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ALEJANDRO! — GOJO SATORU. ☆

➤ popstar!gojo masterlist

headline. after an argument regarding gojo’s career, you two take a break and it hurts. you aren’t together, so why should you care? maybe the fame is getting to gojo’s head after all. because you see him get a new assistant the very next day.

word count. 6.9k (crying)

warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo au, tiny angst ending, angst, unprotected, praise, dirty talk, you make up, squírting, implied multiple órgasms, overstim, dumbification, size kink, mixed feelings, impact play.

“satoru, are you even listening to me?” you furrow your brows in sheer annoyance. the popstar, more like the brat continued to look past you as he spoke. sometimes you questioned why you’d even put up with him for so long. of course, you grew a liking to him, as did he for you, maybe?

it was a brief silence and he rolls his eyes, burying his hands into his pockets. “i heard you. i just don’t care,” he replies before dramatically yawning. “i’m adding that track on the album whether you like it or not.”

you blink twice, he was so unserious. it was as if for a split second he forgot who he was.

the gojo satoru. the two of you were in public, currently outside of a shopping mall. he was secretly buying copies of his cds to get more sales before this meaningless altercation started. “i just think it’s not a good idea,” you sigh, feeling as if you probably weren’t gonna get through to him. “the label was strict on the duration, and—”

“you know what?” gojo abruptly cuts you off, trodding towards you. he leans forward, giving you a quick second glance before letting off a subtle scoff. “i can’t. we’re…this thing. whatever it is, we’re done,” and your eyes widen. him referring to whatever this thing was between the two of you as just something. perhaps it was foolish of you to think it would be something more.

without even thinking, you spit out, “fine. maybe you should get a new assistant then.”

“maybe i will, because someone doesn’t know how to fuckin' manage their client properly.”

oh.

it was an awkward dead silence after that. the awkwardness was so much, you could hear a pin drop.

as you glance up at the popstar, he looks unreadable. not a single thought through that brain of his. with hands buried in his pockets, he scoffs. “ya know how easy it is to replace you?”

“satoru, i’m trying to help you,” you furrow your eyebrows, briefly gawking around and trying not to make too much of a scene. you doubt lowering your tone a few notches would help. most likely, this little argument would be on the front headlines of tmz soon. “you don’t make the best decisions when it comes to things like this.”

“it’s gojo to you,” he rolls his eyes, and he turns his heels, staring to trod away. he pulls down his designer shades and he’s so dramatic. strutting down the sidewalk, he pulls out his phone before his lips curl into a pout. “address me right.”

you let off a sigh, purposely stepping right in front of him. he looks down at you, literally with a look of annoyance and slight vex.

“whatever, fine….gojo,” and you stare at him. honestly, the more you thought to yourself, why were you trying so hard? normal people would have taken the hint, but you…you felt the urge to keep testing his patience.

yet perhaps that wasn’t the brightest idea, because after all, you were dealing with a posh and snobby international brat. “firing me is only gonna make you look bad. besides, you know how the press-”

“princess, let me put it to you this way,” gojo mumbles, a toothpick casually sticking out near the corner of his mouth. the popstar gets right up close to you. you loathed how good he smelled—a rich cologne scent. specially, his own signature cologne from his very own brand.

the more he inches closer towards your face, the more you feel a tingly feeling creep its way inside your stomach. “i want nothing to do with you anymore, assistant,” and his voice, it had little to no emotion—you give him the same share of eye contact, trying to stand your ground but for some reason his words hit you like a gut punch.

a full blown gut punch to be exact. you’ve managed this brat for practically a various length of months, only for all it to go to waste from a stupid argument.

“you’re replaceable, and if you don’t wanna do your job then i’ll find someone else,” he shrugs, dusting off the shoulder parts of his leather bedazzled jacket. gojo tilts his head, studying your facial expression. in the midst of saying something, he continued, “besides, you said it yourself. to get myself a new assistant.”

“so you’re just throwing this all away?” you utter, a mere deadpan plastered on his face.

gojo grows quiet as you speak, yet he groans with a subtle eye roll. the secondhand embarrassment got to you too. again—why were you trying so hard? a question not ever you yourself could answer at that particular moment. “did me saying 'i love you' not mean anything?”

oh fuck.

you didn’t mean to say that. but at this particular moment, you kind of didn’t care.

maybe you were just a tad bit delusional but it couldn’t have been just you. out of all the times you spent with this popstar, getting to know him, saving him the trouble of getting himself hurt by fans….anything.

there had to be something there … right?

you did tell gojo you loved him out of the blue. just right after the grammys last week, it slipped out. one of the most embarrassing positions you’ve been in.

and the worst part was that gojo didn’t even say it back. more like he figured girls with him always said they loved him after having a mind-blowing orgasm from him. so you brushed it off, laughing it off awkwardly and he did the same. yet, you decided it’d be the smart idea and bring that simple reoccurrence up right now.

gojo runs a hand through his hair, pulling the tooth pick out of his mouth before scoffing. “not this again,” and with another sassy eye roll, he shifts his feet into the ground, “you’re not gonna win this argument, princess. it was fun, i’ll admit that.”

stupidity couldn’t have plastered on your face even more than that particular moment.

gojo left you there, unemployed and a total idiot.

for whatever reason, the strange ache in your heart tightened as you watched him walk away with that same fake-grin he’d have for the entire world to see. winking at his multiple die-hard fan girls.

although, it’s barely the next day before you spot gojo at some expensive shopping store reserved for only a-list celebrities. seeing him wasn’t what initially caught your attention, it was seeing him with another girl.

that made your eyebrows curl up into the biggest furrow imaginable. by him saying you were easy to replace, you didn’t think he’d be so quick.

giving her the exact same treatment he gave you, you nearly choke on your pretzel, observing the two of them.

gojo has an arm slung over her, his loud laughter that could be heard from just about a mile away.

was this jealousy you were feeling? it would be stupid, the two of you weren’t even together nor were exclusive—yet seeing your client, well ex-client made you feel a certain type of way. it was not to anyone’s surprise, seeing the numerous headlines of celebrity gossip headlines talk about the entire kerfuffle.

whatever happened to you…?

lots of people speculated the two of you were dating on the low, especially after what occurred at one of his most famous controversial performances. gojo fucking you whilst his mic was on the entire time. you’d probably never be able to live that down with him, neither would he to say the least.

you didn’t even know his new assistant’s name, but you already disliked her. the way she’d laugh at literally anything that came out of gojo’s mouth. he could let off an obnoxious belch and she’d think it was the most funniest thing in the world.

after a while, they end up leaving and you let off a irritated scoff.

maybe you were dramatic, but you wouldn’t lie and say that it stung a bit. the thought—no, the sheer reality of being replaced. you thought you were getting somewhere with the popstar.

out of the many myriad talks the two of you shared, including him even opening up about his past relationship—you figured maybe there was some kind of spark. but maybe, you thought wrong.

gojo said he was going to replace you, and that’s exactly what he did.

coincidentally enough though, you stayed over gojo’s penthouse the last time the two of you were together. you still had his key and forgot to give it to him. dragging your feet towards his residence, you grumbled.

how convenient.

you really weren’t in the mood to talk to him. besides from last time you could remember, he ended up ‘accidentally’ misplacing your panties too.

you decided to suck it up, making your way towards the popstar’s well kept home. you pause at the doormat that read in bold grassy letters, ‘home of a guy with a large dick’ and gibe. so unserious, to think he was one of the most popular pop artists known to date. he was always known to spend his money on the most witless things.

bawling up your fist, you prepare to knock on the front of the door. but instead, you just unlock it with the key. there’d be no point, besides, you’d be in and out, right? wrong…

because the moment you open the door, stood a real tall and shirtless satoru gojo. it was as if he knew you’d show up.

“mhm. just can’t get enough of me, huh,” gojo cocks his head towards the right, giving you a long four second glance. you felt your face get hot, the singer was in nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. his figure, quite slim and well built. droplets of water raced down his v-line, and you couldn’t help but sneak a long stare. “should get ya arrested for trespassin'.”

your eye twitches, finding it hard to look at him in the eye before you grumble. “i’m not stalking you, idiot. i came to give you your spare key back,” and then as he’s blankly staring at you, you halt your speech a bit before mumbling. “…and i came to get my panties back.”

“girl…huh? you’re mumbling. can’t understand ya.”

gojo sneers, and you hated how flawless his perfectly toned body was. it was distracting you, your thoughts, words, everything. the way the white towel was just barely hanging onto his waist.

his waist…so slim.

he was perfectly sculptured from his hips to further down. with a hand of his, he tugs the fabric of the towel up a bit, you were just about to spot a few specks of white hair. his happy trail, one of your favorite things about his body. how the hair just ran down and down. his sharp v-line was a force to be reckoned with. it wasn’t much a surprise that gojo was fit though, he was a trained dancer after all.

“i said,” you start to repeat yourself, trying to snap yourself out of whatever lewd trance he had you in. “…i want my panties back.”

“you came to see me jus’ to get those back?” gojo smirks, intaking a sharp breath before running a hand through his dampened hair. “is this your way of telling me you’re not wearing any panties right now?”

“i—” you utter, being cut off by mere embarrassment. gojo giggles at your lack of response, raising his head just a bit whilst awaiting your response. “can you be serious? why would i show up to your house without any underwear?”

gojo smugly grins. “you tell me. besides, what makes you think i have them?”

you glare at him and he pokes his bottom lip out. “fine, whatever. geez,” and then he moves in front of you, closing the broad door shut. you make your way inside of his doorway, awkwardly shifting your weight with your feet as he took a few steps back. “it’s in the ah…laundry room. had one of my maid’s do the load ‘n they got your stuff mixed up with mine.”

you follow gojo towards downstairs, where his huge laundry room was kept. it’s not like you had to necessarily follow him. you knew the layout of his penthouse like the back of your hand. nevertheless you were on his heels, pulling down on your skirt at the awkward silence.

was he just gonna be quiet the entire time?

him walking in front of you gave you the perfect chance to stare at his back, his back muscles specially…

it was unintentionally sexy, each step he took you watched as his muscles flex and crook together. still, he wasn’t exactly dry. it was a few leftover droplets of water racing down his back. you could make out a few scratch marks near his back as well, you were trying to remember if that was your doing or someone else.

“watch your step.”

immediately, you get cut off with gojo’s words and you fall face first into a steep like area. he groans, catching you with quick reflexes. “still so clumsy,” he mutters, and you stare up at the popstar. he returns a gaze, and then he looks away, getting you back on your feet. “c’mon..”

it was gauche—being handed your own bawled up panties. “um, thank you,” you tell him with the most somewhat neutral expression. gojo studies your eyes for a moment before nodding. the silence was killing you, and right when he was about to make his way back upstairs, you tug on his arm. “wait.”

“yeah?” he sighs deeply, bringing a hand towards his face to wipe his eyes. “did you forget something else?”

“no,” you roll your eyes, dragging your words out slowly. “you know why i really came here.”

“do i?” gojo tilts his head, leaning against the dryer. his towel hung onto his slim waist for dear life. you hated how he was playing coy, he knew the exact words that was about to go past your lips. “help me understand.”

you glare. “you don’t even like your new assistant.”

“woah now, that’s not true,” gojo brings his hands towards his hips. such sassy mannerisms, it made your eyes roll into the very back depths of your head. “for your information, i actually adore april, vivian, eh…whatever her name is.”

you deadpan, and gojo simpers. “…oh,” and his voice pitches a deep low. it makes you feel a bit of tingles in areas you’d rather not disclose. “is this your way of telling me that you miss me? you miss us?”

“obviously you don’t.” you utter, meeting straight eye contact with the popstar. the smile that lingers across his lips, he inches a bit closer towards you and it makes you nervous.

“i never said i didn’t miss you,” gojo snickers.

each inch he creates towards you, gradually closing the inelegant distance between the two of you, he brings a hand up to your face. it catches you by the upmost surprise, and he strokes a thumb against your cheek. “it’s clear you missed me though. can’t last a day without me. maybe you really are my biggest fan.”

the nerve, it made you narrow your eyes and gojo only smiles. “mhm. but fine, maybe i did miss you a little. kinda miss being put in my place if i’m being entirely honest, princess.”

you look up at him, and he’s very much serious from what you can tell. gojo’s thumb stroking against your cheek was so undeniably sensual. you intake a sharp breath, and he’s giving you an intense stare. suddenly, you felt hot and that’s when you come to the hurried realization that you were completely cornered.

you were pinned back against the front door of the dryer, he had you right exactly where he wanted you. “you didn’t have to be such an asshole, though.”

“maybe,” he says, and then you gasp once he leans right into your neck, planting a single kiss near your collarbone. you almost forgot what his touch felt like. if it was anything about gojo, it was that he could never get enough of your taste. “i didn’t mean it. i jus’ wanted to piss you off.”

“satoru—” you’d grumble, yet that’s when he softly cups your chin.

“yeah yeah. scold me later, baby,” he murmurs, and his voice was so raspy. it was as if he was longing to kiss all over you, coat your skin with a plethora of invisible markings. it’s exactly what he does. his touch felt so warm, the same smug grin never leaves his face—oh, how you hated it. although, the more you stared at his perfect lips, the more you wanted to kiss him. “you want a kiss?” he hums, as if he’s nonchalantly reading your mind again. you give him a nod, pressed right up against the cold dryer and his body—gojo swipes a thumb over your lips, inching closer and closer before he pauses. “mhm. i’ll give you a kiss if you tell me pretty please.”

you’re sending him straight daggers. as gojo presses right up against you, he’s so close that the soft fabric of the towel brushes all on your skin. it tickles, and you then feel it push up against you. his bulge, his bulge that stuck out despite having a lengthy towel shielding his pure nudity from underneath his torso. your lips quavered, desperately wanting to feel his own mouth mash against yours. “s-satoru.”

“mhm. for an assistant, ya don’t seem to like followin' instructions,” he whispers right next to your lip. the warmth of his breath wafts right beside your own lips and it makes a small whine fly right out of your mouth. “you missed me so bad. all like this for a kiss, adorable.”

“prettypleaseprettypleasee,” you’d pout, and you don’t even realize you’re pouting until he smiles, pointing it out. gojo gives in within seconds, squeezing your chin and bringing you into a deep passionate kiss.

it started slow like it always did, with that same thumb of his coolly skimming beneath your chin, you part your lips. chaste—the perfect word to describe the kiss, it was a mixture of sloppy and straight lust. gojo had a sweet taste of peppermint on his tongue, you moaned the moment he started to get handsy. a smile curls against his lips once he feels your failed attempt to yank his towel off.

gojo only then reaches down between your legs, past your skirt — pulling up your thigh, he hums right into your mouth once his fingers only feel nothing but soft skin. “ooh,” he briefly pulls away, sneaking a kiss near the inner part of your jaw. “i was right. no panties,” and then he tsks. “how unprofessional.”

“shut up,” you huff, and he lets you remove the towel. gojo’s dampened body collides against yours, and he’s almost grinding against you—you initiate the kiss this time. wrapping both arms over his broad shoulders, your tongue continued to battle for dominance with his. each nanosecond his breathing picked up, casually racing within itself. everything around you felt warm, you felt like you were floating, burning up hot, but floating.

it’s only been a day, perhaps half a day but it felt like years. you didn’t care if this made you appear to be obsessed or whatever. all you knew was that you wanted this stupid popstar.

gojo slips off a whine once he feels you reach for his length, giving him a few concise strokes. “f-fuckin’ damn, i’m a little sensitive from earlier,” and as he breathlessly speaks between kisses, gojo’s the one to grow a bit timid now and he gives you a dazed glance. “heh, don’t look at me like that. it turns me on when you’re angry at me.”

“you’re so weird,” you deadpan, and you shudder even more. feeling a hand over yours wrap around his length. gojo’s nostrils briefly flare up, and as he’s intaking a breath, he tosses the towel to the side. you glance down, staring at his bulge and it makes the popstar a bit…nervous.

“f-fuck,” he’d groan, and that’s the exact moment where out of nowhere—gojo lifts you up. he sits you on top of the lid of the dryer, spreading your legs open. with a big hand, he slowly but surely pries them open, taking a good peak between them. “such a bold girl. comin’ to see me like this,” and he presses his lips towards the inner part of your thigh. you moan, watching gojo then lap out his tongue to lick a long stripe right near the crevice of your leg. “taste just as sweet as i remember.”

“don’t tease me, ‘toru.” you’d whine, feeling him leave sloppy kisses and bites all over your thighs. he ran his tongue up your leg, stopping right once he reached near your slick entrance.

gojo hums, cerulean eyes meeting yours for a second. his gaze was forever attractive, the way his eyes would trail up and down your body. he leans up close towards between your legs, and uses two fingers to spread your folds apart. “don’t tease me ‘toruuuu, she says,” he mocks your whiney delivery, and the popstar briefly laps his tongue against your clit for about three seconds. those three seconds was enough to throw you over the edge. his tongue was so long and pretty — a pretty bright pink, and you stared at it the entire time. “hm. assistants shouldn’t be this soaked.”

“don’t e-eat me out, wait,” you breathe, grabbing a fistful of his perfect whitened strands. gojo looks at you with a pompous grin, just preparing to dig in before you pull his head up. “just fuck me.”

“well excuse me then,” he rolls his eyes, making a fake caught off guard gasp. gojo takes one look at your glistened slit, a tiny pout going against his lips. “but how else am i gonna warm up my vocals, princess?”

“…you can’t warm up your vocals by eating pussy, satoru,” you mutter, not even believing you have to say that…then again, it’s satoru gojo. you shouldn’t even be so surprised anymore. the cute scowl that plastered across his face only widened. he sits up, moving you closer towards him. you sat on the cold lid of the dryer, and you watch as he springs his cock out.

gojo grouses. “oh fineee, be boring. let me starve, whatever,” and he’s so sassy it’s cute, the way his eyebrows curl up into a furrow. his dimples press against both sides of his temples, and you gasp once he aligns himself against your sleek entrance.

“i can’t even be that mad,” he suddenly breathes, a bit of a shakiness nearing his tone. “you’re so wet f’me, damnnn,” and you bite your lip as he starts to sink himself in. his fat tip - it prods against your folds, squeezing itself inside with such ease. “missed her bad,” and he pauses, watching himself disappear inside your cunt. the loud welcoming squelch your cunt made as a response to gojo’s length was music to his ears. your legs felt like mush and he presses a hand down your thigh. “listen to her, how she talks to me all nasty.”

“h-hurry up, satoruuu,” you’d whimper, his dirty talk sending you straight shivers to roam all throughout your body. he’d always speak to your pussy as if it could talk back, one of the many filthy things he’s loved doing with you. you couldn’t wait anymore, you wanted him. one thing about gojo, he loved more than anything to take his time with you.

he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him. your jaw dropped, feeling how thick he started to stretch you out. spurts of his own pre-cum coating all against your entrance.

he pants, starting to pant before he sinks a bit further inside of you. “uh—! don’t rush me. ‘s rude,” he creates a faux pout, and he briefly pulls out to slap his throbbing plump tip near the very front part of your entrance. he was teasing you so bad, you didn’t even register that you were laid flat on top of the machine, legs sprawled and your jaw nearly hanging. he was so big, such inches to leave you stuffed for many many for days. you hugged his cock much thanks to your walls, and gojo groans. “s-so warm..”

gojo was so hard and pent up, he gnaws on his lip before going in just a bit further. he starts to pant a bit, staring at how good you grip down on him. nice and snug, he brings a thumb towards the top part of your clit, smearing your own slick over your folds before he’s just about half way in. “you take sooo f-fuckin’ long.”

he giggles at the way your words were a bit slurred, your tummy heaved as he was gradually easing himself inside. “thought i told ya not to rush me, princess,” and you moaned once you felt him present you with an abrupt thrust that makes you jolt back—grabbing onto his arm. “mhm. what did i say last time? patience is a virgin, heh.”

“it’s virtue, you idiot.” you whined, your eyes nearly roll back from how good he splits your wetness into two. gojo was long, deliciously lengthy with such fat girth. he wasn’t particularly thick, but he had quite the height on him.

“virgin, virtue, same thing.” the popstar cheeses, and you moaned once he finally starts up a pace.

you had to cling onto his wrists, babbling off all kinds of pathetic whimpers. your sweet whines bounced off the walls—just reverberating across the entire room. you hope no one heard you.

his muscles, way near his ripped abs . . they clench and flex, and it’s so attractive. his body was almost dry, almost. however, he was just a bit damp near his happy trail and past his sharp v-line.

“f-fuckkk,” you’d swallow, barely being able to hold on. it only took a few pre-thrusts for him to figure out his pace and seconds later, you’re being ruthlessly drilled into. his hips, the way they struck into you at a sensual movement had your head spinning. nails of yours claw into his arm and he smiles, making sure to reach every spot.

regarding yesterday, gojo wasn’t necessarily lying. he didn’t mean everything he said, he just likes to talk and talk and talk.

much of that was quite apparent, and he knew you’d come running right back to him. misplacing your panties or not. although, the big question was forever a mystery with him.

…did he love you?

what do you even consider this ‘thing’ you two have? multiple unanswered ignored questions. gojo’s hips were smooth against you, jerking back and forth. he’s got a hand gripping onto your thigh as you’re sat up against the cold lid. you stupidly confessed to him, and he figured you were just saying it to say it.

unprofessional, sure. delusional, maybe…

but you knew you couldn’t be crazy. there had to be at least something between the two of you. the way he kisses you, friends don’t just do that. friends don’t kiss like that.

…is what you kept telling yourself.

his strokes had you losing your mind, sputtering nonsense—gojo watches you, and he leans up close to bring a finger towards your lips. a thumb of his pulls your bottom lip down, and he inches closer before giving you a fervent wet kiss. he ran his tongue against yours, and he was stuffing you so full that your legs merely gave out. “h-harder,” you’d whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. a smirk tugs on his lips and you spot his dimples poke out through your half-lidded peripherals. that’s when gojo then decided to deepens his hits. “harder, harder, harderrrr..”

“slower, baby yeah?” gojo teases, and he purposely brings his hips to a slowing halt.

the frown that goes against your lips was too cute. the popstar chuckles, his dick twitching inside you. he’s stirring up your insides perfectly before he stops his pace. you whine, scratching at his back this time and he hums. “ohhh. don’t like that? ‘m sorry,” he didn’t mean that apology. not in the slightest. he goes back to playing with hour bottom lip, stroking against it before sliding a finger into your mouth. “such pretty lips, so good for suckin’.”

you moaned, immediately sucking his finger before he adds another. he swabs all around your mouth before you briefly end up gagging.

“forgot how sloppy ya always get for me,” and he’s fucking you so deep, your warmth drives him wild. his base, the way it smacks and thwacks right against your entrance has your mind going in a loop. “get my fingers nice ‘n wet, good girl. coat ‘em real sweet. juuuuust like that, princess.”

his candied words, it had you pulsing.

the moment gojo starts up his vigorous pace again, you’re whimpering. he can never stand still though. one second you’re sat on top of the dryer, the next he drags you towards the cushioned sofa. you crave more of him, his dick reached all the right spot and oh, your maw was dropped.

“s-satoruuu,” you’d huff out, and he’d have you in a subtle mating press now. he’d have you on all fours, but he was a lazy man. he’d prefer to look you dead into your eyes the moment you were reaching your inevitable peak. “so d-deeeep.”

“perfect fit for you,” he murmurs in a husky rasp.

gojo’s balls deep, it’s a tight fit and he’s just ramming right into your dripping cunt. you coat him with so much of your slick, it’s messy.

exactly how he liked it too. you whine, feeling him drive such rough thrusts into you. this position, it was so lewd. the perfect angle to grab you by the chin and shove his tongue down your throat. it’s what he does too, sneaking various kisses near your lips, the very corner of your mouth, anywhere and everywhere.

gojo groans, feeling you start to grip and grasp a bit tighter against him. it’s his turn for his eyes to roll back, and he looks so pretty. your pussy’s got him in a trance. a trance he never wanted to escape out of.

“damn, y-you’re so soakin’ for me. makin’ me jus’ as messy as you, baby,” he pants, and you feel him continuously twitch inside of you. gojo lightly lifts up your leg, and he starts to nibble near your ankle. you whine, feeling yourself approach a nearby orgasm. the thought of leaving a slick mess on his cock made your mouth water.

you needed it.

he slams back into you each time, it gives you whiplash. sweetened murmurs of his name were the only words to leave past your spit-glossed lips, and you moan a drawn out, “t-think ‘m getting close, ‘toru. really close, fuckkk.”

“wait a little, princess,” he slyly remarks, and you feel his hips piston. you were dumbfounded, stupid even. his stamina, practically non existent. right when you think he’s finished he starts up again. you’re dumbly nodding your head in endorsement from the way he’s got you thumping back against the cushion. “wait for meee.” and he starts singing.

he’s mocking you, he strokes your chin before flashing you a teasing grin. it’s not funny anymore once his voice cracks and he clears his throat to play it off. “eheh.”

“i c-can’t,” you’d stammer, and you gasp once you feel a single coil within you snap. you’re an entire mess underneath him. his dick, so lengthy it made you salivate entirely. gojo reached every single orifice inside of your pussy, every edge, every corner. like most people knew the layouts of places, he knew the exact layout of your pussy. every single time. “oh my g-goddd.”

gojo’s jaw tightens, and as you’re being pummeled into the mattress. you end up squirting, gushing out so much.

gojo doesn’t realize it until he looks into your dilated irises, and pauses. “oooooh,” he purrs, his words sounding in the form of a curious question. “did you just squirt?”

silence was your answer, and he just hums. gojo stares down, bringing a thumb towards your swollen slit, massaging against the entrance and you shudder. “fuck. you fuckin’ squirter,” he coos, his voice grows a bit low, a deep deep low. you pulse, making a cute attempt to hide your face but he pulls your hands away. “awwww, baby, baby. don’t hide that face from me. i like my assistants messy anyway.”

you were drenched beneath him, gojo leans in to kiss you.

so sensual yet filled with the most passion. you whimpered, feeling his toned body rock against you. hands of yours roamed down his back, pulling him close and he allows his tongue to part right against yours. he didn’t know what it was about you but he knew for certain that you were addicting.

his taste, it was enchanted with sweetness. minty and all, you allow his tongue to ghost amongst your own — and that’s right when gojo moans into your mouth.

he’s buried deep into you, and he briefly pulls away, a pretty cobweb of glistening spit departs from your lips and he groans. “damnnn, ‘m cumming too,” and it was so abrupt. he didn’t expect it.

once goio’s load came, it was so thick.

stringy, multiple ropes shot inside you to make you permanently feel his warmth. mating press, the most perfect position if not one of the best positions to get stuffed full like this.

“s-shitttt,” he starts to whine, and it was far more then be intended for it to be. you were being pumped full of cum, it takes a lot out of him. quite literally, he pauses his hips and takes a moment.

there, you laid and lingering over you with the most feral look was gojo. his weight briefly lingers over you — and the look he’s giving you, you’re pulsing heavily. he starts heaving and heaving, beads of sweat racing down his and before he blinks. “milkin’ me s-so much,” and then be slowly lifts your leg up, throwing it over his shoulder. “still have more though. wanna see your tummy all plump. spillin’ everything out, just for me to see.”

and he does exactly what he says, gojo even pulls out just to watch his own cum spill out. it makes him pout, and he plugs his dick back inside once he starts up again. you moaned, feeling the stickiness all over your inner thighs. it was his favorite part. watching his own viscid cum run down your plush thighs, only to then shove some of it back into your folds.

the popstar was addicted to you, there was no doubt. sure, he’d be a drama queen and say he’s done with you — but you and him both knew the sheer reality. perhaps gojo shared the same feelings, he just didn’t wanna admit it.

falling in love in the entertainment industry was always a scary thing. especially for gojo. but part of you wanted to change that. if he’d let you.

gojo fucked you through numerous positions.

each one leaving you with teeth-shattering orgasms. it was never ending, it felt so good that you never wanted it to end. it was to the point where sweet cacophonies of, “s-satoruuu,” and “pleaseeee,” rang throughout his ears. only he could make you whimper out the prettiest babbles for him.

he’d have you riding him at this point, and he’s in the midst of dumping another warm load right into you. gojo stares in awe at how your hips grind and move effortlessly against him. he’s got a hand attached to your right hip, and he spanks your ass. “f-fuckkk, keep movin’ like that. make me cum, make me fuckin’ cum.”

and once he came inside you for probably the umpteenth time, you steady your hips, leaning in to give the popstar a kiss near his neck. he moans from your touch, pulling you close to him as your legs felt nearly nonexistent.

“good girl, easy e-easyyy,” he purrs against your ear, and you’re putty within his hands practically. he runs a hand down your back, moving a few strands out of your face before he’s panting right with you. he grows quiet for a moment before swallowing. “damn. that was,” and he’s breaking between each of his words, pulling you right into his bare chest. “. . so hot. you should really get more jealous like this, princess.”

“i wasn’t— i wasn’t jealous,” you huff out, leaning back to stare at him. gojo smirks, his eyes averting towards your lips before back towards your face. “but satoru. you still— you never answered my question from before.”

he raises a brow, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his palm. “hm? what question.”

“…okay,” you intake a breath, feeling as though you had ran an entire marathon. “what does this mean? you um.. never said anything about being exclusive.”

“do you wanna be exclusive?” gojo sneers, cocking his head towards the left.

“i’m being serious.” you mumble, he’s still buried inside you and you shift a bit on his lap.

the popstar rolls his eyes. “girl, so am i,” and he plants a kiss near the corner of your mouth. “the press already thinks we’re dating. especially after seeing us bicker like an old couple in public.”

“so...” you look up at him, returning a kiss near his lip. your eyes basically spoke for you and he understood what you were trying to hint at.

“sooo,” he mimics you, stroking a thumb against your hip.

“if we’re gonna be together, you need to fire that new assistant.” you grouse.

“oh right riiiight,” gojo snickers. “i’ll fire her extra hard just for you, baby.”

you pause with the most noticeable deadpan. “that doesn’t even make sense.”

gojo simpers. “geez, we gotta work on that sense of humor. anything i say is supposed to be funny to you,” and he wraps an arm around you—you feel warm, pulled into his strong warm embrace. “mhm. but now that we’re finally together, i do wanna start off by saying how much i love you.”

“huh?” you croak.

gojo smugly grins, nudging you. “you heard me. i love you,” and he kisses your lips for a split second, only to pull away to watch you fully register what he just said. after what felt like ages, he finally said it back.

“r-really?” you’d softly utter, starting to feel warm all over your body. it was all your mouth could mutter out, your eyes were slightly agape and you couldn’t believe he’d return the same feelings.

“mhmmm,” he nods, stroking your back. gojo brings you into a kiss, and you kiss back, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

you felt a weight get lifted off your shoulders, and you lean forward towards him, a brief body language sign that you wanted to start up again. his sweet taste had you whining for more, your legs locked over his waist…. and that’s right when he squeezes the right part of your ass. a good firm grip, leaning back for you to take control of him.

“so he loves you, huh.”

you’re interrupted by a low raspy voice, you break away . . . and everything was so quick, a blink of an eye. you’re staring at gojo and his reaction was just as yours was slow. he stares, not at you—but from behind you where apparently a tall broad figure was.

a loud bang rang throughout the room, and gojo choked out a gasp. again, your reaction was slow. for a second, it was like time stopped. you watched in front of you as gojo clenches his heart, a faint breathy gasp for air before he falls backwards. it was the screeching ring of a shot.

you heard what sounded like cocking in the background and you immensely crawl off of gojo’s lap.

“s-satoru?” you stammer, not even believing your eyes—you were far too scared to look behind you, let alone look near your peripherals. gojo grunts, his eyes flickering and you then after seconds later, you end up turning around to see him.

toji.

“hey girl,” he nods, that familiar smug expression never leaving his face, “miss me? i let you have your fun for a while,” toji snickers, blowing the smoke out of the muzzle. as he walks towards you, his footsteps were awfully loud. you froze, glancing down at gojo who had a awfully pale color starting to quickly take over his skin.

words couldn’t leave your lips for whatever reason, it was as if you were mute—lip locked.

you felt numb, entirely so. gojo’d just said he loved you back, and now he looked almost lifeless.

“what do you think would be a better headline? ‘famous popstar found unresponsive at the scene!’ or uh.. ‘popstar 'satoru gojo' gets into a fight with his assistant’s boyfriend and things get a little…messy’.”

“we aren’t even together anymore. fuck you, toji.” you spat, fat incoming tears blinding your vision practically.

“you did that a long time ago, sweetheart,” toji purrs, you could hear the enjoyment in his voice. “and technically, we never broke up,” he corrects you with a shrug. “oh boo hoo, enough with the tears. should be thanking me, really. no one can love you like i can. told ya i’d come back for you,” and then he chuckles behind your ear, a rough hand going on your shoulder. “now let’s go home, princess.”

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THINK I FORGOT, HOW TO BE HAPPY.

⤷ what was I made for? | something i’m made for

જ⁀➴ synopsis: after hanging out with Suguru's friends, you head home and can't wait to bury it down like you always do. But when your boyfriend insists on knowing what upset you, the night takes a turn for the worst.

જ⁀➴ word count: 2,8k

જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, hurt/no comofrt, angst, fights, suguru is a little mean and says mean shit but reader isn’t any better.

જ⁀➴ note: sorry for the long wait, i'm struggling to work on many things at once. but a huge thank you for showing the first part so much love! it was truly unexpected.

ʚ⁺˖ ⤷ tag list: @error404-tryagain @fiannee @anarosextodo @ayeputita (couldn't tag everyone for some reason, my bad!)

⤷ comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

Suguru remembers when he first fell in love with you, how his face felt warm when you wrapped your arms around him and told him to have a safe trip, the little bag of goodies you had prepared for him sitting atop of his suitcase. He remembers pulling you into a deep kiss in the middle of a crowded airport, and he wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, has never been—but something about you caring for him, preparing food for his flight and showing up as he was about to board made his heart leap out of his chest.

Your first I love you to each other was shared when you realized you couldn’t handle being away from each other for longer than a day. You move in together shortly after he returns from his travel.

You don’t remember when you started to feel out of place, but it makes its way up and towards the back of your head like a parasite—your emotions were always too much for anyone to handle. You recently had a breakdown over messing up at work, and you’ve never seen Suguru look more lost than when he tried to comfort you. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern, he looks defeated when you refuse to let him touch or hug you. You were a mess, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

When you do calm down and are finally able to breathe properly, your brain flashes you little moments from your breakdown like a flashback—almost as though to shame and embarrass you for the way you behaved, all while your perfect boyfriend looks defeated at your lack of cooperation. You’re not sure if it is true, you hope that it’s not—but you see Suguru sit at the edge of the bed and bury his face in his hands and he curses under his breath. He looks tired.

It’s because of me.

When Suguru notices that your breakdowns become less frequent, he is convinced that you are slowly working towards getting better, praises and showers you with compliments. This is the Suguru you always want to see, full of life and love and not the one you saw that night.

And so you decide that from now on, Suguru wasn’t made to see you at your lowest.

Dinner ends an hour later and you almost run out of the restaurant and towards the car. Suguru is quick to join you, and from the corner of your eyes, you see Gojo standing near his car and his eyes are staring into your soul. You were grateful that he didn’t tell your boyfriend about the bathroom incident. You confided in the male at such a vulnerable moment and you would’ve been pretty upset if he went against your wishes.

You’re as quiet as ever as Suguru starts the car and drives away. You’re mindful of the way you sit not to face Suguru, and decide on letting him pick the songs to play on the way back. And your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re avoiding him like the plague, after all this wasn’t the first time you were eerily quiet on the way back home. But you were wrong.

Suguru watches you as you walk inside your shared apartment and remove your shoes. You’re not wearing any specific expression indicating that you might be upset. After all, you did have a habit of frowning as a resting face. But it feels different as you quietly greet your cat with a head pat, choosing to head to the kitchen first since you knew Suguru would go to the bathroom for a quick shower.

You were avoiding him.

“Did I do something?” Your boyfriend watches as you halt your movements, the glass of water in your hand long forgotten as you stare at him wide eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Huh?”

“You’re avoiding me, did something happen?” Suguru tries to remember the night you spent outside. He has no clear memory of saying or doing something that you might’ve tipped you over the edge, so what was wrong? You were never this quiet.

“I’m fine, Sugu. You didn’t do anything.” The smile you flash him does anything but reassure him. You ignore the frown that sits on his face and you turn around, your back facing him as you try to busy yourself with something—anything, but facing the man you called your boyfriend.

“Then why are you acting so distant?” So he was able to pick up on it. You hoped that he wouldn’t be able to, maybe breaking up with him would be much easier that way. You are quiet as ever as you turn around and walk toward the fridge.

You were distant because Suguru wasn’t supposed to see you like this, he wasn’t supposed to know how much of an insecure mess you were when he was around, how you were desperately trying to get him to fall out of love. You can barely say I love you to him without feeling guilty about it. Did you truly deserve his love? It felt like he was wasting his time on someone as miserable as you.

“I am not distant, just tired.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were tired. You wanted to sleep so badly, wanted to drown the lingering thoughts of never feeling enough as Suguru’s girlfriend, but feeling whole and complete when you are yourself outside of your relationship. This was a you problem, and dragging Suguru down with you felt a little unfair.

“You were crying in the restaurant.” Your heart stills at this. “But you lied and said you were fine.”

“Did Satoru—“

“Satoru doesn’t know you better than I do.” His tone is sharp, and you’re taken aback by the harsh way he chooses to address you. Was this about to escalate into something else? You didn’t want it to, you didn’t have the energy to fight back and tell him to choose his tone carefully. You might’ve been the easy-going, kind girlfriend—but you weren’t going to tolerate disrespect from his part.

“You’re right, he doesn’t.” You sound almost defeated, and you put your glass in the sink before wiping your hands on the towel. Suguru stands near the kitchen island, and watches you with cat-like eyes. You were barely looking his way, the dark circles under your eyes prominent despite your effort at covering them up with make-up. When did Suguru start paying less attention to you? Or did you simply never allow him to see you like this, vulnerable and exhausted. His heart aches in his chest.

“So you won’t tell me?” You’re about to walk away when he decides to speak, and you heave out a long sigh when you realize that the night was taking a turn for the worst.

“Tell you what?” You mumble under your breath, and you refuse to meet Suguru’s cold eyes. You can feel them on your skin, they’re intense and trying to read you like a book. Perhaps if you don’t look his way, his stare would feel less intimidating.

“Would you please just stop?” Suguru rests his elbows on his the surface of the kitchen island, burying his face in his hands. “I’m really trying to figure out what’s wrong, and you’re not helping.”

“Maybe because I don’t want to tell you what’s wrong.” Your response comes out almost immediately, and the frustration you’ve been suppressing all night suddenly resurfaces. Months of trying to play it cool, sweeping your insecurities under the rug and hoping that a kiss from Suguru would fix all of your problems, it was all piling up into this huge bubble. And the more persistent your boyfriend was, the harder it was to stay quiet.

“What do you mean you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong?” Suguru’s voice is a little bit louder, and he’s almost in disbelief at your words. You were dating, you slept on the same bed, ate on the same table and cuddled on the same couch. You weren’t a girl he started dating last month, or a person he was testing out the waters with—you weren’t even a potential lifetime partner, but he was almost certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

“Because it’s useless to whine to you about shit you don’t need to know. My problems are mine, you don’t have to fix me.” You feel yourself shake a little the more you speak, your heart is beating fast at the realization that this was a conflict—you were creating a conflict and it felt suffocating.

“Fix you—who said I have to fix you?”

“Right, no one did—Suguru, just drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But I do.” His tone is sharp, and his hands are curled up in fists. His eyes are staring you down the same way he looks at strangers—threatening, cold and mean. You find yourself tearing up and it makes you feel stupid. You started this, you’re the one who doesn’t feel enough in the relationship—you’re the one being mean, and yet a single look from Suguru has you almost bursting into tears? Pathetic. You felt pathetic and weak, and the longer your boyfriend stared at you, the harder it was to maintain a normal breathing pattern.

“Suguru, I don’t want to talk about it.” You try again, and you hope that your voice doesn’t betray and breaks. Tonight has been exhausting enough, and the thought of having to speak up what has been on your mind for months now makes your chest feel incredibly tight.

“You’re being selfish.”

Selfish? You were being selfish?

You stare at Suguru in disbelief and he immediately realizes how badly he must’ve fucked up because the tears start falling down your cheeks almost instantly. You, who has been pushing her feelings to the side for the sake of his happiness, were selfish? You, who can’t even remember the last time you were truly happy about something, were selfish? This is bullshit.

“I’m selfish?” Your chin quivers pathetically, and Suguru is quick to reach a hand towards you to hold you, but you flinch away from his hold, arms wrapped you to give yourself the comfort Suguru wanted to give you.

“I am selfish, me?!” Your voice is getting louder, but you didn’t care. All the frustration, all the sadness and insecurities were all coming up to the surface because of one single comment.

“Baby, I didn’t—“

“Don’t call me that, don’t you fucking dare touch me!” You move away when he attempts to hold you. “I’m selfish because I don’t wanna tell my perfect boyfriend with his perfect personality about my shitty problems. That’s just fucking great, isn’t it?”

The last time Suguru saw you like this was months ago and he doesn’t even realize it until now. All those times where you would brush off something that would normally set you off, give him a tight lipped smile and tell him not to worry.

“Your problems aren’t shitty, you don’t even want to talk about them!”

“Because every time I tried, it felt like I was robbing you of your fucking happiness, Suguru!” Your voice is loud. “Every time I realized that my mood was ruined, I could only think of how you must be fed up with me.”

“But I’m not? I never even said that I was fed up!” Suguru’s body language completely changes, and suddenly he’s not even trying to comfort you. More so understand where all of this was coming from.

“Your face says it all and fuck--” You groan into your face, your cheeks flushed from frustration.

“Oh so now it’s my face?” You raise your head to stare at him. “One moment you’re saying it’s how I behave, but now it’s all in my face?”

“You’re missing the whole point, Suguru—“

“No, I’m not missing anything! You are the one who created this situation, you’re the one who decided to pull away!” Each word feels like a knife being stabbed into your heart. You stare at the man who usually gives you warm, sweet smiles and all of that is replaced with a cold angry look.

“Suguru—“

“Selfish. Yeah, actually I don’t take it back. You are selfish,”

“Stop.” your lips quivers.

“Because if you actually wanted this to work out, you would tell me what’s wrong instead of finding excuses.”

“You’re being mean, Sugu.”

Your boyfriend groans out of frustration and leans against the kitchen counter. You stand still next to the fridge, tears streaming down your face. You try to stop and wipe them away, but it feels as though you really needed this more than anything.

“I want to take a break.” You say quietly and Suguru’s head snaps up almost immediately.

“What?”

“I want to take a break from this—from you, I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

Instead of giving you a proper reply, Suguru storms out of the kitchen and grabs his jacket and car keys and is out of the house in less than a minute. You are frozen in your spot as you let the words you just uttered out loud sink in, and there’s a sense of guilt. You are pulling away from your relationship, you’re willingly taking a break and not looking back, but does it matter anymore?

This was by far your biggest fight with your boyfriend, and the way he stormed out at the mention of taking a break makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. But not anymore.

You can’t even remember the last time you were happy, and for it to go on for so long was so draining and tiring. You could barely recognize yourself anymore. Your feet take you towards your shared bedroom with Suguru and you start packing some of your stuff. Whether he agrees to the break or not is not important, because you were doing this for yourself. And if Suguru truly cared about you, he would let you do what is best for you.

Suguru didn’t know where he was going, he just wanted to get away from you and as soon as possible. The roads are empty, and he isn’t driving recklessly. In fact, he’s probably driving so slowly that it would look suspicious to anyone on the outside.

He parks the car on the side of the road and rests his forehead on the steering wheel. When did it turn into this? When did he become so absorbed in his personal life that he stopped including you or care for you? Suguru doesn’t want to blame himself, but it’s a little difficult. He thought he was living this picture perfect life with you, under one roof with a single pet and future plans ahead of you. But to fuck up this badly and call you selfish simply because you were struggling on your own was horrible.

And to make things worse, he stormed out of the house and left you there all alone. He groans into his hands.

“Fuck.” He wants to fix this. He doesn’t want a break, he doesn’t think that it’s necessary. But you looked serious about it, maybe he could talk you out of it.

He grabs his phone and dials your number, and when it takes a while for you to pick up he just knows that you must’ve been contemplating whether or not you wanted to take the call. Eventually, you do answer.

“I’m sorry,” the line on your side is quiet, so he continues. “I fucked up, I don’t think I should’ve said what I said and—“

“It’s not your fault.” Your nose is stuffed, but Suguru can tell from the tone of your voice that you were tired. “But I need some space, Suguru.”

Some space… So you were considering the break.

“We can work it out, we don’t have to take a break or anything, we can go on a date tomorrow morning and—“

“I called a cab, I’m going back to my place.” You cut him off, and Suguru hears you lock the door to his apartment. “I’m doing this for myself and for us,” Suguru closes his eyes when he realizes that there was truly no hope in talking you out of it.

“Okay… can I still text you?”

“No,” you reply quietly. “I don’t wanna think about you for a while.” He tries not to feel hurt but it’s difficult.

“I understand.” The line goes quiet for a while, and Suguru hears a few sniffles from your side and sighs.

“We’ll be okay, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You wipe a few tears. “I have to go now.”

“I love you.” Suguru waits for a response, and when you take too long to answer, his chest tightens a little.

“Take care, Sugu.”

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kamiversee · 24 days

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˗ˏˋ My Love Note ´ˎ˗

8 | for you to say

❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.

❧ Content | language, fluff, tension, lesbo vibes (heh), etc.

❧ Word Count | 5k

❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.

| Chapters mlist |

——Here’s the thing, you can go a decently long time without even laying a finger on Choso. Yet when it comes to the man in question touching you or feeling the need to, things are quite different.

Speaking of different, everything is different after that night you spent with Choso.

For starters, you do everything in your power to avoid Gojo at all costs. It’s not that you didn’t want to see the guy or anything but, every time you ran into him, his hands would be all over you and he’s such an attentive man that when your body is covered with hickeys your best friend left on you– it’s hard to manage properly without being caught and questioned.

As such, things become a bit of a battle between who gets your attention more. At home, you’d run into Choso and he was all over you within seconds, snaking his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s the only thing keeping him sane, and planting these needy little kisses against your skin.

Then there was Gojo who was basically the same except you had to deal with him whenever you were out. You couldn’t really avoid him on campus because he seemed to be everywhere and whenever he saw you, he’d drag you off to the nearest secluded place, and then his lips were on yours before you even realized. And with Gojo, it’s hard because it almost feels right to kiss and make out with him.

Gojo is truly indescribable for you. Being around him just gives you this entirely different feeling in your chest in comparison to other people you’ve been around. And although deep down you kinda disliked how whenever you were around him things started to always lead to the same thing– his lips on yours, his hands exploring your body, etc… you can’t say you hated it.

It was rather excessive though. Whether it be in that cafe storage room, his car, his apartment, your place (when Choso wasn’t home), or anywhere else, things with Gojo always resulted in him touching and kissing you.

Then, the thing with Choso is that it all felt so wrong in contrast to things feeling ‘right’ with Gojo– and in the weirdest way, it was like a good kinda wrong. You didn’t hate his touches or his kisses either but it made your body burn with guilt. Even so, it’s not like you ever pushed either of the men off of you.

And on top of that, only Choso was aware of the fact that you were basically switching back and forth between him and Gojo but, he didn’t seem to care.

Sure, he said slick shit like, “Think he would be mad if he knew you let me do this?” while having you pinned to the living room couch, grinding his semi-hard cock down against you instead of finishing the movie you two were supposed to be watching but, what can you say? Choso has a weird way of seducing you.

It’s all in the way he teases and taunts you, the way he’ll piss you off just to ‘make up’ for it with a sensual hug and an ‘apologetic’ kiss– all of which always leads to something more. Never sex though.

You took that one morning with Gojo as a warning. Perhaps the universe had been trying to tell you something at the time and whatever it was, you weren’t going to ignore that sign and go and sleep with Choso again. Yeah, you and Choso make out and you let him dry hump you every now and then but you always find some sort of excuse to make him stop (or just tell him to stop and he does).

Choso doesn’t question it either. It’s like he was satisfied with the fact that he could even get you to the point where you had to tell him you couldn’t sleep with him. He seemed content with his privilege of kissing you alone, knowing that every time you go out to hang with Gojo, you’re probably still thinking of him since it all makes you feel guilty.

It’s a bit fucked up, sure, but Choso doesn’t care one bit. Whatever the two of you had going on, he liked it and didn’t want it to end. You could go out and do the same with anyone else but it didn’t matter, Choso knows you’ll still come home to him at the end of the day.

A real problem only came about when the relationship between you and Gojo finally progressed.

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October had rolled around and whatever you had going on between the two guys was still happening. Somedays you let Choso be all over you and other days you let Gojo be the lucky guy. Then there were days where you just didn’t want either of them all over you but still, you were switching from guy to guy and you couldn’t really escape that fact.

Now, the month of October is a particularly important month to this story because that’s the month when you finally decide to start putting your foot down with Choso. No, you didn’t completely stop letting him flirt with you and touch on you but things would only go so far.

To put things in perspective, you hadn’t had sex since that night with Choso. It was almost like you couldn’t. You had opportunities to do so with either of the guys at any point but with Gojo, there was always a hickey on you that you didn’t want him to see, and with Choso, you didn’t want your guilt of it all to consume you even more than it already was.

You juggled all this rather well up until the end of that fall month, or, more specifically, up until the day before Halloween.

It was yet another Friday afternoon and you and Gojo were currently seated inside that lovely cafe he works at. The establishment was rather lively but Gojo was taking his break and in doing so, he decided to sit with you while you study on your laptop for some test you have.

There wasn’t much talking between the two of you at the moment but neither of you minded the lack of speech, it was comforting to simply be in one another’s presence. Given that, Gojo was pretty occupied on his phone since the last time he’d said something to you, tapping away at his screen just as you were on your laptop up until he glanced up at you with that little glint in his eyes.

You barely get the chance to acknowledge his gaze on you before his mouth was opening, “Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” Gojo questions as he clicks his phone off and places it down, leaning in a bit to really gain your attention.

You’re slow to lift your eyes from your laptop and to his face but when you’re finally looking at him, he smiles at you. “Uhm, I don’t think so, no. Why? You wanna do something?” You reply and quiz in return before sitting back in your seat.

The sudden conversation was a perfect distraction from the draining schoolwork in front of you so you were silently thanking Gojo for talking again, even though his rambling does get on your nerves from time to time. “Yeah, actually. There’s this party tomorrow, wanna go with me?” He offers.

Brows lifting in curiosity, you reach for your nearby latte and question the man further, “Isn’t tomorrow Halloween?”

“It is,” Gojo nods as he moves to rest his cheek against his knuckles.

You’re quick to put two and two together, “So, is it a Halloween party?”

“Yeah, a costume party,” A smile spreads across his face and you can tell he’s clearly excited about this.

“Ohh, sounds fun!” You exclaim. Gojo watches the way your eyes light up whilst you begin to ramble on a bit from there, “I can’t really remember the last time I went to a party buuut dressing up and dancing for a few hours with you doesn’t sound so bad.”

Almost in awe, his smile deepens and those dimples of his begin to present themself, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Mhm, what’re you gonna go as?”

“Not sure yet,” Gojo shrugs and his eyes fall on your lips wrapping around your straw as you take a sip of your drink, “I was gonna go shoppin’ tomorrow for somethin’.” He hums casually with little to no attempt to avert his gaze.

Nodding again, you swallow your small sip and swipe your tongue across your lips, “The chances of you finding anything good on Halloween night is really slim, y’know that right?”

He can’t help but smirk before lifting his gaze to your eyes, “Nahh, I have my ways.”

“Uhuh…” You muse skeptically, “Well, I don’t know if I’ll be able to find anything decent so-”

“We can go costume shopping together, silly girl.” He interrupts.

A smirk plays against your lips, “Y’know Satoru, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a thing for spoiling me…”

Gojo is quick to laugh at that, “Huuuh?” He breathes out dramatically, “What on earth makes you say that?”

“When you invited me to that gala, you offered to buy me something to wear then too,” You remind him, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly as you both smile at one another.

“Okay, perhaps I like buyin’ you things,” As he says that, he goes to elaborate a little more– explaining how he likes seeing the way a woman’s eyes light up whenever they’re given the opportunity to having things purchased for them. And when it comes to you specifically, Gojo is more than happy to buy you anything you could ever think of.

You steadily move to shut your laptop and focus yourself on the small talk with Gojo, happily listening to him go on about how much he’d love to watch you try on different outfits for him.

As the conversation carries on, you soon begin to think back to the start of the talk– the Halloween party. “Okay so, who’s party even is this?” You ask once the laughter from whatever Gojo’s last silly comment was dies down.

His brows raise a bit, “Uhhh, that’s a good question actually.”

You scoff, “You don’t even know who’s hosting the party you planned on attending?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal and glances away in thought, “Nono, I know whose party it is, I jus’ forgot her name.” Gojo explains, his eyes steadily landing on something somewhere behind you, “I think it was-”

“Hori!” Some voice shouts not too far behind where you and Gojo are seated, “Please, shut up about the guy for just one second.”

Naturally, given Gojo’s lack of finishing his statement and the way his eyes are locked on something behind you, your first instinct is to turn back to the source of the voice and person in question– Hori.

Once your eyes land on what he’d been looking at, you spot two women walking toward the rather long line at the register, your eyes quickly moving to study the faces of the two individuals.

Blonde hair is the first thing you notice, accompanied by the prettiest doe-brown eyes (second to Choso’s when he’s pleading for something from you) you think you’ve ever seen. You almost couldn’t take your eyes off the woman despite her looks being rather generic. Perhaps it was the amount of pink she was wearing or the picture-perfect smile plastered across her face but either way, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away just yet.

Next to her was a, noticeably short, woman with deep violet-shaded long hair, bangs, and a large unique scar running across her face. Now she was gorgeous. She had this pretty bow accessorizing the back of her hair, was noticeably stylish, and-, well, despite the frown on her face, she was quite the sight for sore eyes.

Your heart practically thumps out of your chest when you and her meet eyes from across the cafe for a mere moment.

“Utahime please, jus’ hear me out for a second longerrr,” The blonde exclaims in an attempt to gain her friend’s attention once more, “He hasn’t texted me back in like, three days but-, I’m telling you he’s interested in me!”

The darker-haired woman, who you now mentally note as Utahime, shakes her head in disapproval, “Guys are really simple, y’know. If he hasn’t texted you in three days, he’s probably not as interested in you as you think he is.”

“But he is,” Hori whines, “I was even with him the other day trying to get him to come to my party, and he-”

“That’s her,” Gojo suddenly says to you, breaking you away from your eavesdropping and earning a turn of your head. The rest of that bubbly blonde’s sentence goes unheard as your attention is set back on the man in front of you.

You blink, “Which one?”

Gojo’s expression seems dimmer than it was moments before, “The loud blonde one, Hori,” He explains with a nod of his chin toward her.

“Oh,” You hum in response.

Something about that name seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it just yet. Hori. Where had you heard that name before? It feels like you should know who she is but you’ve never even seen the girl ‘til now so-

All at once, it hits you. Hori, the name of the woman who’d texted Choso that one morning. She’s the same person you think Choso’s been hanging out with a couple of times lately.

You spend a moment longer thinking about her and how small of a world you seem to live in with the way everyone’s connected up until the sound of your name slips from someone’s lips. Blinking out of your thoughts, you’re quick to glance back yet again and listen in on the person who’d just uttered your name.

“That’s her name right? That one girl he’s always walking around with??” Hori asks Utahime blindly, having not noticed you sitting not that far away from where they’re standing in line.

Utahime groans, “Could you be any louder,” She huffs before nudging her ignorant friend on the arm.

Hori blinks, “Wha-” She’s cut off by Utahime nodding her head in your direction, “Ohhh!”

“Idiot,” Utahime sighs and then glances at you, meeting your gaze for yet a second time and making you swallow thickly.

Her stare is unwavering, as if making eye contact with you doesn’t bother her in the slightest. Meanwhile, you’re quick to revert your eyes back to Gojo and whatever he’s saying to you.

Despite your eyes on him, your ears can’t help but twitch as you continue listening in on the conversation taking place between Hori and Utahime, “Damnit, she’s even prettier than I thought she was,” Hori mumbles to herself.

Utahime shrugs, “Bit of an understatement but, alright.”

Looking to her friend, Hori tilts her head, “Huh? What do you mean ‘understatement’?”

“I mean,” Utahime clicks her tongue, “She’s kinda h-”

“Oh my God, wait, is that Gojo with her?!” Hori interrupts rather loudly as her feet move seconds later and she begins to approach the two of you.

Left alone, Utahime groans while she keeps her place in line and watches her friend skip over to you and Gojo.

“Gojo! Hi!” Hori greets as she stands to your right and Gojo’s left, smiling brightly at the man.

You move to quietly sip on your latte as your eyes travel back and forth between the two– noticing that the normal sparkle in Gojo’s eyes is gone completely.

“Hey,” He hums, his voice filled with a clear disinterest in wherever the conversation was going.

Hori is so clearly oblivious to his soured mood due to her presence because her smile only widens, “You never answered my text,” She says casually before tilting her head, “Are you coming to my party tomorrow or not?”

“Uh,” Gojo breathes out, glancing at you, “That depends.”

The woman raises a brow and slowly follows his gaze to you, making you stiffen as all the attention lands on you. You gulp, “D-Depends on what?” You ask, confused as to why he’s staring at you like he needs your permission or something.

He doesn’t move his eyes from yours for even a second, “Are you gonna come with me?”

You never really answered him earlier, although it was implied so, you just shrug, “I dunno,” Your eyes flicker over to Hori, “Am I invited?”

Hori just stares at you for a moment, her eyes all over your face and the way you’re staring up at her. You can’t really tell what she’s thinking since she has this airhead look on her face so your brows furrow after a moment of no response.

To which you lean a bit closer and blink a few times, making her snap out of her little daze, “Y-Yeah, of course! Anyone can come-, sorry. I just-,” She smiles and looks down for a moment, “You’re really pretty.”

Your heart warms in your chest at the sudden compliment and you’re quick to return a smile, “Aw, thank you.”

She lifts her gaze from the floor and then brings her hand up a bit to fidget with her nails, “No problem. And uh, are you friends with Choso Kamo?”

You arch a brow at the mention of your best friend, “Yeah, why?”

“Well… I was actually wondering if you could uhh..” She trails off as if she’s nervous to ask her question.

“She wants you to convince Choso to come to her party,” The sound of Utahime’s voice startles you a bit and your eyes are quick to snap over to the woman who now has two drinks in her hand. Even up close, it’s like she only got more attractive, a waft of her floral perfume simmering into your nose as she stands beside her friend, “You’re the one he’s always with, right?” Utahime asks you.

All you can do is hum, “Mhm..”

She openly allows her eyes to trail up and down your seated figure, “I can see why he won’t shut up about you.”

Alarms go off in your head at the sound of that and your brows twist up, your lips parting to say something, only to be cut off by Hori turning to her friend, “Wait what? You talk to him?!”

Utahime shrugs like it’s no big deal and hands the blonde one of the drinks in her hand, “Uhuh, I have like three classes with the guy.”

Dropping her jaw dramatically, Hori gasps, “You never told me that.”

“You never asked,” Utahime chuckles.

“But-”

“Anyway though,” Dark brown eyes focus on you once again and Utahime grins kindly, “Think you can do her a favor and convince him to come?”

You smile, “Mind if I ask why?”

Utahime sighs and her explanation sounds almost as if she were pleading with you, “Cause’ this girl won’t shut up about him ‘nd I’m so tired of hearing her complain.”

At that, you chuckle. In the strangest way, she and Hori remind you of you and Choso. “Then yeah, I’ll try. But, fair warning, he doesn’t like listening to me so…”

She shrugs, “Trying is good enough for me, thanks.”

You nod and the two of you hold eye contact for a moment longer than normal, to which Gojo clears his throat obnoxiously and earns the attention of the three of you, “Ahem, if you two don’t mind,” He huffs, sizing Hori up and down and then glancing to Utahime, “We were in the middle of talking before you guys came over here.”

He’s so clearly bothered by their presence but his distaste toward them goes entirely over Hori’s head as she opens her mouth to say something to keep the conversation going.

Luckily for Gojo, Utahime hooks an arm around her friend and speaks before she gets the chance to, “Sorry for interrupting you two. We’ll see you guys tomorrow,” She dismisses, moving to drag Hori away from you guys.

Hori tries to pull away but it’s no use, “H-Hey! I still wanted to-”

“Read the room,” Utahime huffs as she drags her away and toward the exit of the cafe.

You laugh softly at their dynamic as you watch them walk off, your eyes lingering on the two for way longer than they should’ve been. Up until Gojo groaning catches your attention once more…

“She’s so fucking annoying,” He breathes out, folding his arms over the table and dropping his head down.

You turn your head to him, “Which one?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He mumbles, his voice muffled by his hoodie, “Hori.”

His antics make you giggle, “Then why’re you goin’ to her party?”

Gojo sighs, “”Cause, unfortunately, she throws the best parties.”

“Does she now?”

“Yeah, me ‘nd Suguru have been to a few.”

You nod, “Oh…”

Gojo shifts the way he has his head so that he can look up at you, “Mhm.”

Only his eyes are peeking out from his folded arms and he does nothing more than gaze at you for a while. At the angle he’s looking at you from, it reminds you of when he was in between your legs with his mouth latched to your cunt. Gojo’s so pretty it’s almost unfair. He just stares at you with those diamond-blue eyes of his, the little twinkle in his irises returning as he admires you.

You can’t help but smile after a minute or two, tilting your head and trying to ignore the way his unwavering gaze makes you self-conscious, “What?”

It’s slow but, Gojo lifts his head from his arms and raises a hand up to your face, taking your chin in between his thumb and index and pulling your face a bit closer to his. Then, his eyes slip down to your mouth and he slides his thumb up to trace the outline of your lower lip.

Your eyes wander elsewhere to see if anyone is paying attention to his sudden public display of affection– he doesn’t usually act like this when there’s people around so it was kinda strange for him to-

“I wanna kiss you,” Gojo voices out to you.

Your gaze is quick to return to him and you smile against his thumb, “Something stopping you?”

He lifts your chin slightly and then weighs his thumb on your lower lip, dragging it down and revealing your bottom row of teeth. “Yeah,” He whispers, “If I kiss you now I’ll only want more of you.”

Gojo lets his thumb slide off of your lip completely just to watch the way it falls back into place perfectly.

You then smile, “And what’s wrong with that?”

“I gotta get back to work in a few minutes,” He reminds you as he draws his hand away from your face entirely.

“Riiight-”

“Plus, you’ve been cockblocking me lately so uh,” Gojo shrugs before slumping back into his seat and lifting his arms up into the air to stretch.

You scoff, “I have not.”

He laughs, “You have. Jus’ last week when we were in my room, your excuse was that you had to get home to finish some paper…”

“It was due in an hour!” You exclaim, smiling at the man.

Gojo tilts his head, “Coulda’ finished it while I ate you out or something.”

You roll your eyes, “I wouldn’t have been able to focus, Satoru.”

“Yeah you would’ve,” He argues.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” You refute in return.

“I mean,” His shoulders lift into a casual shrug, “We can always test that theory tonight.”

Your voice falls flat, “No.”

Gojo tosses his head back and groans dramatically, “Seeee? Cockblocking me again.”

“You’re being dramatic, no I’m not.”

“Y’know what, you’re right,” He huffs.

“I know I’m right-”

“I can jus’ go find someone else to satisfy my needs.”

You choke, a cough escaping your throat as your words fall from your lips in a stammer, “W-What?”

Gojo raises a brow and looks at you, “You heard me. I’ll go find someone else to sleep with,” He repeats, biting back a smirk, “There are plenty of women I’ve been rejecting for you.”

Those words give you this weird feeling in your chest. You couldn’t help but feel some type of way at the mere thought of Gojo being with someone else. And yes, you are well aware of how hypocritical that is but, in that moment you couldn’t care less.

“I mean, hey, if you go sleep with someone else, I’ll jus’ go fuck Choso,” You blurt out faster than you had time to think.

Tension fills the air in an instant and you probably shouldn't have said that but by the time you realize, the words were already floating in the air and echoing in Gojo’s mind.

The male noticeably freezes, “What?” He asks as his face shifts to a scowl.

You swallow but try to stand your ground, “...I said what I said.”

It’s quiet for a second until Gojo laughs, clearly annoyed, “You won’t.” He hums lowly, eyes darkening as they settle on yours.

Matching his energy completely, you fold your arms, “Are you testing me?”

Gojo glares at you, “No, sweetheart. I dare you to.”

Your lips part to say the words ‘I already did’ but you’re thankfully cut off by someone chiming in.

“You could always sleep with me, sweet thing,” Shoko suddenly chimes in, attempting to lighten the mood and revealing the fact that she’s been listening in on your conversation.

Both you and Gojo look over at her and she smiles innocently at you, “No? Hah, alright then, my bad..”

With a sigh, you shake your head and then move to grab your laptop and bag on the nearby floor. Gojo returns his attention to you and your sudden movements. He eyes your facial expression down, noticing the pinch of your brows and the clear annoyance etched onto your face.

He can’t help but smirk at the realization you’d grown jealous of something he hadn’t even done yet. “You mad?” He hums almost provokingly.

You pause in your movements and send him a blank look, “No.”

Gojo tilts his head, “You look mad.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You groan, “I’m going to be if you keep saying stupid shit,” You huff as you swipe your bag up and slip your laptop inside, moving to stand to your feet and zip your bag closed.

Then, you’re quick to toss the bag over your shoulder and turn. Gojo stands when you do, quickly stepping to your side of the table and planting himself right in front of you before you even get the chance to walk away.

All you can do is sigh and look past him, “Move.”

“Why’re you upset?” Gojo asks.

“I’m not.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re a terrible liar, sweets. Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Slowly, your eyes trail up to his face, “Nothing.”

He puts this little pout on his face and leans closer to you, “I was just jokin’, y’know…” Then, Gojo reaches for one of your hands and brings it up to his face, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “I only want you.”

The combination of his soft-spoken words, the intimate eye contact, and his gestures make your heart throb.

“I’m serious,” Gojo continues, “I know we’re not dating or anything but, I’m not interested in anyone else aside from you. I only said that to mess with ya’.”

“Prove it,” Leaves your lips faster than a thought forms and it makes Gojo halt.

He blinks, “Prove it how?”

You shrug, “I dunno, jus’ prove it.”

At that, he lets out a little hum before dropping your hand. Then, he moves to place his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in close and leaning in to kiss you. Your lashes flutter shut as his lips soon press into yours.

Gojo’s lips are gentle against yours and you slowly realize this is his first time kissing you in public like this. Normally, he pulls you off to the side where barely anyone can see you two but right now he was kissing you in the middle of the cafe he works at like it was nothing.

His lips steadily detach from yours and his voice is quiet in a whisper, “I only want you,” Gojo repeats.

You can’t help but bat your lashes at the man for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his lips having been on yours in public. Oh, you felt like you could dissipate into thin air with the way that just made you feel.

Grinning, you shrug, “I’m sorry about what I said.”

Gojo shakes his head, “Don’t be, I was the one tryin’ to provoke you anyway.”

All at once, you’re reminded why your feelings for the man began to develop in the first place. Everything in the way he touches you, looks at you, understands where and when he’s wrong, every interaction, and literally his entire being gave you butterflies and throbs in your heart you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Gojo leans in to give you one more peck and when he pulls away, he smirks, “Plus, you wouldn’t do that anyway, right?”

You give him a dumbfounded look.

“…Sleep with him, I mean,” Gojo clarifies.

To which you clear your throat, “Oh… No, I’m uh, I’m not interested in Choso so…” You shrug, “And he’s an asshole who gets on my nerves.”

Those blue eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary and you almost feel like he’s studying you closely…

But, after a second he nods and pulls away from you.You really shouldn’t have ever mentioned sleeping with Choso, even if it were only to get back at what he said to you. It only led to you lying to him and that made your chest burn with guilt all over again. You hated lying like that but the truth would’ve only ruined whatever it is you had going for you thus far so… for now, you’ll avoid telling him about it.

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how to (properly) make tomato soup | gojo satoru

.. it’s three pm, you’re sick, and satoru takes it upon himself to take care of you (except there’s one problem: he does not possess any shred of culinary ability whatsoever).

content: 1.7k words, no explicit gender mention but pet names like angel and baby are used, gojo being silly while geto is absolutely done w his bullshit, reader has a migraine, mainly a self indulgent comfort/crack fic

when you feel the pounding in your ears again, tears start to form in your eyes. fuck, you just can’t help it.

you’re tired. so tired of the constant headaches–the migraines that plague your days and make staying awake completely unbearable.

the familiar ache settles in, but you can tell that this time, it’s much worse than usual. the nauseating pressure that can be described as thousands of needles pricking the back of your eyes, the blinding light in the room that’s assaulting your vision, the overwhelming sounds around you that are so intense to the point where you want to do nothing but cry.

so… that’s exactly what you do.

you succumb to the pain, letting out a choked sob that arguably just makes everything worse. tears slowly make their way down your cheeks, and you put your head in your hands to simultaneously muffle your cries and shield yourself from the light around you. you want to turn off the light. your head screams at you to turn off the light, but you’re so dizzy that you can barely even move.

“y/n?”

the first call of your name barely registers amidst the ringing in your ears. you hear it when your name is said a second time, though, and you feel yourself coming back to your surroundings.

he’s… here.

your boyfriend, satoru. yeah, he’s here.

head still buried in your hands, you carefully move one of your fingers to peek at him. he’s crouched down in front of you, a look of concern on his face. he’s saying something…

“where does it hurt, baby?” you’re still so stunned that you can’t find the strength in you to speak. so you close your eyes and point to the area where it hurts the most, sniffling. “is it okay if i massage that area, angel?”

throughout the midst of all your pain and tears, your heart manages to swell. it swells for satoru, because he’s here–he’s present, and he cares about you.

you manage out a small nod, eyes still shut. you let out a shaky breath—a breath that you just found out you were holding, since everything hurt so much that you forgot to breathe.

satoru massages your temples gently, even making an effort to softly wipe the tears off of your face. he feels your forehead with the back of his hand and frowns at your temperature. you’re starting to burn up. “s more than a headache, baby. i’m gonna take you to the bed, okay?”

this was going to be a long afternoon.

he carries you bridal style to your bedroom and gently places you on the mattress. he turns off the lights and draws the blinds shut, providing a welcome respite from the sensory assault just moments ago. you exhale a sigh of relief, slowly opening your eyes as you wipe the dried tears off your face. he climbs into the bed with you, and you instinctively cling to him for support as you wrap your arms around his neck. it hurts. everything hurts, but satoru’s presence makes it slightly more bearable. “my poor angel. have you been overworking yourself lately?”

you bury your face in his neck, finding comfort in being close to your boyfriend. he presses a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and it makes you want to cry again. “maybe. the headaches are getting worse.”

“you should take it easier on yourself. i can’t have you cryin’ like this. not on my watch,” he remarks, making sure to keep his voice low as not to overwhelm you. “y’know, if your migraines were a person, i’d make sure to hollow purple ‘em. no hesitation.”

a soft laugh escapes you, but you regret it almost immediately as it just intensifies the pain. he lets out an apology, but you just huff.

you close your eyes again, exhaustion taking over as your eyelids grow heavier. satoru slowly releases himself from your vice grip, much to your chagrin. you try and weakly protest, but he just shushes you gently. “just go to sleep, baby. i’ll be right back, okay? when was the last time you ate?”

“hm… i remember having a little bit of breakfast when i woke up-”

“alright.” he says, making a mental note that he should make food. “i’m going to go make you something, okay? i promise i’ll be back soon.”

“...don’t burn down the kitchen, please.”

“i can’t promise that, though.”

“you found the soup packet? okay, finally. now you just turn on the stove…”

satoru’s a little embarrassed to say that he doesn’t know how to cook.

growing up, he’s had practically everything served to him on a silver platter, so he never had to worry about making his own food. and frankly, despite your statement earlier being a joke, he is genuinely afraid to burn the house down. so, he has his best friend suguru on a video call right now, teaching him–gojo satoru, a twenty-eight-year-old man–how to make instant soup.

“the stove?”

“yeah…? don’t tell me you don’t know-”

“-no, no. i know how to turn the stove on. of course i do.” it feels like he’s trying to convince himself more than suguru. the camera shows satoru in his kitchen, sweating profusely and glaring at the stove like it’s his biggest enemy. satoru has fought countless curses in his life, has had near-death experiences multiple times, and even faced the king of curses himself, but he thinks that everything pales in comparison to this task. he tries to turn the knob, but it won’t budge. “what the hell?-“

“satoru-” it seems like the azure-eyed man doesn’t hear him as he keeps trying to turn on the stove (suguru swears he hears him muttering the phrase “with this treasure i summon”, but that’s not even his technique). he can’t help but facepalm for the hundredth time during the duration of this call. “satoru!”

he finally gets his attention, and satoru looks at his phone and sees geto with a look that screams “are you fucking kidding me?”—or really, just a look of utter disappointment. “you’re turning the stove the wrong way.”

“...”

he turns the knob the opposite way, and the burner sets ablaze instantly.

“oh, yeah… um, i definitely knew that.”

“satoru, how do you survive whenever you’re not on a mission?”

“sometimes i think about that too, really. i think it’s because y/n is the one who always cooks.”

“you think i can’t tell already?”

much to both of their surprise, satoru managed to make a pot of tomato soup. it only took him approximately forty-five minutes. satoru seems so proud of himself, meanwhile suguru looks so ready to block his number and never talk to him again.

he pours some of the soup into a bowl, and places it on a tray. he also takes a few painkillers from the medicine cabinet–along with a bottle of water. he thanks suguru for helping him, and is about to hang up but stops short when his best friend freezes. “wait, hold on. did you turn off the stove?”

and after making suguru swear on his life to never speak of this event to you and airing out the house to get rid of the smell of smoke, gojo satoru, “the strongest”, thinks he’s the first ever man to somehow burn a pot full of soup.

“it’s an impressive feat, really.” he claims.

suguru just says that he should never be allowed near a kitchen ever again, and satoru actually finds it in himself to silently agree.

an hour has passed, and he sets the tray on the nightstand, relieved that the past hour of his life is finally over, never wanting to do that ever again. you’re sleeping soundly on the bed, and he almost doesn’t have the heart to wake you up, but he knows that you have to eat something. he turns the nightlight on and gently taps you on the shoulder as you wake up with a stir. “toru? s’that you?”

“it’s me. can you wake up for me, baby? i promise you can sleep again after, but you need to eat.” when you slowly sit up from your sleeping position, he places the tray on your lap and softly coaxes you to eat. you take a spoonful of soup into your mouth, relishing in the flavor as you’re just now realizing how hungry you are.

“this is good,” you say, letting out a smile. the nap helped you come back to your senses a little, and you can finally breathe a little easy now that the pounding in your head has eased. “didn’t know you could make this.”

“yeah, well, you better savor it.” cause i’m never making that again.

when you finish the soup, you swallow a few painkillers while taking a greedy gulp of water from the bottle on the tray.

just in case the pain comes back, you think. though you really, really wish that it wouldn’t.

satoru sets the tray on the nightstand, and you settle back into the covers, wanting to just sleep the rest of the day away. satoru follows not long after, turning off the nightlight and letting out a yawn.

you bury your face in his neck once more, kissing him on the cheek. “thank you, for um—for all of this.”

“s nothing. just promise that you won’t overwork yourself again, okay?” he says, carefully caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“i’ll try not to.”

“hey, you can’t say just that. you have to say, ‘i promise not to overwork myself again, toru. i love you, and thank you for the tomato soup.’” he says while poorly imitating your voice, and you can’t help but laugh.

“okay, okay. i promise not to overwork myself again, love. i love you so, so much.” you say while peppering kisses all over his face, and he’s so glad that the lights are off so that you’re unable to see how his cheeks are beet red. “thank you for taking care of me… and for the soup. it was good.”

and as your eyelids begin to grow heavy once more, satoru thinks that his efforts aren’t in vain after all. because the sight of you, finding comfort in his presence, stirs a little bit of determination from within him. and maybe, just maybe, he’d take it upon himself to learn how to properly cook, not just (partially burnt) instant soup, but a real meal for the next time that you’re feeling like this.

and as he watches your chest rise up and down as you sleep, he can’t help but whisper, “yeah. next time, i’ll make you more than just soup. i’ll cook something special, just for you. ‘nd i won’t burn the pot again, either.”

because for you, satoru would do anything as long as he gets to see you happy. and part of that includes learning how to (properly) make tomato soup… and more.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru comfort #gojo comfort

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feelingdozy · 6 months

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Stay in Bed - Yuuta Okkotsu

Summary: you get home late from a mission and you slip into bed with Yuuta after a long day. When you get up in the middle of the night to use the washroom, he's wide awake- and as needy as ever

wc: 2,4k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), handjob, blowjob, facesitting, 69, little overstimulation, pussy eating, cum eating, smut and not much plot

Yuuta whines when the grip he has on your waist involuntarily loosens, your fingers prying them lazily off and attempting to crawl out of bed in the dark, only the shine of the moonlight peeking through the blinds to illuminate you and your surroundings. Close to you, your hearing quiet chants being muttered under the boys breath, asking you to get back into bed.

"I have to go pee, yuuta" you whisper-shout back at him, shooting down his requests of you to stay grounded beside him. You wobble as you make your way to the bathroom, trying to avoid hitting anything that might be on the floor you can't make out.

It was early in the morning, and having a somewhat-important mission assigned to you the day of only helped in punctuating the need for rest. You didn't want to do it and be out of energy- also the fact it was almost four in the morning. Your alarm was bound to go off soon, and you'd have to get up- you just didn't want it to be any earlier then it already was. Yet, Yuuta always managed to influence you otherwise.

After taking two minutes, you made your way safely back and fell back down on the plump mattress. His clingy hands quickly returned, now grazing your waste instead, positions swapped from when you first had gone to sleep. They gently caressed your tailbone, leading up to knead at the softness of your stomach as you groan at his actions.

"stoooop" you mumble in a sleepy tone. Ignoring you, he instead comes closer and nudges his head in between the crook of your neck. Feeling the new stream of breath graze your revealed skin, it gives you goosebumps that race along your arms. He places gentle kisses on your collarbone as he moves himself closer to be fully spooning you, making you warm, and feel safe while encaged in his grasp.

Your familiar scent envelopes his nose as he keeps close, sighing as he relaxes beside you. He'd never get tired of burying his face into you, smothering the spot he was targeting, with light kisses and taking in your familiarity and comfort. He was always so grateful.

"mm, you're so warm- do you really have to go on that mission today? I'm sure Gojo can get someone else to do it." He whispered in your ear quietly, insisting on you staying home for once in your career- to spend the whole day lying in bed, you all to himself.

"Yuuta- c'mon- you know i gotta go-" you say trying to shuffle out of his grip on your waist, coming out unsuccessful in the end for him to end up moving his body to be over you, giving you no chance of escape from your spot below. He was now pinning you to it, hands on both sides of your head- a mix of tiredness and the way the blankets on you had engulfed you in its comfiness, wasn't helping you come out of this with a victory.

"Do i have to convince you how nice it'll be if you stay?" Breath hitching at his teasing, you find it hard to not look away- turning your head whenever his eyes find yours above you, shying away at his eager stare. It helps to feed his little ego and put a sly grin on his face- one knowing that you'll do just about anything for him. He's had you wrapped around his finger, and so whenever he had you in such situations- there was no way you could resist nor deny the temptations of his touch on you.

A look so strong had you flushed, unable to think properly- your body started to heat up, and your mind started to wonder, betraying you and getting badly distracted. A hungry look still on you, he wasted no time.

His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt with ease, lifting it over your head, not even noticing that you were holding your breath at the mere sight of him so clouded by lust- his eyes only focused on you. His digits glided down your body, sensitivity making you arch the slightest into his gentle touches. Your body pleaded for more, small whines at his teasing slithering past the opening of your lips.

He had a craving for you that he needed to be satiated- he couldn't help himself. Seeing you gasp and writhe under his control had his mind going crazy with all the other outcomes he was foreseeing from such a dull, yet enticing moment between the two of you. He never got tired of the sight. He wanted more. He wanted to give you more.

He lowered his head to place his needy lips on yours, a deseperate, yet gentle kiss as he nibbled on your lip as approval to slip his tongue in, gaining the upper hand easily and exploring the cavern of your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours in a fit of saliva and desperation to have more. Not caring about how messy it was, your makeout session kept on, escalating to light moans at the way he started to get handsy and grope your revealed chest.

"Mmph- yuuta-" Was the only conceivable thing that could get through to him past the muffler that was your two pairs of lips on the other, too distracted by the way you tasted. Eventually, he broke away to pant for air- lips swollen and disappointed at the sudden loneliness, you were greeted instead by hands finding the waistband of your underwear, cold fingers slipping naughtily under, his eyes scanning your face for approval- only to find rapid nods urging him on.

They first grazed your clit making you buck into his hand, not giving you anymore attention there as he dipped lower and slid the tips of his finger across your slit to gather the slick that had accumulated from his buildup- it was his fault for making you this wet- and he loved it. He loved feeling the proof of his work, knowing you loved it just as much as he did- the touches, the kisses, his words. Everything he did could turn you on if done right- it just had to be Yuuta.

He lifted his hand out unexpectedly, making the band slap against you, feeling the sting and pouting at the disappearance of his warmth- until you saw him licking his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed, and little groans of enjoyment left his lips- a pleasured look on his face. "Always taste so good for me, pretty girl." He cooed, making you speechless.

You were left stunned at the sight, not knowing what to do- was it hot? Yes. It made your clit pulsate with need- eager for more of the friction it had gotten before- he was turning you on even more.

"Mm, Yuuta- need more, please-" He kissed your lips to shush you, obeying your pleas, and instead of creeping his hand in, took the underwear off you completely, leaving you now stripped bare- hissing at the sudden cold. He took his shirt off immediately after, not yet removing his pants- and you could see the hardening bulge apparent in his loose pair of sweats.

You were suddenly intrigued, wanting a taste of him just as much as he craved a taste of you. Suddenly, a good idea had presented itself in your mind.

"Yuuta- want to switch up the positions this time?" Voice stuttering a little with a wavering tone, a mix of embarrassment and hesitancy combined. His eyes suddenly lit up, sparking an expression he didn't usually make- one full of curiosity and eagerness. Leaving you no time to take your question back, he took your hand in his, squeezing and replying with a serious, "Yes".

The bed rustled underneath the two of you as you switched into position- you were sat on top of his face, your mouth over his cock, and his breath fanning over your folds. Your stomach ignited with excitement, but scared to make any moves- you didn't want to suffocate him, after all. Like he read your mind, he casually spoke out.

"If I need air, I'm a weak man- you won't hurt me, pretty- just take a seat, let me pleasure you." His hands tightly gripped your thighs that were kneeling beside his head, pulling you down. You yelped at the sudden feeling of his tongue intruding, trying to focus on his rock-hard cock in front of you so you didn't make a mess of his face all at once. The head was a heavy red- eager and wanting- and so you gave it what it needed, lowering your mouth and encasing it. The warmth of your mouth made his toes curl slightly and encouraged the need to thrust up. You sucked on the head lightly, getting a guttural groan from the man licking up and down your slit above you. You started to coat the rest of his dick in your spit by lowering your head down slowly, engulfing it and moving down until it was stuck deep in your throat, feeling it hit the back while you felt his tuff of hair indicating his torso was near, indicating you had done it.

"Holy fuck pretty- ha- so good for me- mm!" Breaking his personal promise, his hips lifted off the mattress, somehow pushing himself deeper down into you.

Holding back the urge to gag, you held it there before coming up for a breath, tears pricking at your eyes from the double stimulation. You felt his fingers poke at your hole, gathering your slick and putting a finger in while focusing kitten licks at your clit. He hadn't distracted you enough to keep you away from your torture- moving on to bobbing your head up and down.

You kept your pace simple and slow and first, hand wrapping around the base you hadn't covered. When you came up, you'd lick the precum oozing out of him, sucking gently on the head ever so often to have him buck his hips fervently, eliciting cute reactions that told you he was liking it. Teasing him some more, you sucked hickeys into his thighs while your hand stayed stroking him whenever he'd show signs of being close, steady and relentless. When you did, he'd only whine into your cunt at the loss, the vibrations making you unconsciously grind into his face, loving the way the plush of his tongue felt scraping against you- exploring you everywhere, savoring your taste.

Knowing what you were doing, he had started to get more vocal and more frustrated with time. Catching on easily, he'd play the same game- putting in another finger, you gasped at the intrusion, trying to pull away from his face as he sucked at your bundle of nerves. Moans from the both of you were spewing from your lips in tandem, muffled and drowned out by the sounds made from both ends.

The feeling pulled you off his cock, struggling to do anything but moan and chant his name- "Yuuta- fuck, stop- 'm gonna cum if you keep going-"

The curl of his fingers were bringing you to your high, and you wouldn't be the only one going down- you took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks to suck hard- sinking all the way to the base successfully. You increased your pace, bobbing up and down with haste, hand tightening around his uncovered girth faster then you had done the ministrations before. He, too, had sped up, his fingers thrusting into you making them way more noticeable and bothersome in terms of making you cum. You were insistent on making him break below you- but your legs were trembling, ready for him to break you.

Now you were both bucking into each other, on the edge of release. His tongue had switched from liking to sucking, eating you up- most-likely pussy drunk, he drank up every bit of slick that oozed out your hole and onto his face- coating his chin in a mix of his drool, and your juices. He paid it no mind- he was made to worship whatever you had to offer him, and this was the best part. He slurped you up, the obscene sounds feeling both your ears and the otherwise quiet room.

Enclosing his mouth on your clit, his harsh sucking with the curling of his fingers made your hips roll into him, grinding onto his face without a care in the world.

"Haahh- Yuuta, fuck! Cumming, cumming!"

"Me too pretty- me too- fuck! Don't stop-" Both moaning messes on the edge, you doubled down on your efforts- and so did he. Your grip on his dick was perfectly aggressive, bobbing up and down while your tongue explored the veins that lined his pretty cock, switching from that to sucking hard, focusing on the head. He deepened the thrusts of his fingers, your g-spot being hit every time he curled them, pairing it with the mind-blowing feeling of his lips enclosed on your clit, sucking it expertly- he knew you too well, back to front, and he was using it to his advantage- he knew how much you liked the feeling.

Nonetheless, you both came at the same, striking you in unison. His warm semen spilled deep into your throat, feeling it spurt ropes as it filled your mouth, not caring as you swallowed it down with pride, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. It twitched at the kitten licks you gave when making sure he got it all out- stopping once you had heard him aggressively panting. Keeping on until the pleasure started to sting, Yuuta cleaned you up by sticking his tongue in your overflowing entrance, overstimulating you while grabbing your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn't be able to get up while he was finishing his meal, making you squirm and plead for him to let up.

Finally letting his hold loosen, you were both coming down from your high, slow, and succumbing to the tiredness as the adrenaline was coming down. Your eyes threatened to shut, spooked back open by Yuuta's gentle hands lifting you fully off of him and comfortably onto the bed below you.

He kissed your forehead, smiling lazily at you- gaining the same look back as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him back in for another. Unable to resist his beautiful face, you relished in his beauty as you brought him back up to get a clear view and gaze into his breathtaking eyes.

"Yuuta- thank you. Love you."

Smothering you with kisses at the proclamation, he was giddy- quick to say it back.

"Love you too, pretty. Love my girl, forever."

Safe to say you called into work that morning- too tired, and a little sore- might've been from the couple more rounds you had after the first.

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satoruhour · 1 year

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omg I’d love to hear more about baby fever + gojo 🥹 just watching him match a babies babbles like he can actually understand them is killing me!!

a/n: omg stop anon this is so CUTE?? and ik i posted like three things today but posts will be slower this week since i still have work to do technically even if i have a school break ! / one sex joke lol

gojo always had a knack for caregiving — whether it was defending yuta against the higher-ups and advocating for yuji’s life (even if it had to be delayed) and making sure that one kid had gotten home safely after getting trapped in an abandoned home. but you realised you’ve never really seen your boyfriend around babies. it wasn’t a good idea in the first place, to mix babies and sorcerers — part of why nanami had waited so long before starting a family with his partner, or how utahime turned in her resignation for good after getting pregnant.

but now that you’re past terrible things in the world like sukuna and kenjaku and you both have properly buried your best friend’s body, you’re looking ahead to better things. you’re not too keen on kids, but you do sometimes spiral into what your kid with satoru would look like, probably taking the bulk of his features while some of yours are fighting to take first place. that sentiment is changed more and more when you see how gojo interacts with kids.

it’s when nanami first invites everyone to their (long overdue) baby shower, only wanting to introduce his partner and kid only a year after they’ve been safe. nanami is the happiest he’s ever been but so is gojo, dancing so foolishly in front of the kid to get her to like him that all she does is scrunch her face and hide back in her mother’s neck (“yeah, that’s nanami’s kid alright.”). soon, she’s let go to interact with the students, playing around with megumi’s dogs, running around the house from yuji and inumaki, doing silly battle poses with the girls. her laughter is like beauty to all the grown-ups in the room, something meant to be protected and cherished.

gojo tries to win her back, sitting on the floor so his height wouldn’t be too imposing and she almost runs into him. his infinity stops her and her head cocks to the side in confusion — she continues to run into gojo’s shield again and again, giggles at being constantly pushed back with a silly sound gojo makes with his mouth; it convinces her enough that she’s running into a bubble of some jelly.

it’s some time later where you’re mingling with nanami’s partner, talking to shoko and utahime while your boyfriend chats with nanami (weirdly normal, you note) about everything. but you’re broken out of conversation when you hear gojo quietly squeal to his junior who only sighs. it’s all a facade; you know he’s actually glad his daughter succumbs to gojo’s charms soon enough, letting him carry the small toddler who’s already oh so tired from the day. she melts into satoru’s arms, mumbling something incoherent that he replies just as incoherently and bounces.

satoru strokes her hair, speaking in a hushed tone now, something that rarely happens in your home and it convinces nanami just a little to make him her godfather. he’s still considering it.

the next time it happens is when he meets utahime’s baby boy for the first time, coming over to provide some gifts and to just see your old friends. it’s a little hilarious how the first two people to have children are the people who are not particularly fond of gojo but both nanami and utahime are surprisingly tame when it comes to the strongest handling their kid. she’s giving him her baby carefully with a clear threat behind her eyes but he knows not to fuck anything up. the baby is clueless enough to not know who he was even being handed to, babbling mindlessly while drool leaves his mouth.

“babba boo-boo,” it’s gibberish, but satoru matches it perfectly, making stupid sounds back at the baby that you can’t help but grin. “wahbaba boo!” gojo continues to coo and mumble insults with a pointed finger to hime, “your mom is too uptight, can you tell her to calm down a little?” which gets a little hey! from the retired sorcerer and the baby attempts to copy his pointing. “mambama!” utahime’s and her partner’s soft gasp is all you need to know that they haven’t heard their baby call any of them, yet.

the baby continues his babbles and blows a raspberry, face lighting up at the bubbles he manages to make with saliva and gojo just has to laugh at how easily entertained children are. you’re stood there, heart melting with the gentleness in which he treats kids, because once the little one is handed back to utahime and you’re saying your goodbyes, you can’t even look at your lover without feeling lightheaded.

“you’re good with kids, y’know.” you’re saying as you remove your coat while satoru toes off his shoes in your home, your shared space. it feels unreal.

gojo pfts, “of course, baby!” he does a cute pose with thumb pointing toward him, “i’m just that good at everything.”

you laugh, “’course you are…” pulling him down, you have to kiss him or else you’d be overflowing with all the love you have for him and it’ll spill everywhere. gojo eases you into the kiss, humming and sighing in contentment.

“i’m just wondering…” you mumble, a little nervous. you’ve never thought of kids that much even but you think it might be due time even if you didn’t have a ring on your finger. “if you ever thought of having a kid with me?”

satoru’s face softens and you can hear his smile, “of course i do, princess. every time.” his voice is soft when he says it and the way it flips your heart makes you dizzy. “but only when you’re ready. and only when i’ve put a big fat rock on your fourth, although if you’re interested in a shotgun…”

you have to shoot him the finger before you’re nodding to yourself just to remind that everything depends on you. even if it takes 5, 10 years, or even if you didn’t want any children at all, gojo is enamoured with you too much to let it be a dealbreaker.

“i want it… soon.” gojo laughs softly at that, taking you into his arms right at your doorstep and kisses you deeply once again. you brace yourself against his toned chest, clutching at his coat with tippy toes. in classic gojo satoru fashion, he has to pull away to make a dirty joke.

“i’m surprised that you aren’t knocked up already with how much i c—”

“gojo satoru. if you finish that sentence—!”

“—um in you…”

you pull a face, resorting to smacking him on the arm and he surrenders with loud laughter and an apology filled with pecks and kisses. standing at the doorway, you’d never think it would happen so soon.

two months later, satoru is getting down on one knee and asking you to marry him.

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Can I request Gojo x reader where she is busy doing paperwork and missions ( she is a special grade sorcerer) and Gojo wants her attention

whining — gojo satoru x f!reader

you had already finished all your missions for the day, and you finally have time for yourself. at least, that’s what you thought until yaga bestowed on you the paperwork that you had to fill after your recent missions.

with you being a special grade sorcerer like your husband, neither of you had a lot of free time and therefore couldn’t spend time together as much as you wanted.

unless, you get sent on a mission together which is rare, but it always fills gojo with happiness and he becomes so giddy whenever you’re paired up together.

it’s cute how head over heels he is for you, but it does have its disadvantage. like for example, right now, you were supposed to be doing said paperwork you were assigned. however, your husband came back early today which is good and honestly you would love to spend time together but oh well.

“WIFEY I AM HOME!” he bursts into your shared bedroom and finds you on your desk doing your paperwork. no matter what you do, his heart never fails to flutter to the point he can even giggle like a giddy school girl.

you chuckle softly and wave at him, “welcome back, satoru,” gojo, however, is not satisfied with just a wave and huffs his way to you.

“do I not get a welcome back kiss?” you can practically hear the pout in his voice, but you can’t give in to your husband’s antics right now. he hugs you from the back and you feel him bury his face into your shoulder.

“you will after I am done,” you tell him, but he shakes his head which makes you sigh, “‘toru, the earlier I am done with this, the earlier and more we can be together.”

“but I can just tell yaga to let someone else do your paperwork!”

“like?”

“ijich—“

“except ijichi.”

he deflates and starts whining, “he is my junior! he should help me!”

“‘toru, he isn’t obligated to,” you remind him; however, gojo isn’t giving up and starts placing small pecks on your shoulder.

“did I tell you how pretty you look today?” he has switched tactics, you notice. he is going to start sweet-talking you into leaving the paperwork and instead joining him on the bed for a much needed cuddle session.

it’s a tempting offer, but one of you had to be the responsible one and more often than not, it had to be you, “satoru, just go watch the tv and make sure to eat something ‘cause you’re probably hungry.”

“AWW WIFEY! YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!” he pulls back and screams fondly and you roll your eyes.

“of course I do, you’re my husband, silly.”

he, cutely unfortunately, latches onto you again and is basically spilling hearts from his eyes and radiating love, “hearing you say my husband makes me so happy.”

“well, my good and handsome husband will let his wife finish her paperwork so she can spend time with him later, right?” you say sweetly and even start scratching his scalp which is something he adores.

he hums softly and turns your chair so he can hug you properly. he buries his face in your stomach and you hear a small, “can I hug you like this for a moment then?”

you smile gently and continue running your fingers through his hair. a couple of moments pass and you speak up, voice barely above a whisper, “satoru, come on; I need to do the paperwork.”

you’re met with nothing and assume that the man actually fell asleep in that position. sighing, you softly call his name, “‘toru, if you’re going to sleep then sleep on the bed so your back doesn’t hurt.”

you shake him lightly and he raises his head to look you in the eye, “can you take my blindfold off?”

nodding, you gently take it off and you’re left staring at your husband’s eyes. the longing in them is so apparent that it makes your heart ache.

“okay, fine; I will go to bed,” he murmurs tiredly and stands up. you nod and turn back to your papers once you see that he is in bed.

you close the lights and only leave the lamp on your desk. time to prepare for long hours of boring and unbearable paperwork.

“HAHA GOTCHA!” you hear him say triumphantly and you are picked up rather effortlessly and thrown on the bed, somehow gently.

you groan from the impact, and when you tried to get up, he laid on top of you and squishing you in the process, “satoru!”

“cuddle now and do the paper work later!”

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someonesrealityshifting · 1 month

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I was about to go to sleep but I just need a minute because the last thing on my fyp was a video of my streamer dr s/o just doing a normal cosplay- except here the issue. He’s cosplayed Loki. And Remus. And Jack Frost. And hiccup. And fucking spiderman. So he’s my face claim for a lot of people in a lot of realities because goddammit I can’t look at him without giggling and kicking my feet like a fucking child and he’s so pretty. He’s so beautiful. He’s the most handsomest creature put on this planet or any other, for that matter. If he walked up to me tomorrow and said, “marry me. Never look at another man again.” I’d gojo the fuck out myself. Blindfold any time I leave the house, baby. I would bark. I don’t bark, okay? He’s literally the only person I would bark for in any reality. Not even a goth mommy or the sukuna bot I spent an hour arguing with the other day. But this man? Literally anything he wants. I would go bankrupt for this man. Dig my own grave, bury myself without eating the dirt. Don’t need my soul, you can have it. Oh, your heart went bad? Here, have mine. Yeah, it’s fine, I’m sure I don’t need it. Must have been all that gold in yours that made it stop working properly. And his smile?!? Holy fuck his smile. It’s crooked. I say this by way of explanation. His smile is crooked, and his canines are just the tiniest bit sharper than they ought to be. I would do anything for this man with no hesitation. Every time I see a video of him, esp the ones with his partner, I just get so so so happy, because one day, one day soon, I’m going to be the one in those videos. In another reality, sure. But I’ll be conscious. Any time I’m feeling down about shifting or unmotivated, I just look at him. I cannot wait to hug this man. I cannot wait to hold him and kiss him and tell him I love him. I’m gonna wake up in his arms one day. I’m going to live a thousand lives with him.

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black-lav2 · 10 months

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𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗚𝗢 | 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒

Summary: You just want your husband to let his stress out on you, properly.

Wc: 1235

Warnings: 18+, f! black reader, smut, chocking, cunnilingus, blowjob, praising, unprotected sex

Your tall, handsome and intelligent husband Nanami is always so loving and gentle with you.The way he talks to you, the way he touches you, even in bed, which you love but it seems like he is holding back. You know he gets very stressed at work from his stories of being buried in piles of paperwork, the back-to-back projects, and dealing with his associates Gojo and Geto.

In fact, you want him to let loose on you, take out his pent-up stress on you, manhandle you like you are one of his sex toys. And that’s exactly what you do. After an amazing dinner cooked by you, and relaxed on the couch with wine, that turned into something more, you two head to your bedroom.

When you two got to the bed he was his usual gentle self, peppering soft kisses down your body while peeling off your clothes one by one. As much as you love the gentle side of him you wanted to see his rough side tonight.

“You know you can be rough with me.” “What?” He asked, stopping his advance to make sure he heard what he heard. “Y-you can be rougher.” He stays quiet staring at you like you had two heads or something. “It’s just you always seem gentle, WHICH I LOVE!” you exclaim cupping his face in your hands. “But it seems like you are holding back.”

Nanami is a little shocked but nonetheless, you weren’t wrong. He was holding back but for your sack or so he thinks. “It’s just I don’t want to hurt,” he says. "You won’t, I trust you, I want you to let go, take your stress out on me,” you said.Nanami is again shocked. His cute little girlfriend is asking him to let loose and do whatever to you. How can he say no to your request?

“Say RED if you want to stop, ok?” Your eyes go wide for a second, happy that he agreed was going to go rougher. “Ok,” Nanami says more sternly, wanting a verbal answer. “Ok-“

Nanami kisses you hard but passionately. He slips his tongue through your lips and tangles it with yours, making you dizzy. He breaks from the kiss and goes straight for your neck sucking hard at your sweet spots, creating dark hickeys.

“Fuck Kento~” you moan as he starts kneading your plump breast. His thumb brushes over your hard nipples, wetness pooling at your core. Nanami kisses further down your body l, leaving hickeys along the way. He takes off your panoramic, practically ripping them, and puts your legs on his shoulders.

“Mmm already so wet, you really do want me to lose control don't you?” he questioned. You nodded your head while spreading your legs wider for him. A low growl rumbled out of Nanani, before burying his face in between your thighs.

A moan slips out your lips as Nanami darts his tongue in your wet pussy, swirling and rolling it against your walls. With him being rougher you were reaching your tipping point quicker. And you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Oh fuck~ Kento I’m going to~” he knows, he can tell. Your walls squeezing around his tongue, your thighs shaking around his head and your pretty moans getting louder, sounding like music to his ears. So he increases the speed of his tongue, making quicker circles around your clit, making you go over the edge. You scream, gripping the bed sheets cumming hard on Nanami’s face.

Nanami doesn’t hesitate to slurp up your juices until you ride out your orgasm. “Good girl,” he says, pulling away his face a mess with your juices stretched across his face. He licks the remnants off his lips as he gets up from the bed.

He takes his clothes off, revealing his muscular body to you in all its glory. Your eyes travel down, down his biceps, down his abs, down til they reached to his hard cock.

“Come here,” Nanami says, breaking you from your trance. He says so calmly but you know it’s an order. So you obey, getting and sitting at the edge of the bed, your eyes not leaving his dick.

You watched as Nanami gave it a couple of pumps, before he hooks a finger under your chin, directing your gaze at his face. His thumb grazes your cheek, looking down at you with a soft but blank look on his face.

His thumb grazes your bottom lips, dragging it down to your chin and opening your lips. “Suck it,” he says, again, in a soft but commanding tone. You obliged, and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

He slides into your mouth, and you bob your head slowly taking him going deeper and deeper. Nanami exasperates with a long groan, lolling his head back, loving the feeling of his dick sliding in and out your mouth so easily. He grips your hair bunching up your curls in hand thrusting his hip, fucking your throat. Your hands went to grip his thighs as tears were running down your cheeks, trying your best to fight off gags from him hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. He was close, only a few thrusts away from cuming, but not yet, wanting to save it for you.

“Fuck,” he groaned pulling your hair to slide out of your mouth. You coughed a little while licking your lips cleaning off the excess spit. You yelped as Nanami easily picked you up and threw you back in the middle of the bed, looming over you.

He leans down, kissing you rough but passionately to the point where it’s dizzying. He lines himself with your pussy but looks at you silently asking you for permission, like the gentleman he is. You nod your head and you moan as he thrusts into you.

He fucks you fast and you’re approaching your release quickly with your walls squeezing down on him so hard. His hand travels to your neck, gripping it softly, just enough to fuck you harder but he noticed that your walls are clenched tighter and your moans got louder just from the placement of his hand alone.

“You like that, fuck~, you like my hand around your neck while I fuck you,” he groans. “Yes yes god yes.” “Yeah~ what if I tighten it huh?” “Yes~” you cried out. He squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, and your jaw goes slack letting out strangled moans and whines. Your mind becomes hazy as Nanami keeps his grip around your neck and fucking you faster, making you reach your realest faster than usual.

Your eyes roll back as you cum hard on Nanami's dick. “Fuckk~” Nanami groans. Between seeing you going into a frenzy from him choking you and your slick coating his dick, Nanami wasn’t too far behind. He continues to fuck you until he cums inside you. He leans down kissing you, releasing his grip around your neck but still has his hand around it.

“Damn, didn’t know you were such a masochist,” he mumbled against your lips. “Mmm just a littlee,” you smirk, your voice being soft still in a daze. You hum in delight as he kisses down to your neck, his teeth grazing sometimes. You bite your lower lip in anticipation wondering if he is going to bite down or not. As if reading your mind he smirks against your neck asking you,

“How do you feel about biting?”

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #black!reader #nanami smut #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #nanami x black!reader #my husband #my man my man my man #my man fr #i love him #jujutsu nanami #nanami my beloved

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unknown-lab · 1 year

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A tired day from work – Gojo Satoru

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Gojo being a man-child, struggling to inhale, tired Gojo, short story

Series masterlist

"Y/N Y/N Y/N!!!" You hear your boyfriend's voice the moment he unlocked the door.

"What's wrong?" You quickly stand up. Before you could make your way to him, you were pushed back down on the couch by his body as he immediately threw himself at you.

"I was bullied in school again!" He was hugging you so tightly while burying his face into your neck. You felt like he had cut off your oxygen intake, struggling to breathe, you hit his back with your fist.

"Toru- can't- breathe-" He immediately removed his grip on you. Before you could scold him, he began throwing every single thing he went through in school. Sighing, you sat up properly, followed by him resting his head on your lap.

"Yaga scolded me for something I didn't do!"

"I was only trying to give that old folk some hints, it's not even a threat!"

"And Utahime threw green tea on my face when I'm just being friendly."

"The way Yuuji and Nobara helped Megumi clean his room was so funny ya know? But the thing is, they threw everything at me when Ijichi called them for a mission! How dare they do this to their beloved teacher?"

"Oh ya, do you know Megumi has a girlfriend? They kept saying she's cute, but she's just... meh. No one can be cuter than you, you're the cutest." He raised his head to give you a quick peck on the lips.

His voice got softer and slower. He accidentally fell asleep while complaining about his day to you. With a small smile, you gave him a peck on his cheek and proceeded to take a small nap too.

A/N: I wanna make short stories about daily life of JJK characters with y/n, whether platonic or romantically. But it'll be more towards romantic because I WANT THEM ALL. THERE'S NO WAY I'LL ONLY DATE ONE OF THEM. (Why choose when you can get all)

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kairoseas · 8 months

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Imagine... after The Shibuya Incident feat . the then currently dating itadori & fushiguro.....

"Are you okay?" Those words breaking down every last barrier thats holding Yuuji together as he feels cool hands on his face, caked with blood underneath the nails, rusty color painted across the palms and the other's school uniform, remnants of Megumi's own series of battles to make it back to Yuuji. Holding his face, Yuuji nods in silence, but his emotions are given away by the warmth flooding his eyes, through his cheeks, he's not even sure if he's crying now or not. Megumi would love to tell Yuuji exactly what had happened to him but ... he'd do it later, when he was in a better state of mind. "K, Kugisaki, N, Nanamin --" Yuuji stutters out with difficulty, his eyes beginning to spill over with warm, hot, large tears running down his face again. He thought he already cried all of this out before. "I couldn't do anything but ... stand there...!" Yuuji manages to choke as much out, sniffling a bit, the crisp October air slapping the tip of his nose pink. Fushiguro furrows his brows, before he tries to provide grounding pressure, holding his face, getting his attention, pushing hair out of his face, out of the wounds that have yet to clot properly. "I know you. You wouldn't have let it happen on purpose. ...It happened too fast, didn't it?" "But I did let it happen...! I stood there...! Doesn't that make me a bad person too?" Yuuji asks, with scars that Megumi takes inventory of in silence. Things to doctor and take care of soon before they risk any infection from all the debris and smoke from the fires. That was fine though, Megumi didn't mind playing the role of doctor. They've all proceeded to strain Shoko enough. "Of course not." Megumi immediately shuts down the idea, using his thumbs to brush his cheeks. "If there was nothing you could do, then it's not your fault. And you're not a bad person. If it were me, wouldn't you say the same thing?"

"Then... why do I feel so terrible? ...Why does it feel like I didn't do enough?" "... Sometimes when there's nothing we can do, we still feel responsible. " They say quietly, chillingly remembering when Sukuna had ripped out Yuuji's heart in front of his eyes, held the poor boy hostage, and then witnessing Yuuji die in front of them with such cruel parting words— " ... Even if nothing could be done... we still hold all of that guilt and shame with us. " "Is it always gonna hurt like this...?" "... It will always hurt, but the pain does lessen over time." Megumi admits, wiping his tears away with their thumbs— "Sometimes pain never really goes away, but we learn how to deal with the pain. We live with it, accept it, and continue on." "I ... I screwed up really bad this time ... " he heaves, pressing his palms to his eyes, burying his face in his palms in shame and disgust, hatred for himself that he buries in his skin. "People died cause of me ... ! I ... This isn't what it was supposed to be like ! " "Hey, listen to me." Megumi tries to pull his hands away from his face, "Look at me. It's impossible to save everyone." Megumi informs him, voice calm and firm, trying to remain even enough to convince Itadori of at least this much. "Even Gojo-sensei would agree with me. You can't protect everyone, you can't save everyone, you don't always know how to react in those situations, and that's okay. It makes you human, Yuuji. " Yuuji lets Megumi have his hands as he looks up at them , his face a little flushed with heat and emotion at once ... and he wants to argue but ... he can't . He knows Megumi's right in the end . " S ... Save everybody you can ... Even if it's just one person ... I couldn't do that... ! I killed thousands of people ... ! If I were dead... the world would be safer for everyone... !" "Are you sure want to say that while your face is in my hands? " Megumi pretends to threaten, squishing his face a little bit to get his attention— "Listen to me: you did not kill all those people. Sukuna killed them. If you were dead, where does that leave me? " their tone is more serious, their expression more emotional, more gentle than ever. "We may have a hard time admitting it and saying it out loud, but you and I both know that what we have is not a normal friendship."( I... I love you, Yuuji Itadori.) "If you were dead, the sun might as well be gone from my world. "

#imo they needed a conversation..... but ig they could have had it offscreen....... 🤔#itafushi #fushiita #jjk spoilers #kore's posts #to be fair this could continue ig with him chatting with choso..... but yknow..... i'd do it on request

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kenjakusbrainstem · 1 year

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Pain Reliever (Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru)

All of the content for season 2 we've been getting tied in with the recent manga chapters has made me want to write some good ole SatoSugu. And now that I'm back from vacation, it's like the words can actually flow from my fingers again. Hopefully this is enjoyable for everyone as it was enjoyable to write. Nothing is quite as inspiring as a massage after all~ <3 feel free to rb or comment if you enjoy or have any thoughts!

Dusk settled over the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High School, a quiet darkness sweeping over the campus. Fall meant that it was getting darker sooner, and that the students were getting in as much outdoor training as possible before it became too cold. The longer training was usually appreciated by the students, as they were allowed to do more practical training.

The peaceful silence enveloping the school was shattered by a sharp whine coming from one of the dorm rooms. If anyone had been in the hall listening, they would have heard the sound was followed by a muffled shushing and the thunk of a pillow smacking into the white haired teen sprawled out on the bed.

“You’re whining like a baby Satoru, it’s just a pulled muscle,” Geto said as he stood at the edge of Gojo’s bed. As annoyed as he sounded, Geto was amused by this. It wasn’t often that Gojo was put into a state of discomfort, so to see him react this way was a chance for Geto to tease him more. He would rather see Gojo not in pain, but to be this dramatic about a strained back muscle, Geto couldn’t help but laugh.

Instead of speaking, Gojo let another whine escape his throat, face buried in the pillow out of embarrassment. He was still getting used to using his Infinity as a shield, it had been the focus of his training today. After keeping it up all day he finally allowed it to slip at the same time Geto had swung a cursed tool he’d been practicing with right into his lower back.

It seemed the black haired teen had quite literally struck a nerve that Gojo wasn’t prepared for.

Geto did feel bad, but only a little. That was the point of training after all, Gojo’s injuries didn’t often last this long though.

Choosing to ignore his own bed, Geto sat down at the foot of Gojo’s bed. He rested his hand on Gojo’s lower back, unsure where exactly he had hit his friend. Hand lightly tracing the area through the fabric of his shirt, Geto wanted to find some way to soothe the pain he’d caused.

“Does this hurt?” Geto asked as he applied more pressure, prodding at different parts of Gojo’s back until he got a response. A small yelp made him stop, his hand resting right above the band of Gojo’s pants.

“It doesn’t hurt! Stop pressing it, you’ve already done enough,” Gojo pouted, moving his head just enough so one clear sentence could be heard before he buried his face again. Of course it hurt him, though the touch hadn’t hurt it more he just didn’t want to be bothered. He wasn’t used to the lasting discomfort of a pulled muscle or a pinched nerve and wasn’t properly equipped to deal with it.

Geto ignored Gojo’s complaints, figuring he had found the spot that was bothering the whiney teen next to him. Splaying his hand out over the fabric of Gojo’s shirt, he began lightly kneading into the skin. Perhaps he could make it up to Gojo by giving him a little massage? Maybe rubbing out the tension could be helpful.

A flush crossed Geto’s face, he was glad that Gojo was way too preoccupied to be paying attention to him. They had touched plenty of times, even sharing a kiss or two once the lights were out and one of them had moved into the other's bed. That wasn’t something they spoke about though, just something they did as friends.

Though Geto would be a fool if he didn’t admit the blossoming feelings for his friend that had seeded deep inside his chest. He had done a good job up until now to keep his feelings inside himself, but he couldn’t deny the main reason he wanted to massage Gojo was a selfish one. Instead of just making him feel better, Geto wanted to feel Gojo’s flesh for himself.

Turning his body to have more access to Gojo, Geto shakily brought his other hand up and he slowly started rubbing Gojo’s back in earnest.

Letting his thumbs do most of the work, Geto pressed small circles into the shirt separating their skin. The circular motions made Gojo almost freeze on the spot, his whining had stopped and he wasn’t wiggling about on the bed to find comfort anymore. Geto took that as a sign that he had done something right and pressed more firmly into the sensitive skin.

The silence in the room hung heavily around them as Geto focused on trying to alleviate some of Gojo’s pain. Geto could barely think beyond the sound of the blood rushing in his ears, being this close and being able to see the object of his desire when it was happening was almost dizzying. Even if the touch had been so mundane and not even directly on skin, there was something more intimate about this.

“Suguru, more,” Gojo whined, the words sounded pitiful as he spoke. It was hard to notice the pain that had been festering near his spine with the light touches Geto had been applying. He may have been in pain, but Gojo wasn’t made of glass. The light touches felt so good, like his body was being turned into putty under Geto’s fingers.

It wasn’t enough though, Gojo wanted more.

And Geto couldn’t help but give it to him.

The bed shifted as Geto repositioned himself, knees knocking into Gojo’s as he straddled the other teen’s legs. He needed more access to Gojo’s back if he wanted to do this right. Not that either of them knew the right way to go about this, both just acting on instinct.

Settling into a comfortable position, Geto settled his hands on Gojo’s hips, right above the waistline. He paused momentarily before continuing, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

Impatience took over and Geto began working his thumbs into Gojo’s lower back with more force. His arms flexed with the effort, if he hadn’t been holding onto Gojo, he was sure his hands would be shaking.

The pressure in his lower back was too much, Gojo let out a soft moan into the pillow below him. Switching from the annoying itch of pain to this level of pleasure was almost overwhelming to the teen. Geto had taken him seriously when he asked for more, thumbs grinding into Gojo roughly.

It was almost perfect for Gojo. Something felt off though, Gojo was aware enough to realize that this could feel better if he could actually feel Geto’s strong hands on his body. He needed to take his shirt off for this to feel better, he thought. Blinded by the want for more pleasure, Gojo lifted himself up slightly to remove his shirt.

Geto froze at Gojo’s movement. He wondered for a brief moment if he had gone too far, if this was too much despite Gojo’s pleased sounds. The last thing Geto wanted was to cause a rift between them, which is why he had kept his feelings and wants quiet in the first place. Before he had a chance to remove himself from sitting atop Gojo’s legs however, the boy in question quickly removed his shirt and laid back down.

Blinking, Geto took in the now exposed skin before him. He had seen Gojo shirtless numerous times, but his skin had never looked quite so inviting before. Mindlessly, he lowered his hands to Gojo’s hips, caressing the soft skin directly before kneading into the flesh once more. Intensity and vigor renewed at the way Gojo’s warm body felt so pliant for him.

Geto was so focused that he swore he could feel every muscle in Gojo’s back. It was as if he were reaching into the skin and massaging the tendons directly instead of just at surface level.

Whatever knot or nerve had been bothering Gojo must have been long gone if the steady stream of light moans leaving his mouth was any indication of how he felt. There had been a little pain at first, but now it just felt like his body was nothing more than dough on a bakers table, being worked into one of the pastries Geto often bought for him. It felt almost too good, he would do anything to keep Geto on top of him like this.

After what felt like hours, but in reality was much closer to about three minutes, Gojo began to feel a heat creeping down his spine and headed straight to his groin. Geto’s hands had begun to wander around Gojo’s back, straying up to his shoulders before slowly working their way back down to his hips. Fingertips brushing against the waistband almost teasingly. Gojo was certain it was on purpose, Geto had to be teasing him somehow, why else would he suddenly feel so aroused?

Gojo held his feelings for his friend tight against his chest, not wanting to let out more than he needed. Not out of fear, more of finding too much enjoyment in their current relationship as best friends that sometimes kissed when all the lights were out. There hadn’t been any reason to want to change that, until Geto’s hands plucked at his sinew like it were an ornate harp.

The soft rocking motion of Gojo’s hips was imperceptible to Geto at first. He was too busy exploring the map of Gojo’s back, allowing himself to press into every pore of his best friend's body. It was only when Gojo shifted in such a way that caused his ass to grind up against his crotch that he realized something had shifted between them.

It only took Geto a second to understand what Gojo was doing, though he never stopped moving his fingers as if to encourage the behavior. Gojo was grinding into the bed, as if to alleviate a new kind of pressure in his body. Geto hadn’t expected the other teen to feel so much pleasure from his hands, he had only set out to take away the pain he caused. This was the best possible outcome in his mind though.

Through Gojo’s movements, Geto had noticed a part of himself he had been neglecting while entranced by Gojo’s flesh. Geto could feel his cock straining against his uniform pants, achingly hard already. It wasn’t the first time Gojo had made him this hard, but it was the first time it happened without the aid of his own hand and a secret fantasy.

Geto’s movements became more calculated, fingers digging in, lingering in spots that made Gojo moan and sigh. His head was turned to the side now, Gojo gasping for breath from being smashed into the pillow for so long. The once muted moans now clear and causing Geto’s cock to throb with yearning. It was all too much for him.

Gojo’s thrusting became more pronounced as one of Geto’s hands drifted down further than it had been allowed to before. Geto’s hand grasped at Gojo’s ass, the force of his fingers making Gojo whimper as Geto squeezed at him through his uniform pants.

The heat was too much for Gojo, his cock had been hard since the first press of Geto’s hands on his bare skin, and the friction from being trapped against the bed felt agonizingly good. He pressed his ass back again, this time roughly grinding against Geto’s equally strained cock. Gojo was almost relieved to find Geto hard as well, otherwise this may not have felt as good.

A sharp gasp fell from Geto’s lips at the softness of Gojo’s ass pressing insistently up against him. He had ignored his own pleasure for too long, his cock was more sensitive to the pressure, it was like nothing he had felt before. Being able to feel Gojo like this, body begging to be touched, it pushed Geto to the edge alarmingly fast.

Gojo continued to grind his ass back into Geto’s cock, trying to get away from the heat and pressure of the bed beneath him and also feel just how aroused Geto was by all of this as well. Being under Geto’s hard body was hard to escape though, especially since Geto had started grinding into Gojo’s ass with fervor.

The massage was completely forgotten at this point, Geto wrapped one hand around Gojo’s hip to help them keep the same pace. His other hand snaked its way down in front of Gojo, slipping into Gojo’s pants. Geto gripped the hard cock and began roughly stroking it, making his mouth water and his own cock throb with excitement.

A choked moan left Gojo’s lips as he threw his head back, the feeling of Geto’s hand too much for him. Gojo spilled into Geto’s hand as Geto stroked him through the orgasm. Gojo hadn’t realized how different another person's hand could feel, how good his best friend's hand could feel. He could feel his body quiver as Geto’s hand quickly pushed him into overstimulation.

Gojo pressed his ass back harder against Geto’s grinding cock, not knowing if he wanted to push Geto to the edge or if he was simply trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Either way the feeling of Gojo’s seed on his hand and the plush ass against his cock, Geto moaned as he felt himself release in his pants.

The grip Geto held on Gojo’s hip tightened, holding the teen in place as Geto rode out his own orgasm against Gojo’s body.

The two of them collapsed on the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Gojo’s back pain suddenly was not an issue, he turned himself around and messily kissed Geto’s lips. They were both breathing hard, unexpected exertion taking a toll on them finally. Still they sloppily kissed as they settled into a comfortable position of laying with their arms wrapped around one another.

“Thank you,” Gojo whispered into the kiss, as if for once he was afraid of making too much noise, as if being loud would ruin the moment. Geto just smiled at him, turning his head slightly to kiss Gojo’s cheek and bury his head into Gojo’s neck before closing his eyes and continuing to revel in this moment.

#jjk #jjk smut #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #stsg #stsg smut

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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Okay so- Hi, I’m Asriel and I happened to read your scarlet witch baby reader story’s and let me tell you I haven’t enjoyed something that good in a while so I wanted to make a small request ( If you don’t mind :) )

Dazai trying to do readers hair but fails so he gets a help from kyoko?

( I don’t know if I spelled her name right but have a good day/night/afternoon <3)

dazai & kyouka does scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's hair

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, major themes of fluff w/ scarlet bb reader's dazai-nii & kyouka-nee

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader

hello asriel! thank you so much for requesting im glad you enjoyed my scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader writing. that really means a lot, and no worries, it's all good :) enjoy reading and have a great day or evening too dear ♡

you left your spot on the couch where dazai usually lounges and ran up to him, who was groaning and refusing to do anything while atsushi did his reports and kunikida yelled at him to do his work. as you tapped dazai's knee, the three of them stopped what they were doing and turned to you.

"[name]-chan? what's wrong?" as he asked, you clambered up on his lap, dazai blinked, a soft smile breaking through his face, prompting him to pick you up and rest you on his thigh.

"i think [name]-chan's just being clingy as usual." atsushi laughed as he saw you burying your face in dazai's chest while clinging to him. "she does like you a lot after all, dazai-san."

"sorry, [name]-chan. i was busy being scolded by kunikida-kun over here," dazai said, motioning over to the young blonde man who scowled before pulling you closer to his chest and affectionately running his fingers through your hair.

back at the jujutsu kaisen world, or your home, it's usually nobara, maki, or tsumiki who styles your hair because gojo can only do a basic ponytail. your father enjoys experimenting with your hair, as well as the mini butterfly hairclips, so much that your hair is a complete mess, which is why the jujutsu girls nearly banned him from doing your hair until he learned how to properly style your hair.

so, when you're at the armed detective agency, missing gojo but having a certain bandage wasting machine man who's pretty much exactly like him, you couldn't help but ask him.

"dazai-nii." you lifted your head up to him, tugging at the fabric of his collar for his attention.

"hmm? what does little belladonna want?" dazai tipped his head, causing you to laugh. "do you want to go out to eat? there isn't much of an investigation to be done, and besides, i can always do my work later."

"can you do my hair?" you inquired, grabbing strands of your hair before letting them fall loose.

"your hair?" dazai blinked at you, "you want me to style it. erm, something like that?"

"mhm! i want you to make my hair pretty. just like chuuya-nii's hair." you exclaimed, remembering how you once saw the gravity manipulator with his lovely orange hair neatly tied up while you were with dazai. "please?"

dazai's expression turned revolting. "i'm not doing your hair to look like that ugly thing! absolutely not!" dazai stuck out his tongue as he pinched both of your cheeks as you pouted. "you're way too cute for that [name]-chan."

dazai sighed and tapped his chin, his gaze lingering around his surroundings until it landed on kyouka, who had just returned from fukuzawa's office with a stack of papers in hand. an imaginary light bulb lit up on top of his head afterwards.

"how about kyouka-chan's hair? i'll style your hair to make it look just like hers!" dazai exclaimed, clasping his hands together as you turned to face kyouka.

kyouka looked at you as you stared at her long twin-tails, which were beautifully styled with two flowers. your kyouka-nee does look lovely with her hair like that. the fourteen-year-old girl felt her cheeks warm as your wonderstruck gaze fell on her.

"okay, i want my hair to look just like kyouka-nee's!" you turned back to dazai as you pointed at her.

"oh, thank god." dazai exhaled as he embraced you again, this time muffling his face against your hair as he gently swayed your form side to side and imagined you having a similar hairstyle to his former twin black partner. "i can't afford for you to turn into him; i might have to shave his head for that!"

"oi, do you even know how to style hairs, dazai?" kunikida shook his head at the brunet. "you don't even brush your hair!"

"i agree with kunikida-san." atsushi muttered quietly.

"what do you two take me for?" as he picked you up with one arm and began scavenging for a brush and some hair ties before motioning to kyouka, dazai scrunched his face at kunikida and atsushi's comments. "i am a master at styling hairs! kyouka-chan's hair is easy. it's just twin pigtails! what could go wrong?"

dazai sat you on top of his desk and stood from behind to begin his hairstyling career after finally getting a bunch of hair ties and clips, as well as a brush, from kyouka, when everything went wrong, and honestly, dazai has no idea how or why. brushing your hair was supposed to be the first and easiest step, but he ended up with your [color] hair in knots.

"ow! ow! dazai-nii, that hurts." you cried, reaching for the heap of hair that dazai was struggling to brush.

"idiot! you're hurting [name]!" kunikida smacked the brunet in the head as soon as he saw your face contort into a pained expression.

"ah, sorry! sorry!" dazai immediately came to a halt, releasing the hair brush that had become entangled in your hair before flitting his hands in the air.

"are you okay? i didn't mean to!" dazai clasped his hands together as he tried to grab you, but you resisted and clung to kunikida as he scolded him.

"you should be careful in handling hairs, especially a child's hair!" kunikida shook his head as he placed a hand on his hip.

"what happened to you being a master at styling hair, dazai-san?" atsushi's sweat dropped.

"i was mistaken. it really is a difficult task after all," dazai sighed, leaning back and shaking his head as he draped the back of his hand on his brow.

"ah, this isn't good. i need help!" dazai sauntered towards kyouka, who had been quietly watching the entire time as she filed another set of papers at the desk she shares with atsushi. "kyouka-chan, could you please help me in styling [name]-chan's hair?"

"sure, i'll do my best." as atsushi pointed out, kyouka nodded a little too firmly. it was as if she had been waiting for this her entire life, but then again, kyouka genuinely cared about you, even if she doesn't always express her feelings.

atsushi recalls kyouka's genuine smile whenever you hold hands with her while hanging out with her and atsushi, whenever atsushi buys the two of you crepes and kyouka wipes your cheek with a tissue, or when you simply ramble and play with her and atsushi. kyouka sees you as her younger sibling.

kyouka was now standing behind you with dazai, holding the brush this time. you clutched kunikida as kyouka ran the brush through your [color] hair, carefully working your way through the knots that dazai had created earlier.

"when you brush hair, always start at the ends, and you have to be very careful just like this," kyouka demonstrated to dazai, "and then you work your way up."

"ah! it doesn't hurt at all when you brush my hair, kyouka-nee," you said as you let go of kunikida and looked over your shoulder at her.

"i'm glad." kyouka said softly with a smile, "do you mind if dazai-san tries brushing your hair again? i'll make sure to guide him."

you nodded your head, "i'm okay with it!"

"i'll give it another go! i'll be extra careful this time, [name]-chan." said dazai determindly as he took the brush from kyouka.

much to your surprise, as well as kunikida's and atsushi's, dazai ended up brushing the rest of your hair with kyouka's guidance, and by the time your hair was free of knots, kyouka had your hair parted into two.

"next, we're going to tie [name]-chan's hair. you put the hair through, twist, and then through again, like this," kyouka said, tying the left part of your hair and demonstrating how to dazai once more. "don't pull too hard on her hair, and make sure it's not too tight."

"okay, got it. through, twist, and through again." dazai imitated kyouka's action and was able to tie the right part of your hair without hurting you quite easily.

your hair had been completely styled to look exactly like kyouka's after clipping some flowers similar to kyouka's on your own twin pigtails, except yours was a tad shorter, but either way, you were in awe when atsushi handed you a mirror to see the final product.

"woah! i look like just like kyouka-nee!" you squealed, happily shaking your closed fists.

"mhm, and not chuuya!" dazai sighed in relief, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"am i pretty just like kyouka-nee?" you questioned, setting down the mirror before turning around to face kyouka, then dazai.

right then, a flush spread across kyouka's cheekbones, "just like me?"

"mhm! you're very pretty, kyouka-nee!" you nodded your head in agreement.

"of course you are, [name]-chan. you two are the prettiest!" dazai grinned at you, gently nuzzling his nose with yours, eliciting a sweet fit of giggles from you before taking you in his arms to cradle you.

"thank you, dazai-nii." you wrapped your tiny arms around dazai's neck before dissipating into a red mist and reappearing in front of kyouka.

"thank you too, kyouka-nee!" you encircled your tiny arms around kyouka's waist next, rubbing your cheek against her stomach like a very affectionate cat. "i was able to look pretty like you thanks to you, and you also helped dazai-nii a lot."

"you're always welcome." kyouka smiled brightly at you before returning your embrace with her own.

since then, you, kyouka, and dazai had discovered a new thing to bond over: hairstyling. it reminded you of gojo learning how to style your hair from maki, nobara, and even tsumiki. dazai, like gojo, was engrossed in it. he thoroughly enjoys doing your hair. his heart is warmed simply by seeing you all happy and smiling. you were just too precious. dazai has also learned to be extra cautious when handling your hair because he never wants to hurt you.

dazai has started bragging to chuuya about knowing how to style your hair whenever he sees him, but is devastated to learn that chuuya styles your hair better when he's around. at least, you have two older brother figures who start spoiling you with hair accessories and take you to hair salons for kid-appropriate hair treatments.

this is also why gojo is extrenely puzzled when you return home with your hair perfectly soft and beautifully styled with expensive-looking hairclips.

"ARE THESE REAL PEARLS ON YOUR HAIR?"

"dazai-nii and chuuya-nii bought them for me!"

what about kyouka? she is always looking forward to doing your hair with dazai again since then because she sees it as a way to get even closer to you as your older sister figure and to get to know dazai better.

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Okay but hear me out, gojo teaching his girl how to properly touch herself bc she can't make herself cum and has been edging herself unintentionally and gojo helps out with his long fingers 🥺

instruction - gojo x fem!reader (2k)

you might be having trouble, but gojo doesn’t mind playing sensei to you.

warnings: nsfw/minors dni! oral sex, assisted masturbation, fingering. afab reader with fem pronouns

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

The first time that Gojo gives you an orgasm, it’s using his tongue. His head is buried between your thighs, soft noises of praise coming out of his mouth interspersed with the flutter of his kisses on your inner thighs and the downright filthy sound of his mouth dragging through your slick. His tongue toys with your clit, swirling it and sucking it, circling it before he returns back to flicking the tip over it with mountingly quicker and harder motions. Your hands are knit in his hair, and as you feel the ball of pressure inside of you finally split into a thousand tiny pieces, you tug on the silver-pale strands in your grip and wail into the ceiling. He guides you through the aftershocks with slower, deeper laps of his tongue across your cunt before he lazily pulls himself up onto his elbows, looking at you with those big blue eyes, galaxies swirling with them.

“You were so noisy, doll,” he murmurs. “I know I’m good with my tongue, but hell - if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that seems like the first time you’ve ever got to cum--”

You feel yourself squirm, embarrassment flooding your thoughts. It’s not like you haven’t tried! But something in you always seems to stop you coming, and you’ve spent too many nights frustratedly falling asleep with your thighs a mess after being unable to bring yourself any kind of relief.

You can’t really hide anything from Satoru Gojo, though.

The look on your face tells him all that he needs to know - that flustered, half-guilty expression, your bitten lips darkened from the dig of your teeth. His own expression softens indescribably, those long fingers sliding up your damp thighs as he coos, all pity; “Oh, baby girl . . . We can’t have that, can we?”

He coaxes you, words coated in sugar, eyes gentle, to show him how you’ve been touching yourself. Before you know what’s happening, he’s taking your hand and pulling it down to rest over where you’re still slick with your own arousal and Gojo’s saliva. You’re still adorably sensitive, flinching at the pads of your fingers over your tender clit, so Gojo gently tugs on your wrist.

“Try circling it,” he murmurs. “You’ll hurt yourself if you go all in with the stimulation--”. You do your best to follow his orders for a few minutes, until the sensitivity wears off a bit. And then, he’s kneeling between your thighs and pushing your knees up a little so he has a better view of how exactly you’re rubbing at your petal-soft folds, how you’ve been treating yourself up until now. “Show me exactly how you’ve done it before,” he breathes, the crystalline sapphires of his eyes set on the space between your legs like he’s a patron at an art gallery. “Lemme see why you haven’t gotten to come, baby.”

You do your best. It’s the same as it always is, though - you rub at your clit with inexperienced, clumsy fingers. Heat seems to build up inside you, but you never manage to get it to go further than that build up. Even when you use your other hand to thrust two of your fingers inside, it feels like you’re reaching for something that isn’t quite there. It’s so annoying. You’ve read guides on how to do this, watched porn videos in the hope it’ll help you with your block - but nothing seems to work. And now, you’re being watched by your boyfriend, and you can’t help but be hot and embarrassed . . . and kind of turned on. The way that he’s looking at you. The concern knitting his usually smooth brow.

Gojo watches you, pensive, as you feel tears of frustration bubble up in the corners of your eyes. You move your hands away from your cunt, curling them into fists and giving the bed beneath you an exasperated thump.

(Gojo’s eyebrows raise as he sees you removing the stimulation entirely. You poor little thing. No wonder you haven’t managed it.)

“I-I can’t get it to go further,” you say, agitated. “I-it gets to a point, and then it just seems to stop! It builds up and it builds up but it just stays there!”

Gojo shifts closer to you. His hands rest on your thighs. “You know what I think?” He asks you, his voice very low. His cock has been hard in his pants since the moment he got you on his bed, never mind the orgasm he gave you with his tongue - but it’s a damn right tragedy you’ve never been able to make yourself come, and (much as he doesn’t want to admit it) being Gojo’s girlfriend can be a lonely life. He’s away on missions so often, and he loves to tease, and he knows that you’ll have his cock on the mind forever once you’ve had it for the first time. So it’s better for both of you if you learn exactly what you’re doing. “I think y’just haven’t had the right teacher yet. And . . . you’re in luck,” he flashes you one of those patented Satoru Gojo grins, half-unhinged and half-handsome. “Because I’m right here and willin’ to take some time out of my busy schedule to teach you all about the human body--!”

“Don’t put it like that,” you say, weakly, as he reaches between your thighs and pulls the lips of your cunt apart. He looks back at your sex; the swollen clit, the hole begging to be filled, the absolute mess you’ve both made with tongues and fingers and your earlier orgasm.

“You always stop before it goes further, right? Because you get bored and frustrated?” He clicks his tongue, shaking your head in mock scolding, as you squirm. “Baby girl, you gotta have temerity. You’ve been edging yourself ever since you figured out how to jack off.” His thumb swipes down through the slit as he lets go of his thumb’s hold. “Play with your clit for me. C’mon.”

The way he meets your eyes tells you that this is an order, and Gojo when he slips into the mode of a commander is not a man to be messed with. You hesitantly slide your fingers back between your legs to gently circle your swollen clit, your touch incredibly gentle. Gojo’s pretty mouth tilts into a smile. “Use your other hand to play with your chest,” he says. “I’d ask you to use it for something else, but . . .” The smile widens, showing a hint of white teeth. “I think I’m much better placed to do that.”

You are about to ask him what he means when his hand brushes over yours and then a fingertip gently pushes into the pulsing ring of your entrance. His fingers are slender - it does not hurt for him to push them in, but you are still robbed of your breath by the sensation of it plunging slowly into your silky depths. He gives one or two cursory pumps, before withdrawing his finger entirely so he can add a second beside it.

This one is more of a stretch, but it is a stretch in the best possible way. You use the hand not playing with your clit to squeeze the weight of your breast, your breath hitching. Thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak, as Gojo finds a slow rhythm to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s deeper, right?” He rasps. “Feels better? Like places you’ve never been able to reach before?” He crooks his fingers just so and magic seems to spark, a spot on your inner walls your own shorter fingers have never managed to gain ground on. Your thighs tremble and you gasp out his name. “I thought so.” He swallows. You look up at him through the fan of your eyelashes and you see the lust in his eyes is palpable. He catches your gaze and holds it, unafraid.

“I want you to be rougher with yourself,” he growls, low. “Press a little harder--”

The hand not currently fucking two digits into you takes hold of your wrist, pushing you to put more pressure on your clit. Fuck. The sensation of his hand guiding your wrist’s movements, in tandem with the fact that his fingers have not yet stopped hitting that special spot with every single thrust . . . You can feel the ball tightening, pulling in on itself, like a hundred knots in the same piece of thread.

“If you didn’t have me,” Gojo rasps, and the sound of his voice gritty and dark sends a jolt of pleasure throughout you, “You’d be stopping now. You’d think you weren’t gonna get anywhere. But . . . you will, doll-- you’ve just gotta push past it--” He takes his hand away from your wrist, but you continue the pace and the pressure that he chose for you.

You whimper out his name, the hand playing with your chest squeezing hard (if you have bruised fingerprints on the soft curve of your breast tomorrow, Gojo will laugh gently at them and press on them a little meanly before he soothes you all over with kisses).

“You gonna promise me you’ll do that when you’re alone, yeah?” Gojo asks. He’s sounding a little breathless. Your eyes manage to focus long enough to see that he’s rubbing himself through his underwear, an impressive bulge pressing against the expensive fabric. He sees you looking and gives another feral grin that seems to echo through you. “D-don’t worry, we’ll take care’a that after your lesson--”

“I promise,” you breathe, as he curls his fingers just right against that spot and your own fingers reach fever pitch. You don’t know if you’re promising to do it the way that he taught you, or if you’re promising that you’ll take care of his cock, or if you’re promising something else to him entirely - your life, your love, your very being - but you do know that the knotted threads inside of you snap all at once as Gojo’s fingertips reach so deep, so good, so perfectly inside of you.

Your channel clenches and constricts, spasming around the digits buried in it to the knuckles. Heat washes over you with a feeling of peace, different to when he’d used his tongue on you and yet similar. Gojo is practically purring as he watches you and feels you, a gush of slick coating his fingers even as he guides you over the crest of your orgasm.

“Good girl,” Gojo’s murmuring, as your breathing (when did you start panting?) evens out. “Oh, so good for me, doll . . .” His fingers come out of you with a wet pop and he brings them to his mouth, tongue flickering out teasingly to taste you. “So sweet for me, too . . .” He sighs, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoys the lingering flavour. When those eyes open again, they’re lit with hunger.

“Well,” he says. “whaddya say? Think you can come like that next time you touch yourself?” He raises his eyebrows, a playful grin on his face. “Think y’can come at all?”

You nod fervently, and win a chuckle from Gojo. He shifts on the bed, pushing the underwear he’s still wearing down to his thighs to reveal the thick jut of his cock. You’re breathless at the sight of it, already needy despite the fact your second orgasm of the night was scant minutes ago.

“I want a video of it,” he tells you. “Next time you touch yourself. I want a video of you and I want you t’say my name as you do it. But for now . . .” He gently taps the wet (so, so, wet - ruddy and flushed and dripping with his pre-come) head of his cock against your thigh. “I think we’ve got some other business to attend to, yeah?”

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