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Cat's Out Of The Bag !!

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Contents: fluff, angst, comfort, slightly suggestive, depiction of serious injury, transformed-cat Satoru, miscommunication… very ooc, reader thinks Satoru hates her, but really he’s just stupid and shy, tense changes, and a somewhat messily written end

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Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo bunny!suguru fic (i love you)

You always thought Gojo Satoru disliked you, or at the very least, tolerated you with polite indifference. You knew you were the weakest link in your circle, and he never let you forget it through his careful avoidance. So when disaster struck and you were tasked with the care of a feline Satoru, you couldn’t help but feel the uncomfortable tension between tufts of fur.

Somewhere amidst the destroyed furniture, the 3 AM zoomies, and the way those impossibly blue eyes watch your every move, you start to wonder if you'd read him wrong all along. And when he finally does change back, you realize the real curse might be trying to defer to the way things were.

There has never been a curse-related obstacle Satoru Gojo could not face on his own. It was not hyperbole to claim he was the strongest among you, the best equipped to come out unscathed from a battle.

So how was it, exactly, that he was stood before you, amidst your couch cushions, a near six feet shorter, with copious amounts of fur coalescing into a large white ball?

Perhaps it would help to take a step back, to trace the thread of events that led you here.

Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the school's courtyard, warming your spot on the bench when you got the call.

Shoko's voice pulled you to your feet with a single word: emergency.

You needed to come to her office immediately, she had said. You had stood upright against the gentle wind, gauging the seriousness of the situation. She had insisted urgency, but her voice had betrayed her, staccato giggles, words stretched tight with suppressed amusement.

Shoko did not giggle.

You had made an attempt at getting the details, but none were granted. Very little information had been given by the time you had swept up your bag and rushed to your friend's office. Shoko greeted you at the door, her lips pursed in a tentative fashion.

When you rounded the corner into her lab, you immediately saw Suguru, his back slumped against a chair with an arm stretched up high, covering his eyes.

The room was filled with a tension you don't think you've ever felt before. Something uneasy, balancing on the edge of fear and elation.

"What is it?" Perhaps you had read Shoko's cadence wrong, perhaps she hadn't been laughing, perhaps this was serious.

Suguru removed his arm from his face, revealing an embarrassed smile. He tilted his head in the direction of the lab counter.

And that's when you saw him.

"Shoko!!" You gasped.

Halfway out of the infirmary sink, struggling with admirable determination, was a large white cat. Long-haired and distinctly out of sorts. The creature regarded you with a massive set of blue eyes.

#this is so fucking cute god help me #satoru gojo x reader #jjk #WAH

kenzenwrites

bestfriend!gojo gets exposed to sex pollen while on a mission

Pairing: gojo x fem!reader, sorcerers, coworkers, best friends!

A/N: i kind of live for this version of satoru

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sex pollen, so automatically dubious consent, best friends to lovers, male masturbation, breaking and entering (does it count if it's a spare key?), needy!satoru, panty kink if you squint, quickie by my standards, satoru crying, missionary, cumming inside, love confessions.

It happens after a long day at Jujutsu High.

You're both sitting side by side on the steps outside the faculty building, spring in the air, watching the sun bleed into the horizon. Gojo's chewing on a green tea mochi, blindfold pulled slightly above one eye, while you quietly nurse a bottle of water.

You're letting out a long sigh when he digs into his pocket suddenly, fishing around until he pulls out a tiny silver key on a silly little cartoon panda keychain. He holds it out between two long fingers, wiggling it in front of you.

“Here. Don’t say I never give you anything."

You blink. “What’s this for?”

“My place, Sweets," he says, too casually. He doesn’t look at you when he says it, just stares at the candy in his mouth like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “You know. In case of emergencies. Like if I’m kidnapped. Or if you miss me too much.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks warm as you take it. “Why would I ever need this?”

“Because you love me,” he shoots back instantly, flashing that wide grin. But there’s something softer in his eyes when he finally glances at you, something he masks quickly by leaning back on his elbows, tilting his head toward the sky.

“Nice. Does this come with a lifetime supply of sweets, too, or just the key?”

“Please. Being around me is already a lifetime supply of sweet.”

You snort, not prettily, “Oh, please. More like a lifetime supply of cavities.”

Gojo puts his hands over his chest, feigning hurt. "Ouch."

You twirl the keyring between your fingers, laughing despite yourself. “Fine. But if I find your place trashed with takeout containers, I’m not cleaning up.”

“Fair. But if you eat all my sweets, we’re over.”

It’s lighthearted, silly. But when you slip the key into your pocket, it feels heavier than it should. And the smile he hides behind his lollipop is brighter than he wants you to notice.

The path into the village was quiet. Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that made every rustle of leaves sound like a warning. You scanned the tree line, cursed energy pricking faintly at your senses.

Beside you, Gojo shoved his hands into his pockets, humming like you were out for a Sunday stroll instead of hunting a grade-one curse.

“You’d think if Hanami wanted to stir up trouble, they’d pick somewhere less boring,” he said, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. “I mean, come on. At least rampage in Tokyo, give me something pretty to look at.”

You shot him a look. “You mean skyscrapers? Or yourself in the reflection of the skyscrapers?”

He grinned. “Both. Efficiency.”

You rolled your eyes but kept your guard up, scanning the narrow dirt road ahead. “If you spent half as much energy on the mission as you do on hearing yourself talk, we’d be done by now.”

“Rude. I’ll have you know, my commentary boosts morale.” He stepped ahead, turning to face you as he walked backward, blindfold catching the dying light. “Admit it. You’d be miserable without me.”

You tightened your grip on your weapon. “I’d be focused without you.”

“Focused. Miserable. Same thing.”

Despite yourself, the corner of your mouth twitched. He caught it instantly, smirking like he’d just won the entire mission single-handedly. Typical Satoru.

Still, as the air shifted heavier, laced with something earthy and sharp you knew the joke was over. Hanami was close.

Gojo’s grin didn’t falter, but you saw the subtle way his shoulders squared, the easy swagger melting into sharp readiness. For all his running mouth, when it came to battle, he was nothing but precision.

“Showtime,” he murmured.

The air turned heavy, thick with the hum of cursed energy. The trees around the village road seemed to lean inward, branches became curling fingers.

Gojo stopped walking backward and tipped his head slightly, blindfold shifting as if he were looking right through the darkening woods. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice light but pitched low with anticipation. “Looks like our floral friend finally decided to say hi.”

Before you could reply, the ground trembled. Roots tore through the dirt, twisting upward like snakes, forcing you to leap back. Bark split with a sound like cracking bone, and from the shadows, Hanami emerged, flowers blooming grotesquely across its shoulders, vines pulsing with cursed energy.

You tightened your grip on your weapon, heart hammering. Gojo only grinned wider. “You know, I was just saying how boring this mission was. Thanks for the save.”

Hanami didn’t answer, not in words. Instead, it hurled a spear of sharpened wood toward you. You braced, but Gojo was already there, Infinity shimmering, the spear disintegrating before it could touch you.

“Careful,” he said, smirk curling at the edges. “You break easy.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but Hanami’s next attack swallowed your words. Vines lashed forward, roots splitting the earth beneath your feet. You ducked and sliced through one, cursed energy flaring bright, while Gojo snapped his fingers, unleashing a ripple of raw power that sent branches splintering in every direction.

For a moment, it felt like the two of you had the upper hand, that is until Hanami’s body pulsed, flowers on its shoulders bursting open. A thick cloud of golden pollen exploded into the air, glittering in the dying light.

Normally, anything airborne would have harmlessly curved around Gojo, sheared off by the endless distance of Infinity. But this- this wasn’t ordinary pollen. The cloud burned with cursed energy, thick and alive, seeping through the barrier as though it were smoke curling under a locked door.

“Cover your mouth!” you shouted, yanking your sleeve over your nose.

The trace that brushed against your skin stung, but you forced it out with cursed energy. Gojo wasn’t so lucky. Standing right in the blast, he inhaled sharply as the haze curled around him, coughing once before he straightened too quickly.

“Pfft. Please,” he said, brushing at his uniform as if it were dust. “Gonna take more than a little plant perfume to mess with me.”

But his laugh snagged in his throat. His hand lingered a second too long at the edge of his blindfold, and beneath his smirk you caught a flicker of strain.

Hanami was gone. The village was quiet again. And for the first time, you had the uneasy sense that Gojo was lying.

You lowered your sleeve slowly, eyes darting over the ruined road. “They got away.”

“Eh, they’ll show up again,” Gojo said, too fast. He waved one hand like it didn’t matter, the other tugging at his blindfold as though it suddenly felt too tight. “Persistent little weed, aren’t they?”

Something was wrong. His voice was light, but his shoulders were rigid, and the air around him thrummed unevenly. You opened your mouth to press, but before you could, his hand clamped around your arm.

“Let’s go.”

The world folded in a blink, and suddenly you were standing in the courtyard of Jujutsu High.

You staggered, disoriented. “What the- Gojo, the car- You usually drag missions out just to annoy me. What happened to ‘post-battle ramen’ or bragging about how easy that was?”

Gojo’s mouth twitched, but the grin didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hanami got away. I need to talk to Shoko.”

You frowned, stepping closer. “Then I’ll come with you. Were you hurt?-”

But before you could finish, he was already moving, long strides eating up the space between you.

"Gojo! Hey, where are you going?!"

For once, he didn’t turn back with a joke, didn’t throw you a wink over his shoulder.

He just disappeared into the main hall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched.

You stood frozen in the courtyard, the echo of his absence louder than any words. Gojo Satoru didn’t brush people off. Not you. Not like that.

And the pit in your stomach told you something was very, very wrong.

Two days passed.

At first, you told yourself it was nothing. Gojo may skip teaching his classes sometimes, but it was always deliberate- always for show. He’d vanish for half a day, then pop up in your classroom window mid-lecture just to make your students laugh. Or he’d send you some ridiculous meme at three in the morning, proof that he was alive and smug as ever.

But this time? Nothing.

No texts. No calls. No sudden appearances in the hallways. Jujutsu High felt strangely hollow without his constant, obnoxious energy filling every space.

By the second morning, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Yaga was short with you, waving off your questions about Gojo with a brusque, “He’s fine. Focus on your students.” But you noticed the way his eyes softened just a fraction, like he knew more than he was saying.

Shoko was worse. She wasn’t avoiding you. If anything, she was too polite, too careful. When you pressed her in the infirmary, demanding, “Is he hurt? Did Hanami do something?-” she just looked at you for a long moment before sighing around her cigarette.

“He’ll be fine,” she said. Quiet. Certain. Then, almost like an afterthought: “Give him space, okay?”

Space.

The word rattled in your chest as you left her office, no more reassured than when you went in.

Gojo was gone. Yaga and Shoko were acting like conspirators. And you were left with nothing but an ache in your chest and a gnawing worry that only grew sharper each time you walked past his empty classroom.

By the end of the second day, you couldn’t take it anymore. If Gojo wasn’t coming back to you, then you’d go to him.

Cake box in hand, you headed for his apartment

You stopped at a bakery on the way, picking up his favorite-strawberry shortcake, because if anything could coax him out of hiding, it was sugar. Cake box in hand, you made the familiar walk up to his apartment, heart drumming harder with each step.

The hallway was quiet as you knocked once, then again, the sound echoing against the sterile walls.

“Gojo? It’s me. I brought cake. You better open up, or I’m eating the whole thing myself.”

Silence.

You tried again, harder this time, but there was no shuffle of feet, no obnoxious voice shouting back. You sighed, leaning your forehead briefly against the door. Two days without a word, and now this.

Your fingers brushed against your pocket, where something small and metallic pressed against the fabric. The spare key. You remembered the day he’d given it to you. Flippant grin, dumb joke, eyes a little too soft behind his shades. “Emergency use only. Like if I run out of mochi. Or if you miss me too much.”

You hesitated, thumb rubbing over the cool metal. This wasn’t what he meant. But this wasn’t nothing, either.

“This counts as an emergency, idiot,” you muttered under your breath.

The lock clicked easily. The door creaked open.

Inside, the apartment was dark, unnaturally so. No blinds pulled, no clutter of candy wrappers or empty takeout containers, no faint hum of his terrible taste in pop music. Just silence.

You set the cake carefully on the kitchen counter, telling yourself you’d leave it there and go. But then-

A sound. Faint. Low. A muffled groan.

You froze, blood rushing hot in your ears. “Gojo?”

No answer. Just that sound again, strained and broken, seeping through the crack of his bedroom door.

Your chest tightened. He was hurt. He had to be. That was the only explanation.

You moved toward the door, every step heavier than the last, hand hovering over the handle as the sound came again- louder this time, raw enough to raise goosebumps across your skin.

Whatever was happening to him, he sounded seriously ill. Without any further thought besides bullying your friend into going back to see Shoko, you grasped the handle more firmly.

Your hand trembled as you pushed the bedroom door open.

The first thing that hit you was the heat- thick, stifling, rolling out of the room like a wave. Then your eyes caught up.

Gojo.

Naked.

Flat on his bed, body gleaming with sweat, head tipped back against the pillow. His fist moved, stroking his cock in a desperate rhythm, knuckles white, chest heaving like he couldn’t catch enough air.

You froze.

“Oh my god!” you yelled, slapping a hand over your eyes.

At the exact same time, Gojo’s head jerked to face you, a strangled moan ripping out of him-“Oh my god!”-for a completely different reason.

“Y-You’re- You’re- oh my god!” you stammered again, peeking between your fingers before snapping them shut tighter, as Gojo jerks his hands off of his dick long enough to grasp a throw pillow and drag it unceremoniously in front of his groin.

You slapped your hand tighter over your eyes, words tumbling out in a panicked rush.

“I’m so sorry! Oh my god- I didn’t- I thought you were hurt, and then- I didn’t know-” Your voice cracked, heat burning through your cheeks. “You were just… enjoying your time off! God, I shouldn’t have-I’ll just go, I’ll-”

You spun half a step toward the door.

“Wait!”

The word cracked out of him, desperate. Another broken sound followed, part-groan, part-plea. “Wait, don’t- please don’t-”

Your hand froze on the doorknob. The tremor in his voice rooted you in place. Slowly, you turned back, still covering your face, daring a tiny peek between your fingers.

Gojo was a wreck. Sweat-soaked hair plastered to his forehead, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon, bright blue eyes blown wide and unfocused.

“Gojo…”

“I’m-” He broke off, throat working, words catching like thorns. His free hand clawed at the sheets. “I’m not- It’s not like that.” His voice cracked into a moan, trembling. “It’s the pollen- Hanami- It got inside me. I can’t- can’t stop. Thought I could ride it out but… it’s killing me.”

Your stomach dropped.

He dragged in a ragged breath, every muscle shivering with the effort to hold himself together. “For days… only thought of you. Only wanted you.” His laugh came out choked, raw. “Figured I’d die before I said it out loud, but- please. Please. Don’t leave me. I need-”

His voice broke, the words dissolving into another groan as his hips started moving against the fabric of the cushion, grinding a bit as if it was out of his control. Fingers fisted helplessly in the sheets, he choked out the last in a hoarse whisper:

“Please. I only want you.”

Your chest heaved, words tangled on your tongue. “Gojo, I- this is crazy. You’re… you’re saying-”

“That I want you?” His voice was hoarse, desperate, but steady. “I’ve only wanted you. Days. Months. I just never thought-” He broke off with a ragged laugh, head tipping back against the pillow. “You’re too good for me. That’s the truth.”

Something in you cracked at the honesty bleeding through.

You’d spent so long hiding it- your crush, your stolen glances, the warmth that always curled in your chest when he was near. You’d told yourself he’d never look at you that way. That you were just his friend. His coworker.

And now here he was, trembling and undone, begging you to stay.

Your hand slipped from the doorknob, legs carrying you forward before you even realized it. “You idiot,” you whispered, half-laughing, half-crying.

His body visibly exhaled, his wide eyes catching the glow of the streetlight through the blinds. The sound he made was wrecked relief, like he’d been holding his breath for years and finally let it go.

“Sweets, please…” He reached out for you, his hands dropping the covers to touch any part of you he could get.

The mattress dipped under your weight as you slid beside him, your fingers brushing his fever-hot skin, as his own threaded through your hair to the base of your neck. He shuddered at the touch, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting around another desperate moan.

“Please,” he whispered, forehead pressing against yours, voice breaking apart. “Stay. Don’t leave me like this. I only want you.”

Your answer was a shaky breath and the way you leaned in, lips brushing his, finally- finally- giving in to everything you’d both been holding back.

His kiss swallowed you whole, desperate and unsteady; he was a man starved past reason. You clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into damp skin, and he groaned into your mouth as if even that touch wasn’t enough.

“Gojo-” you gasped between kisses, half a protest, half a plea.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, breath ragged, eyes glassy under the crooked blindfold. His voice cracked, raw and wrecked. “Satoru.”

"What?"

"You need to call me Satoru."

Your heart stuttered. It felt too intimate, too raw-but you couldn’t deny him. Not now. “…Satoru.”

The sound broke him. His head tipped back, a hoarse groan tearing out of him, shuddering all the way through his chest. When he looked at you again, his grin was gone. "Come here. Come here."

His hands move down from your neck to your waist as he pulls you further onto the bed. He maneuvers you underneath him, and he's yanking the skirt you wore to work today up until it's bunched around your hips.

"I know it's too fast- I know- I just can't wait-"

You swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “Satoru,” you gasp, as he pressed his flushed cock between the panties covering your pussy and his warm, flat hand. He immediately starts to rock in a tempting rhythm.

He kissed you like the name was fuel, hands trembling as he dragged you closer, closer, as though he could fuse you into him if he just held tight enough. His body trembled with the strain of keeping himself together long enough to get inside you, every breath shuddering against your lips.

The slide is vicious. His tip bumps into your clit each time he pushes forward. His groans amplify in pleasure as each thrust brings with it a squirt of precum that only serves to make the slide better for you both. Your own wetness joins his.

Your hands reach up to his untamed hair, pulling him down to connect his mouth back to yours. He deepens the kiss as he slips his tongue across your mouth, silently begging to be let in. When you open yours to receive him, he kicks up his hips in an erotic back and forth that leaves you gasping and wanting for more.

His moan is loud and full as one of his thrusts leads him between the line of your panties and the white hot heat forming between your thighs.

"That! I need more of that, baby. God, yes-"

And both of his hands are now spanning your waist, his palms covering your tummy, thumbs pressing both sides of his cock down as the bulge he creates with his tip leaks all over, running through the material, leaving it see-through enough you can just make out the shape of him.

"Can I- Let me put it inside you, yeah? Just- now- I need it now, please, please, please-"

"Yes, I want that, too. Yes, inside me-"

And then- when he finally pressed fully into you, filling the silence with a broken cry of "fuck, fuck, fuck" your own voice cracked without warning, the syllables tumbling out before you could stop them as his engorged cock broke you in all at once.

“’Toru-”

The nickname slipped raw from your lips, strangled with awe and heat. His entire body jolted, forehead dropping against yours.

“Oh god… say it again.”

“’Toru,” you whimpered, clinging to him as if the name itself might anchor you both.

He kissed your temple, your jaw, your lips again, murmuring it back like a prayer, lost in the sound of you, undone by the way you made his name something holy.

"Next time- Next time we're taking our time. But, I- sweets, I need to cum so bad, I'm not gonna last-"

And then his pelvis is smacking into yours- bam, bam, bam- and your moans seem to be forced out of you as his hips reach all the way back and then forward again, and again, and- fuck- again.

His pace grew rougher, faster, every movement trembling on the edge of collapse. The bed creaked under the force of him, and still he begged for more- your voice, your touch, anything that proved you were his.

Your own breath came in shallow bursts, the tension curling low in your belly pulling tighter, higher. He pinned you down, thrusting wildly, deeply.

Your cries tangled with his groans, filling the room, the rhythm between you tightening until every movement felt like it might snap the world in two. Heat pooled low, spreading and climbing with each desperate grind of his hips, each whispered plea against your skin, until you start to feel a familiar shudder run through your body, your cunt involuntarily clenching around his shaft.

A hot tear drops down from his face above you, onto your cheek, "God, so fucking hot, knew it would be so good, say I can cum inside you, say it baby, please, please-"

He moaned, a sound so raw it vibrated through your chest. His pace faltered, then grew even rougher, chasing the edge with single-minded need.

The pressure coiled tighter, unbearable, until the smallest brush of his tip against you as he bottoms out tips you over. A sharp, helpless cry ripped from your throat, your body arching into him as everything broke apart in waves of heat.

Your voice trembled on his nickname, spilling from your lips without thought—“’Toru—”

The sound of it destroyed him. His body tensed, a hoarse groan dragged from deep in his chest as he spilled over the edge with you, shuddering, clinging to you like a man who’d finally found home.

The world dissolved into nothing but ragged breaths and the frantic pound of his heart against yours.

Satoru collapsed against you, trembling, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. For a long moment, the only sound was the thrum of your heartbeats, tangled together, heavy with sweat and relief.

He buried his face against your neck, a shaky laugh rumbling low in his chest. “Sweets… if that’s dying, then I don’t mind going out like this.”

You let out a breathless laugh, pressing your cheek to his damp hair. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Mm,” he hummed, voice thick, words muffled against your skin. “Unbelievably in love with you, maybe.” The words slipped out too easily, almost like he didn’t realize he’d said them until they were hanging between you.

Your stomach flipped. You pulled back just enough to look at him, his blindfold slipped to his jaw, pale lashes clumped with sweat, blue eyes glassy and soft in a way you’d never seen before. Vulnerable. Real.

“’Toru…” you whispered, and the way his breath caught made your chest ache.

He gave you a crooked smile, weak but genuine. “Say it again. Please.”

“’Toru.”

He closed his eyes, forehead resting against yours, another laugh slipping out, small and disbelieving. “God, you kill me. Days of torture, and this-” His fingers threaded shakily through your hair, tugging you closer. “This is the only thing that kept me sane.”

You pressed a kiss to his jaw, your voice gentler than you meant for it to be. “You should’ve told me.”

His arm tightened around your waist, as if you might vanish if he didn’t hold on. “I was scared you’d say no,” he admitted, voice barely a whisper. “Scared I’d ruin everything.”

You cupped his cheek, thumb brushing his damp skin. “You idiot. You ruined me a long time ago.”

For once, Gojo didn’t have a comeback. He just kissed you again, soft and trembling, like a promise.

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