#gojo flirt

[filynxs]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ You Don‘t Own Me.

Part 2

⚝ Satoru Gojo is a model agent who found you, a beautiful young lady who has nothing to loose. You accepted his irresistible offer to model for his agency, and you will do anything he wants to earn money. Part 1: here

⚝ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

⚝ sexual content; 18+; tease

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"This is where you are weak, right?" Gojo purrs into your ear as he slides his finger over your womanhood, hitting your sweetest spot with his fingertips.

You arch your back in reply, and a needy moan escapes you.

Little did you know that you would end up in Satoru Gojo‘s bed after your first photoshoot. But here you are, lying below him without any clothes on. Your legs are spread wide for him, and your pussy is dripping wetness.

He has been teasing you the entire time, making you come several times just by using his fingers on you. You are dripping wet, but he won‘t give you his cock just yet.

"Yeah," he breaths, pressing himself against you, "I have noticed that you like it when I touch you there."

Your clit is swollen, throbbing against his fingers as he gently caresses it. The way how he plays with that one spot makes you go crazy, and a searing heat forms in your core that flows through your body.

Shallowly breathing, you grind yourself against his hand, and he lets out a soft chuckle. He loves the sight of you trying to come, and he knows that only a few caresses are needed to make you do so.

But then, he pulls his hand away from your eager pussy, and you look at him in confusion. He simply grins at you before grabbing something out of his nightstand.

Your heart beats faster as you see that he has something big in his hand. However, you can‘t see what it is. Seconds pass in which you await something to happen. Seconds in which a heavy and steamy silence lies in the air.

Sliding his index finger over your slick folds, he makes you gasp in reply. His touch sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," he whispers while his eyes stay focused on your pussy, making you feel even more aroused. The way how his hungry gaze eats you up lets a heat wash through your veins, "you‘re wet enough."

"Are you going to fuck me now?" you ask him, your voice being barely above a tiny whisper. Shakiness lies in your voice as you speak to him.

Without answering he thrusts something into your wet walls. So this is what he grabbed from his nightstand. You feel the cold silicone deep inside you, filling up every tiny inch of your hole. A little moan escapes your lips.

"Not yet." he says sensually, brushing his lips down your stomach while keeping that thing inside you. Kissing every spot his lips come across, he finally reaches your clit that throbs against his tongue.

Flicking his tongue over it, he chuckles against it after making you squirm. The feeling of his actions sends electricity through your whole body.

What shocks you most, though, is what he is doing next. He turns on the vibrator he has kept inside your walls, and you groan in pleasure as the vibrators caresses your inside. Burying your hand in his fluffy, white hair, you move your hips against his tongue and the vibrator that stays inside you.

"Feels good?" Gojo asks with a cheeky grin before beginning to suck on your clit. He holds you on your hips as he keeps his face between your trembling legs.

You eagerly nod in response, not being able to form any proper sentences anymore. The only thing you can think about is the pleasure you feel. Heavy breaths escape your mouth, and you can‘t help but let out noises of delight.

As you look down you see that he is keeping his shiny blue eyes on yours the entire time, watching you react to what he is doing to you. The way how he is looking at you seems like he is asking you "Do you feel what I‘m doing to you?" and this sight turns you on even more. It makes your thoughts go wilder.

The heat that is burning inside your core bursts into glowing flames and the urge to come is strong. And he can sense that only a few more caresses are needed to get you to come.

Thus he gently begins to move the vibrator in and out of you, while sucking on your clit with his skilled mouth. His thrusts become harder and faster, and your grip into his hair tightens.

You arch your back like a kitten, pressing your crotch against him as you lay your legs down onto his shoulders.

It‘s not clear to you if you have ever felt like this. The way how he plays with you drives you insane until it pushes you to the limit of delight, causing you to groan in ecstasy as you come. You come hard, squirting all over his mouth and coating the buzzing vibrator inside you.

A loud "Fuck!" escapes you the moment you reach the peak of pleasure, and you pant and gasp for air. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, pumping the arousal through your veins.

You look down at Gojo, who now easily pulls the vibrator out of you after turning it off. Because you are so wet, it slides out of your pussy with ease. Biting your lip, you study his amused as well as excited expression as he seductively licks your sweet nectar off his lips. He gazes right back at you while doing so, and a grin plays on his face.

"You taste so sweet." he exclaims with a dirty and soft chuckle, licking your cum off his fingers as well.

Blood rushes into your cheeks, causing them to dye in a cute pink. Sweat is apparent on your forehead, showing just how much you like this.

Sliding your finger over your wetness, you lick it off it, tasting yourself in your mouth. You nod in reply, and flash him a small smile. He looks at you with surprise in his eyes and an excited grin on his lips. The sight of you doing so causes his cock to twitch in arousal, if it didn‘t already.

He moves up to your face, his nose touching yours. His breath brushes your hot cheeks, and causes a shiver to run down your spine. You two are catching your breath, just looking into each other‘s eyes in lust.

His lips then catch yours in a searing and eager kiss, your tongue dancing together with his. You can taste yourself on his lips, which causes your heart to race even faster.

With his hand he gropes your soft breast tenderly, gently caressing it with his fingers that softly pull on your hard nipple. You can feel the tip of his cock poking your entrance, thus your legs tremble in excitement as you are eagerly awaiting his entire length deep inside you.

"Y/N," he moans against your lips during the intense kiss which grows even wilder and hotter, "I wanna take you from behind."

Your kiss is filled with lust and excitement, and it seems like you are both not able to contain yourself anymore. You want to devour each other, taste every single drop.

As you separate, not much time passes until you lie on your stomach, stretching your round butt out to him. You prop your arms on the mattress, but Gojo immediately guides your upper body down onto the mattress again.

"Face down, ass up." he simply says, letting his hands wander over your back until reaching your ass. Your skin feels so soft to his fingers, as if he is touching a cloud.

Your cum drips down from your pussy that is entirely exposed to his hungry gaze.

He slides his finger over your folds, gently spreading them apart to test just how ready you are. And you are damn ready. You were ready the whole time, and now that he is right behind you, you bite your lower lip in excitement.

Rubbing your nectar onto his whole length, he proceeds to press himself against you, letting his tip enter your walls. You both gasp at the feeling, thus Gojo continues to thrust himself further into your wet warmth.

The way how your pussy wraps around his cock drives him crazy, and you can hear him groaning softly as he starts to move inside you. His moans sound like music to your ears, pairing with yours and sounding like a melody together.

You grip into the bedsheets as he moves faster, thrusting in and out of you with an increasing pace. He slides into your pussy with such an ease because of your wetness that drips down onto his cock, hugging him.

His fingers dig into your skin, and his hips slam against your asscheeks, creating a wet sound that echoes in his large bedroom.

"Your pussy feels amazing." he grunts, caressing your back with one hand that slides up to the back of your neck, gently squeezing it, "What a good girl you are."

A heat takes over your core, and you rub your clit as you feel yourself coming closer to your climax. The vibrator or his fingers have been pleasing you already, but his cock is on another dimension. His thick shaft which he buries deep inside you brings you to higher levels of delight which you could never experience yet.

This feeling of delight is what you reach, and your entire body shudders as you come all over his cock, your warm liquid coating his shaft. The sight and the feeling of you coming onto his cock makes him groan in pleasure, and he reaches the peak of satisfaction after a few more thrusts into you. His warm seed fills every tiny inch of you up.

He moans in delight, his hips jerking against your ass as he rides out his intense orgasm. His hands stroke your soft butt, tenderly caressing it as he slows down his movements. Gently pulling out of your tightened walls, he muses how his cum is leaking out of you. He grins, his pant escaping his parted lips.

You look over your shoulder back at him, gasping for air. The sight of it makes him crazy, and his cock twitches in eagerness.

Turning around on the mattress and kneeling in front of him, you gaze up at him and bite your lip. Your hand wanders to his semi hard cock, caressing its wet and soft skin.

"Now it‘s my turn to make you come."

[augustinewrites]

megumi who tells fushigojo mom about every instance someone tries to flirt with satoru at the park/grocery store/during school pickup AND drives them off immediately once he realizes what’s happening

[teddybeartoji]

彡 HE'S ANNOYING AND BEAUTIFUL AND HE'S GOING TO RUIN YOUR FUCKING DAY

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; con-artists au, crack, he's stupid, he also has a massive fucking crush on you (and you're no better btw), reader smokes a cigarette gasp!! oh and reader is wearing a suit wc: 2.2k

+ a few hours later...

the spring sun warms your skin as sit on a little bench on top of the hill that overlooks your destination. a castle – it's fancy, fanciest you've ever seen. it's fucking massive and you can't help but wonder, how it would feel to sprint through the long beautiful hallways of the place...

way too many super cars are lined up in front of it and their various colors are making your eyes hurt. people in stunning dresses and equally stunning suits spill out of the machines and they laugh and roar, smoke blowing from their noses and lips as they flex their expensive pipes and cigarette holders. bald men with terrible mustaches flood your vision and you decide that you've had enough for the moment and let your head fall back. this is your last chance to recharge before the work begins.

digging in your inner suit pocket, you pull out a silver cigarette case with a beautiful engraving on it. memories reside in the little crevices of the art and the thoughts make a sentimental (albeit an annoying one. you'd never do this in front of him.) smile tug at the corners of your lips. the tiny machine was part of a set, a gift for you.

you try not to think about that for too long.

patting the side of your upper thigh, you dig out a lighter. it's just a plastic one; it's old as hell and it has definitely seen better days. but despite its tired look, you still consider it a friend, a partner, a helping hand.

you grab a cig from the box and place it between your lips before pocket the case again. the lighter is warm in your hands as you stare at the design on it. swirls and lines run all across the silver, dancing and merging together. a lot of memories are buried in the cracks of them and a sentimental smile tugs on the corners of your lips.

click! click! click!

perhaps today is the day you'll lay it to rest. there's no fire, no heat, but you're not mad. the cigarette hangs from your lips and you let out a sigh. you lean back onto your hand and close your eyes; if you won't get your final energy boost from nicotine, the sun will have to do it.

a gust of wind brushes over your skin, it cards through your hair and you feel alive. the laughter from down below finds it way up to you and it makes you crack a grin yourself – these rich pricks won't know what hit them. this'll be an easy job, no sweat. in and out, it'll only take a few hours tops if everything goes without a hitc—

click!

time slows.

cracking open an eye, you watch the stick catch fire.

engravings in silver – a perfect match to the ones on the case that's hiding comfortably in your chest pocket. right beside your heart. pale, slender fingers and manicured nails, a perfectly fitted sleeve – it's him. trailing up his arm with your eye, his cologne fills your nostrils and you realize that he's standing way closer than you thought.

it takes a mere two seconds and you craning your neck to meet his eyes. they match the clear sky, the only difference being that while birds twirl and dance in the blue ocean up above your heads, little stars twinkle in his.

satoru gojo.

and his stupid fucking smile.

you hate him.

he snaps the little silver machine shut before placing it back into his pocket with one swift move. his pearly white teeth shine under the blinding sun and the sight of his dimples makes your stomach churn. silly butterflies.

staring up at him, you hollow your cheeks and breathe in the smoke. it travels through your mouth and makes its way deep into your lungs. he's patient. the grey fog fills your organs and you let it simmer before letting out out again. you blow it at him but he doesn't budge; your eyes look so pretty in this light. he watches your lips curl into a pretty little smirk and then he's already being blessed with your saccharine voice. "gojo."

he does a dramatic bow as he stands before you – his one hand behind his back and the other on his heart. "my beloved."

the hum and the eye roll you award him with warm his insides. he straightens his spine and locks both his hands behind him, almost making him look like an innocent, virtuous person. it's that charming smile of his that's able to save him from just about everything. his ability to bare his teeth in the most endearing way pisses you off.

it really fucking does.

he twirls on his heel and the gentle gust of wind ruffles his snowy hair. he eyes the castle below and the little ant-people that buzz in front of it.

"you got an invite?" he asks in a sing-song voice. he seems excited. that's a bad thing for you. he will ruin your plans, you already know it.

"i did not."

you don't need to see his face to know that his smile has stretched even wider. you hate it. he quirps a little "hm" before spinning back around. his hand dips into his inner suit pocket and returns with an ivory envelope. his eyelashes flutter shut as he dramatically fans his face with it.

you hate him.

"that's too bad. they have this cool new system – they give you a keycard. they check it at the door, of course, but after that you can just go wild with it." he paces around in front of you while you just inhale the smoke back into your lungs as a way to alleviate the fact that he's going to ramble about a fucking key card. "there are tiers, you see. the smaller guys just get to use it as the invite while others..."

he turns to you with a big grin. "can actually open some super secret doors."

he flicks the envelope just to show it off some more and you wish you could suffocate him with the cigarette smoke. or maybe you should just push him off this damn hill instead.

"not that you would know anything about it though..." his words trail off as his eyes snake their way up from the ground and to your pretty face.

"and you're one of the big guys then, i presume?"

your remark is like water off a duck's back. it's the exact opposite actually – it only eggs him on. he watches the smoke slip from between your lips as you try to bite him back, he watches your chest fall; you look handsome in your suit. he's never seen you in an outfit like this - sure, he's seen you in some fancy fits before but this... takes the crown for sure.

you almost look like you belong here, though he skeptical on whether you'd think of that as a compliment or not. he doesn't say it, opting for something else.

"you look good– "

"you look good."

damn.

you blink up at him, he blinks down on you. he fiddles with his fingers behind his back and he bites back the comment he wants to make about you complimenting him, about you two speaking at the same time. something about being partners, something-something.

he does look good.

he's also wearing a gorgeous black suit on top of a pearly white shirt and a matching black bowtie adorns his neck, and it looks like he did try to style his hair just a little, but you know him – you know he likes it when the wind messes it up. he always says it makes him look more rugged.

you assume he doesn't know what the word means.

silence falls upon the two of you, engulfing you in this comfortable little bubble. your lips wrap around the cigarette again and he pockets the envelope in his hand.

"y'think so?"

he asks for praise so nonchalantly that you almost give in. "...maybe."

satoru's chest puff up and his eyes light up even more than ever – you regret your decision to tell him that. his lips part but you don't give him a chance to tease you any further.

you shake the cigarette butt before pushing yourself off the bench. satoru observes you, always so excited about everything you do. he can't tear his eyes from you. placing the cig back between your lips, you approach the man in front of you in a confident stride.

without locking eyes with him, you take your place a little bit too close in front of him and casually reach for his tie. satoru's breath hitches at the sudden proximity but he doesn't back away. you tug at the edges of it, your eyebrows furrowing in the process. you look cute, all concentrated and everything. his smile makes its way back onto his lips as he stares at you and his hands twitch at his sides.

smoke dances in the air as you take your time to fix his tie; the sun melts the two of you together as the silence settles around you again. the breeze plays with his hair some more, it grazes the apples of your cheeks and it's refreshing. this feels like the old times.

"smoking kills, you know."

his voice is barely above a whisper and you snort at him. "so do cars, dipshit."

"hm, douche."

you send a sharp glare at him and he doesn't even try to hold his ever-growing grin. the stupid fucking butterflies in your stomach are making you sick. he's about to say something ridiculous again, so you rush to give his earlobe a gentle-not-so-gentle tug. you laugh at the way he winces and the way his skin turns a dark shade of pink in a matter of seconds; it manages to bloom all over his ears and the apples of his cheeks before he decides to swat your hand away.

your eyes and the tingling pain in his ear are enough to distract him from your wandering hands. skilled fingers dip under the front of his suit jacket as you lean forward to whisper to him. "it's touché."

his eyes glue themselves onto the cigarette in your mouth, between your pretty lips, giving you more than enough time to swipe the envelope from his chest pocket with ease.

"right..."

dusting off some imaginary dust from his shoulder, you cock your head to the side and take the cigarette from your lips while giving him another good look. how could you not? despite his god-awful personality and his tendency to screw up every single one of your plans in one way or another – he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. from this angle you could count the freckles that are scattered across his nose and cheeks, hell – you could count his damn eyelashes if you really wanted to.

(you kind of do.)

while he's being bewitched by you and your eyes and your perfume and the damn smoking stick in your hand, you hide the envelope behind your back. you make use of the promiximity between you two, your own body concealing the movement of you tucking the thing under your own suit jacket and into the waistband of your pants. you're here to steal afterall.

satoru rubs his ear and feigns a pout. it's the fakest one you've seen yet, but then a dopey smile makes it's way onto his lips and for a second you think that your plan didn't work, that he felt it, that he saw it—

"you know... if you wanted satoru to just get you an invite, you should've just said so, sweetheart."

...

you stare at him with a blank face and he shines right back at you. he plucks the cigarette from your hand and throws it to the ground, stomping on the thing, he puts out the light with the heel of his foot.

"but... since you didn't ask for it, since you didn't ask for satoru's help... you'll have to find your own way in, yeah?" he's way too smug, too arrongant and the only thing that's making you feel better is the thought of him being shut out from the party because he doesn't have the invite. anymore.

"stop referring to yourself in third person, it makes you look stupid."

"you don't think i look stupid in the first place then?"

.............

you can't wait for this day to be over.

"alright. go now. run along, little prince." you give his shoulder a shove but he refuses to back away, leaning closer a little instead.

"are you gonna be okay out here, hm? all alone? no keycard or nothing?"

even his breath smells good. you want to punch him.

"don't worry about me, gojo. i'm sure i'll figure something out."

"ahh! you always do! and that's why you're the greatest, baby!" wincing at the volume of his tone, you clench your jaw and press your teeth together. satoru loves it when you do that. "don't take too long, okay? i'll miss you."

he offers you another fake pout and turns around on his heel, but not before giving you a wink. he looks over his shoulder for the last time and...

"don't forget to throw away the cig! littering isn't sexy!"

he's so overbearingly annoying and he will so ruin your fucking plans.

[bluebeesknees]

A little spicy sequel to the cherry blossom piece! 🌸

(It’ll be up on my p8treon when it’s done)

[woahjo]

ooooo im thinking about a really sweet reader and campus flirt gojo...

he's got a bit of a reputation as a flirt and he seems to date girls a little too casually, though he's always a gentleman about it (very single minded)... except when it comes to you. for some reason, when satoru is around you, flirtation turns into outright seduction and he is anything but a gentleman. the worst of it is that you pretty much let him do whatever he wants with you.

you're a sweet girl with good grades and a good head on your shoulders. a virgin when you met him, though that's long since down the drain, and your impression to most other people is that you're somewhat straight laced. depsite being so sweet... you're a little slutty. just a little. you can't really help it. you like when satoru whispers in your ear about what he wants to do to you, even in public. you like when he stands just a little too close, when he pats your ass when no one is looking. you like the way heat builds on your face. it's embarrassing, but it's good.

so, you're just a little slutty when it comes to him. you don't want to be, but you can't help it and satoru seems to like that you'll let him feel you up in stairwells if he asks, that you're so malleable when it comes to him. you'll let him do anything because you like the fact that he wants to do it at all.

sometimes, satoru looks at you like he wants to eat you, like you're a meal. he's so single minded, so focused only on you, but the worry never leaves your head that he thinks you're easy. you let him kiss you when he asks, feel you up when he asks, spread your legs and stick his tongue between your thighs when he asks. you're not an easy girl, it's just that satoru does something to you. you can't really resist it.

of course, the flip side of this coin—the side you can't see—is that while satoru may be a flirt, he doesn't sleep around. for some reason, call it hunger, he just can't seem to keep it in his pants when he's around you.

[sidsinning]

In both the sub and dub,,,the way Gojo says "I'm here to rescue you, Utahime. You crying?"

The FLIRT

"He wasn't flirting with her!!"

Says the millions of thirst edits with this scene but ok fam 🙈

[justjams7787]

this is the most i will ever draw of a bg...

[tonitart]

Gojo would definitely drive a Miata to do this

[notsunnyowo]

Iᖴ YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗷEᗩT TᕼEᗰ - ᒍOIᑎ 'Eᗰ

ᑭᗩᖇT 2

Part 1

Summary: After experiencing the thrill of being flustered for the first time - Satoru Gojo decides he needs to feel it again

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 631

Satoru Gojo was on a mission.

Get the pretty new girl in his class to flirt back with him.

Ever since getting a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the flirting game, Satoru was hooked.

He desperately needed to feel the same emotions the new girl had somehow managed to stir within him.

And he was going to get what he wanted.

He always did.

And so- That's how his 'mission' started.

After that fateful day in your classroom, Satoru stepped up his game. He was a determined young fella. One that, when he set his mind to something, did everything in his power to obtain his goal.

Yet despite Satoru's persistence, you didn't seem to be doing what he was hoping for so desperately. That, however, didn't necessarily mean that his actions weren't getting to you. You hadn't even realized it when you started to actually enjoy his flirting attempts.

"Oh? What's this?" Satoru chirped, large frame shifting as he looked down at you. "You, giving me the time of day?" He grinned. Earlier that day, Satoru had come to you with another cheezy pick-up line and you'd actually giggled at it. To say that the young sorcerer was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was on cloud nine. "What's changed?" He cooed, tone dropping an octave as he continued. "Finally admit I'm hot as hell?~" Looking back at him, you tried to hold your serious expression, you really did, but there was something about the way Satoru had you practically pinned against the wall made your expression falter. You could feel the rosy blush slowly climbing up your neck, threatening to tint your checks with its vibrant rosy color. "You wish." Your reply was short, for you feared that if you were to continue speaking Gojo might notice the falter in your voice. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart thumped faster with each passing moment you spent so close to him. Letting out an amused chuckle Satoru teased. "You're such a bad liar, sweetcheeks." Gently raising a hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him he continued. "You know I've been trying to date you for how long..? -Think it's been around six months." He said referring to somewhere in the beginning of the school year. "And yet, you're still givin' me the cold shoulder." God he was so close. Way too close. "What's a guy gotta do to get a date with you huh?" His words were so smooth, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. You'd think they were some rehearsed lines for a romance movie. As your eyes met with his, you could feel the way your body reacted to him. The way goosebumps traveled across your torso to your arms, not to mention the way heat rushed to your cheeks. Fuck it. "That's what you want?" You asked, shooing his hand away from your face. "Fine then. You can take me out on a date this weekend." Did he hear that right? Did you really just agree to go out on a date with him? And that easily?? There it was again. That familiar warm feeling in his chest. Satoru looked back at you, his checks involuntarily turning a soft shade of pink. If you only knew the things you did to him. "Pick you up at seven, sweetcheeks." Quickly composing himself the young man took a step back from you. And with that he left, mostly because Satoru wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his excitement in him and not let it show. Meanwhile you were left there staring at his retreating form, with an amused smile on your lips. "Let's see what you've got, Satoru Gojo."

Author Note:

Wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping so it might not be the best-

Regardless I hope you had fun reading! :)

[hellomayu]

actor geto visiting gojo after photoshoot 🎬✨

[mielplante]

they're waiting for shoko

[filynxs]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Bullies. I part four

art by @kcokaine

pov: After a tiring day at school, accompanied by bruises, annoying projects, and two idiots who wouldn‘t stop frustrating you, you could finally go home. At least that was what you wanted to do. But Sukuna and Satoru couldn‘t let you leave just yet…

pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader x Sukuna

content: bullies x reader, polygamy, tension, students of full age (18), confession

a/n: read part one here, part two here, and part three here

song: Shameless - Camila Cabello

tags: @whosmarjj @flxrartsstuff

The classroom was emptying as more students left, and you were still packing your things into your backpack. You took your time because you didn‘t like to rush out of the room together with all the many other students.

A deep exhale escaped you when you put your backpack on your back. The day was finally over, and you couldn‘t wait to arrive at home and calm yourself down.

Because of the wound on your head and your visit at the school‘s infirmary, your teacher had asked you about what had happened to you. He was worried and perplexed, knowing that you normally aren‘t a student who got into arguments. Nevertheless, you didn‘t explain your situation to him — you wanted to handle it yourself instead.

When you put your chair on top of the table, someone grabbed your backpack and pulled you backwards. Your back faced the wall, and Satoru and Sukuna stepped into your sight.

"You two," you noted with a calm tone, your voice trailing off as you sighed. "What do you want?"

"Don‘t act stupid," Sukuna huffed, his tone of voice guttural and sharp. When he was about to step toward you, Satoru laid his hand on his shoulder, holding him back.

You furrowed your brows in hatred, sensing your rapid heartbeat deep inside your chest. And somehow, the wound on the side of your head didn‘t hurt anymore.

"Why are you guys putting so much pressure onto me?" you asked them, your loud voice audible in the walls of the empty classroom. "If you know it, then why are you forcing me to say it out loud?"

Satoru took a deep breath in reply, stepping toward you. His eyes stayed on yours, not daring to leave even for a split second. Slowly, he raised his hand to your cheek, gently pulling the patch off your temple. He crooked his head when he looked at your healed wound, not seeing a single hint of it anymore. It was like your wound vanished, and it didn‘t even leave a scar.

"Because you should stop suffering," Satoru uttered, throwing the patch away.

You slid your hand gently over the spot where your wound had been, and your lips parted as the only thing you could feel beneath your palm was unharmed, soft skin.

Sukuna crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head.

"Don‘t act so surprised," he growled, arching a brow. "You knew about your powers." He wavered for a sheer moment, taking in the neutral look on your face when you gazed back into his red eyes. "With enough pain and anger, your cursed technique activates itself."

You clenched your hands into fists at his lecture, irritated by him explaining your own technique to you. A scowl emerged on your face, and the fact that the two were able to expose your cursed technique just like that caused your heart to race. At this point, you didn‘t even care about admitting it anymore. You didn‘t want to suppress the power within you anymore. You wanted to let go…

"So what?" you hissed, folding your hands together to form the figure of a wolf. Your hands were shaking, your fingers tightly intertwined.

Satoru‘s and Sukuna‘s grins widened, and they took a step back when your presence began to strengthen.

"What if I do possess cursed energy?" you called out to them, and your hand figure made a wolf appear next to you. "Will you try and steal it from me?" The wolf howled after your speech, growling at the two guys across from you.

When your wolf was about to run towards the two and attack them, they only raised one of their arms and made the wolf disappear with ease. There was no pressure behind their encounter — as if the wolf was merely a cloud of dusk they waved off.

You calmed down with a few breaths you took, your chest heaving with each one of it.

"What know?" you inquired, but the reply you got was an amused chuckle from them.

They stepped closer to you, practically trapping you against the wall when each of them propped an arm on it. The sudden proximity and shift in the mood startled you, and you could feel their breaths grazing your cheeks.

"You think we would steal your powers?" Sukuna asked you with a deep chuckle, and you glanced over to him. His red eyes weren‘t piercing you anymore. They looked rather warm and embracing.

"We wouldn‘t," Satoru stated. "Because we don‘t need to. After all, we are the strongest." Your eyes moved to his as he spoke, his voice soothingly calm in contrast to his indifferent way of speaking earlier that day.

Your eyes narrowed and your gaze sharpened. Perplexity filled your veins, and you didn‘t know how to react.

"But why are you doing all this?" you asked, your voice raising ever so slightly as it was tinted by confusion.

With his hand, Satoru tenderly lifted your chin.

"We don‘t want you to hide yourself," he spoke tenderly, in a way that made your heartbeat calm down. While your mind was clouded by numerous questions and thoughts, your body knew it could let its guard down, climbing down from that high level of anxiety.

"You have a powerful cursed energy," Sukuna talked to you, wavering as his fingers gently stroked your cheek. "You could become a strong sorcerer, but if you hide yourself like that, you‘ll never get anywhere."

Their different fragrances mixed in the air, flowing into your nose and creating an entirely new smell that made your deafening thoughts go quiet. For the first time in your life, you were able to calm down and not be scared.

"But why did you hurt me?" Your voice was soft when you spoke out your question, your breath catching in your throat after. You glanced at Sukuna while he took a deep breath.

You already knew what they would bd going to answer. That everything they did was a mere provocation to trigger your powers — that you were the only one to defend yourself or not.

"Why didn‘t you heal yourself?" he asked back, crooking his head.

"It was rough how we treated you," Satoru wavered, "but it was always up to you whether you wanted to use your powers or not. You decided against it."

"My mother—"

"Your mother?" Sukuna cut you off, leaning down to your ear. "As one in possession of cursed energy, you should never blame someone else for your decisions."

You stared at them for a moment, inhaling sharply. It was difficult for you to admit yourself that somehow they were right. Your mother was worried about your powers getting stolen, but it was still up to you wether you wanted to show them or not. It was on you whether you would heal your wounds or not. Only you could have done it, but you didn‘t.

When they talked to you like that, it felt like you opened your eyes for the first time — and it felt good.

"Fine," you huffed softly, brushing their hands off your face. "Maybe you aren‘t so wrong after all." The two raised their brows at your decisive tone of voice, glancing at each other before looking back down at you. "But you could have been a bit gentler to me, at least!"

You took your heavy backpack from your shoulders and threw it into Satoru‘s arms, causing him to gasp softly when he caught it.

"You owe me something," you said, walking past the two of them and out of the classroom. You didn‘t have to wait for them to follow you — you knew they would. After all, it was you.

[gojonanami]

thinking about college fuckboi! gojo who is paired up reader on a class project. so he flirts with her, but she doesn’t notice and continues working. throughout the entire project he flirts with her and it does nothing to her until he finally is like, “don’t you know I’m flirting with you?” and she just stares at him and laughs, shaking her head before walking away.

and he decides he just has to have her.

[seiwas]

instagram dump with your selfship! (model/actor!au sel x satoru ver.)

seltoru behind-the-scenes dump — work days and winding down~

liked by sstoru and others

sellybelly last week's shenanigans ✨ 1: shoot day! 📸 2: nails sponsored by mr. gojo satoru 💅 3. loved our outfits for the awards 🥺 (thank you dior! 💫) 4. that feeling when you change into home clothes tho >> 5. maybe he's pretty sometimes 🙄 6. caught him in the act (texting me during a meeting 😭) 7. satoru in hair & makeup (some good sleep he's had there 🤧) 8. our lil treat to end the week 🍓😋 9. phone hijacked by mr. gojo satoru 🧿🧿 👁️👁️

sstoru knew you were obsessed with me 😌

thanks for the tag my love @tteokdoroki this was so so fun 🥺 tagging: anyone else who wants to do this!! it's so pretty and so fun 🥺

[whispers-of-lilith]

You: I don't know, sometimes I just feel like doing something stupid, ya know?

Gojo: I'm stupid, do me.

[yuwuta]

How do you think yuta would reacts with an obsessive partner? not to the point of being a yandere but pretty close

honestly…. not even sure that he wouldn’t realize that it’s Weird behavior like he’s so strange and his perceptions of everything are so skewed he might just think it’s completely normal like those celebrity couples you occasionally hear weird ass things about, but you know that to them it’s the norm…. weird and obsessive for weird and obsessive, i like it 

there’s also the chance that it takes a partner being as obsessive as him for him to realize things are not normal lmfaooooo. that doesn’t mean he won’t like it, but you two being each other’s wake up calls is funny 😭

in general tho, yuuta seems like he’s dissapointed/pouty when you don’t threaten to like, handcuff him to the couch or something like he almost wants you to be strangely obsessed with him lololololllll doesn’t have to be all the time, but he wouldn’t be opposed to getting smacked every now and then…. threatened to be locked in a room just bc you’re ovulating and you don’t want anybody else to perceive him sounds like a good time to him…. average desires for a boy like him... the need to be Kept is so strong w him, you could honestly be as possessive as you want