Ok but giving gojo road head and he feels so good he has to pull over in the nearest parking lot to properly enjoy it oh my god just imagine his head bent backwards and his mouth open eyes closed moaning I can’t I need to suck his cock honestly ❤️ and maybe like if ur feeling a tad bit silly he could be a head pusher in this one 😁😁😁teehee just maybe ONLY jf ur feeling silly nana mwah!
OH I LOVE THIS we’re getting straight into this oh em gee
contains: fem reader, oral(m!receiving), sensitive!gojo, sooooo much dirty talk, road head :p, manhandling, throat fucking, headpusher!gojo <3
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Your hands were all over Gojo, trying to rip off his belt, unzip his pants, and get his cock out as quick as possible.
“Baby slow downn,” he laughed, “My cock ain’t goin anywhere,” He placed a big hand on top of your own while you tried to undo his belt.
“We’ll be home in 20 minutes, ‘s my girl that needy?” he smirked. You ignored his teasing, pushing his hand out of the way; making him giggle and submit, placing it back on the wheel with his other hand.
You had just finished going shopping together. Gojo needed a new designer suit for some fancy get together with the jujutsu higher ups soon, dragging you along with him.
You protested at first, not wanting to spend your day off suit shopping with gojo. You would much rather cuddle up with him on the couch, but you didn’t want to be alone, so you caved, letting him drag you along with him.
And god damn it if you weren’t glad you did. Tight fitting suit after suit being tried on, all tailored perfectly to his measurements, accentuating his big biceps and toned frame.
Watching him roll up his cuffs and fiddle with his jacket was making your mouth water. You were clenching your thighs as he smoothed his big hands down his chest, veiny hands coming up to tighten the tie on his neck.
“How do I look baby? Ya like this one?” He asked, completely unaware of how something so simple as him trying on suits made you want to devour him right this second.
He found out your true feelings later, bringing you back to the car as you finally undid his difficult zipper after struggling with it for a while, reaching your smaller hands into his pants to pull his semi-hard cock out.
“You got this worked up while I was playin dress up? So dirtyy~,” he teased, biting his lip and smirking while you stroked his length in your warm hands, getting him fully erect.
“Satoru,” you said sternly, leaning your body over the center console and placing your mouth inches from his cock, “shut. up.” The second your words were out his cock was filling up your mouth, quickly falling into a rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, making his hips jolt up into your mouth when he drove over a bump, making you gag.
“Ahh- A-hh shittt baby,” Satoru groned, eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his focus on the road, occasionally dropping his gaze to watch the show you were putting on for him.
He dropped a heavy hand on your head, pushing down slightly, making you wince as it hit the back of your throat, “Thought you wanted my cock so bad huh? Cant take it?” he smirked, relishing in the feeling of you swallowing around him, trying to hold back your gags.
Your hand came up to place it on top of his challengingly, pushing his hand down against you. “Oh yeah?” he smirked. Gojo’s fingers curled into your hair as leverage as he started bobbing your mouth up and down on him like a cock sleeve.
“Such a thirsty girl- fuckkk- such a tight fucking throat.” He was trying his best to keep the acceleration of the car at one speed, his legs jerking and jolting every so often when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making his driving a little sketchy.
The vibrations from your moans combined with the tightness of your throat as you choked around him was going straight to his balls, “Gonna make me c-crash the fuckin car holy shiiiiit,” he whined, jaw dropping as moans repeatedly fell from his tongue.
Gojo couldn’t take this for much longer, he yanked you back from his dick, popping your mouth off of him with a wet sound as you coughed and sputtered in the air, hand immediately coming down to stroke him still.
“Gotta pull over, ‘s too fuckin much” he said out of breath, face red and heart beating out of his chest as he took the next exit the freeway provided.
His abs were clenching, back coming off from the back of his seat as you rubbed your thumb on the underside of his cock, right under his head, “Babyyyy, killin me, h-hold on just hold on please,” he wined, his big hand coming down to grip your wrist tight as he frantically searched for a semi secluded place to pull over.
Once he found a nice gravel patch off the side of the road covered decently with thick trees he turned the wheel a little too hard to the side, car rocking the both of you as you settled into the spot.
Gojo quickly put the car into park and flipping his hazards on before he brought you back down onto his cock, “All yours baby, take my fucking dick,” he groaned.
Your lips immediately came to suckle on his tip, before sliding down the length of his cock again. This time he just let his hand rest on your head, slightly pushing down on the downstroke.
His head was tipped back against the seat as loud groans and wines spilled from his slack jaw, “goddd baby that feels so good-“ he choked out, running his hands through your hair.
His abs clench when you swallow around him, moans being cut off with a gag when his dick reached too deep in your throat.
You pop your lips off his dick, rotating your wrist around him while while you jerk him off, “yeah? my throat feel good?” you moan, biting your lip while smiling up at him.
“Yes yes so fucking good pretty, so good” He smiled back at you. His big hand comes up to grip your neck, squeezing as he pulls you up to his mouth, “Don’t stop jerkin’ me off” He whispers before he crashes your lips together, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.
The kiss is so messy; whenever you twisted your twist around his wet tip his jaw would fall open, and his pretty blue eyes would roll back in his head.
“Fuuuuck, Im so close- fuck-“ He moaned into your mouth, gojo’s body jerking when you started pumping him more vigorously.
“Wanna cum d-down ur throat princess, cmon, why don’t you suck my dick again, huh?” His grip still hard on your neck as he gave it w squeeze to emphasize his need.
Gojo was trying his hardest to keep his composure, trying to stave off his orgasm long enough to at least feel your lips around him again, but your hand movements around his cock was making that task feel impossible.
You bit your lip and nodded, feeling his member start to pulse in your hand. He released your neck, letting you drop your head down to his cock again.
You started to kitten lick the tip softly, dipping your tongue into his leaky slit; but gojo was having none of that.
Without warning he shoved the entirety of his cock down your throat, bobbing your head up and down with his new grip on your hair, “Sorry baby, cant put up w-with your fuckin’ teasing when i’m this close” He smirked down at you, watching you struggle to take him.
You adjusted quickly, breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t choke, and focusing on sucking and rolling your tongue around him to get him to finish as fast as possible.
“Yesyesyes just like that fuck- right there-“ His grip tightened at his head fell back with a ‘thmp’ against the headrest when your tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his dick.
You were paying special attention to the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, and it made him feel fucking dizzy. His head was spinning every time your mouth fully engulfed him.
You continued your ministrations, letting the massive man above you manhandle you; pulling and tugging at your hair for his own pleasure, and steadily bringing himself to his orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum babe, oh my godd” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watched your mouth create a mess of spit all over his cock.
Spit strings connected from your chin to his abdomen and balls, the feeling of you moaning and gagging around him; it was all too much.
You felt his cock twitch before you tasted him; his heavy hand pushing you to the base of his dick as hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat.
You swallowed his cum up greedily, like it was the antidote for some poison to save your life. “Fu-uuuck yeahhh” he wined, biting his lip hard watching you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your mouth, “Just-like-that- swallow it alllll,” he emphasized by thrusting his too sensitive dick into your mouth.
His whole body was buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks ran through his body.
When the stimulation became too much for him; and right when your vision started to be covered in black dots from asphyxiation; he pulled you away from his dick.
Still holding your hair as your hand came down to rub at your throat, coughing and gasping for air in the process. “Show me.” he demanded.
Your foggy mind knew exactly what he meant; sticking out your tongue you showed him how you swallowed every last drop of his seed into your tummy, smiling when you put your tongue back in your mouth.
Gojo’s big hand came up to pat your cheek, releasing your hair and opting to grip your jaw in his hand, “Good fucking girl baby~” He cooed, smashing your faces together.
You felt his tongue dart inside your mouth, greedily licking around, trying to taste himself in your mouth.
He pulled away with a smirk, spit string connecting the two of you as he gave you a quick peck, “God i’m still fucking shaking haha” He laughed breathlessly, making you giggle.
Gojo stared into your eyes for a couple more seconds, biting his lip looking at the expanse of your face before his sighed, dropping his hold on your chin.
“Okaayyyy~” He sighed out, tucking himself back in his pants and buckling his seatbelt back up.
By this point you were positive you had drenched a spot through your panties, pants, and his car seat with how aroused you felt, so you felt ecstatic at his next words.
Putting on his blinker and pulling out into the street, his big hand came to rest on your thigh, patting it a couple times before speaking, “I’m gonna eat your pussy till your fucking crying when we get home as thanks for that.”
contains: fem reader, somnophillia (having sex while one party is asleep), pre-established consent, fantasizing, ass play, unprotected sex, so much dirty talk, cum eating, whiny!gojo
note: I wasted no time w/ plot, straight into the smut babyy
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Your door creaked open, the light from the hallway leaking into your room and revealing your sleeping frame, snug underneath the covers of your bedsheets. Gojo tip-toed into the room, careful to not wake you before the fun even started.
Gojo had brought up to you earlier in the week he wanted to try fucking you when you were sleeping, but he didn't want to tell you when he was going to do it, instead the man gave you a vague timeframe-- 'sometime this week', he claimed it would 'make it more exciting'.
You gave your consent, resulting in the biggest grin spreading across his face. Promises fell from his lips that he would make you feel so fucking good while you dreamed about his cock inside you as he actually had his way with you in real life.
Your upper half was clad in one of Gojo's t-shirts, the cloth having scrunched up your body from your movement as you slept, revealing your midriff. Gojo crept through your room, palming his already hard cock through his pants as he made his way to the opposite side of your bed. With slow cautious movements, Gojo slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around your body, his hands resting on your tummy, his fingers rubbing the soft skin soothingly.
Satoru bit his lip as he felt you up, his cock pressed snugly against your ass as he cuddled you, trying to get your sleeping body used to being touched before he actually fucked you. Gojo was so aroused by this situation. You trusting him enough to touch you while you were asleep made his cock so hard it threatened to rip through his pants. You looked so pretty, so vulnerable, all for him.
Gojo humped his hips into your ass slowly as he fondled your sleeping body. His hands slid under your shirt to grope your tits, his warm hans engulfing the fat of your chest as he massaged them in his large hands, his cock twitching at how soft they felt in his grasp.
"Fuck… you're so pretty baby…" Gojo whispered, kissing the back of your head before he placed his head in the crook of your neck, watching his hands move under your shirt, feeling up your chest. His eyes slid over to your face as he watched your eyebrows scrunch slightly when he pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling the stiff buds.
"Does that feel good?" He whispered, biting his lip as he kept his eyes glued to your face, desperate for any other small reactions you had in your sleep. "You dreamin' about me right now?" He asked, knowing he would get no response. "Wonder what 'ur dreamin' about…" Gojo pondered, pressing his hips harder against you, his clothed cock fitting perfectly between your ass cheeks.
"Hmmmm," Gojo mumbled into the quiet room, the soft sounds of air breathing through the vent on your ceiling. "How should I take you?" He asked himself out loud, one of his hands retracting from your tits to slide down his body, grabbing the band of his pants.
Satoru slid his checkered pants and boxers off with one hand, his hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen, the precum already accumulated on his tip and smearing onto the skin of his pelvis. After his pants had been kicked off, discarded somewhere on the ground, Gojo grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it lightly against your panty-clad ass.
"I could fuck your tight asshole right now and you would never know, huh?" Gojo whispered, pulling the covers off of your body before he grabbed his cock once more and pressed his fat tip against your covered asshole, pressing against it. "Unless you woke up, heh." He laughed to himself, slowly thrusting his tip against your ass.
"Would you want that?" Gojo whispered, wrapping his arms around your body once more, his naked cock being pressed between your soft cheeks as he rolled your body so you were laying fully on your stomach, your legs closed together as your ass was presented nice and pretty for him. Gojo placed his hands on the bed next to your shoulders, his hips pressed snugly into your ass as he dry-humped his cock against you, his pre-cum being smeared against your skin.
"Would you be scared if you woke up to my cock inside your ass?" Gojo groaned, his cock twitching at the idea. You made a small noise in your sleep, your eyebrows scrunching together once more when he pressed his cock harder against you. "Yeah?" Gojo giggled at your perfectly timed reaction to his words.
"Don't worry baby, I won't do it… this time." He reassured you, even though you didn't hear a word he said. Gojo humped his hips hard against your ass, keeping his dick pressed against you for a moment before he pulled away and sat on the back of your thighs. "Gotta get you ready for me, pretty girl," Gojo said, his long fingers sliding your panties down slowly off of your body. The small cloth sticking to your cunt from how wet you were as he peeled them away.
A string of your slick connected to the cloth, a sight that Gojo's eyes did not miss. "Oh fuck, you already wet for me, princess?" He groaned under his breath, his cock twitching at the sight. It was at that moment that Gojo decided he needed to have a taste of you, just working you open on his fingers was not going to be enough.
Gojo shook his head as he slid threw his leg over your body, both of his legs resting on one side of you as he peeled your panties down the length of your legs, slipping your feet out of the holes. Your comforter got dragged off of you from Gojo's ministrations, leaving your body at his complete mercy.
Gojo grabbed your shins and peeled your legs open from the end of the bed, his hands sliding up and up and up your legs as he made room for himself, your legs spread just enough for him to lay down between them as you laid on your stomach, your cunt and cute puckered hole exposed for his all-seeing eyes to feast upon.
"Your pussy is so fucking cute, baby." Gojo praised, shaking his head in disbelief as he spread your ass apart, your pussy lips spreading in tandem. "You can feel all of this huh? 'S that why you're so wet? Am I touching you in your dreams right now?" Gojo teased, his words only egging himself on.
Gojo placed both of his massive hands on your ass, massaging the fat in his hands, his watchful eyes taking in the way your pussy squished together as he groped you. He leaned his face close to your cunt, inhaling deeply as he took in your scent, his cock squished between his tummy and the sheets twitching when the sweet scent of your cunt reached his nose.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he groped and sniffed you like some pervert. He wanted to take this time when you were asleep to do things you would otherwise be too embarrassed to let him do while you were awake. "Let's see if this wakes you up," Gojo mumbled before he leaned in fully, suffocating himself between your ass, his tongue poking out between his lips to taste your cunt, the appendage running up your folds.
He heard you whimper when his tongue brushed your clit, the small sound spurring him on, making his cock twitch against your sheets. Gojo shut his eyes as he pressed his face harder against you, his tongue wasting no time in hastily licking all around your pussy. His hands spread apart your ass, the pad of one of his thumbs dangerously close to your puckered hole.
Gojo moaned into your folds, your legs twitching at the sensitive feeling when the vibrations sent shockwaves into your clit. Gojo pulled away, his greedy eyes taking in how wet and sloppy your cunt looked from just a few seconds with his tongue. "God, you taste so fucking good." He groaned before he dove back in, his face burring deeper against you, suffocating himself so he could take your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he sucked it between his lips.
He felt the little thing throb in his mouth as he beat his tongue against it, making him giggle. The pad of his thumb got more bold as he went on, the digit pressing against it slightly, rubbing teasing circles against it, not daring to push any further. Gojo rut his hips into the bed, unable to hold back his arousal from how much this situation was turning him on.
He shook his head against your folds before he pulled back with a gasp, his jaw dropped open as he heaved air into his lungs. "How are you staying asleep, huh? Thought my tongue would wake you up for sure." Gojo whispered, astonished. While he caught his breath, getting ready to dive back into your cunt, a small bottle on your bedside table caught his attention. The bottle being illuminated perfectly by the light seeping in from the hallway like a spotlight.
The little white label on the bottle read 'sleeping pills'. Gojo licked his lips, groaning into the air when he realized why you were sleeping so well. "You're so fucking naughty. You really wanted me to have my way with you while you're asleep huhhh~?" Gojo cooed, feeling his cock leak pre-cum into your sheets at the revelation. "Didn't even try 'n hide it." He giggled.
"Alright, I'll give you what you want," Gojo mumbled before he leaned back in, his tongue immediately poking at the entrance of your cunt. His tongue slipped in with ease, your walls squeezing around his tongue as he worked you open, thrusting his tongue in and out of your tight hole. "Mmmm-" Gojo moaned, one of his hands leaving your ass to slide under his body to wrap around his cock, his hips thrusting into the tight hole he made with his fist, his eyes rolling back as he fucked his hand while he drank up your juices.
As much as Gojo was enjoying eating your pussy like this, he didn't know how much longer he could go without being inside you. His fist usually did the job of tidying him over while he stretched you out for his cock, but it just wasn't doing it for him right now, he needed to be inside you before he lost his mind.
Gojo continued to stretch you out on his tongue, his hand jerking over his length, smearing his pre-cum over his cock as it leaked continuously from his tip, making a mess of your sheets. He opened his mouth against your pussy, sticking his tongue into your cunt as far as it could go and shaking his head against you one last time before he pulled away and sat up immediately.
"I can't take this shit anymore." Gojo groaned, his cock throbbing in the air as he used his large hands to press your thighs together, his hips straddled the backs of your thighs, right under your ass as he got ready to give you his cock. "I know you want it just as bad as I do, isn't that right?" He cooed. Gojo grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his leaky tip on your ass before he pressed his cock between your legs, his cock being hugged by your thighs and pussy from the position he had you in.
"Fuckkkk…" He grits through his teeth, rubbing his tip along your pussy before he caught his tip in your entrance. "Take my cock baby." Gojo groaned as he began feeding his cock into your tight walls. He groaned at how greedily your pussy sucked up his cock, your walls hugging around him each time he pulled out like you didn't want him to leave as he got you used to his cock.
"You want me bad huh?" He whined, taking pleasure in the feeling of your thighs squeezing together, your body trying to bring you relief even in your sleep. Gojo leaned over your body, his arms perched on either side of your body as he fucked the entirety of his cock into you, keeping his hips flush against yours as he relished in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him.
"Fuck baby, 'ur killin' me." Gojo let out a lengthy groan, tipping his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttering around them, his body struggling to deal with the intense pleasure. You always felt so fucking tight in this position, it drove him crazy. "Thank god you're asleep… I'm not going to last very long. 'Pussy is squeezing me like crazy, fuck-." Gojo moaned to himself as he pulled his cock out a couple of inches before thrusting it back into you.
You gasped in your sleep, your cunt clenching around his cock as he repeatedly drilled right into your sweet spot. "Ngh-! Loosen up baby, c'mon…" Gojo whined, biting his bottom lip between his teeth, his thrusts pausing as he fought to not fill your cunt with his cum so soon. It would be a shame to end this so quickly.
You didn't listen, of course, your cunt continuing to squeeze and pulse around him, even when he kept his hips still against you. "Fuck… just what are you dreaming about?" Gojo giggled through a groan as he pulled his hips back, humping them against your ass, the fat rippling from his ministrations.
"Better be dreaming about me," Gojo said through his teeth posessively. Gojo dropped his eyes down to look at where the two of you were connected as he picked up the pace of his hips, the squelching from your pussy reaching his ears and making his face heat up, a deep blush spreading across his face.
Gojo felt his balls tighten with his release the longer he watched his cock fuck in and out of you, a white ring of your cum forming around the base of his cock each time he thrust inside you. Gojo was fighting to keep his whimpers and whines at bay. Barely five minutes inside your cunt as he was a pussydrunk mess, his jaw slack as moan after moan fell from his lips.
"Fuck- fuck- fuck- ohhhh my god-" He groaned, inhaling sharply through his teeth. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna cum-" He moaned, his fingers digging into the sheets by the sides of your body, his breath picking up, his breathing raising in pitch. He sounded so pathetic and fucked out as your pussy absolutely milked his cock.
He tried not to be too rough, he knew those sleeping pills did a lot, but if he really manhandled you and abused your cunt like he wanted to as he got closer to his orgasm, he knew you would wake up. "Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you- take it for me, take- fuck-" Gojo's words got cut off as his hips stilled against you, his orgasm hitting him like a train.
His arms shook with the pressure of keeping his torso up, trying not to let his body fall and crush you completely. Gojo groaned as he rolled his hips against yours, releasing rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside your pussy. "Nghhhh~ Oh shit, are you c-cumming right now?" Gojo whimpered, watching your pussy pulse around him, the feeling alarmingly similar to the way it did when you came.
Your legs were also shaking, your thighs pressing together slightly as your own orgasm washed over you. "Oh yeah baby cum, cum for me." Gojo praised, watching with a slack jaw as your body shook, small whimpers and whines falling from your lips, your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure.
When you loosened up around him, Gojo slowly pulled his cock out of you, the cum he just fucked into you chasing his cock, some of the white liquid dripping out of your pussy. Gojo tsked, his long fingers coming down to scoop up his seed as he thrust his fingers into you, stuffing his cum back inside of you. "Keep it all in. Want you to know exactly what happened when you wake up in the morning." Gojo said to your sleeping body.
Your breathing had gone back to normal, the only thing noticeably different about you being the blush that was dusted across your cheeks from cumming so hard. Gojo pulled his fingers out, holding them in front of him as he turned them around, watching in awe at how they shone under the light from your combined cum coating them.
Gojo took one more look at your face, making sure you really were asleep before he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of himself combined with your cum as his greedy tongue licked his fingers clean, swallowing up the slightly bitter liquid.
Gojo's cock twitched with interest at the taste, a part of his brain telling him to finger you again so he could taste more of himself. The majority of his brain, however, was begging him to go to sleep. It was the middle of the night, after all, he had waited quite some time to make sure you were fully asleep before he came to fuck you.
With a sigh, Gojo reached over to the side of the bed where he had placed your panties. He leaned down and thread your feet through the holes as he dragged the material up your legs, over your hips, and back into place snuggly against your cunt like nothing had happened.
Gojo pat his hand over your sensitive cunt, "Keep my cum deep inside you like a good girl~" He teased, smirking before he leaned down to grab the comforter, sliding underneath it with you as he laid it snugly over your body, manipulating you so you were laying on your side, Gojo's body wrapping around yours like a koala.
"I love you, pretty girl. Thank you for trusting me." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head before he buried his head in the back of your neck, squeezing your body as his brain quickly fell asleep, the two of you staying pressed snugly against one another until the next morning when you awoke to Satoru's little present that he left inside of you.
synopsis: Gojo insists day in and day out you let him fuck you raw, and one day you give in. Only when he promises to pull out before he cums, does he actually hold that promise?
contains: pwp, fem reader, established relationship, clothed cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, teasing, dacraphillia, so much dirty talk it should be illegal, unprotected sex, rough sex, reatrains, gojo is an asshole but he loves you<3
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"Baby cmon pleasseeeee, It'll feel sooo good for both of us I promise. Don't you wanna feel me inside you with nothing between us?" Gojo cooed, peppering kisses up your legs as you sat on the couch, thighs crossed as you stared at the man on the floor who was too large to be kneeling in front of you like this.
Satoru had been asking to fuck you raw since the day you got together. The first time you slept together it was "oh noooo, I forgot to buy condoms, sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to do it raw" followed by a not-so-smooth wink. You made him take a little trip to the convenience store that night that happened to be right across from your apartment before things went any further.
He tried to ask to fuck you raw on any special occasion too, his birthday? You bet. Your first anniversary? Absolutely. Father's Day? He wasn't even a father… The closest you let him get to fucking you raw was when you let him rub his cock on the outside of your cunt, your folds rubbing along his dick as he poked and prodded at your clit with his fat head.
He tried to sneakily press his tip against your entrance, saying he wasn't going to put it in, quickly followed by "Just the tip." You did not let him put "just the tip" in because "just the tip" didn't exist with Satoru. You knew once he got a taste of your raw pussy, not even god himself could pull him out of you, it was too risky.
You did admit the idea sounded wonderful, and it pained you to turn him down every time he asked, but you weren't on birth control, and once again, you didn't trust Gojo to pull out before he came. Hell, he kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside you while he came with a condom on, always pouting when he pulled out saying "What a waste, that could've been inside you" and effectively riling you up from those words alone.
The reason you had waited so long to get on birth control was simply because of your job. You were a jujutsu sorcerer too, and it seemed like every time you started to make the appointment to see your doctor to get on some form of birth control, work interveined. So when you finally got on birth control after over a year of dating Satoru practically cried in your arms begging you to let him fuck you raw now.
You sighed and held the big baby in your arms as you told him that the effects of birth control didn't start fully working until 2 weeks of consistently taking the pill. "So you'll let me fuck you raw in 2 weeks?" Gojo said, perking up instantly. You rubbed your head as you felt a migraine start to come on as you said, "We'll revisit this later."
Satoru had taken your words to heart. He set a timer on his phone for the same time, every single day, for two weeks--and whenever that alarm went off, he dropped whatever he was doing to find you and remind you to take your pill. He had observed the way you said you needed to take the pill consistently for 2 weeks for it to work, so he was going to take absolutely every single precaution to make sure nothing got between you, and taking that goddamn pill.
Sure he had waited over a year with no date in sight of when he was going to be able to fuck you raw, but now that he had a date, or at least a possible date, of when he could? He didn't think he would be able to handle it if you missed a day and had to start over from day 1. Satoru was a very impatient man when it came to anything involving you, this wasn't something he was going to play around with.
So two weeks later, here Gojo was, on his knees as he pouted up at you with those big blue eyes as he begged, tears in his eyes and all, for you to let him fuck you raw. "Satoru… I don't know." You replied, making him perk up. 'I don't know' wasn't no. Gojo turned up all his seducing techniques to the max, he needed to seal the deal before you were turned off by the idea.
"Just think about it baby, my hard cock inside of you…" Satoru said softly, running his long fingers up the underside of your shins sensually, "Imagine how warm It'll feel, hm? You'll be able to feel every vein on my dick, every fucking vein." You looked away in embarrassment, feeling your face grow hot. Satoru picked up on this, he was winning you over, and he had to keep going.
"I'll even pull out before I cum baby, I promise. Just a couple of thrusts, yeah? Just a couple I just need to feel you for a little bit." Satoru begged, his hands sliding under your thighs that were pressed against the cushions as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch, pulling your legs over his shoulders. "Satoru… we both know you won't be able to stop halfway…" You said, still averting your gaze.
"For this, I can do it, baby, cmon don't you trust me? I'll give you a good few strokes, nice n deep, just how you like it." Gojo whispered, pressing kisses as he made his way up your thighs. "Then I'll pull out and put on a condom before I cum, that way I can still cum inside you, yeah? How's that sound? You wanna feel your boyfriend's hard cock inside you with no rubber?" Gojo cooed, kissing higher and higher up your thighs as he tried to win you over.
If Gojo was honest with himself, he didn't know if he was going to be able to keep his promise. He would say anything to you right now if it meant you would let him hit it raw, and he knew deep down that you knew that too, but gauging by your response and how fidgety and squirmy you got, Gojo could tell you wanted it just as bad as he did.
Gojo sealed the deal by sliding his hands under your hips and pulling your body down from the couch so your crotch was right in front of his face. "Hey, look at me." He pouted, nuzzling your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "Your boyfriend is talking to you down here~" Biting your lip between your teeth you looked down at the man between your thighs.
You kept your hands together over your chest, afraid to move. "Yeah… look at me, don't look away." Gojo cooed, keeping his all-seeing eyes on yours as he leaned forward and kissed your clothed cunt through your shorts, making you gasp in surprise. "Talk to me baby, tell me what you're thinking." He asked, giving your face one more once over before he pressed himself against your mound once more and kissed right where your clit was.
Your hands came to card through his hair as his tongue poked out between your teeth and pressed against your pussy through your shorts, the dull feeling of stimulation only frustrating you, creating an intense fire to burn strongly in your groin. "God… o-okay, okay." You finally said, your nails raking against Gojo's scalp as he mimicked how he ate you out, just over your clothes.
Gojo giggled against your clothed pussy before he pulled his face back, his arousal evident on his face with how red his cheeks were, combined with his blurry, unfocused eyes. "Okay, what baby? I need to hear you say it." Gojo said, nuzzling his head against your thigh once more as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
His cock was twitching rapidly against the confines of his boxers as he awaited your words. "You can fuck me raw." You said softly, wincing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes once more, continuing to caress Gojo's head. Gojo released a groan mixed with a laugh as he felt himself leak an alarming amount of pre-cum inside his boxers. "Fuck baby, you have no idea what that did to me," Gojo said, thrusting his hips forward into the air, trying to get whatever relief he could as his erection was pressed against the zipper of his jeans.
"You want it now? Hm? I know how wet you are, I could hear your pussy talking to me when I was teasing her. You wanna feel me inside you right now don't you?" Gojo spoke, slightly projecting with his words. You hadn't realized how much your breathing had picked up as Gojo had been teasing you. The need you felt between your thighs was unlike anything you've ever felt before, he was right, you needed him, and you needed him now.
Looking back at your boyfriend with a pout, you nodded, trying to press your thighs together to emphasize your need before you spoke. "I need it now Satoru. Please…" That was all he needed to hear before he was scooping you up in his arms and making a b-line for his bedroom.
The two of you kissed like it was your last night alive, moans and gasps spilling from the other's lips each time your lips separated in a loud smack. Gojo placed you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, instantly wrapping your legs around his hips as he pressed his bulge against your clothed cunt.
"You feel me?" Gojo sighed against your lips between kisses, relishing in the way your moans increased in volume each time he humped his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock into your pussy. "Yeah…" You moan back desperately, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer to you. "All for you baby, so hard just for you." Gojo groaned, emphasizing his words by pressing his hips flush against yours and keeping them there.
The friction felt so fucking good, he was so hard it felt like his knee was pressing between your legs. You sucked on his tongue as his hands wrapped under your back that was pressed against the sheets. His lithe fingers slipped under your shirt and found the clasp of your bra with ease, undoing the metal hooks with just a couple of fingers. You sighed at the relief of the pressure from your bra hugging your upper torso.
"Let me get this off you." Gojo rushed, leaning back a bit so he could pull your shirt off with ease, practically ripping the bra from your body once he had the shirt off of you. Gojo licked his lips as he took your tits in his hand, massaging them and pressing them together as he gave himself a show. Your nippled pebbled under his touch, making Gojo's mouth water.
"So fucking pretty, they're practically begging me to suck them." Gojo sighed, his cock twitching as he felt the softness of your tits in his hands before he leaned in and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little bud. Your back arched against him as you gasped, your hands gripping his hair harder to ground yourself as he sucked on your nipple, the other hand toying with the little bud that wasn't currently in his mouth.
"Oh fuck- Satoru fuck-" You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued thrusting his hips against yours. He moaned around your nipple, only aiding the warmth you felt between your legs. You were sure you had soaked completely through your panties by now, you felt so hot. Gojo's eyebrows furrowed as his plush lips sucked around your nipple, his soft pink tongue flicking it and rolling around it expertly, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.
Satoru popped off of your nipple with a smile, his lust-filled eyes staring down at your already disheveled form as he placed his hands by your shoulders and pushed his body up, keeping his eyes on yours as he dry humped you like he was fucking you. "You're so worked up." He moaned, his mouth slightly open as he smiled through his noises. "You that excited to feel my cock inside you? Huh?" He teased, rolling his hips in circles the way he knew drove you crazy.
Your hands fell from his hair down to his hips, you bit your lip as you pulled his hips towards yours, making him hump into you harder. "Y-you're one to talk." You shot back, tilting your head to the side against your pillow as you stared down at his hard cock, threatening to rip through his boxers and pants alike.
Gojo giggled before he responded, his head dropping down as he looked down to where the two of you were connected. A small wet patch had formed on the front of Satoru's pants from how much his cock was leaking. "I'm getting to fuck my pretty girlfriend raw, of course, I'm fucking excited." He smiled, his cerulean eyes looking back up at you.
"Satoru… stop teasing me, I n-need to feel you." You begged, moaning each time he rocked his hips into yours, your nails digging into his hips. "Tell me more baby," Gojo begged, pulling his lip between his teeth as he looked at you expectantly. You pouted at his words, he knew how embarrassed you got when he put you on the spot like this, but you were too worked up to be as shy about it as you otherwise would've been.
"Toru, give me your cock, n-need to feel you inside me with no c-condom." You begged, your hand sliding to the front of his body as your hand slid under his shirt, your fingers tracing up the indents of his defined abs as you pushed his shirt up higher and higher, exposing his toned body to your greedy eyes. Gojo groaned at your needy words and touch before he leaned back and crossed his arms over his body, gripping the end of his t-shirt as he pulled it up and over his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
Your hands smoothed down his chest, your nails raking over his porcelain skin as you left angry red marks in their wake. Gojo dropped his chin down to look down at you, groaning as you marked him up. He felt his cock twitch against his pants when you got to the waistline of his pants and started unbuttoning his jeans. "Take care of yourself, baby." He smiled, his hands coming down and pushing yours out of the way as he started to take off his pants. "Get outta those shorts for me." He winked.
You didn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, you slipped your fingers under the band of your shorts and pulled them down your body, panties and all. Gojo's watchful eyes took in how your cunt connected to your pretty panties with a string of your arousal before it broke when you pulled them too far down your legs, kicking them off of your body.
You rubbed your body against the sheets, getting comfortable as you spread your legs for Gojo as he undressed himself. Gojo shook his head as he watched your teasing fingers slide down your body and reach your clit as you slowly started to rub the neglected but in small circles. "Fuck, someone's needy. Don't start the fun without me." Gojo teased, shimmying out of his pants.
His boxers were doing little to conceal the massive boner he was sporting, the pretty flushed tip poking out through the band of his boxers, the tip wet with his pre-cum. "H-hurry then." You replied, slowly slipping a finger inside your wet cunt with ease, thrusting it slowly as you stared shamelessly at his hard cock, wishing he was inside you already.
Gojo let out a long groan as he watched you finger yourself. He quickly added his boxers to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen when he fully pulled them off. His white pubes were neatly trimmed and made a perfect backdrop for his flushed red cock to really stand out. "What are you doin' huh? Why are you fingering yourself?" Gojo asked, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock to ease his arousal as he watched you add a second finger inside yourself, shamelessly getting off in front of him.
9 times out of 10, Gojo was the one to stretch you out, so he was confused about whether you were just needed or if there was another reason. His question was quickly answered when you whined out, "I don't wanna wait for you to stretch me out, n-need to feel you right now." you begged, curling your fingers inside yourself as you massaged your g-spot, scissoring and thrusting them inside yourself as you tried to open yourself up for him.
Gojo stroked himself faster as he groaned watching you, a dopey smile on his face. "Babyyy… you should never have to prep yourself." He smiled, his free hand caressing your inner thigh briefly before he slid his hands down to your entrance. You watched him carefully as he rubbed his fingers on the underside of your hole that was stuffed with your smaller fingers. Each thrust inside yourself made more and more wetness gush out of you.
"Is there room for me? Hm?" Gojo teased before he flipped his hand so it was facing the ceiling and slowly started pushing two fingers in alongside yours. Both of your jaws dropped in tandem as he fully inserted his fingers inside you, feeling how tight you felt with your fingers also stuffed inside your little cunt. "Fuck, you're so warm." Gojo cooed, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched the way your cunt stretched to accommodate his fingers.
You whined and gasped as you adjusted to the stretch--fairly quickly thanks to how wet you were. "C'mon, keep movin' ur fingers with me if you wanna do it yourself so bad." Gojo teased, stroking his cock at the same pace as his fingers inside you. You gasped when he curled his fingers with you, the added pressure of his stronger fingers pressing into you stimulating your g-spot tenfold. "T-toru, enough…" You begged when he sped up, acting like he was trying to get you to cum on his fingers.
"Not yet… I like this, it's like we're holding hands, heh." Gojo giggled, increasing the pace of his hand on his cock as he continued to fingerfuck your cunt with you. "N-no I'm gonna cum-" You warned, trying to slow your own fingers inside yourself to block Gojo from hitting your sweet spot. "So cum~," Gojo said nonchalantly, his cock twitching in interest at feeling your cum around his fingers.
You pushed his wrist away with your other hand, successfully slowing his thrusts inside you. You shook your head before looking up at him once more, your eyes making contact with his, which were already staring at you. "Wanna cum on your cock…" You said bashfully, pouting as you spoke, embarrassed by your own words.
Gojo raised his eyebrows as his jaw fell open in a small o as he stared at you incredulously. He broke out into laughter a couple of seconds after, his fingers sliding out of you at the same time. You winced at the loss, already wishing he was back inside you. "God, could you be any cuter?" Gojo asked, looking at you lovingly. He rubbed his fingers wet with your juices over the top of his cock, mixing his cum with yours.
Soon after he was leaning over you, pushing at your hip as he tried to signal you to turn over on your stomach. You quickly complied, not wanting to make either of you wait any longer. "Up," Gojo said quietly, his hand pulling your pelvis toward the ceiling. You stuck your ass up, creating a gap between your pelvis and the bed for Gojo as he stuck a pillow under your hips, creating the perfect arch for you so he would be able to hit it just right while you laid there and took it.
"Good girl." He said, leaning over you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand bracing himself on the side of your body. Gojo looked down at your ass laid out for him as he tapped his hard cock on your cheeks, making the fat ripple from the impact. You wiggled your ass at him, whining out his name. "Let me have a little fun pretty girl, I've waited too long for this after all." Gojo cooed, slotting his cock between your ass cheeks as he rubbed back and forth teasingly, smearing his precum on your ass.
You whined in response, irritated with the white-haired man. That should be the exact reason why he should be impatient, so why was he taking his time? You were fed up with his teasing already, you were dripping wetness down your thighs, how could he keep denying you? You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around the pillow in front of you, rubbing your cheek against it.
Gojo pulled his hips back and pushed the middle of his cock down with his thumb, angling it towards your pussy. "God, I can't believe you're finally letting me fuck you raw." He moaned, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his leaky tip against your folds, catching his head on your clit and making your body jolt from the stimulation.
"I'll take it back if you don't fuck me already." You bit, wiggling your ass back against him, making his tip rub into your folds. Gojo pressed his hips against yours, teasing the entrance of your hole with his tip. "You don't mean that~" Gojo cooed, continuing to tease you, only shallowly thrusting his cock on the outside of your hole, making you think he was going to slip it in at any moment.
You turned your head on the pillow to look back at him through the corner of your eye, a look of serious need plastered on your face as you made eye contact with him. "Try me." You spat, your lip quivering with how badly you wanted him. Gojo furrowed his eyebrows and kept his eyes on yours as he slowly started pushing his cock into you, not wanting to test you right now. He had waited so long for this, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by being too cocky.
"Oh fuck-" You moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as Gojo's cock slipped past the tight ring of your cunt, penetrating you. Gojo's jaw dropped fully open as he gasped heavily into the room, his chin dropping down so he could stare at the place where the two of you were connected. You felt the familiar burn from the stretch as Gojo slowly slid his cock inside you, inch by inch, he was going so slow you truly felt every single vein.
"Holy fuckk- ngh- you're so much warmer." Gojo moaned, feeling his balls already pulse with his release. "S-so soft too, ohmygod-" Gojo was quickly losing himself inside your pussy, his pretty eyes fluttering with how intense this felt for him. The two of you moaned in tandem when he thrust his cock inside you, giving you the last couple of inches all at once so he was now fully sheathed inside your pussy.
You whined at how hot he felt inside you, how soft the skin of his dick was, everything, you felt everything. Gojo wasn't fairing much better, his breath hitching and stuttering as he fought not to cum the second he got inside you. "Tell me I can move baby, I gotta fuck you, I'm not gonna last long like this," Gojo begged, practically crying out the words as he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him rapidly.
"Please, move baby ple-" Your words were cut short by Gojo thrusting needily into your cunt, loud squelches accompanied your whines and cries as you gripped the pillow you rested your head on for dear life. "Fuck- fuck you feel so good baby, can feel all of you like this." Gojo moaned, his sounds rivaling the volume of your own.
You silently cursed yourself for not doing this sooner. You sobbed and nodded in agreement against the pillow, squeezing your thighs together to bring your clit some relief as Gojo fucked into you quickly. The second his cock was fully out of you, it was back in you like it never left. Not only was his pace incredibly fast, but it was hard too, he was truly making the most out of this opportunity.
"D-dont forget t-oo pull out when you get close-" You tried to cry out as you felt yourself get pushed towards the edge already. Gojo tipped his head back as he half ignored your words. "Yeah yeah, pull out," Gojo mumbled, shrugging you off, "Give me those fucking hands baby." He growled not even a second later, his hand reaching up by your head to pull at your bicep, making your arm lay behind your back.
You pulled the other out from behind the pillow for Gojo and he quickly pressed your wrists together and locked your arms behind your wrist with his one strong hand. His fingers were so long that he enclosed both of your wrists in just the one palm. He used his other hand to pull your hips up so you were resting on your knees, face up, ass down, as he bullied his cock into your pussy.
Now that he had manipulated your body into such a harsh arch, he was fucking right into your sweet spot, you felt his cockhead ram into it every time he thrust his cock inside you, it made your moans cut off in a choked whine each time. "You're so fucking tight in this position, I can feel my cock hittin' that soft spot inside you that makes you go all dumb on me." Gojo cooed, shaking his head as he tried to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, not wanting to cum too fast.
Your pussy genuinely felt like a vice in this position, he was barely able to last five minutes in this position with a condom on, so he could only imagine how quickly this was gonna be over now that he was fucking you raw. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream when your high washed over you unexpectedly. In this position, Gojo's cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and his heavy balls were slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Gojo's eyes shot open in surprise, his hand that wasn't holding your wrists dug itself into your ass as his abs clenched with the intensity of arousal that washed over him. The feeling of you suddenly cumming on his cock caught him off guard just as much as it caught you off guard, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your high. "Ohshitohshit- t-too tight." Gojo moaned, sucking air in through his teeth as he slowed down a bit, fighting to not paint your walls white.
You cried out Gojo's name like a mantra as your body shook and jolted with your orgasm, your pussy leaking out cum around his cock. Gojo took a deep breath in when you came down from your high, your walls loosening around him significantly and allowing him to breathe. "God baby, almost made me fill you up with that one. How did cumming on my dick feel hm? Bet you felt every inch of me rubbin' inside you." Gojo cooed, his own words working him up.
Your post-orgasm-hazed brain could only focus on Gojo admitting that he almost came inside you, realizing then that he said he promised he was only going to give you a couple of thrusts raw before he pulled out. As good as this felt, you knew he was close by his incessant babbling and his sloppy hips fucking against your ass with no rhythm.
"T-toru pull out n-now" You cried as he fucked you into overstimulation, your legs crossing as his balls continued to batter your sensitive clit. "Hm? What was that? You want me to pull out?" Gojo asked, delaying your request by playing dumb. "I don't know if that's fair though… you got t-to cum on my cock so why do I have to pull out to cum?" Gojo pouted, continuing to fuck his cock inside your pussy, your walls feeling so much softer around him now that you had cum once.
"W-what?" You choked out a confused sound at Gojo's words. That wasn't what you had agreed on, was he seriously going to cum inside you? "Sator-uuu pull out or put on a c-condom, you promised." You cried, trying to wiggle your arms out of his iron grip to no avail. Your body was so weak to the pleasure Gojo Satoru gave you, you weren't getting out of this unless he wanted you to.
"You want me to put on a condom so bad?" Gojo paused his thrusts to lean over to the bedside table, picking up one of the condoms he had placed there for later he got back into position behind you and threw the condom at you, the foil wrapper hitting you in the head softly before it fell in front of your eyes. "Open it for me." He finished, smirking at you mischievously.
You felt like crying, he was being so unfair. Realistically you knew if Gojo came inside you, you would be fine because of the birth control, but you would 100% put him on a pussyban, and a part of your rational brain knew that. Nonetheless, you tried to wiggle towards the condom, shimmying your shoulders against the sheets as you tried to jerk your hands out of Gojo's stronghold once more.
"C'mon, you're not even trying. It's like you want me to c-cum inside." Gojo teased, trying to keep his words composed but ultimately failing as he felt your pussy bring him closer and closer to the edge. "Toru d-don't, please pull outtt-" You begged, shaking your head as your body was manhandled by the large man twice your size that was teasing and bullying you while fucking your pussy raw.
Gojo tsked as he pouted at you, his cock twitching as he took in your teary, defiant face. "You didn't even try~ C'mon, try a little harder I'm about to cum you still have some time-" Gojo faux encouraged, fucking his cock into you harder. You shook your head, relaxing your arms in his hold as you allowed Gojo to do with your body what he would, you knew you stood no chance if he was adamant about cumming inside you.
"You're so fucking cute you know that? F-fucking love you so much." He giggled, his words coming out choked and breathy as your cunt milked his dick right to the edge. It was over, he was going to cum inside you and you were going to have to ban sex for a year… no two years… maybe forever. As you let Satoru yank your arms back so your body met his thrusts, readying yourself to take his load--
--he pulled his cock out at the last minute, "I'm cumming- c-cumming fuck, fuck-fuuuuuck." It took every ounce of strength in his body, but he managed for pull out. Gojo groaned as he jerked his cock rapidly, wet with your juices, over your ass. Hot ropes of his thick cum landed on the skin of your ass and thighs as he milked his cock for all it was worth, his nails digging into your wrists as he came. His eyes fluttered back in his head as his body endured one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.
You sighed in relief, closing your teary eyes as you gasped against the pillow as Satoru smeared his cum all over your ass, rubbing his tip along your skin to make sure he gave you every last drop of his seed. He released your hands and your body fell limply against the sheets, Gojo's body chasing yours as he laid on top of you, his cum smearing all over the skin of his pelvis and abs as he embraced your body from behind.
He couldn't find himself caring about the warm stickiness of his seed rubbing along his skin much as he held your tired body in his arms, giggling as he peppered kisses along your arms and the back of your head. "Did I scare you? Heh, did you really think I was gonna cum inside you?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear as he whispered against the shell of your ear.
You felt the veins in your head bulge out in annoyance. Gojo was such a sadist, and he knew exactly how to press all of the buttons that made you want to punch him in the face. "Gojo, I swear to god, I almost killed you." You mumbled, staring at the wall in front of you in anger. Gojo giggled against your head, his arms squeezing around you tighter.
"Awww, don't use my last name, you're scary when you do that." He said, trying to roll his body over yours to get a good look at your face. He succeeded in caging his larger body over yours, forcing you to lay on your back, hands crossed over your chest as you looked up at him angrily.
Satoru smiled softly before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. " Thank you for doing this with me~ I'm sorry if I scared you, you're just so fun to tease~" he cooed. Your expression had softened when he kissed you, but it quickly went back to that of annoyance when he said that last part. You tried to roll over on your side to escape him, but it was futile.
"I was going to put you on a pussyban y'know. Still might, haven't decided yet." You pouted, teasing him back, only your voice was dead serious, making him think your words were too. Who were you kidding, you couldn't last longer than a week without fucking Satoru, you were just as insatiable as he was.
Gojo raised his eyebrows at you shocked as he leaned in to scan your face for sarcasm. "You wouldn't." He challenged, keeping his eyes full of worry on yours. "If you don't get your cum off my ass in the next ten seconds, I might," you responded, turning your head to look up at him. You don't think you've ever seen a man scramble away from you to get a towel so fast in your life.
It had been about two months since the battle with Sukuna, but for you, it felt like time had stopped the moment Gojo fell. His body had healed—strong, invincible, as always. But the scar, deep and jagged, marred his perfect skin, a brutal reminder that even someone like him could be touched by death. And you hated it. Not because it made him any less beautiful, but because it made him real. It made the thought of losing him real.
You hadn’t touched him since.
Satoru hadn’t said anything, not directly. He’d watched, though. His gaze followed you as you drifted further away, as your touches became more scarce, as you avoided his eyes when you spoke. You’d catch him staring sometimes, his usual smirk absent, his eyes darker, sharper. He wasn’t stupid. He knew something was wrong. But you? You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words. How could you admit that you were afraid? Afraid that one day, he wouldn’t be able to get back up.
Tonight, though, the silence had grown too loud. The distance between you had stretched too far, and Satoru’s patience had worn thin. He stood in the doorway, his gaze heavy as he watched you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands gripping the fabric of your pants too tightly. He didn’t say anything for a long time, just stood there, like he was waiting for you to acknowledge him.
When you didn’t, he spoke, his voice low but steady. “Y/N.”
You flinched, your name on his lips sounding heavier than usual, like he was holding back something. “Yeah?” You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t.
“I’m not an idiot, you know,” he said, and there was a tightness in his voice that made your stomach twist. “I’ve noticed.”
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t move. But then he crossed the room in a few long strides, his presence overwhelming, inescapable. He sat down beside you on the bed, close enough that his arm brushed against yours. His scent, familiar and warm, washed over you, and for a second, you wanted nothing more than to collapse into him. To feel his arms around you and forget the weight of everything.
But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
“You’re avoiding me,” Satoru said, and there was an edge to his voice now, a quiet frustration simmering beneath his words. His hand hovered near yours, but he didn’t reach out. “Don’t lie and say you’re not. I can feel it.”
You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to find the right words, any words that might make this better. But nothing came. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping in a way that made your heart ache.
“It’s because of the scar, isn’t it?” His voice was quieter now, raw, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t heard before. His fingers grazed the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the jagged line etched across his abdomen. “You don’t like looking at it.”
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and the guilt that had been simmering inside you erupted. “No,” you whispered, shaking your head as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “No, it’s not that. It’s not about how you look, Satoru. It’s—”
“Then what?” he cut in, his voice sharper than before, the frustration breaking through. “Because I don’t get it. I’m right here, Y/N. I’m alive. I came back.” His hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white as he struggled to keep his voice steady. “So why can’t you look at me? Why won’t you touch me?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. He didn’t understand, and how could he? He was Gojo Satoru, the strongest. He always came back. He always won. Your heart was so so great full that he survived, but you had seen him—broken, bleeding, on the brink of death—and something inside you had shattered.
“You almost didn’t,” you choked out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. “You almost didn’t come back, Satoru. You almost died.”
The room fell silent, the weight of your confession hanging in the air between you. Satoru’s breath hitched, and for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. His eyes, wide with surprise, slowly softened as the truth of your words sank in.
“I…I’m still here,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a tremor in it, a hint of uncertainty that you had never heard from him before.
You shook your head, your chest tightening painfully as the tears finally spilled over, running down your cheeks. “But what if you’re not next time?” Your voice cracked, the fear that had been eating away at you spilling out in jagged, broken pieces. “What if next time I can’t bring you back? What if I have to watch you die? I can’t—I can’t go through that, Satoru. I can’t lose you.”
The silence that followed was unbearable. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid of what you might see in his eyes. Afraid that he might think you were weak, that you weren’t strong enough to stand beside him anymore. That your love for him had become a burden.
But then, suddenly, you felt his hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears with a gentleness that took your breath away. His touch was warm, grounding, and when you finally looked up at him, his eyes were soft, full of an aching tenderness that made your heart clench.
“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low, but steady now. “You think I don’t feel that too? You think I don’t worry about the same damn thing every time you step into a fight? You think I’m not terrified of losing you?” His fingers tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, soothing strokes. “But I don’t push you away. I don’t shut you out, because I need you. I need to be with you, even when it’s scary.”
You blinked up at him, your chest tightening with a mixture of love and guilt. “Satoru, I—”
He shook his head, cutting you off. “No, listen to me.” His voice was firm, but not harsh. “I don’t need you to be fearless. I don’t need you to pretend you’re not scared. But I need you with me, Y/N. I can’t do this without you.” His hand dropped to his stomach, over the scar. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you. It just means I was lucky enough to come back to you.”
Your breath caught in your throat, his words cutting through the fear, the doubt. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes now, the way he looked at you as if he was afraid you might slip away from him too. It broke something inside you, shattered the walls you had built around your heart.
Without thinking, you reached for him, your hands sliding up his shirt, over the scar, your fingers tracing the rough skin with a gentleness that made him suck in a breath. You pressed your forehead against his chest, your hands right over the scar, letting yourself feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your hands.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice thick with tears. “I’m so sorry, Satoru.”
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him, his chin resting on top of your head. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmured, his voice soft, soothing. “Just…don’t leave me, okay? Don’t push me away.”
You nodded against his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt, and for the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to believe that he was still here. That he wasn’t going anywhere. And neither were you.
As you curled into him, your fingers resting lightly over his scar, you whispered the words that had been caught in your throat for so long. “I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “But I love you, Satoru. So much. I just…can’t lose you… .”
His hold on you tightened, his voice a soft, shaky whisper against your hair. “You won’t,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere. I swear to you, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”
I hope you liked it! I started this one all the way back in July and took me a while to finishing it. But I’m very happy with how it turned out :)
I’d really appreciate your comments :) I’d like to know what you guys thought 😊
Context: you wake up after a minor surgery still under the affects of anesthesia.
The sterile smell of the recovery room filled your senses as you slowly blinked your eyes open. The bright lights overhead were a bit disorienting, and your body felt heavy, like you were floating. You tried to lift your hand but found it easier to just keep lying there, cozy in the warmth of the blanket.
Your eyes fluttered open fully, and that’s when you saw him—someone tall, white haired, handsome, and sitting next to your bed, his bright blue eyes fixed on you. His face was soft with a relieved smile, but all you could think was wow.
“You’re so pretty,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, still groggy from the anesthesia. Your voice came out all dreamy, like you were in a trance, and you blinked slowly as you stared at him. “Are you… my boyfriend?”
Satoru Gojo—your actual boyfriend—raised an amused eyebrow, his lips twitching with barely concealed laughter. “Your boyfriend, huh?” he teased, leaning in just a bit closer, his snowy white hair falling over his forehead. “You don’t remember me, babe?”
You squinted at him, trying to focus. His face was so close, his eyes so mesmerizing. “Boyfriend? Husband? Prince? Angel?” you murmured, still in a daze. “You could be anything, you’re way too pretty to be real…”
Satoru chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I am real, and I’m definitely your boyfriend, princess.” His tone was playful, but there was a warmth in his eyes as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. “Glad to see your standards are still high, though.”
You blinked again, your face scrunching up as you tried to process his words. “Boyfriend…” you echoed softly, your brain trying to catch up. You lifted your hand to poke his chest, as if testing if he was truly solid. “You’re really here? Not a dream?”
Satoru caught your hand gently, lacing his fingers with yours. “Definitely here. Just finished your little surgery, and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” He squeezed your hand softly, giving you that cheeky smile of his. “You’re high as a kite right now, though. Think I should be worried about what else you’ll say?”
You let out a small giggle, still not entirely in control of your thoughts. “Worried? Why would you be worried? I’m just telling the truth… you’re too pretty for a normal guy.” You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. “You could be an angel or something.”
Satoru tilted his head, his smile growing even wider. “An angel, huh? I mean, I’m flattered, really, but I’m just your regular, everyday boyfriend who happens to be the strongest sorcerer alive.”
You blinked again, your foggy brain not quite registering the sorcerer part. Instead, you stared up at him adoringly, a soft smile on your lips. “Lucky me… got a pretty boyfriend who’s an angel…”
Satoru laughed then, the sound rich and full of affection as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m not an angel, but I guess I can be your pretty boyfriend,” he murmured against your skin. “As long as you don’t forget this when the drugs wear off.”
You sighed contentedly, already starting to drift back to sleep under the warmth of his touch. “I won’t forget… pretty boyfriend… angel…”
Satoru chuckled again, watching as your eyelids fluttered closed. “I’m holding you to that, princess.”
As you slipped back into a peaceful sleep, Satoru stayed right where he was, your hand still cradled in his, a smile lingering on his lips as he watched over you. Satoru stayed beside you, still smiling as you stirred again, blinking up at him with a dreamy, far-off look. Your eyes roamed over his face for a moment before you spoke, your voice quiet and a little hesitant.
“Do… do we kiss?” you asked, the words slurred but sincere, like you were unsure if that was part of the relationship you were piecing together in your foggy mind.
Satoru’s grin widened, his bright blue eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yes, yes we do,” he replied softly, his voice low and teasing as he leaned a little closer. “We kiss all the time, actually.”
You blinked slowly, your mind taking a few moments to catch up. “Can you… give me a kiss? Please?” you asked, your voice so sweet and shy that it made Satoru’s heart swell.
He chuckled softly, his playful exterior giving way to something a little more tender as he cupped your cheek. “Of course, princess. Anything for you.”
Leaning down, he pressed his lips gently to yours, the kiss warm and slow, like he was trying to soothe you through the haze of the anesthesia. It was soft, but it held that familiar spark, the same one that always made you feel like you were floating even when you were fully awake.
When he pulled back, your face was flushed, and you let out a little sigh, your fingers curling in the blanket. “Mmm… best kiss,” you mumbled, looking dazed and happy.
Satoru laughed softly, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.”
Then, without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and climbed into the narrow hospital bed beside you, shifting his body carefully to avoid disturbing the wires attached to your arm. He stretched out next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, his warmth immediately comforting.
You blinked in surprise, your heart fluttering in your chest as you realized he was holding you. You turned your head slightly, your eyes wide as you stared at him, still lost in your dreamlike state.
“I’m being held by an angel,” you whispered in awe, your voice soft and full of wonder. Your cheeks burned with a flush as you snuggled closer, your head resting against his chest. You reach out to caress his white hair. “They say angels have white hair… you’re so pretty… and warm. So… you must be an angel.”
Satoru’s chest rumbled with laughter as he held you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re lucky I’m your angel, then,” he whispered, his voice playful but affectionate. “Because no one else gets to hold you like this.”
You smiled at his words, and shifted slightly, your hand slipped up to rest over his heart. You let out a soft, sleepy sigh as you felt the steady thrum beneath your palm, your eyes half-lidded as you looked up at him.
“I can hear it,” you mumbled, your voice quiet and full of awe, as if the simple act of listening to his heartbeat was the most magical thing in the world.
Satoru’s teasing grin softened, his bright eyes shining with affection as he looked down at you. “Yeah? That’s for you, princess,” he said gently, placing his hand over yours, pressing it a little closer to his chest. “It only beats for you pretty girl.”
You smiled softly, your hand still resting over his heart as your eyes fluttered shut again.
You smiled softly, already feeling drowsy again, his warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep. “I’m so lucky,” you murmured, your hand resting gently on his chest as your eyes fluttered shut once more, comforted and safe in his arms.
Satoru stayed there, watching over you with a soft smile, holding you close as you drifted off again, perfectly content to be your "angel" for as long as you needed.
Context: He wakes up from his coma days after he lost to Sukuna, but when he wakes up your not there by his side
Warnkngs: Major angst with comfort
Satoru Gojo woke up to the faint smell of antiseptic and the sterile quiet of a hospital room. His body felt heavy, weighed down by the layers of bandages wrapped tightly around his torso. The pain was there, muted but constant, a dull reminder of the battle that had nearly taken everything from him. Sukuna had done his worst, but somehow, miraculously, he’d survived.
His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the soft light filtering through the window. His head ached, and everything felt hazy, but as he slowly regained clarity, one thought burned in his mind.
Where is she?
You weren’t there.
In the days that followed his defeat of Sukuna, there had been an endless parade of people—his students, Shoko, even Nanami had checked in on him despite his own exhaustion. But not you. You, the one person he had been aching to see, hadn’t shown up once. Every time he opened his eyes, hoping for the comfort of your presence, he was met with disappointment. His heart twisted painfully in his chest.
He needed you.
It wasn’t just physical—though every inch of him ached in ways he hadn’t felt before—it was deeper than that. You were the one person who made him feel whole, made the burden of being the strongest bearable. And now, when he was at his most vulnerable, you weren’t there.
He shifted on the hospital bed, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through his side. His torso, pieced back together by Shoko’s skilled hands and his own Reverse Cursed Technique, was healing slowly. Too slowly for his liking. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart, the hollow feeling that came with your absence.
He couldn’t understand it.
It had been several days since Satoru had woken up, and the distance between you two only seemed to grow wider. You hadn’t come to see him, hadn’t even sent word. Every time he asked about you, he was met with vague answers or awkward silence. Shoko had started to avoid his questions altogether, dodging his gaze whenever he brought you up.
But it was Shoko who finally found you, sitting alone in one of the waiting rooms, staring blankly out of the window. She sighed, her footsteps quiet as she approached you.
“You know he’s been asking for you, right?”
Her voice broke through the fog in your mind, and you stiffened, the guilt rising in your chest like bile. You didn’t respond immediately, your fingers tightening around the edge of the chair. You had been avoiding this—avoiding him—because you didn’t know how to face it.
How could you look at him like this? After everything, after seeing his body torn apart, shattered in ways that should’ve been impossible to survive. You were terrified. Terrified of seeing him broken, vulnerable, and helpless when he had always been the one to protect everyone else.
But Shoko wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. She sat down beside you, her tone soft but firm.
“Y/n, he’s not going to understand why you haven’t been there. He’s already hurting, and you’re the one person he needs right now.”
Your throat tightened, and tears welled up in your eyes. You knew she was right. You knew that you were letting your fear get in the way of what Satoru needed. But the thought of seeing him like that—bandaged, broken, and weak—was unbearable.
“I… I’m scared, Shoko,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know if I can handle it. Seeing him like that…”
Shoko’s expression softened, and she placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s hard, I know. But he’s alive. That’s what matters. And he needs you, more than you realize.”
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. It hurt to admit it, but the guilt was gnawing at you, sinking its claws deeper and deeper. Satoru was alive, and you were letting your fear keep you from him. What kind of person did that make you?
With a shaky breath, you nodded. “I’ll go.”
When you finally stepped into Satoru’s hospital room, your heart felt like it might shatter. He was lying on the bed, propped up by pillows, his eyes closed. His white hair was messier than usual, his skin pale, and the sight of the bandages wrapped around his torso made your stomach churn.
But he was breathing. He was alive.
As if sensing your presence, his eyes slowly opened, and when he saw you standing there, his entire expression softened—then tightened with pain.
“Where… have you been?” he asked, his voice low, raspy from disuse. There was no anger in his tone, just hurt, deep and raw, that made your chest tighten.
You took a hesitant step forward, tears already threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry, Satoru. I—”
“Why didn’t you come?” he interrupted, his voice cracking with emotion. He tried to sit up, but winced, the movement too much for his recovering body. “I needed you, and you weren’t here.”
The guilt hit you like a punch to the gut. You closed the distance between you, standing beside his bed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to reach out. “I… I was scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I didn’t know how to… see you like this.”
His blue eyes, usually so bright and full of life, dimmed with a sadness you hadn’t seen before. “You’re scared?” He let out a shaky breath, the frustration clear in his voice. “You think I want to be like this? Do you know how hard it is to wake up and not see you?”
Tears slipped down your cheeks, and you looked away, ashamed. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Satoru reached out, his fingers brushing your hand. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice soft, but there was an edge of desperation to it. “Please.”
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. He wanted you close, but being that close—seeing his injuries up close, feeling the fragility of his body—it terrified you. The moment stretched, and as you stood still, the hurt in his expression deepened. “Please,” he repeated, his voice breaking, a quiet plea that shattered your resolve.
Slowly, you climbed into the bed beside him, careful not to jostle his bandaged torso. He wrapped his arms around you as soon as you settled against him, pulling you close, his grip firm but trembling. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the layers of bandages.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The room was filled with the quiet sound of your breathing, your tears dampening his shirt. Satoru held you tightly, as though afraid you might disappear if he let go.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Satoru. It just… it hurts to see you like this.”
His arms tightened around you, his breath hitching as he buried his face in your hair. “It hurts for me too,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “But you’re here now. That’s what matters.”
You pressed your face against his chest, your tears soaking into the fabric. “I’m so grateful you’re alive, Satoru,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “But it hurts. It hurts so much to see you like this. I was so scared.”
“I know,” he murmured, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “But I’m still here. And I need you. I always need you.”
You nodded against him, your heart aching with a mixture of relief and guilt. He was alive, and that was all that mattered. You could deal with the pain, the fear, as long as he was still with you. You weren’t going to let your fear keep you from him any longer.
“I’m here,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And as Satoru held you close, his grip strong and unyielding, you knew that no matter what happened, you would face it together. Because in the end, all that mattered was that he was still here, alive, and you weren’t going to waste another moment without him.
This one I’ve been gradually working on for a while. My favorite one so far. I’d like to know what everyone thinks :) feel free to comment please
Just some Gojo headcanons based on this post on @discogirlsclub page, and cause I miss him </3
part 2.
Gojo Satoru is the living, breathing example of fuck boy appearance with a loverboy personality.
Loverboy!Satoru tells you about how he gets around with his ever cocky smirk but feels his knees buck everytime you look into his eyes with a little more love in them
Loverboy!Satoru who swears he's not corny but then sneakily comes behind your back to cover your eyes and ask "guess who?"
Loverboy!Satoru who loses his "I don't give a fuck" attitude the minute you're not giving him the attention he wants and he's groveling and having his hand onto your waist all. the. time.
Loverboy!Satoru who stands by how good he's at flirting but yaps your ears off like a loser in front of you, all his skills in casual flirting going down the drain.
Loverboy!Satoru who gets pouty and dramatic like an idiot after you don't respond to his texts immediately, already yearning. (very unfortunate for the curses though who'll be the victims of his glum, dampened mood.)
Loverboy!Satoru who is the grossest, nastiest, freakiest person when he's in love but a literal pile of mush at the same time.
Loverboy!Satoru who sends a video of himself cumming at your service, as soon as you ask for it and he fists his cock while your name leaves his lips like a writ in a string of whimpers.
Loverboy!Satoru who'll eat your pussy until you're pushing him away with his cloudy white locks fisted in your hand, teary eyed and quivering thighs and he'll just look at you with a stupid pussy drunk grin on his face and pull away with a soft kiss on your clit and with a husky, "You're so sweet baby.."
Loverboy!Satoru who gives you the best aftercare, from gathering your hair up gently and putting them in a claw clip to picking you up princess style to settle you in the tub, pulling you against his chest as the warmth of the bath surrounds you both
Loverboy!Satoruwho settles on being the little spoon after the bath or buries his face into your tits after being the strongest all day.
☓☓☓ stalker!satoru likes exploiting his heightened senses to learn everything and anything he can about you. he doesn't even need to be in the fucking room to know that you're sitting with your thighs pressed together because you're still thinking about the letter he slipped under your door that morning.
the letter, in which he wrote the dirtiest details about yourself that not even you picked up on. like how when you're really horny you become restless and can't keep still for too long, or how when you cum your eyes squeeze shut and you almost look scared of the pleasure you're giving yourself. which he loves, because your fear is an aphrodisiac to him.
but you figure whoever it is that's stalking you is only stabbing a guess at what could be true. because there is no way he's someone you've fucked, because you don't fuck on a whim. the only other explanation you can come up with is that he's been in your home, either to install cameras or slip into the shadows late at night when you're touching yourself. which is a ridiculous thought, so he must be assuming.
until you come home from a particularly gruelling day to find a small box on your pillow.
it's black, and wrapped in a blue ribbon that looks hauntingly familiar to the shade of blue—you shake your head. with trembling hands you open the box to find three things. one of which is a baby blue vibrator, the same shade as the ribbon and a certain set of eyes you often think of when you touch yourself. you also find a smaller box with a note attached.
'a promise, until you trust me enough to replace it with the real thing, doll.' it reads, and doesn't make sense until you open the box and find a ring inside. expensive looking and glistening under the moonlight coming in through your window. it fits your ring finger perfectly when curiosity bests you and you slip it on. You should be panicked, locking your doors and calling the police but there's a horrible ache in your lower abdomen that has you awful restless, and you realise that perhaps your sweet-tongued stalker knows a little more about you than you do yourself.
weeks of gifts like this go by, from sex toys to expensive meal deliveries each night, you're starting to feel more like a sugar baby than a victim. and still, you haven't even given in to your stalker... you've been too scared to touch yourself, to put the box of toys he's gifted you to use, because each night as you fall asleep you dream of vile things done to you by a man you can't see the face of. you worry that if you give in, let him watch you fuck yourself stupid on the toys he brought you, you won't want to hate this. to hate the way he calls you his doll, like you're a toy to be played with, in a home he somehow has access to despite how many times you change the locks.
it's not until you're on a mission one day, alongside satoru gojo. you're in an awfully tight space together, stuck in an abandoned warehouse and boxed in by curses that you're sure he could handle in the blink of an eye if he wanted to. but you're here, pressed chest-to-chest and breathing in the scent of his sweat and cologne mixing together—sugar on his breath.
and you're just so needy, after weeks of denying yourself in hopes of boring your stalker away. you have to press your thighs together, satoru's hard abs against your stomach is too much: and the way he looks down at you, laboured breath and glossy lips parted... you have to look away. but when your gaze meets the ground, you catch a glimpse of something that you hadn't noticed before.
a ring on his finger, one that matches yours—hell, it even looks cut from the same gem.
and his voice is poison. "you've been hiding from me haven't you, my doll?"
“it’s not that bad, baby, can’t we just try again?”
virgin!satoru looks up at you from where his chin rests on your stomach, though you aren’t sure you can call him a virgin anymore. he holds your thighs apart, your sore pussy on sweet display for him. he presses a gentle kiss to your clit, which pulls a moan from you, but you stand strong.
“no way,” you shake your head. “absolutely fucking not. you’re… way too big.”
satoru grins, “thank you!”
“i’m not complimenting you, asshole,” you try and shift away from him, but gojo has your hips pressed into the mattress. “it hurts, toru. it’s too much.”
another kiss to your clit. “but she’s so needy for me,” he whines. “cant you see? so fucking wet… she can take me.”
“i can’t. it won’t fit.”
you didn’t think his pretty baby-blues could darken, but they do. satoru, your sweetheart, nips at your clit—only barely, but enough to make you gasp.
“you will,” he says, voice low. “i’ll make it fit.”
you can’t deny it, his tone only makes you even needier. you write under his grip, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips—he’s appraising you, studying his prey before bouncing. and he’s the virgin.
“oh, and after i fuck you, can we go get sushi?”
you blink at him. “what?”
“you know,” he scoots himself up and taps the head of his aching cock against your clit a few times. “to celebrate making it fit.”
★ thinking about fwb!gojo who flirts with anyone and everyone in front of you because they know you're not dating and he knows it will earn him the most mind-melting orgasm later on.
because you hate it, hate how his eyes rake down their bodies and his hands linger just too long on their lower backs when he goes in for a 'friendly' hug. you hate how he introduces you as his friend, despite having fingered his cum back into you that same morning.
he will go the whole way if he knows you're really taking notice. call a girl pretty, ask for her number and promise he won't forget to call and arrange a night she won't forget. doesn't even glance in your direction to gauge your emotion, because he can feel it, feel the radiating heat from your body, the sharp look you're burning into his skin.
flirts like a whore because he knows you'll fuck him like a whore the moment you can get him alone. he doesn't know for sure whether its you staking claim on him, marking your territory, or if its just a girl thing he doesn't understand. but what he does know is that jealous looks good on you, and feels even better inside of you. you fuck him harder when you're jealous, fuck him faster and for longer and with all those porn-made moans and groans and whines for more.
and each time, without failure, when he cums inside of you he whispers right next to your ear — 'she couldn't take me like you do.'
he'll make you his eventually, he already knows he's going to marry you. but for now, he'll enjoy the way you swear you don't have feelings for him then cry on his cock if he even looks in another persons direction.
not only was it extremely obvious by the changes with your body, your breast are bigger, your skin is paler than usual, foods you loved before you turn your nose away from, the frequent trips to the bathroom, bla bla bla…
but despite that you try your best, and he’s aware you just want to surprise him. you had been trying for months and months and months with no results, both of you beginning to feel a little discouraged.
best despite your efforts he knows.
he can see the little blue flame of cursed energy tucked safely within your womb. he can see how overwhelming it is, and so he subtly tries to support you and make sure that you don’t know that he knows.
he gives you more back rubs, he buys you more loungewear to laze about the house in, he take over your missions for you, he gets you saltine crackers to leave as a “late night snack” on your bedside table. after you fall asleep, he leaves you gingerale he opened earlier in the night so it would be flat for your inevitable morning sickness.
satoru gojo is nothing if not diligent in the care he provides to the mother of his child.
virgin!Gojo, exuding confidence, perfectly gets you off with his fingers, tongue, and cock, hitting every spot with the right pressure and lasting longer than you. Both of you lie side by side, catching your breath, when Gojo decides to drop the bombshell.
"I am not going to fucking believe that, you're joking," you said in bewilderment and shock, though you tried your best to keep a nonchalant tone.
He just grins, the usual smugness never leaving his face. "Dead serious."
"whatever whore" eyes going wide
"as if I'm not the busiest man on earth, slutting myself out every night"
"there's no way you found my clit the second my panties came off when you haven't even fucking seen a live pussy before"
"the six eyes isn't a myth princess" he leans in, his voice low and husky, "also I’ve got a pretty good imagination. Plus, I might’ve done some research" he added with his playful tone, and he couldn’t help but wink.
"I guess all that research paid off" you scoff in disbelief.
"imagine how good i would get with practice" and you could already feel the heat between your legs again.
Includes: established relationship, Satoru Gojo x fem!reader, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection!!), Gojo is cocky until he actually has to do it (lolll), kissing, pet names (baby, princess, babycakes), praise (always), creampie I suppose, mentions of satosugu?? (His first kiss), overstimulation (only two orgasms)
Word Count: 1,421
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A/n: I have been thinking about virgin gojo for months. It's not funny. I’m so obsessed with him. The voices said “write Satoru Gojo as a virgin” and I will indeed listen.
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You didn’t know when you started dating him, but Satoru Gojo is a virgin. Absolutely no experience, despite his claims.
Oh, according to him, he’s made every girl he’s dated cum at least ten times before putting it in. Little do you know, you’re his first girlfriend. And unfortunately for him, you’re about to find out he’s still a virgin.
He got off easy with convincing you he could kiss fine, having jokingly practiced with Suguru in the past. But he didn’t want to get that far with his best friend, that’s embarrassing!
You’re making out on his couch, the soft pillows sinking under your combined weight, sappy romance movie forgotten in the background. Your hands move to push his sunglasses off his face and he holds your cheeks. You laugh into the kiss when his hips press against yours and you feel just how hard he has become.
“Is tonight finally the night we fuck, Satoru?” You tease and kiss his nose.
“Wanna see what I’m all about, princess?” He chuckles, cocky til’ the end.
“Mhmm, show me that talented dick you claim to have, Satoru.”
His smirk falters. It’s barely noticeable, but you still notice.
“Satoru? Are you okay?”
“Pshhh, whatttt? Of course I am!” There’s that lying voice.
“Satoru…” You have that warning tone to tell the truth.
“What, babycakes? I’m fiiiine.”
“Gojo.” Now he’s done it. He gulps as you refer to him with his last name
“…Okay, okayyy, I miiight’ve lied…”
“About…?”
“I, uhhh, I’ve neverhadsex.” He mumbles super fast.
“What?”
“I’m a virgin! Okay?! I said it!” He pouts and looks away in embarrassment. You almost want to laugh.
“…say something?” He mumbles shyly.
You do laugh. The strongest sorcerer, the most talented man in the world, is a virgin?! That’s absurd! It’s insane! You can’t help but laugh.
“Heyyy, stop laughing!” He whines, face red from embarrassment.
“Sorry! Sorry! I just can't help it! It’s crazy that you were so confident! I never knew!” You giggle. “Don’t be embarrassed, Satoru, I can help you out!”
“That’s even more embarrassing…”
“Oh, come onnnn, it’s just me! I’d be honored to pop the strongest sorcerer’s cherry.” You giggle at your own words and he keeps pouting.
“You’re so mean. And don’t say it like that!”
“Please?”
“…Fine, but only because you caused this problem.”
You look at his bulging pants and grin. “Mkay!”
His porcelain skin is so warm. The two of you had moved to his room and he’s on his back, your plush thighs straddling his lap. You’re both nude and he’s staring up at your body as if it’s sculpted by those sculptors that worshiped the gods. Hands rubbing your thighs nervously as you kiss down his body, stopping at his happy trail.
“You ready?”
“…mhm.” He swallows hard as you kiss his tip.
His body jolts, nails lightly digging small crescent shapes into your thighs. You grin and kiss down his shaft, lightly licking his balls before taking him down your throat.
He gasps from the sudden warmth and bucks his hips. “Shit, that feels good, so much better than I imagined…”
His whimpers fill the air as you fondle his balls and bob your head. You swirl your tongue around his shaft and pull back when you feel his cock throb in your throat and lightly blow on the tip, the cool air making him jolt.
“Fuck, you’re really edging me, princess?” He whines and rubs your hips.
“Come on, can’t have you blow your load so soon.” You giggle.
“I’m not blowing my load…” he mumbles shyly.
“Mhm, sure. Now, since it’s your first time, do you want to do it all or do you want me to just ride?”
His face is beet red. “Wh- I- uh- I can do it myself!!”
You can’t help but giggle. You lay on your back and spread your legs, showcasing just how aroused you are. He rubs your thighs gently and looks into your eyes for approval. You nod and guide his hips.
“Move your hips and slip it in.”
It takes him a while to actually react, shy from your bluntness. He shifts over you, lining his hips up with your body and looking at you for reassurance.
“Like this…?”
“Yep, you can go slowly or quickly, but push in.”
Satoru swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He slowly presses himself into you, gasping at the warmth, better than your mouth. His hands grip the sheets on either side of your head, struggling to keep from busting right away.
“I-is this okay so far…?”
You smile. “Just like that, you’re no longer a virgin.”
He lets out a huff of air, laughing slightly at your words. He swallows again, unsure of what to do. You intertwine your fingers with his.
“Move, set your own pace. I’ll let you know if it’s not enough or too much.” You speak gently, encouraging him.
He swallows again and nods, slowly drawing his hips back and hissing at the way you squeeze him.
“So tight, you feel so good, baby… Does this feel good?”
You nod when he thrusts slowly back in, gradually building up in tempo and in turn moving deeper. He hits particularly deep into you and his tip kisses your g-spot.
“Right there! Do that again!” You gasp and hold his hands tighter.
He looks at you with wide blue eyes, pupils blown as he moves harder, eliciting a moan from your lips.
“Th-that good? Does it feel good for you too?” He manages to say through gasps and grunts.
“Yes, Satoru, so so good…”
He clearly likes the praise, moving faster and now at a constant pace, hips barely stuttering from how close he really is. He has to see you cum first. He needs it, needs you to feel good because of him.
“Satoru, my clit, rub my clit.” You whine, guiding his hand to the sensitive nub.
“Do I just-”
“Just rub it!” You buck up into him as he keeps his pace and finally moves his hand too.
His calloused thumb rubs circles into your sensitive clit, and he catches how your folds seem to flutter around him. He bites his lip and watches your face contort into the cutest expression.
“C-close, ‘toru, please…”
“…T-tell me what to do…”
“Just keep up like that, please…”
He nods and fights back every urge to cum, not wanting to miss when you reach your orgasm. You finally cum with a cry of his name, gripping him impossibly tighter and he finally releases as well. Spurts of his seed fill into you as he keeps fucking it deeper.
“C-can’t stop, it’s too much, I can’t stop!” He borderline cries into your shoulder as he keeps overstimulating the both of you, refusing to slow down or stop.
His sloppy thrusts won’t relent on your poor weeping cunt, white forming at the base of his shaft. You dig your nails into his hands, holding impossibly tighter at the overwhelming sensation.
“Satoruuuu! Too much! G-gonna cum againnnn!!” You cry out and clench tighter around him.
He moans and gasps in your ear, too out of it to hear your cries, only focusing on how you’re sucking him in and won’t let go. Not that he plans to ever leave. You reach another orgasm and thrash against the sheets at how intense it was, and again, he soon follows, this time stilling his hips as he whines out your name and so many praises.
“Thank you, thank you, baby, feels sooo good, princess, I love you, I love you…”
He collapses onto you and buries into your neck. You slowly come down from the overstimulated high and play with his hair.
“Satoru, get off…”
“Nuh uh.”
“Come on, Satoru, we gotta shower.”
“Tomorrow, we can do it tomorrow. Can’t move, if I pull out, I’ll just make us cum again.”
You giggle a little and let him cuddle into you. “You’re such a big baby, ‘toru.”
After a moment of silence, you speak up again.
“Was your first time good?”
“So good, you have the best pussy in the world, babycakes.”
You roll your eyes at the nickname and kiss his forehead. “Thanks, idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
“Mhm, my idiot.”
You both fall asleep, not a care in the world. As the moonlight shines through his window, the only thing that matters is that he’s with you, and you’re with him. Satoru Gojo is no longer a virgin. All thanks to one gorgeous girl: you.
my dear my baby yukine, i can't stop getting sad every time i remember you. i feel like things are just too heavy and fucked up for a young boy like him.
he got a terrible life and death, bad luck seems like unable to stop coming to him. once he became a shinki, (un)fortunately, it's a poor god who bestowed him a name. he got a rough life debuting as shinki. but then he realized he did wrong, apologized to yato and hiyori, and promised to be a better shinki for yato. he didn't stop that way. he really does what he promises, he works hard, assists kofuku and daikoku, studies with hiyori, buys his own clothes, practices spells and incantations with kazuma, treats yato better, comes every time he calls him, yet shit keeps happening to him. yato is a pain in the ass. yukine just wants to know!!! please just TALK to him. but the world keeps leaving him out, yato never really communicates clearly with him, he is always left hanging, wandering and wondering alone. i can't really blame him, i can understand how he feels abandoned, betrayed, discriminated, and confused. he promised yato to always guide him, to always prevent him to kill humans, to always remind him his goal as a god of happiness. he was told that father is yato's lifeline, but the other day he found out that yato wants to kill father. what should he do???? aaaaaaa poor yukine. he always takes the pain, the realization, the redemption, the recovery, and the regret all by himself :((
and the latest chapter (104.2) he finally acknowledges that he is angry at his father, yato, and himself, that he wants to break free from those hatred and fix things up, but nobody understands him (and imagine you being yukine and finding out that all this time yato is leaving with kazuma as his shinki).
he wants to live, to love, to be loved. he realizes he did wrong. he apologizes. now he sees the world is once again crumbling in front of his eyes. he turned himself into a wolf ayakashi. he bears those all by himself....... how is the world so cruel? :((
i know people need time and their own to understand and reconcile with their own selves, their past, their problems, like, whatever people do to you or help you do something, you can never fix things if you don't feel and do it yourself, but yukine....... darling you deserve better!!! i'm begging, please adachitoka, make a beautiful ending with my baby yukine (and of course with yatori too), i would never forgive you if you do them otherwise.
