pleasee pls pls pls write smth about this fanart
https://x.com/yunonoai/status/1715909877149876703?s=46
tags pervert-ish!gojo, pantie stealing, sniffing, fucking, no implied pronouns but reader uses panties (duh) 🤷🏻♀️, masturbation to explicit thoughts, nsfw fanarts in the links, not proofread. word count 581.
xoxo romi yuana doing gods work with these fanarts
you found it weird, not being able to find one of your panties one day but it would magically appear the next day perfectly folded and placed in your drawer as if it had been sitting there the whole time, or how it ended up clean and spotless even though you didn't recall putting them in the washing machine. still you brushed aside those contemplations and assumed it was the nice (rare) acts of gojo doing chores. how could you have known, gojo took great pleasure in finding a pair of your used panties laying beside your bed or somewhere inside of the shared laundry basket.
getting home an hour earlier from you so he could snoop into your room eyes searching, yearning, for a pair. no luck in your room? he goes straight into the laundry basket, hands lifting up other pieces of clothing to find his so wanted treasure. gojo often found himself disgusted by his perverted actions, but those thoughts would be long gone when he feels his pants tightening at the touch of your white slick, coated on one of your laced underwear. his eyes roam around the bathroom as if he has the chance of getting caught in the empty apartment, before stuffing the piece in his pocket. his pace is quick when he makes his way into his room. settling at the edge of the bed, the first piece of garment that leaves gojo's body is his pants. the boxers, already dirty with a stain of precum, following after. he had craved you all day.
his fist containing the pair of wrinkled panties shifts towards his nose as gojo sniffs, a muscle memory that he has seemed to get used to. his eyes roll back and shut, free hand slowly rubbing onto his dick that had been craving attention for the past few minutes. gojo's muscles tense at your smell. how better would it have been if it was your pussy instead of these dirty panties. his mind was filled with you, the outline of your face flashed inside his head, a soft blush coating his cheeks. his imagination sculpted into something more explicit. gojo's eyes opened with a groan. he wanted much more, to kiss you, feel you. he huffs, panties making contact with his dick. hand skillfully pumps up and down dragging the piece of cloth along with it. a sweat drop builds up on gojo's temple, slowly trickling down, as his muscles tense once more signaling that he was getting close. his thoughts gets deeper, imagining you in so many ways, taking his dick. hips bucking up, his wrist uses its left strength to give gojo's dick two more pumps. the so waited release sprawls over the material, his fuilds marking up the 8th pair of panties this week.
his breathing was tattered, chest heaving up and down. he could feel his heart beat on his softening dick. as gojo gulped taking in the sight of your messed up underwear, his faced flushed. some sort of embarrassment crept on him. he just never seemed to get used to the feeling. he cleaned up, making his way to the bathroom, tossing the panties into the washing machine along with a few other pieces. which would finish long before you step inside the house.