#gojo X y/n

[ih8simps]

“I’m sleeping at my place tonight” SMAU

Pt 1 featuring Gojo, Yuuta, & Suguru

Saw this prank on TikTok and I loved it entirely too much

[kashverse]

anything for gojo your majesty🎤🎤

if you are not a nicki minaj fan i'm sorry

gojo being a stay-at-home dad was a double-edged sword. on one hand, babytoru was getting an absurd amount of quality time with her father—on the other hand, that quality time often involved questionable educational choices. you had expected him to teach her something useful. math, maybe. how to read kanji. literally anything that would benefit her future. 

instead, you walked into the living room to find your six-year-old sitting cross-legged in front of the plasma tv, gripping a pink crayon like her life depended on it, while gojo stood in front of the screen, pointing dramatically at an image of nicki minaj like he was delivering a ted talk.

"okay, kid, write this down," he said, flipping the remote in his hand like a mic. "in the beginning, there was mixtape nicki. underground legend. 'playtime is over,' 'sucka free,' 'beam me up scotty'—pure heat. this was when she really started cookin’. had wayne and drake in a chokehold. also, fun fact, this was when she still had the super thick ny accent—"

he glanced down at babytoru's notebook, then did a double take.

"baby, what the hell is this?"

she beamed up at him, proudly holding up a page where she had written, in large, wobbly pink crayon letters: nickee menaj.

gojo let out a long, dramatic sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "baby, this is unacceptable. you’re taking notes like a casual. like an unserious student."

"but i don’t know how to spell her name," she pouted, fidgeting with her crayon. he crouched down to her level, gripping her tiny shoulders. "listen to me. nicki minaj is a spelling bee champion. do you understand how embarrassing it would be if we couldn't spell her name right?"

babytoru gasped. "she is??"

"not officially, but spiritually," he said solemnly. "now fix it. it's n-i-c-k-i. no ‘e’s in this house."

she quickly erased and rewrote, murmuring under her breath, "n-i-c-k-i… no ‘e’s in this house…"

"good, good," gojo nodded approvingly. "okay, now where were we? ah, yes. pink friday, her debut album. iconic. certified classic. if you ask me, 'roman’s revenge' is the best track—insane flows, legendary bars. ‘did it on 'em’—a cultural reset. but of course, we can’t forget ‘super bass,’ which single-handedly raised a generation of barbz."

babytoru scribbled furiously.

"now, next, we have roman reloaded, where she gave us pop nicki—think ‘starships,’ think ‘pound the alarm.’ polarizing, but the range? undeniable." he paced the living room like a professor mid-lecture. 

"then we enter the pinkprint era. arguably her magnum opus. heartbreak, bars, versatility—this is where we have ‘anaconda,’ ‘only,’ ‘feeling myself’—"

you cleared your throat loudly.

gojo froze. babytoru turned to look at you, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “mama! did you know nicki minaj is a spelling bee champion?”

you stared at your husband, who was now whistling innocently.  "satoru. why is our daughter taking notes on nicki minaj like this is a university lecture?"

"because it is," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "this is the history they don’t teach in school. i’m simply filling in the gaps."

"what about, i don’t know, actual school subjects?"

"she’s learning literacy," he argued, gesturing to her notebook.

"she spelled her name wrong five minutes ago."

"papa taught me how to fix it!" babytoru chirped.

"see? she’s improving already," he grinned. "also, i’d like to point out that this is a music history class, actually. next period is music theory, where we’ll be analyzing nicki’s rhyme schemes and cadence."

you pinched the bridge of your nose. "satoru—"

"babe, come onnnnn. you of all people should understand the importance of culture."

before you could respond, he clapped his hands together. "alright, break’s over! babytoru, let’s talk about queen. underrated era, but still solid. ‘chun-li’ was a moment. oh, and don’t even get me started on ‘good form’—"

you sighed. maybe it wasn’t entirely useless. at least she was learning something.

but when you glanced at her notes again and saw "all these beaches are my suns" written in pink crayon, you decided you needed to intervene.

[rosy-hollow]

Gojo who's a little shit and doesn't tell his students that he's seeing someone until he comes to school with a gorgeous ring on his finger that Nobara notices immediately.

"Oi! Gojo-Sensei! Where the hell did you get that ring from?!" she eyes him warily. "You didn't steal it, did you?"

Gojo gapes at her in mock offense. "Kugisaki, I'm hurt! How could you think so low of me?!" he presses the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically.

Megumi just rolls his eyes from his desk, reading quietly as Yuji watches the two with fervent interest. The ravenette knew his sensei's antics by now - after all, he had met Gojo's lover - you - himself.

You weren't entirely a secret - he knew, Shoko knew, Nanami knew - so why Gojo had forgone telling his fellow classmates was solely because Gojo liked to be annoying.

Tuning back into the conversation - Megumi hears Yuji pipe up, intervening between Kugisaki and Gojo's bickering.

"What're they like, Gojo-sensei?" Yuji asks, and Gojo gets a dreamy look in his eyes that makes Megumi groan internally.

"Oh Yuji, she's the sweetest! She's the most gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, decadent, alluring, attractive, bewitching, irresistable, ravishing, magnificent, stunning, heavenly, hot-"

"OKAY- You can stop now." Nobara interrupts loudly, eyebrow twitching as she cringes from her sensei's strange demeanor.

"- woman ever." Gojo finishes with a big grin, and Megumi wants to facepalm.

Nobara snorts, still not believing him. "Knowing you, Sensei- you'd probably have bought a ring for the hell of it and pretend you have a fiancé just so that you don't seem like a single loser."

Gojo gapes in shock. "My wife is very real thank you very much- you're just jealous." He sniffs, pouting childishly.

Nobara stares at him unamused. "1- 'she's' not your wife yet, and either way, she still probably doesn't exist! And why the hell would I be jealous of you-"

Megumi stops listening after that, but he can't help but feel a little bad for Kugisaki.

Knowing Gojo, he's just going to be even more annoying about it.

So, when Nobara does finally meet you - Mrs. Gojo-to-be, let's just say, though she hates to admit it, Gojo wasn't wrong.

Bewitching, irresistable, ravishing- whatever.

she begrudingly slides Megumi a 10 dollar bill after the whole ordeal was over.

A/N: lowk think gojo forgot to tell yuji and nobara about you and was too cocky to admit it

[xo2dee]

NOW LOADING. .

JJK MASTERLIST

OPIA/GOJO NSFW WEEK 2023 - DAY SIX: MONSTER FUCKING

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Succubus!Reader, monster fucking, vaginal sex, marathon sex, slight aphrodisiacs, creampie. WORD COUNT: 1,928 SUMMARY: Maybe he'd learn not to open anymore strange books. Or: You bond your soul to Gojo's forever.

A/N: this is more drabble-esque more than anything. also, i like the idea of monster!readers more than anything

The man whose lap you sat on was sooooo responsive, his hips jutting upwards into your pussy at each twitch of your body and causing a sloppy mess atop his thighs from the combined fluids of you both. Your thighs locked securely around him, promising him with skin that you’d not be leaving him any time in the future, and he wasn’t keen on letting you go with the hold he had on your waist. How many times had it been? You weren’t too bothered to count, focusing on the man below you and promising the pleasure you had been asked to give.

“Slow,” he whined out, too straight and white teeth gritted whenever you rocked a fraction faster to gauge his reaction. He was also incredibly observant, calculating your movements and countering them much to your ire, but you supposed that was what made him fun and had you making sure he kept cumming until you were satisfied.

You giggled and nuzzled your nose into his warm cheek, “You’re such a good boy. I’m so glad you set me free.”

His eyes rolled back at the praise, tensed abs shuddering above rolling hips as another round of cum pulsed free from his cock and coated your insides, no doubt dripping out of you onto the bed and across his thighs. You sighed and kissed his cheek, fingers wisping through his hair in fondness as you stopped for the moment to bask in another successful round.

Adorable man. Really, you weren’t sure what he was expecting messing with an ancient tome.

That wretched, old book had been your personal Hell for hundreds of years, and you had leaped at the chance when you felt someone nosing around in the pages to use your magic to goad them into saying the incantation that would finally free you from your cage. Luckily the poor soul was none the wiser, quickly reciting the words after you had flipped the page using a small gust of wind to get his attention and cheering when he murmured them in the small space of the bedroom. And with a small burst of light, you were free, the limbs of your body manifesting in a lethargic stretch as you lounged across the bed and met eyes with the man who so generously freed you.

The man that had been across from your newly conjured body was irrevocably handsome, and as far as humans went he stood out amongst them with a shock of white hair atop his head and very vivid blue eyes. You complimented him on that as well, telling him that you hadn’t seen a human as beautiful as you in a rather long time, and getting glee out of watching him struggle to not look at your nude body and the compliment you paid him. He was oh-so tall as well, something that was a personal preference of your own and had you pining for his attention (because you never pined for someone, your species had people pining for you), and practically purring in satisfaction when you got it.

“Are you a curse?” he had asked, apprehension clear in his body language and poised to strike if you so much as made a wrong move.

You had tapped a long nail onto the bed, pouting at such a nasty word that was used to describe you and batted your eyelashes, “Hardly. I can be anything you want me to be now that you freed me.” Flexing your throat, you had altered your vocal cords, voice coming out raspier and wanton and gotten your desired response. He was curious about you, sitting down close to you as he questioned you more, and once you had made your… ‘profession’ known, his attitude all but changed and had you antsy for a touch.

Be that as it may, perhaps you were a monster in some people’s eyes, and for that you asked him if he was completely sure of what he desired of you, garnering enthusiastic consent that would make the pleasure all the more mind-blowing for you both.

You liked the way he looked at you as well, something about his eyes that made your thighs clench with impending anticipation.

No one ever made you feel like that.

Your hips rolled as your tail wriggled out from behind you, the tip you maneuvered down to toy with his balls while his hands tightened the hold he had on your waist. Perhaps it would’ve hurt if you were human, yet it was nothing more than a slight pinch, yet you were more focused on the way his dick carved out your insides and the way he was getting drunk off of your titillating movements. You had made sure to mention that your cunt held aphrodisiacs, yet he’d been none too swayed to finally bury himself inside of you once you sat yourself in his lap, letting you hold the reins and ride him until he was burying every last drop of his cum inside of you. Yours was affecting him as well, allowing him to continue as most men weren’t able to keep cumming maybe two to three times in one setting, and your cum also held more aphrodisiacs that affected your partner and you.

It was a nice touch, having cum that would spur on an unfathomable desire to continue having sex for you and your partner, it was probably the only nice part of your body having it. Well, most of your body did, your saliva held it the most, but you weren’t about to kiss him when you wanted his head clearer for what you were doing.

The man below you shuddered and groaned, your slow lovemaking creating tendrils of sweat to slide down your foreheads and bodies, and you hummed in satisfaction with the tip of cock pushed against your cervix and he hissed when you clenched around him. Wings spreading out from your back, you fanned him, nibbling on the corners of his lips as you bounced a little faster in order to chase after your own approaching orgasm. You could tell he was building back up as well, his little chase after you when you moved up to have your cunt suck his cock back in and mold him to your insides so that he could tell of his desperation for you.

You sighed and ran your nails along his chest, tugging a nipple as you went and leaving scratches in your wake until you were tickling him across his twitching abdomen, “You’re gonna make me cum again… Such a sweet boy for me.” Affection coursed through you; you didn’t think you’d be able to let him go after you got free. Then again… who’s to say he wouldn’t want to come with you? You nearly laughed at the idea of you two having so much fun, sticking your face back into his neck and biting the skin to leave a hickey.

He was yours.

He mumbled something after a moment, causing you to raise your head and meet his eyes to prod him to repeat it. He looked slightly embarrassed, cheeks red and eyes glossy before he repeated himself, “Satoru.”

“Hm?” Another hard roll downwards onto his cock and he choked, before wrapping one arm firmly around you.

“My name is Satoru,” he mumbled into your throat, his legs stretching out behind you both and before his thrusts became desperate and punishing, and blunt teeth finding their way onto your ear as he whispered hotly into it while a warm palm pressed down onto your naval, “And I want you say it when you cum.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, branching off into a moan of his name as your world exploded into colors and you came again for nth time that night. Your back arched backwards, breasts heaving into his face as those pink lips latched onto one of your nipples, and you crossed your ankles around his back while your pussy pulsed and clenched around his scorching cock. Tail whipping behind you wildly, you completely missed the hum emitting from the hand he had pressed against your naval, focusing on the mind-blurring pleasure that you only assumed was from your conjoined pleasure. His sounds were nearly drowned out by you and slaps of your ass against his thighs, yet all it took was another sigh of his name and your tail brushing against his balls for him to cum for you again.

Satoru. You were sure you’d get used to saying that name for eternity.

He didn’t last long after you, another whining grunt as his body curled in on itself and he shot another load of cum into you, panting into your neck as you both sat there for a few seconds to catch your breaths. Your recovery time was within a minute, though you knew considering Satoru’s rising fatigue he wouldn’t have been able to go on much longer. It made you purse your lips and configure a plan, deciding against just taking him with you and instead asking him – after all, you didn’t want to potentially lose a new lover.

However, once you moved to pull away from him (perhaps to throw him on his back that time), you paused, an unknown force snatching you back into him and a quick check of your magic had you freezing. You tried to force it free from within you, but it was to no avail, realizing with a quick check in something was anchored to your soul. Carefully you met his eyes, taking note of the smug smile on his face and realizing he had one-upped you. He knew the entire time – How the Hell did he…?

“You –”

Satoru laughed – laughed, and curled both arms around you, one hand reaching down to toy with the base of your tail to make you clench and moan for him, “I just had to be sure. You said you weren’t a curse, but curses can come in all shapes and forms born from humanity, and I figured the tome was a cursed object holding an even worse curse inside of it.” He leant forward and rested his chin atop your shoulder, all but hugging you while he amused himself with playing with your tail, “Don’t get so upset, it was the only logical solution.”

“So, you just… bonded our souls together?” He was mad. Insane. Did he realize what it all meant? You two were practically soulmates and had a combined joint of abilities. But given that he knew exactly what to do to tie you both together, you understood that he knew, and he wanted it. And oh, he made your heart sore. The initial shock wore off, realizing you’d be able to stay with him for as long as you liked since you were all but attached to the hip.

You were his.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about it anyways.” A bite on your shoulder made you sigh, muscles relaxing and limbs pooling into his hold like liquid gold, “Now… won’t you tell me what you really are? I have a clear idea though.”

You smiled, pulling his face away from your shoulder as you cupped his cheeks and murmured lovingly against his lips, “We have a long time for you figure it out.”

And as the book fell to the floor when Satoru rolled himself on top of you, you watched his eyes follow across the word for what he had gotten himself into and tied his soul to for eternity.

Succubi.

[specialgradefckr]

it's been a long day for you, nerd gojo's personal bully.

shoving gojo into a locker. him getting a boner because he's a freak. locking him in there and having to pull him out.

by the time you arrive at your part-time job, you're already ready for the shift to be over. scan some items, restock some stuff, sweep and clean and clock right out.

unfortunately, today, you have a visitor.

a familiar voice saying your name. which you still haven't told him he could use.

you try not to make eye contact. it's so uncomfortable, so cringey.

why did a rich kid like him even go to shitty convenience stores like this? was his private chef taking a 15 minute break?

you feel heat rising in your cheeks. desperately you wish for him to just leave, to not talk at all, but even if he did he'd probably talk to you at school about it -

"earth to - AHEM! hello! it's nice to see you, i didn't know you worked here!" gojo chirps, lounging in front of your cash register.

he's dumped a giant pile of treats on there. knowing him, he'd eat all of them, too.

you notice one of your favorites in the pile... now you're even more hungry. the last thing you ate was the lunch you normally steal from gojo, because he screwed up getting you a snack from a vending machine.

there's nothing at home, and you're saving money to go to college, you can't waste money on premade food.

he notices your scowl and giggles. not a chuckle, a giggle. god, he's so lame.

"what's wroooong?" gojo drawls, or tries to. but he's so lame he just looks stupid. then again, he always looks stupid.

leaning over the counter, he tries to lower his head enough to look up at your face as you scan the items. "heheh... you're mad 'cause you can't bully me?"

you're struck by the unpleasant sight of his stupid weird face staring up at you with his big weird eyes. his stupid sunglasses (it's night time. loser.) sliding down his nose.

it must show on your face. "come on! you gotta be nice to me! i'm a paying customer!"

gojo's face has always had this really punchable quality to it, one that made it hard to look away from. but he's never been quite as punchable as he is right now.

you feel your cheeks heat up. from the proximity, of course.

"your total is-" you begin very loudly, enough for him to jump back suddenly.

he twists his mouth, handing you his card, "come ooooon. you don't wanna talk? you're free right now!" he gestures to the completely empty store, "wanna come snack with me?"

you do, actually, but that would require spending time with his insufferable ass, and also agreeing with him.

"i'm on the clock, you moron," you snap, scanning his card and handing him his receipt, "get lost. and don't come here again."

you put his things in a bag and hand them to him. he sighs, pulling something out - coincidentally, the treat you'd been eyeing earlier.

"come on, really?" he whines, like the whiner he is. you don't respond.

he takes a long moment biting into it. making eye contact with you.

(well, he's trying to. you aren't willing to torment yourself with the sight of his ugly mug any longer.)

he starts sort of. side-stepping his way out, in the lamest way possible, shuffling so he can keep looking at you until he's at the door.

freak.

when he's at the door, he sighs as if greatly put upon. "see you tomorrow!" he calls out, which you ignore, "same place, same time~"

you ignore this too. right up until you see him discard his half-eaten treat straight into the garbage while he pushes the door open to exit.

and, well. maybe it's because you're hungry. maybe it's because he says he'll come again.

maybe it's just your natural killer instincts as a bully.

you dart past the counter, snatching satoru by the arm and yanking him back into the store. right next to the trash can.

"whoa, whOA, what - "

"pick it back up."

gojo blinks his big blue dumb eyes at you. "what?"

"you didn't finish eating it," you shove him so he's leaning over the trash can, "pick it up."

"you can't be seri-"

you shove his head straight into the trash can, and gojo yelps, muffled.

"hey! hey! let me out, let me out, i'll get it-"

you hold his head down as he struggles against you (weakly, like the lanky nerd loser he is), until his crying starts to grate on your nerves.

"pick it up with your mouth."

"what?" he's still muffled, "with my mouth? that's so gross-"

"do it, nerd," you seethe, shoving his face further into the trash until you hear a crushing sound.

"okay okay! let me up a little, i'll do it, i'll do it!"

you barely hear him through the trash his face is now buried in. huh, you did need to empty the trash can soon. you'll have him do that next.

so much for being nice to your customer.

...no one will check the security cameras, right?

giving gojo just barely enough room to move around, you wait a moment until he starts to grunt and pull his head back up.

when you let him go, he's got the half-eaten snack in his mouth, like a dog with a treat.

he is kind of like a dog, isn't he?

gojo quickly takes it out of his mouth to complain, but you shove it right back in.

"finish it." you glower.

he doesn't argue with you anymore, quietly eating while his face is red and sticky. he sniffles a little, like a pathetic puppy digging for sympathy.

"what's the big deal," he mutters, "it's just cheap junk food."

you can almost feel your stomach growling. you try to pretend you don't hear-

"oh, are you hungry?" gojo brightens noticeably, "we can go out, my treat-"

the fury of a thousand suns rains upon him in the form of your glare. "finish it."

he swallows. quickly eats the rest of the treat. "there! do you wanna-"

"and take the trash out," you say, striding back to the desk, looking for the trash bags.

"what? isn't that your job?" gojo whines as he obediently pulls the bag out.

for once in his worthless existence, he is correct, but this is immaterial, because he is also stupid, and annoying, and the least he can do is make up for it by taking this task off your hands.

"do. it." gojo rushes out with the trash. he's back in just a few seconds.

by then you've put the new bag in, and you put a hand on his chest as he tries to enter through the door.

"okay, good enough. get lost, nerd."

gojo's face reddens, his eyes flicking down to your hand on his chest, and then your eyes.

what's up with him? his shoulders shift and for a moment you feel his chest flex, like there's any muscle on his scrawny -

shoving him back, you turn straight around, darting right to the counter and quickly grabbing some random items from underneath the front desk to stock.

you don't look up from under the table until you hear the door close.

...

...

...ugh. it's warm in here.

"i'm telling you. suguru, it's SUPER EFFECTIVE!" "dude, there's no way this lame ass flexing impressed her." "what do you mean lame? not every girl likes muscles that are huge, suguru! they're noticeable, but not overt. very mindful, very demure." "this is why she bullies you, satoru." "i'm lean. elegant. gracefu- WHOA!" "heh. graceful, right?" "you literally tripped me! anyways. she was blushing! it was the cutest thing ever! she put her hand on my chest-" "willingly? i doubt it." "she DID! and then i flexed for her and she turned around immediately-" "now that i believe." "but before she did, i swear i saw her blush! i'm getting through to her, suguru! our relationship is getting closer by the day!" "ugh... you could start a cult with this level of delusion." "oh my god, should i? i could dedicate it entirely to her! do you think she'd be into that? i think she would, but she's too tsundere to admit it, hehe... i could build a shrine." (suguru is starting to think satoru is not the victim in this relationship.)

[strychnynegirl]

@madamechrissy Has done it again, with another fic that made me laugh and cry. This is so beautifully written and Dr. Gojo now owns a piece of my heart. Love this mess of a man so much 💕

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts Masterlist =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Part One =͟͟͞♡ Part Two =͟͟͞♡ Part Three =͟͟͞♡ Part four =͟͟͞♡ Part Five =͟͟͞♡ Part Six -preview for seven

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, surgery descriptions, crazy sexual tension, explicit sex, oral, rough sex etc. ER setting. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap, work sex, overuse of prescription drugs, addiction, lots of complications, lots of humor but also eventual drama and lighy angst. Grey's Anatomy vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count-so far 48k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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A/n- The best medical au you can find is Symptoms and Causes by @lostfracturess fyi- this is a lot more lighthearted but as I cant think of too many Dr. Gojo AUS there may be some similarities! I wouldn't have even pictured Gojo as a Dr if not for reading that one 💕 so everyone plz go read hers if you haven't!

[cuntyji]

cw: reader wears bras, mostly crack lolsies hello

there were many things on your wishlist—peace, quiet, and a husband who didn’t do the absolute most at all times—but gojo flinging your bra cups across the room like they were vibranium shields? not one of them. yet here you were, standing in the doorway, getting absolutely domed in the face by your own undergarment.

SMACK!

the impact was so precise, so deadly accurate, that for a moment, you thought you had been personally assassinated by victoria’s secret herself.

from across the room, your menace of a husband let out a victorious whoop.

"BULLSEYE!"

you peeled the offending cup off your face, blinking in absolute bewilderment. "what. the. fuck."

gojo, grinning ear to ear, had the audacity to salute you.

"babe, you’re looking at the future captain america of halloween 2025."

your brain stuttered. stopped. fully crashed.

“what.”

he gestured to the pile of bras behind him—your bras, all neatly stacked on the couch like some kind of military arsenal. then, with the utmost confidence, he picked up another one, stretched it between his fingers, and FLUNG it.

you barely dodged as it whizzed past your head, landing on the doorknob with surgical precision.

"see that?" gojo beamed, clapping his hands together. "i am steve rogers. it's in the technique, babe. the flick of the wrist, the aerodynamics, the—”

"THE MENTAL ILLNESS?" you shrieked. "WHY ARE YOU THROWING MY BRAS?"

"it's not just throwing, babe, it's calculated combat."

you stared at him, horrified. "combat against WHO?"

he shrugged. "yuuji walked past earlier and called it impressive, so."

your eye twitched. "you mean to tell me—" deep breath, deep breath—"that you've been bra-flinging in front of yuuji like a goddamn olympic sport?"

"yes," he said, nodding, as if that was the most rational thing in the world.

you wanted to pass away. running a tired, exasperated hand down your face, you sighed. "satoru."

"yes, my love?"

"put my bras down."

"no."

the next thing gojo knew, a very real shield (a.k.a. your heaviest frying pan) was hurtling straight for his head.

[undercvrfan444]

“Yeah baby, juuuust like that.”

Riding Gojo as he teaches you how to until he gets pent up and fucks into you. Heavy hands pulling and pushing at the fat of your hips because he just can’t get enough of how good his girl feels riding him! :(

[garyusama]

you and gojo never advertise your personal life, so no one suspected that you already have a child. no one could imagine how you hide it carefully, until one day your daughter called satoru, and when he accidentally turned on the speaker phone, your close friends clearly heard her words, “dad, when are you coming home with mom?”

[madthetruemad]

"You look really hot- I mean hot. I mean hot," Satoru fumbled over his words as you stood next to him, a smirk on your face.

Flustering Satoru had to be your favorite pastime by this point.

"Just hot, Satoru," you whispered as you turned to him. Your body leaning in close as you raised your hand to trail a finger down his chest.

"You're so fucking hot-"

[gojozballs]

Gojo Satoru x Freaky Fiancée Reader

Warnings: [Mature themes, explicit content, sexual innuendo, public displays of affection, jealousy, and suggestive humor.]

Materialist

Gojo meets a woman who’s even more of a chaotic mess than he is, and somehow they end up in a whirlwind of teasing, jealousy, and bad decisions, all while trying to out-crazy each other.

First date? More like first attack.

Satoru thought he’d be the one to take the lead, but you proved him wrong when you yanked his collar and pulled him in for a deep, heated kiss before he could even flex his charm. The man was stunned eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks slightly dusted pink but of course, he recovered quickly, smirking against your lips. "Damn, sweetheart. So much for a first date should I just propose now?"

Can’t keep your hands to yourself?

Neither can he. The moment your relationship became official, you turned into an absolute menace. Satoru loved physical touch, but he didn’t expect you to constantly grope, squeeze, and tease him at every given moment. Whether it was sneaky ass grabs while walking or sitting in his lap with zero personal space, he was in heaven. "Baby, you're gonna kill me at this rate."

Public menace? Absolutely.

Your favorite past-time? Randomly grinding against him in public—just to see him malfunction. Whether it was in crowded subway stations, fancy restaurants, or even at Jujutsu High, Satoru’s poor self-control was constantly tested. "B-baby—?! W-we are in public—!!" He stammered, gripping your waist to stop your subtle movements. But did he actually stop you? No. Because next thing you knew, risky quickies became a thing.

Flash attack, incoming.

Satoru was in the middle of an important call when you casually walked up to him, pulled your shirt down, and—BAM. Boobs. Right in his face. "Satoru, look." His reaction? "W-what—?! Uhuh, yeah—uhm, I gotta call you back—" Click. He’d give you a scolding (which was completely useless) and five minutes later, he’d be dragging you to the bedroom.

Jealous Y/N is a nightmare.

The one time Satoru had to save a random girl from a curse, you hit him with the most petty, soul-crushing punishment. "No touching for a week. Actually, two weeks." Satoru looked like you just told him candy was outlawed. "B-baby—please! I didn’t even look at her!" "Why don’t you ask that girl for kisses, then?" you huffed, dodging his hands. "Baby, her whole existence is nothing to me! I was just doing my job!" "Well, saving her means you wanna marry her. So off you go." The only way you’d fold? If he fucked you in every position and in every corner of the penthouse. And believe me Satoru put in the work.

Satoru? Stressed? For the first time in his life?

He thought he was the freakiest person on earth until he met you. You were a literal walking thirst trap with zero shame, and for once, he was the one getting overwhelmed. "Baby, I can’t anymore—" he groaned, head thrown back against the couch. Did that stop you? No. You had one goal: ruin him. And you did. Every. Single. Time. "What happened, Toru? Thought you could handle me?"

Nanami’s Daily Suffering

Y/N sauntered over and plopped onto Gojo’s lap like she owned it. Arms around his neck. Zero shame. Gojo smirked, hands immediately settling on your waist. “Well, hello there, baby.” Nanami, sitting across from you, exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Must you do this here?” Gojo leaned into Y/n, voice dripping with mischief. “What, Nanami? Jealous?” Nanami stood up with a look of pure exhaustion. “I’m off.” Gojo chuckled. “C’mon, Kento, don’t run from love!” Nanami didn’t even look back. He was done.

Wake Up Call

The moonlight spills softly into the room, illuminating the tangled sheets. Satoru stirs in his sleep, feeling movement from his fingers. His eyelids flutter open to find his hand tucked inside Y/N's undies, seeing how she moves his fingers inside her. "Aww, baby... why didn’t you wake me up?" His voice is husky, a mix of teasing and concern, his thumb brushing over her clit as he speaks. Y/N gasps when his fingers move, inching deeper, his touch igniting something inside her. The moment feels charged, electric. "I... I didn't want to disturb you," she whispers, her breath catching in her throat. But Satoru’s smile only widens, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Let me help you," he murmurs, his voice low and velvety as he leans in closer, his fingers pressing deeper with a slow, deliberate pace, making sure every movement is felt. The teasing warmth of his touch makes Y/N’s heart race, and she can’t help but let out a soft moan. Satoru's eyes gleam with mischief, his fingertips curling just right. “Aren’t you adorable, baby? We’re not sleeping until I’ve made sure you’re completely taken care of… every single inch of you.”

Finally

Satoru and Y/N were a match made in absolute chaos. The first-years had long started placing bets on who was more of a menace Gojo or Y/N and at this point, even the students were giving up trying to figure it out. Shoko, ever the skeptic, was just glad her best friend had finally found someone who could match her madness, or at least try to.

At their wedding reception? Let’s just say they’d officially traumatized everyone in the room.

Satoru stood up, grabbed the mic, and flashed that signature grin. "I never thought I'd meet a woman who could keep me on my toes every day and night,” he said, voice oozing with mock sincerity. “But here we are."

The room collectively braced itself, already knowing where this was going.

“You bet we’re gonna have five babies or more!” Satoru shouted, throwing a wink at Y/N, who immediately gave him a deadpan stare.

Y/N rolled her eyes, giving him an exaggerated look of mock horror. "Five, Satoru? What, are we trying to break the world record?" she shot back, making sure everyone heard her.

Satoru shrugged, unbothered, leaning into the mic. "Hey, I’m not saying we need more, but the more the merrier, right?" He flashed a grin so devilish it could’ve set the whole room on fire.

Shoko, sipping her drink in the corner, muttered, "I need a second drink after that one..."

Y/N leaned in, her voice dropping low, barely a whisper. “If you really want five, we’ll need a bigger bed. You ready for that, love?”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing. “Oh, I’m ready for whatever you throw my way, baby.” His eyes sparkled with a dangerous promise.

From the back of the room, someone whispered, "God help us all."

And just like that, the chaos continued. The couple carried on with their day, leaving the guests equally horrified and entertained somehow, somehow... happy for them.

[kashverse]

How do you think would bf!gojo survive the flu, "IF HE SURVIVES IT"

I think that dudes rarely get sick maybe also because of his infinity but if he gets sick, that he will be the babiest of the babies

the real ones remember @naomigojo's germophobe reader x gojo...can't say i wasn't thinking about it when writing this 🙂‍↕️

gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, lay draped over you like a particularly dramatic victorian-era widow who had just received word of her beloved's tragic demise in the war. except, in this case, the war was flu season, and the tragic demise was his immune system.

"i have fallen," he wheezed, dramatically throwing his arm over his eyes, his long limbs effectively pinning you to the mattress. his forehead burned against your shoulder, sweat slicking his white hair to his skin. "love has made me weak. love has made me—" he coughed, a truly pathetic sound, before groaning. "—love has made me sick."

"no, i made you sick, dumbass," you croaked, shoving at his shoulder, but he clung to you tighter like a koala with abandonment issues. "i told you not to sleep next to me!"

"and let my sweet, sniffling angel suffer alone? never," he gasped. "never!" another dramatic cough. 

"but now… now i too must bear this curse."

"it's the flu, s'toru."

"oh, so now you don't care that your dear husband is dying?"

"we're not married."

"technicalities," he rasped, reaching for the tissue box and dramatically dabbing his forehead like a victorian lady about to faint at a ballroom dance. except, unfortunately, it was the same tissue you had just blown your nose into.

you gagged. "ewww!"

"sickness of love," he whispered, looking at you with glassy, feverish eyes, voice hoarse but still somehow smug. "our love transcends germs."

"our love is a biohazard."

he chuckled weakly, pressing his fever-warmed forehead against yours. "i feel like i got hit by a train."

"you sound like you got hit by a train."

"oh yeah? well, you sound like a cartoon villain with bronchitis," he shot back, voice cracking pathetically halfway through. he punctuated his insult with an even more pathetic sneeze, which sent his whole body jolting. you felt the full force of it because he was still sprawled on top of you. "get off of me," you groaned, shoving at his heavy frame, but he only groaned dramatically in response.

"no. i must remain close to you. i may not have much time left…"

"you're not dying!"

"…but i shall spend my last moments with my beloved. tell me, my dear," he sniffled, clutching onto your hand. "if i go, will you—"

"i am going to smother you with a pillow."

"oh, how cruel, how heartless!" he gasped, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, as if he were a fainting maiden in a period drama. "to think i have loved you so deeply, only to be cast aside in my weakest moment! oh, woe is me!"

"woe is me," you muttered, forcefully shoving a tissue into his hand. “blow your damn nose, properly, before you start monologuing about the fragility of life again.” he sniffled loudly, taking the tissue before collapsing dramatically against you again, sighing like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"this," you grumbled, voice clogged with congestion, "is exactly why i told you not to sleep next to me."

"but what would be the point of my infinity if i couldn't let it down for the one i love?" he murmured, blinking up at you blearily. despite the absolute mess of tissues, the shared misery of high fevers, and his insufferable dramatics, you sighed, feeling your chest soften ever so slightly. 

"…you're still an idiot," you muttered, tucking the blanket over both of you.

"ah, but i'm your idiot," he murmured back, before promptly sneezing directly onto your shoulder.

…you were going to kill him.

[kamospeach]

too many white lies and white lines .ᐟ

plot: bestfriend!satoru helps his best friend get over her crush on Ryomen Sukuna

content warning: angst, mentinos of: drug and alcohol use, violence, fingering, oral f!recieving, piv sex, domestic violence

peachy's yap: wc 1.2k.ᐟ no thoughts except Gojo. this just a short little thought! just tryna clear out my drafts sighhh.

bestfriend!satoru who can't fathom why you're not together already. who waits for you, anywhere at any time, no matter how weird-looking or sketchy it is.

bestfriend!satoru shows his love by holding you in his arms during group movie nights or having you sit in his lap when there were more than enough seats. or when he kissed your cheek when you were leaving his house to go down the street to yours.

bestfriend!satoru knew you didn't see him like that, and you didn't feel the butterflies like you felt with sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru understood how you felt, ryo was tall and muscular and totally your type.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you who were born in the same year. your parents were best friends and made you all have a tight-knit friendship. years later, you acquired more friends like shoko, utahime, sukuna, and kento, who always brought along haibara.

bestfriend!satoru and suguru's would drive you all to a party or even a small diner that was open late at night. tonight you were all heading to a club which was a new scene for you. you used this as an an opportunity to seduce sukuna into wanting you.

bestfriend!satoru was forced to sit in the front with utahime. you clung onto sukuna's muscular arm, staring up at his chiseled jawline with heart eyes. you even follow behind him as you walk to the front door of the club. but sukuna made it obvious you weren't his interest. he's feet in front of you as you talk to the back of his head.

bestfriend!satoru knows of your energy-depleting crush on sukuna. his arm snakes around your waist placing a kiss on your forehead in comfort. you once again not noticing the gesture was romantic and not platonic.

"you think he'll ever notice me satoru?" you asked and he shook his head.

"i don't think so, love. ryo only treats women as toys it's better you don't get involved with him anyway. i'm sorry to disappoint you."

bestfriend!satoru rubs small circles on the exposed skin of where he held your waist. you both walked into the club, of course, on the VIP list due to the status you all held. 

"well i just thought maybe since we've been friends for so long, he'd treat me... differently," you admitted and he nodded. satoru hated to admit it but you were bringing the mood down.

"hey let's not think about it okay? we wanted a night out so let's enjoy it." he smiled and you nodded walking in sitting in the section.

bestfriend!satoru said to enjoy it but this is not what you thought he meant. the coke, the shots of liquor that never stopped coming, some passed out, eyes rolled to the back of their heads.

bestfriend!satoru was more surprised, sukuna, who was a fuckin' unit was high head thrown back. eyes bloodshot white powder under his nose as he twitched lightly here and there.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you looked at each other in absolute horror these were not the people you thought you knew. you three slipped out of the club not wanting to 'disturb' their high. honestly, the night felt like a fever dream to you and you were in utter shock.

bestfriend!satoru could see the fear on your face, probably from the way utahime reached across the table trying to bring her key to your nose. you slapped it away looking at her incredulously as she grew angry. she yelled at you saying 'do you have any idea how much a pinch of this cost!' you not caring to know, only shrugged refusing to even look at the white substance on the table.

bestfriend!satoru held your waist as suguru asked if you guys were coming to his place and you shook your head. you really wanted to lay in your bed and reel in your thoughts.

bestfriend!satoru knew that was what you needed. he wanted to be everything ryomen sukuna couldn't be for you. he wanted to be your savior and tonight that's what he'd be.

"i got her." he smiled and suguru nodded walking over to his car.

bestfriend!satoru took you home offering to come in and stay with you and you of course said yes. he sat on your bed while you took your shower looking around the room he's slept in many nights before.

bestfriend!satoru listened to you rant about the night as he watched you get dressed. hardon pressing against his pants as he watched you jump to put on those small shorts that barely covered your ass. he really wished you kept them off.

bestfriend!satoru opened his arms inviting you to lay with him your cheek pressed against his chest. no tv no lights just you wrapped in satoru and the darkness.

bestfriend!satoru who was feeling bold and knew you needed a distraction slowly rubbed your back moving lower and lower by the minute. your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you could see his big blue eyes looking at you.

bestfriend!satoru moved his hand to your ass gripping it as you moaned. you loved the feeling of his soft hands on your ass. the way he rubbed slowly some of his fingers grazing under the shorts.

bestfriend!satoru couldn't hold back anymore as he flipped the both of you over. pressing the tent of his hard cock on the prominent imprint of your pussy on your shorts. he ground his hips into yours groaning at the feeling.

"is... is it okay for me to fuck you?" he asked and you nodded needing him just as bad.

bestfriend!satoru knew you did this because you wanted to get over sukuna. but he didn't care. he didn't care you were only letting him pull down your shorts and panties because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you were only letting him finger your needy wet pussy and suck on your hard nipples because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care you were only letting him taste your sweet pussy and you only squirted in his mouth saying how much you loved it because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him fuck your tight cunt senseless because you wanted to get over sukuna. or that you yelled out 'fuck ryo' while he fucked you because you imagined sukuna and not him.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him nut in you and you told him you loved him. didn't care that you clung to him like a koala and whispered how good he made you feel just because you needed to get over that man. ryomen sukuna.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when you went to sukuna the day after and got with him. he did care when sukuna took you on dates and told you how much he loved you.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna told you that you couldn't be friends with satoru and suguru anymore. he cared when he saw your energy-depleted face around town

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna forced you to stay in the house at all times. he cared when you texted him and told him that sukuna was drunk and you were scared he'd hit you.

bestfriend!satoru did care when he bursted into your apartment beating the shit out of sukuna. he cared when he saw your shaking body hiding in your closet.

bestfriend!satoru did care when you told him you loved him and he couldn't deny he still loved you after everything the two of you had been through.

[xo2dee]

NOW LOADING. .

JJK MASTERLIST

OPIA/GOJO NSFW WEEK 2023 - DAY SEVEN: PANTY KINK

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Panty kink, scent kink, masturbation. WORD COUNT: 1,078 SUMMARY: It was highly indecent, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done. Or: Gojo uses your panties to masturbate.

A/N: nee stop putting panty kink onto everyone challenge(impossible)

Maybe he was finally going insane.

Or maybe he’d already gone insane and his brain was just finally acting on its own will.

It started out innocent enough, Satoru had been digging through the dryer for his favorite pair of pants and once he’d gotten them on he noticed an oddly shaped ball of something wadded up in his front pocket. He fished it out curiously thinking perhaps it was one of his missing socks, however what he pulled out was far too thin and intricate to be a pair of his socks. And once he’d stared down at them in his palm, a familiar gut-wrenching sensation began to brew and his pants suddenly felt way too tight.

He had pulled your panties out of his pocket.

The lacey pair you only wore on ‘special’ occasions.

Immediately, Satoru was assaulted with mental images and flashbacks – how many times had he become a victim to those racy panties? Practically losing himself and acting like some sex-brained fiend when you would pull the hem of a dress up to let him know you were wearing them. How many times had he pulled out and cummed all over them par your request? The panties were practically a cum rag at that point, but they remained in near perfect condition somehow despite he swore once he accidentally ripped them when he got too excited. Satoru was used to seeing them sitting prettily on your hips, or on the floor after he had flung them across the room…

But seeing them in all their glory in the palm of his hand ignited a new type of burn inside his body.

His body moved on its own, one hand freeing himself from his pants before he spit into his palm and wrapped his fingers around the girth of his cock. The heat nearly made him back off, palm burning, but instant pleasure that busted behind his eyes was enough to keep him going. Just looking at the damn things made him insane, especially when he had memorized to a fucking T what you looked like in them. It didn’t take him long to build a good rhythm and speed, his balls tightening in record breaking time as he propped his other arm up against the dryer and his eyes remained locked on your panties as his fingers began to twist into the fabric.

The color of it contrasted nicely against his skin…

And the material brought him back to the time he’d pressed his cock against your pussy covered in them…

Satoru’s mind whirled, eyelids flickering shut as his fingers on the dryer began to leave a dent in the object. The tip of his dick was swollen and red, precum spilling out onto his knuckles as he jerked himself faster when suddenly just seeing the panties wasn’t enough. He needed more – needed to actually feel the hold those damn panties had over him.

A thought suddenly struck him – lewd and unhinged, but it wasn’t like you weren’t used to it.

He couldn’t help himself, pulling your panties free from his cock and lifting the flimsy thing up to his nose –

Oh, he was sick in the head.

He was insane.

Satoru fisted his cock harder, his movements speeding up as he kept your panties against his nose, breathing in the scent of you in greedy intervals. His mind was fogging up, eyelids flickering with rolling eyes, and the smell of you giving flashbacks to each time he buried himself nose deep in your pussy – or when you wrapped around him so snugly his balls ached and his stomach twisted. It was just the smell of sex – his brain was wiring itself to react so animalistic over him when he got so much of a whiff of you in that matter. It was no wonder he practically lost his mind each time you fucked.

It was depraved – animalistic, and he had no idea what had come over him.

…He couldn’t take it, gritting his teeth as the burn within his pelvis blazed to a new height, a strangled moan of ‘Fuck’ hissed off of his tongue as he felt the familiar pull of his orgasm hurtling towards his cock. It should’ve been embarrassing, your panties he greedily sniffed (that suspiciously didn’t smell like the laundry detergent, but Satoru was far too busy to care for that) pushing him faster to completion in a way he’d never before, but he didn’t care when the raw scent of you was what was really making him act insane.

Once Satoru felt his stomach begin to cave in and his moans rise a pitch, he realized he had seconds at best. To the human eye, the speed of which your panties were found curled around his dick and the way he fisted himself wasn’t possible to see, but he could see well enough when he finally – finally covered his greatest weakness in his cum. His balls practically felt like they had deflated, his chest heaving with newfound sweat and his body twitching from overstimulation when he kept stroking himself to make sure the damn thing was positively drenched in his cum. Another belonging of yours that he marked.

Clarity did him no good; no shame was found in the bones of Satoru’s body. And he was content to stay there with your panties wrapped around his cock with cum dripping onto the floor as long as he was allowed to. Maybe he’d move to the bedroom and cockily await you, watch your jaw drop at his new depravity before he got the treat of you riding him into the mattress. Oh, that sounded hot. God, he was a genius – it was perfect.

If you hadn’t came home early.

“I see you found my panties,” your voice spoke up from his right, Satoru’s head swiveling over with startling clearance to lay eyes on your form leant against the door with a smug smile creased along your lips. It took a moment for him to piece the puzzle together – the panties not smelling like your detergent, the fact he didn’t remember putting them in the wash

And there Satoru was, red-handed with your panties covered in cum wrapped around his cock.

You had planned it. He couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face.

Maybe you were just as insane as him. And maybe he’d still get ridden into the mattress with glint that was in your eye.

[specialgradefckr]

nerd!gojo is so cute! please give him a kiss on the cheek for me.

you stare at the note you found in your locker. it's written in glittery purple ink, which only adds to the insult.

gojo, "cute"??? give him a kiss on the cheek???

like an ill omen summoned by its name, a terrible presence looms over your shoulder, "watcha got there?"

"hate mail." you say dispassionately as you quickly shove gojo away.

when you face him, you see gojo's face change - smooth features and rounded eyes hardening into anger.

"hate mail?" gojo frowns, "in your locker? who would send that?!"

"you want a list?" comes geto's snarky voice. "she's kind of a bitch."

you shoot him a glare, but gojo speaks before you can.

"don't talk about her like that."

the room feels a little bit colder. since when did gojo sound so... mean?

"i'm just saying," geto says, shrugging, "you'd know better than anyone, she's always on your ass."

"yeah, my ass," gojo turns to you, a pout on his face, "you're not bullying other people, are you? i don't have any other bullies."

only satoru gojo could get into an argument this stupid.

"no," you drone, "your drain on my time and attention is uncontested."

rather than being ashamed of this, gojo looks absolutely tickled.

even when you punch him in the shoulder, his good mood is undampened.

"nerd," you grouse, stalking off to your next class, which gojo naturally follows.

it sucked being in the same classes as him, but at least it meant you could get his help. he really is a huge nerd. all those hours you put into it, and he seems to understand everything effortlessly.

the class feels like it takes hours. you pay diligent attention, take so many notes, and somehow, gojo comes out of it completely chipper.

you're left in peace for a few blessed minutes afterwards as he bolts out of the room for some reason or another.

is he finally starting to fear you as his bully? took him long enough -

"here!" pressed into your hands, your favorite snack from the campus vending machine.

gojo smiles at you, that big, boyish smile that makes him look extra stupid. "sorry i messed up last time."

you don't know what comes over you. maybe it's pure delirium brought on by hunger. or the joy from having something nice to eat.

maybe it's a new form of torture, humiliating him by making him endure a kiss from his bully.

it's just a kiss on the cheek. it's whatever.

he stands there, still, face completely red, blue eyes wide in shock. gojo looks even dumber than usual, which shouldn't even be possible.

you fan your face for a moment as you turn to leave.

"come on, you idiot. we've got a test to study for."

gojo whistles some unbelievably stupid tune, practically skipping the whole way to the library.

"i can't believe it! she kissed me on the cheek!!! a real kiss!" "uh-huh." "don't uh-huh me, suguru, it was REAL! anyways, it all makes sense now. she was just hangry. no wonder she shoved me into a locker. it's my fault for not taking better care of her..." "would you listen to me if i reminded you that you're not dating and this is all pure delusion?" "not dating yet." "so a no, then," suguru says, rolling his eyes as he returns to his work. satoru's already finished with the homework and scrolling through his text message history with you, no doubt spamming you again with memes or pictures or just remarks. but you haven't blocked him yet, have you? suguru smiles to himself, closing his notebook, tucking away a shimmering violet pen.

[nakidoriii]

Speechless (Part 1)

Nerdjo x Reader

Warning: sexual tension, mild smut descriptions|| MDNI

“Ooo, that’s not good.” Gojo says looking at your test grade as you wallow in disappointment at the table.

This is the second math test in a row that you’ve scored a 70/100 on. If you don’t ace the next one, your parents aren’t going to pay for you to go to Osaka this summer.

“Gojo, I don’t know what to do. I literally have perfect grades in every other subject. Why does math have to be so hard?” You whine into the table.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, prez.” He says as he rolls up your test and hits you on the back of the head with it. You lift your head off the table and sit up, looking up at Gojo’s blue eyes as he stands next to you.

You grab your test from him and say, “I need to start studying for the next test TONIGHT.”

Gojo places his hand on the back of his neck and takes a breath. He wanted to ask you if you wanted him to tutor you, but he was too nervous you’d say no. You are the president of the student council and Gojo is your vice president. You’re pretty popular due to you being so heavily involved with extracurricular activities at your university. Gojo is the smartest in the school but not as popular as you since he kept to himself most of the time. Most people were intimidated by him. When you both got elected, he knew that was the only way he’d get to talk to you. You two often saw each other throughout the week and had lunch together regularly but you’ve never had a conversation outside of student council.

“I….I can help you study. If you want me to. I’m not busy tonight.” He says quietly.

“Would you? You can stay over for dinner and everything!” You exclaimed.

“Yea, sure.” Gojo says trying to be normal about the fact that he’s going over to his crushes house.

“YES! I’m gonna pass for sure this time.” You wrap your arms around his tall frame and frantically say, “thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

The apples of Gojo’s cheeks turn pink at the sudden physical contact with you. You look up at him realizing he was startled by you hugging him and let go.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first.” You say backing from him.

You didn’t realize his body was so…solid. From that hug alone, you felt how toned his stomach was. Knowing that made you pretty curious.

“N-no, it’s okay.” He says trying to compose himself.

“Cool, do you have any more classes today? If not, we can head over to mine now. I’d hate to just have you over to study.”

“I don’t have anything else today. It'd be fun to finally hang outside of school.” He says as he packs his bag.

“Great! I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Gojo. Don’t you?” You say knowing damn well it’ll make him blush.

“That is, if we have anything in common.” He teases back to your surprise. You both start walking out of the board room, walking side by side, heading to the train station.

“Of course we do! We’re in the student council together, which means we should have something in common. Do you read manga?”

“Nooope.” He sings.

“Anime?”

“Eh, I used to watch but not since I started college.”

“….music? You have to listen to music…” you say flashing him a face of disgust as you reach the station. You get in front of him to lead him to your train.

“Of course, I listen to music, Y/N. But It wouldn’t be anything you’d like…. I like sweets though.” He says getting out his card to swipe through the gates.

“Eating sweets isn’t a hobby…” you swipe your card to get through the gates. It’s crowded as usual. You grab his hand, making sure you don’t lose him in the sea of people. His hands were big and soft, the tips of his fingers a bit calloused. You rushed on the train holding Gojo’s hand as the doors opened. The crowd of people push you both toward the window.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how cramped this is.” You say trying to adjust yourself not realizing your butt is brushing up against Gojo’s crotch. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this was happening in broad daylight. His face turned bright red.

“Y/N, pl-please turn around. I can’t…” he mumbles in your ear.

You look down, realizing just how close you were to him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how flustered you made him. You never notice him get like this over you but yet again you guys had never hung out. He places his hand against the wall of the train, creating the smallest space for you.

“Ahhh, I’m sorry Gojo.” You say turning to face him.

“It’s fine, not your fault.” He says trying his hardest to play it off.

You two didn’t talk much on the train ride to your place. It was filled with sexual tension though. You two were so close that whenever Gojo looked down, he got a great view of your breasts. When you looked up, you were met with a view of his sharp jawline and collarbones. You hoped the train would make a hard stop so that he would move closer.

“This is my stop, let’s go.” You say leading him off the train.

Once you get off the train and leave the station, you propose that you stop at the convenience store near your place. Gojo agrees and you both head in.

“Get anything you want, I got you.” You say as you look at the shelves.

He nods and starts to look around. You grab a few snacks and drinks and walk up to the counter to check out. Gojo comes up behind you and places his hand full of things on the counter. It was all sweets… damn he was not kidding. You pay for everything and he grabs the bag from the clerk.

“Thanks.” He says as you two start walking to your apartment.

“You're welcome. Thank you for asking to tutor me. My apartment is right up here. I’m on the 4th floor.” You say as you walk up the stairs with him following you.

Once you get to your place, you both take your shoes off at the door and get comfortable in the living room. He spread out all the snacks on the table as if they were all on display.

“Can I get you something to drink? Tea?” You ask.

“Yea, oolong is good. Do you live alone?” He asks, sitting on the ground.

“Yea, I do. My family lives out of the country while I go to school here. I’m sure you know I’m a foreigner by my appearance, that’s not much of a shock.”

“That’s cool. Your place is really cozy. I wouldn’t have imagined it to look like this.” He says as he takes a bite out of whatever snack he chose.

“You’ve imagined what my apartment looks like?” You say.

“You’re the prettiest girl in our graduating class, Y/N. Every guy has thought about what the inside of your apartment looks like.” He says nonchalantly.

You look up from the tea that you’re preparing, shocked that he said that to you. Was this the same guy that was blushing from you giving him a hug earlier? He gets up from the floor and smirks at you.

“Speechless? I don’t know why… you are on every guy's mind right now.” He says as he walks over to the kitchen.

He gets directly behind you, pressing the bulge in his pants on your ass. You couldn’t even pretend to understand where this confidence came from. You bite your lip in anticipation, waiting to see what his next move is.

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.”

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