“and then it was just a pain in the ass, you should’ve seen nanami’s face he knew it was a one man job-”
gojo rambles on and on about his day, at first you were avidly listening in to the story excited to see where it went but realized fast enough that it was just your boyfriend recounting how amazingly indulgent he’d been in other people’s lives.
“but i’d made him tag along just to waste his time-“
you lower your eyes, a mock serious expression on your face.
“just shut up and kiss me”
“OKAYYY” satoru chirps letting you pull him by his neck into a messy kiss where you bite his top lip.
he hisses to retort and follows your lips eyes half lidded when you pull away, wanting needing more.
“ah, ah” you shake your pointer finger in his face pushing him away with one hand.
he narrows his eyes, grabbing your finger and pulling you in closer, the sudden movement making you jerk forward losing balance for a bit.
however you recover quick shooting back a remark “noo don’t manhandle me like thisss” in a sing song-y voice.
satoru shakes his head amused, “baby, where do you learn these words?”
“oh, from my other boyfriend”
“right right and what position does he have you in, for this so called manhandling?” he plays along a smirk tugging on his lips.
you watch it dissolve though being replaced by an annoyed expression at your reply,
“face down ass up”
you giggle watching his face contorting as if he’ll throw a tantrum. he huffs “you know i do that best though, you know no one compares, no one has you feeling good like me, admit it”
your heart and your mind and everything combined agree but you don’t give him the satisfaction. you tap your chin as if deep in thought,
“oh! oh! he can also bench press my weight!”
satoru chuckles throwing his head back blue eyes meeting yours in bewilderment,
“if you fantasize about doing that then you know can just ask me right?”
well he does bench press your weight alright. all night.
mdni/18+ :: ☏ your boyfriend is obsessed with your glasses ... so he fucks you in them
☏ dizzi’s voicemail: as a glasses girlie, this is so self indulgent of me but we ball !! this idea came to me while washing dishes ... first time writing/posting smut so pls tell me if its ass (my virgin is showing so bad) <3. the idea of feral gojo makes me bust so here he is from my mind to yours ❤︎
you’d worn glasses since you were like ... 5 years old. they were never anything more to you than helpful, and kind of a nuisance. optometry appointments sucked, and you preferred contacts to glasses. but satoru? no. not at all.
you weren’t aware, but he was obsessed with the fact that you wore glasses. he never came outright with it, he knew it was something weird to obsess over. he just loved the sight of you with them on. didn’t matter if you were cuddled up next to him or minding your business, he loved it.
everytime you opted for contacts over your glasses, he’d pretend not to care. but really? he hated it. not even in a controlling way, he just loved the way his chest tightened when he saw you in glasses. when the glasses came off, he’d pretend he wasn’t pouting about it. he understood you didn’t want to damage them, but he would honestly prefer if they were glued to your pretty face.
one night, the two of you were watching TV, cuddled up next to each other. his head rested on your lap, fingers tracing lines up and down your thigh, your hands tangled through his hair. the kind of quiet evening every couple has once a week.
that is, until he turned to face you. he hadn’t even realized you had your glasses on, but as soon as he did, he prayed to whatever higher power that you didn’t recognize his pants getting tighter on him. “you look so pretty.” he loved complimenting you, but this time, there was so much under it. what he really wanted to say was much filthier.
“thank you.” you couldn’t help but smile, but you did notice that he looked ... lustful. the compliment was innocent enough, but he looked like he wanted to take you down in that moment. “you ok?” you added, gently pushing some of his hair out of his eyes. “no. i literally can’t think of a prettier thing than you & those glasses.” he sat up straight, kissing your hand and all the way up your arm.
you looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised in confusion. what the hell was he talking about?
“my glasses? as in ... the glasses i need to see?” you tried not to laugh, but this could be the dumbest thing he’s ever said. it’s not like satoru wasn’t into abnormal things, but this barely registered to you. he kept kissing up your arm, stopping just shy of your neck. he looked almost ... needy? satoru was no softie, not when he wanted you.
“yeah. you look ... sexy.” he didn’t have the words for it & hated that you found it funny. he went back to kissing you, placing wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder. beyond the rest, he was infatuated with you to no end. “your skin is so soft ... jesus, i just wanna fuck you.” you’d honestly never seen him like this. it’s not like he was touch-starved, he was just being ... feral.
you went along with it, letting him hover over you, kissing you as if you were going to disappear. you only took a moment to take off your glasses, but as soon as you reached for them, he grabbed your wrist. “no. no, no, baby keep them on ... please? you're like my own personal ... slutty librarian or ... something.” you’d never seen him plead like this before. he was adamant. you let confusion cross your features for a split second, replacing only with concern.
"no, toru! what if they get damaged or broken or ... something?" you both know glasses were expensive, and neither of you were interested in soft sex. you were used to him tossing you around, pulling your hair and overstimulating you past the point of tears. as if something as fragile as your eyewear would survive all that.
“baby, baby please. i’ll buy you an entire glasses brand, if you want. just ... keep them on.” he was begging. you were growing more and more confused by the second, but he looked like he might cry if you told him no.
“...fine.”
he didn’t hesitate to kiss you, hard. lips locking with yours and fingers busying themselves by untying your sweats, your mind was still thoughts away. what was this new infatuation? i mean, your glasses were already fogging up just from kissing, and the look in his eye told you it would get a whole lot messier.
“what’s up with you?” you chuckled, feeling him slip his hand under your sweats and break the kiss, finally pulling away from your mouth. his lips were slightly swollen, his eyes a bit glossy. “jus’ ... wanna fuck you so good. wanna cum all over those pretty lips, those glasses.” you were surprised with how serious he was about the whole glasses thing.
between his kisses down your neck and his fingers quickening on your sensitive clit, you were fighting to stay somewhat quiet. not like your neighbors didn’t hate you two already, but still!
“you’re too quiet.” he pulled his fingers out momentarily, long enough to get you to whine out at the lack of contact. “want more. please?” you tried to buck your hips up, trying anything to force his touch, but he just used his other arm to pin your hips back to the couch.
“so needy, baby ... let me do what i want.” he got to his knees, tugging your sweats down and off of you, tossing them somewhere around the living room. as much as he wanted this, as blown as his pupils were, he still wasn’t hasty. even in his horniest moments, it was all about you.
your head was practically spinning already, only getting worse when he licked a long stripe up your pussy. one hand gripped the top of the couch, the other flying to grip his hair as if on instinct. “shiiit.” your body rolled upwards at the contact, earning only a smug smile from your boyfriend.
he kept his eyes on your face, watching your expressions while you let out the sluttiest moans he’d ever heard out of you. but really, he was staring at your eyes. rolling back, of course, but the way they were framed by your glasses made the blood rush to his cock. he barely even realized that you had cum down his chin, or that he was overstimulating you, until you pulled his mouth off.
“jesus, satoru.” you tried to steady your heavy breathing by laying flat on the couch, but to no avail. “...m’sorry.” you didn’t miss how he tried his best to lick all your juices off of his chin, then came up to kiss you. he was so fucking filthy.
“see how good you taste? it’s addictive.” his kisses were hasty, raw with the taste of your sex on his lips. he was practically suffocating you between the kiss and his two fingers deep inside of you. he could do this, making you feel good & moan his name, for the rest of his life.
“wan’ your dick, toru. please?” tears of arousal welled up in your eyes. just enough to make him snap. the whiny tone, your slick cunt, his fingers starting to cramp up anyway. all of it washed over him, and he’d have probably came in his pants if he wasn’t entirely focused on you & those fucking glasses.
he pulled his fingers out & shoved them into your mouth, causing your thighs to press together. he didn’t hesitate when it came to fucking you because his favorite feeling in the world was your pretty pussy convulsing around him.
the whole situation had his head spinning, or maybe it was how fucking wet you were when he slid in.
“mnh ... did you get tighter?” he asked, as if he wasn’t already bottoming out in you. you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, just a few strings of profanity & a bit of drool coming out of your mouth in place of the words. he didn’t need the reply anyway. you definitely had. he had learned you inside & out, trained your pussy to fit him & only him. of course he noticed the change!
“fuuuck ... you look so fuckin’ sexy.” he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your face. he had you pinned under him, fucking deep into you. outside of a few breathy moans, you remained speechless because of how relentless he was. all he did was speed up, watching your irises fall further and further back into your head, glasses slipping further and further down your nose.
“ngh ... t-toru. slow down.”
as if he would listen to that. sure, he was usually rough, but this was different.
“shh ... no. no baby, i can’t. you look s’pretty taking me like — hah — that.” he could feel you clenching around him, causing him to look away from your face for only a split second. you were fully drooling by now, trying your unsuccessful best to get him to slow down. he loved you like this.
“m’gonna cum, sweets. that pretty face got me finished so quick. jus’ so sexy with those on. where do you want it?” he finally did slow down, just enough to slam back into you and draw out moans you didn’t know you had. “fill me up ... please. i want it.” you really didn’t have to ask him twice. it took him a total of four more strokes before you felt it, warm ropes of cum spilling inside of you. you both took the chance to breathe, him still buried in you but leaning down to kiss your neck.
“mmm ... i love you so much. please never take those glasses off.” he couldn’t help but chuckle, causing you to roll your eyes & smile. “i love you too, satoru.”
property of lvsttastic :: pls do not plagiarize or ai train my work ❤︎
unpopular opinion but i do think gojo would get jealous
he’s not got perfect n impenetrable confidence though he likes to pretend he does (even lying to himself though deep down he knows the truth), he’s got abandonment issues forsureeee, i think he’s on the avoidant spectrum of attachment - he’s def not secure
i can see him being loyal n committed to someone, ion see him as a fuckboy
he may not have the biggest external reaction like other characters but if he sees another guy talking to you he’ll def tense up n his mind will start racing of “what if they think he’s attractive? why haven’t they walked away yet? do they think of other people? what if i’m not good enough for them?”
if you ever are just laying down with him n you mention you’re texting a guy friend of yours he’ll have a twinge of discomfort in his chest n tummy that makes him shift his body, if he keeps seeing you pick up your phone he’ll be assuming it’s the guy friend n start asking “subtle” questions “how do you know him? ohh okay… how old is he? hm i see, let’s go do something yeah?” if you’re still immersed in your phone he’ll scoot closer to you n start playing with your hair n wrapping his other arm around you “babeeeee… pay attention to me… agh :((((“
he’s confident in his strength as a sorcerer of course, he knows he’s attractive, but he wonders of if he’s able to depend on someone else in such an intimate manner - of if he’s just strong or if his personality n heart is enough… he mulls over it more than you realize :( does he hold value outside of his skill n strength as a sorcerer? does he hold up as a person in the same way?
maybe just cause i want him to get jealous over me but still
sometimes i think the hyperconfident fuckboy/playboy gojo characterization is overdone
you think it’s insane and maybe a part of you knows that you shouldn’t be seeing this. your hands curl over the page hitching higher, eyes focused on the drawing.
a drawing of you, signed at the bottom, satoru.
multiple things strike you at once.
there is a softness to it, filled with water color multiple different hues jump at you, not exactly blended in as if done in a hurry.
but the outlines are detailed much more intentional.
you observe the pencil strokes, fine and precise, etched of your closed eyes, lips slightly parted in deep sleep, hair splayed out, hand over the pillow as if waving hello.
the most prominent being how beautiful you look.
is this how satoru views me through his eyes?
it’s a close portrait, you wonder if he’d done it right then and there, watching you sleep. you wondered why he’d drawn you at all.
having known satoru for years you knew he drew mainly sceneries, landmarks that he held close to his heart.
you wondered if you were like that for him, something he held close to his heart.
he’d told you that he loved you multiple times but for it to be laid out like this, for it to be so obvious through his work of art..was something else.
you couldn’t peel your eyes away from the drawing, your heart pulled and tugged inside, unsure of this feeling of complete and utter delight.
slowly turning over the page in the sketchbook, you knew it was personal to him, but curiosity did kill the cat, you spot another drawing of yourself.
a close up of your face from a higher angle, a strawberry yogurt cup in your hand and a spoon tilted on your mouth.
you looked adorable.
this was once again drawn with pencil but the coloring this time was deliberate, well blended as if he took his time.
your eyes sparkled in his art, his memorized outline of your lashes shining through. you with a big smile on your face, cheeks dimpled.
for satoru gojo to find you so endearing, you understood the reason behind his flaring cuteness aggression towards you.
if this is how he saw you then it was valid.
there was a vulnerability in his sketches of you.
lost in thought you pondered focusing on the details, your teeth peeking out into your smile, your hair falling into your face, those earrings you loved to wear, his attention to detail making your heart flutter.
your thoughts are interrupted by a shuffling sound behind you and arms around your waist making you jump.
“you…weren’t supposed to see this” a very flushed satoru mutters standing behind you as you turn your head to look at him.
damn it, caught red handed.
“is this how you view me?”
a question on your tongue that he doesn’t know how to answer with your look of half sheepishness half awe your boyfriend feels his heart strings being pulled in all directions.
how does he explain this to you?
too embarassed to speak, he proceeds to hide his face in your neck muttering,
“and if i said yes” scared that you’d mind he awaits your answer.
“toru, i love them” you breathe elated.
satoru pulls back, turning you around and searching your eyes, finding true earnestness.
“really?” he asks exasperated and you nod enthusiastically.
explaining he speaks, “i worry i haven’t captured your true essence, your beauty is unmatched sweetheart, blame it on my lack of skill”
and you’re shocked to say the least “i can’t stand it when you’re so harsh on yourself, please love, these paintings are beautiful, i’ve never felt so seen, i didn’t know…how beautiful your mind was.”
“it is only beautiful because my thoughts are filled with you, you consume my entire being”
now it was your turn to flush and hide your face in his chest.
