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— A GOOD DEED | GOJO SATORU

MDNI | nsfw drabble, jealous roommate satoru, no curses au, mentions of body hair (shaving, trimming), female oral receiving, porn with plot, slight marking, use of “princess,” satoru is obsessed with his roommate, unfinished draft. | 2.3k |

AN | ive had this lurking in my drafts for way too long so i thought i’d clear it <3

You were so annoying, not annoying in the same way Gojo was, but almost worse, or so he thought. He was utterly obsessed with you and not in the way most guys eventually found themselves with their pretty female roommate, but in the, if Gojo could fix any problem you faced, he would, no questions asked.

In the way he noticed his best friend was with the people he cared about, how Geto always asks his girls or his friends, “Have you eaten? Do you want to eat? Are you stressed right now?” Frowning and almost pouting, as he tenderly asks, “Are they working you too hard? Is it too hard on you?”

It was also eerily similar to Nanami’s unflinching nature, firm and unyielding whenever he insisted he could take on whatever job was plaguing his juniors. Gojo often found himself in the same boat; he couldn’t admit it without smirking, but he loved to help. He loved to fix. He had a weird little rule where he challenged himself to six good deeds a day; six was his lucky number, and he liked the fuzzy feeling he got whenever he did something nice for someone.

But that’s why you were so infuriating. You never let him do a thing. It drove him crazy. He hated it because he wanted you to take up space, but he was also Gojo fucking Satoru, and he wanted to run you ragged with your own game.

Any day now.

Not to mention he had one deed left, and he knew you have a date tonight.

His first deed of the day was tugging you out of bed by your ankle. After the fifth alarm rattling so loudly from your room had made his teeth ache, he’d decided to use his first deed.

His fifth was sending Megumi a large sum of money, which he called a contribution to “the fun fund.” Megumi was over studying veterinary medicine in Musashino, but he simply wanted him to indulge in some student life whilst he buried himself in the books.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he watched Megumi’s messages ping and then stack on his lock screen one by one. He was parked in front of the house, admiring the hot pink beams of colour embracing the horizon of the neighbourhood. It looked like summer, but the crisp air reminded him of the sweet calls of fall.

Toasted marshmallows, candy apples, pumpkins, and the fireplace crackling as some Christmas classic played on the tv. All with you.

He glanced in his rearview at your car parked snugly behind him; knowing you were already home sent excitement shooting through him like caffeine. In hurried yet swift movements, he’d already stepped out of the driver's seat, thrusting the keys into the door and turning it.

The scent of you clung to the air and filled the air with warmth, and it was unmistakably you. Even if he was at work, he could place it in the elevator, by the vending machine, wherever you went, you left a mark.

But here’s the thing: You weren’t infuriating just because you’d kicked your work shoes off beside the welcome mat without lining them up. Or because walking down the corridor felt like walking into a sauna from how scalding you’d had your shower, nor the noises of you humming and singing along to the energetic music you were playing to get ready to, it was something else entirely that Gojo struggled to put his finger on.

Your bedroom door had been swung open as you sang along in your bathroom, so he walked in, his steps slow and gentle as he wandered toward the display of your bed. A little black dress with blue lace panties laid out as if the dress was wearing them. He surmised that because a bra was missing, it meant you weren’t wearing one.

An emotion hit him so square in the gut that his teeth clenched as your music rang out into the corridor. He walked a little down the hall, and there you were, bathroom door ajar, in a silky little robe, earrings in, blinking your lashes into the thick curled wand of your mascara.

You looked beautiful, and you smelt like heaven. Whatever butters and oils you slathered your skin in after you’d showered lingered in the house and smelt just like sweet icing.

Your face lit up as you saw him coaxing open the door. “Heyy, you!”

He lingered at the door first, looking at every part of you. He was shameless about it too, until you laughed nervously and broke the tension, “Been a while for you or something? Here I thought you and Sugu jacked each other off sometimes.”

He chuckled, finally breaking his eyes away from your lips, “Not since college!”

You swallowed as he sauntered in, hands slotted in his pockets, his height alone swallowing you up before he finally sat on the edge of your bath, looking up at you in awe. “Going out with Shoko or something?” he asked, pretending to care about the notifications he was swiping away on his watch.

“No, I have a date…” You stood on your tiptoes as you swiped the mascara off of your eyelids with a cotton swab, “Remember? That guy I’ve been talking to?”

Gojo’s eyes wandered up and down the backs of your thighs. They glistened under the lights of the bathroom with whatever lotion you’d applied. The sight made his fists clench at his side. With his mouth dry, he blinked as he said, “Oh? Hmm…think I remember. The guy that still lives with his mom, right?”

You snorted, tapping at your speaker to turn down your music. You turned to him, “And you live with me. How many girls have liked that, huh?”

“I want you here,” he said simply, “Humans aren’t meant to be alone, you know? You save on rent in the city, and I get to have you here.”

You laughed sweetly, the tension leaving the air as you turned your music back up. “I don’t know who’s getting the better deal here, hm?”

“Watching you doll yourself up is plenty of fun for me,” he hummed, folding his arms and leaning back, taking you in as you fluttered a brush across your cheekbones.

“Oh? Is it? Which part?”

You checked the time and then furrowed your brow a little, quickly moving on to your hair. He smiled at the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, turning your face this way and that to catch the way your hair was framing your face. It was as if you didn’t know what suited you, but Gojo felt like every single thing you tried was perfect. “All of it,” he said, his voice impossibly low as he ran his fingers over his undercut.

You smiled at his answer, ignoring the way it made your heart race.

“Well good.” Your swift movements made his heart thud, the lantern sleeves of your robe swishing over your wrists and falling down your forearms so you looked like an angel blessing his vision.

He crossed his legs together, blue eyes never tearing from you, he was watching so closely he noticed your robe tug loose. The silken belt giving out within its loops and then ballooning down to your sides.

He held his breath as you leaned forward to change the song, the silk hitching open and revealing the soft slithers of your breasts. He inhaled a deep breath and turned just slightly away for a second. He should tell you, but he won’t. Not when you’re so focused, right?

“Where’s he taking you?”

The bite in his question makes you internally flinch.

“He said it was a surprise.”

He scoffed, “A surprise, or is he gonna drop you a pin to a restaurant downtown?”

You gave up on your hair, but Gojo didn’t mind because he liked it like that. A little messy and all glossy from whatever you always used. You turned to him with an unreadable expression, hand on one hip as you regarded him, “What do you want me to do? The only true gentlemen left are like…Kento.”

He shrugged, fighting everything to keep looking at your done-up face, ignoring the silk of your robe that was now splitting open with velocity. He eyed the bottle and then the glass of champagne beside your makeup bag. It must not have been your first glass because you weren’t noticing.

He wondered if you were drinking to ease any nerves and found himself growing all the more prickly.

He hummed thoughtfully. “If I was taking you out, I’d take you to Miguel’s Michelin star to get some real food. Get the best seat in the house,” his thumb stroked his chin in mock thought. “Have us driven, perhaps?”

“Well, you’re not,” you tripped on your words and then instinctively reached out for your glass to swig the last of its contents.

“As if you’re such a gentleman, huh?”

He returned your snark ten fold. “Oh, me, no? That’s why I’ve not told you that your robe’s coming undone.”

You looked down, your robe a deep v exposing your centre but still covering everything important. You kept your eyes locked but lifted your chin in feigned triumph, “It’s supposed to be this way.”

“Oh? My bad,” he said, standing suddenly, making you freeze at the movement. Time seemed to slow as he closed the distance between you both, his hands closing over yours. The heat of his skin on yours made all your hurry to be ready dissipate. It was as if he stopped time just by making contact with you.

“Oh you look nervous, princess.” He sighed, “Got nothing underneath or something?”

You shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze, finding your eyes fixed on the crisp shirt tucked into his tailored black pants. He must have already taken off his suit jacket, you thought. “Then why does it matter if it opens?”

“I’m gonna be late,” you weakly offered as he trailed his finger down the side of your neck. He tutted, grinning at the way your lip quivered.

“Just sayin’ this guy should be on his knees. He’s lucky he even gets a date with you,” he hummed, running his thumb across your collarbone. “Shall I show you how?”

You only managed to lick your lips, feeling a heat pool in your core as he lowered himself slowly. He hissed something in Japanese as he slid his palm up and down the side of your thigh, peering up at you with curious eyes, gauging your every reaction.

He took your waist and suddenly pushed you up against the wall, hooking your thigh over his shoulder. You grabbed onto him, making him laugh as he kissed your knee, one hand firmly on your waist. “You’re not gonna fall, sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?”

He grinned up at you, running his hand up and down your calf as he avoided your question, “Oof. Shaved your legs, huh?”

You could feel every single part of your body heat, “I’m wearing a dress, so.” You pushed your robe between your legs, trying to hide that you were wearing nothing underneath.

He toyed with the belt of your robe, tugging easily at the end of the bow until it fell open. Your pubic hair was trimmed and neat, and the sight made Gojo’s cock harden.

“Mm, cute,” he whispered, running his thumb over your cunt until he brushed your clit. You whined into your palm, eyes fluttering shut. “So, what are you gonna let me do with you?” he drawled, his voice so seductive it made your ears burn.

“Nothing,” you stammered, but he watched your pussy twitch before his eyes, slick pooling out of you. “I’ve got a date and I’ve got high hopes for this one.”

“Oh? Is that why you gave yourself this cute little haircut?” He threw back his head and laughed, “I don't think he deserves to see this. But I do.”

“You shouldn’t be seeing it.” You whimpered as he used his thumb to drag your slick all over, “Satoru. Don’t make a mess. I just showered.”

“Nuh uh. You’re making the mess, baby.” He clutched your hip harder, painting your arousal all over with all four of his fingers.

You moaned as he smeared your juices all over, “How are you gonna show Mr. Loser now?” He leaned forward, his breath against your sex as he kissed along the crease of your inner thigh, latching his mouth there. He sucked so hard you bucked your hips forward and when he pulled away, a dark stamp of his mouth was left, blooming and bruised.

“Satoru!” you groaned.

“Because I’m such a gentleman, I’ll clean you up, yeah? Least I can do.”

“D-don’t!”

He grinned, “Oh? Here, I thought you were running late.” He glanced purposely at the slick dripping down your inner thigh. He swiped it and sucked, “Think of it as my last good deed for the day.”

You eagerly nodded, almost shrieking as he lurched forward and took your clit into his mouth. He suckled it between his lips, flicking his tongue up and down until your legs shook. You grasped onto his hair as he buried his face into you with loud slurps and groans. He hummed with every sound you made, and in minutes, you were climaxing into his mouth, gushing and making even more mess. “So perfect, baby.”

He went back in, holding your clit captive in his mouth until you forcibly shoved him away. He stood, smirking at you as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Oop, he’s calling. Better get to that date.”

He left you, walking out as if he’d not just given you the best orgasm you’d ever had. You were barely able to stand as you scrambled to answer the phone. You debated still going, because you didn’t know how you would face Gojo now.

When you joined him in the living room, he was reclined back, arms supporting his head as he watched a movie, throwing candy into his mouth every few seconds. He looked like he’d just taken a load off, like eating your cunt like it was his last meal had somehow revitalised him.

#divider creds: @dvluc <3 #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #biggest munch of the jjk men im telling u <3

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