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⌜Love To Hate You ⧸ Hate To Love You⌟ 𓂃༞♡

༞ Gojo Satoru x Reader

༞ Contains...! partial smut, angst, fluff, misunderstandings, enemies to lovers trope, implied hidden feelings, "princess" used as a nickname for the reader, dancing, alcohol, cursing, bickering, banter, making out, groping, heavy petting, grinding, fondling, slight begging

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,140 words.

༞ Part 3/? Part 1. Part 2.

The ride over to Gojo's place was eerily quiet. You made small talk about the students, only slightly bickering when Gojo disagreed with how you graded the last exam.

It felt strange being alone with Gojo in his apartment. You've only ever been over for school parties and gatherings. But now that you had his full undivided attention- you felt a bit nervous.

"Before you ask, the liquor cabinet is in the kitchen," Gojo smirked as he made a beeline down the hall. You observed his apartment curiously as you treaded through.

"Trust me, I didn't forget that vital intel." You heard Gojo chuckle as he pulled a few ingredients from the refrigerator, before retrieving his cutting board and a clean knife.

"Oh, so you memorized my apartment? I didn't realize you were so in love with me, princess," Gojo watched you intently as you raided his stash. He rolled up his sleeves before he began preparing dinner.

"Don't flatter yourself, G- Satoru… I only memorized the goods." You scoffed, letting out an excited gasp as you found the bottle you had your heart made up on trying months ago.

"Ah! Found it!" You excitedly exclaimed as you made your way over to Gojo. You perched yourself against his island as he skillfully chopped a few vegetables.

Gojo gave a once-over to the bottle you gleefully clutched. "Ah, excellent choice, princess. That's one of my favorites." Gojo carefully placed the knife atop the cutting board before turning in his place.

He rummaged through his cupboard before pulling out two fancy wine glasses. "Allow me," He whispered. Gojo's fingertips grazed the back of your hand as he grabbed the bottle of liquor from your grasp.

You felt yourself get hot from the soft touch, mentally cursing yourself for being so impacted. Gojo carefully poured the fine wine into the glasses, taking a swift sip before continuing dinner.

"How do you like it, princess?" Gojo lifted his gaze from the prepped vegetables to admire your reaction. When the saccharine liquor crashed over your tastebuds, you let out a groan. Throwing your head back slightly in delight.

"It's better than what I pictured!" You sighed, not failing to notice the prominent blush adorning Gojo's cheeks from your enthusiastic display. He smiled softly at you before ushering over to where you were standing. Gojo tangled his hand into yours as his other palm rested flat against the small of your back. Pulling you flush against his chest.

"Dance with me for a little, yeah?" He quipped, taking a large step back. You followed in tow, allowing the lanky man to take the reins. Gojo hummed a soft melody as he spun you around his large dining room. You couldn't help but giggle with how he maneuvered the both of you through his home.

"You know, I thought you would be a lot better at dancing. You're terrible, Satoru!" Your giggles wracked through your whole being as he pulled you impossibly close to his sturdy chest. You could have sworn you felt his heart from how hard it was beating against his ribcage.

Gojo let out an airy chuckle before his grip on your waist tightened. He held you close as he dipped you, squeezing your hand that was intertwined with his. You felt heat course through your body as he cradled you in his arms. Gojo moved his face impossibly close to yours, leaving you with no choice but to gaze up at him.

"Hmm… guess I'll have to practice more if I want to impress you with my dancing skills, princess," Gojo whispered. You were beginning to get shy under the intense gaze. Even past the blindfold, you could feel his crystal eyes on you. All the witty quips you had lined up died on your tongue before you could utter them.

Gojo slowly lifted you back up, still holding you tight. Your hands shakily came up to his face. His smile faltered slightly as he anticipated your next move. "So you're trying to impress me? Good to know." You uttered as your fingertips hooked under the fabric of his blindfold.

You slowly pulled the cloth down his face, revealing his mesmerizing diamond-blue eyes. Gojo smiled softly at you as his blindfold came to rest around his neck like an ill-fitting necklace. "I'm always trying to impress you, princess."

You couldn't take your eyes off him as your hands cupped his annoyingly perfect face. His minty breath tickled your lips when he spoke. A constant reminder of the proximity. You hadn't noticed the way Gojo's long leg wedged itself between yours until you felt the top of his thigh pressing into your core.

You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle a whine, but to no avail. Gojo heard it. Loud and clear. "Fuck, you drive me crazy." He muttered, pressing further into you. Another moan slipped past your lips as your hands dropped down to his shoulders. You balled the fabric of his uniform into your fists as you held onto him for stability. You could feel your legs trembling.

"Satoru… kiss me, please," You whined. Gojo didn't need to be asked twice. In an instant, his lips were on yours. If your legs weren't shaky enough before, they sure as hell were now. You clutched his shoulders even fiercer as his tongue darted past your parted lips. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as Gojo groaned against your mouth.

You could tell he was desperate for you by the way his hands came down to roam along your sides. His large palms squeezed your waist tightly before they trailed lower. Gojo hooked his hands underneath the back of your thighs before hoisting you up. Never once breaking the kiss.

Your mind flashed back to that heated moment you both shared in the elevator as your legs wrapped around his waist. You could feel the heat pooling in your core as Gojo's tongue swirled along yours. Your hands now found purchase in his snowy tufts of hair, grazing along his undercut.

"Fuck, princess. So good… so fucking good," Gojo mumbled in between kisses. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn't realized Gojo began taking long strides toward his bedroom. Only putting two and two together when the backs of your thighs hit the edge of his mattress.

"Satoru, I need more. Please!" You begged pathetically, too aroused to care about how desperate your plea was. But lucky for you, Gojo was just as desperate for you. His hands quickly found the waistband of your pants, tugging them down your legs in one tug. You let out a small gasp as his nimble digits worked on removing your shirt next, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

Gojo took a step back to admire your half-naked form. You watched as his icy gaze trailed up and down your body. "So beautiful, princess. I need you too- so fucking badly." He whispered as he wedged himself between your parted thighs.

Gojo cupped your face as he knelt slightly to capture your lips once more. Your hands began eagerly tugging at the waistband of his pants, urging them down his hips desperately. Once you pulled his slacks down over his thighs, your hand came up to cup his length from beneath his boxers.

"Ah! S-Shit, princess. Do that again- please." Gojo huffed against your lips. You experimentally palmed his hard length once more, reveling in the soft whines he let out against your lips. Gojo gently pushed you to rest flat against his mattress as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

You lost yourself in the pleasure of his mouth against yours, and the moment you felt his long fingers slide along the crotch of your panties, you moaned. "Fuck, you're so worked up for me, princess. Practically dripping through your cute little panties." Gojo smirked against your lips as the pad of his thumb found your clit through the flimsy garment.

"S-Satoru! Fuck- shut up! It's your fault I'm so worked up… so it's your responsibility to take care of this mess." You huffed, heating up with embarrassment as he began circling your clit through your panties with more pressure.

"Gladly, princess. Gladly. Now let me hear more of those pretty little noises, yeah? You can do that for me, right?" His voice was deep and teasing against your lips as he rubbed tight circles into clit with vigor. Your legs trembled beside you as your orgasm neared.

"Hah… I'm so glad we're doing this. Once we fuck this frustration out of our system, we can go back to normal." You huffed. Gojo's ministrations stopped the moment those words left your lips. He lifted himself off of you as he studied your expression intently.

"Satoru… why did you stop? I was so close!" You whined. Sitting up and tugging on his waist; in an attempt to get him to continue. He averted his gaze from yours as he slowly backed away. Gojo knelt to retrieve your clothing. He slowly began dressing you. Pulling your pants up your legs as he mumbled, "I'm sorry, princess. I hate to leave you hanging, but I don't think we should do this."

Embarrassment flooded your entire being as you shot up from his bed. You swiftly snatched your shirt out of his hands before tugging it over your head. "I don't fucking get you. You tell me that you like me, invite me over, and then leave me hanging? Was this all a part of your plan from the beginning?"

Your embarrassment mixed with frustration as you grilled him, crossing your arms over your chest as you awaited a response. Gojo let out a deep sigh as he pulled his slacks back up his lean legs. "No, princess. It's not like that at all. I just- I don't think you and I want the same things."

His response only left you with more questions than answers. "So you don't want me… in that way?" You shook your head in confusion, trying your hardest to understand.

"I do! Believe me, Y/N… I really fucking do. I think about it every day. But I want more than just sex from you…" Gojo sighed, slumping down to sit on his bed as he brought his hand up to ruffle through his hair.

Your eyebrows were knitted in concentration as you scored your bottom lip with your teeth. The wheels in your brain were turning as you recounted all the interactions you and Gojo shared throughout your time at Jujutsu High.

That's when it clicked for you. When Gojo said he liked you earlier today... he meant that more seriously than you initially thought.

"Satoru… so when you said you liked me, you meant-"

"Yes, Y/N. I want to be with you. I don't want to sleep with you just to get our frustrations out and then go back to how things have been between us. I want more than that. I want more of you."

His words made your heart rate speed up. All of this felt unreal, and Gojo's intense gaze boring through you only made you more nervous. Sure, you had wet dreams about your annoyingly sexy superior. But you never entertained the idea of being in a relationship with him.

Your mouth opened and shut a few times with no words actually escaping past your lips. You were completely at a loss for words, and you didn't know what you wanted. This was all so sudden.

"I… thank you for the wine, but I really should be going now. I'll see you tomorrow." You nearly fumbled over your words before you turned on your heel. Making a beeline toward the front door. You didn't fail to notice the look of hurt on Gojo's face before you turned your back on him.

You could hear his heavy footsteps as he caught up to you. "Hey, Y/n- just wait a second, would ya? Did I scare you off with what I said? What's with the sudden dismissive attitude?" He gently grasped your wrist, turning you to face him. Gojo looked stressed as he searched your expression for answers.

You averted your gaze, taking in a deep breath before you mumbled, "I need to think about all of this, I'm sorry. I… don't know what I want right now." Gojo's lips curved into a small frown as he released your wrist. He gave you a slow nod before grabbing the door for you. Seeing Gojo so distraught over this made you feel awful, but you needed time to ponder.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Gojo's voice was laced with regret as he watched you step out his door. You didn't dare to look at him as you hurriedly said, "See you tomorrow."

Did you just make the wrong decision?

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iovetecchou · 4 months

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sorry baby girls life have been busy but if you want to be tagged when i post the next part of my gojo fic (Love To Hate You / Hate To Love You) please comment or like this post!

#thanks for your patience #and happy holidays #ehe

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“Had enough already? ” ⚝

NSFW! - getting too cocky w jouno...

Contains - jouno being an ass, cocky/annoying reader. Spanking, no prep, jouno climaxing on you ;3

implied future relationship later on toward the end

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GN-READER(They/Them)

The prompt “Had enough?” being used over and over...

It was early in the morning in the morning, around 8a.m, you groan in your office, there is nothing to do at the moment. tacchou and teruko were out on some mission, while tachihara was spying on a different organisation, fukuchi was doing god knows what- whatever it was, he wasn't in the hunting dog's hq.

and that left you with one other person, the one who you'd poke fun at on a daily basically, the one and only 'society's evil', saigiku jouno. upon realization you couldn't help but smirk, finally, some action. You sighed and sprung off your office chair and started to rush out the door, and you look around to find jouno's office which was down the hall.

you're devilish smirk was unwavering as you skipped over to the man's closed office door, from inside the office door jouno wasn't dumb, he knew everyone else was elsewhere and so knowing you'd be the only one here caused the light haired man to groan into his palm listening to the familiar skippy footsteps.

you pryed the door open and jouno could only click his tongue against the roof of his mouth already feeling his blood boil at the presence of you, he never enjoyed having you around him.

“Jouno! What a lovely time to meet isn't it?” you crooned while peeking your head out from the door exhaling a breath and jouno spoke up, annoyance evident in his silky voice he said with deepening frown.

“No, please perish. I despise you.”

“Rude.” you huff out.

“Don't start.” jouno interrupted your annoying, giddy tone, he spun his office chair toward your direction not giving you time to respond, knowing you wouldn't listen anyway.

“If you have nothing useful to say, I suggest you escort yourself out the door y/n.”

his voice was filled with venom as he uttered your name. He wasn't having it, you were annoying to him already, even in missions you would always be distracted somehow. Weather it be a stray animal on the street or distracted during the damned fight.

What annoyed jouno further is that you would be the one complaining about "Oh! My back hurts!" "my muscles are so sore..." those words that kept filling his head only drove him further off the edge. You were insufferable.

“Eesh.. you're so harsh toward me Jouno, what? Did someone shove a stick up your ass?”

you snickered out, with all the thoughts running through jouno's headspace and him recalling all the times you've annoyed him, that one comment you uttered done it.

jouno stood up and stepped towards you're heartbeat, grabbing a fist full of your uniform collar with an annoyed smile which also practically screamed in anger.

“I've had enough, enough of you're behaviour, I've told you countless times to stop playing with fire. There are consequences Y/n.”

your eyes widened a bit at the sudden actions performed, you weren't scared, no. You were in fact thrilled. Finally, you've got on his last nerve, your smirk that disappeared earlier from the grab turned into a wide smirk.

“pfft.. Finally had enough huh? What's next? You'll bend be over a desk? Fuck my brains out?”

jouno gulped at you're confidence, he let out a deep sigh of clear annoyance before practically throwing you onto his desk just as you said, kicking the door shut right after.

“You're too cocky sometimes, you know that? Curse you.”

He muttered keeping you down onto the desk with his gloved palm behind your neck, you were about to speak up and reply with something snarky, but that was interrupted as jouno pressed against you causing your breath to audibly hitch.

You couldn't help but let out a stifled chuckle at the other's behaviour and sudden aggression, jouno could tell you were excited already, because of you're excruciatingly pounding heartbeat and knowing you, you were definitely more excited than scared.

“oh what's this? You've wanted this? I should've known I guess.”

jouno hissed out grasping the waistband of your uniform bottom's yanking them down along with your undergarments.

“hm.. Maybe I have been wanting this. Go on then, show me what you are made of, Saigiku.”

you narrowed your eyes playfully turning your head over a shoulder to get a glimpse of the man behind you, jouno's brow twitched as he stayed pressed against you. His smirk grew with a hint of rage.

and as his last name rolled off your tongue he rose his hand up delivering a hard spank on your exposed bottom, which caused you the gasp and jolt forward slightly as your head turned forward again.

Jouno, pleased by your reaction carefully caressed your already reddish bottom with a pleased smirk, rising his hand again and delivering another.

Spank !

“—AH! Jouno!” you gasped, the impact much harsher than the last, earning a pleased hum from the man behind you, barely able to contain his excitement, he brought down the hand that was on the back of your neck to your hip.

“Hm. Hurts doesn't it?” he uttered before delivering another spank on your red bottom, which you whimpered out in pain. You were so pathetic already which made jouno more excited, he was already half hard.

you groaned at the stinging sensation on your ass as your you dropped your head down panting slightly.

“What's wrong y/n... had enough?” Jouno mused, your words you said had bitten you back in the ass. You tensed up slightly heating up, hearing your own words you said earlier, being repeated. Noticing this jouno couldn't help but grin devilishly.

you only grumbled letting an arm dangle off the ledge of the desk, and your other arm on the desk clawing at it from the harsh sting, you shut your eyes in humiliation.

Until a decently loud thud hit the ground snapping you out of your trans, you listened to the familiar sound of unzipping, God, was this actually happening. Finally.

Jouno was already at your slightly drooly entrance, without a word he pushed into your new heat which made jouno let out a groan at the jaw dropping feeling. You let out a surprised whimper and your eyes went half lidded.

Taking this as encouragement he started to thrust himself in and half way out at a steady pace groaning and biting back some moans so you wouldn't make fun of him for it.

“hahh.. Fucking whore...” you managed out biting back a whimper as your head space practically faded to fog, to think you'd ever be in this position was terribly exciting and arousing, having the blind kink, so called "society's evil" buried balls deep inside you.

“J... Jouno... Fuck– hah... You're so big-” you managed which made jouno grin slightly as he leaned forward and over you hunching over you in a way, now bringing both his hands to your hips grasping them tightly, and locking you in place.

the grip on your hips were almost possessive, it was as if he was really putting you into your place, which you weren't complaining one bit to be honest.

“Fuck.. You.. You are tight... Shit- Y/n if you keep clenching like that, I don't think I'll last~” he exhaled out with a breathy chuckle which made you honestly bubble in arousal, jouno stayed buried deep inside for a good few seconds in your little exchange.

but it didn't last very long, jouno immediately started to thrust in and half way out of you with basically full force, in one point knocking the air out of you.

Your eyes half lidded and your eyes rolled back slightly as he thrusts with an unyielding pace, hasn't even been 10 minutes yet and you were already reaching your point of releasing.

Jouno could obviously sense this to how you're heart rate picked up with a spike. Jouno stayed slightly hunched over you and moved one of his hands to your face, cupping your jaw.

Some drool passed your lips as you were crying out, all a beautiful and whiny mess, tears peaked at your eyes from the amount of pleasure you felt from the actions.

“Your gonna cum aren't you...? Mhff fuck Y/n... You brat..!—” he huffed out as your heat was clenching around his cock which was throbbing harshly inside you, the stimulation made jouno slow his pace a bit.

“Had enough...? Haha.. Right back at ya Saigi- ah-!” you couldn't even finish your taunt as you bit back at him with the same words jouno copied from you earlier, jouno started up back the harsh and unholy pace.

“There is no way.. I'm letting you have the last word... Shit-! Ohh.. Fuck...” jouno whimpered out the last bit slightly, his heightened senses were a huge disadvantage in this heated encounter, with you and your heat clenching around his cock, it was hurling him over the edge.

You weren't far either, your words were interrupted by your own lewd moans and whimpers, begging and everything. You were not far from cumming either.

jouno kept up his harsh and unforgiving pace, and you couldn't bare it anymore, your eyes rolled back and sweat dewed down your forehead as you finally released and let go. Gushing all over the place basically.

Jouno let out a strained moan as he delivered three more snaps before releasing your jaw letting your head relax a bit, jouno leaned back straitening himself as he pulled out of you leaving you empty.

The light haired man hissed as he pulled out of the heat and he started to jerk himself off with a vicious pace, didn't take long until jouno shot his streams of thick load onto your bare ass, catching a small gasp of surprise out of your ruined and mindless state.

“Fuck.. Y/n... You brat... Hah.. Fucking slut...” he cursed out, sweat dripping down his neck as he let go of your hip with his other gloved hand.

You two regained yourselves panting for a good few seconds and you grinned sluggishly speaking up teasing jouno a bit.

“You say that as if you didn't want to moan more than me... Heck.. I was the one actually getting railed here, yet, you were the one moaning more..”

Jouno grunted zipping his fly back up as he retorted gritting his teeth a bit speaking in a mumbling tone .

“not that you've heard...”

“—cheater.. You bite them back... You would have sounded more whorey than me...”

You pout resting your elbows on jouno's desk with a pretty arch as you turn your head over your shoulder, jouno merely snickered at you're childish behavior.

“So, Saigiku.. What does this make us?” you smirk as the man behind you perked up slightly, caught off guard.

Meooow..... done <3

tags ; @jounosnumberoneslut @nikolaiismysugardaddy @iovetecchou @skyss-personal-hell

#FUCCCK FUCC UK FUCCCK #HATE FUCKING WITH JOUNO TOP TWIR #TOP TEIR**#im gonna lose my mind #LIKE #HELLO??#HIM KEEP ASKING IF THE READER HAD ENOUGH???#bye as fuck #need him to manhandle me like this too #and yeah what does this make the reader and jouno 👀👀#fwb possibly????#maybe more???? wink wink #chefs kiss #absolutely delicious

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iovetecchou · 4 months

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When I send these silly banners... Yk what that means....

NEW FIC!!! ><💕 💕 💕

Happy Christmas lady Q!!!!

NEW FIC‼️‼️ NEW FIC‼️‼️ omw to devour it right now 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

and merry christmas my darling <3 i hope you enjoy this holiday to the fullest!! 🥰❤️

#q is scheming #YAYAYAYAYYAY #FIC FIC FIC

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iovetecchou · 4 months

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Literally the mother of tecchou fics

🫂🫂🫂

please you are way too kind 😭🩷 thank you so much

#q is scheming #i hope to write for the loml soon

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iovetecchou · 4 months

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not normal about this in the slightest

#fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

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iovetecchou · 4 months

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⌜Love To Hate You ⧸ Hate To Love You⌟ 𓂃༞♡

༞ Gojo Satoru x Reader

༞ Contains...! enemies to lovers trope, implied hidden feelings, "princess" used as a nickname for the reader, a bit of nanami x reader in this part, bickering, banter, implied jealousy, suggestive, making out, groping, boners (lmao)

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,260 words.

༞ Part 2/? Part 1.

Gojo fucking Satoru.

Just what was that back there? Getting all serious on you out of the blue and kissing you like his life depended on it?

That jerk. It's as if Gojo's whole life purpose was to get on your nerves. Your mind recounted the embrace over and over, feeling hot from the mix of lust and rage coursing through your veins.

"Is... everything alright, Y/N?" Nanami cleared his throat. His voice pulled you from your stupor, eyes trailing to meet his. Nanami's gaze held concern from where he sat across you at the dinner table, making you feel inherently guilty.

But why did you feel so much guilt? It's not like you were the one who initiated the kiss! But you did welcome his embrace in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Plus, you couldn't stop thinking about how you wanted to do it again. Over and over until-

"Y-Yeah! Everything is fine. I just have a lot on my mind- that's all!" You stuttered. Your gaze shifted from his as you took a sip from your drink, mentally scolding yourself for worrying Nanami.

Nanami's expression told you that he didn't completely believe your half-assed excuse, but he would let it go- for now. "As long as you're alright, Y/N."

You nodded in agreement, letting out a small "Mhm!" before indulging in your meal. The restaurant your coworker brought you to was lovely, and so was his company. But your mind was too preoccupied with Gojo; and you hated yourself for it.

You drowned your thoughts out with the liquor that burned on the way down. Grabbing the reins on your mind and allowing yourself to enjoy the rest of the night. With absolutely no Gojo-shaped distractions.

You were right; the alcohol tremendously helped clear your mind. Your night with Nanami improved after you let loose, thoroughly getting to speak with him openly and unabashedly. He was a nice guy, a really nice guy.

Nanami offered to walk you home after dinner, not trusting you to find your way home safely- considering your current intoxicated state. You wobbled down the sidewalk, giggling to yourself when you missed your footing, and you could have sworn you heard a chuckle escape Nanami, too.

"This is me!" You giggled, turning on your heel a little too fast- making you stumble slightly.

"Woah, easy there." Nanami's strong hands gripped your shoulders, stopping you from falling on your face.

"Thanks for tonight, Nanami! I had a loooot of fun!" You snickered, moving your hands to grip his waist for added support.

You smiled up at him brightly, swaying from side to side. Nanami chuckled as he watched you rock back and forth. "It was my pleasure, Y/N. And please, call me Kento."

Your smile grew tenfold. You had only been at Jujutsu High for a couple of months, not having much luck making friends. Only enemies. So, to be on a first-name basis with Nanami reassured you that you were finally finding people you could rely on.

"Okaaay! Thank you, Kento!" Your hands squeezed his waist playfully, pulling a small grunt from Nanami. Just as you were about to turn toward your doorway- Nanami grasped your chin, locking onto your gaze as he brought his face down to your level.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Nanami whispered. He slowly brought his free hand down to your waist, pulling you in close. Before you could question the sudden proximity, Nanami's lips were on yours. The kiss was chaste and gentle. Gone- before you could even process it fully.

With that, his warm hands withdrew from your face and waist. Nanami gave you a gentle smile before turning on his heel and disappearing down the street without another word. That kiss certainly sobered you up in an instant. You were left standing outside your doorway dumbfounded.

Holy shit, Gojo was right! This totally was a date.

You were early to work the next day, desperately trying to avoid your coworkers on the way in. More specifically, Nanami and Gojo.

Yesterday felt like some fever dream; days ago, you hated Gojo. Now, you weren't so sure. After the heated makeout session in the elevator, all you could think about was him.

But Nanami kissing you so sweetly after your 'Date' yesterday only brought you more disarray. Ah, you really were in a world of trouble.

You got a head start on the lesson plan for tomorrow as Gojo stumbled through the door. You couldn't help but gaze up at him from the sudden commotion he caused. You flinched slightly when he dropped his coffee mug atop his desk with a loud thud.

"Mornin' princess, how was your date last night?" And just like that, he was back to normal.

You scoffed, ignoring him entirely. But Gojo didn't seem to like your reaction, not one bit. He took long strides toward your desk, hoisting himself up and making himself comfortable. Some of your papers flew to the floor when he sat down, causing your blood to boil.

"Aww, giving me the silent treatment, huh? I'm truly hurt, princess." Gojo quipped, messing with the pens you had resting atop your desk.

"Shut up, you're distracting me." You huffed, going back to preparing for tomorrow's lesson.

Gojo had a prominent pout on his face as he stood up, walking around your desk and kneeling to your level. He swiveled your rolly chair around until you were forced to face him. Gojo's strong hands were only inches away from the outside of your thighs as he kept you in place.

"You can't ignore me forever, you know! So, tell me, princess... how was the date with your prince charming?" The smirk plastered on his face annoyed the ever-loving shit out of you.

"It was wonderful if you really want to know. Now, can you leave me alone? Some of us actually have work to do here." You rolled your eyes, attempting to spin your chair back toward your papers- but to no avail.

"Did he kiss you?" Gojo's voice became rigid, and you could feel the pads of his thumbs grazing your thighs ever so slightly.

You averted your gaze from his annoyingly perfect face. Bringing your hands into your lap and balling them into fists. Focusing all of your attention on them. "...Even if he did, it's none of your business."

Gojo's large palms twitched by the sides of your thighs. You could hear him inhale a sharp breath before he whispered, "So he did kiss you?"

His skillful digits trailed higher up the stretch of your thighs, dragging your gaze back to his face. A frown plastered over his countenance, and you could tell his eyebrows were knitted in frustration from beyond his blindfold.

"Yes..." You admitted, feeling hot under his touch. The more his slender digits danced along the hemline of your skirt, the more your mind wandered.

You watched as Gojo let out a breath he was unconsciously holding before he leaned in closer, bringing his face only centimeters from yours. "Did he kiss you better than I did?"

His question stole all the air from your lungs. You tried to close your eyes to regain your composure. The feeling of his minty breath tickling your cheek was impossibly distracting. Not to mention the intoxicating smell of his cologne invading your senses.

His large palms spread flat against the tops of your thighs, nimble digits now caressing your legs. Gojo's hands were warm, intensifying the burning heat coursing through your veins. You took in a shaky breath before you admitted, "No..."

You could feel his lips tug into a smile from how close his face was to yours. But you didn't dare to open your eyes. If you did, you knew the embarrassment you felt would swallow you whole. The last thing you needed to see staring back at you was Gojo's smug grin that reeked of "I always win."

"No? No... what? I'm sorry princess, but you're gonna have to spell it out for me."

That fucker. He really wanted to hear you say that he's a good kisser- out loud?! How arrogant. You swore if it wasn't for your inquisitive desire to make out with him again until the sun came up; you would have kneed him in the dick by now.

"You... kissing you was... amazing. There, happy now, prick?" You bit your lip in frustration, still refusing to peel your eyelids open. You were going to get him back for this. Gojo wasn't getting the last laugh this time.

His deep chuckle resounded through the empty classroom, causing you to jolt in your seat. Your eyelids fluttered open on instinct. He was close, too close, and his deft digits inching between your inner thighs from under your skirt sent a searing heat to your core. Fuck.

"Atta girl, princess. That wasn't so hard, now was it? And it's Satoru to you, not prick... yeah?" His honey-coated voice was your breaking point. You couldn't deny your desires any longer, no matter how wrong you knew this was.

Your hands wasted no time cupping his stupidly perfect face. It didn't take much to pull Gojo's lips to yours; considering the proximity. He gladly kissed you back with vigor, skillful tongue swiping against your bottom lip. You gasped at the sudden boldness of his action, allowing Gojo to slip his talented appendage into your mouth.

He groaned against your lips as his hands spread your legs further apart. The spot where he knelt before you gave him easy access to slot himself between your parted thighs. Your eyes rolled back into your head the moment you felt his digits tugging at the waistband of your panties from beneath your skirt.

You ran your fingertips along his undercut as he ravished you. You were heating up, and you were sure Gojo could feel the wet spot you made at the crotch of your panties by now. But you couldn't care less. You needed him. All of him. How annoying! Ugh, he really is a pain in the ass.

Just as he was about to pull your panties down, the morning announcement mic check echoed through the classroom. You jerked back from the loud boom emitting through the muffled speakers, suddenly becoming all too aware of the situation.

Were you really about to let Gojo- the perpetual headache Satoru Gojo, slide your panties down and take you right here- in the middle of your shared classroom?! God, you needed to get a grip. What happened to achieving the last laugh? This was totally not what getting the last laugh entailed.

You pushed Gojo away from you before smoothing your skirt back in place. Still mentally scolding yourself for nearly banging your pest where anyone could have walked in and caught you. Gojo looked a bit disheveled as he stood upright. Heat coursed through you once more as you watched him adjust the uncomfortable tent in his pants.

Did he really get that worked up from making out with you- again? Gojo must have been putting up a front with this whole 'player' act. No fuck boy would get hard from a little bit of kissing. Perhaps there was more to Gojo than he let on. I mean, you did assume he hated you all this time. But you found out rather quickly; Gojo disliking you couldn't have been further from the truth.

Fuck, he was so confusing. But something inside you felt intrigued to know more about him. You wanted to pick his brain and find out who exactly the real "Satoru Gojo" was.

"Ah... saved by the bell huh, princess?" Gojo quipped before striding back toward his desk. Not once did his gaze leave your path. You could feel his eyes on you, even with the blindfold obstructing your view from his crystal blue orbs.

"S-Shut it, Goj-"

"Satoru, princess. Say my name."

That's right, you almost forgot in the heat of the moment that Gojo told you to call him by his first name. For some reason that made you feel... elated. Could it be that Gojo was developing a soft spot for you?

"Shut it, S-Satoru! And no more making out in the classroom, you got that?" You averted your gaze back to your long-forgotten syllabus, cursing yourself for stammering on his name.

"So does that mean we can make out in places other than the classroom?" Gojo's voice was laced with confidence. He was trying to get under your skin- and you knew it.

You remained silent. Hoping that if you ignored Gojo for long enough, he would drop the teasing for now.

"Princess- look, let me start over. I like you... and I want us to stop this little hating each other gimmick." You slowly lifted your head to gaze over at him. His face read of nothing else but sincerity before he continued. "Why don't you come to my place after work? I'll make us dinner and you can crack open the fanciest wine I own. How's that sound, princess?"

You giggled a little at his last words. How did he know that you often fantasized about raiding his expensive liquor cabinet that you saw once or twice at monotonous mandatory staff gatherings?

You contemplated the idea for a moment. This could be your chance to finally better understand your endless migraine of a Superior. Plus, he would be cooking you dinner- and letting you drink his fine wine.

Ah, fuck it.

"Alright. I'm in, Satoru. But you better be on your best behavior.

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Would Tecchou be caught jerking off ,,, would he risk jerking off in the next room even if jouno's in the other room??? WOULD HE???? What would happen if he found out about Tecchou..,. Which is bound to happen but... Mhrhrrppp

Sorry it's 4am thoughts, also HAVE A HAPPY CHRISTMAS MAKE SURE YOU STAY WARM AND COZY OR ELELSE....

– 🪐 annon

OH MY GOD…. whew….

let’s be real, tecchou would be caught jerking off nearly always by jouno, especially with his heightened sense of hearing and smell plus, tecchou strikes me as the type of guy to say “what? it’s a form of stress relief. i don’t see the shame in it. masturbation is common.” followed by jouno saying something like “tecchou, you’re an idiot.” with a prominent tent in his pants (;

also NEVER be sorry, i thrive off of 4am thoughts like these ehe <3 and you are too kind, thank you nonnie!! i hope you enjoy your holiday to the fullest, please stay safe and take care <3

#q is scheming #🪐 anon #tecchou is so himbo coded #bark bark bark bark bark

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⌜Love To Hate You ⧸ Hate To Love You⌟ 𓂃༞♡

༞ Gojo Satoru x Reader

༞ Contains...! enemies to lovers trope, implied hidden feelings, brief mention of suggestive dreams, "princess" used as a nickname for the reader, bickering, banter, implied jealousy, suggestive, making out, groping, boners (lmao)

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,329 words.

༞ Part 1/? Part 2.

Satoru Gojo was a real thorn in your side. Ever since you started at Jujutsu High as a teacher for the first-year students your superior- Satoru Gojo, has brought you nothing but headaches.

You were an aid for his class. Principal Yaga thought Gojo needed an extra hand with keeping the students on task. Your superior had a nasty habit of having last-minute field trips with his students when he didn't particularly feel like teaching. Which... was nearly every day.

You admit you had high hopes before you met "The Satoru Gojo". Putting on your brightest smile as you introduced yourself to him for the very first time. You even bought him Zunda as a peace offering, hoping it would smooth over well with the one and only.

But alas, he ignored you.

Completely.

He swiftly took the bag of goodies from your hand before perching himself atop his desk. Gojo swung his legs in a child-like manner as he began stuffing his annoyingly gorgeous face with your peace offering. Your jaw hung agape as you watched him do as he pleased. Not having a single ounce of respect for you.

If his actions didn't prove it enough, his following words solidified it.

"Let's get one thing straight, princess. I am in charge here, so don't make yourself too comfortable."

"Princess..?!"

From that day forward, things were... rocky between the two of you.

He would step on your toes, sometimes quite literally; just to tick you off. Gojo spoke over you, correcting you mid-sentence when you were teaching the students. He would show up late every morning, leaving you to cover for his ass when Principal Yaga made his rounds. Among many other pesky things that would take you hours to list.

Gojo was infuriating. Everything he did made your blood boil. But, with all that being said... why was it that he plagued your dreams each night?

You cursed his name each morning when you woke up from a heated dream where Gojo was the star of it. He was obnoxious, loud, arrogant and cocky. So why was it that your deepest desires; even in your subconscious mind, revolved around him?

I guess the saying is true... don't hate someone too much, It might bloom into love.

But alas, you acted like those dreams were nothing but a nuisance. Facing Gojo each morning with indifference. Pretending like he didn't plague your dreams was a cakewalk, and you would guard your dirty little secret like your life depended on it.

"Rough night, princess? You look like a total wreck!" Gojo quipped. He offered you a shit-eating grin as he swung his long legs up, crossing them atop his desk. Not having a care in the world for the papers that cascaded to the floor from his sudden action.

"Speak for yourself. Smells like you've been wearing that uniform for three days now." You sighed, placing your bag atop your desk before you took your seat.

"I've been wearing this uniform for five days actually, if we're keeping count." Gojo snickered, fiddling his pen between his long fingers with ease.

"That's repulsive, Gojo." Your face crinkled in disgust as you paid him no mind. All your focus shifting toward the ungraded papers on your desk.

"I was joking, princess! You don't actually believe I'm that filthy- do you?!" He chuckled once more before his attention was brought to the door by the sound of a stern knock.

"Nanami! Whatcha doin' here?" Gojo chimed, unmoving from his lax spot.

Nanami cleared his throat before striding toward your desk, completely ignoring Gojo. You sat up from your chair to greet Nanami with a small smile.

"Good morning, Nanami!" You spoke softly. You got a small glimpse of Gojo from behind Nanami's large frame as he pretended to gag himself with a pen from your gentle tone. You scowled before Nanami's words pulled you from your offense.

"Morning, Y/N. I've been meaning to ask- would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? You've been working hard these past few months since you started here, and I'd be more than happy to treat you out."

Nanami offered you a tight-lipped smile. You felt coy from his generous offer, stammering out your quick response. "Of course, I would love to! That's so kind of you, Nanami."

Your smile was wide as your eyes averted from Nanami's striking gaze. "It's the new place that opened up in town a few weeks ago. Meet me there when you finish up here for the day. I'll be patiently waiting for you."

With that, Nanami took his leave. He spared one last glance at you from the doorway before descending the hall. Gojo was now sitting upright. You could feel his gaze on you even past the blindfold. "Looks like someone's got a hot date tonight." He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes at your superior's childish musings. "It's not a date! Nanami is just being friendly. Quit assuming that, it's weird."

You went back to grading your student's papers. The thought of this night actually being a date with Nanami now plagued your brain.

"It's totally a date," Gojo muttered under his breath as his palm rested on the side of his cheek, supporting his head.

"So what if it is? Why does it matter so much to you anyway?" You snapped. Your head shot up as you now glared at him furiously. It was only eight in the morning, and he was already getting on your nerves.

Gojo stood, turning away from you. He began writing today's lesson on the chalkboard, not daring to answer either of your questions. His reaction took you off guard for sure. Gojo always had to have the last word, so why was he clamming up on you now?

You didn't have the chance to ask him again before your students began rushing into the classroom. You figured you would drop it anyway. Focusing on class today was more important.

The day zipped by like every other, and Yuuji was the last to leave as usual. Waving goodbye with his sunny smile that you cherished. You finished up the last of your paperwork for the day before checking the clock, that hung above Gojo's desk. It was getting late. Maybe if you left now, you would have some time to change before meeting Nanami.

"Let me drive you home." Gojo's voice pulled you from your train of thought as you pulled your coat on and slung your bag over your shoulder.

"I'd much rather take the train." You sighed, making your way to the door. "Turn off all the lights and lock the door this time! Principal Yaga will have both of our asses if you don't."

You descended toward the elevator, not caring to say goodbye to your perpetual pain-in-the-ass superior. You began planning out an outfit in your mind, overthinking if you should go casual or not. But just as you were about to press the ground floor button, Gojo snaked through. He offered you a sly grin before slotting himself behind you. He reached over you, taking the liberty of pressing the button.

"I'll admit, I'm a little hurt you didn't wave goodbye to me, princess." His breath tickled the shell of your ear from where he leaned forward slightly behind you. You felt a chill run down your spine from the proximity, whipping around to face him before shoving him back slightly. Having him invade your senses like that was dangerous.

"Don't be a baby. You know I have plans tonight." You glared daggers into the tall man standing before you. Tapping your foot in annoyance the more he tested your patience.

"Plans, huh? Don't you mean your hot date with the charming Nanami? What a dashing prince he is, perfectly suitable for a princess like you."

"You're a weirdo- and stop it with that nickname. I don't like it." You huffed. Crossing your arms over your chest, still glaring at his annoyingly perfect face.

"Oh, but calling you princess is the best part of my day. You know why?" Gojo trailed off, stepping closer to you. You could feel his intense gaze on you even past his blindfold as his chest came flush against yours. Your arms going limp at your sides.

"...Why?" You genuinely were curious, but your response only seemed to make Gojo's grin widen.

"Because watching you pretend that you hate it when you secretly love it is entertaining, princess."

Your blood boiled at his response, and you could feel yourself heating up inside and out. You brought your hands up to beat on his chest, but he grabbed your fists before you had a chance. Gojo pulled your balled-up fists closer to his chest, holding them tightly.

Before you could process it, Gojo took both of your fists between one of his large palms. His other hand pressed a tricky button on the elevator, causing the whole contraption to stop.

"Gojo- what the hell did you do that for?!" You were furious at this point. Trying with all your might to free your hands from his grasp, but to no avail.

"Princess, what are we doing?" His voice lowered an octave, seeming more serious than you've ever seen him before.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, still attempting to free your hands.

"Us, I'm talking about us. I'm tired of playing this game." Gojo spoke calmly, bringing his face even closer to yours.

"You mean us hating each other?" You scoff, trying to avert your gaze from his face. The proximity was causing you to feel butterflies, which you couldn't help but internally scold yourself for.

"Do you really hate me, princess?" Gojo sounded almost sad when he uttered those words, pulling your gaze right back to his annoyingly handsome face.

You stammered for a moment. Shaking your head in confusion before you whispered, "N-No, I mean... I don't know. Do you hate me?" You weren't sure what compelled you to ask him those four little words. But they were out in the open, no taking it back now.

Before you could process it, Gojo closed the small distance between you both. His lips gently brushed over yours as he finally released your hands from his grasp. Expirementally, his lips captured yours. Gojo's large palms came down to smooth over your sides as he deepened the kiss.

Your eyes were blown wide from the sudden affection coming from the man who plagued your dreams and tormented your days. But you couldn't deny that it felt good, that kissing him felt right. Gojo gasped against your lips as your hands came up to tug at his snowy tufts of hair.

This gave Gojo the confidence to trail his hands lower. His palms caressed the sides of your thighs before hoisting you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist. "Hah..." You let out a small whine as your back collided with the elevator wall.

"Oh my god..." Gojo groaned deeply, letting his kisses trail down your jaw and to your neck.

"W-What...?" You mindlessly questioned as you threw your head back. Completely lost in the pleasurable feeling of Gojo marking up your neck.

"That sound you just made. So heavenly, princess." Heat pooled in your core from his honest confession. Knowing your muffled whine had such an effect on him caused pride to flood your chest.

His slender fingers felt so hot against the fat of your ass as he kneaded the flesh with fervor. His pelvis was flush against yours, and you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his crotch pressing against yours. All of your fantasies were finally coming to fruition. If it wasn't for how real this all felt, you would have assumed this was just another one of your dreams.

"Hey, you guys okay in there?"

A gruff voice coming from the intercom built into the elevator pulled a gasp from your lips. You hurriedly pushed Gojo away as you found your footing. "Yeah, all good in here. Sorry! Must have pressed the wrong button."

Gojo lied through his teeth as he swiftly pressed a button, putting the elevator back in motion. You could hardly look at him as you adjusted your uniform, trying to fix your disheveled state.

"Did that answer your question, princess?" Gojo's words caused more heat to swirl in your tummy.

Oh, it answered your question alright. It's safe to say his little show of affection did more than just answer it.

You zipped right past him the moment the elevator stopped at the ground floor. You felt too embarrassed to say anything more at that moment. But more than that, really. You felt as if you didn't leave now; you wouldn't have been able to resist him.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you stormed out of the school building and toward the train station. How were you supposed to face Nanami after this? Especially if he thought this was a date. Gojo was a real prick for planting that seed in your head and then kissing you fervently the same day.

As your mind ran rampant, Gojo still lingered in the elevator. He slumped to the floor the second his back hit the wall. His slender digits caressed his lips. He could still feel the warmth of your skin against his plush mouth. His heart pounded in his chest, as he recounted every detail of what transpired only moments ago. Not helping to alleviate the painful tent in his pants in the slightest.

All Gojo could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss you again, to make you his and his alone. After finally getting a taste of you, there was no way in hell he would give you up now. Gojo was determined to win you over. No matter what it would take.

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