#gojo brainrot

[http-tokki]

when Satoru tells you to turn around mid-make-out session, he does not expect to find you crawling onto the bed on your hands and knees, hand slipped beneath the hem of your panties in an attempt to push them aside.

"What are you doing, angel?" genuine curiosity and concern fill his tone, brow raised at your immediate position switch. "I don't- why?"

You look over your shoulder, brows furrowed and mouth slightly open as if you had just been caught sneaking cookies in the middle of the night and not as if you had just automatically assumed he was going to fuck you like that.

Had he given you that impression?

Satoru was so careful to avoid giving you that idea with gentle touches and slow, loving kisses against your skin, requests whispered against your collarbone and sealed with a soft peck. He wasn't expecting you to assume the position.

"Do you not want-?" your voice is small, dejection evident.

Gojo tilts his head before realising. "Baby, no!"

Your face falls and Satoru scrambles to clarify his intention for the position change.

" I don't want to fuck you like that, well I do but not right now. Actually yes now but not in this second," He scrambles and trips over the words, desperate to assure you it was not whatever you were beginning to think about. "I want to fuck you. Always. In any position but that's not why I asked you to turn around."

You're nodding at his explanation, sinking to your knees and removing the hand from your panties but the confusion still creased your forehead. Gojo feels silly explaining his reason like he’s sixteen again but he needed you to know that’s not what he was expecting.

"I just wanted to take your bra off.”

[ddarker-dreams]

relating to my last post, this is the logic i abide by with fav characters and the pet names they assign the reader.

(some of the language indicates reader is fem, implied not sfw)

anaxa primarily uses your first name, never shortening it or "butchering it into childish monikers." (his words). when introducing you to others, he'll start with any titles you have to show proper respect (e.g. "this is my assistant, [...]," or whatever else indicates your position). if you've got him hot and bothered though, he'll switch to calling you his "darling girl" or "dear girl."

blade almost exclusively uses your first name. he doesn't say it very often, saving it for more serious or intimate moments. he doesn't give you any nicknames either because it feels weird. if you've really been testing his patience, he'll flatly call you "girl." that's when you know you're screwed (literally).

chrollo's about a 50/50 when it comes to using your name or pet names. the more serious your relationship gets, the less he uses your first name, since it becomes sacred to him (he's weird don't worry about it). he calls you "dear" and "love" pretty frequently. he'll use "sweetheart" if you're both in a disagreement, which makes matters worse since it comes across as demeaning.

gojo loves referring to you by your relationship, such as "my girlfriend" or "my wife." he will find any excuse under the sun to say this. if you aren't married yet, it becomes "my future wife" because he's convinced he can pull you. he also likes using cringe-inducing nicknames when you're in public to get a reaction out of you. in intimate moments, however, he uses your first name without any honorifics.

gortash goes for "my dear" the most, finding it simple yet flattering. if you're both engaged in a battle of wits, he switches it to "my girl" to try and rile you up. the use of possessive determiners is a not so subtle way to try and link your being to his. as a purveyor of the god of tyranny, this need to dominate prevails, even if he considers you his equal. there's always a power struggle on some level.

scaramouche is built different because his nicknames are more like insults. he'll call you "a pest" or a "foolish woman" for your willingness to pursue him. there's little bite behind his words. he just genuinely can't comprehend what you see in him, aside from his physical beauty. he knows his personality is rotten. when he does use your first name, it's spoken with quiet reverence, solely intended for your ears.

[gojoluvs]

Break Free

Minors do not interact.

Summary; Apparently, he's one of the hottest hockey players in the country, and you had just agreed to be his fake girlfriend. Satoru Gojo is hard not to notice. With his coy smirk and rock-hard abs, he's the cockiest of all the jocks and well you just had to be caught up in his love life.

Tags; satoru gojo x reader, hockey player au, figure skater x hockey player, college au, enemies to lovers, slow burn

Warnings; 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, romance, jealousy, cursing,

Status; ongoing, coming soon!

Taglist; Open!

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all rights reserved © 2024 Gojoluvs. please do not copy, translate, or modify my works in any sort of platform and if you do credit me

i’m going to be posting this one on this account since my other acc is kind of abandoned..

[justrustandstardust]

how can people say stsg isn’t canon when actual official art shows gojo about to gleefully slap geto’s cheeks so hard he sends him flying into space

[sqtorux]

satoru with reader who has a curse where she can hypnotise anyone she wills under the guise of them being in love with her.

no, you arent a sorcerer or a curse user. you just so happened to be burdened have this curse and may have been using it for your own good (who wouldn't?).

one time you got a little too silly and ended up indirectly defeating two grade 1 sorcerers by making them fight to the death for your hand. they really were just in the way of your mischevious plans!

so it's no surprise when you find the strongest sorcerer in modern times standing tall in front of you. to exorcise you? to capture you? you weren't sure but well, even he's nothing against your curse right?

every 'i love you' used to be shallow and every promise of forever used to be empty. those were all facades of the curse etched into you.

but the way those six eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul, the way its wielder's hands moved against your body, the way his mouth spoke of the devotion he has for you, it's not your fault for wanting it to be real right?

[blond3ang3l]

“Perfect you two. Just like that, keep that pose.”

Satoru giggled as he pressed his chest against yours. His pink lips against your cheek smudging the lipgloss that he was wearing.

“Love please stay professional. We are in the middle of a shoot.”

You had to gently push his face away with a chuckle. In return all to got was a whine as his arms wrapped around your neck.

“Oh cmon, I’m not doing anything.”

You rolled your eyes at your fiancé’s behavior. Shooing him off so you could finish up your shoot. Each pose you did just proved why you were the best in the industry. Satoru was staring at you without even realizing. A small smile on his face. You were so gorgeous to him. He took in each dip and curve of your body. The small tattoo of his name on your wrist always made his heart flutter.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Hm?”

How did he get so lucky to have someone like you? The way you held yourself up was just so different than the people who basically worshiped him. You turned to look at him and once your eyes connected his heart jumped. The heat rushed to his face and his ears turned red as you two looked at each other. He rushed out of his seat and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“I love you so much.”

He mumbled into your neck, gently intertwining your fingers.

“Oh Toru, I love you too.”

The shine from your grill peaked out as you gave him a smile. You took the opportunity to let him sit on your lap. He brought his lips back to your cheek, his makeup spreading on you. His eyes were just so soft and full of adoration the longer he sat with you.

The photographers took that opportunity to capture the sweet photo of the two of you. Just weeks later when you got the magazine there stood you and Satoru, looking just as in love as you were when you first started dating..💭🎀

[clamenstell]

thinking about lovesick!gojo

- lovesick!gojo who fell in love with you when you held his hand in comfort when he was upset from being scolded by the higher ups about something reckless he did.

- lovesick!gojo who noticed the way you understood that he was still young and even the strongest made mistakes, which is okay as he's still learning.

- lovesick!gojo who started noticing little things about you, like how you pick your nails when nervous, how your eyes light up when talking about your interest, how you tap your pencil in thought when working in class and when you smile, little dimples appear on your cheeks.

- lovesick!gojo who gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you giggle at his terrible jokes while suguru and shoko both roll their eyes in annoyance.

- lovesick!gojo who jokes around even more in order to hear you laugh again, even when the others grow even more tired of him.

- lovesick!gojo who doesn't try to hide how much he wants to hang out with you, who makes up ridiculous excuses to spend time with you. "What do you mean Suguru is busy? Isn't he right there?" "HAHAHA! That's hilarious, let's go somewhere else..." as he drags your form in the opposite way.

- lovesick!gojo who falls even more when you indulge in his teasing. "Need some help?~" You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't want to bother the strongest one~ I'm sure you have better things to do." His grin widens. "It's ok, I don't mind sparing my time for you~"

- lovesick!gojo who tries to impress you everytime you're both assigned on the same mission, showing off at every chance he got and turning his head expectantly to you to see if you were watching him. "Did you see how I exorcised that curse?" "Yes, you did great Satoru.🙄" ":))))"

- lovesick!gojo who feels the pit of jealousy when he sees you conversing with a kyoto student, even more when he sees you laugh at something he said. You were suppose to laugh at his jokes, not a random nobody's.

- lovesick!gojo who appears right by your side in the middle of your conversation, sliding an arm around your waist, pouting and batting his eyelashes. "Baby, I thought we had something special :((( 🥺🥺🥺" "Satoru what the fuck."

- lovesick!gojo who grins in victory when the kyoto guy leaves in panic from seeing the affectionate display, but frowns when you scold him for disturbing your conversation. It doesn't matter, he still won and now your attention is on him instead :)

- lovesick!gojo who loves sharing sweets with you. Whenever he bought pastries from your favourite bakery he will always get extra to share with you. He especially loved seeing your face light up whenever he mentioned getting your favourite pastry.

- lovesick!gojo who gets surprised when you always return the favor, always sharing baked goods you bought, even getting the extra sweet ones just for him.

- lovesick!gojo who's ears turn red at the thought of you buying something just for him, no one else.

- lovesick!gojo who swears he will marry you one day, no matter the circumstance, not even the higher ups would stop him. All he need is to ask you out first, but seeing you chuckle as you two shared a chocolate cake, he thought staying by your side is good enough for now. After all, he's not getting cured from this sickness anytime soon.

he's so 🥺❤️😍🥺🤗😚❤️😳🥰❤️ to me

[lovdlydaz]

amab!reader, playboy!gojo, nsfw

playboy!gojo who doesn't even know the definition of a healthy relationship. he's only been in and out of the bedroom, getting fucked or being the one fucking. he barely knows how to keep one too, hence why he didn't even stay the night.

playboy!gojo who is shocked to see that, when you came over to fuck one night, you stayed and cooked him breakfast.

it was early in the morning, around 7 am to be exact. you were up making some delicious breakfast, wearing an apron you just so happened to find somewhere in the kitchen. the white-haired male walked into the kitchen groggily, eyeing your figure as you placed the steaming hot food on a plate.

"hey 'toru, ready to eat?" you asked, making him turn his head in confusion. "why didn't you leave?" he would ask, making you giggle softly. "you know how rude it is not to stay in bed with someone you had sex with, regardless of if it was good or not?" you told him, making his whole world turn upside down from that point on.

playboy!gojo who, after you left around 10 am for work, would stay in his bed, curling up against the side were you left. your words stuck with him, made him realize his actions and actually... how sex with you was one of if not the best sex he's ever had. he came so many times and always stayed hard, you rubbed his prostate just right every single time you went back inside him.

playboy!gojo who would grab your dirty boxers that you accidentally left and put them to his nose, only hours later to be crying on his biggest toy imagining it was you.

playboy!gojo who, after weeks of not seeing you, would randomly call you again one day after a long day of work. he never got numbers from anyone he slept with, you just insisted and he was weak enough to agree.

playboy!gojo who tried to pretend that his whole world wasn't back together when he saw your bigger frame walk through his door once again, dousing that same cologne he had now gotten obsessed with.

playboy!gojo who was cumming on your cock in the new few minutes, you holding him by his neck and forcing his back to arch into a pretty little U shape.

"like that, don't you baby?" you purred against the shell of his ear, making him nod and whine out in pleasure. "m-mhm! love it!" he squealed, feeling another orgasm rip from his body. you kept fucking him through it though, stroking his cock and forcing him to arch his back more in your grip.

playboy!gojo who subconsciously cuddles up into you after you both were done, cleaned and dressed. you rub soft circles into his sleeping form, kissing the top of his head before closing your own eyes.

playboy!gojo who doesn't want to be a playboy anymore after you've come around. you take care of him, do his chores for him when he can't, cook for him, care for him in his times of need. you're just... what satoru needs. but, he's too scared to confess his feelings outside of sex.

playboy!gojo who is more than shocked when you pop the question first. it's been a couple of months since you two started fucking and now you want to be in a relationship with him.

"hey, satoru?" you asked while he was laying in your lap, on his phone and playing video games on it. "yeah m/n? what's up?" he asked, focusing heavily on the game. "wanna be my boyfriend?" you asked so bluntly, making him drop his phone and sit up suddenly. turning his head to you his eyes were wide, blue orbs absorbed by shock.

"wait... really?" he asked, just for clarification to himself that you were the one that asked. you nodded your head, smiling softly at him. he was happy to agree, throwing himself in your arms and cheering.

playboy!gojo who isn't a playboy anymore, but now a dedicated boyfriend.

© gg 2023. dividers were made by me. do not steal, use, or repost my work without my consent. reblogging/interaction is welcomed.

[nanamidays]

You went on a two-week trip and wore a fake wedding ring to avoid being hit on. You learned that trick from Shoko, and it truly worked wonders. There was only one man you were interested in. His name is Satoru Gojo aka your best friend.

You didn't expect to like the idea of being married to someone so much. You caught yourself fantasizing you were married to him. The unexpected goodbye kiss at the airport didn’t help either.

You are now back at Jujutsu High and forget to take the ring off. It just felt so right.

The students see the ring first. Some were excited, and others were confused.

Word travels to Satoru, and he feels like he's dying. Somehow, being stabbed by assasin Toji Fushiguro and being on the verge of death hurts less than losing the love of his life to some rando.

Satoru finally gathers the courage to ask you to marry him. He would've asked you out first, but Shoko insisted that he act fast before you marry the rando. That's how you end up engaged to Satoru.

It all went according to Shoko’s plan. She was sick of you two being disgustingly in love, always coming to her about how much you liked one another. She truly just wanted peace.

[vhyunjinverse]

Just thinking about grazing Gojo’s undercut while he’s eating you out. Like just imagine his tongue deep inside your cunt- he’s a messy man so his chin is covered, fresh from the barber. And your fingers aren’t used to the feeling of that hair gone. But man..man oh man when you feel how sharp the area is, how sexy his looks in the mirror before you- on his knees moaning into your cunt, you cants even focus.

Gojo, who knew you’d love the haircut. Gojo who got it because you said you liked the spiky feeling of his freshly trimmed happy trail. Gojo, whose moan you named as you arched your back against his pierced tongue. Flicking over your sensitive clit as you felt your cunt gush over his chin.

[thebellearchives]

Hi there! I came across your prompt event, and it looks really exciting! Could you possibly do fluff prompt for Gojo Satoru?

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

~ satoru gojo ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you find yourself studying satoru’s eyes and notice tiny details you hadn’t really seen before

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers ?? but not really ??, lots of flirting and playful banter though ~

‧₊˚ a / n : aaa i’ve been wanting to write for Gojo for a WHILE i’m so glad i finally get the chance ~

also, you forgot to specify which prompt so i took the liberty to choose 1.“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”, hope you like it !

prompt list

The train’s swift motion almost lullabied you to sleep. It had been a while since you had felt so tired. Satoru was right next to you, still holding that almost indelible silly smile in his lips as he watched the sky through the window.

He wore his dark glasses today, his silky white hair down, and you could peek at his pretty eyes behind the glass. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen his eyes before, of course you had, so maybe it was just that feeling of tiredness tugging from your clothes and holding you down into your seat. Yeah, it had to be that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be staring as if you had gotten lost on your way home. But his eyes were just fascinating, they almost matched the bright blue summer sky he was staring at, and at the same time they could also match the ocean in a clear moonlit night.

Your friend probably noticed the linger of your eyes on him, so he turned to you.

“What are you looking at?” he didn’t stop smiling.

“I just had never noticed your eyes were this colours”

His brows raised until they almost met.

“Colours? In plural?”

“Yeah. Sky blue, cerulean, indigo...”

For a second he remained still, until your words finally downed on him and he leaned closer to you, a wide teasing grin tugging from the corner of his lips.

“Were you counting shades of blue in my eyes?”

You frowned, fatigue quickly leaving your body and a blush tinting your cheeks slightly.

“Shut up” you fixed your posture in your chair, turning away from him in annoyance.

“Oh you’re so in love with me.”

“You wish.”

“That was so romantic! Tell me more, how many colours can you spot, hmm?” he bumped your shoulder with his, playfully.

“I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I’m never gonna let you live it out sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that, you’re such a womanizer.” rolling your eyes, you rested your chin on your hand.

“WHAT?!” he flinched, placing a hand on his chest dramatically “That’s so not true. I mean yeah sure women love me, but that isn’t my fault y’know? I can’t help having this beautiful cerulean, indigo, azure eyes.”

“I never said azure.”

“Oh but I bet you could find that shade, why don’t you take a closer look?” he leaned in closer to you once again.

“Satoru!” you pushed him away from his chest, embarrassed at the way people in the train were starting to throw looks your way.

“What?” he whined “had enough of my eyes?”

“Had enough of you in general.”

“My poor heart” he pouted, his back now resting against the window “you’re breaking my heart.”

“Good” you mumbled, your white haired friend chuckled.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed like that”

It took you a second to process the words you had just heard, your eyes widened and your heart started racing. If you were going to get back at him this was your chance, so you immediately smiled, it was your turn to lean close to him then.

“You think I’m cute?”

Satoru didn’t flinch, he didn’t react, in fact he didn’t even hesitate at all. His face moved close to yours instead, fair hair brushing your forehead. Flustered, you wanted to pull back, but your pride wouldn’t let you. Delicate and complicit closeness with the sorcerer almost felt like an alluring drug.

“I happen to think you’re the cutest” his whisper prompted a shiver to run down your body, blood quickly rushing up to your cheeks again.

You bit your lip and sighed as the train carefully came to a stop.

“There’s no winning against you, right?”

“Not a chance” smirking, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto your feet, guiding you outside.

[ddarker-dreams]

Hugging Preferences.

Chrollo is a deeply possessive man. His destitute upbringing taught him that anything valuable would be eyed, coveted, and potentially stolen. While he doesn’t view you as an object, suppressing this belief system doesn’t come naturally. You’ll notice his demeanor is softer in private but more handsy in public. Specifically, he likes pulling you into a side hug. This amorous display makes it clear to everyone that you’re unavailable. Depending on the situation, it isn’t always a full-blown hug; he’s content with having his hand on your waist when walking together. This serves the additional purpose of granting him peace of mind. It’ll be easier to move you out of harm’s way should his many enemies ever strike. 

Satoru couldn’t be normal about you if he tried. If you’ve been separated for any length of time, the instant he lays eyes on you, you’re getting scooped up and spun around. You’re held hostage until his demands are met (the ransom ranging from kisses to mushy declarations of your undying love). And yes, he will do this in front of others. Little Megumi once started walking himself home after witnessing Satoru’s flagrant disregard for public decency. Theatrical as his actions may come across, there’s a real sense of relief on his part. He doesn’t have to be the strongest, the pride of the Gojo clan, or anything else around you. You’re truly the closest thing to heaven on earth. 

Despite his vehement denial, physical affection flusters Scaramouche. He isn’t used to it. Being around you makes him feel all weird and warm, like his cognition’s malfunctioning. This doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your touch, but it’s a struggle. Insecurities and doubts plague him. Attachment is a frightening thing, especially after the abandonment he’s experienced. He’s most honest with his desires when asleep. He reaches out subconsciously, his countenance contorting in displeasure until you’re securely in his grasp. Scaramouche clings to you throughout the night. Come morning, mortification settles in. You’re quite literally caged in his embrace. He’ll rapidly shoot out excuses, his face red as a cherry, failing to realize he still hasn’t released you. This doesn’t help strengthen his arguments. 

Blade is more touchy-feely than one might expect. He’d gone so long without positive emotions, but that changed with your debut into his life. If you’re both in the same area, there’s a 90% chance he’s fighting the urge to just… squeeze you. It’s akin to cute aggression. You enter his line of sight and his dopamine skyrockets. The first few times this happened, he mistook the rush for an onset of mara, it’s that intense. There’s little indication of this inner battle from his body language — he appears as apathetic as ever. When you turn your back to him though, he pounces, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head. Good luck getting anything done because he’s here to stay. 

[lolokouhm]

gojo is the type of person who would make you burst out laughing to tears randomly doing the helicopter dick thingy and then, two seconds later, he's the one laughing and you're literally crying cause he's fucking you into oblivion

aww, baby, u crying? not that funny anymore, huh?

[justrustandstardust]

the most interesting thing about gojo satoru's character is his irony.

his abilities, while making him the Strongest, are simultaneously his folly. everything "strong" him is at odds with who he is, what he wants, who he wants. this is why geto's question during the breakup was so debilitating— who is he without power? is power all he is?

the answer is ironic. he has the six-eyes, but he couldn't see geto deteriorating right in front of him. he was honing his power, which was ironically enough a key piece in fuelling geto's defection. his power, which is all he understands himself to be, causes him to lose the person he wants most, which has nothing to do with his power at all.

he has the limitless, but he's limited by love. as a literary device, kenjaku is a physical manifestation of gojo's weakness, of his love— shibuya only happened because he couldn't bring himself to destroy his beloved's body, an unmistakable act of overwhelming sentiment and intimacy. gojo's strength is not unidirectional; it bifurcates and goes in one direction while his overpowering love goes in another, leaving him in some liminal place in between. his love imprisons him in his youth (shown by how he always returns to it) and it also literally imprisons him in a box (the prison realm).

he has infinity, which doesn't let anyone or anything close to him, yet he aches for companionship. gojo forms allies so "no one will ever have to be alone again", because even though he has the world in his hand, it's on the condition that it's his alone. gojo craves closeness (from one person in particular) and his powers literally prevent him from attaining it. his desires are not only in direct opposition with his abilities, his abilities prevent him from fulfilling his desires.

he repeatedly tells megumi that sorcerers are alone when they die, but he stays by geto's side til the very end. after geto appears to "come back", gojo's first instinct is to smile, which goes against any and all logic, six-eyes or not. his barest self betrays him despite the fact that he knows he killed geto with his own hands a year ago. when he confronts kenjaku, he does the inverse of what happened with geto— he defies his six-eyes and looks with his soul, something that should've happened when he asked geto if he was okay all those years ago.

the things that make gojo satoru strong are the same things that make him weak. he is supposedly a god amongst humans, but his folly is that he's the most human of them all. he yearns, he loves, he aches, he craves— gojo satoru knows firsthand that love is the most twisted curse of all because he nakedly bears its cross.

[torusblindfold]

🔞

i just got press on nails and theyre so long and i regret it cause I CANT FUNCTION which got me thinking... telling your 2d man that you cant get yourself off bcs of ur nails and asking them for help 💭

[y3xx]

slow

just, slow down.

warnings/labels - MDNI!!, decided to switch the narrative of a guy actually taking women into consideration (omg!! men who care😱) and decided gojo needs a lil love aka, reader takes gojo into consideration, fem! reader, fluffy smut, pnv, pwp, lil bit of nipple play (i wholeheartedly believe gojo has sensitive nipples, fight the wall), gojos in love, reader shows him how to love (fuck) her.

authors note - you know when people post and say “this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away” i always questioned if they were serious or not but now?? i understand. i’m so in love with the idea of being in love

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when gojo first met you, he didn’t think anything would come of it. he just assumed you’d be another colleague of his but you quickly proved him wrong.

it started with quick, shy glances. those quickly because fleeting touches which would burn his skin and leave a mark ingrained in his brain of where you placed your hand. looks became less shy, touches became more certain and then you asked him out. you asked him out and that day he knew he was hooked. the moment he kissed you, he knew he was going nowhere, his brain already planning your future together. your lips met and he wanted to devour you but before he could go any further you pulled back and murmured something about taking it slow.

“d- did you not like it?” he asked nervously, face burning red.

“no, satoru.” you laughed and his face paled. “i liked it i promise but could we slow it down?” it came out as a question and he was confused on what you meant.

“slow it down?” he repeated, trying to understand what you meant.

“yeah, like…” you didn’t finish your sentence instead leaning in and pressing your lips against his. he let you take the lead, wanting to see what you meant. and he finally understood. your lips moved slowly against his, parting just a bit and breathing him in. you meant slow literally and gojo likes this more. he was used to being rushed, everyone around him expecting him to do any and everything quickly but you didn’t. you let him do things on his own terms and now he was doing them on yours. slow. he was used to women rushing him, just trying to get him into their beds, lips moving hurriedly, all teeth and tongue as they stripped him.

but you, you took your time. when you parted your lips enough to slip your tongue into his mouth, he groaned. your hands trailed down his abdomen and met his, moving them from the harsh grip on your hips to up your back, cradling your body and allowing him to pull you closer. the two of you now flush against each other as gojo hunched over to keep his lips against yours. you licked into his mouth moving your tongue against his, tasting him and taking whatever he’d give to you. you finally let go as you felt light headed from the lack of air and looked up to gojo. for your date tonight he opted for glasses instead of his usual blindfold, he had taken them off when you reached your door and as you stared into his beautiful blue eyes, they were sparkling.

“like that.” you finished your earlier sentence. all he could do was nod dazedly, too entranced by you to actually respond with words. “so i’m gonna go inside now…” you backed away slowly. “you’re welcome to come in if you’d like.” you added.

“god you have no idea what you do to me.” he sighed breathily so caught up in you. “but i can’t. i have um, paperwork.” his voice was raspy and breathy as he panted.

“oh, ok.” you sounded disappointed. and he grabbed you just a bit tighter before you could slip away.

“please don’t think i’m shooting you down.” he was quick to explain himself. “trust me, there is nothing i’d like to do more than come in there with you but if i’m late on my assignments one more time, yaga will be on my ass.” he clarified.

“satoru, you’re fine.” you smiled at him. “i understand, i don’t want you any later on more work than you already are. we can just continue this another time.” you smiled at him. he went in for another kiss and as your lips met you let out a satisfied hum.

“another time.” he agreed. he watched you enter your apartment and then made his way back to his car, when he finally took a seat and looked down, it was exactly as he thought. there he was, sporting a semi in his slacks and he wanted nothing more in the world than to go back to your apartment and ravish you. but he had already promised, another time.

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for a while gojo wasn’t sure another time would happen. curses had been popping up more and more out of nowhere and when he finally got to the bottom of it, it was weeks later and he was scared you wouldn’t be interested in him anymore. but after you reassured him you still wanted to go out with him and understood how important work is he finally got you where he wanted you for weeks.

you were under him in his bed, completely bare for him. he was kissing you slowly, just as you taught him and your hands were all over him. trailing from his back to his chest and you rubbed your thumbs over his nipples jokingly but he had whined into your mouth and you laughed. giggles escaping your mouth and flowing into his. he pulled back to look at you with one of his eyebrows raised. “you like that?” you questioned.

“lil’ bit.” he murmured, his face completely red from you finding out he has sensitive nipples. you laughed some more before gripping his hair and pulling him back down to you.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, i like that you let me touch you, let me figure out what makes you squirm.” you brought his lips back to yours and bucked your hips, his cock soaked in your wetness gliding against your heat and he moaned. he reached over to his nightstand, searching for a condom, pulling back from your lips to look at what he was doing. he finally found the foil packet and tore it open, ready to slide the rubber onto his cock but you stopped him, taking it from him and gliding it onto him instead. he groaned, your hand moving up and down his shaft as you finally got the condom on.

“fuck. fuck, stop.” you looked up at him. “you gotta stop or i’m gonna cum.” his voice was breathless, panting as you continued to move your hand.

“what if i want you to?” you challenged. he shook his head.

“can’t.” he grit his teeth. “fuck, i can’t. when i cum, i wanna be inside you. and it’d be a waste of a condom.” he laughed, you finally took your hand off him and he sighed. he lined his tip up with your entrance, circling it, smearing your slick over the condom and your pussy lips. your hole was clenching around nothing as he teased you.

“please ‘toru. don’t tease me.” you pouted at him and he thought that if you kept looking at him like that, he’d give you the world. he finally pushed in, stretching you open and settling so deep within you. you moaned in bliss as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing against all the spots that made you squirm. he choked on a groan when he finally settled all the way in, you’re so warm and he had to stop moving or he’d be damned to cum too early. he gave you time to adjust to his girth and length and for himself, staving off his orgasm. “you can move now, ‘toru.”

“fuck, just give me a second, please baby, just a second.” he moaned into your neck. you simply rubbed his back as he pressed his entire body flush against yours. he finally felt he was in the clear as the orgasm settled. he sat up, resting his arms beside your head and he started moving, setting a quick rhythmic pace. your nails dug into his lower stomach and he whined, face falling back into your neck.

“‘toru, ‘toru, slow down.” you sighed out, tits bouncing up and down from how fast he was going. he pulled his head up to look into your eyes. “slow down.” you said lowly, not a command but he followed your direction anyway. “i like it slow. like when you take your time.” you told him. you moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, gripping them as you showed him how to move. “l- like that.” you stuttered as he moved at the pace you enjoyed. your back arched, chest pressing against him as his cock rubbed against your walls. your moans were so soft and gentle in his ears. with the way you’re guiding his hips and how slow he’s moving he can really feel you and while he’s used to the fast pace of sex this is different. good different.

every time he pulls out and pushes back in he can feel you clenching around him, every twitch and clench of your pussy, he can feel and it has his head reeling. he’s never felt this good and he can feel his orgasm building again. his stomach is clenching and his hips are twitching with his every movement. your moans spur on his own and he’s whining into your ear. his hand moves to rub your clit causing your eyes to roll back and choke on a moan. “‘toru,” his name falling from your lips has a visible affect on him as he caves in on himself. “‘toru, i’m gonna cum.” your voice is high pitched, your knees locking around gojos hips as he keeps pressing into your sweet spot and rubbing your clit. your thighs are twitching and you clench so tightly around him he has to grit his teeth.

your back arches as your orgasm washes over you and you go completely silent. it takes you in waves, starting from the pit of your stomach and flowing throughout the rest of your body. your mind is completely blank, all you can see and hear is white and you don’t notice you start crying out for gojo, pulling him down into your grasp. he falls into you as your entire body trembles, shaking as you cum. your chest is heaving as you come to, body shaking as gojo keeps thrusting and rubbing your bundle of nerves. you feel his hips stutter against yours and his back tensing, he’s trying so hard to not cum yet, wanting at least one more orgasm out of you. he’s shocked he made it this far and he’s determined to keep going but you have other plans.

you grip his hair and turn yourself towards his ear nibbling at it and your other hand comes up to his chest and rubs over his nipple. you suck and bite at the skin behind his ear, the sensitive part you found earlier. your thumb and index finger tweak his nipple, pinching and twisting it. “want you to cum ‘toru. want to see how pretty you look when you cum in me.” he whines loudly into your ear. he’s trying so hard to not cum but when you play with his body they way you are and whisper in his ear so prettily, who is he to disobey you? his hips slam into yours one more time and he buries himself in you, trying to get as close as possible.

just as yours, his orgasm starts in his lower stomach but he swears he can feel it in his soul. he’s moaning and whining loudly in your ear as you continue to lick and prod at his body and he shakes. he’s stuttering over words, trying to tell you how good he feels but fails, his body won’t let him. his hips are grinding into yours, grinding into your clit and his cock is twitching as he shoots his load into the condom. he cums so hard for the first time in his life since he was a teenager, he swears he’s going to pass out. you’re still pinching his nipple and biting his ear, dragging his orgasm out as rope, after rope, after rope, leak from his over sensitive tip. he’s crying now, tears falling onto the skin of your neck as he keeps cumming. there’s so much of it he fears it will leak out of the condom but is that so bad? to see his cum leak out of your clenching hole and he wishes that you would have let him go bare. he prays to god you’ll let him fuck you without a condom next time.

his body finally calms down and he falls slack on top of you, cock still twitching deep in you. he’s panting heavily, his chest finally filling with air after holding his breath for so long. you move slightly, just trying to get comfortable and he cries out. “fuck don’t move, ‘s sensitive.” he sobs, voice so high he barely recognizes himself. you freeze in your spot and murmur apologies, kissing wherever you can reach and rubbing both your hands up and down his back. he’s still shaking and you fear it won’t stop.

“satoru.” you say worriedly. “are you ok?” you’re concerned, so concerned. you hadn’t meant to harm him, you really hadn’t but now you’re afraid you had. he laughs but stops almost immediately when it causes his hips the slightest movement.

“m’ ok.” he mumbles. “jus… i’ve never cum that hard.”

“oh…” you’re surprised, to say the least. while you know gojo isn’t the most popular with girls - he’ll never actually admit it out loud but he’s too afraid to actually approach a woman, past relationships and flings were initiated by the female counterpart - you expected him to have better experiences than you. he finally pulls out, mustering enough strength from his body that feels like jelly, pulling off them condom, throwing it to where he hopes the trash can is and collapsing beside you. he falls onto his stomach and places his head on a pillow to look at you.

“are you ok?” he mumbles sleepily, he’s never usually worn out after sex but you’ve gotten to him and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’m ok.” you move closer to him, resting your head on your hand that was supported by your arm and trailing your fingers up and down his back, tracing the freckles and blemishes there.

“i really like you, y’know.” you blush at his words.

“i really like you too.”

“i was being serious.” you raise an eyebrow at him, questioning what he meant. “i’ve never cum that hard. i don’t think anyone’s ever taken their time to see what i like. but you did. you always see what i’m ok with before anything. thank you.” his eyes are falling shut.

“you’re welcome.” you whisper leaning over to press a kiss into his hair, ready to turn on your other side and fall alseep but gojo wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him. tangling his body with yours before pulling his comforter over you two and passing out. you look at him and giggle. just as him, you could get used to this.

of course you two don’t always take it slow over the course of your relationship. you both have your moments when you’re begging for more, faster but gojo likes when you’re like this and he enjoys taking his time with you and slowing down.

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i’m in heat. (it’s ovulation week.)