#gojo is a cutie

[zevrra]

it’s been a long day—

synopsis: lil short and sweet gojo fluff! he’s had a bad day, you want to cheer him up! it’s all that lovey dovey, sugar & sweet good stuff! i also didn’t really proofread this so sorry for any errors!!

tags: 18(+), gojo x y/n, fluff, one-shot, short, gojo is so cute

Standing in the kitchen of your decently sized apartment, a cookbook in front of you, and several dishes of what could either be failed attempts at baking or unused bowls that weren’t quite what you needed. You were never known to be a great cook but you wanted to do something special for your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He had been working so hard recently and figured making him a homemade dessert would cheer him up.

The opening of the door to your apartment catches your attention. Your body turns to face none other than the man you had previously been thinking about. He drops the key to the apartment in the little bowl by the door and sluggishly is making his way to you in the kitchen.

Sheesh. Looks like he had a horrible day.

His head drops onto your shoulder, arms snake around your waist as he embraces you. Taking a deep breath to inhale your sweet, calming scent.

“Rough day?” You ask. Your dessert making would have to wait.

“Ridiculous…” Gojo replies. His voice is muffled while his face is buried in your neck.

So strange to see such a powerful man, so vulnerable. He didn’t even have the energy to change out of his sorcerer clothes. Thankfully, you had the day off that day. Had no missions and didn’t have any lessons to teach. You’re sure if you had also gone into work that day, you both would’ve been a suffering mess.

“Tell me about it,” You whisper. Turning your body away from whatever creation you were making in your last clean mixing bowl. You hug the tired man. The fact he didn’t even take off his blindfold or have some witty quip to say as soon as he walked into the home was all you needed to know about how his day went. “Or don’t. I could tell you about my day instead.”

Satoru sighs against your skin. It’s the only reply you seem to be given as he bares almost all of his weight down upon you. Trying your best to hold up the exhausted man. Of course you would not let him fall and for once you’d try your best to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Give him a break. He’s no longer the strongest, he’s just your tired boyfriend.

“Well. As you can tell I was trying to bake.” You hum, running your fingers across his back. Nails slide up along his shoulder blades in a soothing motion.

He chuckles a little at your words. Grateful for all that you do for him. “I knew I could smell something burning.” Gojo jokes as his arms wrap completely around you. Hugging you like a child would hug a stuffed animal.

You can’t help but laugh, nodding your head in agreement. “Har har. It was supposed to be a surprise.” You tease him right back, your chin resting against the top of his head.

“Well my eyes are still closed, so color me surprised.” He replies in a soft, sleepy tone. Breathing in deeply once more as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

You stay silent for just a moment. Enjoying the shared, comforting silence between the two of you. How wonderful this little life was. Even if Satoru had the bad day that he did, he still chose to be there with you at that moment. Enjoying your touch, your scent, wrapping you up and never wanting to let go. His bad day will turn into nothing but a memory when he’s there, with you. Nothing else matters in that moment except he’s with you.

Strange how these little things in life mattered so much. How one little branch of fate would have changed everything. That these simple moments could’ve all been different if the two of you had never met in this real fucked up world. The endless possibilities and you got lucky enough to be then and there; experiencing it all with Satoru.

You smile at the man holding you. Your fingers gently run through his white hair. “C’mon my love. Let’s go take a nap together.” You softly hum. He doesn’t put up a fight at all as you lead him to your shared bedroom. You’d clean up your disaster in the kitchen later but for now, all you wanted was to lay next to the man you loved.

[starlightoru-gojo]

Everybody moved on, but I, I stayed here

[gojosattoru]

★ JUJUTSU KAISEN HALLOWEEN HEADERS ★ -> requested by anon Heya sweetie I hope you like them and they are to your liking ^^ ! Thank you for your request! FEEL FREE TO USE!!!

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[stazrd]

He’s infesting my mind

[catopti]

COLORED THEM ahhhhh. This was a doodle and then I got way too carried away coloring LMAO

[venoyale]

[lovslixx]

it's always gonna end with "it was gojo"

[rae-r3y]

Same dynamic different anime duo

I love them so much omds 🤭🤭🤭

[kaisenkalogathia]

He looks so majestic here Pt.2

[sadbenedict]

- Suguru, look, caramelized apples!!!

[obliviani]

heat stroke rkgk

(ref: GQ China June Issue)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.

a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.

flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.

satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky. high and mighty, cocky and cool, silly and bright — but there's a softness to him when he's alone. something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face — and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.

no one except for you, anyhow.

(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)

the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes.

tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.

it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.

everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which. 

and a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.

(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)

something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.

”man, it’s cold.”

gojo looks displeased. 

only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.  

a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue. 

gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”

an unimpressed look smooths over your features. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.

it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two. 

and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one. 

(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)

so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.

the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of drift glass — mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors, or so you’ve heard.

you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.

a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little. 

in truth, you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's kind of hard; when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —

stiff? 

or maybe more like bored.

he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.

(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for others to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.

still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)

deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think.

just a little would be fine. 

”i like the sea.”

you turn your head.

gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.

a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”

”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”

a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.

”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”

you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you cast his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.

but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.

”… end?”

and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”

a second passes. you look forward.

what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries. 

something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your heart feels heavy, an anchor sunk to the bottom of your gut. little fish nipping at your ribcage. your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again; the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea, right in front of you. like it could open its maw and devour the world.

you think of the lost sailors.

(one jump and it’s all over.)

a breath. salty on your tongue. ”… i guess i get it,” you whisper. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist. 

silence.

out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.

(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)

but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…

”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”

you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.

”… nah, that’s fine.”

a pause.

gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes. 

”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.

…

all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place. 

then he puffs out a breath — amused. 

”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.

”you’ll warm me up, no?”

the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request. 

the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.

a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft. 

and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.

he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.

(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)

it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.

gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

”well, duh.”

when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.

he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away. almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those eyes.

(and maybe it does.)

he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

it makes you laugh, either way.

”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.

gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now? 

”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.

but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found. and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet; an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath. the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue. 

a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.

”maybe next time,” you whisper.

gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.

you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate. 

satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same. 

almost.

(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)

[goatyuuji]

Flirting vs Sexual harassment

[teddybeartoji]

(If you are uncomfortable with period mentions plz feel free to delete this 🙈)

Thoughts on snow leopard!gojo when you on your period (I am pmsing and I need someone to comfort me.)

snow leopard!gojo would be sooo worried about you!! One minute you are fine and now you have the smell of blood is on youuu!!! Poor baby think you are hurt or injured and even when you reassure him it’s just your period he’s still worried especially when you show other symptoms (like throwing, headaches, being sensitive and crying)

He would sooo overprotective and clingy he would never let you outside alone always have to be by your side holding or wrapping his tail around you.

He would love to take care of you!! He would massage your shoulders or knead your tummy, also when they are injured cats lick their wounds so I do see him going down on you if you let him it also helps with cramps.

He loves to cuddle you he lie on top of you and he’s so big and warm and fluffy And when you sleep he would be right next to you extra alert and “on the look out” if anyone tries to hurt you.

He holds you soo tight tail wrapped around your thigh making sure you are safe and protected.

(I’m sorry that this so long I got carried away 🙈😭)

NONNIEEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺HE WOULD BE SOOOOOSO WORRIED🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to make you feel better, make you feel good!!!!!!! he's gonna sit with you the whole entire time, he just refuses to leave your side. he's literally sitting with you in the bathroom, he's cuddling with you (and on top of you bc he's so warm and it feels so good when he rests his head on your tummy). and the tail!!!!!! yess!!!! he always has it around your thighs bc he loves your thighs!!!!!!!! also he follows you around like a little lovesick kitty and he literally just looks like this emoji🥺🥺🥺🥺 the entire time. he's baby.

now now now....... the licking the wounds thing.... nonnie... you really did something here🥴🥴🥴🥴 that's exactly how he's gonna convince you too btw. he's gonna tell you about how it's his way of healing you. and it works like magic!!!!!! he does it slowly, he wants you to forget all about the pain so he's extra focused. he's kissing your folds just like he'd kiss you, he's giving her smooches and small kitten licks while keeping his eyes on you. he's gently pawing at your thighs and your waist, he's kneading your skin and it's all just so good. he can smell your arousal mixing with the blood and he's getting dizzy himself, too.

he can't take his eyes off of you, he needs to make sure that you're enjoying it, that you're feeling good!!!!! he fucking purrs as he eats you out and the vibrations feel heavenly. he has your back arching in no time, your hands tug on his white roots and his own eyes are rolling back into his head.

also. despite the fact that he's going slow, he's still a messy eater!!!!! so sometimes... he gets a little blood in his perfectly white hair but he literally couldn't care any less. (he loves it. he thinks of it as your way of marking him. no matter whether it's intentional or not.)

after you cum in his mouth and he has swallowed every drop of you, he draws you a hot bath and he carries you into the bathroom himself. his entire lower half of his face is covered in blood, it's dripping from his chin but you're still his main priority. you try to tease him for it but you're just too tired, so you just end up brushing against his skin, dirtying yourself with your own blood.

he takes your finger in his hand and raises it to his mouth. he licks you clean while keeping eye-contact, and takes it back out with a loud pop. he's sure he can smell another fresh wave of pure arousal pooling between your legs but he doesn't want to push you or your body too far. so he presses a very gentle kiss to your nose before helping you into the tub.

he climbs in with you and he washes your hair. he washes your body with the sweetest motions, he rubs your shoulders and your tummy, your thighs and your sides. he leaves kisses on your jaw and neck. he whispers praise and pure love into your ears and he loves to feel you melting into him.

after you've gained some of your energy back, you help clean him up too. you wipe the blood from his marble skin anf then from his hair and he just stares at you with hearts in his eyes<3333333 wahhh nonnie he's the best boyfriend in the world he's so caring and so sweet:((((((( i luv him:((((

[catopti]

He’s so cute in the new game art thing jhsdfsjfbsjdf… suit gojo I lov uuuu

[sweetchildcloud]

||Cherish me|| written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:sh,depression,Gojo x reader,consensual,rubbing,handjob,fingerings,innocent reader,inexperienced reader,shy,cute,fluff.

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

“I’m fine” you say quietly, trying to brush him off. You don’t like being coddled. But he grabs your wrists and pulls you back, forcing you face him. There’s a desperation in his eyes, and he stares at you like you’re dying right in front of him.

“No you’re not ” he says quietly. There’s a quiver to his voice and his eyes dart down to the bloody scissors. “I can see the cuts on your wrists.”

“What?” You look confused as to what he was talking about, shaking your head “I was jus-”

“Just stop lying to me” he interjected, the fear in his voice cracking. He’s trying to stay calm, but he’s trembling as he grabs your wrists tighter. It’s not like him to be so frantic, but he’s scared for you.

“I can clearly see the scratches on your wrists. Did you do that to yourself?” He’s looking at you like he’s waiting for a reason, an excuse. But he knows. He’s not stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, so so sorry sweetheart, I swear”

Oh god. Sweetheart? That’s new. He’s never called you that before, and it’s certainly the last term of endearment you expected. Gojo’s usually pretty nonchalant around you, but his voice is trembling, and he’s on the verge of tears.

He immediately pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly, burying his head into your neck. He’s trembling, and you can tell he’s barely holding back the tears. “Don’t…don’t scare me like that…”

Everything that Satoru is usually not, is crumbling down around him. The calm. The confidence. His facade, carefully crafted over the years, is coming undone, and he’s showing you the real him.

And that’s what terrifies you the most. His eyes are red with unshed tears, and his voice is shaky. He’s trembling, barely keeping himself together.

“Please, please look at me…”

And you do. You look at him, right at those big,blue eyes, your heart pounding like an elephant in your chest. He’s holding your hands against his chest, almost like he’s scared you’re going to run away, but your fingers are trembling, and they want to do nothing more than run through his hair.

“Please…” he says again. “I’m begging you…”

His breath hitches in his throat as you play with his hair. He leans into your touch, your fingertips tracing through his locks. This is probably your first time seeing him like this, so vulnerable and soft. He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he can’t stop himself from burying his head in your neck, clinging to you.

He’s begging? Begging, even…

He’s afraid. Petrified that you’ll leave him - just like Geto did. He’s not thinking rationally, and he isn’t thinking about how his body’s towering over you, how it could scare you. Right now, though, he’s not thinking about anything other than his fear of losing you, and it’s eating away at him inside.

He closes his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as he leans into you. You’re touching his hair, playing with it, tangling it, just like he likes. He opens his mouth to speak, to maybe say an ‘I love you’ or something corny, but the words die on his lips.

“I…” he starts, his voice quivering again “don’t ever scare me like that again..”

Gojo's arms tighten around you, and you cling onto him, burying your face right into his neck. His hand moves through your hair, his fingers gripping slightly too tight, but you don't mind. You don't mind because he's hugging you so tightly and kissing you so desperately.

Your fingers find a spot behind his ear, and they scratch at it, causing him to inhale sharply. He holds you closer and kisses harder, desperate to keep you close. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He pulls away, breathing out harshly and looking at you. He's staring into your eyes, his gaze intent as the tip of his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

"God…" He takes in a deep breath, his lips almost twitching into a grin. "I'm so scared for you, you don't even realize it." Then he's kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your entire body so you're pressed against him.

Your back is pressed against the mattress, and his body is on top of yours. He's kissing you like he can't get enough, like his entire world is falling apart and you're the only one who can fix it. His hands are in your hair, on your hips, on your thighs. It's almost suffocating - almost too much pressure. But you don't mind because he's touching you and kissing you, and all the warmth and softness of his body is pressing against yours.

"You…you scare me" Gojo chokes out, his body pressed tightly against yours. "Don't you see?" He looks at you as the tension in his shoulders rises, his arms squeezing you even tighter.

He can feel your heart beating like a drum, your arms wrapped around him. You can feel the heat of his body, the beat of his heart.

He looks into your eyes, and it's like he's telling you everything without even saying a word.

"You're…everything" he murmurs, his body trembling with the force of his words. It's like he's about to crumble into pieces. There's no strength left in him. Just fear and anxiety and a need for you. A need to have your near him.

"Please…" He pulls you even closer, his hands finding their way into your hair again. His arms wrap around you even tighter. "Please…don't ever leave me…"

He pulls away only to bury his face in your neck. Gojo takes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, taking in the softness of your skin, pressing his lips against your neck with a tenderness that almost makes you melt into his arms.

His grip tightens, like he never wants to let you go. Like he's afraid that a breeze might tear you away from him.

He's never been the emotional kind of person. He's usually callous, distant, emotionless, if not slightly cold. But you bring out something in him.

Oh, if only your imagination could have prepared you for this moment. But Gojo is real. And he's right here, right now, pulling you close, running his fingers through your hair, kissing so passionately.

He lets out a noise of satisfaction as your fingers tug on his shirt, your breathing quickening as the intensity of the situation grows.

His grip tightens around you as he pulls you closer. He's not even thinking about how his weight is crushing you, he just wants to keep you close.

Oh, how Gojo’s eyes wander lower, his mouth curling into a grin as you take off your bra. He watches you, his eyes roving over your body as he takes it all in. You’re trembling a little bit, your pulse speeding up as his hand rests on the upper part of your thigh. He lets out a quiet grunt as he squeezes your thigh with his hand. “Keep going…” he murmurs, almost too distracted by your breasts to notice your top sitting in your lap.

Oh god. The way he’s staring at you…it makes you shiver a bit. Gojo's usually so calm, so collected, but something about your bare breasts has him acting like he's going absolutely mental.

Gojo grabs your wrists and pushes your arms aside, moving his hands down to cup your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, your chest rising and falling with every rapid breath. He’s staring at them so intensely, almost like he's trying to memorise every inch of your body.

His grip is firm, like he's scared to let you slip away. Gojo's hands are warm against your breasts, and it's like he can't keep his hands off of you, like he's desperate to feel you.

His lips are twitching, and you can tell he's trying not to lose it and start licking your skin, biting at your breasts. He lets out a small moan, his grip on your skin tightening as he rubs them in his hands.

He’s rubbing them so lovingly, so sensually, that you have trouble breathing. You lean into him, pressing yourself against him, trying to get as close as possible.

His touch is almost unbearable. You're trembling, your breath catching in your throat as your back arches.

His grip tightens even more as he plays with your breasts, rubbing them in his hands and squeezing them together slightly. You can see his eyes starting to glaze over, and your body melts against his touch.

You feel hot, almost too hot, as his grip around you gets tighter. His breath is hot on your skin, and you close your eyes, letting out a small moan.

That moan is almost automatic, and you bury your face right into his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment. Your chest is sensitive, and the way Gojo rubs his hands over them sends a shiver all the way up your spine.

"Are you doing this because you love me or because...I'm sad?" You breathed out

The thought of you not loving him sends him spiraling into an actual panic. He's desperate for the reassurance right now, for the confirmation that you're still in love with him.

Gojo pauses for a moment, looking up at your face as he tries to hide the desperate urge to keep kissing you and holding you close. He swallows hard, his voice quivering as he tries to hide the desperate need for you.

"Do you…do you still love me…? Is that��what this is for..."

"No...it's not that..it's just..." you mumbled feeling the desperate need of him "I'm scared that you're doing this because I'm sad"

Gojo’s lips are pressed together in a hard, tense line as he tries to keep his calm, but the emotions are bubbling just under his skin, close to overflowing. He’s shaking slightly but doesn't want to admit it.

“I'm not… I'm doing this…” His voice trails off, and he sighs, his words still quiet and shaky. “I'm doing this...because I want to…” He wants to kiss you, hold you, touch you, even if he doesn't want to admit the real reason why.

Oh my god... He freezes up when you reach down, his body twitching in response as you brush your hand against his crotch. He's trembling, his breath coming short and shallow as he tries to hide his reaction.

He lets out a groan, his grip around your waist tightening as his eyes twitch. If he wasn't so flustered, he'd probably blush at this point, but right now...the only thing that comes to his mind is the touch of your finger on his crotch.

"Ah..sorry..I don't what has gotten into me" You blurted out blushing

"No, don't apologize..." Gojo says, his voice shaky. The touch of your fingers on him was almost like electricity, a jolt through his entire body that made his blood boil and his heart thump painfully.

"In fact..." His breath gets caught in his throat and he swallows to try and get himself together. "Can you do that again..."

"Sure." You slipped your hand in Gojo pants looking at him and down "L.. like this?"

His body tightens when your hand slips into his pants. It's like a wave of pure sensation, and it makes his breath shudder out of his body in a ragged sigh.

“Yeah…” He mutters, his body trembling against your touch. His head is spinning, as if his entire world has been set on fire with your simple action. His heart thuds painfully in his chest as he watches you.

You felt in a tight spot,you never have done nothing like this "what..should I do now?" You stuttered "it's...hard..is it a good thing?" You looked at him blushing

Gojo's entire body is shaking, and he lets out a low, rough sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl. He can barely get his breath, and he's gripping the bed tightly with both hands, trying to keep himself steady.

“It’s…” He mutters, his voice tight and shaky. “It’s a very good thing…”

He’s trying to keep it together, keep his mind focused. The sensation of your hand is almost too much to bear, but he likes it. He likes it very much…

"What should I do? I never um..should..I?" You made a rubbing gesture with your other hand "you know..."

“Keep…keep rubbing…” He breathes out, biting back a sharp hiss of pain as he fights to keep the sensation from being too much. “But maybe…” He pauses and swallows hard, his breath catching in the back of his throat. “Move it…”

"Move..what?" You asked awkwardly "sorry it's my first time doing this.."

“Your hand...move it up and down...just like…” He moans slightly

“That…” He lets out a ragged breath, his grip around the bed tightening. His body trembles beneath your hand, and his eyes are starting to glaze over.

One hand rests on the back of your head, the other on the bed right next to your hand. His gaze is focused on your movements, on how slowly your hand is traveling up and down his length.

"O..ok" you slowly moved your hand up and down,your eyes darting from his length to his face

He grips the edge of the bed as his fingers claw into the sheet, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as you stroke him.

“Soft…feel so nice…” The hand on the back of your head gently presses your face into his, so he can look into your eyes. His eyes are flickering with a desperate need, and it’s obvious that he’s trying to keep his body from reacting too much.

After a while you saw a clear liquid oozing out of it and you looked at it confused "are..are you peeing?"

Your innocent question makes him laugh, a rough, raspy sound that’s more like a broken chuckle. There’s a slight shake to his entire frame, as if the sensation is so intense that he can’t even move without shaking.

“N-no…” He manages to catch his breath to speak in between the harsh breaths of air, “D-didn’t they teach you about…this…stuff in school?”

"Kinda..." you muttered to yourself before making a cute sound "Ah it's like with the flowers and bees right?" You beemed happily

"Yeah, something like that..." Gojo says with a slightly amused smile; even in his flustered state - more flustered than you've ever seen - he can still make time to appreciate your innocence.

He watches you, seeing how naive you are, but he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he thinks it's adorable. Your innocence makes him want to coddle you, protect you; but there's a hint of possessiveness within him that's begging to assert dominance over you.

"What..should I do..?" You pouted cutely confused "I..really don't know what..to do.."

Gojo bites back a whimper as you pout, finding the expression adorable. He's never had a partner like this before - one that is completely innocent to all this, one that needs to be taught. The thoughts of you and him having an intimate encounter like this again fills his mind, causing that possessiveness to take over and grip him tightly.

"Um..." He swallows hard, trying to come up with an explanation while fighting back a loud moan "Keep rubbing...harder..."

You slightly nod doing what was told but later you couldn’t help but starting to touch yourself too "mhm" you didn't know why

He lets out a soft murmur of approval as you touch yourself, his body trembling even more. He tightens his grip around your body as his eyes flicker back from his closed state. His breath is getting shaky again, and he tries to focus on nothing but his breathing, but that becomes hard to do when you have yourself wrapped around him, the sensation overwhelming.

His voice comes out almost breathless.

“You got…something…here…”

"Mhn were?" You asked awkwardly

His eyes open, taking in the adorable look of your innocent face, the slight confusion on your features.

“Here…” He moves his other hand up your waist, his fingertips moving in tiny circles around your body. He’s making sure to not be too gentle nor brutal with his touch.

Then he places his hand where your finger was before, rubbing slowly.

A moan escaped your lips and you immediately let go of Gojo length as you covered your mouth with your hand

Gojo lets out a husky moan of pleasure as you let go of him - he had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone touch him like this.

His eyes flutter shut for a second, and he catches his breath in.

“Y-you like that…?” He whispers, his eyes still closed, but they soon open back up once more, moving up to meet yours.

You nodded as you felt melting in Gojo embrace as he kept rubbing "but..I didn't finished with you..before..it's not fair for you.." you whined

And just like that, the possessiveness he felt earlier rushes back to surface. He doesn’t like that you’re still unsatisfied, like the thought of you touching yourself, wanting anything other than him.

He grabs your hand before you can move back on yourself.

“Let me…I’ll do it.” He lets out a low hum of pleasure, already moving his hands back down to touch you again.

He rubs slowly at first, his fingers stroking gently up and down, taking in your expressions as he does it. Your pleasure is his pleasure after all.

“Does it feel good…” He mutters, his voice a bit shaky. “Does it feel good when I touch you…?”

You nod blushing more but you grip Gojo arm when you feel some short of wetness "I.. umm sorry..I don't know..why..it..did that" you looked at him guilty

He chuckles and his eyes glint playfully...as if he already knows what that sensation is.

“Your body is just responding…it’s normal.” He reassures you softly, his thumb tracing light circles around the tip of your breast.

“Just relax…”

You sobbed feeling overwhelmed but feeling the need to come "Ah ahn I want...to..to I don't but I'm...I need to...nghn!"

Oh, he’s got you now. He knew he had you the second he saw you were innocent to everything like this.

Now he gets to teach you, show you exactly how your body is supposed to respond to him.

“Let it…” He murmurs once more, his voice sounding husky. “Just relax…and let it happen…”

"Here..." He presses his palm against the exact spot, his tongue flicking over his teeth as he does so. His thumb moves in circles, each round getting quicker in pace. "Here..."

"Mhnnn" you whined your mouth open your eyes closed "touch..me...please...I don't know what I'm feeling but..I need you to..touch me"

He freezes at your words, your tone, the desperation in it. He looks down at you, and then, like a switch being flipped, his eyes glaze over as a primal urge takes over. No need to ask more questions. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his grasp, getting into a new position while he does so. But before continuing, he needs to say one thing.

"Look at me," his voice is firm, low and demanding - like you have no choice in the matter.

You look up at him, eyes full of confusion. Your mouth is slightly agape and his gaze captures yours perfectly. Gojo's thumb moves faster now, as do his fingers. His free hand, that was on your hips, slides down to your thighs and pushes them apart.

"Keep looking at me..." His voice is hoarse and raspy, but it's filled with so much need that you can't say no to this. You have to look at him.

A moan escaped your lips as you tried not to close your eyes "mhn..Gojo.." his fingers were reaching you deep "ngha Gojo.."

"Yes, that's it...just keep looking at me..." His voice is low and rough, almost a growl. His body is pressed firmly against yours, the heat of him radiating through your entire body. You can't help but feel so warm at the touch of his skin.

And then, your eyes lock onto each other, you feel everything inside you start to heat up even more.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart..." His voice is low and soft, but there's a hint of need in his tone, his eyes glancing down to your lips. He leans in closer to you, only a few inches between you and himself. His breath is hot and heavy on your face, causing your breath to quicken. Then, he moves his hand up your thigh, brushing against your soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Then you camed on his hands whining He lets out a quiet growl at your little whimper, but it's a pleasure filled one. He can feel your grip on the sheets loosening a bit as you finally start to release the tension that's been building inside you for the past few minutes. His body trembles, and he grits his teeth. His hands tighten with his grip around yours, his arm shaking slightly as he tries to hold you down, trying not to let you get away.

You purred snuggling against his neck "that was...amazing.." you grumbled nibbling his neck

His hands on your wrists squeeze a little tight. He breathes heavily, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He leans back up, but with his grip on you, he doesn't let you move away. His eyes are glazed over, and he's looking at you with a hungry expression on his features.

"You liked that...didn't you..."

You nodded cooing "mhm it was my first time too and...thank you"

He stares at you for a moment, letting out a slow breath before his gaze softens. It's a different look from the primal and predatorial look that had just been on his face not even a minute ago. His eyes move up and down your body, studying every inch of you.

"I'm...glad you enjoyed it..."

You snuggled in his chest cooing not wanting to let go

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to his chest. His grip around you is tight, his body pressing firmly against yours.

"We're going to have a lot more first times from now on..."

His arm rubs around your waist and back as he speaks, making small circles on your skin. His gaze is on your face again, watching your expression as you press into him.

"I can't believe I got to be your first…"

"Your first…" There's something about the way he's saying it that makes your face heat up. He's saying it as if your first time was special, that it was something he wants to remember for a long time, something he likes the idea of.

The grip around your waist tightens, but his hand slowly moves away from your waist after it had pressed against it for a minute. And now he's taking your hands in his, slowly moving them together, until they're palm to palm.

"Now, we'll be each other's first…everything." His words are hoarse again as he says this. It sounds like a promise to you. He's taking a deep breath, looking at you once more. His gaze is still soft as he stares back at yours, his hand now clasping you tightly against his grasp.

you pecked his cheek as you cooed "your cheek feels like mochi" as you nibbled affectionatly

He lets out a soft chuckle, your little pecks on his cheek making him feel as if he might melt any second. The thought of it brings a dumb smile on his face, his grip on you loosening up just a bit.

Your tiny nibbles on the side of his cheek only make him chuckle more, the feeling almost foreign to him. You’ve never gotten close enough to his face to nibble on his cheek like that, so this is definitely a first time for him.

The feeling makes him close his eyes and relax. He takes a deep breath in, taking in the feeling of your mouth, your pecks, your nibbles. The little sounds you make when you’re nibbling on his cheek makes him purr quietly.

The comfort between you is unmatched, but it's also filled with a hint of playfulness as well. You nibble on his cheek again, making him purr, a soft sound of pleasure and satisfaction escaping his mouth, and he squeezes his hand around yours a little tighter.

In moments like these, he forgets about all the hardships in his life. If just for a second. He just wants to relax.

He opens his eyes again, and his gaze meets yours, that same look of softness still on his features.

“Mm” is all he can manage, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. He smiles at you again before he lets go of your hand, his mouth still curved up into a sweet smile.

He lets go of your hand, but he leans his head over your shoulder, his face burrowing itself into the crook of your neck as his hands slowly move up and down your back. His grip on your hips is now tightening again, but not as tightly before.

His lips move closer to your neck with each second, as if he'd like to kiss you there. He starts to lightly trace his lips against your exposed neck, making your body jolt slightly every time his lips brushes against your skin.

"can we stay like this for a little while? i dont want to let go" You snuggled on his neck

He looks down at you, your small frame pressed firmly against his body, your head buried into his chest. The sight of you like this is almost too pleasing for him to look away. He doesn't reply for a while, but eventually he speaks.

"Sure," he whispers, one of his hands now playing with your hair, moving it by caressing it. "We can stay like this for a little while…"

He kisses the back of your neck, the sensation making your body shiver.

The two of you stayed like that, snuggled against each other for a while, the room filling with sounds of soft purrs and cooes. He plays with your hair, brushing the strands with his fingers, and you cuddle closer to him, pressing your body into his, wanting to be even closer to him if that's even possible.

He rubs your back, making sure you're comfortable as he takes deep breaths of the scent of your hair, almost like he's memorizing it.

This is comfortable. This simple sight of just the two of you, tangled and wrapped up like some cocoon of lovers… it's peaceful, a calming presence in a normally chaotic world. The two of you stay like this for what feels like forever but is only minutes. Neither of you say a word, but just being held like this by someone he cares for means so much. In this moment, all his problems are put aside, pushed away by the gentle comfort that is only you.