From the moment you met at a small, unassuming gathering introduced by your ever-thoughtful friend Shoko Ieiri—there was an undeniable spark. Shoko had always believed in love for you, convinced that someone like you, so strong yet so deserving of tenderness, was meant to find it. She saw the beauty in your independence, the strength in your solitude, but also the quiet ache you tried so hard to conceal.

As a lawyer and a fiercely self-reliant woman, you had built a life where love seemed unnecessary, even impractical. You had spent years alone, finding purpose in your work, strength in yourself, and telling yourself that this was enough. You didn’t think love had a place in your world, let alone a man like him. But then came Satoru— persistent, with his piercing blue eyes, his pale skin, and hair like freshly fallen snow, so unapologetically himself. He didn’t just want to know you; he was determined to understand you, to peel back the layers you’d so carefully constructed.

You never thought you’d meet someone like him in your late twenties, when you’d long given up on the idea of love being something for you. Yet here he was, his presence softening the edges of a heart you thought had grown too calloused. He saw you—not the lawyer, not the independent woman who needed no one—but you. The woman who had quietly resigned herself to a life alone, who thought she didn’t want children, who believed her purpose was in helping others, not in being loved herself.

And somehow, against all odds, the gods smiled upon you and sent him your way—a man so steady, so persistent, so utterly devoted to unraveling your barriers. With Satoru, you felt a vulnerability you had spent years avoiding, but also a kind of safety you never knew you craved. It was as if the universe decided you’d spent long enough braving the world alone, and it placed this beautiful, unrelenting force of love in your path to remind you that even the strongest among us are allowed to lean on someone.

As the months passed and Christmas finally arrived, the gift you had been saving for him on this sacred day was nothing short of perfect. Dressed in delicate white lace that caressed every curve of your figure, you moved toward him with a slow, deliberate grace. His world seemed to halt time, space, and eternity all froze in awe of your presence. Breathless and spellbound, he dared not speak, his every thought consumed by the vision of you drawing nearer, a promise of passion in your every step.

Now as you lay beneath him, with his slender fingers inside you, lace has not yet been removed. His eyes boring into your Y/E/C ones, only to find a single tear seep from yours. He was quick to remove his hand but you stopped him so quickly, only for him to cry out his name. Surely it only awakened him fully, not by want or by hast but for your own pleasure.

“Saturo… please just move”, with a bit of hesitation but selfish desire he could not resist her at all,for she was his everything after all. And before he could even think further… you kissed him. Kissed him so profoundly, so delicately almost as if snow would melt away any second now.

And with that,

For the first time his fingers moved and a low moan could be heard from you as he pushed into you slightly. The wet sounds could be heard from your core, minutes before this moment as he laid before your womanhood delicately preparing you for the pain you might yield before you.

“Saturo” a beautiful moan was heard from your lips as he kept residing within, his lust was growing by the minute, only to make you fully his and only his alone.

“Fuck… your so wet my love” he murmured lowly only to kiss your neck, to distract you from the pain. He knew how much it hurt but he knew the pleasure would soon come after. Your moan was getting extremely out of control, and he knew something was coming slowly but surely. The way you tighten around his two fingers was clear you were close to your breaking point.

“You like that?” he asked softly with a smirk.

His ego was getting the best out of him,for him to know that he is your first,made him feel like you belong to him and now man will ever touch you the way he is touching you.

“Saturo please…. there's something.. please” she gripped his arm, only to close her eyes but knowing Saturo he fully didn't like that.

“Open your eyes sweetheart, you're close.. you feel that?” He couldn't help but see the way your breasts were bouncing slightly only for him to start kissing your neck and reach them for them softly. Without removing the lace that hugged your figure so perfectly he kissed your aroused nipples and slightly sucked onto the thin layer of wet patch. The sounds you'd made were wonderful, his name was rolling off your lips and the man he is took pride in this.

“Saturo…. please-pl-please something is happ-” before you could finish he kissed you and the position you were in has slightly changed to an open-legged spoon position,finally just like that he could feel you were close, and he only let you continue to spread his name fully.

“Saturo”a final whisper came from you as Saturo devoured your neck, and slightly pinched your nipples.

“Let go… my love “ and with one final say you came undone and he continued to ride through your climax in your shaking state.

The snow fell relentlessly outside, blanketing the world in quiet serenity, as your own body surrendered to the storm within—a heavenly tempest stirred by nothing more than the way Satoru's striking azure eyes held you captive.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked, his voice a tender melody that wrapped around your heart. His lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile that made the chaos within you settle for just a moment.

You exhaled shakily, every word feeling like a confession he had been yearning to hear. “I’m okay, Satoru,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with unspoken affection. His gaze deepened, as if your very breath was the only thing he needed to feel complete.

His slender fingers traced your red swollen lips as he slightly opened your mouth to taste yourself. You moaned at his unpleasant actions,only to find yourself empty without his fingers inside you,as much as it hurt the pleasure itself took over only making you crave more and more of him.

Saturo could only smile at your response, as you licked his finger cleanly.

At this cold hour he can only get up to remove the unyielding lace that has been covering your beautiful body slightly. He could only feel the soft flesh of your breasts as he removed the lace inch by inch. The way your body shook at the slightest touches he gave you was a sign that only he was meant to fill up that empty space within you.

As you lie before him, bare and vulnerable like a lamb surrendered to the hands of fate, he sees not just your form but the depth of your soul. Stripped of pretense, you are as pure as moonlight on still waters, and he can only dream of the mysteries that lie beneath the surface, waiting to embrace him in their quiet, untamed beauty.

“Saturo,... it's not polite to stare” your reactions were adorable in this present moment only to make him question how the gods above have blessed him with someone so pure and utterly beautiful.

“Am I not allowed to stare at what's mine now?” he teasted coming closer and closer as he took off his clothes. He could see you blush as you kept glancing in his direction.

And finally as he stripped out of his last, clothing she could see what was waiting for her. His member slipped out perfectly only for you to witness how red the tip was, how it clearly looked like it was in pain. Your eyes grew wide at the thought of what might happen next,

“Now it's not polite to stare, is it love?”He mimicked your words softly which only caused your face to turned a slight crimson. He chuckled softly at your actions.

“It’s okay, baby, come here.” His voice was a low murmur, smooth and commanding. You couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly he could shift between personas. One moment, he was wild and unrestrained, laughter spilling from his lips like he didn’t have a care in the world. The next, his eyes darkened, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone like a predator closing in on his prey. And right now, with that teasing smirk and the way his gaze raked over you, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run... or let him catch you.

“Saturo,.... is there something I need to do?”your angelic voice broke him out of his trace as he pulled you against the edge of the bed only to lean over your naked figure. Before he could respond, you whispered softly into his ear, “Can I put it in my mouth?” with a smirk he softly traced your soft features.

“You sure you can handle it my love…” he loved teasing you like this, but he also wanted to make sure your first time was a beautiful yet memorable experience for the both of you. As a man he didn't want to cross the line but yet you wanted it right?

Without hesitation he kissed your lips, only to guide one of your hands along his hard member. He moaned slightly as your small hands came in contact with him,you gasped at his robbing hard member,and this only made him smirk.

Saturo was acutely aware of his limits, yet in this moment, everything centered around you and your radiant essence. The only thing he yearned for was to envelop you in sheer happiness, to make this snowy night a canvas for your dreams and desires. As the world outside transformed into a winter wonderland, he felt an irresistible urge to explore the very depths of your soul, to discover the tender secrets that lay within you.

Each touch would be a gentle brushstroke, a sweet tribute to the love he held for you—a heartfelt expression of gratitude for your mere existence. He wanted to fulfill your every need, to whisper sweet promises against your skin and illuminate the corners of your heart. This evening was not just a moment in time but a sacred offering, where every caress would speak of devotion, and every lingering gaze would convey an unspoken understanding.

He knew you deserve every ounce of affection he could offer, and as the snowflakes danced in the air, he vowed to make you feel cherished, desired, and utterly intoxicatingly alive. Under the soft glow of the moonlight, he longed to weave a tapestry of intimacy between you, where passion and tenderness intertwined, creating an unforgettable symphony of two souls becoming one.

Before you could even continue your ministrations, he was on his knees in front of your sex,and just like that his tongue came into contact with your most precious parts.

“Saturo…. oh oh my gosh” his name dragged along with your hands in his hair as he pulled you closer to stop moving,trapping you with his most dangerous part: that tongue.

Without warning he slightly pushed his finger within you which only led you to jerk away but his skilled arm has you stepped beneath him like a hungry man devouring his prey.

“Fuck, your still so tight and warm my love,can you hear that?” he was mumbling within you and it only made you want to escape his hungry mouth more. You could hear the sounds your wet sex made as he continued his ministrations.

Your moans continued to break loose in this cold night but in the room the only thing that kept you warm was this man before you ate you out like he was hungry for me. You could feel yourself building up, that familiar feeling was drawing near it was so close, you could see the stars but before you could even grasp the feeling Saturo left you there like an open wound.

Before you could even utter a word, his lips captured yours, an electrifying jolt racing through your body as you tasted the sweetness of the moment. His tongue brushed against yours, sending ripples of sensation cascading through your core. As his hands interlaced with yours, he gently guided them above your head, a subtle but powerful gesture that made you feel both vulnerable and cherished.The kiss deepened, slowing into a languid exploration, each movement deliberate and intoxicating. He paused, his gaze locking onto yours, those deep eyes searching for something, perhaps reassurance. The softest kiss followed, a whisper of lips that lingered like a promise, a quiet apology for the overwhelming feelings building between you, as if he knew the leap you were both about to take.

Your breath hitched as you felt him carefully guided your thighs apart, you felt a rush of anticipation mixed with desire. He leaned in, lips brushing lightly against yours again, as if savoring the taste of you, while his body pressed closer, heat radiating between you. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a warm embrace, each brush of his skin against yours setting every nerve ending ablaze. His hand slid down your arm, relishing in the softness of your skin, before resting at your waist, firm yet gentle.

The question you have been waiting for, like a deer caught in red lights, you couldn't help but shed tears at this very moment. The bliss of innocence that surrounded the both of you like pure love itself couldn't bestow this upon you.

“Are you ready my love?” he whispered the question heavy with promise.

And in that moment , you knew you were ready. You were ready to give yourself fully to this embrace, to explore the depths of intimacy together, to lose yourself in each other’s rhythm—a journey that was just beginning. In that sacred space, everything felt perfect, as if the universe had conspired to bring you both here, to this intoxicating moment where love and desire entwined, igniting a passion that would forever change you.

Nothing compared to this blissful moment, and that's when you felt it.

His member stretched you out so rapidly you couldn't feel the pain, he let out the slightest groan as his face came into contact with your neck only to be filled by your warmth on this very sacred day, it was a gift beyond. As his body lay on top of you, you could tell he was struggling, by just staying still in this moment waiting for you to give him permission. He lifted his head slightly, with sleepy eyes and smiled at you, only to ask in his purest form or words “Are you okay my love?” with tears slightly covering your beautiful face his fingers brushes away, each ripple.

“You can move, it's okay” a small teary smile, on your lips. Your lips lashed onto his before he could even protest.

Saturo could only feel his whole world crash before him as he slipped out of you only to be filled with your warmth again. He could hear the sounds of pain and pleasure escaping your lips. Could you be more of a goddess than you are now,the way your tits are bouncing up and down as he keeps pushing into you.

As minutes passed you could feel that the pain you felt earlier was beginning to pass slowly.

“Fuck, you feel so good my love, so tight so warm ” he moaned in you ear.

“F-F-faster Toru”, as you gripped his shoulders, for dear life. You could feel the pain slightly slither away as he kept going at a slow pace which only made you want him more.

“You like that, huh baby?” he smirked against your now heated skin and he moved slightly faster. You could feel that familiar sensation build up within you, as Saturo kept lacing into your womanhood.

Saturo kept praising you, as he continued his lustful acts, until you felt him slightly, kiss you neck only to latch his lips onto your right breast, the other hand was now playing with the left.

You arch your back slightly from the overwhelming pleasure. Never have you felt such pleasure from a man, the warmness of his tongue, the movement of his hips was enough to drive you to ecstasy.

“Saturo-.... baby… I'm” he let go of you only to go a bit faster you could tell he was close as well,by the way he was moaning and twitching inside your core.

“Fuck I'm just as close, I'm gonna make you all mine” he whispered softly as he gripped the headboard, looking into you eyes.

His finger reached your mouth only to stimulate the sensation more.

“I'm close fuck, just like that baby keep still!”

“Saturo!” you exhaled loudly.

With one strike the both of you reached your climax only to have him fill you up. Just like that he collapsed on top of you, pulverised from exhaustion.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The room felt alive with the warmth of what had just passed between you, the air heavy with a kind of intimacy that words couldn’t touch. His fingers brushed over your shoulder, then trailed softly down your arm, as if grounding himself in the reality of you beside him.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet it carried a tenderness that melted through you.

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting him in the dim light. “I am,” you replied softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Are you?”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Better than I’ve ever been,” he admitted, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. “I just… I needed to be sure. I don’t ever want to do anything that doesn’t feel right for you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, at the sincerity in his gaze. “It felt perfect,” you assured him. “Because it was with you.”

He exhaled, as if releasing some invisible weight. “You don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. “I’ve loved you for so long. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel closer to you than I already did. But now…”

“Now?” you prompted, your voice light and teasing as you watched his expression soften further.

“Now I feel like my heart doesn’t belong to me anymore,” he said, his tone serious yet filled with a quiet awe. “It’s yours. All of it.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but they were happy ones. You leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s safe with me,” you whispered to him. “Because my heart has been yours for a long time, too.”

In the quiet that followed, the two of you stayed entwined, speaking in murmurs about your love, your dreams, and the endless possibilities of a future spent together. And as you drifted into the gentle embrace of sleep, his arms still around you, you felt as though you had finally found your home, in him.

©suguru's-thoughts 2024. do not copy or translate my work.

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a/n: I won't lie , I don't know if this will be good I felt a bit uncomfortable writing smut but I assume it was my first time . I honestly am slightly feeling a bit, out of place on tumblr and I know its only been a few days hopefully my writing does get better and I will grow an audience some day but please do give your opinions and feedback, it will really be thoughtful, thank you :') 🤍

[bennysblabbering]

Asking if they want to take things further on the next date

ft. Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami, Yuki, Shoko

g/n reader

(sorry if these are a bit OOC, I've been really busy lately so my muse hasn't been entirely in tact)

[ayyy-pee]

Table for Two

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Story Tags: Fluff, angst, mainly angst and no comfort - sorry

AN: Haven't been active, but felt like writing SOMETHING for Gojo's birthday (and late as always! at least i'm consistenly inconsistent!) Nothing special tbh lol. ok gonna crawl back into the void now byeeeee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!

You can’t hide the wide grin on your face as your finger taps the send button on your phone, and just before you set it down on the kitchen counter, you pick it back up and follow up with a plethora of hearts and kiss emojis.

It’s your husband’s birthday. You’d eagerly hopped out of your bed the moment your alarm went off with the reminder. And because, like most days, Satoru is busy with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was long gone; his side of the bed already neatly made, the scent of him still barely lingering on his pillow.

But that didn’t deter you. It’s a special day, after all, and you have something special in mind. After a quick shower, you’d rushed out of the house to the local market and bought all the things needed for what you had planned for tonight. 

And now, you’ve sent your yearly birthday text that mirrors one of his own - full of love and excitement. You know it’ll make him smile to see your early morning barrage of messages to him. It’s not often that you overuse emojis and send back to back texts the way Satoru does, but sometimes you like to surprise him. He loves it when you do.

Gently, you place your phone face down in the kitchen and with your hands on your hips you take in the spread of ingredients staring back at you. Today, you’re going to do what you do every year and treat your husband to a nice homemade meal for his birthday. It’s tradition at this point, something you've done since you two began dating all those years ago, and your body moves on autopilot while you throw everything together.

You’re certain that Satoru will eat anything you put on a plate for him, but you can’t wait to see those pretty white teeth when he comes in and sees the table all set just for him.

Hours pass, and although Satoru hasn’t read or responded to your texts, you are still in high spirits. He’s busy, after all. Besides, you’re finally ready to begin cooking. It’s easy to follow this recipe - add salt here, sprinkle this spice in, stir these very specific things together and before long you find the house smells heavenly. It smells of warmth, and love, and home. Something about that feels so special to you, makes you feel good.

The timer dings, and you pull the food out of the oven and let it cool just before you plate it. You set the silverware down, dishware next, and when you get to Satoru’s side of the table, you find his blindfold folded neatly on the back of his chair. Your fingers grasp it delicately, tracing the hem smoothly. And you’re surprised to find yourself feeling overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of it.

You just love Satoru so much. You hope he knows that.

You take Satoru’s blindfold with you as you finish up with getting dinner ready, adding a bottle of wine and two glasses to the arrangement. And when it’s all done, you set the small black piece of cloth down on his side. You shake your head, fighting back the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Peering down at the fabric like this, sitting just below the rim of the fancy china that you only pull out and dust off for special occasions, it simply looks like a napkin. Anyone could take a seat at your table and use it to wipe their mouths with it.

It’s a silly thought. One you will share with him. He’ll find it funny, you think.

You take a seat, waving your hand over the plate, wafting the scent towards you and inhaling deeply. It looks delicious, smells even better. Eagerly, you pick up your fork, not willing to wait for your companion to return to have a taste. He won’t mind. You worked hard, after all. You deserve to enjoy your efforts.

So you take a bite, humming happily when the flavors hit your taste buds. It’s as amazing as it looks, just as you thought it would be. Packed with an assortment of flavors. You can taste every herb and spice you used. Oh, yes. Satoru's really going to love this.

You twist the cap off of the bottle of wine sitting at the edge of the table and pour yourself a glass before filling the second one on the other side, though you know Satoru’s not much of a drinker. But this meal? This meal is best paired with a nice, full bodied red.

Another forkful of your dinner enters your mouth and you find your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you get another taste. You take a sip of your wine right after, groaning at the way the flavors explode, and you swear you hear your husband's chair creak with his weight over the sound of your moans.

“God, this is heavenly. Satoru, you have to try this,” you point to your plate with your fork. “Take a sip of wine after you swallow. It’s life changing.”

You hear a deep chuckle, one coming from the depths of Satoru’s chest. Followed by, “One sip…then you’ll finish the rest for me?”

And you nod, laughing to yourself because Satoru always does this. He makes you finish any alcoholic beverage you pour for him after he tries just a single drop. He hates alcohol that much.

“Okay,” you concede without much fight. “But I swear you’ll like it this time.” You know he won’t, but you try to convince him anyway, as you've always done. “It completely changes the flavor profile and- “ You take another bite of your meal, then glance up, the wide grin on your lips slowly fading when your eyes fall on nothing but empty space right in front of you.

He’s not here. Not yet, at least.

‘Not ever,’ your mind tells you, and the food in your mouth takes on a bitter taste, thick and nasty. Hard to chew, even harder to swallow. The same way you’re having trouble swallowing the fact that you’re sitting at this table alone.

Alone, the same way you woke up this morning and all the mornings before.

In silence, like you have been sitting in for the last year.

Tired, exhaustion seeping into your bones and reminding you of the weight you now carry.

Suffering, as you have been since that day.

You’re choking suddenly, and you can’t tell if it’s the food that’s lodged in your esophagus or a knot forming in your throat that has you sputtering, wheezing, coughing and gasping for air. It’s not until the first fat tear slams onto the tabletop, until your hand finds your chest and grips it so hard in an attempt to physically stop your heart from beating so fast you feel dizzy, that you realize it’s definitely not the food.

You’re crying. Worse actually. You’re having a full on meltdown at this table, sobbing uncontrollably into your dinner while your mind plays sick tricks on you. Your vision blurs, swimming behind the tears and you swear you see that familiar head of snow white hair that you spent years combing your fingers through. You see those pretty pink lips smiling softly at you the way they did any time Satoru looked at you, those unforgettably blue eyes gazing at you with all the love in the world.

These features that you love, that you dream of every night…

They're the same ones that haunt you now.

You want to reach out and touch him. You’d love nothing more than to hear him whisper “C’mere, beautiful,” and you listen, moving around the table to take a seat in his lap while he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face against your back while you laugh and finish dinner together.

You’d love nothing more than to bury your nose in his hair and inhale the scent of his ridiculously expensive shampoo that you love while he groans and pretends he doesn’t like it when you do that. 

And really, you could still smell it any time. The shampoo bottle is sitting in the shower, untouched for the last twelve months. But it’s not the same. It won’t smell like him.

You want to reach out and touch him. So you do, his form hiding just behind the blur of tears sitting along your waterline. Your hand moves forward, closer and closer to your greatest desire. And then your tears fall, and they snatch the vision of Satoru with them, leaving you reaching for nothing.

Your hand falls to the table, hitting your plate and scattering your dinner along the surface. You can’t bring yourself to care. Not when you feel like your world is crumbling around you. Not when the pain is so heavy, it feels like it’s crushing you to the point that you’re struggling to catch your breath.

One year.

It’s only been one year since Satoru left the house, and never returned. Not even a full year, actually. And you haven’t moved any closer to accepting the fact that he’s never coming back home to you.

How could you when he was taken so suddenly, so violently from you? It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that you’re stuck here, suffering, barely making it day to day while Satoru gets off easy. He longer feels anything. No more pain, no more pressures of society, no more anything. You wish you had the same luxury. You want to shut it off. Turn your mind - your emotions - off and just live again.

And yet, you’re unfortunate enough to still be here. Existing without the one you love most in the world.

You think it’s a punishment, really. Because you knew what being with a Sorcerer entailed. You knew the risks of dating a normal Sorcerer, let alone The Strongest of them all. And yet, you had the audacity to fall for him, you dared to love him deeply and fully, and you exchanged vows and promised a life - promised forever - to each other.

And now you’ve lost him, lost yourself. You’ve got half of your soul with you here, sobbing over a mess of a meal and an untouched plate two feet away…and the other half buried six feet under at the Gojo estate. You will never be whole again. And every year will be a reminder of what you’ve lost.

You reach across the table, grabbing hold of Satoru's blindfold, and you clutch it to your chest. Your tears fall freely, voice trembling when you mutter, "I can’t do this anymore,” to no one. Because there’s never anyone but you here anymore. “Satoru, I can’t do this without you.”

This time, your mind takes no mercy on you the way it did all day up until this moment. It doesn’t do you the favor of playing tricks on you, giving you hope that Satoru is still here. It doesn't ignoring all the little signs that you are alone. Because you are truly and utterly alone in this world now.

Your mind wants you to remember that.

But you still selfishly beg for that to change. “Come back to me…” you whisper, choking down the sobs that have been having their way with you for the past few minutes. “Please, Satoru…I need you…”

And again. No one answers your pleas. It’s just you in this small dining room at a table set for two. 

And only one of you will ever be seated here again.

[blueblossomrose]

Hello, can I ask for a one shot of Gojo with a s/o who fights with the legs (like Sanji or Carmila Carmine)? (sorry if I'm disturbing anything)

- Anon 🍀

Content: Gn!Reader, Gojo being Gojo, fluffy, I think kind of funny? I guess it depends on your mood. Maybe swearing. Reader has characteristics of both Sanji and Carmilla.

Note(s): Sorry for the delay, I've been saving these since late 2024 and I'm so sorry 😭😭

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Satoru admires you and sometimes makes fun of your fighting style, especially about the fact that you only uses your legs. However, he acknowledges your skill and finds it impressive how you masters this particular technique.

"Have you ever thought about naming your legs? Like... right and left?" He said with a mischievous smile, watching you take down an opponent with a single kick. "Or better yet, Yin and Yang. It would be poetic." You just snorted, the cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth. "And have you ever thought about fighting without talking so much?"

Do you think this turns you off from your flirting? Never. He is ABSOLUTELY making pick up lines based on your 'power legs'.

He loves watching your fights, especially when you defeats opponents with a single kick. He thinks it's hot as hell.

When you two are together, Satoru can't resist putting his hands on your legs, whether to praise you or simply to irritate you.

If anyone underestimates your fighting style, Satoru is the first to laugh and bet all his chips on you.

He may or not ask you for a quick training fight just to watch your legs as he dodges them.

He knows those legs are dangerous... well, for him it's in another way.

He knows you're an exceptional fighter, and he can joke all he wants, but he thinks you're strong. In more ways than one.

The room was silent, save for the sound of paper being turned. Smoke drifted lazily upward, dissipating in the cool light of the office. You was concentrating on the report that the damned old Gakuganji had tossed onto your desk for you to review.

Honestly, did that old man know how to work? Or did he just specialize in delegating annoying tasks to others?

Then you felt it. A quick movement, a subtle flick of air, but before you could react, your leg was jerked violently to the side. You grunted at the trip, but your trained body responded before you could hit the ground. Your hands broke your fall, propelling you back up with a grace only you could muster.

Like a cat, you rose to your feet in one fluid motion, exhaling cigarette smoke as you narrowed your eyes at your attacker. “Satoru.”

He stood there, smirking, the black blindfold barely concealing his evident amusement. “Oh, you’re fast. I expected you to fall straight down this time,” he teased, leaning forward slightly, as if already bracing himself for his next attack.

You merely inhaled on your cigarette, blowing smoke in his direction. “And you’re still an idiot.”

His grin widened. “And you’re still so hot when you’re pissed.”

© blueblossomrose 2025, I do not allow copying/plagiarism of any of my fanfics.

[selfindulgentpixies]

Being seen

Satoru Gojo x Gn!reader

Reader who has been Gojo's friend since they were in highschool and maybe a little maybe a lot pining for him for years gets interviewed about him. wc:1161

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When you were approached by someone on your way out of the school for an impromptu interview you weren’t particularly pleased about it. They assured you it would be quick, they were just asking people a couple questions for posterity blah blah blah.  You sighed and accepted it despite being tired and just wanting to go home.

So you’d gone and sat on one of your favorite benches under a big red japanese maple tree, crossed your legs and folded your hands over your knee before giving them the nod to go ahead.

“So who is Gojo Satoru to you?”

You give them an incredulous look. 

“Ah sorry we’re asking quite a few people about  him could you please-”

You sigh and glance up toward the vibrant leaves above your head. Memories so many memories about the man who’d you’d known since you were practically children. When you glance back your would-be interviewer gives you a look that’s both encouraging and pleading. It wasn’t exactly unknown how much time you spent around Gojo.

“Gojo is… a very good friend and a man who probably cares too much for others.” A small warm smile curls your lips, locking thousands more words within you.

The interviewer looks… surprised. “Could you elaborate.”

You debate how much to say giving a small tilt of your head. “Well… He’s the person I know I can always rely on, if there’s one person I know I can go to when I need to smile when things have been rough I know I can go to him. I know to most he comes across as eccentric and arrogant, and yes those aren’t exactly untrue things about him but he’s also someone who gives his everything for those around him. I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone who looks out more for those around them than he does.” You won’t realize it later until you see the video but as you speak about Gojo your expression is impossibly fond.

The interviewer motions to you as if they want you to say more and you give them a confused look. 

“Is there anything else? Most people seem to have something particular they agree on about him.” 

You stare at the interviewer, at first in puzzlement and then in annoyance as you realize what they’re trying to get you to say. “If others have said it, why do I need to? I don’t care about that. He’s a very dear friend to me and I think I’ve said enough for this interview.” You stand up, brushing off your work pants, and after you sling your work bag over your shoulder you begin to walk away, ignoring the interviewer trying to call you back. 

Neither you or the interviewer noticed that the whole process had been observed from start to finish by the man in question.

—

You’re surprised the next day when Gojo wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind , resting his head on top of your own. You give a little jerk  though you quickly realize it’s him. “Gojo! You know I startle easy don’t sneak up on me like that,” You give a small huff but there’s no heat behind it. 

He hums, seemingly in thought. You flush a bit when he makes no move to let go of you. He’s always been one to disregard personal space with you but you couldn't deny the way that even after years of knowing him it still made your heart race, especially when he did it so openly.  The second years could arrive at the training field anytime now. 

“Gojo-”

“You gave me a lot to think about yesterday you know..” 

“Huh? What do you mean?” You furrow your brow and reach up to untangle his arms from you so you can turn to look up at him. You’re almost startled to see his blindfold is pulled down around his neck as he’s studying you. Or it feels that way when you’re caught directly in his bright gaze. 

“I was passing by when you were being interviewed.”  

You huff, not yet catching what he’s getting at. “They were annoying, I don’t think they were interested in the answers I gave.” 

“They might not have been but I was.” He smiles at you and his usual mischievousness is missing. “Did you mean what you said, is that how you see me?” His voice is smaller when he asks this part, almost as if he’s not sure he wants to.

“Of course,” without hesitation and then a bit more shyly, “of course I meant everything I said.” You glance away from him.

Gojo releases a breath, like he hadn’t been expecting your earnest answer. Did he maybe expect you to dance around what you’d said? “You’re really something you know that?” His hand cups your cheek and turns your face back toward him.

You swallow. “Normally when people have said that to me it’s meant in a negative way you know.” 

He shakes his head, fluffy white hair bouncing with each turn of his head.  “It was nice to hear… I don’t know that I’ve ever heard someone talk about me like that before.”

You want to make some sort of quip, cover up the shyness bubbling up inside you but something about this feels fragile, feels important. “Yeah, well.. I can say it again if you’d like… I actually have a lot more to say.” Your heart is hammering in your chest almost like it wants to escape, and maybe it does along with the words you’d been hanging onto since you were sixteen and you sat up all night playing videos games with a boy who’d burrowed his way between your ribs before you could do anything about it. 

There’s a look of wonder to Gojo now and a grin with no edge takes over his face, dimples softly imdenting his cheeks. “I’d like that. I could say a few things to you too.” 

“Yeah?” You ask and reach up to the hand cradling your cheek. Your smaller hand can’t possibly cover his but it’s enough. Enough to hold his hand there so you can do what will either be one of your best choices or most embarrassing as you turn into his palm so you can kiss it, and as you shyly look up at him through your lashes, lips still pressed to his palm, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Gojo blush like this before, his mouth falling into a little ‘o’  before he’s leaning down, pulling you in and-

Someone clears their throat loudly while someone else whistles. Mortified, you look over and see not only the second years but the first years as well. Not much in the way of training actually gets done and eventually you call off the lesson after one too many sly looks and hushed comments.

When Gojo slides back into your space after the disaster of a lesson and asks you out to dinner you of course say yes.

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@strawberrystepmom @nanamikentoseyebags @4sat0ruu @biscuitsngravie @gojoest

[chososrightnipple]

clingy gojo who is rarely ever seen without his arms encircling your waist

clingy gojo who practically molds his body into yours because the feeling of your skin on his is more intoxicating than any drug

clingy gojo whose lips are constantly pressed against your neck or shoulders whenever he’s not yapping

clingy gojo whose favorite position to cuddle is laying on top of you and listening to your heartbeat

clingy gojo who can’t go a day without hearing your sweet voice

clingy gojo who leaves his clothes at your place because even if he’s not touching you, his sweatshirt is

clingy gojo who is tortured by the idea of losing you so he spends as much time as he can preventing that possibility

just clingy gojo <3

[reiyaus]

gender neutral intended

”of all the men in this world, you really had to choose this one?”

yaga grumbles, scratching his head as you kneeled sheepishly on the classroom floor. your fingers nervously tapped on the flesh of your thighs, mentally cursing satoru- who sat parallel to you- and glaring at him through your peripheral.

just minutes ago- your fingers were tangled in his hair (which you now want to rip off), your lips danced in sync with his (the very lips you wish to sew tight forever) as his toned arms caged you between him and the wall.

only minutes ago did you feel like the most accomplished person on earth. now, all you felt was humiliation; your own teacher catching you in the middle of your stupid act.

sneaking out of training to make out with satoru gojo in the school closet.

while yaga continued on with his rant, pacing around the classroom and cursing out whoever, satoru pokes the side of your leg. his head is turned towards you, allowing you to see the boyish smirk on his face.

the very face that got you in this mess. that dumb, obnoxious, sexy face.

“my dorm later?” he mouths, raising his brows in suggestiveness. you scoff, lightly slapping his thigh.

“have you no shame?” you whisper, feeling irked while he chuckled.

“in what world would i be ashamed to be with you?” satoru grins sappily, pinching the side of your thigh. you held back a yelp and instinctively slap his arm.

yaga hasn’t noticed yet, fortunately, his back was still turned to you.

“no! satoru, there’s absolutely no way im going out with you after this!” you whisper-yelled. you were lying, of course. no way you would leave someone as irritating, yet perfect, for someone else to snatch.

he pouts, looking back forward and heaving a dramatic sigh. “offer’s still up though. hah, i wonder how he’ll react when he finds out about the other times we-“

“what other times?”

[cuntphoric]

satoru is already hard when you reach for him, he’s been thinking about how you'll do him all day now and finally. he's sprawled out like a star on his bed, shirt halfway off, smirking excitedly. “you gonna play with it or just admire it, pretty baby?” he teases, breath hitching when your hand finally wraps around him.

you start slow on purpose, just watching the way his cock twitches every time you slide your thumb over the head. “fuuuck,” he groans, dropping his head back against the pillows. “you’re suuuuch a tease, i swear.”

his hips start to buck up into your fist, sloppy and needy. your hand’s slick and wetter now—he’s leaking like crazy, and every stroke makes a squelching sound that only makes him whine more. “shitshitshit, right there—don’t stop, don’t—fuck, i’m—!!”

he cums hard, thick and messy, all over your hand and his stomach. his abs flex, and he lets out a raw, fucked out moan, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead. “you’re evil,” he mumbles, laughing a little, voice wrecked. “marry me-”

“'toru!”

[saturnsurn]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

In which the men get a little bit jealous.

⭒ Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna and Toji

⭒ warnings - death of no one of importance, murder of no one of importance, jealousy, toxic men?, GN! Reader

[bennysblabbering]

How they act when they have a crush on you

ft. Namami, Choso, Shoko, Gojo

g/n reader

Nanami:

-Absolutely would never confess first. He'd never want to make you uncomfortable if you didn't reciprocate the feelings. He appreciates the friendship you already have and would rather have that than nothing.

-Even so, he can't help but smile a little more when you're around. Considering he's not the most smiley man in the world, the way his demeanor changes around you is more evident than he realizes.

-He definitely touches you more often than with others; he just can't resist. Nothing too much of course- small little touches on your back or shoulder, a squeeze of your hand, maybe even a hug before parting. Small gestures of appreciation are okay, right?

-So after you kiss him on the cheek as a thank you for saving you at the last moment on a mission, his face is redder than you've ever seen it. And that little giggle you respond with after noticing? He hasn't felt his heart flutter like that in years.

-Maybe....maybe there is a chance with you after all?

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Choso:

-Doesn't even know what a crush is.

-He's completely oblivious to his own feelings. He thinks he might be sick. Why does his stomach feel so weak? Why are his hands so sweaty? But...it only happens around you. Is he allergic to you? Can you be allergic to a person?

-When you brush hands accidentally, he gets so dizzy he has to close his eyes for a moment to keep his composure.

-Eventually he asks Shoko about it. Maybe it has something to do with him being half curse. Maybe your technique makes curses feel sick.

-Shoko laughs at him and has to explain what crushes are, and that if he likes you that much he should try telling you or making a move.

-He'll definitely need to study up on this a bit more to figure out what he should do...

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Shoko:

-Represses it represses it represses it

-God dammit. There's no way she has a childish little crush at her age. There's no fucking way. Nope.

-Usually drinking makes her forget things, so it annoys her that she thinks about you more when she's tipsy. How soft your lips look...how you'd feel while kissing her...running her fingers through your hair...

-Get your shit together, Shoko. There's no way they'd go for someone like you, she thinks.

-When you come in injured from a mission and you need her to use her RCT on you by touching you, she blinks for a moment and mentally short circuits before nodding and yelling at herself to mentally separate this stupid little crush from her job.

-Even still, she trembles a little as her hands so gently massage your back and shoulders, moving over to your arms, and then your thighs...fuck. Fuck she can't think straight.

-What the hell is she supposed to do when someone as perfect and gorgeous as you is around?

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Gojo:

-He realized pretty early on what his feelings are. Even if you don't feel the same way, he thinks it's fun to flirt with you. Little do you know, it's 100% genuine.

-Calls you "cutie pie" a lot.

-Everyone else can tell just how much he likes you by the way he grins like an idiot and always specifically chooses to sit next to you when at meetings. You, however, are completely oblivious. He acts silly around everyone, it's not a crush!

-Eventually he builds up the courage to put an arm around you when sitting on a couch together, and you can feel his heartbeat. Does it always beat that fast? Damn, he's like a hummingbird.

-He thinks he's really slick at hiding it, but he really isn't. He acts a giddy little teenager. But there's noooooo way you'd be able to tell.

-He hopes. Fingers crossed.

[mechsangel]

˚₊⋅─── WRONG NUMBER ───⋅ ˚₊

☆. # SYNOPSIS — you accidentally text the wrong number while complaining about your new boss.

☆. # AUTHOR’S NOTE — awooga ,, hot gojo boss man

☆. # WARNINGS — comedy, office au, gojo being an annoying little shit, utahime + shoko as best friends.

-> masterlist for company property!

[kumimi3]

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ thinking about softdom!Gojo Satoru being so lenient with you. Whenever you’re on top of him, he merely gives you his charming grin while laying completely still for you, “Just make your—Ngh,” Satoru groans, “Just make yourself feel good, yeah baby?” He’s absolutely drunk from your cunt and the way his cock twitches inside you makes you ride him even faster, “Yeah?”

Satoru eagerly nods his head and pushes his head back in pleasure, “Yes, baby, d-don’t worry about me… You just use my cock—Ah shit—However the fuck you l-like…!”, “Fuck! Yes, yes, use my dick, use me.”, “I love you so much, I love you—Shiiittt! Ugh, did I make you cum? Good, good…”

Gojo Satoru is sooo pussydrunk.

[selfindulgentpixies]

MDNI Trans!Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

CW: Trans Gojo (his clit is referred to as a cock), Afab!Reader, GN!Reader, reader gets called pretty and gorgeous but only neutral pronouns are used. You eat Gojo out and he fucks you with a strap. Trans Gojo haunts me oh so sexily and has been buzzing about my brain for a while. It's been a long time since i wrote proper smut so please be kind. (Also sorry to those who have been waiting for this I get super self conscious writing smut so it takes me a while. Also all rude comments or hate for trans!Gojo will be met with a very swift block and possibly a report. I do not have time for transphobes)

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Mine mine mine

You could stay here between his legs and be happy to never leave as he ruts against your face, plush wet fold sliding over your lips and your tongue dipping into his hole as his fat cock grinds against your nose. Yeah no you could probably die happy like this surrounded in his scent and taste. You might actually if he doesn’t loosen the grip on the back of your head, pushing you tighter and deeper against his cunt. 

“Fuuuck just like that. Haaa You’re so good for me.” His deep moans and thready breaths go straight to your own core. You know he’ll fuck you once you’re done. He never leaves you wanting, always returns the pleasure you’d given him in kind.

In the interest of your continued existence however you lightly pinch the inside of his thigh making him jerk and loosen his grip on the back of your head so you can pull back for a breath. “Haaa sorry sorry,” He says as his hand goes from gripping your hair to petting over it. His hips stutter upward when your warm breath fans over his cock and cunt. He looks down at you and you’re a mess. Eyes glazed over and his slick coating the lower half of your face making it glisten. “Fuck you’re gorgeous like this. Leaves no doubt that you’re mine.” His lips curl up in a lazy grin bringing out his dimples and rosy cheeks. He’s not much better than you, hair clinging to his face from sweat, chest stained pink while it rises and falls. His hand moves from your hair, slides over your cheek and then cups your chin where he swipes his thumb over your glistening lips before dipping into your eager mouth. You suck on the rough digit drawing a groan from deep in his chest. 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth with a small pop, a thin trail of spit connects you to the digit for a moment almost like it’s an extension of your reluctance to release it. He can’t help but chuckle at the pout you give him before he’s pulling you up along his body, one of his thighs slotting between yours, your arousal slicking across his strong thigh as you go, your own leg is pressed tight against his puffy folds. He licks a stripe over your messy chin and into your mouth, taking pleasure in the mixed taste of the two of you, taking satisfaction in the way you moan into his mouth as you try rut against his thigh, taking, taking, taking because he can never get enough of you and would pull you into his own being if he could. Strong hands still your hips as he begins to grind up against you, controlling the pace as your cunts slick against each other's thighs. You moan against his mouth, actually trying to kiss him being abandoned in favor of panting and whining into each other. It’s all so messy, absolutely wanton as your hands slide up his chest and wet sounds fill the room. 

“Can I get you to cum like this? Just grinding on my thigh?” You feel his smirk as he skims his lips down your throat to nip at the delicate skin there. He didn’t actually have room to tease considering the mess he was making against your own thigh but he was scattering your thoughts too much for you to point that out. You’d already been drunk on him long before he’d pulled you up from between his thighs.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, gripping tightly at his shoulders. 

“Please what?” And he pulls his face back from where he’d been marking up your neck to give you a smug grin and has the nerve to stop grinding the two of you together because of course he had to be a tease and a menace even in bed. 

The whine you let out this time could be called petulant as the man currently controlling your pleasure stills you with strong hands as you try to chase your own pleasure. The high you’d been chasing stuttering and being suspended before you by the unfairly pretty man you were giving yourself to. He could swear he feels your cunt pulse against him and how you're trying to move your hips to get something, anything from him. It’s all in vain though with his strong hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your plush body. You likely have perfect little bruises later as a reminder.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, pretty.” He nips at your kiss swollen lips. 

“You’re terrible.” Your words only make him smile harder and god is it a pretty smile even when it’s at your expense. “Want more of you.” You pout and as you begin to glance away he rocks his thigh against you, a reward that draws a hissed breath between your teeth out of surprise. Perhaps he wasn’t as dead set at playing games with you as thought he might be as he begins to slowly grind the two of you together again. 

“Want more of me how?” He asks against your lips. “You really getting shy on me now even after you’d been moaning into my cunt just a minute ago?” His voice is low and the nature of his words makes your stomach flutter and your thighs clench around his. 

You try to bury your face in his neck but he grips you at the nape and gently pulls you back enough to look at him, the oceans in his eyes partially obscured by his blown wide pupils. You swallow thickly. “Want you to fuck me.” 

“There you go.” And suddenly he’s flipping you over, your back being pressed down into the plush bed. He kisses you before pulling back and rising to his knees. The air of the room chills against your exposed cunt and the wet patch Satoru had left on your thigh. You watch him as he shuffles to the side table where he’d left his already prepared strap and it’s harness, the base of which is specifically textured and shaped to also give pleasure to the wearer. You watch transfixed as he puts it on, admiring how the straps of the harness frame his ass. He smirks over his shoulder at you, well aware of how you hadn’t taken your eyes off him. 

Moving back over to you he pushes your legs apart to make space for himself. He places one of his hands on your lower tummy, splaying his fingers out before gently squeezing the soft flesh there. He chuckles to himself. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Oh just thinking about how ruined you’re going to be once i’m right here.” He gives you another squeeze and delights in how you squeak and your cheeks heat up. 

“Satoruuu, stop,” You whine and then your eyes widen when he starts to pull back entirely despite damn well knowing what you meant. “No no no I meant stop teasing not stop stop.” You begin to sit up and reach for him. 

He smiles at you cheekily and grabs your hands as they reach for him, linking your fingers together. “But you’re so fun to tease.” He leans in until your noses are just barely touching. From this close he can’t see you pout but he can see how your brows knit together. He rubs your noses together before kissing the space between your eyebrows, then kisses the apple of your cheek and then finally your lips. “You know I’ll always take care of you after though. Would never dream of leaving my pretty hanging. Now-” he releases your hands so he can slide them down your body, taking in every dip and soft curve. The feeling of his slightly rough hands making a shiver go through you. “-where was I?” he pauses at where he’d been originally groping at your stomach before moving lower, his touch turning feather light and teasing as his fingers move over where you want him most. You buck your hips involuntarily at the light contact. 

Gojo tuts at you and holds your hips down with one hand while he teasingly explores your folds, almost agonizing in his gentleness as he slides his long fingers through them. He catches your clit between his middle and index finger before leaning down to suck on it, his fingers moving away from it to begin to dip into your wet heat. When you try to buck toward him the hand on your hip holds you firm. He hums against your clit as he pushes his fingers into your wet heat, drawing a moan from your kiss swollen lips.

The contact is gone all too quickly as he pulls everything back, his mouth, his fingers. Your pathetic whine is unneeded as he’s immediately positioning his silicone cock at your entrance. He dips the head in, watching your face intently as he pushes it in inch by inch. 

His name catches somewhere between a whine and a sigh as it falls from your lips. “Satoru…” You reach for him and he catches your hands in his own, lacing his larger fingers with yours once again and pressing them down into the mattress on either side of your head as he covers your body with your own, bottoming out. Pressing his lips against yours he swallows a moan from you before beginning a slow grind into you, his own cunt and cock rubbing against the silicone base of the strap on.  He pants into your mouth and when he pulls back slightly to gaze at you a string of spit connects the two of you. 

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. Pretty and mine.” His thrusts pick up. “Always gonna be mine yeah?” 

“Always yours,” you reply dazed and already looking fucked out. You wrap your legs around his hips, trying to keep him deep inside of you. 

He squeezes your hands, now spurred on, working his hips to get your both to your high. The sounds filling the bedroom are obscene, the wet sounds of his cock filling your cunt over and over, the sounds of skin on skin and not least of all your moans. You’ll probably get a sound complaint later for the headboard banging against the wall if nothing else. “ ‘toru I’m-” You cry out. And he swallows your cry of pleasure, his lips covering your own. He can feel your orgasm splash against him, soaking the sheets beneath you as he ruts harder into you, drawing it out while chasing his own. You feel his hips stutter and press hard into you, slowing into a steady grind as he slows before pulling out and flopping next to you. 

He pulls you against his chest, and the both of you lay there panting as you come down. One of his hands runs up and down your spine while you kiss at the underside of his jaw. After several calm moments you speak up and he swears can hear the pout it your voice. “You didn’t let me finish eating you out.” He laughs sudden and loud.  The two of you were nowhere near done for the night.

@strawberrystepmom @princess-okkotsu @icy-spicy @nanamikentoseyebags

[4nicolas]

satoru thinks he likes the moments after sex with you more than the actual sex itself.

I mean, don’t get him wrong he absolutely loved when the two of you fucked but there just something about the intimacy of the afterglow.

whether satoru was collapsed on top of you or you were collapsed on top of him it felt great. the warmth of your bodies combined made you feel even better.

the two of you coming down from your highs and simply enjoying one another’s presence was another kind of bliss.

he couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted nothing more than to keep you in bed all day; cuddling or being intimate he didn’t care. as long as it contained both your bodies pressed together.

although you were both sticky and sweaty you still felt incredibly comfortable. laying in your own fluids is gross, yeah, but with satoru none of that mattered.

even when the two of you were intertwined satoru still needed more, he needed his arms around you and his legs tangled with yours. he just needed you as close as possible.

your presence alone made him tremendously happy, having your physical touch was just an added bonus, he feels like the happiest man alive when you give him something as simple as a hug. so obviously cuddling was his favorite pastime.

the two of you breathing heavily, not speaking but all the words you wanted to get out being said. your love and adoration was already communicated through the past moments and laying in a comfortable silence was just the cherry on top.

satoru liked to trace little shapes on your skin, his fingers lulling you into a trance, he tried not to let you fall asleep though, he needed his precious lover to keep him company.

if you did find yourself falling asleep satoru would mumble your name or gently scratch your scalp, though if you were genuinely exhausted he would let you sleep.

when you did end up falling asleep he would try and maneuver the both of you under the covers, the added layer keeping you cozy, and being in satorus arms even more so.

other times satoru would try and coax you into taking a quick shower or bath, especially if you both went a bit rougher. all he wanted was the make you feel safe and comfortable and he would always try his hardest to do so.

sometimes the showers consist of satoru lazily holding you against his or vice versa, simply basking in the warm water and each others bodies. did satoru ever mention he loved being close to you?

he does tell you that, a lot actually. but if he didn’t he most definitely would make up by showing it. sometimes when you two take a bath together he’ll let you lay against him, gently massing your shoulders or arms after a long day.

he’ll give you space treatment if you really wanted, anything for you, just say it and he’ll get it.

one part he didn’t like was having to bother or move you so he could wash the sheets, which leads to him not cleaning them just to keep you comfy.

sometimes he would have you sit in the warm tub while he washed the blankets and took care of everything. he wanted to make sure you came back to a clean and fresh pair of covers.

he gave you royal treatment and he knows what that means because he was treated like a king his whole life. though he definitely did much better than that, he gave you all the love and attention you could need tenfold.

when all was said and done the two of you normally got cuddled up under the freshly washed blankets of your shared (king sized) bed, after having taken a nice hot shower or bath of course.

the two of you would hold each other close the entirety of the night, not letting go for a second, and you better hope you don’t have to pee in the middle of the night because you’re not getting out his grasp.

all in all during intimacy and the aftermath and he would take care of you the best he could. after all your the only person whose ever made him feel this way before. it was weird to care so much about one person, he didn’t know how to feel.

he tries his best and will continue to for as long as you two live (yes live, because you’re not breaking up ever.) satoru will do anything and everything for you because he loves you.

he loves you more than anything in the world and couldn’t imagine life without you, so for the rest of his life he will do everything in his power to appeal to you.

of course you tell him he doesn’t need to do all of that but he insists and who are you to say to the satoru gojo?

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not proof read, im tired and it’s 3am! :P

[aae-tuu]

Gojo Satoru being the most annoying out of pocket boyfriend with zero boundaries is something I live for

Imagine you’re eating a pastry

and you bite off a piece and he sees you eating and comes over to you. once he’s near you he opens his mouth and you’re thinking to yourself

‘Maybe he wants me to feed it to him…’

like a normal person

except Gojo isn’t normal

“Do you want a piece?” You ask him as you chew your pastry.

he nods and with the most serious look on his face, he says the next sentence

“I want the piece that’s in your mouth.”

you pause as you slowly turn to look at him.

“huh?”

“I want you to bird feed it to me”

“.… what.”