#satoru gojo x gn!reader

[bennysblabbering]

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

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

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

[selfindulgentpixies]

Being seen

Satoru Gojo x Gn!reader

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

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

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

“So who is Gojo Satoru to you?”

You give them an incredulous look. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gojo-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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@strawberrystepmom @nanamikentoseyebags @4sat0ruu @biscuitsngravie @gojoest

[toadtoru]

hmm, i’m thinking about swimmer! satoru going to the olympics. >:D

gn! reader, smut, minors and ageless blocks do not interact!

swimmer! satoru who is super excited to go to paris for the olympics. he’s always locked up at the swimming pool and gym in japan, doing laps and training with suguru.

swimmer! satoru who is obviously there to win, but does he really need to take it that seriously? he’s the best in his field, no one even comes close to his time. so can it hurt if he has a little fun while he’s there?

swimmer! satoru who plans on trying out as many athletes as possible. he’s in the best shape of his life and it’s not often he gets to let loose like this! he even has an unofficial bet with suguru (who pretends to be above it, but still can’t help it if he indulges slightly) about who can get with the most athletes.

swimmer! satoru who’s done for as soon as you end up in his bed. a pretty, little rising star in the athlete world. who knew you were so soft and tight, your warm walls practically milking his cock.

swimmer! satoru who doesn’t want to fuck any other athletes now. he always ends up by your door at the end of the night, knocking till you open, before immediately kissing you and closing the door behind him with his foot.

swimmer! satoru who whines into your neck, telling you how good you are, how he’s never felt anything like your soft body. who has to bite down his lip, his brows furrowed as he sinks into you, desperately trying not to cum immediately.

swimmer! satoru who not only wins competition after competition but also wins the public's hearts. every article is about him, there are countless edits and pictures with thousands of likes.

swimmer! satoru who only has eyes for you. immediately going to find you and excitedly announcing that he’s won again. (you already knew, you watched the competition on your phone.) before claiming that he deserves an award and shoving you into the nearest changing room to bury his face between your legs.

divider by cafekitsune

[chososrightnipple]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just clingy gojo <3

[aae-tuu]

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

Imagine you’re eating a pastry

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

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

like a normal person

except Gojo isn’t normal

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

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

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

you pause as you slowly turn to look at him.

“huh?”

“I want you to bird feed it to me”

“.… what.”

[lovegasmic]

Thinking about overstimulate Gojo Satoru, who keeps whimpering and trashing around saying "Slow down" or "too fast can't take it" which resulting us to tie his hands above his heads FSFSGAHGSHAJAKSJSJ

⋆ mdni. + gn!reader, riding satoru to tears. ‹3

“stop being so whiney” you huff, struggling to contain the white haired erratic trashing underneath your body, straddling his hips. although you tell him to stop, you don’t really mean it, how could you when Satoru is a sight for sore eyes, all flustered, panting with those pretty puffy lips half open.

another whine comes out of him, looking up at you with pleading eyes, “feels so good, babe, I can’t think straight”

he continues, “slow down a bit, ple— a-ah, oh fuck...!” he cries, back arched and hands shaking, digging into the plush of your thighs, each smack of your ass on this milky thighs brings a sharp inhale of air to Satoru’s lungs, his cock twitching and drooling so much precum into your hole the sound is disgustingly loud.

if Satoru were to be honest, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s too deep into the pleasure borderline in pain his mouth just splurts whatever words come to his brain, torn into slamming his hips up to fuck your pretty tight hole, or push you away and get a moment to breath and regain a bit of control. with your boyfriend there was no in between of him mercilessly fuckin’ you to tears, or you making him cry instead.

“stay still” you hiss, attempting to push his hands away from your hips, your waist, thighs, wherever his slender fingers found purchase.

yet all your words fall to deaf ears, “baby....! please, no more!” Satoru cries again, toes curling and almost kicking in the bed at the sublime, painful pleasure.

you curse low, considering the current situation was not going anywhere, so you slide back slightly, —continuing to bounce on his cock so hard Satoru’s groans and whines grew louder, blindly reaching for his eye bandages and struggling to wrap them around his wrists, and then to the headboard that rhythmically squealed under your movements.

“k-kinky” he croaks, an attempt of a laugh bubbling in his chest but quickly replaced by a loud moan, head tossed back as your hole sucked another orgasm out of the blue eyed spent cock.

“if you still have energy to joke around then you’re not fucked enough”

[teddybeartoji]

gojo feels like he's gonna DIE if he doesn't get to kiss you after you've just swallowed his cum. he's instantly tugging you up or he's dropping down to his knees beside you (whichever is the fastest yk) and he's just on you. lips locked, heavy breathing; his hands are just fucking all over you. he's sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth at his own taste. he's such a freak<333333333333

and i think he gets even more turned on if you make fun of him for it a bit. call him disgusting or call him a perv and he's popping another boner<333333333333

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

road tripping with the jjk men

Satoru Gojo is a passenger princess. His bag is full of snacks, with extras in the glove compartment just in case. He sings along with you to 2000s pop and falls asleep with his mouth open, snoring in a seat that’s pushed all the way back to make room for his long-ass legs.

Suguru Geto drives and asks you to put on the custom playlist he’s made for the trip. He sings along to every song, windows down, and needs you to lean over and tie up his hair when it gets messy from the wind. He claims he can drive for hours without getting tired, but gets the strongest energy drink he can find when you stop for gas.

Kento Nanami downloads a bunch of podcasts for the trip, but you both get bored after an hour and you queue up his emo kid playlist from 2008. You both sing at the top of your lungs, and he keeps one hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive, smiling at you as he squints over his green-tinted sunglasses.

Hiromi Higuruma is locked in. His GPS is set, gas tank is full, tires all topped off with air. You don’t have to think about anything except getting comfy in the passenger seat. Listens to audiobooks. When you get bored, you tease him with dirty talk until he’s flustered and threatening to pull over, but you know he loves it.

Choso Kamo convinces you to let him drive after the first few hours because he feels bad making you do it all. He wants to fight anyone who dares to honk at you. If it starts raining, he’s white-knuckling the steering wheel and going 20mph under the speed limit. Honestly you’re not even sure how he has a license…

Toji Fushiguro smokes out the window and asks for road head fifteen minutes into the trip. You roll your eyes and don’t oblige, but you do let him reach over and feel you up as he steers with one hand. He lets you pick the music but asks for gas money. Definitely speeds, but you feel very safe when he drives.

Bonus:

Yuji would love stopping at every weird roadside attraction. World’s biggest ball of yarn? He’s there taking selfies and buying you a souvenir.

Megumi seems like he’d drive, but he actually prefers when you take the wheel so he can hold your hand and DJ.

[yuujiology]

“please accept my feelings!” the girl infront of satoru bowed, shaky hands holding out a letter with a deep red kissmark on it.

satoru wouldve laughed, took the letter, brag in your face for a good thirty minutes, and threw it in the pile that all his other confessions were in, if there wasnt a vibrator lodged up his ass. thanks to you.

“satorus face is also red…” the girl twirled her hair with her finger looking away abashedly. “does that mean you feel the same?” her voice sounded hopeful, pity.

“w–what?” satoru wrapped an arm around his midsection, slightly bending over. “j–just give me the damn letter… hurry..”

the girl was clearly taken aback by the change in demeanour from satoru. before she took him out to the courtyard he looked bored and stood tall, now he looked… kind of constipated and really flushed. but embarrassment comes in all shapes and sizes so who was she to judge. she probably looked like a mess too. “b–but… i wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me to the–“

“m’ gonna cum–“ satoru bit out. oh god, he was going to murder you if he ever saw your face again.

footsteps crunching on gravel got satoru and the girls attention, making them check who was arriving to the scene.

“yeah satoru’ll go! but for now hes coming with me,” your cheery voice spoke, like you werent controlling the settings of a vibrator in your pocket. “isnt that right? you wanna cum?” you rested a hand on his lower back.

the act would’ve looked sweet, if it werent for that mocking edge in your voice. the both of you knew if he stayed he any longer hed for sure cum.

“i wanna cum– p–please,” he shakily turned and gripped your shoulders for support. not trusting the rapidly depleting strength in his legs. “wanna cum so badly!”

“if i didn’t know any better i think satoru wants to come with you, haha,” the girl joked and she scampered away. “anywho, ill text you the details satoru!” she waved and her bubbly form retreated back into the school.

a few moments after she left, satoru became weak in the knees and stumbled in the courtyard, thankfully it was breaktime so there was noone really outside to see him fall apart. “f–fuck you, perverted bastard, turn it off already!”

“say please!”

“do not f–fuck with me...“ he growled through clenched teeth.

“fine fine, geez, whats up your ass today…”

[bennysblabbering]

How they act when they have a crush on you

Content: Fluff. A lot of fluff.

ft. Namami, Choso, Shoko, Gojo

g/n reader!

Nanami:

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

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

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

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

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

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Choso:

-Doesn't even know what a crush is.

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

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

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

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

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

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Shoko:

-Represses it represses it represses it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Gojo:

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

-Calls you "cutie pie" a lot.

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

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

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

-He hopes. Fingers crossed.

[selfindulgentpixies]

MDNI Trans!Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

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

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Mine mine mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s so funny?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ventismacchiato]

GOJO BOYFRIEND TEXTS

gojo satoru x gender neutral reader

established relationship, you’re both sorcerers and went to jujutsu high and now teach and go on missions together

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[toadtoru]

putting pretty pink ribbons on satoru

contents: gn!reader, smut, minors and ageless do not interact!

it’s ridiculous, really. but you saw some girl do it on tiktok, and now you can’t help but imagine how pretty he would look with the pink against his flushed skin. how his biceps would tense as you run your nails down the muscle, how the pretty ribbon would strain and create little red marks on his arms.

which is why you promptly go to the gift section next time you’re out shopping, buying 3 meters of ribbon for a dollar.

and satoru loves it. like, really proper loves it. you tie one around each of his arms, one around his slutty waist topping it off with bows and he’s obsessed.

now, whenever he has upset you, or he feels he’s waited too long for you to come home, or really at whatever minor reason he can come up with, he “wraps” himself up and waits for you like a lovely little gift.

and you indulge him, because how could you not? sitting in his lap, calling him a pretty present, slowly unwrapping him. it’s not long before you’re pushed onto the couch, pressed into the cushions, getting fucked out of your mind.

drool everywhere, eyes helplessly rolling back, tight little hole squelching as each thrust of satoru’s cock, his pelvis against your ass, pushes you closer towards the edge.

ribbon once around satoru’s bicep, now tied around your wrists, keeping your hands behind your back. you reach for his stomach, trying to push him back, get him to slow down, your walls clenching around the intrusion, but it all feels so good.

coherent speech long out the window, reducing you to a babbling mess, crying out pleas and little thank you’s as your orgasm is ripped out of you, causing your entire body to shake.

satoru whines, ribbon still tied around his waist, as he comes deep inside you.

“this is what you wanted, right, baby? fuck, my p– present for you.” he stutters, as he empties himself inside of you, before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of your abused little hole.

-> divider by plutism

[entirelytoooobsessed]

touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.

that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.

who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.

who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.

touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,

who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.

who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.

who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.

touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.

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[nkogneatho]

virgin!gojo's brain stops when you give him head for the first time. he doesn't know how to process the event going on. you are dropped to your knees for him? god. he would only imagine this but now here you are. when your pretty lips kiss his tip, he jerks at the sensation, the softness. you smile and proceed to kitten lick the precum off his cockhead, sending shock down his spine. you don't give him a warning and swallow his cock whole in one go. shit. his heart is basically going to explode. the warmth of your mouth is embracing his long peachy dick. your lower lip is so close to his balls. he grips whatever surface he can until his knuckles go white. he is so cute, all moaning and yelping like that. "ngh—", "unh!", "f-fuuuuck." Sounds like music to your ears. he does this thing with his moan where they are always dragged out in the end and almost never quick. if they were to be quick, he'll start chanting that single word until he has orgasmed. Almost like "ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! fuck"

[shuosen]

gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ‘the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh at his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

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