#gojo reader

[baobei-bu]

[wisecura]

You Did What?

Kouhai Satoru Gojo x f!Senpai-Reader (age gap) 5k

an: this is apart of a request I got not too long ago for an arranged marriage with an age gap for my star bby Gojo. The second one is coming out very soon for the reversal (he's a bit older than you).

summary: Satoru Gojo was your over-the-top, unbearable, yet strangely endearing kouhai back in school. Maybe you were just a little too sweet to him, though, because now he's showing up at your door with a marriage proposal in hand.

MINORS DNI AFTER THIS POINT.

warnings: obsessive behaviors, noncon/dubcon, arranged marriage, power play, domineering subby, possessive behavior, small jealousy, implied stalking, fingering, popped cherries, he's a good boy, age gap, usage of the word 'little' (might be a lil belittling), minors DNI, not entirely heavily proofread

Life in Tokyo had been nothing short of abysmal.

Between the tiny, overpriced shoebox apartments and the always-packed streets, it wasn’t exactly the dream you'd had in mind. But hey, at least everything you needed was within walking distance. 

And yeah, you were always zipping out of town for work, trying to carve out your spot in the pecking order. Just 22, rocking your first real job and your own place, but your social life?

Nonexistent.

You could whine about it, but what's the point?

Whenever you caught up with old classmates, you’d play it cool, telling them you were out living it up, just so they wouldn’t worry. Pretty sure they were spinning the same tales to you. In your line of work, there’s not much room to be anything but selfless.

You kept in touch with a few underclassmen, especially the clingiest of them all—Satoru Gojo. Normally, you wouldn’t bother, you were several classes ahead of him, after all. He only graduated last summer, turned 19 in the winter, and then took over as the head of the Gojo clan that next summer.

But ever since you graduated, he’s been all over your lock screen, bombarding you with texts. A quiet day meant only getting 12 messages. In high school, he was just as clingy, but at least back then, he could just hang around you in person instead of blowing up your phone.

You’d think he’d have outgrown this by now, but nope—by noon today, you’ve already racked up 7 messages from him. It’s kind of cute, sometimes. But let’s be real, trying to get a boyfriend with Satoru always on your tail? Yeah, good luck with that.

The rain had been pounding relentlessly all evening, its steady drumming against the windows filling your tiny Tokyo apartment with a soothing rhythm. Wrapped in a blanket on the couch, you were finally relaxing when your phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

You glanced at the screen. Another text from him. And another, and another-

Gojo: What are you up to?

Gojo: You never answered my last message. Did you fall asleep?

Gojo: Or maybe you’re ignoring me...again.

Gojo: That hurts, you know. I thought we were close.

With a sigh, you set the phone face down. Satoru Gojo, your overly attached kouhai from high school, had been this way since the day you met—clingy, needy, and always too much. He had always claimed you were the only one who could "handle" him.

And sure, you had a soft spot for him, maybe more than you should. But on days like today, his relentless need for attention was just too much. The knock at your door was abrupt, loud, and insistent, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared at the door, hesitating, then your phone buzzed once more.

Gojo: I’m outside. Open up.

With a sigh, you dragged yourself off the couch. When you swung the door open, there stood Satoru, soaked to the bone. His normally fluffy white hair was slicked to his forehead, and water dripped from his clothes onto your floor.

“Satoru,” you exclaimed, startled. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you soaked?”

He waved a hand dismissively, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. You blinked at him. You should’ve expect this, but honestly he'd never been this forward. 

“You’re soaked! You're gonna catch a cold, you idiot.”

“Would you take care of me if I did?” he asked with a grin, but his voice somewhat off, was missing its usual upbeat playfulness. He took the towel you handed him but made no move to dry himself off, seemingly content to let you fret over him.

As you scanned him for any signs of injury, he watched you with an intensity that said he might just enjoy this concern a bit too much. Maybe he was hurt? But knowing him, that seemed unlikely—

“Seriously, Satoru, what are you doing here?” crossing your arms.

He flopped onto your couch as if he owned the place, his damp clothes leaving a wet spot. "Just wanted to see you," he said, his gaze flitting to yours before darting away.

“You’ve been texting me all day. You could’ve just waited for me to reply.”

He pouted, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “You’re so mean to me. Do you really think I'm that annoying?”

You rolled your eyes. “You can be.”

"Rude," giving you a mock-offended look. Then, after a pause, "You've been busy, though...haven't you? Out a lot lately."

You froze, your mind racing to last week. Have you been out a lot? But then you remembered a few days back, when you’d gone on a casual date with someone. It hadn’t been anything serious, but you definitely hadn’t mentioned it to Satoru. Given his flair for the dramatic, he’d likely make a big deal out of it. How did he know you'd been out?

"Work," you said cautiously, watching his expression carefully. “Work,” he echoed, tilting his head as if considering your answer. “That’s it? No fun? No...extracurricular activities?”

“Extracurricular activities?”

“You know,” his tone light but his eyes pinning you, somewhat pouty. “Going out. Meeting people. Spending time with a special someone.”

Your stomach churned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He hummed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his damp hair falling into his eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, senpai. You always have been.”

“I’m not lying,” you said firmly, feeling your palms clam up.

“Really?” He grinned, but there was no humor in it. “Then why is it that I heard you’ve been seeing someone?” Your heart skipped a beat. “Who told you that?”

“It doesn’t matter, is it true?” You hesitated for a moment too long. “It is, isn’t it?” his voice dropping.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said quickly, not sure why you felt the need to explain yourself. “It was just one date. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened? So you went out with someone and didn’t think to tell me?”

“Why would I tell you?” 

“Because I care about you,” he said, rising abruptly. “Because I thought we were close.”

“We are, but that doesn’t mean I owe you every detail of my personal life,” you shot back. He took a step closer, his damp shoes squeaking against the floor. “It’s not about owing me. It’s about the fact that you’re mine.”

Your eyes widened, stunned those words even fell out of his mouth. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” his voice was trembling now—nervousness? borderline hysteria? Those possessive words had never spilled from his plush lips before, so you were left grappling with their sudden weight. “I’ve always been yours, senpai. And you’ve always been mine. We're best friends. We're the closest. I don’t care what you think. I don’t care what anyone else says. You’re mine.”

“Satoru, you’re being ridiculous,” you said, trying to step back, but he matched your movement, closing the distance.

“Am I?” he asked, his blue eyes wide and desperate. “You have no idea what it’s like. Having your best friend ignore you. Watching you go out with someone else. It’s killing me.”

Watching? “Satoru, you’re not thinking clearly—”

“I’ve never been more clear,” 

“Satoru.” Your mind raced, and you felt the need to put some distance between the two of you. Despite his obvious advantages in strength and size, he'd never given you reason to feel wary—until now. It felt like a mistake letting him into your home. “I...I think you should leave. We need some space, Satoru.” You couldn’t help but fold into yourself, the weight of the conversation draining you.

He paused, the room swallowed in a heavy silence. No words. No breaths. No footsteps. When you dared to look up, his face was crumpled, on the verge of tears. Surprising you even more.

"You’re...telling me to leave?" His voice came out softer than before, soothing yet tinged with desperation. "Why?"

Before you could muster an answer, he dropped to his knees in front of you, crawling closer as you backed up until you were pressed against the wall. He starred up at you, an urgency you've never seen from him before, pressing in on you. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his eyes—wide and pleading like a lost kicked puppy—locked onto yours.

"Please," he whispered, his gaze swimming with tears. tears. "Don’t make me leave. Don’t let someone else take you away from me. I’ll do anything. Just let me stay. Don't push me away."

"Satoru, get up," you said, your voice quivering, fingers trembling as you tried to push him away by pressing on his head. Yet, no matter how much you pushed, his hold remained firm, his strength undeniable. He was soaking the front of your clothes, and it felt very much like an overgrown puppy, coming in from outside.

"No," he murmured, burying his face against your stomach. "Not until you promise. Not until you say I can stay. Until you promise not to go out with anyone else."

“This is insane,” you managed, your hands unintentionally tangling in his soft, albeit wet hair. It was softer than you imagined. Focus—

He suddenly pulled you down with him, his grip unrelenting as you found yourself sinking to your knees in front of him. Now, he was so close, his face just inches from yours, towering over you, his expression a tangled web of desperation and a darker, unspoken plea. Your back was flush against the wall and you weren't sure what he was planning next.

"If you leave me," he said softly, his voice trembling, eyes wild and somewhat dazed. You weren't sure how space equated to you leaving him. You could see him frantically trying to piece the situation back together, the stakes seeming far more catastrophic than the words tumbling from his lips. "I'll make sure you regret it..." His confidence seemed to swell as he caught your wide-eyed stare, "You know I can-You know what I'm capable of."

Your blood ran cold. “Satoru...” a warning

"I don’t want to hurt you," he continued, tears now streaming down his face. He looked pathetic, begging there on his knees, letting out small hiccups with each terrifying sentence after the other. "But I can’t lose you. I can’t share you. Please, senpai. Just say yes. Tell me you won’t shut me out."

"Satoru, this is too much. You're overreacting. I just need some space—"

"Marry me." His eyes lost their frantic sheen, sharpening as they fixed on yours. His tone was firm, non-negotiable. "I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you everything.”

The rain outside roared, its sound blending with the rapid pounding of your heart. His request blindsided you, his words enveloping you, a suffocating, inescapable grip. He couldn't be serious. You two weren't even dating.

"Satoru, we aren't even dati—"

"That doesn't matter. I've always loved you. Even way back then. You've always been the only one on my mind." You gaped at him, stunned by the raw intensity of emotion from someone usually so untouchable. "I-I cant imagine being with anyone else, I need you." He whimpered, pushing into you like the overgrown puppy he was, overly excited to see their master. His head rested against your chest, looking up at you with a pout.

"I've been so good. I've waited so long. I-if anything, I deserve some praise." His words stumbled out, and there it was��the mighty Satoru Gojo, stuttering. He waited for a response, your mouth hanging open at the sheer audacity of this man. The whiplash hitting you quicker than the words. He looked so pitiful.

"P-please, please praise me," he said, a little more desperately, anxious under your flabbergasted stare.

You were definitely outmatched here. You've always had a soft spot for the blue-eyed sorcerer. It was one of the many reasons you gave him as much leeway as you did. As your hand gently came up to his hair, petting him, he practically purred under the touch, his eyes melting with affection. "I knew it."

"Satoru..." you began softly, and as if he could read your mind, knowing you were about to protest, he interrupted. "I'll do whatever you want. Be whoever you want."—"Sato—" "I'll buy you anything, we can go anywhere, live anywhere. I can support you, you won’t need to stay in this shitty apartment anymore—" "Wait a—" "I love you. I love you so much, I couldn’t stand that man touching you, please don’t ever do that again," his face twisted in pain at the mere thought. Your hands reached for his cheeks, gently coaxing his gaze back to you.

"Satoru, calm down." you tried to reason, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I'm not sure if jumping into a marriage is the best idea right now. We need to talk about this more," you insisted, trying to temper the urgency in his eyes. "A marriage isn't just a contract—it's a lifetime commitment. I'm not sure if we're ready for that yet. You haven't even asked me out yet-"

But Satoru was relentless, his desperation clear. "I've already drafted the papers," he confessed, his tone suggesting he’d been planning this for some time. "I can send a formal request to the higher-ups—whenever I want."

The threat remained unspoken yet unmistakable—a solid recommendation from him, the new head of the Gojo clan—in need of an heir, would be near impossible to refuse without severe consequences. The reality of your situation weighed heavily on you. It was as if it was already decided. But why you?

"Satoru, listen to me," you pleaded, searching for some sign of understanding in his intense gaze. "What do you think this marriage would be? What do you even want from this?"

"You," he answered quickly, eagerness palpable. "Ill give you a life where you don't have to worry about money or security. I can give you a house, anywhere you want. Paris, New York, Tokyo—you name it." he's hugging you tighter at each insistence. "Satoru—"

"Luxuries, travel, whatever you want—designer clothes, fancy cars... I'm going to spoil you rotten," he whispered, his voice dripping with certainty, as if it were all already fated to be, the only concern being what next. "And it's not just about the material things—I mean, I'll be there too. Always. Anytime you call, I'll be there."

"You can't do that, Satoru," you countered, feeling the walls closing in as he all but confirmed he would shirk his very important responsibilities if you so asked.

"I will, if its for you. Please, baby. please." You can't deny the way your heart picked up at the unfamiliar pet name. It sent your heart racing, and your cheeks flushed—a reaction he caught and savored, his eyes lighting up, his head tilted, giving him a perfect view of your pretty red cheeks. His grip on you seemed to trail, his hands rubbing your sides.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" you questioned, your voice tinged with both disbelief and a creeping unease as Satoru nudged closer.

"Absolutely...my little wife," he murmured, his voice quivering with a concocted vulnerability as he slipped between your legs, still soaking wet. His presence was close, too close, his body heat mingling uncomfortably with yours. Your heart stutter again at the term.

"Satoru, that’s...that’s too much," you breathed out, feeling his hands settle on your hips, his grip firm yet gentle, as if claiming his place. He's pulling you impossibly closer, his hips between your own. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on, much to your own surprise. He was shocking you at every turn.

"Isn’t it better when it’s just the two of us?" he continued, his voice a needy whisper that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. He leaned in, his breath warm against your neck, lips brushing your skin with feather-like kisses that trailed up towards your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "No distractions, no one else around. Just me and...my sweet little wife."

His words were laden with possessive desire as he continued his trail of soft kisses, now accompanied by long wet licks that striped across your neck. Your arms found their way around his muscular neck, and your legs instinctively clenched at his sides. His words making you dizzy.

"Y-you think you can make decisions for both of us like that?" you attempted to steady your voice, but it wavered under his touch and the tender assault of his lips.

"’m just trying to secure our happiness together," he insisted, his voice a whisper against your skin, full of confidence—yet pleading. "I know you care about me, deep down. You wouldn’t want to see me hurt, would you, wife?"

Those big eyes begging for your approval, especially when he sensed you might push back. A lovesick puppy.

"Satoru, listen—we really need to talk about boundaries," you insisted, trying to anchor the conversation despite the intoxicating closeness and the persuasive touch of his lips, which fluttered dangerously along the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Boundaries," he repeated, his voice a soft whimper, contemplative, as if he was trying to wrap his mind around the concept. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips pausing as if savoring the very idea. "Okay, we can talk boundaries...as long as they include me being this close." His tone deepened, desperately straining as he pressed closer, grinding into your achy cunt. The soft groan that slipped from him vibrated against your neck, coaxing a surprised whimper from your lips—a sound sweeter than he had ever imagined.

His eyes locked onto yours, reveling in every reaction he elicited from you. Though you weren't married yet, your body seemed to resonate perfectly with his touch, as if it knew him well. The marriage contract had been prepared long in advance, drafted the moment he graduated high school. He had always known you were the one for him. You were, in his eyes, made for him.

He didn't ease up, grinding his length into your clothed pussy, clawing out any reactions he could get, and feeding you his own. And lord was this man vocal.

You wouldn't have believed it if anyone told you—Satoru Gojo, revered as the strongest sorcerer of his generation, the prestigious heir to the Gojo clan, and the youngest prodigy to grace the hallways of Jujutsu Tech, reduced to a puddle of neediness. The type of man that screams top energy, is now rutting against you faster now—helplessly, a begging mess, calling you his "little wife" in a breathy, lovesick plea, so so desperate and clingy.

But you couldn't say anything about it, your leaky pussy was proof enough that you were no better. And the fact that you were so adamant that you weren't interested only moments ago only served to feed his ego.

"What boundaries did my little wife want to set?" His voice confident-damn near arrogantly possessive, as he all but solidified his hold over you, only for you to squirm under his words. He didn't seem to like that as he bit down on your collarbone, earning a sharp gasp from your panting lips.

Before you could wrap your head around the question, he pushed your legs up to your chest, thick fingers digging into the squish of your thighs, instantly knocking the air from your lungs. A mean mating press, and all he needed now was to fuck into you like he meant it. "Satoru—ha—hang on."

But oh-no he wasn't about to hang on, his hips delivered another punishing thrust in between your spread legs, leaving you stuttering out. Your hands that had been wrapped around his neck were now biting into the unfairly smooth expanse of his broad shoulders, leaving behind marks that would surely leave people staring.

Leaning close, his breath hot against your ear, he whispered, a shiver tracing down your spine, crunched up beneath him, "What was my little wife so worried about?" Your eyes proved to him that you were already gone, smothered by his thrusts, and if he were to remove your shorts, you were sure you'd be leaking a pool onto the floor. He cooed softly, his voice a mix of teasing and assurance, "I'll be a good boy. Now tell me, haah—what boundaries did you want to set?"

Beneath him, you trembled, each of your senses heightened by his proximity and the sheer intensity of his gaze, which now swept over you, taking in every reaction before meeting your eyes with a piercing look. "C'mon, pretty girl, tell me, tellme. tellme—" he urged, punctuating each plea with another deep thrust against your clothed cunt.

“Satoru—please—” you managed between labored breaths, each word as shaky as your body.

“Ooh! Hang on—I've got one—" You could feel his breath on your neck, voice dipping a more taunting note. "how about remaining faithful," His grip on you was aggressive and domineering, yet his tone carried a playful lilt. "See, now that's an easy one," You couldn't stop the whimper that rolled from your lips, each thrust forward sent a sharp press into your clit.

You couldn't make a solid thought if your life depended on it. The room spun a little, your mind foggy with need. You felt dangerously close to agreeing to just about anything he proposed, just to keep him moving.

"S-Satoru, please, don't stop," shameless. absolutely shameless.

“Haah, oh—my sweet little wife—‘m just trying to have a conversation—” He groaned as your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, a raw, primal groan rips out, sending shivers down your spine. “Aah, a conversation you wanted. So tell me what I can do for you.”

You can't move an inch as he slows his momentum down, leaving you reeling. You're panicking at the loss, eyes shooting wide as he firmly presses into you. "Or maybe," You felt the heat of his cock pressed against you, "how about a boundary that ensures every day starts with you under me like this?" Satoru's voice was husky, almost choked with his own arousal as he maintained that exasperatingly slow grind, each movement calculated to keep you right on the edge.

You couldn't muster a response, your mind was too clouded with the intoxicating blend of pleasure and frustration, gripping at him to keep going. His smirk was audible in his voice as he continued. "Hmm, not enough? What about...we never sleep apart, huh? Always tangled up like this—sounds perfect, right, wifey? Or do you prefer senpai?"

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you let out a string of needy huffs, eyes drunken, intoxicated on his heat. "And I think," he paused, his breath against your ear, "we should always say goodnight like this...no...we should always say goodnight with me deep inside this pretty pussy, claiming you as mine over and over. No more goodnights through phone screens, just this—"

One hand trails down between your legs, drifting across your sorely sensitive skin, before reaching the warmth beneath your shorts. You feel yourself buck up, but his grip on your other thigh has you restrained. He glides his large fingers along the edges, before dipping into under the fabric, finding his salvation, immediately. "Ahh-shit, you're soaked, baby," His voice was dense with pleasure, a hint of awe, a mix of wonder and satisfaction.

"Do these boundaries work for you?" he teased, fully aware that you were beyond the point of coherent speech, your responses physical, instinctive—your body arching towards him, desperately seeking to close the gap he controlled so teasingly.

His laughter, low and satisfied, resonated through the charged air between you, feeling as tangible as another stroke of his fingers. "I’ll take that as a yes," he murmured before finally relenting to the desperate pace your body craved, driving his fingers into you with a fervor that wiped all thoughts but his name from your mind.

Stretching, and so so thick, yet you so desperately craved for his fingers to curl into your sweet spot, your mewls and moans saturating the air, the debauched sounds from your leaky cunt dragging his eyes to watch as your juices coated his hand.

His eyes were locked on your squirming, messy form. Noticing every movement, learning and adapting his thrust to the motions that drew the most from you. Once he hit that sweet spot, you were out.

To him—this was a dream. A fantasy he'd always had, way back when he first met you.

Now you were soaking your shorts, so he did what any good husband would do and took them off of you. He marveled at the sight of your pretty cunt, glistening, slick pooling from you at a rapid pace. Calling to him. You looked so fucking tasty.

But he wanted more. So much more.

He wanted to fill his pretty little wife, full. Withdrawing his fingers (earning him a small growl from you), he pressed his hips forward, the fabric of his clothes barely containing him as he rubbed against you, his need clear and urgent. His fingers, dipping into his mouth, your taste dissolving onto his tongue, he moaned—"Baby, can I fill you up?" begging, voice guttural, raw, groveling, as he pulled himself free from the confines of his pants, stroking himself with a single hand. You strained to look at him, your legs blocking your view, but when you caught sight of it you nearly drooled. His plea was nothing short of a godsend at this moment, everything you were wanting and more, and that cock looked more than fucking delicious. Big and thick enough to rock your shit.

"Please, please I want more,—ngh—'

He lined himself up at your entrance, poking his fat tip an inch past your slit. The stretch was already a bit much, you really hadn't gotten much action, recently. Toys never cut it.

And just that tip had Satoru's mouth dropping open as he slid himself further, watching the magic act that was his disappearing cock into your tight heat. You deliriously blubbered incomprehensible sounds, begging to be filled, but he seemed so happy with taking his sweet time, savoring every second—every inch.

Once you were completely filled, he stilled for a moment, wearing you like a little cockwarmer, the stretch made you feral as you continue clawing his forearms, pathetically, words dripping from your lips frantically asking bawling at him to go faster.

"Ah, you take me so well." He hissed out, starring down at you with an almost obsessive gaze. "Gimme a second, baby, I needa minute, shit-s'feels sooooo good." He slouches into you, body shaky.

Your breathing is unsteady as he presses into the back of your cervix, poking through your belly. "Ah y'know, you're my first baby, saved myself all for you. All for this moment—" His words slewed together in a stupor, bucking slightly into you. Your eyes widen as you're about to comment, but he stops you with one quick ram of his hips, your head lolling back, mouth dangling open. The dude's fucking huge, hot as all hell, and you're the one who popped his cherry?

You feed into each other as he picks up his pace, clinging to you like a second skin, hips ramming into you with a speed that seemed unreal. Each thrust splitting you open like the very first, you just couldn't get used to him. He moans loudly into your ear, breathing becoming more and more labored as he reaches down to play with your clit.

"A-Ah shit—fuck, I'm gonna cum," his voice frustrated, wanting to last all night with you, but your tight cunt deemed otherwise. His fingers dug deeper into your skin, large welts already forming, "shit-shit, aah fuuuuckk-" spilling his load deep inside your womb, head pulled back, blissed out, twitching into you.

You can't help the way your mind stills, he pumped you full—theres so much, that his gooey cum spills out around the edges, trailing down between your crack, "aah shit baby." He seemed embarrassed, a flushed look on his face as he looked away and back shyly.

He thrust back in, his eyes locked on the way his cum oozed out around him, letting out his own whine. Your breathing stutters when he pushed back inside, your abused cervix aching. You hadn't cum, but damn were you close, and damn if you weren't sore. He rubs your nub again, feeling you clench around him, letting out a hiss, clearly overstimulated.

"You're losin' so much, wifey, how're you ever gonna be full when you're so wasteful," his eyes never leave your cunt, as he swirls his thumb over your clit, as you're left clawing to get away from him, the obsessed focus on your clit just too much. But you're still pinned. And he's still not done yet.

"S'ok baby, 'll give you more, yea?" He's mumbling the words, lost in the meal spread out in front of him. "Want you to cum all over my cock this time. Think you can do that for me?" He doesn't wait for a response as he's hardening up once again, and you think his stamina is fucking impeccable. His own words, nasty for a beginner, but only serving to egg him on.

Once again he's picking back the brutal pace, his cum mixing with the thin pool of your syrupy slick, the loud squelches back in full force. He's lost again, his head buried in your neck now, leaving large dark purple hickies, a hand clenching that back of your neck, devouring you like a fucking rotisserie chicken. You do him one better, your claws sinking deep into his back, each thrust blanking your mind as his fingers continue at your clit.

He angles his dick upwards—just slightly, grazing that upper spot that has you seeing stars, you're pants come out frantic now, pussy clamping, so so close to release. "Cum for me baby? Gonna coat this cock? Mark me up, baby—mark up your husband—" His words have you finishing, an electric current zapping through you, leaving you lit like a live wire. His fingers are punishing, a reminder of his words, his words a reminder of your place in his life, and you find yourself over-satiated.

Squirming to get him to stop, then begging when it he ignored it. Your pleas fell on deaf ears, his thrusts seeking his second release into your tight little pussy, your little begs only speeding him up as he let out another guttural moan, teeth sinking into the crook of your neck, no doubt breaking skin. His cum, hot, burning—as you gushed around him, your pussy pulsating at every movement. His heaving never let up as he kept himself buried deep inside of you.

"Fuck, I love you so much."

come home

[bluemotifofsleep]

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Thinking about how when you start dating satoru, you NEVER shower alone again.

Like, he’s making dinner and he hears the water start running? He’s barely remembering to turn the stove off before tearing through the house towards the bathroom, peeling his clothes off as he runs and almost eating shit in his haste.

It’s not even entirely for sex reasons, (though that is a strong motivator for him most of the time) sometimes he’s pulling back the shower curtain and slipping in beside you just to wash your hair, just to scrub that one part of your back you can’t quite reach. He loves rubbing the soap suds into your skin and watching you melt under his ministrations, loves the way you look so vulnerable with your hair dripping wet, completely naked and comfortable with him, and only him.

Even if he’s already had a shower that day, just a few hours earlier (the whole time he was waiting for you to slip in next to him- going as far as washing his hair three times, just to stall- but you weren’t quite at his level of freak, yet) the second he hears you grabbing a towel from the cabinet, he’s jumping up from his spot on the couch and running over to the bathroom, only to despairingly find the door locked.

“Honey, why is the door locked?” His words come out accusing, like you’ve committed some heinous crime instead of simply protecting your peace. He’s jiggling the door handle like a child who’s made it to the car before his mom has unlocked the door, impatient and irritated.

You huff, naked on the other side of the door, afraid the hinges might give out from his insistent jostling.

“Because!“ reasoning with him is useless, and yet you still try. “I need an everything shower and you’re just going to distract me!”

A pause on the other side of the door, the squeeking of metal protesting under his strength stopping, before it starts up again, harder. “I am your everything shower!”

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[saintkaylaa]

Honest about Sex

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✰ ft. choso, kento, satoru, suguru, & hiromi

note: you want to spice things up, sex is feeling a little boring lately, but you’re also jk.

warnings: sex, cursing, semi-toxic in some, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS || MDNI

Choso

Kento

Satoru

Suguru

Hiromi

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 23

Ryomen Sukuna + Power Bottom

True form Sukuna my beloved. I want him so bad. Had a lot of fun writing this, I miss Sukuna so much. Gojo clan reader, cuz hehe. Uh, mentions of cannibalism in this, cuz its Sukuna. Takes place during the Heian era.

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It was difficult to breathe, feeling the sheer weight that was Sukuna pressing down on you. Or maybe it was the fact that one of his four hands was wrapped around your neck, his hand so big he couldn’t even fit the entire thing around your fragile neck.

Your arms were pinned above your head, pulled taught just enough to ache but not break, another of his hands easily holding your wrists with just his thumb and pointer finger. Your chest shuddered as Sukuna ground his hips down on you again, pulling a whimper of overstimulation out of you around the fingers he had inside your mouth.

It was hard to keep track of where his four hands went at all times. You knew one was choking you, one was trying to bruise the back of your throat, and a third was holding your arms. But, where was the last one?

A muffled yowl forced its way out your chest as you felt a sudden pinch of pain in your ballsack, tear filled eyes shooting open to look up at Sukuna as if begging him for an explanation. His grin was feral, like it always was when he wanted to “use his favourite toy”. It brought him some kind of thrill to have someone from the Gojo clan under his bulk, bending but not breaking under his strength, and wrung dry until you couldn’t feel your legs.

“What? My ass not good enough for you? why are you thinking about something else Brat” he snarled, the one arm you hadn’t kept track of moving behind him, followed by a cruel squeeze of your sensitive sack. You couldn’t apologize or explain yourself, nor did you want too, since you knew Sukuna loved to see you cry. His face might be stuck in a sneer, but the mouth on his stomach was smirking and licking at your abdomen, showing his true emotions.

You wanted to shake your head, you were here, you just couldn’t help but float off somewhere else after Sukuna had been riding you all night. He always got extra excited after slaughtering sorcerers, you had an inkling he must have killed some of your former clan members with how hard hed ridden you.

For the most part you didn’t even understand why he liked you enough to keep you alive. You were nothing like your clan. You didn’t inherit any of the clans known abilities, and you were even the result of one of the higher ranked women spreading her legs for a no name sorcerer with no clan, leaving you with a bloodline that left you near indestructible.

Maybe it was the fact that you had successfully killed one of your younger cousins, one who had been born with the six eyes, out of nothing but hate for your clan and jealousy. Maybe it was the fact that you had fled to his territory, carrying that younger cousin’s corpse like some sick trophy. Or maybe, it was because you had offered him the corpse, knowing it would anger your clan more than anything else you could have done.

It wouldn’t have been strange for him to have killed you right then and there. But instead, Sukuna had grinned big and feral, with the same glint in his eyes he got when he was about to wipe out a village of innocent non-sorcerers. The mouth on his stomach had licked its lips, and at the time you had imagined it was because of the priced corpse you had given him. When in reality, it was the sight of you, with that dark look in your eyes, covered from head to toe in the blood of your so-called family.

There hadn’t been much to live for, there never was, so swearing your loyalty to Sukuna didn’t mean much to you. Uraume had been quite suspicious of you for a while, until you had proven yourself enough for him. Sukuna had simply been entertained, sending you on trips to kill more of your clansmen or allies of your clan, just to see how far you would go.

The first time he decided that you would be more than just a simple tool had been out of your understanding. You were a sorcerer, but you had never been trained to the same level as those around you, which meant you didn’t notice the flicker of cursed energy unfurling inside you.

It was familiar to Sukuna, and enough to make him salivate. He had been human once, and he knew what to look for when it came to someone turning into a curse. The hate you had festered for your clan and all the abuse they put you through had put you on the right path, and you starting to eat human flesh to please him only watered the seed you had always carried.

You had been stunned at the time as Sukuna invited you to join him in his personal bath, but who were you to turn your lord down. You had seen Sukuna naked multiple times before, having seen him strip down from his hunts and killings, you had even helped Uraume in scrubbing him down, but this was different.

It was even more shocking for you when he shortly told you to wash him, the curse sitting back with his thighs splayed apart and his arms resting behind him outside of the pool of water. You couldn’t truly say no, and you really didn’t want too either, so the choice was easy. You ended up dropping the sponge though, when Sukuna rose out of the water, just to bend over the edge of the natural spring, as he told you to use your mouth to clean him with one of his hands pulling himself open.

From then it was like a fountain had opened. Sukuna had many men and women passing through his chambers, most sacrifices or those that thought they could curry favour with the king of curses, but none of them ever left alive, instead ending up as meat stuck between his teeth.

But you, you survived, even if you felt like he had drained the very life out of your cock with his hungry mouths and ass. If you thought the mouth on his face was lethal, then you hadn’t expected just how skilled the mouth on his stomach was.

Sukuna regularly enjoyed just pressed down on top of you, the mouth on his stomach licking and sucking until you were sobbing from overstimulation. That was never the end of it, of course. He wouldn’t be the king of curses if it was. Instead, Sukuna used cursed energy to get you hard again, just so he could ride you.

A sharp pain in your taint forced you back to the present again, a warbled keen passing your lips as tears ran down your face, what had to be your tenth orgasm of the night rolling through you. your toes curled against the floor, kicking uselessly under Sukunas muscular body.

You heard him tsk above you, his rocking hips coming to a stop on top of your own, his plush muscular ass pressing against your bruised hips and thighs. “Hey, Brat” he grunted, pulling his fingers from your mouth to pat at your tear-stained cheek, strings of spit still hanging from his fingers to your tongue.

Even without his clawed fingers inside his mouth, it still wants impossible to speak. Your tongue felt too thick and heavy, useless and limp and impossible to curl into letters to form words. It was hard to even see his face from how blurry your vision was, a pleasant ache running through your body. You may be half Gojo and near indestructible, but you truly were nothing against someone as powerful as Sukuna.

He gave a huff above you as you turn your head, nuzzling against his palm like an affectionate puppy, which was as close as you could get to express your feelings right now. Sukuna sighed out a longer breath, his hands releasing you, allowing you to take a deep shuddering breath, your arms staying above your head as you felt too weak to move them.

“Guess I can’t expect more out of you” he grumbled, sounding almost annoyed but there was an undercurrent of something softer and warmer. The ache of overstimulation shot through you body as Sukuna rose off you, your poor abused cock falling limp against your stomach. “Oh, shut up, it’s not so bad” the curse rumbled, sounding closer to a purr than his usual growl.

The mouth on his stomach licked its lips hungrily at the sight of your dick, clearly wanting to lick up all the fluids still covering it, or the many streaks of cum, blood, tears and what other bodily fluids covering your body. The thought of that large tongue running over you made you shudder again, part of you yearning, another part wanting to shy away.

“Come here” the curse huffed, picking you up with ease, your body limp in his hold as his two bottom arms held you against his torso. The world felt like it was running together around you, your legs still felt limp and useless, continuous shudders running through your body as you melted against him.

It sounded like Sukuna had called for Uraume, but you couldn’t be sure, as even your hearing felt muffled. Maybe you really had cum more than ten times, you normally didn’t float this far away with just that.

One of Sukunas free hands ran through your sweaty hair, letting you arch into it as he carried you towards his personal bath. You were the only toy who entertained him and that he couldn’t break, so he had to take care of you. that was it, no other reason. The king of curses couldn’t care about anybody, but Sukuna did hate you less than everyone else.

[missmatchablossom]

A Palace Romance: Gojo x Reader Royalty AU

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summary: you are a princess in an arranged marriage with the crown prince of the country, satoru gojo. when you finally come of age and move into his palace, the two of you are forced to spend time together. read along to watch the love unfold <3

a.n: welcome to my super fluffy gojo series! something sweet meant for you to read while you giggle and kick your feet <3

part I: a fated meeting

https://www.tumblr.com/missmatchablossom/741187890203197440/gojo-x-reader-royalty-au-summary-you-are-a?source=share

part II: a midnight sweet

https://www.tumblr.com/missmatchablossom/741369546371366912/come-be-delulu-with-me?source=share

part III: a cold warm evening

https://www.tumblr.com/missmatchablossom/745410714328563712/come-be-delulu-with-me?source=share

part IV: a heartfelt hug

https://www.tumblr.com/missmatchablossom/746992704466092032/come-be-delulu-with-me?source=share

part V: a confession

https://www.tumblr.com/missmatchablossom/752028381986586624/gojo-x-reader-royalty-au-part-v?source=share

part VI: a compliment

https://www.tumblr.com/missmatchablossom/752693180393193472/gojo-x-reader-royalty-au-part-vi?source=share

and more to come!

[lovebots]

bf!gojo texts

suggestive, female reader

gojo would SO play genshin

thank u for the love on my previous posts omg!!!!! mwah LOVE U GUYS

[yung-notorious]

“Giuseppe heels ain’t nothing to play with….”

FIRST RICH BABY DADDY IN MIAMI, IM UNSTOPPABLE!- ♡

— you know how they say friendships never make it pass miami? — feat. satoru gojo

+18 MDI. WARNINGS. baddie!reader x rich!gojo, porn with plot, this is not going to go the way you think, false Identity, girls just wanna have fun, f*cking 4 the bag, drama & mess, miami club scene, miami testing y’all friendship, vip sections & bottle girls, high-value men, instagram models, drinking, high-fashion, unprotected sex, creampie, praise & body worship, gojo satoru is his own warning, descriptions of nudity. notes. image sourced from tumblr. word count 6k. title: Flo Milli - Edible (master post link)

[midnightfoxglove]

PLATONIC BATFAM X GOJO!READER

Gojo!reader with those inhumanly gorgeous blue eyes. 

Though unfortunately, still extremely sensitive, often experiencing excruciatingly painful migraines after over exerting yourself yet again, it pains your family to see you in so much pain you can’t find the strength to even move, just resting in your bedroom, lights cut-off, absolutely zero noise, not even being able to sleep the time away, waiting for the pain to reach a point of when you can move with a stronger hold of consciousness, but having you rely on them so desperately to delicately lay specific made eye drops, curtesy of Bruce and Tim, in those tired yet still absolutely breathtaking eyes of yours is a definite ego boost.

You really remind them in times of frustration why they do this, the whole crime fighting, not by words just by actions alone, knowing someone as powerful as you depend on them, not even talking about how utterly precious you are to them. 

Just being able to get to see even a peck at your eyes, knowing you hide them so determinedly, is an ego boost, enough to brag, enough to spark jealousy in the others eyes. 

The batfamily often pit each other to go on patrol impatiently watching the clock tick waiting for you to ask. 

They easily summed up that steadier hands were more desirable to you, less pain that way. 

Less movement, less noise are more desirable.

On that note, obviously, Alfred is the most popular.

But that’s no matter, who doesn’t like Alfred, they tell themselves, or rather their bubbling jealousy.

Other fandoms this also works for :

HunterXHunter(Zoldyck Family), DC(SuperFam), Marvel, 

[mysticdreamdrafts]

Satoru Gojo | Boyfriend Headcanons

Here we are again with more headcanons. I know, it's like all I do, shudDUP YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME BUT I LIKE IT. Here's some Gojo today because i wanted to. As always it's Pre-Trauma but my boy always has trauma ya feel? ---- -Shows up literally outta no where -Like you thought you had privacy? Not with him ya don’t -And I don't mean like invasion of privacy -- he's respectful -But outta everyone in the world, he chose you as his person so you're IT ya feel me? -He's sorta standoffish at first. I think because he doesn't really know how to be a boyfriend really -He thinks it's a homie but more -Be ready to teach him a lil bit -You like flowers? oh okay, here's flowers all the time -You like music? Okay, he bought you this vinyl of your favorite artist -Don't have a vinyl player? Let's go shopping for one -honestly it's cute i wanna throw up -He's very handsy - skinship is everything to him -He loves to hold your hand in public -Arm draped over you because look at his ass, he's tall so you're the PERFECT height for him to just hang off of -If you're tall, also a plus because seeing eye-to-eye would be just everything to him -Cute lil photos -Selfies out the ass bro be ready to have to pose every 20 seconds dawg -Ya'll can't go anywhere without his phone being out for a photo or to update the world on what yall are doing -He just loves you okay? -When he's away he wants to see your face -You're literally his lock screen -Idk he just always wants to feel you're close, seeing it isn't enough -Speaking of, his eyes linger a whole lot -Those beautiful ocean-eyes want to see you in full -No glasses, no bandages, no blindfold -Your beauty is worth every second his eyes might get a little overworked -He just needs to know you're real -Doesn't understand why you chose him, so looking into your eyes, and just being able to see you means a lot to him -He's a face tracer -NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT LOL -Delicate fingers tracing every dip and curve of your beauty is important for him -Reminds him you're real -You're his -You chose to be his, even throughout this world -Sure, he has pride -But having pride is nothing to having love -And having you is something he never knew he needed -But found that, after everything he's been through, it's everything he ever wanted -And more.

[oreacreammiddle]

NSFW 18+

As you’re preparing for dinner your charming husband Satoru Gojo returns home from a mission appearing to have teleported behind you.

“What’cha cooking?” he places his lips on the sweet spot connecting your ear and neck.

You lean your head back into his embrace allowing his lips to have further access to your neck.

“Mmm, your favorite…but i couldn’t decide on what dessert to pair with it.” You look up at him between hair strands bright blue eyes staring back at you with a spark of evil in them.

His hands begin to roam, one reaching under your shirt flicking your nipple. While the other sneaks its way to under the waistline of your shorts either a subtle SNAP as his lips play alongside your neck.

“Mmm..how about we skip dinner and get right to my favorite, dessert” Goji turns you to face him back flushed against the counter as he lives you onto the cool marble surface.

Your eyes as he lowers himself until he is face level with your clothed cunt. He slowly removes your lounging shorts until he’s face-to-face with the slick sheen of your pussy. Taking a quick second to place his eyes on the most beautiful site he’s ever seen..

“Baby, I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already soaking.” he behaves as he places his index finger on top of your budding clit flicking it as he quickly as you for reaction.

“ ‘Toru!!” you quickly grab a tough of his hair, biting your bottom lip.

“ Keep steady princess! I’ve been dying of hunger all day.” he whispers before diving in going straight to sucking on your clit, suckling as if it’s his last meal.

His fingers squelch in and out of you as you roll your head back the sounds of your moans and his grunts feel the air.

“It’s too much!!! S-satoru” rocking your hips against his tongue, knuckles, turning white from gripping his hair as you peer down to look at your oh so hard-working husband, eating like his life depends on it. 

he holds your thighs apart with all his might as you begin to feel a tight knot in your stomach.

“Toru baby, i’m gonna cum…” you whisper, giving the top of his head a few pats. You begin to feel the lack of the warmness that was once placed on you as you see Gojo coming back up with an evil slik covered grin clapping his hands together and finally saying.

“Now what was that about dinner?”

[seikonetwork]

Birthday

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader fluff

I wrote it because today (07.12) is Satoru's birthday!

Suguru and Shoko spent a long time wondering what can they buy Satoru for birthday. They felt like the three of them was too close to simply buy him something from the bakery (especially that it happened everyday since their rich friend didn't carry his walled with him, ever).

They’d pooled their money together for weeks and finally surprised him with a brand-new pair of sunglasses. Not just any sunglasses—custom-made, sleek, and specifically designed to accommodate his Six Eyes.

The moment he saw them, his usual cocky smirk widened into a genuine, almost childlike grin. “These are so sick! You guys are the best!” he said, immediately putting them on and striking a ridiculous pose. Suguru rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Shoko lit a cigarette and muttered something about how expensive it was.

"Yeah, I'm suprised someone like you could afford them-"

This almost earned Satoru a solid smack on the head from Shoko if it wasn't for Suguru, gently reminding her that it was the whitehaired man's birthday.

Satoru continued to strike poses, admiring the way the glasses fit him and not minding his friend's threats even one bit when you walked by. His secret (read: extremaly obvious) crush, the one person who could make his infinite confidence falter for just a second. You stopped when you saw the scene, your eyes flicking between the gift box and Satoru’s goofy grin.

“Oh? New sunglasses, Satoru?” you asked, your tone casual but warm

His cheeks warmed up slightly, he hoped you liked them.

Satoru shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Oh, yeah. Got them for my birthday. No big deal or anything.” He was definitely hoping for a cheerful 'Happy Birthday, Satoru!' from you that he has been secretly imagining for the past week. Maybe even a hug.

Or maybe if he got lucky enough a kiss on a cheek. He giggled mentally before coming back to the reality.

Sigh.

Even he knew it was unlikely to happen.

You nodded thoughtfully, then fished your keys out of your pocket. Without a second thought, you unclipped a small, well-loved keychain—a cute little bear with tiny paws—and handed it to him. “Here you go. Happy birthday.”

Satoru blinked. “Uh, what?”

“Since I didn't know it was your birthday I couldn't buy you a gift, so it's more symbolic. Happy birthday, Satoru!” you said with a small smile before heading off to wherever you’d been going.

The moment you were out of earshot, Satoru clutched the keychain like it was a priceless artifact. Suguru raised an eyebrow. “You okay there, lover boy?”

“Do you see this?” Satoru said, holding it up like it was the Hope Diamond. “She gave me this. Me. She took it off her keys. Do you know what that means?”

“That she had a spare keychain?” Shoko deadpanned.

“No, you heathen,” Satoru snapped, as if it were obvious. “It’s a symbol! She’s saying I have the key to her heart!”

Suguru stared at him, unimpressed. “Or she didn’t have time to get you an actual gift and gave you the first thing she could find.”

“Shut up, Suguru. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, we understand perfectly,” Shoko said with a smirk. “You’re completely whipped.”

“I am not whipped,” Satoru protested, but his voice cracked, betraying him. He stared at the little bear keychain in his hand, his expression softening. “It’s just… special. Okay? You guys don’t get it.”

Suguru groaned. “We literally got you custom sunglasses—expensive, custom sunglasses—and you’re losing your mind over a used keychain.”

“Because it’s from her! This keychain has meaning. It’s practically a confession.”

Shoko let out a long sigh, flicking her cigarette to the ground. “You’re hopeless.”

The rest of the day was spent listening to Satoru brag about the keychain while Suguru and Shoko endured it with varying degrees of patience. No matter how much they teased him, though, nothing could wipe the smug grin off his face. You had given him something, and to Satoru, it meant everything.

After all, you are his candle wish.

[wisecura]

Pretty

Suguru x fem-reader p.2

summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN:*ahem ahem* sis con *ahem ahem* (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Warning: yandere behaviors oncoming please read at your own risk. Minors DNI this ain’t for ya

My little Sugu-princess

Being the little sister of The Satoru Gojo and a member of the prestigious Gojo clan was one thing.

Life in one of the great clans wasn’t as easy as it seemed. The expectations were towering, endless, and often suffocating. You weren’t necessarily weak—far from it—though you certainly didn’t measure up to your older brother.

Suffice it to say, you faced a significant amount of criticism from the elders and your family. It didn’t help that you and Satoru were so close in age—only two years apart—or that you bore such a striking resemblance to him, with your stark white hair and vivid blue eyes.

No—the family’s disappointment in the skill gap between you and your brother was painfully obvious, and they made no effort to hide it.

Their disapproval only made it easier for them to try and treat you as though you were lesser.

Keyword: tried.

Having ‘Toru as your big brother, however, was an entirely different experience.

From the moment his mother introduced you to him—the tiny, white-haired, blue-eyed baby swaddled in her arms—he was captivated. Utterly fascinated by the idea of being a big brother, even if he had no clue what that actually meant.

As the two of you grew older, it all clicked into place.

Satoru couldn’t get enough of you. His cute little sister, his perfect look alike. He never hesitated to shower you with attention, and he made no effort to hide his blatant favoritism.

Where others saw weakness or disappointment, Satoru saw someone precious. Someone who was his, and his alone.

You were largely harassed by your family and the clan members, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it all began. What you did know was that it was constant, relentless. You’d never forget the way the maids would shoot you nasty glares before scuttling off, or the way you were often harshly scolded for being “too loud” when wandering through the clan house.

And then there was your mother, whose gaze had once been so warm and soft, now replaced by cold indifference.

It was a loneliness you felt more deeply than you cared to admit.

Satoru, of course, picked up on the way you had started retreating into yourself. And he couldn’t stand it.

He began sticking to you like a second shadow, refusing to leave your side for long. Whether it was spending more time with you or dragging you along on one of his whims, he made it his mission to ensure you were never alone.

When that wasn’t enough, he didn’t hesitate to make his point with the elders, the family, or anyone else who dared to mistreat you. If protective was the word people used to describe him, it was an understatement.

But could you blame him?

How could he sit back and stay silent while his adorable little sister was harassed by a bunch of bitter old geezers—or worse, by the maids who should’ve known their place? Satoru wasn’t one to let things slide, not when it came to you.

And he was always there for you.

Always on your side, always finding a way to lessen that crushing loneliness. It was hard to feel bitter about your situation when you had him—your constant, your protector, your big brother who refused to let the world break you.

And deep down, you couldn’t say you didn’t know why they treated you the way they did. You were weaker than Satoru, much weaker. And to the clan, that would have been bad enough. But you had committed another, even graver sin in their eyes.

You had been born the wrong sex.

No—you didn’t come close to meeting their lofty standards—not by a long shot. And Satoru clung to you throughout your childhood, shielding you from most of the harsh words and even harsher punishments they hurled your way.

But as he grew older, Satoru began to understand his position more clearly—the privileges and power that came with being the sole heir of the Gojo clan. The strongest sorcerer in the world, blessed with both the Limitless Cursed Technique and the fabled Six Eyes.

And he was fed up.

That was how he found himself face-to-face with the current head of the clan, confronting the source of your undeserved bad reputation.

“Your responsibility? Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” Satoru sneered, his voice thick with venom. “You’ve done nothing but treat her like garbage since she was four. A bunch of hypocrites, every last one of you.”

The Clan Head’s brow furrowed, his attempt at authority wavering under the weight of Satoru’s words.

“Satoru, you’re being unreasonable. She needs to know her place in the clan—”

“Unreasonable?”

Resentment flared in his striking blue eyes, the intensity of his stare enough to freeze the room. His cursed energy seeped from every pore, enveloping the space in an oppressive, suffocating weight. The silence was deafening.

Satoru didn’t care. He wanted the old man to fear him. No, more than that—he needed him to feel the full brunt of his hatred, the loathing that burned in every fiber of his being.

“Me? Unreasonable?” His voice dropped, cold and cutting. He stepped forward, each word sharp as a blade. “Let me make this crystal clear: From now on, my sister will be under my care. None of you will approach her, scold her, teach her—anything.”

His gaze locked onto the Clan Head, sharp and unrelenting. Despite his youth, Satoru carried an authority that left no room for argument. The unspoken threat in his eyes was impossible to miss.

I’m stronger than you, old man.

The Clan Head faltered, the weight of Satoru’s presence pressing down on him. He opened his mouth as if to argue but stopped, his resolve crumbling under the oppressive force radiating from the boy before him.

And with that, the argument ended.

The decision was made: your care was officially placed in Satoru’s hands.

From that moment on, Satoru refused to let anyone exert authority over you. Not the elders, not the maids, not even your own mother dared to interfere. His word became law where you were concerned, and he enforced it with unwavering resolve.

But while his victory granted you the protection you so desperately needed, it came with a price. No one in the clan was willing to challenge Satoru’s authority, and as a result, they chose to ignore you entirely.

For years, Satoru was your guard dog, your protector, your one and only ally. He was always there—shielding you from the harshness of the clan and the indifference of the world. But soon enough, the day came when he had to leave for school.

And soon enough, he wouldn’t be there for you.

Not in the way you needed him.

For the first time, you’d have to face the world without him by your side.

The thought haunted Satoru. Desperation to ensure your happiness and safety gnawed at him, even at the expense of his own reputation. His behavior became increasingly erratic—snapping at anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way and clinging to you like a stubborn child who refused to let go.

No matter how protective or affectionate he was, the growing anxiety inside him never faded. If anything, his fear of leaving you only made him more attached. He hovered constantly, watching over you with the intensity of someone who knew he was running out of time.

In quieter moments, he even entertained the idea of taking you with him. What if I just brought her along? It wasn’t impossible, was it?

But deep down, he knew that wasn’t the answer.

“Toru,” you called, your voice playful and lilting, “are you excited to be going to school soon?”

Without waiting for an answer, you leapt onto his back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck with a cheeky grin. Satoru stumbled slightly but quickly recovered, his instincts sharp even with his Infinity kept off—a deliberate choice he made around you. He knew how much you loved ambushing him with your “surprise attacks,” and he’d never deny you that joy.

You had always been with him, and he had always been with you. The thought of being apart for the first time was unsettling, almost unthinkable—for both of you.

Satoru’s playful demeanor masked the worry simmering just beneath the surface. He knew how much his absence could affect you.

Loneliness was his greatest fear for you, knowing how deeply you relied on him for comfort and connection. But even more than that, the idea of the clan taking advantage of his absence made his blood boil.

He would never forgive himself if they hurt you while he was gone.

He chuckled softly at your antics, adjusting you on his back as he strolled through the garden. Your feet swung back and forth lazily, brushing against his sides, but he didn’t mind. He’d been on his way to yet another pointless training session, but with his departure looming, spending time with you felt far more important.

Satoru ignored your question, choosing not to answer. He knew that whatever he said might dampen your excitement or make you sad, and he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Instead, he let the silence settle between you, though it weighed heavily on his mind.

This might be the last time he’d hear your cheerful voice calling out to him until summer break. The thought lingered, bittersweet, as he carried you a little further, savoring the moment for as long as he could.

Finally, he spoke, breaking the tension with a forced cheerfulness. “We’ve got to do something fun before I leave!” His voice wavered slightly, softening as the emotion he’d been holding back began to seep through. “I’m gonna miss you so much, imouto.”

You tightened your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the weight of his words linger.

Then, the day finally came.

Satoru was leaving for high school. The idea of staying in the dorms, away from the suffocating halls of the clan house, sounded like pure heaven. Freedom, independence, a chance to live on his own terms—it was everything he’d dreamed of.

But leaving you behind? That was an entirely different kind of pain.

He hated the thought of you being alone in that cold, unfeeling house. He’d already made up his mind, though. When the time came for you to join him in high school, he would find a place for the two of you. Somewhere far away from the clan house. Maybe a little apartment near the beach, within train distance of the school. A place where you could finally breathe, free from the expectations and judgment of the clan.

Two years.

He could wait two years.

You missed Toru like crazy after he left. The future summers never seemed to come fast enough, and when they finally did, they never lasted long enough.

His absence left a void in the clan house, one that was difficult to ignore. Yet, in a strange way, it worked in your favor. With Satoru gone, no one paid you any attention. The sharp criticisms, the constant scoldings, and the disapproving glares—all of it stopped. You were left alone, ignored.

And while the loneliness stung, you didn’t mind the peace.

In that newfound quiet, you turned your focus inward. Day after day, you practiced your cursed technique, working tirelessly to ensure you wouldn’t be an embarrassment when it was finally your turn to join him. Your older brother was so strong, so effortlessly cool—everything you aspired to be. You wanted to make him proud, to prove that you were worthy of standing next to him.

When summer finally arrived and Satoru came home, you couldn’t help but notice the change in him. He seemed lighter, freer. Being away from the stifling walls of the clan house had done wonders for him, and his happiness was undeniable.

It made you happy to see him like that. But in some small, selfish way, it also made you sad.

He had found a kind of peace you still couldn’t grasp, and though you were thrilled to have him back, it reminded you of just how far away that freedom felt for you.

Eager to show him how much you’d grown, you demonstrated the progress you’d made in your cursed technique. His reaction didn’t disappoint, showering you with endless praise.

“You’re amazing, imouto! You’ve come so far!” Satoru beamed with pride, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Moments like these reminded you why you worked so hard. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far apart you were, your big brother’s approval was worth everything.

Later that evening, as the two of you lounged in the garden, Satoru told you stories about his time at school. He told you all about the friends he’d made, particularly someone named Suguru Geto.

The way he talked about Suguru—with a fondness you rarely heard from him—sparked a tiny flicker of jealousy in you, though you’d never admit it out loud.

At the time, you didn’t think much about what he said, but it intrigued you all the same. Satoru had never spoken so warmly about anyone other than you.

It made you eager to start high school yourself. To make your own friends, form your own memories. You had spent so much of your life confined to the Gojo estate, rarely allowed out of the manor, let alone given the chance to interact with others.

Most of that isolation, though unintentional, had been orchestrated by Satoru himself. He’d always insisted it was too dangerous for you to roam the streets the way he did. “It’s different for me,” he’d say confidently, brushing off your protests. “But you? I can’t risk it, imouto.”

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder. What would it be like to step into the world? To meet people your age? What kind of friendships could you form?

Would you even know how to talk to someone your age?

The few people you had interacted with so far were either indifferent to you or outright hostile. The thought of venturing into something new—meeting new people, creating your own memories—was both thrilling and...terrifying.

Despite your curiosity, one thing remained certain: no one could ever be better than your big brother.

You’d told him that countless times, a truth you held onto tightly. And every time you said it, it only served to inflate his already massive ego. Not that you noticed—or cared. To you, it wasn’t flattery; it was just the simple truth.

Satoru truly was the best big brother. No one else could compare.

And just like that, two years flew by. Before you knew it, you were finally enrolled at Jujutsu Tech, stepping outside the high fences of the estate for the first time in what felt like forever.

To say you were ecstatic would be a gross understatement.

This time, you weren’t staying behind—you were leaving with him. You’d finally get to see the campus he’d told you so much about, the place that had seemed like a distant dream during those long, lonely years.

It felt almost surreal how easily it had all come together. Automatic enrollment, all thanks to being Satoru Gojo’s little sister. His recommendation alone carried immeasurable weight, and his unparalleled influence in the jujutsu world sealed the deal without question.

The ride to the school felt like an eternity, your excitement bubbling over as the car rolled to a stop in front of the campus gates. Stepping out, you found yourself momentarily awestruck by the sight before you.

A heavily wooded temple stood at the heart of the campus, surrounded by lush gardens that seemed to stretch endlessly. The serene beauty of the place was breathtaking, far beyond anything your brother’s words had prepared you for. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant hum of cicadas, and the faint scent of earth and greenery created an atmosphere so calm, so peaceful, that it felt like a world away from the stifling halls of the Gojo estate.

Satoru nudged you forward, his excited chatter flying over your head as you took in the sights. He led the way toward the dorms, and though the two of you would be in different classes, the thought of being here—together—was enough to keep your spirits high.

At least now, you weren’t stuck in that damn house.

Settling into the dorms was surprisingly easy. The room you were assigned was slightly smaller than the one you’d had back home, but it was cozy and comfortable. Most of your belongings had been delivered ahead of time, neatly arranged and waiting for you.

What struck you as strange, though, was the emptiness. The hallways were eerily quiet, and you couldn’t spot another girl in sight. It made the space feel… unsettling.

“Not many students enroll,” Satoru had mentioned, brushing off your concerns like it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t—to him. But you couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

This was your first real step into the outside world, and though you had Satoru by your side, the unfamiliarity of it all was both thrilling and unnerving.

Meeting your new classmates was… interesting. There were two other first-years joining you, both boys. Still no girls? You tried not to let it bother you, but it felt a little strange.

They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t ignore the way they looked at you when you first met—as if you were some rare specimen to be observed. Not surprising, given that Satoru had no doubt made a name for himself on campus.

Kai, the taller of the two, was the first to speak. He circled you with a casual, almost lazy air, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “You a Gojo?” he asked, his tone light but curious. “Yeah, you definitely fit the look.”

You instinctively took a small step back, unsure how to respond. The question seemed so obvious it made you want to roll your eyes and say duh. Was it the hair? The eyes? Those features practically screamed Gojo, so what was the point of the interrogation?

Kazuo, the shorter of the two, spoke next. “What’s your cursed technique like?” he asked, his wide eyes filled with excitement. Cute, you thought absently. Though, definitely not cuter than your big brother.

Despite your lack of social experience, the conversation began to flow more easily than you expected. Kai and Kazuo seemed easygoing, and before long, you found yourself relaxing around them. It felt like the beginning of a solid friendship, and you felt genuinely excited to start classes.

And then you ran into Satoru.

“Toru!” you called out, your face lighting up as you spotted his tall, lanky form in the courtyard. His back was to you, and he seemed deep in conversation with a small group of students. Smirking to yourself, you prepared another one of your “surprise attacks.”

With a playful leap, you pounced on him, causing him to stumble forward slightly before easily catching his balance. Spinning around, he grinned widely, his excitement obvious as he set you down.

“Well, look who it is!” he said, ruffling your hair with a playful grin. He seemed just as thrilled to see you, though it didn’t take long before he quickly pulled you over to his friends.

Turning back to the group, his tone brimmed with pride. “Guys, this is my little sister!” he announced, gently nudging you forward to stand in front of the two upperclassmen with him.

The girl stepped forward first, her warm caramel-colored hair matching the kindness in her eyes. She introduced herself, and you recognized her name immediately—she was the healer your brother had mentioned. She was even prettier than you’d imagined, exuding a calm, friendly energy.

The boy, on the other hand, was an entirely different presence. He stood nearly as tall as your brother, but where Satoru radiated lighthearted energy, this boy was all sharp edges and quiet intensity. His black hair was tied back in a neat bun, and his dark purple eyes seemed to pierce straight through you, observing your every move.

You knew who he was instantly.

Satoru had spent hours talking about him, and now, face-to-face, you understood why.

Suguru Geto.

And, honestly? You could immediately see why your brother admired him so much.

He was pretty damn handsome.

He was everything your brother wasn’t—where Satoru was soft, Suguru was hard. Where Satoru was bright, Suguru was dark.

And did you mention he was incredibly handsome.

Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, you froze. His steady, piercing gaze seemed to root you in place, leaving you completely flustered.

“Hey! Hellooo?” Satoru’s voice snapped you out of your daze. Your face flushed hot as you realized you’d been staring.

“Aww, Suguru!” Satoru cooed, his voice dripping with exaggerated delight. “Looks like my lil’ sister’s got a crushy-wushy on you!”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your cheeks and squished them together, leaving you flustered and fuming.

“Shut up, Toru!” you yelled, your voice muffled and your face burning as you swatted at him, trying to pry yourself free.

Your attempts to smack him only made him laugh harder. He threw up his Infinity, keeping you at arm’s length as he continued his merciless teasing. “Aw, look how cute you are! Blushing so much! Suguru, isn’t she adorable?”

You shouted in protest, smacking at the invisible barrier, completely oblivious to the reactions of the two upperclassmen.

Suguru watched you with quiet amusement, his gaze softening just slightly, while the girl giggled under her breath. You hadn’t noticed their stares, too busy plotting ways to throttle your brother once he lowered his Infinity.

Suguru couldn’t peel his eyes away from you.

When Satoru had mentioned his little sister, he’d described a small child—someone he imagined tagging along like a baby duckling. What he hadn’t expected was… you.

Your white hair was styled in a neat half-up, half-down look, accentuating blue eyes that rivaled even your brother’s show stopping gaze. And your features? Sharp yet delicate, striking enough to put a model to shame.

Of course, you were a Gojo. It only made sense.

Still, Suguru found himself taken aback. If he had to describe you, you were like a lovelier, softer version of Satoru. The thought amused him briefly. If only Satoru wasn’t so obnoxiously irritating.

He caught himself silently hoping you didn’t share your brother’s personality.

What exactly had he expected when Satoru said his “baby sister” would be joining them this year? Certainly not someone who could knock the air out of a room just by walking into it.

Satoru’s relentless teasing snapped Suguru out of his thoughts.

“Satoru, enough teasing. You’re going to make her cry,” Suguru quipped, his tone carrying a playful edge as he poked at his best friend’s side.

“‘M not gonna cry!” you screeched, voice cracking slightly as you flushed a deep crimson. Your cheeks and ears were burning, and Suguru could tell you were teetering on the edge of tears—whether from embarrassment or frustration, he wasn’t sure.

The automatic thought that popped into his mind caught him off guard. Pretty.

He cleared his throat, brushing the thought aside, though his lips twitched upward at your flustered expression.

Satoru barked out a laugh, and Suguru couldn’t help but join him, their laughter ringing out as you continued to swat futilely at your brother’s Infinity.

p.2

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[marleysfinest]

blame @neiptune for sliding into my dms with this out of nowhere and plaguing me with thoughts of teasing and begging. this is not proofread and I am isane.

gojo x fem reader. cw spit mention, teasing

when you crawl into bed at knocking on midnight, you half suspect that satoru will come knocking right as you fall asleep. he has a bad habit of waiting until you're right on the brink of sleep, dozing in and out of consciousness as you slowly drift to sleep, before making his move. his explanation? it makes you "cuter" (you know, in fact, it's because you're more malleable in this state of almost-slumber). he's in his office, fingers tapping away as he either burns through his inbox or has yet another stab at writing his "memoirs", you're not sure, and you find that you've become fond of this muffled typing as he works into the small hours. you wrap yourself in your duvet, head burying itself against your pillow and immediately feeling the weight of sleep descend. until, that is, it's halted.

like clockwork, satoru tip-toes into your bedroom and slides into bed, slotting himself against your back like a puzzle piece. his slender arm snakes around your waist and pulls you in tightly, trying (and failing) to be discreet in his intentions. you come round to the feeling of his warm breath on your neck, his slightly chilly palms resting on your stomach, and his hardening cock against your ass.

with a mental eye-roll, you fidget beneath him, but his hold on you is made of iron.

"you awake?" he whispers, knowing full well that you are. you grunt a reply, attempting to match is apparent playfulness, and keep your eyes firmly shut.

"c'mon," he whines, gently tugging at your waist, "I know you are. I can't sleep..."

his ability to be so brazen is never lost on you. there was something about it that was to be commended, how he was staunch about what he wanted and would do anything to get it, even lie a lie whiter than the hair on his head.

"I'm tired, satoru," you croak in return as you nuzzle deeper into the pillow, only semi-meaning it, mostly just playing along to see how he reacts. to see if he will be the one begging for once.

"then let me send you off to sleep," he purrs, right in your ear, "just the tip, I promise."

with a sigh you roll onto your back, bringing you face to face with your needy beau. with lightning speed he climbs atop you and shifts your legs apart with one knee before resting himself between your legs. it's in moments like this that he's almost tender, romantic, eye to eye and chest to chest, nothing between you except hot air and whispers as your skin bristles beneath his touch. he runs a hand through your hair, pulling stray strands away with an otherworldly gentleness before adjusting himself and just entering you. he leans in and stops the groan about to leave your lips in its tracks, kissing you with meaning as he lets you adjust to him.

your tongues dance around each other, all the while he's abiding by his plea, refraining from filling you completely. he guides your hands so that they rest on the pillow on either side of your head and entwines his fingers in yours, eagerly lapping up the building spit on your lips. his hips grind back and forth with care and attention as he focuses on not losing himself in you completely, knowing that his ultimate goal is to tease the whining, mewling kitten out of you that he knows is there.

he's so sloppy and firm, and once again you feel yourself losing to his sheer willpower. the tip of his cock easing in and out of your entrance, stroking your clit with every thrust soon sends you into a haze that begs to feel him inside you. to feel his top against your cervix again and again before lacing it white.

"please," you whisper, trying to free your hands from his, "go deeper."

his eyes glisten as he looks down at you, silently marvelling how he can make you like this every time. his grip tightens.

"what for?" he asks, "I thought you said you were tired. I don't wanna overwhelm you."

you instinctively arch your back as you whine like a scolded child, much to his amusement. he doesn't cave when you try to thrust your hips up to meet his, no matter how good it feels when your folds are so wet with yours and his slick.

"please," you whine, all care flying out the window as he shows no sign of giving in to you, "wanna... I wanna come around you. please, baby."

his glee is contagious, apparent from the grin on his face and the twitch of his cock. he throbs seeing you so needy, and he already knows he's not going to listen to you. he lets himself leak onto your dripping cunt just to make you all the more desperate.

"why?" he asks, almost breathless with excitement, "I like you like this."

"come on, satoru!"

he huffs a laugh at your tone - desperate. pathetic - and feels his core tighten along with you. your clit is so sensitive now but there's no helping the fact you're going to cum like this whether you like it or not.

your mouth falls open into a slack 'o', and together with satoru you cum hard, the release offering some clarity but hardly any of the satisfaction. he collapses on your chest and listens to your thumping heartbeat for a moment, before tilting his gaze up to you and revelling in your pouting expression.

"what?" he asks, "not enough?"

you scowl and attempt to wriggle free, but you know already you can't escape him. as he crawls up to face you once more, he pecks a final kiss on your lips.

"go clean yourself up. if you want the works I'll give it to you, if you ask real nice."

[shiftingparadise]

Hi! Love your work. I was wondering if you could write a gojoxreader fanfic where it starts off with angst and ends with fluff. Reader and gojo get in a big fight and reader storms out of their shared house late at night. Gojo was still angry so he let her be until some time had passed and reader still didnt return. He tries calling reader but finds she left her keys, wallet and phone at home so he gets really worried and tries looking all over for her. In his search, he thinks of all the places where she could be and eventually finds reader at the spot where they first kissed or where they first said their “i love yous”

Thanks for your request. I loved, loved, loved writing this. I hope you like it 🥰. If you have any other ideas, feel free to ask. My creativity is at an all-time low 😭🤍

Word count: 1485

Warnings: none

“You can’t keep on doing this”, your eyes glossy, “You can’t keep hurting me like this”. “Are we seriously going to do this again?”, he raised his hands in frustration. “What? Am I not allowed to say something about it?”, your eyes widened in disbelief. “She’s just a colleague. How many times do I have to tell you?”.

Satoru normally never raised his voice at you, he’d never look this upset, but somehow the name ‘Utahime’ always set him off.

“I’ve known her since I was just a kid. What do you expect me to do? Ignore her? Stop doing my job every time we need to work together because you’re insecure?!”. “Insecure?”, you chuckle, “That’s not what this is about”. “Oh, it is”, he raised his voice even more, “It’s fucking pathetic how insecure you are, you know that? If I had known you’d be such a pain-“. “Really?”, a tear now streaming down your cheek, “What? You’d what?”.

A glimpse of compassion could be seen in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to stop this argument. Since he got sent on a mission with Utahime a couple of days ago, the tension between the two of you was unbearable. And why shouldn’t it? He always had to work together with Utahime, even though there were plenty of other options. What about Nanami? Or Atsuya? Even Shoko would be fine, but why her? Always her.

“Fuck Y/N”, Satoru sighed before sitting down on the couch, “It’s 1AM, I’ve just got home… I’m tired too, you know?”. “Tired?”, you chuckled, “From what? Hanging out with Utahime? Having dinner together? Wow, must be tiring”. “Yeah, that’s all I do”, he angrily stood up again, “It’s not like I put my life on the line or anything just to save others”.

He was now standing in front of you, towering over you like a hawk. A sharp pain of guilt shot through your chest. You knew he had a dangerous job, and even though he was strong, there was never any guarantee that he’d return home.

“You know what? At least Utahime understands me”, his tone harsh as he turned back around.

Fire. That’s all you could feel in your chest. Whatever guilt you felt was completely gone now.

“Fine!”, you angrily grabbed your coat, “You should ask her to live with you because I’m leaving. You’re such an arrogant asshole!”.

You didn’t care about your voice cracking, or about not knowing where to go. You were done with him.

“Where the hell are you going?!”, his head darted over his shoulder, “Wait a minute!-“, he made his way to the door. “Don’t you dare touch me! Go talk to your precious Utahime”, you slammed the door shut behind you.

You often found yourself wishing he’d stop you from leaving during an argument, but not this time. The words that he had spat out like venom were too much for your heart to take.

“Fuck!”, Satoru let out a frustrated curse before he headed to the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do or how to feel. “She’ll be back soon”, he muttered the words to himself.

But you weren’t back soon. After an hour or so, he decided to call you.

“Huh?”, his plump lips parted as he heard the familiar ringtone. “She’s got to be kidding me”, he walked to the kitchen where your phone, your keys and your wallet seemed to be. “Great, she’s out at 2 AM without her phone or her wallet”, his voice mixed with concern and agitation. “And then she gets angry when I tell her she’s a pain in the ass”, he angrily grabbed his keys before heading toward his car.

Satoru searched for over an hour. He called every hotel, went to every gas station, every spot where you could be right now. He even called your parents to see if you were there.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, his hands tightened around his steering wheel, “Where the hell is she?”.

He didn’t care about the fight anymore. He just wanted to see you, to hold you and make sure you never leave him like that again.

“Maybe…”, he looked out the window, “I don’t think she’ll be there though”.

He was talking to himself like a madman, but he had to do so to keep his mind from spinning off to the worst-case scenarios.

“It’s worth a try”, he softly spoke before turning his car around.

It was a 10-minute drive, but his heart felt so tired. He’d been killing curses for the last couple of nights, and he desperately could use some sleep. Not to mention how much stress he was under right now. What if a man had gotten to you? That would be far worse than any curse out there. How could you be so foolish? How could you do this to him? Did you really not know how much he loved you?

“Thank God”, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw your silhouette sitting on the grass, “I’m going to put a chip in her. This is the first and last time she’s doing this to me”.

He wasn’t angry, but a hint of disappointment could be heard in his footsteps. He was worried sick, and you were sitting in a park in the middle of the night. Did he seriously have to tell you how dangerous that was? Especially without a phone or anything else.

“You idiot”, he spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“H-huh?”, his voice startled you as you looked behind you. You could see him standing a couple of feet away from you.

“What if a guy saw you like this? What if he took you? What if he-“, Satoru clenched his jaw at the thought. “I’d never forgive myself”. “Thought you only worried about Utahime. Since she understands you-“. “Are you seriously still worried about that?”, he sat down beside you.

Yes. And no. You knew Satoru loved you, more than anyone or anything, but he barely gave you confirmation. Sure, he was kind, and he did everything in his power to give you a comfortable life, but it’d be nice to hear him say he loved you more often.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”, you tucked your knees to your chest. “You don’t think I know my girl?”, he chuckled as he leaned back, his eyes studying the sky.

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, a small smile on your face. And it didn’t go unnoticed.

 “Aw, is my girl blushing already?”, he playfully pulled you closer. “Satoru-“, you let out a sigh. “I know, I know”, he loosened his grip, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll speak to those old bastards, tell them that I don’t want to be paired up with her again”. “A-are you serious?”, your eyes widened as you now looked up at him. “Sure”, he gently placed his thumb under your chin, “Anything for my girl”.

You practically jumped on him after he spoke those words.

“I love you”, you were sitting on his lap, eyes locked on his. “I -I love you too”, the words came out a bit awkward and not as fluent as you’d like.

Satoru noticed the disappointment in your eyes.

“H-hey, it’s still as awkward for me as the first time”, he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, “You remember that, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come here”.

His smile always seemed to lighten your mood.

“I do”, you chuckled. “Was it here? Underneath this tree?”, Satoru pretended not to know. “You know it was!”, you playfully smacked his shoulder. “We argued, just like this”, a sudden harshness in his voice, “I thought you were done with me-“. “I was”, you pouted. “I know”, a low chuckle before he pulled you closer on his lap, “I promised you’d be the only girl in my life, didn’t I?”. “I-I guess”, you looked to the side, only for Satoru to turn your gaze back to him. “I told you I loved you, despite my fear of getting close to someone. Why’d you think I’d throw this, us, away for a girl like Utahime?”. “She’s not just a girl”, your brows pulled together. “She’s a friend, nothing more. You can’t expect me to ignore her when I’ve known her since I was 17… But”, he continued after he saw your disapproving glance, “I’ll promise to try and join others on missions. I guess those old folks have been putting us two together quite often”. You nodded as your hands gently stroked the back of his neck. “Only if you promise not to pull something like this again”, he gently pushed you off him before standing up, “, I was worried sick”. “I-I promise”, you grabbed the hand that was reaching for you. “Come here, crazy”, Gojo easily picked you up, “We’re going home”.

[satorusugurugurl]

Congratulations on your milestone! You are so awesome! I'm always so happy I found your blog. Thank you so much for all you share with us <3

If it isn't taken, could you do Gojo and berry picking (hope I remembered that right!) I just know he loves berries with that sweet tooth of his!

Also this was my first ask/request so apologies if I did it wrong! 😊

Strawberry Fields

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: Berry Picking

Pairing: Escort!Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: language pure sweet fluff!

Word Count: 2,254

A/N: hi sweetie!! Thank you so much for your request! I'm happy you found my blood and so glad to have you here! The way you requested was perfect! OMG escort!gojo returns in a sweet drabble! I was struggling with this prompt when it hit me today! I legit cried writing this and now all I want is to eat berries! 😩🍓 (read My Wedding Date is an Escort for context!)

“Whoa!” you exclaimed excitedly as your boyfriend opened his car door for you. “A berry farm?!”

The excitement in your eyes was well worth the forty-minute drive! Satoru put on his sunglasses before handing you your own. “My pretty girlfriend wanted to make a strawberry shortcake for our anniversary. I wanted you to have the best of selections.”

It was hard to believe it had been a year since you hired Gojo to be your wedding date. I’m being known as to you you would fall in love with the former escort. Both of you fell fast and hard. And despite the quick pace of your relationship, it had been the best one you had ever been in. Satoru had to help you find your confidence and, in a sense, brought you back to life after your bad breakup with Toji. You had gone from not needing to be with anyone to not being able to imagine your life without Satoru.

He was your other half, and you were so happy with him.

“Of course, I want to make it, but we could’ve just gone. Gojo’s face looked almost disgusted. As if you had insulted him personally, his jaw dropped, and his eyes widened behind dark blue round glasses. It was practically comical.

“After a year of us being together, one would assume you would know how to expect the best of the best. I will go above and beyond for you, sweetheart, no matter what it’s about.”

“You’re so silly, but I love you regardless,” you press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you for doing this. I'm so sorry if I insulted you,” you tease as he puffs out his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be sorry!” he interlaced your fingers with his own, rolling his eyes overdramatically. “Store-bought berries, my ass.”

The field Satoru had brought you to was the best of the best. You knew the best bakeries purchased different berries from this farm specifically. From what you had heard, the berries were as sweet as candy and amazing to cook with. And Satoru had given you the chance to cook firsthand!! Your chest and stomach buzzed excitedly as your boyfriend grabbed a woven basket from one of the attendants before heading further down the dirt trail toward the rows of berry bushes.

The strawberries were bright, ruby red, contrasting against the green leaves. They varied in different shapes and sizes, but each had your mouth watering as you melted down on the ground, examining each berry and trying to pick the best ones for your dessert. Watching you examine produce was something Gojo had fallen in love with the last year. It was so simple and mundane, but he loved how you were intrigued by different fruits and vegetables. Your eyes roam over them, searching for any signs of bruising or rot. You were a pro.

At first, watching you go through the different apples and cucumbers at the store was more interesting. He honestly didn’t know why you did what you did. Growing up, he was a rich kid, so he never had a chance to go grocery shopping with his parents. Food was usually provided at his estate, and he never really got to watch anyone cooking until he met you. You were so talented in the kitchen, and your passion for baking made him fall even more in love with you.

He couldn't wait to marry you.

“Find any good ones?” He asked, crouching beside you as you cut some plump red berries off the vines.

“Yeah!”

Satoru watched you closely as you rubbed the berry off your shirt before placing it in his hand. “What's this?” he questioned cocking a pristine, white brow at you.

“A taste test!” without any other words, Satoru watched as you took a big bite of your berry, humming the taste.

Satoru usually liked his strawberries in different forms. Ice cream, covered in whipped cream, dipped in chocolate, or cake form. But from seeing how your cheeks slightly flushed at the taste that flooded your mouth. He decided to give his berry a shot. Gojo bit into the plump., his eyes going wide behind his sunglasses as he chewed the sugary sweetness and his mouth.

“Mmm!”

“It’s good, right?! It tastes just like candy.”

“Mhmm!” Satoru took another bite of his berry, swallowing the sweet, tangy fruit. It’s so good! I can see why people say these are the best strawberries in town!”

You grinned back at your boyfriend, heading further down the row of bushes, cutting and picking the best strawberries you could find, dropping them into the basket your boyfriend held for you. Your mind was reeling with different recipes you could make with all the berries you were collecting: strawberry shortcakes, crêpes, and parfaits. Hell, Satoru had just bought you an ice cream maker so you could try making some ice cream! The possibilities were endless.

You had gone down two rows of berry bushes, picking out the best ones. It wasn’t until you reached the other end of the second row that you turned to look into the basket to admire the collection you had been picking. Only when you looked in the basket were the berries gone.

Where did your berries go?! Snatching the basket out of your boyfriend’s hands, you flipped it over, searching for any hole or malfunction that might have caused your berries to be missing. When you noticed no hole in the basket, you quickly turned around, looking over your shoulder at the ground, searching for any berries that might have fallen out. Only there was nothing but your footprints and other patrons lining the rows.

“That’s so weird! Toru, did you notice if I’ve been missing the basket? I know I had to put about fifteen strawberries in there.” You sat on your knees, scratching your head before sighing. “Or maybe it's the summer heat gett—” When you looked up at your boyfriend, you found the answer to your question.

Satoru hadn’t even realized what he was doing until he saw the look on your face. When you picked the berries and dropped them into the basket, he reached for them, admiring their beauty. But when he picked them up, it reminded him of the sugary taste that had accompanied the strawberry you had given him. So, before he knew it, the berries you were dropping in the basket soon found their way into his mouth.

When you sit back on the heels of your feet, looking at your boyfriend crouched next to you, you catch him red-handed, or in this case, red-lipped. He was happily munching on one of the strawberries between his teeth, and the green stem stuck out of his mouth as he nibbled the sweet fruit. Red began to stay in the outside corners of his mouth as he spit the stem of the strawberry out. Both of you have sat there across from each other. Your boyfriend’s mouth was smeared with red remains of strawberry juice, and the basket between you was still empty, like when you started ten minutes prior.

“Toru—”

“What?”

“You’re eating all our berries.”

“Oh,” He hummed before plucking a berry off one of the bushes, wiping it off on his shirt before pushing the end of the fruit against your bottom lip. “Sorry, I should’ve offered, here’s one!”

Without arguing, you took the berry between your teeth, biting down on it. The sugary taste rolled over your tongue, leaving you sinking back into the dirt, humming happily at the taste. It was so decadent, leaving you wanting more, that it was easy to see how your boyfriend had managed to eat the basket you were slowly filling up.

“Shit, these are so good.”

“Yeah, they are! Super good!”

You snapped out of the trance the siren, like berries, had you under. “But! These are for our dessert tonight, remember? We can’t eat all the berries we pick. I need some to make our strawberry shortcake.” Satoru nodded in understanding while he picked another berry off the bush and popped it in his mouth.

“Right, of course, the dessert!”

“Toru!” you giggle at his antics. “Stop eating them all, baby.”

You had to give it to your loving boyfriend. He did give it his all, trying to resist temptation and eat all the berries you dropped into your basket. But by some miracle, he did not eat them all; a few went missing when your back was turned. But you were luckily able to fill up your entire basket with strawberries. You have wanted to go through the raspberry in the blueberry rows next, but the thought of your boyfriend stuffing himself full of berries before dinner had you just reaching for the prepackaged one the farm sold.

With your berries in hand, you and Satoru return to the car as the sun sets. You were about to reach for the door handle when you noticed your boyfriend had stopped. He was standing a few feet away from the car with sunglasses, pushing his bangs out of his face as his cerulean eyes twinkled in the fiery hue of the setting. There’s a look in his eyes that you can’t quite read as he turns to face you, jabbing his fun towards the setting sun with a broad, dazzling grin.

“What do you say we stay here and watch the Sunset before heading home?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Satoru worked quickly, grabbing the blanket he kept in his car and unfolding it on the grass. As you leaned back, you both plopped onto the fuzzy dark blue blanket with your basket of berries between you, watching the thunderheads form in the distance, a kaleidoscope of pinks, oranges, and lilacs. The sky was vibrant, a beautiful evening for your one-year anniversary with the man who had changed your life for the best.

You sighed contently, popping a strawberry in your mouth before you leaned into your boyfriend, resting your head on his shoulder as he ate one of the strawberries himself. Satoru’s arms sneaked around your waist, holding you close to his side as he fed you another strawberry, his eyes on the horizon. The day had been perfect—a fantastic first anniversary. Life didn’t get much better than this.

“Sweetheart.”

You peered up at Satoru, smiling shyly. “Yeah, Toru?” The white-haired man popped another strawberry into his mouth, chewing down on it as his eyes left the setting sun to focus solely on you.

“I love you. Happy anniversary.”

“I love you too Toru, happy anniversary baby.” You reached the basket before you, finding most of the berries gone. “Oh my god,” you laughed out loud. Did we seriously eat all of the berries!?”

With a glance into the basket, you watched your boyfriend grimace at the sight of the missing berries. “Oh shit, I guess we did.” He pulled the basket onto his lap, digging through it as if looking this way would help him find other berries at the bottom.

“Looks like we still need to stop at the store to pick up some berries so I can make strawberry shortcakes to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Oh wait! I think this one is going to be perfect.”

“Toru, I can't make strawberry shortcake with just one bar—” the rest of the words leave you as you turn your attention towards your boyfriend, who isn’t holding a bar in his hand but a navy blue box in the palm of his hand. You gasp, watching as he turns and places himself down on one knee. “O-Oh, my god! Oh my god!”

“Baby, I love you so much. This last year has been the greatest year of my entire life, I love you so damn much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Your boyfriend opened the box with shaky hands, revealing a gorgeous engagement ring that twinkled in the setting sun's light. “I want more days like this. Picking berries with you out in the countryside, watching you pick vegetables out at the store, and just being with you is all I want. I promise to take care of you for as long as I live. You’ll never have to want anything in your life. Will you marry me?”

The tears streamed down your cheeks as you sniffled and nodded your head, holding your left hand out to him. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” Satoru fuck the urge to fist pump; instead, he very calmly put the engagement ring on your finger. “Oh my god! Toru, it's so pretty!” you squealed, throwing yourself on top of Gojo, smothering him with kisses as you pulled your hand back to look lovingly at your ring.

Gojo, they’re on the blanket, hands running down your back as he focuses his attention not on the fields of bright, multicolored berries or the vibrant setting sun. His attention is focused on the most beautiful thing in the entire universe: you, his former client, best friend, and future wife, who is his everlasting summer day.

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