Satoru peers up from the sofa. “What’s for dinner, baby? Should we get food delivered? I’m up for anything.”
Jaw dropping, you reply, slowly like he’s an idiot, “There is no dinner. There is no we. You made sure of that.” Stomping over, you grab him by his arm and use all your weight and force to get him up from your couch. To no avail. He’s not called The Strongest for nothing, after all. “Get your fat ass up and out of my apartment!”
“Don’t be mean,” he whines. “It’s turning me on.”
You can’t believe this. Can’t believe that he’s here, lounging in your living room, trying to reach for your thigh to stroke the bare skin there, when just this morning, Satoru had broken up with you.
“A fucking text, Gojo,” you spat out. “You broke up with me through a text message that read, ‘too busy, gotta cut you loose. love ya always!’ And now, you just strut back in here, thinking you can act normal and I’ll let you back in? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I’m a pathetic fangirl who’ll let you walk all over her? Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
He pushes himself up to his feet, sighing. Satoru combs his hair back as he towers over you in his usual uniform. “Really hoped it wouldn’t come to this. Here goes nothing.”
In a flash, he falls to his knees and clings to your body like a leech.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Oh, fuck, baby. I’ve been so busy these days. I thought you were going to break up with me. I’ve never been broken up with, and it was scary, and I was just thinking of my pride, like I thought it would hurt less if I was the one who broke up with you first, but when you blocked me on everything and I couldn’t send you any funny tiktoks about dogs standing up on their hind legs, it started to set in, y’know? Like, this immense pain in my chest. I actually thought I was dying. And I knew I had to apologise and beg for you to take me back, but when you opened the door, all I could think about was how beautiful you are and the speech I had planned disappeared, and I just walked in like a dick, and now I’m on my knees literally begging and crying for you to forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. Please take me back. Please, please, please. I can’t live without y—”
“Shut the fuck up,” you say, pushing him and his snot-nosed face from your stomach. He’s left a Gojo print of wetness on your shirt. Disgusting. “You’re the worst, you self-sabotaging, manchild.”
Satoru, through wet tears, gazes up at you. “I love Sabrina. She really captures my essence, I think. She’d hate me for what I did to you, of course, but I like to believe she’d be moved by my ability to throw all sense of dignity out the window to show you my sincerity… so what do you say?”
“Ugh,” you groan to yourself, “I have the worst taste in men.” Resigned to his inescapable hold, you grumble, “Alright, get up. Let’s unpack why you’re so goddamn impulsive.”
He kisses your belly button in gratitude and sheepishly asks:
“You have all night?”
just a thought I had as I was drying my hair. he'd definitely like to play it cool at first lol
satoru gojo would definitely be the type of boyfriend who motorboats you any chance he gets.
you're innocently walking around the house in a low cut shirt, cleavage spilling out and bouncing softly as you walk — it was practically calling out to him like a bat signal.
a bat signal for sluts.
he'd bury his face in between your soft mounds, his large hands splayed on either side to push your pillowy tits into his face even more— who needs air anyway?
certainly not satoru gojo, not when he's shaking his head back and forth in between the valley of your breasts, like a rabid dog playing with a chew toy.
"brrrrrrrrbrbrrrbrbrrrrr"
his lips flapped as spit settled in between your jiggling tits, he's practically foaming at the mouth — and this lasted for at least 30 straight seconds before raising his head with a tit-drunken smile on his face, pupils slightly blown out and clouding his eyes.
"ah, my favorite past time." he'd say causally before slapping the side of your tit before going about his day.
you're left with one thought racking through your brain.
"yup... my boyfriend is a pervert."
but he's your favorite perveted slut <3
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repost from my old account sytorusdoll
18+ MDNI, smut and crack - when bf!gojo doesn't fit you anymore...
“ow.”
“i haven’t even put it in yet.”
“then why does it already hurt?”
you’re lying flat on your back with your legs up. bracing yourself like you’re about to be hit by a semi-truck. and, in some ways, you are.
gojo is between your legs. completely naked. his body and face flushed pink. his cock hard as hell.
you haven’t had sex in a month. not because anything’s wrong - just life. work. missions. stress. your period. the whole “falling asleep at 9:30 like an old married couple” thing.
but now it’s saturday. the sheets are clean. the vibe is right.
except.
except.
his dick doesn’t fit.
"have you gotten bigger?" you demand.
he raises a brow. "what, like my dick’s bulking without me?"
you swat his arm. "i’m serious. it didn’t used to feel like this."
"yeah, well, maybe your pussy shrank."
"maybe your ego grew so massive it displaced all the blood flow."
he snorts. kisses your knee. "god, i missed you."
you sigh. "i missed you too. just not… like this. impaled."
he groans dramatically and collapses forward to bury his face in between your breasts. "this is so sad. my baby can’t take dick anymore. how will we go on."
"maybe we just cuddle. like normal people."
he pops back up, scandalised. "cuddle? baby. no. i already cried three times in the shower this week. you can’t take this from me."
you burst out laughing. "what."
"i’m emotionally repressed. i need this."
you wipe your eyes. "you’re insane."
but still. you look at him with his messy white hair, flushed cheeks and toned chest heaving slightly because he’s been holding himself back.
and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice.
you bite your lip. "what if… we just leave it in. for a bit."
his eyes gleam. "you mean cockwarming?"
you roll your eyes. "don’t make it weird."
"you wanna just sit on my cock like a lil toaster oven. say that."
“satoru.”
he laughs but obliges. slowly and carefully sliding in just the tip of his dick. then a little more. you hiss. he stills immediately.
his voice is so gentle when he asks, "you okay?"
you nod. "just… thick. too thick. you’re like a baguette."
he grins. "and you’re a day-old bagel. stiff and unwelcoming."
"that’s not sexy."
"you’re not sexy."
"take it back."
"no."
but then he leans down and kisses your forehead. his large hand reaching up to stroke your hair. and he doesn’t move - not even a single thrust - just holds you with his ‘little gojo’ (his words) buried inside, like he’s content to stay there forever.
"this is kinda nice," you whisper.
"i know. you’re warm. like a microwave."
you flick his forehead.
you end up falling asleep like that - him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally relaxed. and when you wake up the next morning?
18+ crack/smut, gojo being a needy, whiny brat tbh
Satoru has been pretending to be blind for your attention.
Well, it started off as he really was blind, so it's not an entire lie!
A curse did some weird shit and he couldn't see!!! It was scary, but you were right there for him, doing anything and everything until it came back, and even Shoko didn't know for how long.
Well...
Maybe he liked the attention too much, fuck you were even bathing him. You took off work completely, devoting every ounce of your time to being by his side, even though you were his former classmate, one of his best friends - no, it was all different.
Especially when he snuggled 'accidentally' against your soft, pretty tits, and you just giggled, letting him nuzzle with a little mumbled Toru.
Satoru was fucking glad he couldn't see, if he got this much attention!
Oh. And no going on missions didn't hurt either.
Just living the life in his penthouse, and feeling you brush his hair back soothingly, murmurs falling onto his ears, making sure to even spoon feed him. Oh he was living the damn dream, until this pesky eyesight shit came back.
Satoru had loved not seeing anything, but when he did get glimpses of you half naked in his living room? He could hardly stop the precum that leaked underneath his boxers. You sat next to him and he tugged you close again, resting his head on your lap and pretending he couldn't see a damn thing.
"How are you feeling, Toru? Any sight yet?"
""Oh no," he sighs dramatically, practically purring as you brush his silky hair back slowly. "Nothing at all, sweets."
"No? You poor baby..."
"Yes," Satoru throws his hand over his head, sighing dramatically. "It's depressing me!"
You pout all cute as he pretends his pretty blue eyes are just lost, sighing.
"Your eyes are too pretty not to be able see."
"You think they're pretty, hmm?"
"Who doesn't," you click your tongue and trace his cheek with your fingertips carefully. "I'm sorry you're going through it, but I promise I'll stay and help as much as I can! My job-"
"I'll pay you three times it!" He's practically frantic, making you feel so bad for him - imagine, being the strongest, then having to beg your friend to help!? You surely have to take good care of your best friend.
"Oh," you blink now. "You don't have to!"
"Please, you're takin' such good care of me," he snuggles up to your lap again, smirking as he feels that heat pressing up from your thighs, he can hear your heart racing as his nose nuzzles against your tummy. "I really need you here."
God he'd love to put a baby inside you.
He shouldn't be thinking that!?
But wouldn't it be so cute if you had a baby Gojo or three?
Or six kids? Or-
"I'll stay taking care of you till you're better," you cut off his filthy little thoughts now, smiling all bright and pretty. He'd tell you if he didn't have to lie about not seeing, just how pretty it was.
"You will?"
"I promise!"
Satoru sighs, smiling against your skin. "What would I do without you?"
*****
"Satoru, you can see - cut the shit," Shoko is stomping away as he chases after her. "I'm telling her."
"No, no, not yet! Let me have more attention first!" She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Please, another week?"
"Are you serious? You have a staff to do shit for you if you're feeling this lazy."
"It's not that..." He blushes. "It's her, she's so cute takin' care of me."
Satoru is on his knees. "God, get up."
"Shoko please."
"God whatever, one week and I'm telling her," she yanks out her pack of cigarettes - she swears this man is one of the reasons she needs them, if he's not always coming in for some bullshit.
"Swear I won't pretend for longer!"
****
"She said another week at least?" You hug Satoru when you help him into the back of the car, he feels all around, breaking your heart.
Satoru was always the strongest, but now he needed you!
Even when his hands kept darting to your titties by 'accident' and he'd apologize all cute, snuggly and constantly hugging all over your body. "Another week, I'm so sorry."
"No please," you giggle a bit as he nuzzles your neck. "I kind of have enjoyed the break from work, even if you're work yourself."
"I'm trying to be such a good boy," you snort and roll your eyes at him. "I really am!"
"Mhm... what do you want for dinner?"
Satoru smirks. "You."
"What!?"
He blinks all innocently. "I said sushi?"
"Oh," you blink now, feeling your cheeks heat up - are you really being a perv right now when he needs you!!! "I heard um..."
"Hmm?" He watches the blush on your cheeks as you don't realize he can even see, smirking a bit. "You would take advantage of a blind man?"
"Oh fuck off!" You shove at him in the back of the car playfully as he feigns innocence. "You just wanna mess with me!"
"Oh, I'd eat you," your heart hammers in your chest when he hits a husky tone. "Wouldn't have to see to know my way around your body, sweetheart."
Fuck.
Does he have to drop his octave like this!?
****
Dinner goes as normal as it has been - two weeks of Gojo being blind, and you feeding him, helping him go upstairs to wash up, but he's being extra needy tonight. He's begging you to lay with him, to cuddle, and of course you do.
You have wanted this version of Satoru Gojo for a long time.
"I hope you get your sight back soon," you stroke his hair how he likes, laughing when he nuzzles you, trying to ignore how good he feels wrapping you with those big damn biceps.
"Yeah, me too. It's so scary," he pouts all adorable, inhaling you again. "Mmm, but all my senses are heightened."
"Oh?" His fingertip slips up your thigh. "Toru..."
"Can smell how turned on you are."
"No!?"
"Mhm," he's kneeling between your thighs, nudging them apart, long fingers pressing into the flesh of them, making you weak. "Feel how hot you are f'me."
"Liar, cannot," you arch your hips, making him chuckle, your cute lil panties soaked - he'd say something, but he knows he he can't. He needs you to help wash his back and feed him snacks, needs you cuddling him in his bed, whining out.
"Hear how needy you are, hmm?" You just sigh, thighs spreading, cunt slick and dribbling. Satoru groans at the sight, breath ghosting your panty clad cunt as you arch again. "I could use my sense of taste, too?"
"Fuck," your hands tangle in his face and he softly whines out, his lashes fluttering. "Thought I couldn't take advantage, hmm?"
"I'd let you do anything to me," you can't answer, not when he's lapping his tongue up to gather the wetness, slipping his tongue with a flick and moaning. "Taste so fuckin' sweet."
"Toru!" He's groaning as he tugs your panties up - he's jerked off to the thought of this since he was old enough to jerk his cock, picturing the moment he'd lose it to his pretty best friend.
Who knew that a curse would get him between your thighs?
That the girl who was the very source of damn near every hard on was letting him lick her? Satoru's never even done it - but he's pictured it enough times. He's tugging your panties to the side, blushing at the filthy sight of your pretty lil cunt all glistening.
"Look at you," he murmurs, before he can stop himself, tongue gathering that thick coat of slick, letting it coat his tastebuds, slurping at the mess you're making. "Pretty lil cunt, fuck..."
"Look at me? Wait a minute!"
Oh shit.
You pause then, leaning up on your elbows, seeing his bashful ass grin. "You can see!? How long!"
"Just a couple days, no, no," you're clamping your thighs around his head, he bites your inner thigh hard, you hiss as his sharp ass teeth catch your skin. "Baby please, just listen!"
"Had me damn near doing sponge baths, you little shit!" You shove at him with your foot, he captures it, kissing the inside of your ankle, teeth nipping at it, grinning like the dick head Satoru Gojo is. "I can't believe you were milking it!"
"I just enjoyed the attention too much," he leans low, shoving your thighs up into a full ass mating press, glancing down at your face, sighing. "I swear I was blind for a bit, but I really couldn't tell you."
"Why?" you whisper, nails pressing into his soft sheets, as he leans back, spitting a trail down to your clit, making her clench around nothing, your core tightening. "Best friends tell each other everything, they don't pretend to be blind."
"But I didn't want you to leave," he pouts again, like he didn't just spit on your cunt like a filthy little freak. "Pookie, really..."
"Don't pookie me, you spoiled brat," his eyes flash that pretty blue, and you suddenly feel all that strength against you, making you dizzy. "If you wanted attention, you didn't need to be blind."
"No?"
"No you idiot," you bite down on your lip when he glides two fingers through your mess.
"Can I make it up to you?" He slides two fingers in your needy hole, they suck him in with a greedy squelch, he can't wait to feel it wrapping his cock, leaking even more pre at the thought. At your little nod and cute ass glare, he grins, diving back down between your soft thighs, parting puffy lips to eye that twitchy, needy clit.
"Ah! You better..." His tongue circles it as his fingers find just the right spot in your slick lil walls that grip him so damn good, making the little thing jump. He can't help but laugh softly, tickling your skin.
"I'll do a really good job, sweetheart. I promise."
****
ahem this is for my bb @yenayaps heheh - also omg another virgin toru whaa
thinking about you going on a shopping spree with satoru’s card while he’s away on a mission. and usually, his smile would grow with each transaction that went through.
but the first thing you see when you answer his video call later that day is his pout.
“you went on a shopping spree while i’m away?” is the first thing he says, bottom lip jutted out like a child whose favourite toy got confiscated.
you tilt your head in confusion - he always told you that you could use his card as you please whenever you wanted. from the day you two made it official. it’s one of the things that makes him happiest.
“yeah…? sorry, was it too much?”
he almost wants to laugh at the hypothetical thought that he could ever get upset when you use his card.
“… girl, do you know who you’re talking to? if anything, it wasn’t enough. makes me hard when you spend all my money,” he says unashamedly, like he was just telling you about his day. “i’m upset because i’m not there for you to give me a little fashion show.”
“oh,” you say, realisation dawning on you. he’d usually eagerly sit and watch you unpack your shopping haul. telling you try it all on, just so he could compliment you in every single item. “well, i can give you one over the phone, if you’d like?”
“i guess that’ll suffice for now,” he sighs, dramatically lamentful. “but i deserve a real one when i come back, yeah?”
you smile, “i’ll do you one better, and go on another shopping spree while you’re here.”
sometimes, when you’re on top (which satoru loves, because he gets to be lazy) he’ll do finger guns at you. full on pew pew, while you’re riding him.
"look at you go, yeehaw! my little cowgi-"
"stop talking."
he does not stop. he starts to make horse noises instead. he neighs. you vow to break up with him on the spot. but he flips you under him halfway through and makes you forget.
and god help you if you make an embarrassing noise. he will repeat it back to you- but so exaggerated. high pitched and mocking, giggling through it all.
"did you just go ‘mngh- ahh!?' do it again, do it again- c’mon-"
you tell him you hate him. he kisses the tip of your nose in response.
"you loveeeee me. my little dolphin, ee-ee-ee!"
and the worst part? he refuses to stop. he'll keep the bit going way after. you'll be in the shower trying to scrub the shame off, and he’ll lean on the doorframe, towel around his hips, "ahhh~ toru, so big~!" then cackle like a gremlin while you throw the shampoo bottle at him.
he'll do it in front of nanami, too. just to watch his soul leave his body. you'll call him on speaker to ask if he wants anything from the store- "yeah, get more milk, we used it all last night. you know, when you were all- ‘ah, ah, ahhh!" and nanami just… sighs. loudly. contemplates calling hr even though there is no hr.
sometimes he doesn’t even do the voice. he’ll just look at you across a restaurant table and mouth your moans back at you. the smirk is unbearable, annoying- and so him. he knows you know exactly what he’s referencing, and he lives for that split second of terror on your face before you kick him hard under the table.
you swear he’s the only man alive who could ruin the mood and make it ten times better.
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru being the goof he is in bed
“it's the one and only gojo satoru dj-ing in the bedroom tonight. everybody make some noise.”
you deadpan at him. “suddenly i’m all dried up.”
“baby,” he pouts, “you were supposed to make some noise for me, not look at me like that. i'm literally dj-ing your clit right now.”
you groan and your head falls back against the pillow, out of exasperation not pleasure. “do not say ‘dj-ing my clit’.”
“flicking your bean?”
“satoru.”
“fine, fine. you're no fun,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles into your nub with his thumb rather than the so-called dj-ing that he was doing.
he’s between your legs, cheek pressed against your inner thigh, warm breath tickling your folds as he watches your drooling entrance clench around air each time he presses a little harder into your clit, your legs jerking slightly.
he feels his mouth water at the sight and kisses your thigh once before pressing his face into your cunt, inhaling deeply like a coke addict. his tongue flicks out and laps at your sugary wetness, dragging his tongue in a firm stripe upwards.
“god, fuck… so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, groaning low against you.
you reach down, sliding your fingers into his hair, hips bucking into his face. he smiles, running his hands up and down your thighs as he lavishes attention on your pretty cunt.
“ride m’face… mmhmmm, like that. just feel the rhythm, baby, feel the vibe,” he says, a playful lilt in his voice, taking on his supposed dj persona again.
“you sound like a fucking stoned surfer,” you laugh breathily, a moan slipping out right after when he twirls the tip of his tongue around your clit before suddenly sucking on it.
he laughs, kissing the mound. “heh, well, i have a tip that you can ride.”
“just the tip?”
“fuck, no. ride it nice and deep, baby, like you always do. jus’ ride my face for now, want you to cum on my pretty face.”
and when you do, he moans deeply, lapping up every drop of your cum like his favourite treat. wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you open as you shake against the sheets, your thighs threatening to close around his head.
“mmm, fuck, ‘s so good…” he slurs against your silky folds. and when he pulls back, he’s grinning, lower face glistening and his cheeks slightly flushed. “might be one of my best performances. should i switch my job from the strongest sorcerer to the sexiest dj?”
a/n: idk what this is it's a silly idea i had HAHAHA the reason why i didn’t do the taglist
Rule 1 : Never hug strangers. Rule 2 : Fuck the rules
Gojo Satoru x Reader
The first time you meet Gojo Satoru, he’s crying…….
……. in the pasta aisle of you local convenience store.
Any sane person would leave.
But you’ve had three glasses of wine… the cheap kind that comes in a box…. and your decision making skills have left the building approximately two hours ago.
“Are you… okay?” you hear yourself ask.
Great. GREAT. Now you are involved.
He looks up. His eyes are beautiful, even red rimmed and puffy, which seems unfair. Crying is supposed to make people ugly. It’s a RULE. But apparently God’s favorite princess over here gets to break that rule.
“My cat died,” he says
Oh fuck.
“I’m so sorry, I…”
“Her name was Pudding.” Hes still holding the pasta sauce…. looking like a sad anime character. “She was seventeen. I got her when I was ten. She liked this brand of sauce. I came here to buy it and I forgot she’s… she’s not…”
He’s going to start crying again.
You can see it happening in slow motion, and you have approximately three seconds to decide what to do.
You do the only thing that makes sense to your wine drunk brain: you hug him.
HUG HIM. A complete stranger. You are a GENIUS.
He freezes for a second, then hugs back, and he’s tall… why is he so tall… and he smells good.
“Pudding was a great name for a cat,” you say into his chest.
He laughs. It sounds broken “She was fat. It fit.”
You end up buying him the pasta sauce. He ends up buying your boxed wine. You sit on the curb outside the store… him still sniffling, you slightly drunk, both of you probably needing therapy… and he pulls out his phone.
He shows you approximately seventy three photos of the fattest, orangest cat you’vr ever seen in your life. She looked like a furry basketball.
“She looks like she had a mortgage,” you say.
He laughs again, and this time it sounds real. “She judged everyone who came over. You would’ve hated each other.”
“Probably,” you agree, looking at a photo of Pudding staring directly into the camera.
When he asks for your number, youre sober enough to know it’s a bad idea.
You are sober enough to remember that you’ve literally just met this man in a CONVENIENCE STORE while he was CRYING over PASTA SAUCE.
You give it to him anyway.
Because apparently your brain have fully abandoned you.
☽☽☽.
Two years later, you’re sitting on his couch… which is nicer than any furniture you’ve ever owned, which isn’t saying much because your couch came from a Facebook Marketplace listing that said “free if u pick it up, smells weird, idk why”……. watching him coo at a cat.
The cat’s name is Mochi.
She’s just as fat as Pudding was. Just as orange. Just as judgmental.
And she fucking HATES you.
She’s knocked over your coffee three times. She’s pissed in your shoe once. She sits on Gojo’s lap and stares at you like she’s plotting your demise.
Right now, she’s just knocked your mug off the table…. the SECOND mug this week, you’re going to have to buy more mugs…. and the coffee is spreading across his expensive rug and he’s just… watching her.
Watching her with LOVE in his eyes.
“She’s perfect,” he says.
The cat looks at you like she knows she’s won.
You look at him…. at his stupid face and his stupid smile and the way he’s cradling this furry monster like she’s a BABY…. and you think:
I’m going to marry this idiot.
You’re going to marry him and his horrible cat and probably end up with seventeen more cats who all hate you, and you’re going to die surrounded by cats who are judging you, and honestly… that sounds perfect.
