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fyodorloveclub · 7 months

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SEVEN POINTS

✓ pairing: professor!gojo x student! afab reader

✓ cw: dubcon - abuse of power (student/teacher), risky places (someone almost walks in), vaginal sex, oral (m & f receiving), fem pet names (good girl, pretty girl), reader referred to as a whore, slight dumbification, gojo is fake and manipulative, reader is eager to mf please

✓ notes: trying to fight my writers block by writing gojo for the first time!! dividers by @benkeibear !

✓ wc: 3.2k

summary: after allegedly failing your midterm exam, your favorite professor gives you seven chances to make it up to him.

Should I even be here? you thought to yourself as you stood pathetically outside the door of your literature professor’s office, hand trembling as It remained only inches from his door. You had frozen mid-knock, scared of the conversation that was to ensue once it opened.

But luckily, you ended up not having to knock. The heavy mahogany door creaked as your professor pulled it open, a goofy grin on his face.

“Hey!” he greeted, waving you into his office. “Come on in.”

You followed him reluctantly inside, sitting politely in the chair across from his desk. In contrast, your professor fell dramatically back into his own chair with a sigh before kicking his feet up on the desk.

“Why’re you lookin’ so sad, kid?” he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Y-your email…” you attempted to explain, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“Oh, that old thing?” he scoffed. “I just have to sound all professional for when the admins inevitably audit me.”

You only nodded slowly, letting out a hesitant laugh. “Right…”

Despite the apparently fake tone, it was an email that had struck fear into your heart.

Hello, it began. Your poor performance on our most recent midterm has me concerned for your overall performance in my course.

Professor Gojo had always been that happy-go-lucky professor that every student loved and fought each other for a space in one of his classes. He was funny, charming, and very attractive, making him very popular amongst the entire student population – not just women. And he had always been very nice to you, even maybe paying a little extra attention to you than the others in the course. Praising you for your immaculately written papers and well-spoken contributions to class discussions was not uncommon, and even had other students scowling in your direction. So, it was nothing short of jarring to receive something like that from him – poor performance?

“I-I can’t believe I failed my midterm, Professor Goj-”

“Call me Satoru,” he interjected, making you jump.

“I’m so sorry I failed my midterm… Satoru.” The name felt foreign and inappropriate on your tongue, but you didn’t want to disappoint him even more.

“ ‘s really no big deal, kid,” he sighed, waving his hand. The sleek wingtip shoes he wore edged closer and closer to knocking off a tall stack of precariously placed papers on his desk. He was kind of a mess sometimes.

“I just- I just really felt confident in it,” you shook your head, mostly talking to yourself. Hours of research, draft making, and revisions went into your midterm paper, to a point where you had actually felt proud to put your name on it, smiling a bit as you finally pressed submit.

“Just… wasn’t what I was looking for,” he shrugged, bringing his feet back down to the ground with a thud. “Though, I wanted to meet to discuss potential ways for you to make up the points. I’d hate for you to get anything less than an A in this course.”

“Really?” you gasped, leaning forward in your chair towards him. “I’ll do anything!”

His expression suddenly darkened at that, gaze boring holes through your skull. No response to your words was given – instead, he stood up from his desk and walked slowly towards the door, hands clasped behind his back. A shiver ran down your spine as you hear the lock click, Satoru turning around to face you again. His entire demeanor had wholly changed, the charming goofiness replaced by a dark, unsettling aura that permeated the room.

“Profe- Satoru? What’s going on?” Surely not…

Leaning against the door, he crossed his arms and ankles. “When you say ‘anything’, kid, do you really mean… anything?”

“I don’t understand…” you replied dumbly, eyes wide.

Satoru only laughed briefly. “You understand well. I know because you’re a smart girl.”

Eyes trailing downward, you noticed a slight tent in his pants that he made no effort to conceal - an undeniable confirmation of his advances.

It was an objective fact that you needed to ace this class in order to maintain your current perfect academic standing, and a failed midterm made that impossible. If rectifying that meant fucking your sexy professor, then… fuck it.

“When I say anything, I mean anything.”

A sinister grin spread across Satoru’s face as he made his way back towards you. “That’s my good girl.”

Sitting back in his desk chair with an ankle resting on his knee, he stared at you with the hunger of a man starved.

“There is a points system to this, darling. I am not so easy as to just fuck and give you an A. Any student can do that. But I know you’re special,” he explained, eyes glinting and smirk lingering. “This also allows for us to go as far as you’re comfortable, while also still garnering some extra credit. Would you like for me to continue?”

You gulped. “Sure.”

“One point, you remove your top and bra - bare breasts must be visible. Two points, I touch your breasts. Three points, you remove your panties… but keep that skirt on, because I’d really like to fuck you in it…” his words trailed off as his steely demeanor broke momentarily, taken over by his own lust.

Now it’s you smiling. “One point,” you repeated as you started to unbutton your top, a lacy bra peeking out. “Three points and my grade will be changed, right… sir?”

It’s not hard to tell that Satoru is fighting every one of his instincts in order to remain composed. “You didn’t let me finish, sweetheart. You’ll need six points to get to a 100. The three points we already discussed - plus one if you suck my cock, plus another if you let me taste you, reaching a full fix if you let me fuck you.” He says it all so plainly as if it wasn’t the lewdest thing you’d ever heard. “Though, there is a seventh point. If you obtain it, you’ll ace the whole class.”

“...Seventh?” you inquired, a feigned look of innocence on your face as your top fell open.

Satoru’s eyes darken as he leaned in closer to you over the desk. “The seventh point,” he whispers. “Is letting me cum inside your pretty little cunt.”

You choked, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. But once you committed to something, you always saw it through.

Voice barely above a whisper, you nodded before responding. “Whatever you want, sir.”

Satoru only patted his lap.

Despite the suave, sexy exterior you had decided to don, your whole body shook as you circled around the desk to settle on top of your professor’s lap, straddling his thighs. He didn’t immediately jump at the opportunity as soon as you were in his grasp like you thought he would, instead just running his rough palms all over your skin. Thick fingers came to push off the top that had only been dangling off your elbows at that point, leaving you in only your bra.

“Fucking beautiful,” Satoru muttered to himself, palming one of your breasts. Point two. It was like everything was in slow motion, the way he thumbed at your bottom lip before kissing you roughly, or the way he gripped your thighs tighter and tighter. Until he’d had enough.

You were suddenly pushed back against the cold surface of Professor Gojo’s desk, skirt flipped up and legs spread apart. He leaned in close and pulled your panties off – point three – before running the very tip of his tongue along your slit ever so lightly. He planned to savor every last second, every last taste, lest you never let him do this again. A squeal leaves your throat, overwhelmed by the suddenness of everything, but you clapped a hand over your mouth. Satoru reaches up to circle a hand around your wrist before roughly tugging it away.

“Now that won’t fly, sweetheart,” he scolded. “A key part of all of this is me hearing you earn those points.”

“But- but sir,” you tried. “They’ll hear us.”

Satoru just smirked. "What, are you worried someone is going to find out you let your professor do this-" He interrupted his own words by shoving two fingers into your cunt, making you cry out and throw your head back against the documents scattered underneath you. "-to you? That someone, maybe a superior, will hear you using your pussy for grades?"

Your back arched at the sudden intrusion, biting down on your knuckles to try and stifle your moans - against his wishes. “Sir, p-please…”

Satoru watched in delight as he pumped his fingers in and out of your all-too-welcoming cunt, marveling at how wet you already were. “Get on your stomach for me, sweetheart.”

Now dripping with anticipation and slight fear, you’re quick to scramble off the desk. With your stomach and face pressed down, you looked back at your professor. This was dangerous, but that’s exactly why it was getting fun.

The world felt like it was spinning when Satoru got to his knees and used his strong hands to spread you open, watching in awe at the way your pussy throbbed in anticipation. He used two fingers to open your folds before dipping his tongue in, groaning at the taste. The savory sweetness coats his tongue and he can’t help but lap it up.

“Satoru,” you moaned, bucking your hips and pushing further against his tongue as you gripped the edge of the desk.

His fervent licking and slurping at your clit as he now fucked you on his fingers paired with your moans almost drowned out the footsteps outside the office door. A particularly hearty whimper was cut off by a knock at the door. Your eyes go wide with terror as a man calls out for your professor. It sounds like a grown man - definitely not a student. What would another professor think if they were to witness what was taking place? Would he yell at the man between your legs? Would he leave in shock and report you two immediately? Would he… join in? All of these thoughts swarmed your head at once as you looked at the man in panic.

Satoru seemingly has no interest in neither soothing your worries, nor protecting himself. He recognized the man’s voice as a fellow lecturer he’s friendly with, one who likely wouldn’t be all too shocked or even horrified if he saw Satoru three fingers and a tongue deep into a student – so he continued. Despite your protests and squirms in fear, Satoru continued lapping at your clit and crooking his fingers inside you.

“Professor, m-maybe you should get that,” you breathed desperately, the knocks at the door increasing, but Satoru paid no mind to you or the man at the door. He was far too busy with both finger and tongue fucking you. Suddenly your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop the loud moan that came tumbling out when he found your sweet spot. Immediately you clamp a hand over your mouth, but there’s no chance the outsider didn’t hear you. There was a moment of silence, one where you think you’re a fucking goner, but then you heard footsteps fading away. He gave up - or maybe he just didn’t want to know.

Once Satoru decided he’d had a sufficient taste, he removed his fingers and mouth, making you whine at the emptiness, before pulling you up. He immediately began licking into your mouth instead, coating your tongue with your own essence and making you taste yourself.

“Are you ready to earn that fifth point?” he hummed against your lips. Sucking him off.

“Please,” you nodded, gripping him. Truthfully, you barely know what you’re pleading for. It was no longer just about the grade - you felt an ache that was only growing inside you.

Standing up without a word, Satoru deftly unbuckled his belt and cast it to the floor, the metal of the buckle clattering loudly against the tiles. He unzipped his dress pants enough so that his bulge was obvious.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, voice steely and certain – this Satoru was completely unrecognizable at this point, so far from the zany, lighthearted Professor Gojo.

“Y-yes sir,” you sputtered. It was a lewd scene as you kneel in front of your professor, staring up at him with big doe eyes and mouth slightly agape. Hands shaking, your fingers dip below the band of his boxers and curl around his hard-on, tugging it a few times before pulling freeing it from the fabric. He’s big. It curves slightly to the left with a thick, throbbing vein running down it, the head an angry red. You started to pump it, licking your lips as pre dribbled out of the tip. The whole thing was so dirty and demeaning, but fuck, it was hot.

“C’mon, kid,” Satoru urged, a thick hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging lightly. He wanted more than just a handjob.

Frowning a bit, you gave the head a few kitten licks, sucking on the tip just to make him groan. The pre was salty and sticky, tasting it as it smeared over your lips. Finally, you began to ease him into your mouth, swallowing each thicker and thicker inch. The tip grazed the back of your throat and you gagged, making Satoru smirk.

If only you could see yourself, see how you knelt in front of your lit professor, grabbing his hips and choking yourself over and over on his thick cock that was shoved down your throat, drool and precum pooling out of the corners of your mouth. See how streaks of mascara stained your cheeks as your eyes watered from gagging so much. If only.

In an effort not to immediately cum down your throat, Satoru pulled out, tapping his tip against your lips to smear some more of his pre over your lips. The sight itself is cum-worthy, but it’s not time for that yet.

“On the desk, on your stomach. Lift your skirt up,” Satoru barked.

Once again, you obeyed your professor’s orders without question. Draping yourself over the desk, you tugged your skirt up so that it splayed over your back and not your ass. Satoru inhaled as he watched you present yourself like that, like a damn whore for nothing more than a good grade. You squealed a bit as he took the fat of your ass into his hands and massaged, nervous for what’s to come.

“Professor?” you squeaked. “Am I… doing good?” as much as it might feel good, it’d be all for nothing if you once again weren’t performing to his liking.

“So good, pretty girl, so good,” he growled, smacking your ass.

“Please, sir,” you moaned, arching your back to display yourself as best as possible.

Satoru was painfully slow with his movements as he took his hard leaky cock into his hand and slid it between your folds, rocking back and forth and prodding at your hole.

Taking initiative, you pushed your hips back, desperate to get his cock inside you, to do a good job.

“God, so fucking needy and desperate, absolutely losing yourself over my cock,” he muttered, finally pushing past your hole and easily sinking into your sopping cunt.

You let out a dangerously loud moan as Satoru filled you up, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you stuttered. It was the first time you’d sworn in front of the professor. Until then, even with the circumstances, you still felt it right to be proper and respectful, but something inside of of you was breaking - and all you could focus on was the pleasure and overwhelming need to be fucked. “Fuck, that feels so g-good…”

Everything Satoru’s been waiting for, everything he planned has culminated to this moment, and it almost doesn’t feel real. From actually working up the courage to come onto you, to you actually reciprocating and desperate for him more than he ever thought he would be, it felt like a fever dream. That’s why when he first bottomed out, one hand right on your waist and the other palm flat on the desk, he couldn’t stop. He fucked you like a desperate virgin, grunting and groaning. Satoru typically wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but this felt so different. “Yeah, that feel good baby? My cock making you feel good? Your professor’s cock filling you up so good?”

“Feels so f-fucking good,” you cried out, tongue lulled out as you laid nearly limp on the desk. You were no blushing virgin, but it had been a long fucking time since you’d been fucked that well. “S-shit, I’m gonna cum, shit!”

Satoru let out a short laugh at how quick you were coming undone. Wet squelches and sounds of skin-on-skin bounced off the walls, filling the small office so that all your senses were filled with Satoru and Satoru only. Leaning over you so his chest was pressed flush against your back, he whispered right into your ear: “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

“Y-yes sir,” you whimpered, chewing your bottom lip in an effort to muffle your moans. Fortunately, it didn’t take much longer - in a moment’s notice, the knot was coming undone and you couldn’t help but spasm as your orgasm washed over you, drooling all over where your head laid. “Thank you- thank you, thank you!”

Satoru smirked as you fell apart underneath him, bringing him even closer to his own high. Desperate to reach it, he fucked into you brutally as you laid there like a ragdoll. “Thanking me for what? Fucking you stupid?” he laughed.

“S-so good,” you babbled mindlessly, brain and body going numb from the stimulation.

You were so far from the articulate, sharp student you normally were, reduced to nothing but a fuck doll by your professor.

Soon, Satoru felt his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you. “Are you ready for that seventh point?”

Remembering what the seventh point was, ‘cumming inside your pretty little cunt,’ you clenched even tighter around him.

“Please,” you moaned, slightly slurred. “Need it.”

You’d barely gotten the words out by the time your professor was reaching his high, groaning fiercely as he shot his hot load into you, filling you up while hearty moans from you fill his ears. Once he finally slowly pulls out, hissing as he nudges his cock out of your hole. Without it inside you to plug you up, cum pooled out of your throbbing cunt, hot against your skin as it drooled down your thighs. Not sure what to do or where to go from there, so you stayed draped over the desk, breathless and gripping the edge until Satoru gave you more direction.

But all Professor Gojo did was straighten up, tuck himself back into his pants and button them before securing his belt. “You’ve received full credit. You’re dismissed now.”

What? “S-Satoru?”

He laughed, a little rough with you as he helped you to your feet, still a bit wobbly.

“You’ve aced the class, sweetheart. Counted all the way to seven. Get out of here.” He’s already on to his next task, straightening papers that had gotten crumpled underneath you.

“Profes-”

His smile is so fake. “See you on Wednesday, kid."

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pin-k-ink · 2 months

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Gojo Satoru X Reader (pt. 1)

pt. 2

CW: teacher-student relationship, male masturbation, lots and lots of sexual tension, third-person perspective

a/n: i just watched miller’s girl last night so this was heavily inspired by it. well…somewhat

Whispers slithered through the hallowed halls of Jujutsu High like ominous serpents - rumors about the scandalous relationship between Gojo Satoru and his sole female student. At first, she dismissed the gossip as absurd. Sure, her mentor could be incorrigibly flirtatious at times, like their first meeting when he mistook her for a new teacher and gallantly swept down to press his lips to her knuckles. Even after she corrected him, the silver-haired sorcerer seemed delighted to have "such a lovely little lady" as his pupil.

He proceeded to give her an unsanctioned personal tour of the dormitories, escorting her to the teachers' quarters, claiming her room was mixed-up just to have her staying close by. Now she has to explain to new students why she’s rooming with that notorious manchild.

The rumors intensified after she officially joined Gojo's class. Though undeniably childish outside the training grounds, he proved an exemplary mentor, deeply familiar with the nuances of her innate techniques. More importantly, he was fiercely protective, exemplified the day he saved her life.

She'd been ambushed during a mission, her ribs crushed by some malevolent spirit. Splayed helpless amid the rubble, she watched in detached horror as the skeletal beast sidled closer, drawn by her agony. Then, a blinding flash of black and white - Gojo had arrived.

The next thing she knew, she was gasping in his arms, pain screaming through her body as he jostled her with calculated roughness. "Glad you didn’t puke on me this time," he teased with a wolfish grin, referencing her violent reaction to her first forced teleportation.

This bizarre, backhanded banter marked the start of a profound intimacy between master and student. What began as a mere academic relationship steadily morphed into something akin to family - perhaps the closest she would ever know. Like now, waiting side-by-side for the train home, his dexterous fingers idly weaving the silken strands of her hair into intricate braids. A futile bribe of mochi had failed to dissuade his pleas to use his teleportation, so she resigned herself to crowded public transit, crumbs inevitably showering her shoulders as he kept himself busy.

Aboard the train, packed amid throngs of exhausted salarymen, she stiffened as unfamiliar calloused fingers trailed up her stockinged thigh. A harsh reminder of her juvenile "uniform" - another of Gojo's juvenile pranks. She clenched her fists, nostrils flaring, determined to withstand this violation with dignity.

Suddenly, a strangled yelp split the air as the unseen hand retreated. She found herself crushed against her mentor's powerful frame, his broad chest pressed to her back, arms enveloping her in an unmistakable claim. His fingers trembled with barely contained fury where they splayed across her abdomen.

After that sickening highway incident, when she awoke battered and bloody amid the wreckage, new rumors swirled about the disturbing closeness between teacher and pupil. Gojo's gentle touch roused her from the hazy brink of consciousness, his thumb swiping some blood from her ashen lips before he murmured, "You look like shit, kid."

From that point, a new routine emerged - one she anticipated with visceral dread, yet perverse longing. In addition to their intensive training regimens, where he enacted relentless "lessons" that seemed calculated to map every aching plane of her body...at night, he would appear in her dorm. Her sanctuary from prying eyes, where he could tend her wounds and brandished injuries with exacting care, stripped down to her underwear.

Even the most casual gestures between them began to carry subtext, like at the school sports festival. One ill-advised taunt from a rival combatant, and Gojo materialized behind her in an instant, hoisting her over his shoulder with barely-veiled possessiveness. His fingers dipped to swat her rear before facing down the offending student, eyes glinting with menace. Mere inches from flaying the young man with his Hollow Purple technique before the principal intervened.

Such public indecencies fueled fevered gossip about the forbidden relationship between the supremely powerful sorcerer and his nubile disciple. Rumors she could neither confirm nor deny...especially after the way he claimed her that night in the sanctum of his apartment.

The celebratory dinner after her sports festival triumph was a blur of italian cuisine and sultry looks. Gojo escorted her back to his flat for "freshening up" before returning to campus. Or so she assumed, until emerging from his steamy bathroom engulfed in a cloud of vapor, wearing nothing but an oversized dress shirt pilfered from his wardrobe. The damp fabric clung like a sensual rumor, outlining her lithe curves in diaphanous definition.

Whatever semblance of self-restraint typically graced Gojo's demeanor nearly disintegrated as he pulled his student into his lap. For a torturous minute, primal instincts threatened to overrule his better judgment - to simply slam her down onto the mattress and fuck her with reckless abandon.

But a flicker of lucidity pierced the haze of lust just in time. This was his precious protégé, the woman who had utterly bewitched him both in body and spirit. He couldn't simply take her like one of his flings. Not without her explicit consent.

Drawing a steadying breath, he reached over to gently take the towel from her hands, using it to slowly dry her hair. All the while, desperately attempting to ignore the insistent throbbing in his groin, the painfully prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.

That night marked the first time he'd allowed himself to truly surrender to the sinful fantasies that so frequently plagued his thoughts when in her presence. As she retreated to her room, Gojo mentally praised his own restraint. But the image of her, draped in nothing but his oversized shirt, branded itself into his psyche.

Only after bidding her a quick goodnight did he seek the solace of his own room to fist his cock with unrestrained fervor, her tempting image fueling each increasingly frantic stroke. When his orgasm finally washed over, her name spilled sacrilegiously from his lips in a guttural rasp.

Come morning, he maintained an aura of unruffled nonchalance around his student, as though the pervious night's events were merely fever dreams. But she could see the hairline fractures in his implacable veneer, instinctively sensing their dynamic had irreversibly shifted after beholding the undisguised hunger burning in his eyes.

Something primal had awoken between them. And neither was prepared to confront the smoldering aftermath.

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satocidal · 10 months

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Sports Team Captain—Satotu Gojo

Tw: !NSFW!MDNI!; Gojo Satoru x AFAB! Reader; hinted bullying(?); hair pulling; spanking; mentions of sex toys; idk sex?; slight hints of vouyerism; slight threesome with Geto

Student Council President! Geto Suguru

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who's eye caught yours after game he'd just won- the smirk on his face widening when he saw you.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who's large hands- always admired, by his peers when he catches the ball ever so swiftly, by the girls because he's ever so nice—by you as he stuffs his fingers in your cunt.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who's made it a “tradition” to fuck you right before his game and also right after~ “we'll lose otherwise—you wouldn't want to be responsible for that, right?”

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who's made it every clear to his team that you're his- and his only —now be it with the way he kissed you knfrimt of them in the locker or be it in the way he glares at his team members when they look at you a second too long.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who flirts shamelessly with the cheerleaders to make you jealous, “we're not dating,” he chortles everytime but lords be forgiven if you dare to even touch his team mates.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who'll pick on your insecurities so much so you cry because he loves tears straining your eyes- and right after he'll make you ride his cock until all you can mumble are ‘yesyesyes’ and ‘please- fuck—Toru’!’. However he stops only when you scream that you're gorgeous in every sense.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who threatens to fuck you right in front of his teammates just because you congratulated each—he threatens to make sure that he's the only guy who’ll ever look at you, and knowing him, you wouldn't take chances.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who'll sneak you out of class with the excuse of practice—when everybody knows you play no sports but fortunately, you never get questions.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who never messages you his filthy and dirty thoughts, he writes it down—makes a paper plane and throws it at you amidst class knowing all too well on to how fast it makes heart beat everytime.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who comes back to take out his frustrations after practice matches on you—pulling your hair all too much as he bites on your collarbone, thinking of nothing but controlling you in that moment.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who carries you out to his practice and plays extra well to show off—only to spread your legs in front of the gym mirror once everyone leaves—finger fucking your cunt and making you cum as many times as he scored.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who’s well accustomed to hypersensitive muscles—which is why he loves overstimulating you, chuckling as you desperately try to hold off his hands and push his face away from your swollen clit.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who knows you have a poster of him in your room (he didn’t make you put it) and loves fucking right in front of it.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who stuffs random love letters and sex toys in your locker—but be prepared for it’s a heads up that he’ll be using those that night.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who will bend you across his knee if he loses a match— spanking your cute little ass to his satisfaction.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who, however doesn’t lose as many matches so as to not let your ass lose the warm tint, he sparks you everytime he fails or almost fails a test.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who comes to you for tuitions and if you help him pass he’ll reward you by stuffing your cunt with his cock and doing everything you want.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who adores you despite his mean presence and will do everything you see your eyes roll back with pleasure.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who’s got the stamina of a beast which he perfectly uses on your birthdays.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who makes little clips of your sessions for himself—his large hands pumping fast at your thought.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who loves to watch you rub your own pussy—knowing he’s all so much better at pleasuring you.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who will bend you over his car- in the parking lot during classes- out so publicly, shamelessly rutting into you— going all the faster whenever someone approaches you.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who knows it’s his best friend, Student Council President! Geto Suguru—whom he’d tipped off earlier.

Sports Team Captain! Gojo Satoru, who loves fucking you in front of his best friend while Geto calls you their filthy slut as he sucks on your tits.

Sports Team Captain Gojo Satoru, who loves when you wear the gym shorts- casually slapping your ass everytime he walks by.

Sports Team Captain Gojo Satoru, who makes you wear vibrators to his game—increasing the intensity everytime he scores so both of you reach pleasure when he wins the match.

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gojos-fr-bae · 9 months

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Stood up

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Cursing

Three hours.

You waited at that damn restaurant for three excruciating hours receiving a pitiful look from the waitress and you just couldn't handle it anymore.

Your precious boyfriend had let you sit there and feel embarrassment flood you every time you caught someone staring at you before whispering to their date.

He couldn't even bother bother to text or call nor reply to your texts or answer your calls. And as if this all isn't bad enough this wasn't the first but fourth time that month and you couldn't take it anymore.

It's been so long you two spent time together. He always arrived home when you were already asleep and left before you could wake. You were the only one even tying to keep you two together and you were so, so exhausted. You couldn't keep giving your everything to someone and receiving nothing in return, after all you're only human.

And so, driven by pain, you ignored your tears and painful sobs escaping your chest as you packed all your belongings and wrote one last letter to your soon to be former lover.

It hurt you so much to leave knowing you may never love anyone the way you love him, but you had to do this for your own sake and if that meant walking out that front door and not turning back then so be it.

It had been a week since you left the house you shared with the love of your life and you had received nothing but silence from his end, and yet today you woke up to 45 missed calls and so many messages from the bastard but you couldn't bring yourself to open them. You knew that if you listened to even one of the voicemails he left your resolve would crumble considering the texts you also received from his students begging you to speak to him and talking about how much of a mess he is.

You were scrolling through their messages when you barely heard the gentle knocking on the door over the rain outside. You had been staying at your friend's that night and as far as you were aware she was spending the night at her boyfriend's so you had no idea who'd be at the door.

You got up, groaning from the headache your crying had caused and began walking towards the door. You opened the door, breath catching at seeing Gojo standing on the other side of the door. He looked up at you and his eyes began tearing up. They were swollen, red and had bags, his cheeks sunken in slightly. It felt like a dagger was jabbed into your heart and was being twisted. You couldn't bare to see him looking so broken.

"H-hi" he whispered, looking at his feet and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt so that you don't see him breaking or hear how his voice cracks.

"Hi"

"May I- umm, may I c-co-come in?" this time you heard how his voice wavered."

"Goj-"

"Please, d-don't call me that"

"Come in" You said, finally noticing how much he was shivering, his hair and clothes soaked.

"Satoru, did you, walk here?"

"Walk, stand outside the building trying to gain the confidence to enter what's the difference?"

"Oh no, I'm so sorry let me get you some spare clothes, I hope I have something that can fit-"

"No no, that won't be necessary I don't plan on staying long."

"Well in that case uhm... how can I help you?"

There was a heavy silence between you two as you stood in the doorway, waiting for him to respond.

"P-please" he croaked, tears beginning to fall down his face, "Please take me back"

"Satoru don't-"

"I'm so, so sorry. I'm such a pathetic and useless boyfriend and It's completely my fault that we split up because I stood you up and hurt you and I know I don't deserve to be forgiven but I'm begging sugar cube please, I can't live without you"

"Satoru you constantly disregarded me and our relationship. You never spoke to me, constantly stood me up and never even bothered to apologise ONCE, It's like you never even loved me in the first place!" You shouted, feeling your tears begin to blur your vision.

"I know and I'm sorry! I feel like and absolute piece of shit but I LOVE YOU Y/N! I love you so much it hurts, I love you so much I almost have a heart attack whenever you smile! And I love you because you are the only one who ever made me feel like that, only one who ever told me that I would be ok who ever held me when I cried, no one else but you!"

"Even if you do I can't keep carrying this relationship alone Satoru! I can't be at peace unless I leave"

"BUT YOU PROMISED!! YOU PROMISED NEVER TO ABANDON ME! PROMISED TO NEVER BREAK MY HEART AND I BELIEVED YOU! I STILL DO SO PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" You were both sobbing now.

"Satoru, even if I said yes, I know I would never be your first priori-"

"I quit!" He pressed out quickly, looking up to meet your eyes and lacing your hands in his.

"Wh-what"

"I quit at Jujutsu tech immediately after reading your letter a-and I realised that you were right. You were right about everything! I had neglected and mistreated you so much when you deserved none of it and I'm sorry."

You were stunned. flabbergasted even. You knew how important Gojo was to the Jujutsu world and so did he. You were pretty sure that the world would fall into chaos, he was the only person keeping things in balance. And he quit...for you"

"Satoru-"

"Before you say anything, don't worry about money. I already have tons and once I'm head of the clan it practically doubles so I can spoil you the way you deserve to be"

"Goj-"

"And I promise I'll work harder to make you happy. I know I really don't deserve it because I'm a worthless piece of-"

"SATORU GOJO WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK!"

"Yes ma'am" he said, almost in a whisper.

"Did you really quit for me?"

"Yes"

"Do you really love me? "

"More than breathing"

"And are you really going to change?"

"Anything for you"

"Then if we give this one more shot things will really be different?"

"Yes"

"Okay, then let's do it, I mean what's the worst that could happen?"

His face lit up up before he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"Thank you so much, I love you"

"I love you more sweetheart"

"Eh, doubt it"

Yay

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beautyinsage · 9 months

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A Pattern

You just can't help it.

gojo x reader.

cw: smut, fem!reader, oral (f!receiving), edging, pettiness as a love language, begging

The first time was a fluke. It was never supposed to happen again. The second time even, you could brush off as high tensions and just a release. But that was it — there was no fucking way you were letting this man into your bed again.

And yet, here you are, legs spread, with a man whose ego is the size of Saturn in between them.

“You know sweetheart,” Gojo murmurs softly, suckling gentle kisses on your inner thighs as he glides your panties down your legs, “you’ve got a lot of attitude for someone whose pretty lil’ pussy is practically dripping for me.”

He faces you, lips still a few inches away from where you want him most, when he suddenly shifts back. You make a sound of slight indignation and glance down to meet his crystal eyes. You recognize his signature smirk — the smirk that on a normal occasion, makes you want to slap him so hard that even his precious infinity can’t protect him — and the slightly devious look in his piercing orbs. “Imagine,” he says menacingly, tempting your reaction, “if I just stopped here.”

Anger flashed through your veins at the thought of Gojo thinking that he could have that much control over you. “Oh, fuck you Goj—ahhh!” Your words were quickly interrupted after his tongue pressed a singular long, flat stroke against your core.

“You can call me Satoru now, don’t you think? I mean we’ve come so far,” he teased. “Now ask me nicely for what you want.”

You stubbornly held his gaze with gritted teeth, legs quivering in his arms as he gripped at your hips. You tried to stay strong, you tried to tell yourself that you didn’t need this — didn’t need him — but the feeling of his hot breath grazing your center, the promise that he held in his words, the urge to feel his tongue against you just one more time, had you swallowing your pride as you bit out the word, “Please.”

He chuckled darkly, leaning forward and lightly tracing your clit with the tip of his tongue. A scream of frustration threatened to escape as you ground your face forward — silently asking for more; your efforts were fruitless as he held your hips down and he quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh? What is it pretty girl? What do you want?”

You glare at him, but he simply tsks at you before continuing his light, feather-like strokes. Finally, the sexual frustration ends up overtaking your ego, and the words bubble out of your mouth. “Please Satoru, please give me more—need your tongue, need you—”

His mouth was on you before you could even finish your sentence, his impatience becoming clearer than ever, and you reached down to fist his soft hair as you held on for dear life. You didn’t even have a second to breathe again before he began to eat you out mercilessly, feasting on you like you were his last meal; considering his quick wit and sharp logic, it shouldn’t have surprised you that the man was talented with his tongue, but even then, you couldn’t have known just how talented.

Unconsciously, your hips began to rise off the bed, moans echoing throughout the room as you clutched onto him while he brought you closer and closer to the edge, faster than you had ever known was possible. A strong hand pushed down your stomach while the other remained tightly clasped at your hip, forcing you to stay down and in place as his skillful mouth continued his actions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Satoru,” you managed to choke out between whimpers, eyes screwed tightly in pleasure as the coil deep in your stomach began to tighten, “I—oh fuck—think I’m gonna—”

He hums against you, almost as if he already knew that, and tugs you impossibly closer, giving you one last solid stroke with his tongue before pulling away. A cry of frustration sounded from your lips, the build to a satisfying release forgotten, but it quickly transformed into a breathless moan as, after a moment, Satoru once again began to suck at your clit, lapping at your folds, as your thighs trembled with a desperate need to release.

And so it happened—again, and again, and again. Satoru slowly built you up, making sure you were on the precipice of falling, before suddenly denying you, leaving you empty and whining at the loss.

“Please,” you found yourself begging, pride long forgotten as you clutched on to him, tears filling your eyes, “Please, Satoru—ah!—let me come.”

Your pleas went ignored, and you felt almost faint as you pointlessly did everything you could to maybe just fall off the edge faster, all whilst using the arm that wasn’t clutching onto his hair to cover your eyes.

After what felt like eons, Satoru’s hand left your stomach, and one finger entered you suddenly, curling just right, causing you to jolt at the sudden added feeling. “y/n,” he drawled, “Look at me.”

You immediately opened your eyes to meet his gaze, whimpers leaving your lips and tears trailing down your cheeks as his fingers repeatedly brushed that spongy sweet spot, wetness practically gushing out of your as his lustful icy eyes stared deeply into your own. “Come.”

At his permission, you finally cried out and fisted the sheets beneath you as you came, rolling your hips mindlessly as euphoria coursed through your veins. “That’s it pretty,” he mumbled, his grip around your hip becoming impossibly tighter, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” You sobbed out your pleasure, your legs shaking from the weight of the orgasm; all the while, Satoru maintained his position, continuing to lap at you long after you had finished.

It was only after you managed to whimper out a soft, “Satoru, baby, t-too much,” that he released you, slowly making his way back up to your lips to kiss you with such fervor you thought you would break.

“That was mean,” You managed to rasp once he pulled away.

Satoru snickered condescendingly. “You like me mean.”

a/n: don't worry, next time it won't be you begging

#gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk gojo

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poursomesunaonme · 10 months

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teacher’s lounge

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: what’s a better start to your hungover morning than a fling with the pain in your ass in the teacher’s lounge? nothing!

wc: 5.3k

cw: reader is hungover, enemies to fuckers..? lmao, gojo thinks he’s a therapist, size kink, semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, lots of teasing, nipple play, hand kink!, praising, gojo is a cocky ass mf, protected sex, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart)

a/n: rewrite of one of my first goj fics, love this sob <333

The satisfying hiss of the coffee maker was music to your ears as you leaned against the counter, the light of the sun peeking over the horizon gently flooding in through the blinds. Your fingers massaged the ache in your temples, trying desperately to alleviate the throbbing hangover that had been bothering you all morning. The coffee dripped into the pot at an agonizingly slow pace, the strong scent invading your nose, attempting to clear up your foggy headache.

Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the pot to finish brewing. Of course, you would kill yourself trying to be nice by making a whole pot for everyone to enjoy, but in the process, drive yourself over the edge of impatience - or rather, insanity. You were tempted to snatch the pot and guzzle the liquid straight from the spout. Your whole body ached with the worst effects of last night’s drunken stupor, providing a vignette of how the rest of the day would go.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as the coffee neared the finish line. Frustration pulsed through your veins, fueled by your sickly physical state. Last night had just been another fucked up date as any, so you weren’t even sure why you were even a tad frustrated at this point. All guys were the exact same.

Nothing was going to change for you, no matter how much you tried, no matter where you looked. There wasn’t a handsome stranger waiting for you at the bar, no kind gentleman to help you pick up your groceries after he accidentally bumped into you and knocked them out of your arms. Real love was only found in fairy tales. A wry smile found its way to your face as you chuckled at your cynic commentary of life this early in the morning on a school day.

A sigh escaped your lips as the coffee maker coughed out the last few drops. You didn’t hesitate to seize the pot and pour yourself a steaming hot cup, adding creamer and sugar. You grabbed a stirrer and approached the window of the lounge, watching the sun rise over the buildings. It was a miracle that you even got out of bed this morning.

The styrofoam cup met your lips just as the door to the lounge flung open behind you, hitting the doorstop with a dramatic bang. The coffee threatened to spill over the sides of the cup as you jumped, scared by the sudden noise. You whirled around, seeing none other than Gojo Satoru grinning widely at you as he strode to the kitchenette.

“Good morning!” he exclaimed. His eyes glimmered at the sight of a pot of coffee already made. He took to pouring himself a cup without another word. You turned around and peered through the blinds, surveying the still-empty campus, all while blatantly ignoring him. His footsteps approached where you were standing. You could sense his body next to yours. The baited silence was only an attempt to conceal the fact that he was perturbed at your lack of response. The hot coffee seared down your throat, bringing tears to your eyes. Anything to avoid talking to the pain in your ass.

“Jeez, tough crowd. You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

With a dramatic eyeroll, you decided to dignify his comment with a response. “Thanks, Gojo. I appreciate it.” You couldn’t help the venom that laced your voice. The presence of the epitome of pride was the cherry on top to your already shitty morning. If all men were the same, he was a cut above - the worst of the worst.

“I’m guessing it was that date last night?” he inquired, much to your surprise at his knowledge of your affairs. Your turned to face him as he shrugged innocently. “I overheard you talking about it before the weekend.”

Your mind flashed back to the only time you mentioned the date at school. It had been during your lunch duty the previous Friday, sitting with one of your coworkers as you surveyed the business of your students.

“Uh-huh.” The sun continued its lazy climb. You checked your watch, sighing as you knew that most of your coworkers wouldn’t stop by the lounge for another thirty minutes or so. Your lack of planning really did you in this weekend, as explained by your presence in school this early in the morning to catch up on work you didn’t finish.

“So how’d it go?” You knew that the questions wouldn’t stop flowing from his mouth until you answered and stroked his ego a bit. You rolled your eyes, going to sit down in your favorite chair as you prepared yourself for the interrogation that would get you out of this situation as quickly as possible. Satoru followed suit and took a seat on the couch across from you. He set his cup on the table and leaned forward. His elbows rested comfortably on his knees.

“It sucked.” You squirmed under what you assumed was his gaze. Even with his blindfold on, his eyes still pierced through you as if they were bare and searching your innermost thoughts.

“Okay, what sucked about it?” The questions showed no signs of stopping. Your nerves began to fray at the incessant prying.

“What are you, my shrink?” you barked. His expression didn’t change from his usual soft - borderline cocky - smile. He knew he was getting to you; it was the kind of thing he got off on. You wanted to throw the scalding coffee on him.

“No, but am I not your friend?” His voice dripped with a sweetness that threatened to make your teeth rot.

“Nope.” You didn’t hesitate to squash his pride, but nothing in his demeanor gave away your victory. You watched him intently as he took another sip of his coffee and swished it around in the cup.

“Well, all that nastiness aside, back to the dating thing. You win some, you lose some. That’s the fun of it!”

The enthusiasm in his voice made you sick. And it wasn’t just that. You were frustrated, hungover, tired, and he was… him. Awfully annoying, an eternal optimist (a naïve child), and proud as hell. And he could be all those things without much consequence because he was Gojo Satoru, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. As much as you hated to admit it. And all those infuriating facts were why you disliked him so much - because he never let anyone forget it.

“We have very different perceptions of dating,” you muttered. It wasn’t like you were dating for marriage, but an emotional connection was nice from time to time. You sighed, seeing the coffee level in your cup dipping dangerously low. You swirled it around, deciding it was best to get more. It was already working its way into your system, bringing your exhausted body somewhat back to life. You stood up, watching as Satoru downed the rest of his cup’s contents.

“Believe me, I’m well aware,” he laughed and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to speak at his crypticness, but he spoke before you could get a word out, extending his empty cup to you. “Get me some while you’re up?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you shot at him. “And no, get your own.”

“Whatever you say,” he shrugged and stood, towering over you. You turned tail and stormed towards the pot, determined to ingest enough liquid gold to get you to function for the day. Unfortunately, his long strides beat you to the pot. He snatched it before you could get a grip on the handle.

You watched, your eyes burning, as he poured his cup. With a grin, he gestured for yours. You both stood still for a moment before he made it clear that he wasn’t going to put the pot down for you to use. Begrudgingly, you held it up and he filled it. The warmth of the coffee began to seep through the styrofoam and over your palm once again.

With a deep breath, you suddenly become acutely aware of how close you were to Satoru. A tinge of blush rose to your cheeks as you ducked your chin to your fluttering chest, trying to hide the reaction you had never experienced around him.

“You’re not very fond of me, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away?” A sly smile rose to your face without warning. In an effort to conceal it, you turned around to pour creamer and sugar into the cup. You idly stirred it all together while walking back to sit down. You thought Satoru was following close behind. Instead, you heard the door of the lounge close quietly, as if he were attempting to conceal it. He didn’t bother to answer your question.

With the door closed, it was just the two of you in what was beginning to seem less and less like an impromptu therapy session. With the door closed, you felt as if there was no escape from the man. With the door closed, you were just a bird in a cage, being watched by a man who obviously wanted to hear you sing for him.

You settled back down, crossing one leg over the other, watching through lidded eyes as Satoru sat, spreading his legs and draping his arms over the back of the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned just two buttons below of what it should’ve been. It was enough to avoid a dress code violation but also give off the relaxed teacher vibe to students and a “I’m a slut but on the down-low” vibe to the rest of the adult world. In any case, with the way his arms were spread and his shoulders opened up, a peak of his chest shone through. You tried your best to avoid staring at the glimpse of a chiseled masterpiece, but if that was what just his chest looked like, you wanted to see the rest of him.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to reign in your thoughts. Why why why? Why now, of all times, were you lusting after this prick? Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t gotten good dick in a few months. Maybe it was the fact that he was the only man who gave you attention, as much as it bothered you to no end. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Back to our conversation,” you began, hoping that talking would help your mind to clear, “dating isn’t as fun when all the guys see you as a slab of meat to fuck.”

Your eyes searched him for a bodily reaction that you knew wouldn’t come. He could also win the award of “most difficult person to read in human history.” He tilted his head down with a look that you couldn’t quite fully determine without seeing his eyes. You took a sip of your coffee to ease the discomfort you felt.

“That’s not how I see you.” Your heart skipped a beat as it screamed to control every muscle in your body that wanted to jump him. You hung on his words as he piped up, albeit quieter. “… at least, not all the time.”

Your eyebrows jumped, but you quickly regained control of your reactions, returning your face back to its resting expression. Your cheeks heated, knowing that he could see straight through you even though you couldn’t even ascertain what you yourself wanted.

“You really think you’re a therapist now, eh, Gojo?”

“Of course, it’s just because I’m the best!” His signature catch phrase was like nails on a chalkboard, but it easily helped you ground yourself on the fact that you hated him.

“For fuck’s sake, we know.”

“Yes! The best at fighting, the best at teaching, and…” He lifted his blindfold to reveal one of his cosmic eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as you melted under his gaze. You wouldn’t be able to hold onto sanity for much longer now. But you decided that you might as well try your best.

“Let me guess,” you spat coldly, “sex?”

He laughed, the sweet sound ringing through the air as he let the blindfold fall to cover his eye once again. Your breath came easier that you weren’t directly under his scrupulous stare. “I was pausing for dramatic effect and going to put it in a more tasteful way… but yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure.” It wasn’t anywhere close to a lie. And that’s exactly why you didn’t leave the lounge the second he walked in. Another stream of coffee flowed down your throat as you began to feel normal, last night’s hangover almost completely dissipated.

“You want me to prove it to you?” Without warning he stood, rising to his full height while you sat. He was so big. You seemed so small. You were frozen in place as he sauntered around the back of your chair. The hair behind your neck stood on end as you felt him come to a stop and gently rest a hand directly behind you. Everything in your body strung taught at the proximity of his unmatched energy. His abandoned cup of coffee sat full on the table.

“Last night seems to have taken a toll on you,” he purred, his hand moving to glide over your shoulder and down your arm, rustling the fabric of your blouse. You tried to hide a visual shiver as goosebumps spread all over your body. His fingers trailed up your arm, across your shoulder, until they reached your neck. You held your breath as his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up, as his palm was resting on the side of your head.

Shit, the man’s hands were ginormous.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you wind down.” His voice had lowered significantly as he leaned over, grinning devilishly at you. You swallowed, the bump in your throat brushing against his long fingers.

“In the teacher’s lounge, nonetheless,” you sneered to his amusement. Your head tilted down gently and he took the hint and released you. The rustle of his clothes indicated movement as he came around the chair and squatted next to it, crossing his arms on the armrest and setting his head on them. He seemed so innocent.

“I couldn’t think of a better place! It makes it a lot more fun.”

Silence settled between you as you tried to gauge whether or not this was a sick joke while also trying to battle the fact that literally could anyone could walk in, even a student as they would most likely be starting to arrive to their classes, and the fact that you were seriously about to fuck a man that annoyed the everliving shit out of you.

“Gojo… you’re serious?”

His smile made his answer undeniable. “Yes.”

He raised his head, the smile still plastered giddily on his face. The corners of your mouth turned upwards into a gentle smile of your own as you leaned towards each other. The collision of your lips was nothing but satisfying as you instantly melted into putty. Every grudge, every annoyance, every dislike of him melted away as the pillowy cushion of his lips touched yours.

Realizing you still held the cup of coffee in your hands, you broke the contact as much as you hated doing it. Satoru noticed and plucked the cup from your hand, moving to set it down on the table. Still on his knees, he situated his body to face yours, squeezing himself between your chair and the table.

The tension built as his hands trailed from your ankles up your legs, causing you to press your thighs together inadvertently.

“Oh, now you wanna be shy?” he cooed, his hands reaching the bottom of your skirt. His nimble fingers gently hooked underneath it, pulling it upwards to reveal more of you. You bit your lip as you scooted farther down the chair so that he could get your clothing out of the way easier.

A grin rose to his face as he tore off his blindfold to be able to see all of you. Breath hissed through his teeth as he saw your panties and the wet spot that you had just begun to feel. The skin of your knuckles lightened as you gripped the armrests while Satoru’s hands pushed your skirt under you so that he had a full view of your bottom half.

“You say you hate me, but this suggests otherwise,” he teased, running a finger over your clit through your panties. You gasped, hips bucking at the sudden contact, not even bothering to answer him with a smart retort. He pulled down your panties to your knees swiftly, the cold air exacerbated by the dampness of your center. In a swift motion, he ducked his head under your panties, swinging your legs over his shoulders.

The closeness of him almost sent you into cardiac arrest as his hot breath ghosted against your aching sex. He pressed a painfully slow kiss to your clit, looping his arms around your thighs to grip the soft flesh. You let out a whimper as your head tilted back, finally accepting that this was going to happen and you were going to have to settle with Satoru to give you the fucking you needed. Not like you knew it was going to be settling of any type - you weren’t the first teacher to be fucked by him, and you’d heard all the stories.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice nearly sending you spiraling as they flowed over your cunt, “eyes on me.”

You looked down at him inquisitively, then watched with bated breath as his impossibly beautiful eyes glinted while he licked a stripe from your opening to your clit.

“Christ, quit being such a tease,” you breathed, tangling your fingers in his soft white hair, tugging him closer. The warmness of his body trapped between your thighs was too much.

“Quit being so impatient,” he shot back, resisting your pulling easily. He kissed your cilt once again, then took it into his mouth, sucking gently. Your breath hissed between your teeth as your legs began to shake. You weren’t even a minute and a half into this and you were unbelievably sensitive.

He released you with a satisfying pop, then decided that you had done enough waiting. He dove face first into you, eating you with a ferocity that nearly sent the chair tumbling backwards onto the floor. You held onto him, your breathing becoming uneven as his expert moves pushed you towards an orgasm at a rate you had never experienced before.

You watched him in wonder, heart skipping beats every time his eyes fluttered upward to see what pretty face you were making in response to his tongue. One of your hands left his hair and settled on his hand.

“Satoru… finger me, please?” you asked meekly, blush spreading across your cheeks. The change in your demeanor gave you whiplash, but at the sight and feeling of this man between your legs, he could change anyone’s mind. It was embarrassing, but you’d chalk it up to the nature of man.

“You’ve never called me Satoru before,” he commented, his mouth still full of you. “But since you asked nicely, yes.”

His arm left your thigh cold as he untangled himself from your limbs, cramming his arm into the space between him and yourself. He licked his pointer and middle finger, eyes locked in a gaze with yours. You couldn’t help but sink further into the couch, knowing that he was about to fingerbang you into oblivion. With a sly smile, he gently massaged your clit with his fingers, then slid them easily inside of you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot easily.

A cry attempted to rip itself from your lips and was promptly stopped by a refusal to open your mouth. Satoru watched you squirm as he began to rub where you needed him most, his eyes twinkling with lust.

“I’ve never seen you like this before. Can’t say if I like it more than your usual demeanor, ‘cause it’s equally entertaining to me.”

All you managed was a whimper with a vain attempt to keep your eyes open. He smiled against you, exhaling a puff of warm breath that made you twitch. With a seductive narrow to his eyes, he began to eat you out once again, with more fervor than before. You couldn’t say you were surprised given how the whole situation escalated so quickly. But you just couldn’t control yourself. You were so desperate, so needy, that your body had a mind of its own. Whimpering, sweet noises fell out of your mouth with ease as you began to grind your hips on his face.

“Did I tell you how sweet you taste? God, it’s like candy.” He paused for a moment to look up at you. His lips moving around your clit was almost as good as when he focused on devouring you. “And you know how much I love candy.”

You were surprised that someone hadn’t come in already, as you began to hear the shuffling of feet and voices as students began to enter the halls. You tried your best to keep your moans at a minimum level, but Satoru really was a pussy-eating champ. You couldn’t even form any kinds of responses to the comments he’d been making - you were a complete mess.

Within another two minutes he had you on the verge of an orgasm. He noticed the lack of rhythm in you grinding on him, and intensified his game. You were getting tired, you were getting uncoordinated. You were oh so close. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a moan tore through your lips, signifying your push over the edge. His fingers plunged deeper into you, pushing harder on that magic button as he licked and sucked on your throbbing clit.

“F-fuck, Satoru!” Another moan left your mouth as you slapped your hand over it to cover up the sound of your hookup. He laughed against your sensitive bud of nerves, augmenting the pleasure as the waves of your climax washed over you.

“I know, I know,” he murmured as your body jerked with the throes of probably the best orgasm you ever had. Your hand moved from your mouth to your eyes as you took a deep breath, trying to recover a slower heart rate.

Without warning, Satoru ducked under your panties and with one hand, yanked them up. With the other, he pulled your skirt down, not bothering to make sure that everything was all neat, straight, tidy, or in the right place. He stood up and swiftly took his seat, picking up a newspaper and sipping his coffee like nothing happened. Combined with your lack of awareness from that orgasm and the superhuman speed of him, you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Satoru…?” you started, then heard voices outside of the door. Your panties were still around the middle of your thighs, you didn’t have the time to adjust them before the handle twisted and a group of teachers entered. You huffed, smoothing your hair down and leaning forward to grab your coffee.

You gave your salutations as they crowded around the coffee pot, chattering about their own weekends as Satoru and you sat in silence. The sexual tension buzzed like a swarm of hornets between you, and as much as you wanted to grab his hand and waddle back to your classroom to fuck him there, you knew that there would be students there already. You would just have to wait till everyone left. You didn’t look at Satoru, knowing that he would shoot you a wink or a smirk and would have you jumping him in front of everyone.

“What are you up to in the lounge this late in the morning?” a teacher’s voice addressing you rang out from the cluster that was beginning to disperse out of the room, to your relief.

“Taking a minute to prepare for the day.” You didn’t exactly lie. “Had a hell of a weekend, but I’ll tell you about it at lunch.”

She nodded, calling out to Satoru, who waved amicably. And with that final goodbye, the rest of the teachers quickly filed out to get to their respective rooms before school started.

“Well if you wanted it to take a minute, you could’ve just said so,” Satoru joked.

“I would think that the strongest would last longer than that,” you scoffed.

An expression that nearly made you cower in your chair crossed over his face before dissolving into that all-too-sweet smile. As much as it scared you, it excited you. He stood, starting to unbuckle his belt. A wicked smile crept to his visage.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who just finished in less than five minutes. Now are we doing this or what?”

The ball was in your court. And he was right. You really had no place to dog on him for his skills because he actually was good. And if you really wanted to see how long he lasted, you’d have to call in sick until summer vacation.

So, you rolled your eyes as you rose from your seat and turned, kneeling on it. You braced your hands on the back of it, shaking your ass tauntingly at him as your panties fell down your thighs. The cool air hit your heat instantly, drawing a soft breath from your lips.

“Alright then, showoff, set a record for me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Your head whipped around, cheeks heating and chest tightening at the sight of him tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth and swiftly slipping it over that pretty, pretty cock.

“You always carry condoms with you?”

“You always deflect from a question with another question?”

“Christ, you’re the worst,” you muttered, stifling a jolt through your body when his hands pushed your skirt up over your ass. You bit your lip to ward off a moan when he massaged the muscles and spread them to reveal your dripping center. He whistled, lightly spanking your ass as he pressed himself between your folds, making sure it was wet enough to slide in comfortably.

Your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock sliding against your clit. Again and again it caught on the aching bud, your entire body seizing over and over in response. How long was he going to take if the bell was going to ring in just a few minutes?

But you groaned when the fat tip slid in, just a delicious taste of the stretch that the rest of him would bring. A low, guttural groan tore itself from his lips as you squeezed the tip over and over, inviting the rest of him in. Your nails dug into the fabric of the chair as every vein of his shaft brushed against your walls until you were filled up. And the worst part was that in this position, he couldn’t even bottom out. Your stomach fell to acknowledge that he was that big. For a few seconds, though, he didn’t even bother to start moving his hips.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” you snapped. You physically didn’t have the time for his games. You wiggled your ass slightly to get some friction, gasping when it worked, his pretty, veiny cock dragging against your walls. You shuddered, then just barely began to fuck yourself on him.

“You haven’t started a timer for the record yet.”

“If your dick wasn’t in me right now, I’d cut it off.”

“Oh, but you’re so tight, I’m thinking you just might,” he whispered in your ear. In a flash, his hands grabbed your waist and it was off to the races. “Make sure to keep time, pretty girl.”

Within seconds, the impossibility of his entire cock burying within you became a reality, filling you up to the brim. You whimpered as he snaked a hand under you, rubbing your clit to bring you closer to your high. His other hand effectively controlled your body, pulling you back on his cock to push himself deeper over and over again.

You lost track of where your edges were, nearly dissolving into the chair as the tingling in your toes spread to your entire body. Everything was warm and sweaty, everything was Satoru. His chest pressed against your back as he stooped down, his hand electing to sneak inside your shirt to tweak at your nipple instead of holding your waist. He rutted into you now, his cock impossibly deep and showing no signs of retreat.

“Satoru… ‘m close.”

“You gonna cum with me, sweetheart?” His breathing was ragged in your ear. You nodded, unable to form the words as he planted kisses on your neck.

The sweet touches were enough to push you over. Without warning, an unbelievably loud moan tore through your lips as pleasure washed over you completely. Satoru’s hand slapped over your mouth, as you had no motor capabilities to do it yourself. His cock spasmed within you as he came in response to your walls squeezing and milking him dry.

Together you rocked, your sweaty bodies in ecstasy as you rode out your highs. Stars swam in your vision as this orgasm was impossibly better than the last. Glimmering lights were all that you could see for a good few seconds before Satoru pulled out at the sound of the bell signaling the move for students to make it to class before being late.

Your eyes widened and a gasp escaped your lips at the emptiness. He pulled up your panties and yanked down your skirt, waving away your protests at the discomfort of it.

“So you’ll remember this,” he chuckled at your waddling, trying to get used to the uncomfortable wetness between your legs. He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it away. You were about to object, but you stopped, knowing that nothing you would say would convince him to throw it away elsewhere. He grabbed his blindfold and set it deftly to its normal position.

“Like I’ll ever forget it,” you rolled your eyes, fixing your clothes and hair to make sure that nothing was amiss before you had to face a classroom of students. You picked up your cup of coffee, fiddling with your panties to make the cooling dampness bearable. Just when you thought you could exist comfortably for the rest of the day, Satoru made it even more difficult. You gave up fiddling with your clothes and found that he was waiting by the door for you. You strode over to him.

“So, how’d I do?” he smirked.

“I didn’t take the time,” you shot back, pushing past him. He reached over you, which of course you huffed at and he ignored, holding the door open. You quickly set off down the hall to where your classrooms were unfortunately across the hall from each other. It didn’t look suspicious at all that you were late… together.

As much as you hated to admit it, last night’s shitshow had already been forgotten in the wake of Satoru’s gift. Depending on how desperate you would be in the future, this posed a beneficial relationship for you, if you could only get past the fact that he was an incessant annoyance.

“I hope you have a wonderful day,” he grinned from his door, waving. “You’ll have to update me on how your next dates go!”

You rolled your eyes, not dignifying the comments with a response. You strolled into the classroom, smiling at your bleary eyed students. And just before you shut the door, ready to apologize for the wait and delve into your lesson, you heard a whisper from across the hall.

“Three minutes, twenty-seven seconds.”

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #jjk gojo #jjk smut #🪐beanie writes!

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pretty-toru · 1 year

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Just thinking about how it would be kinda cute and funny if young Megumi (nonchalantly) outs Gojo's crush on you when you're both treating him to a nice afternoon. He gets stopped by an interviewer to answer a simple question and he's asked to explain what love is, and he tells the reporter it's when his guardian gave the last piece of his beloved kikufuku mochi to you when he really wanted it because he wouldn't stop crying about it after you left.

#to be fair the only way for megumi to shut gojo up about you is to confess for him #meanwhile goj’s fight-flight response kicks in and he’s scrambling to create a diversion #but it ends up working in his favor since you returned his feelings n the rest is history 🤍#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #megumi fushiguro

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gojoandtojisleftnut · 1 year

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forbidden affections

—gojo satoru x female reader

˚ · .summary: gojo sensei finally gives into his favorite student

˚ · .tags: teacher student relationship, age gap (19x29), all characters are in collage and aged up, raw sex, creampie, squirting, teasing, language, pet names, confessions.

Gojo felt an attraction towards you since the day you joined jujutsu tech. He thought it was just affection that he had towards a student, just like he did with all of them. But affection turned into jealousy when he saw you talking with another boy, or when others stared at your ass for too long. Gojo has done some pretty fucked up things in his lifetime but wanting his student takes the cake. It’s morally not right, but he can’t deny the way your hips sway, or the way your hair falls, or those curious eyes that look up at him every time he speaks. It made him wonder if you could possibly see him the way he sees you.

Things took a turn when principal Yaga gave you detention for messing up a mission, leaving you with your teacher alone in his classroom. You wouldn’t say you were nervous for detention but rather than staying alone with your mentor. You’ve had the biggest crush on him since the day you joined, but knowing he would never look at you the same way made you push your feelings back for a bit.

The knock on the door made you snap out of your trance, Gojo’s footsteps making you hug your knees closer to your chest. “Yn” “Gojo sensei” he looks at you and sighs, sitting down at the chair near the couch you were curled up on. He asks you what happened and why Yaga sent you for detention, but his scent was eating you up, and the way his shoulders flexed while leaning on his spread legs made you stutter. “Are you okay?” “Huh? Yeah I’m okay sir”. Gojo felt his dick twitch in his pants at the name. Taking his glasses off, he drags his chair in front of you taking your right calve into his big hand. “Yn.. tell me what’s wrong angel.” The sudden pet name and the feeling of his calloused hand touching you fueled you with courage making you say ‘fuck it’. “Sensei, I’m so sorry but I can’t do this anymore.” “What are you-” “I like you so much, I can’t take it anymore.”

Looking down at your teacher you see the pink dusting his cheeks and his dilated pupils. His breathing pattern changed. “I understand if it makes you uncomfortable-” “You can’t take it anymore?” He scoffs “do you even know how much strength it takes not to smother you every fucking day? Not to grab you and pin you down on my fucking desk? Do you even know how fucked up I feel that I see you this way?” Your eyes widen at his confession making your jaw slightly drop. Untangling yourself you stand on all fours in the couch your face inches away from his “kiss me then sensei, please”. It doesn’t take anymore convincing for gojo to grab the back of your neck and pull you in for an aggressive kiss. The sound of your lips smacking is the only thing that can be heard in the room. You pull away from the kiss and sit back at the black leather couch “touch me satoru” you slur, spreading your legs for him to see the pink panties, your skirt was hiding. The lust in Gojo’s eyes is clouding his vision when he hooks his fingers around the hem of your little underwear pulling them down in the process. “You’re so wet babyy” he whines “I’m 19 sensei, I’m always wet”

“Oh fuck me angel” he moans shouting his eyes and throwing his head back, hands on both your thighs keeping your legs open. You giggle at his desperation and extend your leg to rub him through his pants. “I don’t think I can’t wait anymore yn. You don’t need prep baby you’re already dripping” he takes your foot from his hard on bringing to his lips and kissing it before placing it back down on the sofa. You never break eye contact as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his briefs and pants down. Your eyes widen at the size of his cock, contemplating if you should back down now. Gojo pulls you forward making you balance yourself on your elbows as he positions himself to your entrance.

With a granted permission, he slowly slips right into you making you both moan loudly at the feeling of his hard rock dick entering you. “You’re so tight bunny. Fucks sake.” He grunts as he thrusts into you slowly. Eyes shut from ecstasy, you let the rhythm of his thrusts take you away, loosing yourself under him. His tip hitting your cervix every time. “Feels so so good sensei” “yeah baby? Can I go faster? Will my little girl let me fuck her pussy faster?” Gone already dumb from his fat cock, you just nodded giving him the green light to fuck you into the sofa. “FUCK Sato- please baby, fuck so deep-”. Gojo continued fucking you vigorously, feeling your walls clamo around him “Is my pretty girl gonna come for me? Huh?”, his smirk growing wider seeing you fucked out “I’m cumming Toru fuck”. His movements never stopping, your little pussy spraying onto his v line. Taking hold of his strong arms next to your head to support yourself better, you look up to him begging him for a kiss. His plump lips connect with yours into a feverish kiss, “im gonna fill you up baby yeah?” He whispers against your mouth, your nails digging into his biceps as a response. After a few more quick thrusts he shoots his seed as deep as he possibly could, marking you as his.

He collapses on top of you, both sweaty and panting. Gojo scoops you into his hold and kisses the side of your head. “Fuck angel, should’ve confessed a long time ago.” “Too scared” you mumbled under your breath making him chuckle. “Detention’s over baby girl, I’ll talk to Yaga. Let’s get back to my place kay? We got a lot to talk about.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk anime #anime #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x fem!reader #satoru gojo x female reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo x fem!reader #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 year

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Yandere shoko Ieiri

(jujutsu kaisen)

I'm actually tired of having yan!gojo and yan!geto like give me some possessive yan! Shoko too. She comes in the the group too. And personally i think she'll be more manipulative than geto and more possessive than gojo . So enjoy some possessive manipulative yan!shoko.

Also thank you for 200 followers i never thought I'd gain this much(⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ.

Pairing: Yandere possessive shoko x Gn!reader.

Tw: yandere themes , suggestive ( not full explicit) themes, dark, stalking, somnophill shoko, disturbing graphics , Gore

"Sho... I'm sorry it's was my fault"

"Hmm what else "

"i shouldn't have yelled at you you were just trying to protect me".

"Hm..come here" shoko said as she opened her arms for you. You straight went into you're best friend welcoming arms and stick to her side , there was also her other friends gojo and geto as they gave you a 'wtf are you look'. Well not their fault as shoko never introduce her friends ever.

You're dating someone shoko" gojo satoru you assumed because of his white hair asked. "Um no she's my best friend...btw hello I'm y/n"

"Well hello sweetcheeks I'm goj-"

Yandere shoko who glares at gojo for even trying to call you a nickname . She tightens her grip on you when you said she's just your best friend.

Yandere shoko who hated every time you call her your best friend instead of lover.

Yandere shoko who without hesitation pay for your bills. She says she's just a normal medical student but you sometime doubt that.

Yandere shoko who touches so gentle but all over you that you always shivers , she roamed her hand all over your body when you guys hug.

Yandere shoko who stabbed and pluck out a guys eyes out because he was continuously looking at you at a party .

Yandere shoko who threatened gojo and geto to not ever come for you or she'll seriously harm them.

Yandere shoko have a spare key of your house because you gave her and said 'now that we're bffs you should have this' . She uses this key to get in your house at night and watches you sleep.

Yandere shoko who light trace the silhouette of you body when your asleep and traces her hand between your thighs.

Yandere shoko who sedates you with a sleeping drug when you're asleep and then slips her tongue in your mouth because you accidentally slept with your mouth open a bit .

Yandere shoko who take your panties and masturbates with it while your just sleeping in front of her. She takes some dirty pairs from your laundry too with her.

Yandere shoko who offers to sleep with you when you confront her about your missing thing and feeling of being watched, so you can feel safe.

Yandere shoko who is the BIGGEST somnophill ever .

Yandere shoko who killed a girl who recently tried to befriend you . She watched as you stood shocked seeing her in blood.

Yandere shoko who offers you a maddening grin and says

" Now noone will come between us bunny , we're Bound together, forever, for eternity and after"

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killsatoru · 7 days

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Part Three : Mistakes With Rings: Gojo Satoru

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Warning(s) : Cursing, reader is a Itadori

Summary : Thrown into a loveless marriage, but what happens when your husband asks you for an open marriage?

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“Mr. Gojo” Bowing slightly.

There she was. the woman that still has me wrapped around her finger.

She looked absolutely breathtaking. Truly ethereal.

“Mrs. Gojo. Or should I say Y/N.” Sending her a small smile

‘I hope I don’t look like a fool.’

“Ms. Itadori is fine.”

My heart sinks a bit. She’s still my wife. But why claim her given name instead of her maiden name.

Shit.

“Right.” Clearing my throat “Have a seat. I heard you sealed the agreement with Mr. and Mrs. Fushiguro.”

Taking a seat across from me. She is glowing. Divine.

“I did.”

“That’s good. Thank you.”

“Please don’t punish the three that were originally sent. They couldn’t get through Mr. Fushiguro, he was quite stubborn.”

“I won’t. if that’s what my wife wants.”

Silence followed. Did I fuck up? Shit.

Clearing my throat.

“How have you been these days Y/N?”

“Good, how about you, Mr. Gojo.”

“Just Satoru. We are married.”

“But no one at work knows that. let’s keep it that way for now.” her eyes were cold. no emotion in her face.

“Do you ever plan on uh.. coming back to the house.”

“No. It’s best for both of us to keep it as is.”

feeling a lump in my throat. swallowing it.

“Are you sure? It's been 4 years. wasn't that enough.”

Hand being placed over her face “Goj-“

“Satoru. It’s Satoru. I won’t correct you again.”

Sigh “I’ll be taking my leave. If you’ll excuse me.”

“You aren’t excused. Sit down and Let’s finish this conversation.”

“Satoru. We both know this marriage won’t go anywhere. It’s best that for now we keep it hidden until we can get the divorce. and never talk about this again.”

“You’re right”

I don’t know why. It ever occurred to me to say this. Maybe I was heartbroken by the fact that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. or the fact that she said this marriage wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Let’s have an open marriage.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Leaving without excusing herself.

Fuck I need a drink.

“Suguru, are you free tonight?”

“Did i fuck up?”

“Obviously you fucking did!” placing his face into his hands “Poor Y/N. out of everyone! you should know that she never wanted to marry y.. and after what she went through with her brother.. grieving is a long process you out of everyone should know that Satoru..”

“I just-“

“You made yourself look like a dick! You should apologize to her.” A stern look came across my best friend’s features

“How though? We don’t even live together. and she said that this marriage wouldn’t go anywhere. She doesn’t wear her ring. she doesn’t use her maiden name… and well.. I thought an open marriage is what she wanted.”

“You know what’s worse than a loveless marriage. An open one.” Sigh “and she said that the marriage wasn’t going to work right?”

“Yes” Drinking what was left in my glass, sending a burning sensation down my throat. Not fully clearing the lump that was left.

Now pinching his nose “You two are impossible… What happened to you two back in high school?”

Now earning a bit of my interest “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean you two were.. so. IN LOVE DAMN IT! The way you two looked at eachother was so sickening yet adorable! when you two were set for marriage I thought. shit even Shoko, Nanami, Utahime.. EVERYONE thought you two would have an amazing marriage! Yet you both are cowards..”

Now in shock of what Suguru just spewed out, feeling my face slowly warm up. “Stop pulling shit from your ass, it's not cute. dude.” Turning away

UGH! “Listen just” Sigh “This open marriage shit is fucking stupid. So I suggest you tell her that it was a mistake. Before you two ruin this marriage completely.”

Arriving home to a cold, empty, and huge house.

Alone.

I thought marriage would be a lovely experience for myself. At this point we should’ve already had two or three children running around.

But I was and still am a coward. If I hadn’t rebelled, against those old fucks. Who to this day is still breathing down my neck about a child.

A son.

Y/N didn’t want to marry me. She knew since the very beginning that they would demand a child from her. Taking away her freedom, her passions.

To slowly drain her.

“You are to Marry Y/N Itadori. She has already agreed to marry You. Gojo Satoru.”

“By choice?”

“What was that?”

“I am asking if she agreed to marry me by choice.”

“Why of course she was crying tears of joy at the news!”

To only find out she wasn’t at all excited. What a fool I was.

“Mother, are you sure about these arrangements?”

“Why of course Satoru dear. Please trust your mother. You and Y/N will marry in three days.”

Arriving in front of a house that was familiar to me.

Knock Knock

“Good evening Mrs. Gojo and Mr. Gojo.” Bowing slightly in our presence. Leading us to the dinning hall. The two brothers Sukuna and Jin look up to meet my gaze. Sukuna seemed angry while Jin seemed worried. “Ah! Satoru and Mrs. Gojo, thank you for joining us for dinner. My daughter Y/N will be here shortly.” Standing up to seat my mother “Thank you for inviting us Mr. Itadori, you all look well put together.”

A woman burst into the room “Where is Yuji?” Jin stood up in panic “My love he isn’t with you” “No No! Where is Yuji!” The woman on the verge of tears who I suppose is looking for her child.

“He is here Kaori” A small child with pink hair in the arms of the woman I am soon to marry talking to her in pure bliss. “Ah! Yuji! I was so scared” Letting out a shaky breath “Thank you Y/N” Offering her warm smile that has me holding in my breath “He lost his way, and ended up in my room. Asking me so many questions.” “I was asking aunty how to tie my shoe! and why are some animals small and others big” A small child began to ramble away in his very detailed questions, he looks a lot like his father Jin.

“I can teach you how to tie your shoes later, Yuji for now-“ “No! I want Aunty to show me!” In his most stern voice “Don’t speak to me like that young man-“ interrupted by Y/N “Of course my love i’ll show you, Bunny ears, bunny ears, playing by a tree. Criss-crossed the tree, trying to catch me. Bunny ears, bunny ears, jumped into the hole, popped out the other side” Looking up at me “beautiful and bold.” The result of this lesson was a cheerful and loud Yuji running around showing everyone him tying his shoelace “Look! Look! My Aunty taught me!” Everyone laughing at this display

Overhearing Mr. Itadori and my Mother’s exchange “She’ll be an excellent Mother” “She will let’s hope they conceive quickly.”

So dinner begins.

“Y/N.” Of course my Mother is the one to start this whole mess “Yes, Mrs. Gojo.” giving my mother her full attention “Tell me do you wish for children.” Her eyes widened in surprise glancing towards me, I was just in shock “W-well I wouldn’t mind children. But don’t you think it’s too early to discuss that. Mrs. Gojo.” Laughing at her comments “Of course not it’s never too early for children after all they are a blessing!” “Mother-“ “I am speaking Satoru.” Silencing me in the process

“Mrs. Gojo, are you aware that this marriage is only benefiting your family and not ours in the slightest.” Sukuna finally speaks up “Sukuna please don’t.” Jin trying to calm him down. His nostrils flare up “I wouldn’t be interfering if Y/N wasn’t being forced into this shitty marriage with no say in it” My mother ready to defend herself “Well-“ “And you want my sister in this marriage to have a child. This marriage is loveless, there was no courting involved or blessing from any of us. Un-Fucking-Believable” Slamming the table down and walking away “Sukuna Hey!” Jin chasing after his brother “Sorry about him Mrs. Gojo.” Her father is quick to apologize

“Excuse me.” Y/N rising from her seat “Y/N! Y/N get back here young lady!” Her father calling after her.

Her pace only quickened.

I wanted to write a section with Gojo’s point of view i’ll probably write more in the future of his perspective on this sad marriage please look forward to it. Thank you for reading!

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk gojo #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #eventual smut

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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Writing a Nanami fluff based off these prompts I found cuz it just seemed way too cute. And I could literally see gojo and nanami going back and forth about this lmaoo

Nanami Kento x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Nanami Kento takes his job too seriously. He doesn’t like to bring emotions or any personal matters into work. However, his coworker, Gojo Satoru, it tired of seeing him in denial, wasting his opportunity to just be with you already.

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“Alright. I think that’s everything. I should go file these away now.” You chimed as you collected the last few papers from you’re coworker, Nanami.

“You don’t have to do those you know. I could do it for you. You shouldn’t take on more of a workload than you need to.” He says gently.

“Are you questioning my ability to handle my own job, Kento?” You tease him, a small smile on your face. Nanami quickly becomes flustered, worried he offended you. Scrambling over his words to try and fix his mistake. Make it more clear about what he intended.

You laugh at him, placing a hand on his chest as reassurance. “I’m joking, Kento. Thank you for the offer but I got this. Plus, you’re no longer a business man, right? Wouldn’t want you filing paper work again. Could bring back nightmares.” You tease once more, giving his chest a small pat.

Nanami hoped you couldn’t feel his heart about to beat out of his chest. Your presence alone was enough to make his stomach a swarm of butterflies. But your laugh, god your laugh. It was enough to give him a heart attack right on the spot. How much smaller your hand felt in comparison to his chest. The fact that you felt so comfortable to touch him to begin with. You were driving him mad.

“Alright see you two later!” You call out, waving your hand goodbye as you twirl on your heel to make your way back into the building to deal with the reports of your latest mission.

Two? Who was two? Nanami questioned to himself. He was so entranced by you that he’d forgotten that Gojo was also there. His body becomes rigid again, finally remembering that his coworker was there the entire time to witness all that. Hopefully that blindfold of his actually partially blinded him.

Gojo, however, had witnessed it all. But it barely fazed him at this point. He was more agitated than anything. He’s been watching his two coworkers practically flirt on the down-low for how long now? He’s lost count! But he was tired of seeing it and nothing happening. A slick smile stretching across his face as he couldn’t help but think of a way to irritate his favorite coworker.

“If there’s nothing going on there, you don’t mind if I ask Y/N out, do you?” Gojo holds back his laughter.

Nanami is quick to turn to the white haired man and give him a glare.

“No.” Nanami says sternly. His emotions getting the better of him. He instantly regretted it, knowing this had practically exposed him.

“Ah, so there is something going on?” He further teases.

“There isn’t.” Nanami says sternly once again, his arms folding over his chest. “We’re just…. Coworkers.”

“Coworkers,” Gojo mocks, “Don’t look at each other that way.”

Nanami freezes for a bit. He was embarrassed that Gojo was able to see how you both looked at each other. Of course, Nanami always denied it. He refused to believe that the look in your eyes when you saw him was genuine. The way your eyes would always light up when you would absentmindedly turn your head and catch a glimpse of him. The way you couldn’t break eye contact with him even if you tried, hanging on to every word that came out of his mouth. Even if it was all about work, you always seemed so sucked into him. Not wanting to deviate you’re attention elsewhere. Because if you did, you feared he might lose his interest as well.

Gojo snickers to himself, finding it funny to see how silent the blonde man went after his statement. Gojo could clearly see the gears turning in Nanami’s head.

“You’re in denial.” Gojo sings out, clearly wanting to tease Nanami some more.

“I’m not in denial!” Nanami quickly snaps back. Feeling his cheeks starting to burn and his heart pumping fast in his chest. He goes to adjust his glasses to try and hide his blush.

Gojo laughs once more, “You’re so full of shit. Come on! You’re in love with them!” He draped his arm across Nanami’s shoulders and pats his chest with his other free hand.

Nanami keeps his arms crossed, looking straight forward as he recollects himself. Managing to get his pesky emotions in check again.

“It’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t. We just care for each other as coworkers. Possibly friends. But either way, we have a risky job. It’s just normal to care for your coworkers when one day everything could go south. It’s platonic. All the way. Nothing more. Don’t pester me about it.” Nanami starts to lose his cool again towards the end of his ramble.

He often thought about that. How you both do have a dangerous job. One day a mission could go horribly wrong. And in the worst case scnerio, the last thing he’d be able to do with you is file away your name into a forbidden cabinet forever. And live the rest of his life in regret that he never was able to tell you how crazy you made him. How he could never stop thinking about you. How he loved the way you looked up at him when he called your name. How easily your name slips from his mouth, leaving the sweetest taste behind. How desperately he just wanted to hold you in his arms and fall asleep with you like that, just to sleep in the next morning and wake up with you still next to him. Your hair messy from tossing and turning in your sleep but no matter how “unflattering” you would say you look in the morning he personally could never get enough of it.

“God, just, put us all out of our misery and admit it already.” Gojo groaned, his hands deep in his pockets, throwing his head back in defeat. Nanami was in so much denial it was now physically painful to watch.

“Us?” Nanami questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah! You two are so obvious! It’s clear to everyone that you both are absolutely head over heels for each other. It doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out. Kind of giving me a headache at this point with nothing happening about it.” Gojo exclaims.

“You’re calling me an idiot?”

“If you still think that you don’t have feeling for Y/N, then yeah, absolutely.”

Nanami knew he couldn’t deny it anymore. He knew everyone could see right through him. He hated how transparent he was being but you just had that affect on him. It was hard being able to control himself around you. He felt like a stupid teenager again. Not being able to control himself around his silly little crush. Blushing like an idiot anytime you teased him or called out his name from your sweet lips. His palms getting sweaty every time you were in his presence because you made his heart pump that fast that he’d get so nervous he would start to sweat.

Nanami lets out a sigh of defeat. He looked at the ground. His mind still racking with what he should do. He didn’t want to be unprofessional and date a coworker. But he also knew that that was bullshit. Dating a coworker couldn’t go that haywire as media likes to put it, right? And he knew you both were smart. He knew your feelings for each other wouldn’t affect work. Nanami believed in you to remain professional, even if you were to give him a quick goodbye kiss before either of you left for a mission.

Gojo grabs Nanami’s shoulder and turns him to be facing one another.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t feel something for Y/N.” His blindfold still securely on his face. Nanami furrows his brows, knowing Gojo is being an idiot on purpose now.

“Your blindfold is on, idiot. I can’t look you in the eyes.”

“Exactly!” Gojo exclaims, “Can’t look me in the eyes, can’t tell me you don’t like Y/N, which means you totally do!NowDoSomethingAboutIt!!!” He says quickly at the end, both of his hand gripping Nanami’s shoulders as he shakes him.

Nanami swats Gojo’s hand off his shoulders as he lets out another heavy sigh. He was no longer in denial about his own feelings, but he was still skeptical of yours. What if he had some kind of filter on you that made him think you liked him back? A filter making him believe that everything you did was an act of love because that’s what he wanted to believe. That’s what he wanted from you because of his stupid little crush on you. Nanami didn’t want to risk making things awkward between the two of you. Even if you two were only friends for the rest of your lives, at least he’d still have you in his life. He didn’t want to risk it.

“Y/N’s everything to me. Everything I ever wanted,” he sighs again, now looking at his coworker, “I don’t want to risk losing them as a friend.”

Gojo could see the pain and conflict in Nanami’s face. He voice lowering and becoming more serious. “You really don’t see it, do you? You know that’s not the case. Y/N adores you.” He places a hand on Nanami’s shoulder once more. Slightly squeezing it as reassurance. Gojo was always goofy, but he knew when to be serious. He knew that this could be a lot on Nanami. Gojo wanted to make sure that Nanami knew that he had his back. He would never set up his friend for failure like that.

“Opening up, and being vulnerable about your feelings can be extremely hard, I get that, Nanami. I understand the worries that you have. But trust me, it hurts far more worse to have never told that person how you truly felt about them. To live the rest of your life thinking that maybe something could have happened. A relationship could have been there in place of the stupid euphoric jitters you get of being near your crush. Yeah, there’s no guarantee of the future. But stressing over it makes it worse. Because then you’ll get stuck in the past of what you could have done better. We’re only given once chance during present time, so we always got to make it count. And if you don’t go into that building, right now, and tell Y/N how you feel. You will regret it.”

Nanami was moved by Gojo’s words. He’s never seen him more serious before. He looks down and gives a slight nod. “Thank you…” he says quietly, almost inaudible. Gojo smiles and pats the blonde’s shoulder. Nanami starts to run towards the building you had disappeared into earlier.

Nanami runs up the steps, hoping you hadn’t gone home yet. He needed to catch you right here and right now.

You had just finished filing away the paperwork and were now walking down the hallway, thinking about what you could have for dinner.

Heavy footsteps quickly making their way up the stairs as you were still stuck in your thoughts. You turn to start to making your way down the stairs when you almost collide with someone else.

“Oh!” You exclaim as you stumble back. “I’m so sorry!” You chime out, apologizing to whomever you almost crashed in to.

“Y/N… you’re still here…” Nanami lets out between small breathes.

“Oh! Kento! It’s you!” You say happily. Butterflies starting to flutter in your stomach and chest.

“I… I need to tell you something…” Nanami lets out quietly. His ears and cheeks burning as he grew more and more nervous.

He steps up the stairs so that he’s on the same floor as you. Standing extremely close as he looks down at you. You look up at him, wondering what he wanted to talk about. His arms twitch at his sides, holding back the urge to hold you in his embrace.

He removes his glasses and stows them away into his pockets as he starts to stumble over his words. He brings his hand to the back of his neck to try and soothe his nerves.

“I’ve just been thinking lately... Um…I’m struggling to find the words…” he scoffs to himself, smiling slightly, embarrassed with how shy he was acting. His eyes avoiding your gaze.

“It’s alright…” you let out quietly. “I’m not in a rush. I want to hear what you have to say.”

Nanami’s heart flutters. He loves how patient you always were, especially with him.

“Do you think that this, us…” he talks quietly, now bold enough to meet your gaze, “do you think that it could be something more?”

You were taken aback. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He confessed right now, right? Just now? That was a confession? Your crush just asked you to be… more??

“More…” you repeated back in a daze. “Like… more than friends? As in… date…?”

Nanami started to grow more nervous. This wasn’t a rejection was it?

“Yes…” he nods. “I think I’m falling in love with you…” without thinking, his hands are drawn to you. His larger hand holds onto your arm as the other pushes aside stray hairs to cup your face. His face getting dangerously close to yours.

“In love with me…?” You repeat again, your eyes now locked on his lips.

“Very much…” he whispers back, his warm breath touching your burning cheeks.

Your hands slide up his chest as you feel your heart racing. How long it was taking him to just kiss you already felt like a painful tease. Your hands continue to glide up Nanami, finally reaching around his neck and into his hair.

“God, just kiss me already…” you let out barely above a whisper, moving yourself closer into him so you could close the space between your lips. Both melting into the warm embrace of each other. Sparks starting in your lips and traveling to the rest of your body. It felt like sparks and butterflies in your head, taking over any coherent thoughts. Nanami’s strong arms take hold of you even tighter, deepening the kiss. You both release with a smack as you both let out small heaves of breath.

He moves hair out of your face again as his thumb gently glide against your cheek. A wide smile stretching across his face and nothing but adoration in his eyes. He starts to laugh a little, getting shy once more. Nanami tucks his head into your shoulder to hide his goofy smile and embarrassing blush as you laugh along with him.

“I was making plans for dinner if you wanted to join me…” you say softly. Nanami places an innocent kiss on your neck, “I would love to…”

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