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texts w fwb gojo #2
minors dni
FWB GOJO - “was it casual when you had to take the tampon out after our miscarriage because the sight of blood makes me cry?”
cw: past miscarriage/pregnancy loss, menstruation/blood mention, trauma response, grief, crying, hurt/comfort.
contains: friends with benefits, avoidant reader, caring toru, emotional vulnerability, grief, comfort.
the apartment was still asleep. the bathroom light was the only thing on, washing the tiny room in a pale yellow glow that made everything feel colder than it was.
you'd been in the bathroom for almost half an hour.
the tampon had been in for a few hours now, and you knew it needed to come out.
you'd reached for the string more times than you could count, but every single time you looked down, your hand would stop.
Satoru just wants to hold you...
Fwb Gojo wants to hold you after sex...But isn't that crossing the line you swore you wouldn't cross?
MDNi!!!! Smut at the beginning...this is a shitty drabble to try and ease back into writing, nothing more.
Cw: some smut at the beginning, confusing feelings, love brewing???
Part 2
Tags: @stqrgumi @buginthegalaxy meow
Under the cut!
fwb!gojo x fem!reader
word count: 658
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You never would have expected that waking up to the Satoru Gojo making you breakfast would become a normal thing.
Especially with the events of last night, which still lingered in your mind as you looked around his room and took in the aftermath of your activities.
“Morning sleepy head” he stated, shirt still off and showcasing the scratches you left all over his back when he kept driving his hips deeply into you. You shook your head, trying to focus on the scene in front of you.
“hi... how did you sleep?” you replied, yawning as you stole a piece of bacon.
Toru chuckled at your sleepy expression, “I slept pretty good, you look tired still.”
He glanced back at his plate noticing a piece missing.
“Wait.. you stole my bacon”
“You made it.”
He poked your cheek, “Exactly, you criminal.”
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed another piece of bacon. “Well we were up till 3am so.. yeah I'm tired, Toru.”
As much as he hated to admit it, he loved when you called him Toru. You said it jokingly years ago after he had been teasing you.
His breath caught then, and it still did now, though he’d gotten better at hiding it.
Finally sitting down next to you, he let out a long sigh. You glanced over at him, remembering the reason you two got in this situation in the first place.
Not that this hadn't happened before but this time was different. You looked at him longer than usual and he did the same.
You watched him eat slowly, as if the food and your presence were the only things grounding him.
“You don’t have to do everything all at once..”
“It’s funny.”
You turned to him.
“Funny?”
He finished his plate before turning to face you completely. He pulled you closer, your breaths mingling as he studied your face.
You closed your eyes, taking in his scent and presence as he moved closer to kiss your lips.
Your lips met, and you both smiled into the kiss. Soft groans escaped the both of you as you both deepened the kiss.
Unfortunately, you were interrupted with his phone ringing which he quickly turned off choosing to focus on you.
A few minutes passed and it rang again.
He reluctantly broke the kiss, watching your doe eyes follow him as he grabbed his phone.
“Mei, what is it..” you watched him leave the kitchen as the silence of his apartment settled around you.
You had a mixed relationship with Mei Mei, she was confident, smart, but you always had a weird feeling about her.
To put it simply you did not like her. She got to work with Toru and had easy access to him, more than you felt you had.
Despite his demeanor with you, deep down you knew how difficult this “relationship” was and that it wasn’t real.
At the end of the day, he’d always be the strongest first..and your friend first.
“Yo, you good?” you jumped at his finger softly poking your back.
You giggled when you saw his goofy grin spread across his face, hiding your own in your hands.
“You’re back! How was the call?” you asked, with more emotion than you meant to have. He grabbed your hands, “I have to leave for a mission.. It will be a week long.”
You looked down at your interlocked fingers and glanced back up to him. “I don’t want to leave but duty calls.”
You nodded. “I don’t leave until tomorrow, though, so we still have some time together.” He whispered to you jokingly.
“Toru.”
“No- not right now. I just want to be with you. No talking”
You tried to argue but he kissed you.
His kisses always had so much love and passion in them.
You couldn’t get enough but how long would this last?
You shouldn’t be involved.
You shouldn’t love this.
You shouldn’t love him.
an: i'm back writing! ive been wanted to update my fics but I'm too much of a perfectionist. I want to just sit for hours writing but thats not realistic especially since i get headaches easy. so i made this little story to help me posting more, so expect more little fics like this and lmk if you'd like them continued. this was also inspired but a relationship i had in the past lol
I'd Make a good husband Jenny...
Satoru was a dream to be around. It was even more of dream to be the receiver of his affection. Meeting Satoru after getting a teaching job at Tokyo high school felt like a breath of fresh air after years of dealing with overly serious sorcerers. His blind folded gaze never left you when Yaga introduced you two. The cocky smirk faltering as he took you in, feeling your cursed energy surrounded him felt like being connected to your soul. You weren't any better, Satoru was truly an ethereal being, an angel sent down to grace the world with his untouchable gaze. And that's exactly what Satoru was, Untouchable, at least to anyone but you.
It started the first day you arrived, he offered to show you around the school before he eventually got called to one of his many duties. Walking through the halls he talked to you like you've known each other for years. The conversation lighthearted and teasing on both ends, you two playing a game on who could make the other drop the facade first. You truly talked more about food you enjoy then anything important like where the dorms are and teaching plans. Everyone knew who Satoru Gojo was, but to truly connect with felt like an honor. The tour ended at his classroom where he left you to meet the students, leaving with a squeeze on your shoulder. Before you could even bask in his touch, it was gone.
You and Satoru's game of eye tag and ever-growing tension came to a conclusion after a mission. He showed up as you were leaving what was previously a church full of cursed spirits, poking fun at your slightly beaten state with his normal cocky rant. You roll your eyes at him before asking why he showed up, he just shrugged and said he thought you could use back up. You cock your brow at him before shrugging off your beaten uniform jacket, stating that his help is appertained but not currently needed. He deflated a little before perking right back up as an idea graced his mind, extending an offer to go get some food, his treat of course. And who were you to deny? Standing at a ramen shop with him felt like being in your own little world, The tension between you two was so thick a seasoned sorcerer would mistake it for cursed energy. After finishing your food you offered to continue the night at your place, which earned you constant teasing from Satoru but he agreed none the less.
At your place you were able to change into more comfortable clothes while Satoru inspected your living situation. Gazing at family photos and going through your pantry to see what snacks you enjoy. You paused after stepping out of your room, seeing he had taken off his jacket and was in a compression shirt. He smirked following your gaze letting out a 'You like what you see?'. You nodded and just continued to stare, which Satoru returned. Finally, after a solid 45 seconds of staring, you just pointed to your bedroom where he followed. As soon as your door closed, he was on you. Grabbing and kissing where there was open skin, whispering cocky praise the clouded your mind. Your hands gripped and squeezed at his hips as your lips finally met. Moving to the bed felt like being put in the spotlight, a competition between you two to show the other just how much you two wanted this, wanted each other. Satoru's fingers on your bare skin felt like he was trying to rip you open and crawl into your chest, and you would let him. Satoru took it upon himself to make sure this was the best you've ever had, that if you were to ever sleep with another person, they couldn't compare to the likes of Satoru Gojo. When both of you were worn out, Satoru sprawled himself across you, pushing his head into you collar bone as you traced patterns on his back. He looked up at you, words on the tip of his tongue before his phone cut him off. Ringing from his pants across the room, he lets out a annoyed sigh. You chuckle at his antics, reaching for his blind fold resting on the pillows. He grabs it from you as he stands up to get dressed, letting out a out of breath 'duty calls'. When he was heading out the door finally dressed, he says that he would like to come back sometime if you'd let him, to which you replied that your door was always open. When he was gone you laid in bed and basked in what was left in his warmth. That night was when you realized that you could never truly have Satoru Gojo, you could only bask in what was left of him.
The dance between you two continued like that continued for months before it started to evolve. he'd show up, maybe you'd two eat, before finally ending up in your bedroom. Sometimes he'd stay as long as he could, just talking before sooner or later ether of you were called to duty, mainly him. But you were fine with that, you were fine with the sort of friends with benefits thing going on between you two. Casual feeling with a hint of lust, and at first Satoru was fine with that. But then he realized that he was pushing off tasks to get to your apartment quicker, taking it upon himself to fill your pantry with snack you both enjoy, and the way he'd bring you up in a conversation if he saw an opportunity. Once he realized what he was feeling, he decided he was now apart of your life. he'd let himself into your apartment even if you weren't there, waiting for your return. To which you always met him with a smile, teasing him for being so clingy. He'd brush it off and tell you that he'd stop if you wanted him to, which you told him what you told him the first time he entered your apartment, my door is always open. On your birthday, he waited for you in the kitchen with an assortment of different pastries. Apon entering, he immediately grabbed you in a bone crushing hug wishing you a happy birthday. You giggled as you listen to his Brocken-out of tune version of the happy birthday song, before he could even start explaining the assortment of goodies, his phone started ringing. He almost ignored it, but you pushed him to answer it. Stating that you know your place, and that his job as the strongest will always came first, and that's ok. Satoru frowned at your words, he wanted to chuck his phone across the room and say you always come first but he stops in his tracks, because he's not your boyfriend, he can't put you first as much as he wants to. With a promise to come back he left for his mission with a pit settling in his stomach. That was the night Satoru decided he wanted to prove himself to you, to prove that he would choose you, if you'd let him.
It was an empty promise at best, you both knew he couldn't devote himself to you the way he wanted. But he definitely tried, only to be gently reminded by you that the world comes first. You we're fine with seeing him in his rare time off that was in a constant rapid decrease, you we're also busy with your own duties. One night he confessed, he put his heart in your hands and looked at you with pleading eyes. You smiled at him, dancing around the confession. That wasn't good enough for him. He continued with his confessions every time he saw you, just trying to geta straight answer. One time he confessed, only for it to be interrupted by a call from Yaga. You stayed silent as you looked in-between him and his phone. He deflates, letting out a little, 'I'll be back' to which you respond, 'my door is always open'. He felt like the only time the two of you could truly connect is when you had sex. it was the only time he could truly be vulnerable, where he's not the strongest. After a while of you dancing around the question, he got desperate, his actions of acting like your boyfriend increased. Trying to prove that he would choose you, if you let him, he'd choose you almost every time, at least that's what he thought.
On one of his free nights, he of course was at your apartment. Tangled in the sheets of your bed, the sweat and afterglow of sex radiating off you two. This time there were no calls to duty, no need to rush out in a hurry. Just you two in quiet conversation. His thumb drumming across your check bone as he laid his head on your chest. The persona gone, he mumbles to you. "I'd make a good boyfriend y/n..." You let out a sigh, if the conversation was going to happen, now would probably be the best time. "You would, Satoru." His hand slides down to grip your neck, his thumb on your pulse point, counting your breaths. "But you won't let me.." Its barely a whisper, but the emotion behind it was loud. You swallow hard, Satoru would make a wonderful boyfriend, you know he would. But his duties as a sorcerer come first, and you can't let him give that up just for you. "The world won't let us, Satoru. You'll always be the strongest sorcerer before anything. And I don't think I could share you with the world."
+ ft. college!fwb!gojo
+ tags. fem!reader, suggestive
fwb!gojo who fucks other hoes but promises you're his favorite
fwb!gojo who lets you post thirst traps with him on your ig and his
fwb!gojo who keeps a nude polaroid pic of you in his phonecase and a few in his wallet
fwb!gojo who calls you some cute ass petnames like his pretty girl, his angel, his pretty baby—whatever it is he always adds his to it
fwb!gojo who eats you out 10 minutes before class and keeps your soiled underwear tucked in the pocket of his pants
fwb!gojo who swears he's not possessive but always gives you hickeys on your neck where it's most obvious and always has his hands on you when you're together
fwb!gojo who gets off on teasing his pretty angel every chance he gets
fwb!gojo who loves your ass and shamelessly slaps it whenever and loves to leave handprints and bite marks on your ass because "it's so squishy i can't help it"
fwb!gojo who goes crazy when he pumps you full of his cum, watching with a grin as it drips down your pussy
fwb!gojo who makes you wear short dresses when eating out with your friends so he can finger you under the table
fwb!gojo who loves to sit you on his lap, loves the feeling of your weight on his body as he hugs you from behind, hands creeping from your thighs to your cunt, nosing your neck (he has a fixation on your neck) and nibbling your ear lobe
fwb!gojo who can't keep his hands to himself, he loves to squish every inch of your skin until his nails create a half moon dent or his fingers leave faint, red marks on it
fwb!gojo who gets absolutely furious at the sight of you flirting with another man, would immediately disturb your convo and pull you away, hand on the back pocket of your jeans as he glares at the guy
fwb!gojo who then proceeds to drag you to an empty classroom while you protest, annoyed at the tall, white haired man for cockblocking you. he pushed you on the desk and pulled you so close to him you whimpered when you felt his clothed cock, hard with need. his hands gripped your thighs as he kisses you with fervor, livid at himself for feeling things he knows he shouldn't feel