#gojo imagines

[purityberry]

*ೃ༄ Wake up!

synopsis: jjk men’s reactions when you take a long nap

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, choso, takuma, toji

[aerifim]

nerdy bf! gojo who pushes up his glasses absentmindedly—but not in a dorky way. he does it in an effortlessly cool way, sliding them up with two fingers, his sharp blue eyes flickering with focus as he talks. 

nerdy bf! gojo who bites his lips in concentration as he scribbles down math equations, cleary being in a deep thought on how to solve. sometimes he’ll even mutter under his breath, his voice low and breathy, completely oblivious how distracting it is to you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who rests his chin on his hands while he watches you work, fingers lazily tracing his jawline. he never realizes how intense his gaze is, but it definitely flusters you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who rolls his sleeves up when he’s working something—and somehow, the simple action of exposing his forearms (that also gives you a glimpse of his muscular arms) makes him 10x hotter. 

nerdy bf! gojo who loosens his tie with one hand (when he has one) or ruffles his hair when he’s frustrated, letting out a breathy sigh as he leans back on his chair, not knowing the kind of effect it has on you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who has the habit of stretching his arms over his head, revealing just a hint of skin, especially when he’s been sitting for too long—leaving your brain short-circuiting as you try to finish up your calculus homework. 

nerdy bf! gojo who reads things out loud in his smooth, low voice, and even though it’s just dry academic material, he somehow makes it sound worth reading. 

nerdy bf! gojo who leans in way too close when explaining something to you, his voice dropping slightly as he points at your notebook. he also loves leaning over you to grab something on your side of the desk or whispering in your ear to see you flustered. 

nerdy bf! gojo who teases you with a smug, lopsided grin when you do something dumb, knowing full well that it gets under your skin (and makes your knees weak). 

nerdy bf! gojo who holds eye contact just a little too long when you talk, tilting his head slightly with an amused smirk. 

nerdy bf! gojo who takes off his glasses sometimes just to clean them, knowing full well that the sight of him without them stuns you for a bit. he’ll put them back on and say, “like what you see?” with a teasing wink. 

nerdy bf! gojo who smirks every time he catches you staring. then he’ll casually say, “careful, staring too long might make you fall in love with me,” as if you weren’t already deeply in love with him.

♡ we luv u nerdjo

[makismei]

“stay on it,” he breathes, arms circling around you to keep you on his cock. his lips brush against your chest, lightly nipping at the skin.

“satoru, i can’t!” you whine, legs shaking as you try to get off his lap. “‘s too much, I’m gonna cum again!”

satoru doesn’t even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you while he watches you fall apart. “you like it baby, come on.”

head falling onto his shoulder, he bites back a grin as he thrusts up. your eyes are rolling back, feeling him pound into you from below. you don’t think you can take it anymore, but it’s all you want.

he isn’t wrong when he says you like it.

your hands slap his shoulders, not able to do much as he manhandles you to bounce on his dick. “satoruuu, fuck, oh my god!”

legs shaking, he manoeuvres you to lay on your back. throwing your ankles over his left shoulder, he continues to thrust into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease.

“give me some more, pretty.” he grins, “you’re not done until i say you are.”

you hate how he’s so good at keeping you pinned, but then again, when he uses his strength to keep you pliant, you’re practically looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.

“what a slut,” he laughs, “you like this.”

you nod furiously, “mmm, i love it!”

moving one of your ankles to his other shoulder, he leans down, smothering your face in chaste kisses.

burying his face into the crook of your neck, gojo starts slamming his hips into you. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

you feel like your eyes are crossing as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. your legs are quivering while he continues to poke and prod everywhere you’re sensitive.

“so good for me,” he says, breath tickling your ear, “i could have you like this all day, baby.”

he feels you clench down on him and he sloppily kisses your cheek, “i feel it baby, give it to me.”

“satoruuu, ‘s too big,” you cry, “i think ‘m gonna make a mess!”

he shushes you, calming you down by cupping your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on him. his thrusts don’t slow, feeling his release. “‘s okay, don’t worry—i’m gonna cum baby, where—”

“insideee!” you whine, “need it inside!”

he cums the second he hears you and you follow, squirting all over his abdomen. he drops majority of his weight onto you, feeling his cock go limp inside your cunt. he presses a kiss to your temple, praising you softly.

when he pulls out, he props your hips up with a pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.

whistling lowly, he thumbs at your slit.

your legs immediately twitch, whining. “no more, please.”

he nods, laughing, “‘s okay baby, ‘m just looking.”

[inupibaldspot]

Walk him like a dog

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : The first year trio are watching Gojo who is completely head over heels for you.

To the world, Gojo Satoru is the strongest but to the people who know him Gojo Satoru is a menace.

When he was in high school, he was a different breed. Yaga could not sleep at times from all the stress Gojo would cause; be it either an earful from the higher ups or checking the news only to find out there had been an explosion conveniently where Gojo’s mission was assigned.

Sometimes he would get pictured sent to him by the problem student himself, a picture with a beaten up enemy and Gojo winking at the camera with a note saying ‘Yay~ another victory! I mean it’s as normal as breathing for me (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ’

Even when Yaga would use his authority and lecture him, sometimes Gojo Satoru would not listen; be it simply ignoring or rebutting it with his opinion— an opinion no one asks for.

And when that happens, Yaga would pull out his secret weapon ‘You’! He didn’t use this card all the time but at time Gojo was simply so uncooperative, he had to! Any word coming from you would be listened to by him as if it were law. Right now, at the age of 28 he seemed to have matured- no stopped acting as childish and Yaga didn’t have to rely on you so often.

That same Yaga watches from the window at his new first years— Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi— behind a bush, hiding peeking over to you and Gojo who were on a bench.

“Ah…” Kugisaki sweat dropped at the pair. “Gojo-sensei is so smitten.” She said observing at how you were simply reading a book, as Gojo yaps away but one thing very obvious was the gentle look he gave you.

When you finally looked Gojo’s way, their white haired teacher suddenly stops, they notice a faint blush peeping under his blindfolds and when he does starts talking he stammers. THE Gojo Satoru was stammering, biting his tongue simply because you were looking at him.

“Kugisaki, let’s leave.” Itadori covers his eyes, his right eye peeps through the cracks of his fingers. “Sensei is doing such a bad job at flirting with y/n, I’m getting embarrassed.”

Kugisaki lifts her hands and grabs the collar of Itadori’s and starts shaking it. “This is the closest we’re getting to romance in this school and I want to be the witness.” She grits her teeth.

Just then Nanami walks along the path, making the pair look over. You smile as you call out. “Nanami-kun.”

Nanami stops and waits as you stand from your bench, walking over to greet him. The students stare; as soon as you got off the bench and walks Gojo follows suit not even a millisecond later.

Kugisaki cringes. “He is like a puppy…”

They could vaguely hear Gojo start to make fun of Nanami, but when you think his ‘joke’ was a slight bit too harsh; they watch you give Gojo a side eye and almost immediately their teacher shuts up.

‘y/n has the strongest sorcerer at the palm of their hands .’ Kugisaki and Itadori collectively thought.

Before Kugisaki could comment she senses a small wet feeling on her forehead, then another and then she was drowning in it. Suddenly it started raining.

“Geh. Let’s get out of here.” Kugisaki says as she quickly brought her hands up to cover her bangs. “I don’t want my hair to frizz up.”

Itadori and Fushiguro follows her lead as they walk away to the nearby building and when they did reach shelter, Kugisaki quickly turns around to check on their teacher and you, a fellow sorcerer.

Her mouth drops slightly taking in the situation at hand, Nanami was no where in sight. She assumes he left because of the rain too.

But that wasn’t the focus.

Her eyes were focused on Gojo and you, holding hands smiling fondly at each other, she also noted that he was using ‘Infinity’ to not get wet from the rain.

Gojo laughs as he raises one of your hands high which makes you let out laugh, but complies as you proceed to twirl. As soon as you make two twirls, their teacher places his hands on your face as his leans down, his lips on yours.

Kugisaki and Itadori squeal and blushes at the intimate scene infront of them, jumping. “Sensei, finally did it! He kissed y/n—!” Itadori smiles.

They watch you smile into the kiss and you bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his hair, deepening the kiss.

“I’m so happy,Kugisaki.” Itadori wipes his tears with the back of his hands, extremely happy for his teacher’s happiness and success in his love life.

“I don’t know why you guys are making such a fuss.” Fushiguro finally decides to add into the antics of his classmates.

“Huh?” Kugisaki quickly turns and glares at the dark haired man. ”Is your heart made of stone or something,Fushiguro?”

“Yeah! I heard Gojo-sensei basically raised you.” Itadori chirps in. “You should be more happy for him.”

Kugisaki nods in agreement.

“I mean…” Fushiguro sighs as his hands are up massaging his temple, mentally preparing for the outburst to come.

“They’re married…”

“Ehhhhh???”

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[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which gojo satoru clings on you after an argument

dating gojo satoru means having a lot of patience and love for him and for your self.

satoru could be the most random person person you'll ever know with all the the random things he does. to the point if you go back to the past and whisper to your self that you'll be dating someone like satoru, you would be horrified.

oh but you were not regretting it. but... right now, you have your back turned to him. refusing to look at him with your glaring eyes.

you and satoru had an argument. a light one. yet somehow you wanted to be left alone after the fight.

oh, you're sulking so hard. at this point, it's childish. but you're frustratation just won't leave and you were afraid that you might say something you didn't mean. that's why if satoru cannot leave you alone, you'll make sure that he'll be facing with your back all the time.

“baby...” he calls out. you didn't answer.

“y/n...baby, i'm sorry. you know i didn't mean to do that.”

...you had your back at satoru but how could you ignore him if his chin is on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist, and your heart is beating crazy? it was utterly impossible.

you gave out a hum so satoru can stop whining in your ears.

“baby!” he shouted dramatically as if i died.

you tried to shrug him off. “don't shout in my ears, satoru. and can you please move? i'm tryin' to peel an orange here.”

you felt him shake his head and buried his face on your neck. “i'll stay here.” he mumbles.

biting your inner cheeks, you continued to peel an orange. all while satoru kept mumbling on your ears. he even tightens his hold onto you. “y/n... i love you.” you heard him whisper.

you shrug satoru off but he still hasn't lift his face from your neck. you tried again.

“don't push me away, baby!” he shouts awfully loud in your ear.

you blinked at his whining voice. ”christ...” satoru still hasn't moved a bit so you stepped on his foot.

satoru lets out a huff. “hurt me. hurt me all you want! hurt my heart and—”

“satoru, my shoulders are getting stiff. move your head away.”

he stayed still. then quietly lift his head from my shoulder. you finally looked at him and saw a little pout displayed on his face that almost made you forgot who should be pouting right now.

“that's not even cute, satoru.” you held out a smile.

he had his bright blue eyes looking down. satoru still has his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“...i'm sorry. I won't do it again?”

you raised a brow, doubting him. “really?”

“pinky promise. i swear on my future.” satoru slowly looks at you, unsure if you were still mad at him or avoiding looking at him. then he blinks when he saw your small smile on your face.

“alright, i trust you.” you tilt your head a little.

of course you trust him. you have always been.

satoru beams at you. “hell yea—”

his words were cut off when you shoved a piece of orange in his mouth. satoru almost wore a disgusted expression by the sudden action but immediately ate the orange when he realize what you gave him.

“so sweet, heh.” satoru grins then leaned back down to kiss your neck.

you shake your head with a sigh before patting his head twice. “alright, alright. you owe me a book or two.”

“gotcha. i'll give you thousands of them.”

you snickered then you slowly lean back on satoru with a smile. “i'll be waiting then.”

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[awearywritersworld]

megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader

tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.

ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.

gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"

gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"

gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"

honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?

he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?

apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.

he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.

while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.

his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.

and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.

he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—

"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.

while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"

oh.

gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.

megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.

"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."

gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.

"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.

your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.

"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"

"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.

the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.

you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.

he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."

this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.

gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.

"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"

just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.

"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"

nice.

"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.

you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.

megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"

"shut it, kid."

[loves4ge]

they send a picture of themselves !

incl. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro

pt ii

[stxxrlights]

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘...

gojo's the type of guy who always presses your face in his chest everytime he hugs you. without miss, every single time, he suffocates you subtly and you can hear his chest rumbling as he chuckles at you and kisses the top of your head.

gojo's the type of guy takes unflattering pictures of you when he catches you off guard. he has pictures of you mid sneeze, pictures of you sleeping with your mouth open and drool dribbling down your chin, unflattering angles. he has them all, all for himself to gawk at when you're not with him.

gojo's the type of guy who snatches a piece of your food everytime you go out to eat with him or if you order takeout with him. even if it's a home cooked meal, he always snatched something off your plate. justifying his actions by claiming that you're food could be poisoned and he's just looking out for you.

gojo's the type of guy who calls you all the cringy nicknames he knows. baby? babe? sweetheart? darling? forget all of those. he's calling you his pookie bear, schnookums, schmoopsie, all of those cringe unique ones just to annoy you

gojo's the type of guy who bite your nose at random times when you're alone. you could comfortably cuddling with him telling you about your day and he just decides to lean in and take a bite of your nose just because he can

gojo's the type of guy who laughs at you when something embarrassing happens to you. you fall down on the slippery stairs or floor, he's quick to laugh before helping you up. you stutter while talking to him, you're never living that down. he corrects you with the wrong pronunciation everytime you correct yourself.

gojo's the type of guy who offers you his sweets everytime he buys some. he wouldn't normally share his kikufuku with just anyone, but you're special, he wants yo share everything with you.

gojo's the type of guy who plays music on the speaker and pulls you up to dance with him. only in your pyjamas as you sway from the living to the kitchen and back with just his hand on your waist and his other holding your other hand and laughing.

gojo's the type of guy who watches all your favourite shows with you, even if they're corny and don't make any sense, he's there to watch all the episodes with you. it's the least he can do since you put up with his shit 24/7.

gojo's the type of guy who takes you out on fancy dates when he can. getting you a cute dress before all this, making sure they have you're favourite foods and drinks and spoiling you rotten. he's happy he finally has something to share his money with.

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[camheaven]

(,,>﹏<,,) satoru wasn’t a bad roommate- well, at least to your knowledge, he wasn’t. he always cleaned up, grabbed groceries when you asked, and had no problem with you having people over. he was always nice to you too! he comforts you when your sad, watches movies with you, or lets you do stupid shit like decorate him with stickers! you constantly bragged about him to your friends always throwing in a dramatic “gojo would neverrrrr” when they complained about their roommates.

and of course he knew- because you were never shy about telling him he was the best. which only made him feel worse. disgusting even. especially since you didn’t know how he’d use your dirty underwear to get off every night. his cock was always flushed, the tip a soft, sticky pink when he wrapped it in the lace fabric. and to be completely honest he didn’t know how you hadn’t caught him yet- it’s not like he was being quiet.. he couldn’t be.

not when they’d still had your slick on them, from whenever you stuffed your fingers into your puffy cunt. he’d moan your name out like he was casting spells, eyebrows knitted together and bottom lip tucked into his teeth like he was trying to eat it. he promised himself he’d stop. that this would be the last time. but you made it oh so hard for him.

you just had to walk around the apartment in tiny shorts that barely covered anything. and of course why wouldn’t you bend over right in front of him? you clearly didn’t have a care in the world for how he felt. so that’s why he decided he’d stop hiding it.

he’d press up right against you- he didn’t even give you time to react- one second your looking for the dish washing soap, the next he’s grinding his dick over your clothed folds, hips moving with hungry rhythm. “y-you gotta be doing this on purpose.” he moaned, wet kisses landing onto the back of your neck. you mewled in response, hands finding their way to the counter top griping it tightly, “toruu- ‘didn’t mean to!” “t-too fuckin bad.” he pulled your shorts to the side, lining himself up with your slit, “now your gonna take it.”

[mooningningg]

ᴊᴊᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

notes, im excited for this

vocalist!gojo who shows up late to rehearsal with sunglasses on, iced coffee in one hand, and no excuse whatsoever. “traffic,” he says. they all know he lives two blocks away.

vocalist!gojo who starts every set with a smirk and a “miss me?” like he’s not about to ruin everyone’s life in the next 45 minutes. usually pulls his shirt over his head by the second chorus. it’s not planned. probably.

vocalist!gojo who’s got a voice that goes from deep and teasing to high and sharp in seconds. no warm-up. just vibes and chaos. when the sound tech complains, he grins and says, “tell my vocal cords that.”

vocalist!gojo who always spots you in the crowd, every time, no matter how packed it is. sings right to you during the filthiest parts of the set. fans scream louder when he does. he likes the jealousy. you know he does.

vocalist!gojo who sends you blurry selfies from green rooms and writes “thinking about you” like you’re not the lock screen on his phone. sometimes he sends videos of his hands playing with the mic cord. no words. just vibes.

vocalist!gojo who stretches on stage like he’s modeling for something. back arched, shirt riding up, all abs and attitude. geto flips him off mid-song. he blows a kiss back.

vocalist!gojo who pulls you into his lap after shows, fingers still sticky from sweat and adrenaline. “be honest,” he murmurs, lips on your neck. “was i your favorite part of the night?” you: “barely top three.” him: “rude. fix that.”

vocalist!gojo who gets genuinely annoyed when you don’t answer his texts right away. says he’s not clingy but sends a voice memo like, “ok but what if i died and this was the last thing you ignored?”

vocalist!gojo who gets jealous in the loudest way possible. someone flirts with you at the merch table? next thing you know, he’s on stage, saying “this one’s about someone who knows how to stay loyal” before launching into a song that’s basically him moaning on beat.

vocalist!gojo who sings love songs like threats. hands in his hair, voice raspy, eyes locked on you like he’s saying you’re not leaving me even if you try.

vocalist!gojo who keeps your lip gloss in his bag and uses it on stage. no shame. applies it in front of the mirror and says, “you should see what else of yours i’ve got on.”

vocalist!gojo who gets home after a show at 2am, climbs into bed without showering, and immediately pulls you into him. “i can’t sleep unless you’re right here,” he mumbles, voice all gravel and heat. “need you close. always.”

[nanamisbbygirl]

jealous best friend! gojo who usually doesn’t mind giving you relationship advice but when he keeps hearing about how much of an ass your boyfriend is he thinks he’s going to start loosing his mind.

especially considering you, and just how perfect you were to gojo. he can’t fathom that a slime creature like him would be hiding other girls on his phone.

“leave him,” gojo scoffs, catching you off guard. he finds a way to crawl on top of you, staring down into your eyes. “he doesn’t respect you and clearly he doesn’t know how to treat you.”

“what-what do you mean?” you ask almost dumbfounded.

“let me show you how a real boyfriend acts” before kisses down your neck and spreading your legs, reminding you just how hard and passionate a boyfriend should be for his girlfriend.

jealous best friend! gojo makes you cum on his tongue, fingers and cock before nuzzling his face into your breast. he kisses every inch of your body, worshipping you like a goddess.

your eyes go glassy for him, crying out his name and not your looser ads boyfriend’s. “that’s right baby, remember i’m the one fucking you this good.”

[purityberry]

*ೃ༄ Falling for you!

synopsis: texts where the jjk men realise they have a crush on you! (pre-relationship)

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, choso, takuma

[vagabond-umlaut]

GOJO SATORU AS YOUR HUSBAND— TWITTER EDITION— PART 1

▸ Fem!Reader; Domestic Fluff; Humor; Gojo Satoru THE BEST HUSBAND EVER!! 💝

▸ Credits For These Tweets Goes To Pinterest. I Don't Own These Dividers. ▸ On Another Note, Where Do I Get An S/O Like Satoru, Guys [GN]? 😇😇

▸ masterlist

[risuola]

YOU CRYIN'? — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

You and Gojo know each other since high school, and since then, you also hate each other. He bites and you always bite back, the constant argument creates tension that everybody, except you two, seem to notice. One time you said too much, causing Gojo’s self-control to snap.

cw: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, mentions of bullying (Satoru is a meanie, ok?), overstimulation, enemies to lovers kind of vibe, I feel like the "you cryin'?" line in itself is a warning if you heard the dub version of it, reader discretion is advised — 1,4k words

» PART TWO

"You cryin'?", Satoru taunted, thrusting his hips relentlessly into yours, with a handful of your hair in his unforgiving grip. Standing behind you, with one hand digging into the supple flesh of your side to steady himself, he was pounding behavior into you.

You and Satoru Gojo have a history of never-ending venom-spitting and it's safe to say you hated the man and the man hated you with passion for years now. It started in high school, where you just couldn't stand how full of himself he was, looking at everybody from above as if he was so much better than everyone and yes, you are aware of how powerful of an individual he is but the arrogance that came with it was just unbearable. Much more you liked his closest friend Suguru, but as years passed, you found yourself working closely with Gojo more and more often, because you decided to stay at Jujutsu high in Tokyo to help students learn. You were strong enough to be considered a high 1st grade sorcerer and everything you achieved, you earned by hard work and stubbornness but that didn’t stop the know-it-all from bullying you, no. He had an awful habit of pouring more fuel into the constant fire of argument between you two and you never owed him, always biting back. That being said, your constant bickering with Satoru successfully brought you to where you were now.

Pressed against the wooden desk, sweaty and exhausted as your body was chasing the fourth orgasm with no break in between. It was a torture – the way he was slamming his cock inside of you at the pace that left you breathless, it hurt from overstimulation and burned with pleasure at the same time. You always acted tough, but now you couldn't stop the tear rolling down your cheek as his grip on your hair tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder.

"You’re really cryin’”, he grinned teasingly and turned your head more to the side, kissing the tear away. Delighted at the sight, Satoru pulled back and flipped you over so he could see your pretty face when he pushed his girth back onto your swollen insides, kissing every oversensitive spot on his way while hooking your thighs over his hips. You dug fingers into his skin, leaving crescent moon shapes of your nails engraved into his flesh and you once again could feel his pace picking up. Naively, you grabbed at his hip, trying to slow him down but with no effect.

"So pretty, fuck, when you cry like that," he grunted, kissing along the salty trace on your face and down your neck to see the bruising mark of his teeth was already blooming with reds and purples. "Think you have few more in you?", he asked and the thought of few more orgasms terrified you. "You'll have to, 'm nowhere near to be done, wit' ya," a chuckle echoed in his chest and you couldn't tell if his objective was to kill you in the most humiliating way possible or what.

"N-no," you protested and he laughed once more, pulling out almost completely.

"No?", Satoru grined in his usual, annoyingly handsome manner but you barely saw him through the collage of stars in your sight, "'ts too bad you've been naughty lately. Need to fuck some behavior into you."

"Gojo-", you whined, helpless against his muscular body as he was ramming ruthlessly, abusing your swollen oversensitive insides to your limits.

"Nuh-uh", he wrapped his slender fingers around your throat, putting no pressure, but redirecting your head so you looked him in the eyes and you could drown in the crystalline blue tones surrounded by thick snowy eyelashes if you wouldn't know better. "That's not my name, sweetheart."

"Go to hell, Goj-, fuck", you whined and he thrusted harder, your back was slamming against the wooden counter but he was unbothered by the echoing pounding sound that clearly was indicating what was happening in his office.

"That's. not. my. name.", he growled, accentuating every word with a particularly sharp thrust and it was enough for you to drown in the haziness.

"Sa-, uh", you tried, but his pace was unforgiving, his cock fucking you dumb but he hummed teasingly, encouraging you to speak. "'toru- fuck. Satoru, please."

"There we go, wasn't that hard now, was it?", smiling, the sorcerer lifted you up, angling his hips upwards, his cock reaching even deeper although you thought it's impossible. The blunt head kissed every spot inside you and you felt another orgasm approaching. Satoru groaned at how your walls were flexing around his girth and this time, he chased his own, the first one, the one he's been denying himself in order to drive you insane.

He was panting heavily, groaning against your neck, profanities slipping through his mouth as he twitched inside you. Suddenly he grabbed you harshly, nails digging into your trembling thighs and he lowered himself on the expensive leathery chair, giving you a slap to the tender skin, silently ordering you to work. You straddled him, supporting your hands over his shoulders and you pushed him against the back rest, surely bruising his muscles with the harsh grip you had on him. You were desperate to finish him off, to put an end to the torture he’s subjected you to for talking too much. At this point you don’t even remember what caused his composure to snap, what has gotten you into the endless spiral of agonizing pleasure with a man you despised. The man that now you were riding with the last bits of your power, fighting the mind-numbing rush of your own release to bring him to his and you could tell how close he was. Satoru’s jaws were clenched, his fingers were digging harshly into the tender skin of your sides and his hips were bucking up uncontrollably, desperate to reach the blissful relief. His abs were flexing, cock was twitching and his tone became ragged as he groaned what sounded like your name entwined with endless amounts of fucks and yeses. His eyes closed shut and he threw his head back, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that began uncoiling in his entire body. You grabbed at his white hair, smearing open mouthed kisses all over his throat and collar bones, and your movements stuttered with your dripping pussy squelching for the nth time. That was enough for Satoru – he gave in, allowing his muscles to contract one last time as he spilled his load into you, filling you completely with warmth and you were quick to come right after him. Your ups and downs became sloppy, uneven as you slowly ride your highs out and finally, you raised your hips just enough to have him out.

Falling back heavily against his body, you leaned your head over his shoulder in hopes to calm the panting. You felt your heart drumming against your ribcage, you felt the concoction of juices running down your thigh and dripping onto Satoru’s legs, but you couldn’t care less. With his hands releasing your flesh that he was squeezing unwaveringly, you felt your body finally relaxing, your mind coming back to senses and it slowly came to you, what just happened.

Never, not even once in your life, you considered even willing to kiss Gojo Satoru. Yes, he’s annoyingly handsome; yes, his eyes are the most beautiful, magical blue crystalline spheres nature could ever create, and yes – there was a tension between you two since the day you met him, or at least everyone around always pointed that out but you never truly considered him an option and yet, you not only kissed him, but spend god-knows-how-long fucking him – or rather being fucked by him.

“You have to misbehave more often”, he teased, finally able to form his words coherently and you looked at him, eyes still cloudy but you could tell with no mistake that his lips were curled up in a smirk. You almost heard him smirking, that’s how obvious it was. You blinked, clearing your vision to take in his view. Gojo’s face was blissfully tired, he still was breathing though his mouth and the snowy peaks of his hair clung artistically to his sweaty forehead. He was stunning like this, so fucked out, he looked like he’s high and you took few mental pictures of his handsome daze. You also noted to yourself that you, indeed, need to misbehave more frequently.

» PART TWO

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Back off,kid.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : (Teen)Gojo is jealous over (kid) Fushiguro having a crush on you.

Fushiguro Megumi always wonders if he made the right choice every time a white-haired sunglass wearing teenager walks into the house.

The tall older boy would grin as his hands form a salute. “You doing good Megumi and Tsumiki?”

He was as useful as the indoor plants. Fushiguro thought.

Gojo wasn’t much good at cooking and neither helped with cleaning, probably because of his rich background—but he did spoil them with lots of food and pocket money but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

As much as Fushiguro would love to throw insults at Gojo, he holds back his tongue each time; Tsumiki would send sharp glare and nag him if he did.

The first friend he brought to visit them was a girl; it was after Gojo went missing for a while and when Tsumiki inquired about it ,he simply said one of his dear friend went cray-cray as his finger twirls at the temple of his head.

The girl had short, brown hair with a distinct smell of cigarette; her name was Shoko Ieiri. She wore an impressed look when she entered the house as she looked over to Gojo. “Heh— The place is pretty neat,Gojo.”

Fushiguro looked to Gojo who placed some groceries on the counter top with a proud smile on his face. “I know right!” Gojo replies.

The young boy frowns. “It’s Tsumiki who keeps the place clean.” Shoko gives Gojo a stare before she cackles.

A week later when Tsumiki was still in school with club activities, another person makes an appearance ,you. He could faintly hear conversations between you and Gojo through the front door on how you’d actually wanted to visit them sooner but was bombarded with mission before it swings open.

The first thing Fushiguro noticed was how Gojo seemed to make you enter first— other times he barges in without a care for Shoko— his hands near your back with a slight space, without touching it. Why was Gojo being nice?

You blink at the dark haired boy. “Fushiguro Megumi, right?” Gojo peers from behind as you smile. “Did you eat?”

“Not yet. Waiting for Tsumiki to get home.” Fushiguro thinks you’re the first person who is kind of decent.

You nod take plastic bag from Gojo’s hands and lift up it, your smile widen. “I’ll make you some good stuff then.”

“I want to eat your cooking too,y/n.” Gojo chirps in only to be ignored. And to your credit, it was actually good. He didn’t remember the last time he had something this good home made.

After that, your visits seemed to increase which Fushiguro Megumi did not mind, in fact he was getting fond of your presence. You helped with food, cleaning which lessened the load on Tsumiki plus you also helped him with his studies.

“You seemed to get it now, Megumi.” Poor kid, blushes a bit hearing your compliment. “Practice this set of questions and I think you’ll do pretty well on your tests.” You smile.

Fushiguro nods as he does as you say, face still heated up. He looks up at you, who was reading a book. Your hair slightly in your face, lips slightly parted with eyes focused. You were extremely beautiful and as much as he wouldn’t admit it , he had a big fat kid crush on you.

“Megumi-chan.” Suddenly he is shoved to the side as a body makes way in between you and him. It was Gojo who sat in between. “Move over~ This seat is mine.”

The boy frowns and so did you, not liking Gojo’s action. “Don’t interrupt the kid, who is studying.” Kid? Ouch…You huff as your move over, despite you complaining you make space for him, focus back on your book.

Fushiguro watched as Gojo leans closer to you, almost resting his head on your neck as he looked over to your book; after a while eyes slowly moved over to you, his expression softens.

Gojo smiles as he tugs a piece of hair behind your hair, to which you don’t react as if it was normal. Thee older man then turns his head to Fushiguro—oops,he got caught staring.

The white haired boy then grins, a condescending one in fact as he mouths out the following words.

‘y/n-is-mine.” Fushiguro huffs. ‘back-off.”

·:*¨༺ Part 2༻¨*:·

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

no one understood how the both of you even got together. satoru who was always the most energetic person in the room, always trying to lighten the mood, and you who looked you got 3 hours of sleep per week.

satoru enjoyed sweet treats, lots of sugar in his tea while you preferred coffee, the most bitter you can find, so that the caffeine can really kick in...it doesn't. you were the complete opposite.

but you still tried to match each other's energies. you would entertain his silly little ideas, laugh at his jokes a little too loud and have people staring weirdly at the both of you. you enjoyed his company and did yours.

especially on rainy days like theses, where you're trapped inside with nothing else to do but to snuggle, as you press you face into his chest absorbing the warmth of his body.

"this is nice...", you say once you have your leg wrapped around his torso, with his hand wrapped around you, caressing your arm. you ear pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat.

he breathes in slowly and breathes out, a huge grin on his face as he squeezes you more into him.

"yeah...it sure is", he presses a light kiss on your forehead. you sit in silence for a moment until he hears your quiet snores and your breathing steady. he smiles again pulling the blanket over you.

"sweet dreams, princess..."

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘