#gojo satoru x fem!reader

[jiarkives]

you’ll be safe here

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — with you, he can just be himself. not the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, not the honored one, not anyone the world expected him to be.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — hurt/comfort

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — ending was kinda wack but it is what it is 🫣 also, the title is from an opm song

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From the moment he walked through the front door of your shared home, you knew something was wrong. The heavy sigh he let out as soon as he was inside was enough to tell you that, but there was more. So much more.

His blindfold was hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was unkempt and messy like he had run his fingers through them more times than he can count on both hands. His usually bright, blue eyes are dull, lacking the sparkle in them. And if you looked closely, you could see how his hands trembled.

“I’m home,” he greeted, his voice quiet and almost bland as he practically collapsed on the couch.

You did not speak, opting to sit beside him on the couch wordlessly, close enough for him to reach for you, but not close enough to touch him. You did not want to overwhelm him more than he already was. You wanted to go at his own pace.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke, your voice still quiet, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He did not respond, the silence stretching out even longer, but you let him. You let him lay on the couch, almost unmoving when he finally spoke, “Can you hold me?”

It wasn’t the answer to your question, but it was an answer you were hoping for, so just as silently as you were since he got home, you moved closer to him slowly. You reached out tentatively, your fingers ghosting over his shoulder clad in his usual long sleeves before you finally, finally touched him. You rubbed his shoulders shortly before your arms snakes around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

His head immediately found its way to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before exhaling shakily, causing you to shiver slightly. Only when his face was burrowed deeply into your neck and he was hidden away from the world did he break.

His tears started falling silently at first, wetting your skin and your shirt. Then, his sobs followed almost immediately and soon enough, he was crying into your neck like the child he failed to be, while your arms wrapped around him tighter as you whispered assurances into his ear, like how a mother would to her child.

You let him cry everything out, biting your own tears back.

You did nothing but soothe him as he cried his heart out and you can only hope that his burdens were somehow eased with every tear that fell from his eyes.

And even when his tears had stopped and his cries were reduced to mere hiccups, you still held him tightly. You held him as you led him to your shared bedroom, into your bed. You held him as you laid on the bed, wide awake as he slept his worries away. You held him when the nightmares plagued his dreams, waking him up and sending him into tears yet again. You held him throughout the night until the sun rose above the horizon.

And when the new day arrived, only then did you let go. When the new day arrived, he never apologized for being vulnerable in front of you. He never did anymore. He never felt guilty for not being able to keep up with his usual façade around you anymore and you have never felt happier to know that he can truly feel safe around you.

[nightdncer]

“ it’s just a prank, isn’t it ? ”

✦ pairing : satoru gojo x fem!reader

✦ warnings : smut, teasing, taunting, choking, cusses, chasing, spanking , fingering , heavy description, 18+ only {last time : I will not blocking anymore, just don’t blame me if you get in trouble}

✦ A/N : I’m so indecisive with these stories help :p

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you ran through the house, not trying to find a hiding place no more. after all, he did find you before. he was right behind you, yet you were always able to slip through his grip whenever he would try to tug on your shoulder to bring you close to him.

“just give up, dear..” he mumbled, but loud enough for both of you to hear. the both of you knew that you wouldn’t be able to run away from him, but you continued going.

he chuckled softly at you getting out of his grasp again. “look at you…” he panted out. you were surprise he was panting. were you too fast? well, probably not. you were just running away from him for a while now. “hah… thinking you can actually run away from me.”

he then reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him. “caught ya.” he then pushed your head to rest again his chest.

“told you just to give up, didn’t I? I gave you a chance..” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “but you didn’t listen to me, like a little brat, huh?” suddenly, he lifts up his hand and then slapped your ass.

“hah!” you gasped out in surprise, your body leaned down with his arm wrapped around your neck, making you stabilized to not fall down.

“no, no, n-” you whined out as he continue lifting up his hand and then going down. “what do you mean, ‘no’, dear?” he whisper in your ear again, obviously teasing you. “being a brat again? I told you what happened when I would caught you.”

“nono, ‘m a good girl…”

he chuckled softly at you trying to say you were a ‘good girl’. I mean, you were, but not to him at this very moment. but feeling your head lean against his arm more, his eye softly softened. “trying to make me softer? you’re so dumb..”

swat!

“hmgh..!!”

“good, good.. maybe you can be a good girl sometimes.. making those pathetic noises for me..” he mumbled, then grabbing your ass to be in his hand. “huh..? what are you gonna-”

“shut up, shut up..” he mumbled out, panting out in excitement. he then pushes you to where you were leaned up against the couch end, his body leaning over you.

“look at you, covering your whole body.. even when I’m here… y’know you can just wear my stuff to cover up your body but not with so many stuff, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his eyes locked with yours. “you know you could just wear nothing sometimes here, hmm?”

“you hear me?” he grabs your chin to make you look up at him.

“yes..”

“incorrect.” he said, like a truth detector, like he was a truth detector, and you just lied to his face. he then wraps his hand around your neck, slightly tightening his grip but not enough for you to be such a a struggle to breath.

“yes…. sir.?” you mumbled out, questioning if it was a wrong answer.

“good, good…” he still kept his hand holding your neck. “mhm…” he hummed out.

and just before you could do anything, he grabs your waist and mad you sit on his lap, your face pressed against his chest. he then rubs his hand up and down your back, as if to softly comfort you for what’s coming next.

“warm, huh?..”

“warm…”

he chuckled softly at your little soft response. he then started planting kisses on the top of your head and your forehead. “cutie..” he whispers, but not directly at your ear like he’s done before earlier.

he gently pulled down your skirt, along with your panties while still kissing your forehead to distract you. he then slid his fingers around your wet clit, then inserting his index and middle finger into you. you were so oblivious, you couldn’t even tell that he was fingering you at this point. probably because he was still planting kisses on your forehead every now and then, and the warmth radiating from his chest to your face.

suddenly, your legs jolt in pleasure, your eyes widening in surprise. you turn you head around to see your skirt and panties on the floor with his hand right up against your clit.

“finally now noticed, huh?” he whispers, as he continue going in and out. “so tight…” he grunts out.

“t- toru..” you moaned out his nickname, his silly little nickname you always liked to tease him with. “hm?” he said, his fingers now being cover with your juices. “w- why.?” you weren’t complaining, you were enjoying and accepting it. you were just wondering why he was doing this. you thought he was comforting you in a soft way, and now it’s intimate.

“it’s just a prank, isn’t it?”

“but do tell me if you want to stop.” he assures you, letting you know you do have slight control in this situation.

as he continue fingering you, your legs were shaking uncontrollably. “h- hah..!” you moaned out, it being muffled since your face was right against his chest. “aw, shaking?” he mumbles in your ear. “what a little pathetic thing..”

“s- stop..”

“stop what?”

“teasing me..”

he chuckled softly, then slapping your ass again like what you just said was pathetic as he scoffed. “cmon, what did you expect from me, huh?”

he wasn’t wrong. it was Satoru Gojo himself, he was a big tease.

“coming? coming huh?” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“mhm..”

and as just as you replied, you did came on his fingers.

“don’t worry, I’ll clean up while you sleep, mkay?”

“uh huh..” you softly said as your eyes shut, the last thing you hearing was Gojo quietly laughing.

[auclairedetoru]

Hello! I'm a little nervous because I haven't requested anything in a long time, but I was hoping that maybe you could write something for Gojo with a tall, muscular fem reader? Maybe some headcanons? The buff girlies hardly get any love. Thank you 🥺

- 👾Anon

Absolutely! I've noticed the majority of the time the reader is always described as smaller than the character, which don't get me wrong, I love feeling petite and adorable in fiction since that's not the reality 😭 but the strong tall girlies deserve representation too, that's why in my roomie! Sukuna story I made the reader a boxer!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Oh you asked Gojo about his girlfriend? Oof, get ready for him to talk your ear off.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'll tell you all about her personality. How she's incredibly sweet, and she takes care of him and his students and friends with all the love in her heart, and she's so smart, he's pretty sure whoever made her chose only the best qualities.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 And then he starts talking about her looks and physique... Oh boy, if he wasn't hyper excited before, he's gonna be now.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The first thing you'd notice about Gojo is how fucking tall he is. He's nearly 191cm, 6'3 in freedom units. He could very easily cosplay slenderman. People have a hard time looking up at him because their necks start to hurt after a little while, but... Not his girlfriend.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She isn't as tall as Gojo, but she can make eye contact with him with ease, and he LOVES it! He can wrap his arms around her shoulders and hug her, he can kiss her without bowing down nearly 90 degrees, he can give her piggy back rides without having her stand on a chair first. He just loves her height, it was perfect, like she was made that tall just for him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Then there's her strength, and no, not the mental strength, but physical. Every time he sees her wearing shorts and/or sleeveless shirts, he goes feral. She makes him feel like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time, or like a school girl with a crush.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His girlfriend trains hard everyday, and over time she has built very strong muscles that make Gojo salivate. His favourite thing to do is bite them, which earned him the nickname "vampire Toru" and every time she feels his teeth sink into her arms or thighs, she'd say something along the line of “uh oh, vampire Toru is awake!”. Namami told him that if he had a tail it would start wagging because of that one simple sentence.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gojo loves play fighting with her because she manhandles him with no fear of hurting him and it drives him crazy. Sometimes he lets her win just so she can pin him down on the floor, he would playfully gasp with a hand in front of his mouth to make her giggle, but the blush on his cheeks is very real.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When his students met her for the first time, they were in awe (except for Megumi who already knew her). Her smile and voice were so sweet, but everything else about her would definitely crush them with a flick of her finger.

“Your shoulders are very broad.”

“thank you! I worked very hard on them.”

“and you're so tall.”

“you'll catch up to me eventually.”

“... Can you teach me how to be like you?”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At first, Gojo didn't like that, he was supposed to be their role model, not his girlfriend! He huffed and pouted when they ignored him and focused on her instead, but when he got home and his pretty girl showered him in cuddles and kisses and told him he is still her number one, he was back to his happy self.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Speaking of cuddles, Gojo loves when she holds him and vise versa. He never believed in soulmates, but with the way they fit in each other's arms no matter who's the little and big spoon, he started to believe she really is the other half meant for him and him only.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He doesn't have a favourite love language with her, because they were all his favourite ways of loving her. Whether it's through kisses, gifts, words, he does them all. He knows that the world has been harsh on her given that she doesn't look like what people think a woman should look like, so he tries his best to give her back the confidence they have taken away from her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Over the years and with the help of Gojo, she has become so confident and secure in herself. She stopped hunching over and hiding behind baggy clothes and now stands tall and wears whatever she wants, because she found someone who loves her for the things she thought made her unlovable.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 So yeah, his biggest flex is his tall and buff girlfriend.

It went into a totally different direction than what I had in mind but I hope you like it!

[pupkashi]

This has been living rent free in my head.

Gojo's wife getting into trouble /causing mischief with his students. Causing all sorts of chaos with other classes.

EEEK YES HIS WIFE WOULD BE SO SILLY WITH THE FIRST YEARS ESPECIALLY 😭😭😭

i can picture you whispering with them at a table telling them all the hot gossip about the higher ups and the other teachers and then suddenly gojo is like

“hey guys !! what are you guys talking about :)” and y’all all just immediately are like “nothing haha not about nanami’s emo phase haha or your bad haircut during your first year haha or-” megumi smacks yuji to shut him up.

when they’re all training you’d bring them all snacks to keep them energized and motivate them by cheering them on, all of them smiling at you.

“when i buy them food they don’t smile at me like that” gojo pouts, pulling you into his side.

“aw baby, they just prefer me” you grin, kissing his lips and leaning your head on his shoulder.

the second years also love you <33 toge especially loves helping you pull pranks on the others, smiling and high fiving when they go to plan and you manage to pull it off.

maki thinks you’re so silly but admires you because you’re such a badass when you wanna be and you have gojo wrapped around your finger. the first time she saw you scold gojo she held her breath for you, shocked to see him sulking like a kicked puppy when you walked away from him.

the students just love having u around and anytime you’re near them they can feel the atmosphere lighten up and the tension dissolve with everyone of your jokes (good ones, as opposed to satoru’s terrible dad jokes).

[lost-in-tokyo]

Jealousy

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader (feat Geto Suguru)

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: Bored at a party, you and Geto create the perfect plan to make Gojo pay attention to you. You just didn't expect to be punished because of it. (smut / nsfw)

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (don't forget your condoms), public sex, jealous sex, sex against the wall, cream pie, Gojo being a harsh dom. MDNI.

It was a saturday night, and you were stuck in a boring party along with your boyfriend and the other sorcerers. Everyone around you was dressed in the most expensive clothes you could ever imagine, which made you feel uneasy since the beginning

You thought Gojo would hate the music and the company as much as you were doing, but you figured you were wrong, when he spent over 30 minutes talking to some old men from Kyoto about god knows what.

When you lost the last fuck you could give, you simply walked away, sitting on an empty couch nearby, sighing.

“Bored?” 

Geto’s voice made you look up

“You have no clue….”

“Actually, I do.”

He was wearing a black tuxedo, his hair up in a bun, his fingers with silver rings on. He got two glasses of champagne from a waiter passing by, before sitting beside you on the white couch and handing you one of them.

“Gojo on the other hand seems to be having a lot of fun” You mumbled.

“Wow, looks like he can actually have a serious conversation for more than 5 minutes” he let go of a dry chuckle before taking a sip of his drink.

You nodded, drawing all your champagne at once “He didn’t even pay attention to me today, and I bought this dress just because it’s his favorite color”

Geto eyed you, foxy eyes looking you up and down, taking a little longer on the visible flesh of your thighs, before stopping on the baby blue dress.

“And now-” You took his cup from his hand, drawing it as well “even those old men seem to be more interesting than me”

He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes glowing as an idea hit him. “I know a way you can catch his attention” A malicious smirk forming on his lips.

“How?”

He came closer to you, putting his arm on your shoulders, his face inches away from yours. 

“Just play along, he’ll come over soon” His hot breath fanning on your ear sending shivers on your body as he placed one of his cold hands on your thigh.

You stared at him for a few seconds, before you finally understood what he meant. He wanted to make Gojo jealous. Of course Geto wouldn’t lose a chance to tease his best friend. And you knew just by the dark look in his eyes that his plan would work out really well.

“Pretend you're laughing at something I said”

You decided to play along, laughing loudly, getting a glimpse of Gojo’s head turning towards the sound with the corner of your eye.

“He’s gonna be mad at you” You said in almost a whisper near his ear, only for him to hear.

He chuckled softly. “His face will be worth it”

You couldn’t help but giggle too, just from imagining Gojo complaining with Geto about why he shouldn’t touch you like that. His cheeks getting red from anger, while he still wouldn’t be angered enough to yell, because deep down he knows that Geto wouldn’t try anything with you. Not because Geto didn’t want you, but because of their friendship, he wouldn’t ever initiate any other sort of contact with you, unless Gojo allowed, of course. 

“You look handsome with your hair up, Geto…” you paused for a second. “But I prefer when you let your hair loose.” Delicately you took your hand towards his hair, carefully undoing his bun and letting his dark strands fall over his face.

It got him off guard when you helped him put his locks in place, your delicate fingers running through his hair in such a sweet manner he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

“There, all done.” You smiled sweetly as he opened his eyes.

Now this is gonna drive Gojo crazy, Geto thought to himself. 

And he wasn’t wrong, on the other side of the room, Gojo eyed the two of you from behind his glasses. His fists clenched as he breathed shortly. 

Why were you laughing so loudly? What had Geto said that was so funny? You should only laugh like that with him! 

Then he saw you undoing his bun, he saw your fingers putting his hair in place, making it delicately adorn his best friend's face, and he hated it. Couldn't you really behave for a second!?

And Geto was oh so dead, he'd hear Gojo complain for hours and have to deal with his bitter comments for the next few days.

And you? Oh, you would be punished in a whole different way. If you thought you could make him jealous, in public even, you were way out of your mind. Talking so closely to Geto, touching him like that, anyone that passed by would presume you were Geto's girlfriend. But you weren't. You were his.

Gojo felt his blood boiling as he noticed the way your slim fingers put his hair in place, how you took your time adjusting his strands. And looking at Geto he knew just how much his friend was enjoying that.

That was enough.

Quickly excusing himself, he made his way towards the couch you were both sitting on. His fists clenched, his knuckles almost going white.

“Oh hey, Sato-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as Gojo roughly grabbed your arm, lifting you off of the couch and dragging you outside the party, leading you towards the garden, a poorly lit area near the pool, no people were around, and you knew you had nowhere to run now.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could master.

“What’s wrong, y/n? What the fuck was that!?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice coming soft as you twirled a strand of your hair between your fingers.

His hands roughly grabbed your hips, pushing you against the wall. Your body hitting the cold material as a gasp left your lips. Now you knew you had fucked up.

You had never seen Satoru so angry, especially with you. He had his head tilted down towards you, and over his glasses you could see his eyes dark with anger. He put both his hands on the wall behind you, locking you between his arms.

He was scary, towering over you like a wolf, ready to kill. You knew you should start apologizing to him now, but something about his change in personality made you shut your thighs together, feeling your core start to heat up with his dominance.

“Don’t play around with me.” He hissed through his clenched teeth.

“You were busy, so Geto decided to keep me company.” You could’ve stopped there, but you didn’t, you pushed him even further. “You’d be surprised to know that he actually cares about what I’m doing. Different from you.”

One of his hands gripped your neck, a firm grasp, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make breathing difficult.

“So if I hadn’t taken you out of there, you’d have fucked him!?”

“Maybe…”

His lips clashed against yours, angry and fervent. He bit your lower lip, making you part your mouth as his tongue sneaked inside, taking dominance of your movements and making you gasp for air.

There was no doubt, sweet and caring Gojo wasn’t around today

You pulled his hair, delighted by the grunt that left his throat as he pulled away from you.

“Let’s see if you can still think of Suguru when I’m making you cum.”

He roughly turned you around, your hands making a clapping sound as they touched the cold wall you were currently facing. He lifted your dress and pulled you by your hips, making you arch your back and your face almost touch the wall.

A harsh slap was delivered to your right ass cheek, making you hiss. 

“Such a bad girl… It’s almost as if you wanted me to punish you.”

He pulled your panties down, but not before slapping your ass again. “Gonna teach you a lesson today.” 

You felt his hot breath against your core, but his lips never touched your pussy. Instead you suddenly felt two of his fingers making their way inside of you. The sudden contact making you moan.

“So fucking wet already. I didn’t even start yet.”

You didn’t need to see his face to know that he had a shit eating grin on his face.

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with such maestry that you closed your eyes, a soft breath leaving your lips, followed by a loud moan. “Yes, Satoru.”

His fingers quicked up their pace, fast movements while scissoring you, made a knot start to form on your lower belly. Your moans started to get louder with each minute and just as you were about to hit your orgasm, he removed his fingers from inside of you.

Looking back you saw him sucking his own fingers, cleaning your sweet juices from them.

“What? You thought I’d let you cum so easily?” He chuckled to himself. “Now I don’t care about how loud you moan, because I couldn’t give less fucks about people seeing me fucking this slutty pussy of yours. But remember, this is a party, people might hear you if you keep moaning like that.”

Inhaling deeply you felt his cock spread your folds, collecting your juices on its tip as his head entered you. You bit your bottom lip to try to hold back a loud moan, as he pushed his entire length inside of you all at once.

He started thrusting in rough movements, not giving you enough time to adjust to his length. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

His fingers held you firmly by your hips, pulling you towards him to meet with his movements. Just by the way he was holding you, you knew you would have bruises with the shape of his fingertips in the morning.

Your moans started to get louder and louder as you couldn’t hold them back, both your hands trying to keep you balanced against the brick wall you faced. 

You heard gojo hissing when you started to clench around him. His thrusts being too much for you to handle, your edged cunt wanting to orgams so bad that you cried out his name without even noticing.

“Do you think Suguru would be able to fuck your like this?” His hand gripped a fistfull of your hair, pulling your head towards him as he said near your ear.

“No,” You said before a particularly hard thrust. “Only you, Satoru…. Only you.”

Your fucked up brain wanting nothing else then to finally climax.

“Tell me who you belong to!” 

He demanded, but you were too lost in your pleasure to respond, your vision going white as your cunt clenched on him so much that he wouldn't have been able to move if you weren’t so wet.

A hard slap against your buttcheak made you wake up to life again, as his voice repeated the same sentence, this time louder, his teeth greeted. 

“You!” You screamed. “I belong to you, Satoru!” Heavy moans left your mouth as you weren’t able to hold back anymore.

“Good girl”

You felt his fingers part your folds and touch your clit, applying quick and harsh movements on it, making a cry leave your lips as your legs started to tremble.

“Cum to me, princess. Show me how much you want my cum inside of you”

That was all you needed to hear, you closed your eyes, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your entire body shook against Gojo. A hard orgasm hit you, making your hearing disappear for a couple of seconds as all you could focus was on your pleasure.

Soon you felt spurts of Gojo’s seed inside of you, painting your walls white with a loud moan of his.

He hugged you, his arms helping you stay up and pushing you against his warm and sweaty torso. His hot breath fanned on your ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“You have to stop being a bad girl to me, baby…. Or else I’ll have to keep teaching you lessons”

Your breathing was irregular as you spoke up. “Sory, Toru.”

“I know you are, baby girl.”

He kissed the top of your head before pulling out, helping you adjust your dress before he did his pants again.

I need to make Gojo jealous more often, you thought to yourself.

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[villainbait]

Little Love Affair (LINK)

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader | Gojo Satoru x You

Tags: Fluff, fluffy sex, vanilla, semi-public sex, public sex, teasing, quickie, almost caught in the act, faculty room sex, school sex, loveseat sex, implied vague mention of cum eating, mentions of reader’s lingerie, creampie, canon gojo satoru behavior, if i ever write about condom usage call the cops, it means i’ve been kidnapped, PWP, Smut, Fluff and Smut

Summary:

“Eager today, aren’t you?” His tone was halfway to condescending and normally you’d bluff that you weren’t desperate for him just so he would work that much harder, but this time you couldn’t deny it. The moment Satoru slipped his hand between your thighs he’d know just how much you wanted him and the confession would spill from your lips how you had been aching all day for his text. You and Gojo Satoru get hot and heavy in the faculty room as a treat.

A/N: Just wanted to write something fluffy again before I go back to writing darkfic. ♥ Please enjoy.

[empyreanwritings]

Not Your Average Birthday

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only - minors DNI, light smut, mentions of throat fucking/gagging, implied cheating (reader & her bf cheat on each other and they're fine with it), Gojo is a Cocky Asshole, pet names (princess, baby, etc), dirty talk

Word Count: 846

A/N: Shoutout to me for coming back to the writing world just to write something totally self-indulgent and horny. Love yall ❤️

"Happy Birthday, Princess!" Gojo sets a velvet box in your hands, and you can't help but smile.

Until you open it and see a small silver chain with a diamond studded 'S' dangling from it.

"Gojo-"

"Satoru," he corrects you.

You huff. "Satoru, you know I can't wear this. My boyfriend would flip."

Gojo sucks his teeth and gently pulls the necklace from the box. You don't fight him as he pushes your hair over one shoulder to hook the necklace around your neck. Both of you know, despite your protests, you would have worn it anyways.

"Your boyfriend knows I've been fucking you for the last year and doesn't say shit," he mumbles against the crook of your neck. "He cheats on you too, and he can't fucking take me in a fight, so wear it."

You twist the small charm between your fingers, smiling softly to yourself. "You claiming me right in front of him?"

"Baby, I'd fuck you right in front of him," he says and grabs your chin, forcing you to look away from the necklace and into his eyes. "I'd fuck you brainless, make you cry my name over and over again in front of him. Make it known that only I can make you feel that good."

"I'm surprised you even let him have me too," you whisper.

Gojo chuckles darkly. "Oh, princess, he doesn't have you. You go on dates, sure. He fucks you, occasionally. But you aren't his."

You don't know when he started backing you towards the bed, but your knees hit the edge and send you toppling backwards before you can comphrehend it. Gojo crawls on top of you, placing his hands on either of your head and knocking your knees apart so he can slide his against your core.

"You're mine," he reminds you with a cocky smile. "The second I tell you to dump that lame ass boyfriend, you will."

"Oh? You're so sure?"

His stupid smile doesn't falter as he tugs on the necklace. "I'm sure. In fact, I've decided you owe me a present. Dump him right now."

"But it's my birthday! You can't make demands on my birthday."

His knee shifts against you, and you choke back a moan. He doesn't like being told no, but he knows you aren't serious. If you were, why are you reaching for your phone?

"Princess, call him right now and dump him, and I promise I'll make this a birthday you'll never forget."

His fingers dip below your neckline, tracing along the lacy edge of your bra. He's not even touching them, but your nipples are already hard. You love how possessive you've made him just by implying he might share you with your boyfriend. It shouldn't make you wet, but it does.

You press the phone against your ear, and his smile grows. That little feral look in his eye makes your heart race, and it takes you a few seconds to greet your boyfriend when he answers.

"Is everything okay?" He asks when you don't say hello right away.

"Y-yeah," you manage to squeak out just as Gojo cups your breast. "I need to tell you something."

Gojo rolls his eyes. Why the hell were you drawing this out?

He snatches the phone from your hand and places it between his ear and his shoulder. He refuses to let go of your tit, and he needs to use his other hand to stuff two fingers into your mouth to keep you from protesting.

It works, too. The second his fingers hit your tongue, your lips wrap around them and greedily start sucking.

"So, I hate to break it to you, man, but she's gonna have to break up with you," Gojo taunts through the phone. "I don't like to share, and you're not even making her cum so what use are you?"

"What the fuck-"

"I know, I know, it must be hard finding out this way," Gojo stops and hisses when you bite down on his knuckle. "But I'll make you a promise, yeah?"

"The hell kind of promise are you going to make?"

"That I'll fuck her so dumb, she won't even remember who you are or that she was ever in a relationship with you." You moan against his fingers, and he smiles. "You have a good day now, bye bye."

He tosses your phone onto the nightstand amd forces his fingers down your throat until you gag. Tears blot at the corner of your eye, but he doesn't pull back. Only tells you to relax your throat for him.

"See, princess? You don't belong to anybody but me. Don't ever fucking think otherwise."

You nod the best you can. You're his. All his, you want to say.

He pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth sloppily, letting drool dribble down your chin and all over his hand.

"Now let me fuck this pretty throat of yours to show you what a good birthday girl you are, yeah?"

[goxjo]

⟢ ┈ Thinking about satoru finding out your ex never made you cum, so he records an audio of you whining, screaming through your orgasms… and sends it to your ex.

+ cw. consensual recording, prone bone, squirting, MDNI

You pant through the first 10 seconds, whimpering breathy little pleas for Satoru to pick up the pace- to keep going, to go “harder, harder, harder, just like that baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

The next few minutes, Satoru is gracious enough to narrate how he fucks you in every detail- keen on painting the lewdest picture of you for your ex to visualize. Satoru is a menace. It absolutely has to be vivid or he won’t feel satisfied.

Satoru chuckles, describing how tight you’re clenching around his cock, “so fucking tight.” He describes how he’s got you laying down flat on the bed, gripping the sheets, ass perked with your legs locked tight between his, all while he hisses and groans with every slam of his hips against your ass.

He’s so considerate of your ex, he makes sure his phone is close to his hips so your ex gets to hear even the squelch of your pussy with how wet you’ve gotten- and keep getting- till you’re practically creaming on his cock.

And the cherry on top, he ruthlessly quickens his pace, fucking you so deep his balls slam on your ass, your voice shakes in sync with every second he rocks your body, whining incoherent spurs of how good his cock fucks your pussy, “ahhh!!!” In the end it’s all screams from you, harmonizing with Satoru’s muttering of how insanely pretty you look. He’s grateful his phone was able to record even the slosh of your juices.

After Satoru hits send, he doesn’t stop there and follows with a text that says: “Sorry she’s faked it with you for the longest time, just thought you should hear the real one.”

[xazse]

Satoru who hates, absolutely despises you: Suguru’s girlfriend.

He hates you so much, he hates how you sound when you’re on the phone with Suguru late at night, giggling and sharing secrets and if he listens close enough the secrets are gross.

He hates how you’re so damn nice to him even if he’s brushing you off clearly not wanting to talk to you, Suguru has scolded him many times telling him that he’s acting like a child.

He hates how everytime he asks Suguru to hang out you’re almost always there sitting in his lap whispering sweet nothings, he’s gagging everytime you look away with Suguru looking at him.

He also most definitely hates when Suguru sends him shots of your soaked panties just from Suguru teasing you. He hates how you said it’s okay because you feel bad for Satoru, mind you he gets plenty of pussy! He doesn’t need photos of your sopping cunt on his phone.

His hand definitely doesn’t slip into his pants when he gets an attachment from Suguru, and he isn’t fondling his sensitive cock.

He’s lying to himself, he fucking lovesss you, he loves how pretty your ass looks when you’re taking Suguru’s cock from the back, he loves when you whine for more.

He really can’t help but jerk off his cock so roughly in tune with the video, he makes a mess when he keeps rewinding to a certain point to stretch out his orgasm.

[mahgyu]

Gojo smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact! 

⠀

──── Satoru has a certain obsession with feeling your taste over his tongue. The sensation of pleasure filling you awakened all your senses, the hot tongue now slowly sliding along your slit, making you see stars. Satoru didn't take his eyes off you, feeding off your pleasure and striving to provide you with more.

Your hands caressed the white strands of Satoru's hair with gentle strokes and punished with pulls. Your mouth formed a straight line, helping to keep the erotic sounds trapped in your throat, even though you felt the urge to let them out into the air.

"Ah... Satoru" you moan his name, feeling him pull his face away just to make room for his own fingers to enter your slick opening.

"Satoru~ah! " he playfully mocks your helpless state, stimulating your soft interior with his thick digits, returning to suck on your already sensitive clitoris. "Come on, sweetie, give me everything" you hear him murmur, followed by the erotic sounds of suction on your intimacy.

You lift your hips upward in search of more contact with Satoru's lips and skillful digits, as he delighted in your lubrication, rubbing his face from side to side against your intimacy like a starving man. It was incredibly sensual how his cheeks now had a rosy hue and were smeared with your arousal.

But Satoru, on the other hand, was hard as a rock, unconsciously rubbing his aching cock against the bed, wanting to fuck your pretty pussy until you were wrecked. But he wouldn't stop devouring you now, not with you being so close to coming on his face. And believe me, he wouldn't be satisfied until he had you squirting.

⠀

Gojo's version bbys!

Which one do you suggest should be next?

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[gojhoes]

boynextdoor!gojo who swears that he's physically incapable of pulling out when he's fucking you

boynextdoor!gojo who absolutely talks you through it until you're a trembling mess

boynextdoor!gojo who always makes you taste yourself on his fingers

boynextdoor!gojo who makes it his life goal to keep you as addicted to him as he is to you

boynextdoor!gojo who isn't sure if you could call it a breeding kink- he just loves to cum deep inside your pussy

boynextdoor!gojo who will spend hours edging you just so he can feel you squeeze him like hell just before he loses all control

boynextdoor!gojo who doesn't even bother to buy condoms anymore

boynextdoor!gojo who seems carefree on the outside but is always thinking about the next time he gets to have you

boynextdoor!gojo who revels in the fact that he's pussy-whipped; he takes full advantage of how pliant you are; doesn't matter when or where

[nkogneatho]

HOUSE OF ORGASMS

favorite spot at home where jjk men like to fuck you.

— cw: fem!reader, exhibitionism, praise kink, temperature play, water play, hair fisting, cunningulus, fingering, cum eating, slight degradation, breeding mentioned.

— a/n: thank you beyoncé. take me off your list please.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍

Kitchen is Satoru's favorite place in house. He is a foodie at heart. When he comes home from long, draining missions, the first thing that pulls him in is the aroma of the delicious food.

Satoru never announces when he is home. He likes to surprise you by hugging you from behind, hands locked on your tummy. He nuzzles his face in your neck, taking a whiff of your scent.

“I am home, sugar,” he announced. The vibration of his low voice sent shivers down to your core.

“Toruuu. Don't mess with me when I am cooking,” you purred

“mmh hmm,” he chuckled. “and how am I messing with you, my love?” His hands traveled around your body, enticing it more, and stopped only when they reached to your cunt.

“No panties, huh? Were you expecting this?” He whispered in your ear. Your hands trembled as they stirred the soup.

“Wanted to give you easy access.” A giggle escaped your lips, knowing how easy it is to tease him.

“Then let me make use of it, yeah?”

You turned off the stove before Satoru turned you around, picked you up and placed you on the counter top in the middle. You watched him get on his knees, loosening a few buttons of his shirt. He spread your legs apart, licking his lips at your glistening pussy, inviting him for a taste.

“Thank you for the meal” was the last coherent sentence that was heard from his mouth because he spent the next twenty minutes slurping, slobbering and spitting on your pussy. Even if a few praises managed to escape his mouth, they were caught by your clit the way he was trying to speak while being face deep in you.

You watch him unbuckle his belt with one hand to free his strained cock, his tongue not leaving your pussy for even a second. Fuck. His moans were driving you crazy. Your pretty fingers tightened around the white locks of his hair, and that's how satoru knew you were close. He shoved two digits up your cunt as he teased your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.

“fuck fuck fuck I'm close. Anh! Anh! Anh! Yes toru fuuuuuuuck” you cried as you came all over his tongue. He licked the remnants of your cum off his lips and asked you to clean off his soaking wet digits. The way you started kitty licking them, holding his wrist and slurping on them, made his cock shoot a load on the fabric of his pants.

He looked at you with a pink face, “shit. Tell me if your curry needs some sauce.” You lightly hit him as he laughs it off.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐘

Toji is a possessive man down to the core. Every so often a little too much. Any man who dares to even spare you an innocent glance looks away in seconds when he finds a 6 feet tall figure burying daggers in his body with just his look.

So when the man next building started interacting with you, toji knew what he had to do. Especially, when it’s really convenient that his window and your balcony were parallel. 

“Tojii  please. Someone will catch us,” you cried.

“Let them. I want them to know who ya belong too.” It was too much. Your legs were losing control. Your limp body pressed against the glass windows with your hair wrapped around toji’s fist, he was rutting against you mercilessly.

He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you against him as he angled deeper into your

“Fuck, you're so delicious, baby. If I could, I would fuck you in front of the whole city so them motherfuckers know to keep their dirty hands off my pretty slut”

He started pounding into you harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the night air as he claimed you with fierce possessiveness. When you tried to bite your lip to stop yourself from crying out too loud, toji leaned forward and pulled you into the deepest kiss, making you vulnerable to scream the most desperate moans.

“I hope that pervert’s watching… wishing he could be in my place, splitting you open and making you scream like this.”

He growled low in his throat, the hold on your hips tightening to the point of bruising as he fucked you with ruthless intensity. He felt your pussy clench around his cock, signaling your impending orgasm as you arched your back, your spot craving more for that sweet release.

“Tojitojitojitoji” you cried. You were sure that people saw you two but your brain was so fucked out that you couldn’t care less.

“hmm” he chuckled in amusement. “Looks like lover boy’s watching us, doll. Scream my name more, yeah? Fhhuck-” Your walls clenched around him. You could feel the thick veins as your walls hugged them tightly.

“attagirl. atta.fucking.girl. Just like that baby. Cum f’me”

“tooojiiiii fhuuuuuck” your wails of pleasure echoed through the city.

“I know baby. I know. I’m close too. Keep throwing it back, hmm?”

He threw his head back with a loud groan as he followed you right after your edge, his cock pulsing violently as he filled you with his warm cum.

“Y’er mine… All mine… Never forget it, doll” he sighed in your ears, catching your limped body, trailing kisses all over your back. He definitely had a good sleep that night knowing he would keep his hands off you from tomorrow.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐔𝐁

Suguru is a caretaker at heart. He knows what you need, even when you don't. When you come home, all he wants is to wipe away all your stress.

You walked through the door and the calming scent of lavender lured you in the room.

“Suguru? Suguru, love, I am home.” Amidst of calling him and seeking him with your doe eyes, two large hands appeared on your waist and locked against your stomach.

“Been waiting for you, my love,” Suguru purred in your years with the deepest yet softest voice. “Follow me”

He tugged lightly on your wrist and guided you to the warm bubbly water of the bathtub. The scented lavender candles painted the night with dim yellow. Big hands undressed you, kissing your skin as he pulled each piece of clothing with gentleness. He got in the tub first, then guided you in. The warm water immediately making you feel better. The soft foam enveloped your body as he pulled you against him, your back pressed against his chest.

“Mmm, baby… This is where you belong, wrapped up in my arms” he said as he kissed your bare shoulder blade.

He trailed his fingertips lazily over your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks until they hardened against his palms.

“Mhmm, suguru...” you moaned.

“Shhh… Let me take care of you, love. Just tell me what you want, mkay?” You nodded.

He gently pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers, watching with satisfaction as you arch into his caress.

“I could spend hours just playing with these perfect tits… But there's so much more of you that I need to take care of.” Long fingers started traveling down, feeling the gentle curve of your hips, until they reached the place that was yearning for his touch.

You squirmed when he pinched your clit lightly. “Hmm…sweet little pussy.” He chuckled. “Always so eager for me.”

“Just for you.”

“I know, darling.” He started stroking your folds with his fingers, coating it in your slick, the warm water stimulating your clit more.

He leaned in to capture your mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with yours as he put his hard cock in your pussy with increasing intimacy in the warm, soothing water.

Suguru started rubbing your clit underwater, his cock was tucked inside your walls, not moving an inch. He knew he needed you to relax first. You didn't know if it was the water, the ambience, or the fatigue of the whole day, but you were close, sooner than usual. Suguru could feel your body tightening as you held on his arms tightly.

“Sugu…'m close”

“Let it go, baby. Cum for me.” His command sent you over the edge as you orgasmed, hands holding the edge of the bath tub so tightly.

“Good girl.” He praised as you clashed your erratic body on him, chest heaving.

“Wow. That was…"

“Amazing, right?” He kissed your head.

“Mhmm. Now…how about I ride you in here.” You turned to face him as you suggested.

“But you're tired, baby.” Suguru's worried voice melted you.

“Never for you.” You winked at him as you aligned his cock with your entrance once again. Honestly, Suguru gave you a reason to skip work.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

Being a king throughout 1000 of years, Sukuna has grown a liking to sitting on his throne with his thighs spread out and face resting on one of the hands. So, guess how he fucks you? Like the king that he is.

He sits on the couch with both his arms stretched and resting on it, all while you squirm as you struggle to put just his flushed tip in.

He smirked down at you, eyes gleaming with lust and pride as he watches your expressions.

“Need a hand, woman?”

“Shut up, sukuna. Give me a—ngh a s-second.” You scowled, trying to fit him in.

“Sure. Take all the seconds you want. Also," he leaned in, unresting his back from the couch, “… If you want to run your mouth like that, then better do it after you manage to get it in. It doesn't sound convincing when you stutter like a slut.”

He was clearly pushing your buttons, and you were pushing down your cunt out of fury and frustration. And you managed to get it in, moaning out his name desperately, hands immediately falling on his shoulder to maintain balance.

“Easy. Easy tiger.” His hands supported your back. “Hmm…don't hurt yourself.”

“I-I won't. Lemme ride it, kuna.”

“All yours,” he smiled.

He grasped your hips firmly, guiding you to sink again onto his length in one smooth motion

“Mmm, yeah. Just like that. Take what you need from your king”

He let out a low groan as you begin to move, rolling your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that had both of you panting with pleasure, only sukuna wouldn't make it obvious on his face. He is too cocky for that.

“Shit. You're so tight.”

He leaned forward to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he savored the taste of your moans

“That's right, baby. Ride it good. Make those pretty tits bounce.”

He broke the kiss to gaze at you, his hands sliding up to palm your breasts, teasing the stiff nipples between his fingers.

“Look at you, sweetheart. So gorgeous, trying to be in control. I love watching you take what you want.”

He started to thrust up into you, meeting your downward strokes with increasing urgency as your bodies moved together in perfect sync.

“Fuck…kuna. Too deep. Ah!”

“Obviously. Wanna give up?”

You vigorously shook your head. “No…feels good.” He chuckled at you.

He reached beneath you to rub at your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers of delight through your body. “Come on, pretty thing. Drench this cock with your juices.” You start moving faster, losing your composure as you chase your high.

“fuck. Ah! Kuna kuna yes! Gonna cum. Anh! Anh! Fuck. Aaaah!" You screamed in pleasure as you came, head rolling back as sukuna's grip on your waist tightened as he shot his load in you.

“Fuck! Agh—shit” his thighs trembled. “Take it Take it. Take it.” He growled as he emptied his balls in you. His forehead crashed on your shoulders.

"Shit. Think you ready for a little brat just like you?"

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃

Nanami is a classic lover. He believes in change, but he also believes that some things should remain the same. Like how he likes to spoil you with flowers and letters, no matter how cliché they are considered. How he reads poetry to you every night. And how he fucks his cock deep in you on the bed in missionary.

Nanami lifted you onto the bed, laying you out on the soft sheets like an offering to be worshiped

“Ah, darling. You look so beautiful like this.”

He kicked off his pants and climbed onto the bed, soaking in the pretty sight of you.

He positioned him between your thighs as he drank in the sight of your glistening pussy. “Mmm, look at that. So wet and ready for me already.” He mumbled. You covered your face with the back of your hand. “Don't get all shy on me now.”

He lined up his throbbing cock with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your sensitive clit to elicit a moan from your lips. “That's it, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you want this.”

He grasped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he slowly sunk into you, relishing the feeling of your tight heat enveloping his hard on inch by delicious inch

“Fuck, baby. Just like always, you feel incredible,” he moaned out.

He started to move, setting a steady, deep rhythm as he claimed you with long, intense strokes.

“Ken…oh my g-god. Feels so good.”

“I know, baby. I love you,” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours, “Every inch of you.”

“Love you, too, K-ken—Ah Fuck yes! Right there.”

He seized your mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he continued to pound into you with increasing fervor.

“I love feeling you tense up around me, sweetheart. Fhuuck! Knowing that you're com-completely lost in pleasure, mindless and consumed by the need for more.”

He broke the kiss to gaze into your eyes, his own burning with raw desire as he picks up the pace, driving into you with reckless abandon

“You're mine, sweetheart. Go ahead. Claim me as you cum.”

He continued to pleasure you with slow, deliberate movements, delving deeper to stroke your inner walls with his girthy cock, coaxing you closer to the brink of ecstasy

“I want to hear you, sweetheart. Say my name.”

“Ken! Ken! Yes, Ken! Make me cum. Fuck.”

You reached your high, and you locked your legs tightly around his waist. Your clenching walls sent Nanami over the edge, and he climaxed with a guttural roar, slamming into you one final time as he erupted inside you, painting your insides with wave after wave of his hot release.

“Ah, fuck yeah. So good, sweetheart.” He crashed onto you like a weighted blanket, chest heaving. “Did you feel good?”

“So good. I love you, Ken.”

"I love you more, darling."

[jiarkives]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — angst, implied death, implied abduction and torture

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ notes — just a brainrot (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) forgive me for the rusty writing, i have not written in so long

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Loving the strongest one is not for the weak; you knew that when you agreed to a relationship with Gojo Satoru.

However, you never knew just how hard it is until you’re sitting in a restaurant you have reserved a week prior, alone as you wait for him because he’ll make time for your anniversary, right?

Until you’re walking home in the dark, cold and alone, when you could’ve been driving around the city with him.

Until you’re lying in the middle of the night, awake and alone, worrying when he’ll come home– if he’ll ever come home.

Until you’re crying yourself to sleep alone as you clutch your phone in your hand, desperately waiting for a message from him, or from his friends– any sign to let you know that he’s alive.

Until you’re waking up in an unfamiliar room alone, hearing unfamiliar voices outside the door, gloating about how they “have got the strongest one’s weakness”, wondering when he’ll come for you– if he even knows you’re gone.

Until you’re battered, bruised, and alone with your captors as you desperately try to stay conscious because he’s going to come and save you, right?

Loving the strongest one is not for the weak, and safe to say that you have never been weak. But you’re just human. And you’re not the strongest one, after all.

[obsesssedblerd]

“Oh, Nanaminnnn!” 

At the familiar, cheery voice, Kento looks up to see no one other than Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorframe of his office with his usual grin. “Saw with my Six Eyes that you came to fill out those reports here instead of doing it from home. Been so long since you showed your face here and—” He cuts himself off with an excited gasp, then walks closer as his smile grows wider. “You brought my little mochi!”

In Kento’s left arm, his daughter—who had woken up from her nap about ten minutes ago—coos excitedly when Satoru enters her vision, reaching her hands towards him. “Well, hello there, sweetheart! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” He slides his hands under her plush arms, then picks her up, skillfully—and safely, Kento notes—holding her in his arms. Tiny hands brush against Satoru’s blindfold, and he lifts it so his niece can see his blue eyes. They immediately soften when the baby girl laughs when he gently tickles her tummy. 

It’s so cute that Kento can’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting. 

“Wait—Did I hear that right?! Nanamin’s here?!” 

“Itadori, wait for us!” 

“Kugisaki, you dropped your bag—Oh, come on, guys, slow down!” 

Rapid footsteps approach, then the three first years appear at the door, gasping in unison. 

“Oh, my gosh!” Yuuji, the pink-haired teenager shouts as he points at the baby in Satoru’s arms. “Nanamin, when did you have a baby?!” 

Nobara’s question comes a split-second after Yuuji’s is finished. “Is that why [Y/L/N]-sensei quit a while ago?!” 

Megumi walks to stand beside Satoru to analyze the little bundle in his teacher’s arms. “She’s… adorable.” He mumbles, gently smiling when she wraps her hand around his finger. “Very adorable. She has [Y/L/N]-sensei’s laugh.”

“Isn’t she just so precious?” Satoru asks, proudly showing her off to the first years. “So sweet and friendly, just like her Uncle Gojo.” 

“Hopefully she won’t be as reckless as you,” Kento says as he holds his hands out, and Satoru returns his daughter to him. “[Y/N] and I already believe that she’ll be the exact opposite of me.” 

Yuuji sits beside Kento to get a closer look at her. “She’s so cute. How old is she, Nanamin?” 

“Four months as of yesterday.” 

Nobara crosses her arms and pouts. “How come only he knew?” She asks, gesturing to Satoru. 

“Well, when I had to go away on a long mission, she was only a month old,” Kento explains. “He kept an eye on her and [Y/N] for me; made sure that they were both safe. I’m very grateful. We had plans to tell you about our daughter soon.” 

“Where is she now?” Megumi asks. 

“At home. I wanted her to have the morning and most of the afternoon to herself. I’ll be heading back shortly.” 

Satoru and the students share similar looks with each other, and Kento knows what they want to ask. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. “Hi, baby,” you greet when the line connects, “how’s our girl?” 

“Hi, love. She’s amazing, as always,” he says as he looks down, playfully poking the little one’s nose. “I’m with Gojo and our students. They want to know if it’s alright to come and see you.” 

“We’ll cook dinner if you’re too tired!” Nobara chimes in hopefully.

“Actually, better yet, I can just order something for everyone,” Satoru suggests. 

“And we’ll clean up,” Yuuji and Megumi say at the same time. 

You laugh, then answer Kento, “That’s more than alright. Bring them here.” 

“Thought you’d say that. See you in a bit.” 

“Yes!” Yuuji cheers. “Alright, I’m gonna ride with Nanamin so I can sit next to the baby!” 

Nobara glares at him. “Not if I get to the car first!!” 

When they sprint out the door, Megumi groans before rushing after them. “Didn’t I just tell you guys to slow down? We’re going to the same place!” 

Satoru laughs, then waits for Kento to finish up so they can walk out together. 

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there was an ask in my inbox requesting a cute drabble for dad! nanami ft. gojo (as a trusted friend of his) and the first years, but it disappeared. hope u like it, anon <3 

[vagabond-umlaut]

gojo: when my wife is mad, i tighten the lids on all our jars so she has to ask me for help *sound of glass shattering in the kitchen* gojo: it doesn't always work, though

[chososdiscordkitten]

Are You A Chick?!

artist: @kcokaine_ on twt

Synopsis: Gojo gets turned into a woman for a few hrs and reader nd him get down to fun activities ^-^

Pairing: Fem!Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: established relationship, unexplained gender bending, GOJUSSY :D , wlw, use of his/her regarding gojo, fingering (f gojo receiving), oral (f gojo receiving), squirting (gojo), SCISSORING🤩✂️, dirty talk, god I love women

MDNI

You were lying on your shared bed, bored, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. You were about to call him to ask why he was so late. Only you heard the front door of your apartment opening- bolting off the bed to greet him at the door. 

Halting your steps when you saw a smaller version of Satoru standing in the kitchen. 

Wearing the now oversized clothes you saw Satoru leave the apartment in that morning. You squint your eyes, scanning his face and noticing it was much softer. 

His jawline not half as sharp, poutier lips and a smaller nose- his face looked so similar, only it had a more feminine look to it. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same- big and adorned with thick white lashes.  

“Don’t say a word.” Satoru spoke- his voice a higher pitch and with a suede purr. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Satoru reach out a much smaller hand than you expected- “Are you a chick?” you parted your lips- amused at how the blush started to rise on your boyfriend’s cheeks. 

Satoru huffed- a bitchy sigh with his hip popped slightly. “It’ll only last for a few hours.” you huffed- entertained at the feminine voice Gojo spoke in. 

Though he was usually taller and broader, his clothes were too large for his now more petite frame. 

You darted your eyes down to her chest- Small pebbles peaked beneath Gojo’s tshirt, his small breasts forming two tents beneath the fabric. Widening your eyes and realizing that this was real. 

“Can I touch them?” you asked, the corners of your lip curled up- thinking about how sensitive Satoru was generally. You wanted to discover how sensitive your boyfriend was in a woman’s body. 

Satoru scoffed- sounding just like you’d expect him to as a woman, bitchy and bordering on a bimbo tone. 

Your boyfriend shook off the oversized jacket- showing you just how much smaller he was now. 

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows- small and effortlessly perfect, pushing out her tits and looking at you with a pouty glossed lip. 

You reached your hands out eager to feel your boyfriends breasts. “Should I be concerned that the first thing you wanna do when I get home is feel me up?” Gojo laughed- a soft giggle coming from her throat. 

Scoffing as you placed your hands beneath Gojo’s braless tits, “If I came home the opposite gender- what would the first thing you do be?” you scoffed, Parting your lips and grabbing what you could from her chest.

Perky and no bigger than an A cup. But her tits filled your palms perfectly. 

Your thumb took an exploratory swipe at the little bud formed beneath the t-shirt. Earning a light, pretty huff from Satoru’s lips, flashing your eyes back up at him with a glimmer circling your pupil. 

You raised your eyebrows- a greedy smile forming on your lips at all the thoughts that raced through your mind. “Can I fuck you?” You grinned, watching the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen. 

It took very little for Gojo’s lips to snap to yours- feeling the petite woman before you trying to take the reins from your hands- but all it took was one little grope at her ass to make Gojo compliant. 

Guiding Satoru back into your bedroom with your hands roaming beneath the hem of his shirt- grasping at the soft skin beneath the fabric with pretty whimpers falling from her lips onto yours. 

Pulling away from Satoru’s lips when you settled him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

Her lips pulled to the side, a soft ‘tsk’ leaving them as Satoru looked up at you. “Why does it feel like you’re more into this than normal?” Your gender-bent boyfriend bitched at you as you slipped off your shirt. 

Placing your hands onto the sides of Satoru’s chunky cheeks, pressing soft kisses onto the puffy lips of her face and guiding her to scooch up the bed. 

You grinned, placing your hands on the edge of Gojo’s shirt. “What does it feel like?” changing the conversation as you pulled Satoru’s shirt off his body. Hanging your mouth open and seeing the sight before you. 

Not in a million years could you picture the portrait that was painted before you. 

Satoru’s bottom lip pouted, a roaming blush forming on her chest and pink hardened nipples greeting you. 

“Feels like I’m gettin’ pawed at.” Satoru scoffed, pressing her lips back onto yours and feeling your hands rest on his hips, dipping your fingers beneath the band of the oversized sweats and rolling them off. Feeling Satoru’s hands mimic the movement on your own bottoms. 

Only this time- compared to the hundreds of others, Satoru’s hands had a soft, delicate touch. 

Satoru had you pinned as he naturally did, on your back and your legs spread with her hips resting between them. Satoru tugged your bottoms off as his delicate lips moved against yours. 

Feeling Gojo do the same, leaving him bare and waiting for something to happen- trying to recall what he usually does whenever he isn’t a woman- trailing his smaller hands from your side to your inner thigh. 

You scoffed- “This isn’t about me ‘toru.” you smiled, pulling his hands from your thigh and intertwining your fingers with her slim ones. Looking at the soft expression your boyfriends feminized face held. 

“You don’t wanna know what it feels like for me?” you grinned, trailing the tips of your fingers against her rib cage- causing a shuddering exhale to leave his lips. 

Satoru bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs twitch from your offer. 

You trailed your hand between her thighs, reaching the drenched center Satoru had ignored between his legs till now. 

Watching her mouth inhale sharply, batting his white eyelashes closed as you lightly traced your middle and ring finger against her core. 

It took very little for Gojo to straddle your thighs, leaning an arm back and planting it on your calf. Giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriends pretty, glistening cunt. 

As pretty and leaky as his cock was- this gave you a different kind of shiver down your spine from how fucking gorgeous he looked right now. 

Your hands rubbing softly on Satoru’s thighs, looking up to her shy expression. 

Satoru was a talker typically- teasing and being able to act on his horny threats just to make you blush. But now Satoru held her tongue, shy eyes avoiding your gaze. And squirming at the light grips you’d make against his thighs. 

And when her hips had ground down- instinctively as though you had cock for him. 

Or when your hands finally reached his pale inner thighs- you swore you could hear a slight shudder take the shape of a whimper leave Gojo’s throat. The prettiest sound you had yet to hear from him. 

He would let out pretty sounds generally, but this- this was something different. More defined, and less throaty. Almost as angelic as the pretty white lashes fanning over Satoru’s blushing cheeks. 

His hand urging you with a light squeeze at your thigh. When you finally traced the pad of your thumb against the little glistening pearl that you had neglected for what felt like an eternity to Satoru;

As though it was unwillingly, tossing her head back with a nibbled lip. Even the curve of her neck was fucking pretty. 

Dissolving into the feeling of your gentle thumb against his clit. His grip against your thigh turned to a squeeze with urge as you made more teasing circles against him with a hand on his pale thigh. 

Between a breathy moan, Satoru looked back to you- “It’s unfair that you get to feel this all the time.” she huffed as you applied a little more pressure to the sensitive nub. 

“Just wait till I make you cum-” you huffed with a smile, watching Satoru’s effeminate face churn with pinched eyebrows at your words. 

You raised your hand from his thigh- placing it flat, right where his womb would be. “Do you feel it building right here?” you asked in a murmur, looking up at your pretty boyfriend with amazed eyes. 

Satoru only nodded quickly- her plush lip tucked between pearly teeth and eyes closed. Your thumb making hastier circles and watching Satoru’s chest heave with eyes full of wonder.

Your hand traced to her bent hip, lightly squeezing at the malleable skin and watching the face Satoru made as you drew an orgasm out of her. The tips of your ring and middle finger circling at the taut entrance that seeped nectar. 

Satoru gasped when the pad of your thumb caught the very tip of his clit. Snapping one of his slender hands onto your shoulder as a brace. And your lips being right at the level of his perky tits- your lips parted and latched onto the puffy pink nipple on her chest. 

The whimpers that left Gojo’s throat were far too genuine- knowing how unashamed he was about them normally, the ones he let out now would be equally as unashamed.

Satoru’s lips parted in a small ‘o’- stuttering over every other moan as your thumb rubbed harsher circles against him. Your tongue lapped at the pebble of her nipple, sucking harshly to draw more pretty sounds from her lips. 

Gojo tried- she tried warning that they were cumming. As though some kind of mess would spew from him as it usually did. Only your hands didn’t care- neither did your relentless lips. 

With a choked moan- Satoru held his breath. His cunt clenching around nothing as the tips of your fingers felt the twitching his entrance made- as though she was trying to suck them in. 

Your eyes looked up at the pretty sight before you- parting your lips and throwing your head back. Watching with amazed eyes at the pale, shuddering shoulders that were graced with light goosebumps. 

Satoru’s eyebrows were lightly pinched, and her puffy lips parted- finally releasing the air trapped in his lungs with a pretty moan. 

Giving him a few seconds to shake off the aftershocks of his very first orgasm as a woman. Satoru trailed her hands to the side of your head, caressing gently and looking down with a peaked corner at her lip. 

“So unfair-” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips as his hips ground down to your fingers. Your thumb made little to no movements as Satoru’s hips urged your fingers to press inside. 

And as bitchy and needy as he was as a man- You knew not to deny Satoru this now. 

Isolating your middle finger and pressing against Satoru’s soaked, taut entrance- a whimper between a breath leaving his throat and rumbling onto your lips. Lightly curling your finger until you hit a little nudge inside him. 

The little prod making Satoru pull away from you with a soft whine. Both of his hands now on your neck and arm- trying to find soothing in whatever his hands could grip. 

“More,” Satoru whimpered into the air between you- a high pitched upturn ending her plea. Your lips latched onto hers- drawing your finger from her soft walls and pressing it to the neighboring finger. 

Lazily kissing at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses down to Satoru’s softer jaw. Pressing both of your fingers past her entrance- “So tight-” you murmured, feeling resistance from her walls as her hands gripped harder. 

Clearer whimpers and moans, leaving her throat at the light sting, your lips kissing down her neck- trying to find the sweet spot Satoru always allowed you to exploit. 

And when the tips of both of your fingers reached that same spot from earlier, the moan that left Satoru’s lips bordered on guttural- a high-pitched inhale followed as your lips found the sensitive spot of her neck. 

Suckling at the pale skin as your palm pressed flush against her clit. Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips started moving back and forth. Unashamedly rutting his cunt against the arch of your palm as your fingers lightly bumped into her gspot. 

Your lips formed a smile against Gojo’s skin- grateful of how pretty she sounded, almost like a hymn to your ears. Even more with the light squelches of his cunt frotting against your hand. 

Reaching your hand up her ribcage that flared with every sharp inhale she made. Lightly cupping her breast with a teasing thumb on the hardened nipple. 

It was too much for Satoru- overstimulating himself as his hips moved without instruction from his brain. The tingle of Satoru’s own gluttony formed in his spine as your thumb took a few soft swipes at his nipple. 

“M’gonna cum again-” she whimpered, as though it was you moving her hips against your palm. You pulled your lips from her collarbone with a smile. 

“Go ahead.” you instructed, tone far too deep and overindulgent as Gojo’s hips moved quicker- frotting her leaking cunt against you with a whimper. 

It was as though the pearly gates of heaven opened for Satoru as he felt another orgasm wave over her petite shoulders, his cunt clenching around your fingers. Barely able to keep his posture as she rode herself down- greedy hums leaving Satoru’s lips as you kissed at her chest. 

Using the hand on her hip to guide her to keel onto her side- landing on the bed with a pleased smile. Rolling onto her back as your lips planted gentle kisses on her sternum. 

Soft hums leave his lips as your hands spread his thighs. Tilting her head to the side and watching your shoulders rest between her flawless thighs. Placing a hand to the top of your head as your lips kissed at her thighs. 

“You’re so greedy~” Satoru hummed as your lips dampened small circles on her thighs- close to her glistening cunt, but still so fucking far. 

You let out a soft laugh, “I’m greedy?” softly caressing his outer thighs as she nodded against the pillows. Excitement reeling behind her cerulean eyes- so eager to know what it feels like to receive head as a woman. 

And as though her hand was urging you to finally kiss somewhere other than her thighs- you made a light lick from her perfectly displayed cunt up to her clit with a shuddering sigh leaving her lips. A groan left your lips at her flavor- as sweet as you expected her to taste. 

Your hands held Satoru’s hips, keeping them spread with her feet planted harshly against the bed. Your tongue made a few more kitten licks at her clit- hearing the desperation in every whimper that left her lips. 

Taking one of your hands and aligning it with her entrance again- right below your chin and slowly pushing them in. Your lips connect with the base of her clit with your tongue lightly swirling against the puffy nub. 

Your fingers moving with ease now- his cumt stretched just enough for you to start pumping your fingers. Satoru swore that his eyes would cross had he held them open- so he closed them. 

Thralling his head back into the pillows with a throaty moan- the hand on his hip moving up her side- gripping at Satoru’s breast with a light squeeze. 

Gojo’s back arching against the bed as your fingers prodded against her gspot. The whispers of overstimulation roaming up her spine once more as she felt another orgasm build in her womb. 

Only this time it felt different- His moans far too loud as your tongue made relentless swirls against her clit- your fingers bumping into her gspot at the perfect angle. 

“Wait-” Satoru inhaled sharply, his hips bucking up into your mouth as the knot in her tummy tightened. Nodding her head quickly as she fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping. 

You looked up at Gojo, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips greeting you as Satoru whimpered. Threats of ‘I’m gonna—’ left her lips as you continued the mean movements. 

Satoru sat up slightly with a groan- your palm filling with spurts of liquid as your fingers continued. 

Loud mewls leaving Gojo’s throat as your mouth refused to stop- making sure to drain Satoru as the sides of your face became drenched with his squirt. 

“J-jesus fucking chri-” she called out in an exhale- her hips stuttering against your lips as you slowed your fingers. 

And when you finally got your fill, Satoru’s hands cupped the sides of your face and pulled you back up to him. A light moan vibrating onto your lips as she kissed you. Tasting her own slick and essence on your lips with every swipe her tongue made against yours.

Your hands groping at her thighs as Satoru pulled away from your lips- looking into your eyes with urgency. 

“Fuck me baby, please-” She whimpered into the air, desperately needing to feel you. In any way she could. 

You pressed your lips onto hers again, feeling her hand roam down to your bottom and give you a squeeze, the other cupping at your breast- noting that even as a woman, Satoru had wandering hands. 

In the split second after Satoru begged you to fuck her- you thought to the how. No strap- no toys at your disposal- but then you thought of the closest thing. 

Rolling over with Satoru in your hands- leaving you on your back with one of Satoru’s knees planted beneath your thigh. The other straddled atop your other leg.

Completely tangled between limbs as you pulled your lips from hers- Your bare cunt and his threatening to touch as she looked at you with curious eyes. 

You placed your hands onto her hips, looking into her bleary, cerulean eyes and guiding her down. A little whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact of her cunt against yours. 

It took very little for Satoru to get the hint- planting her hands onto your sides and straightening her back. 

Taking a small nibble at her lip at the feeling of your clits bumping against each other. Looking down and watching at the small grinds he made- a small giggle laced with a moan leaving her lips. “Ffffuck, It’s like we’re kissing~” she grinned, causing you to let out a small laugh with an eye roll. 

Satoru reached for the back of your thigh with one hand, pinning it up slightly to give her a better access and a better view. 

Gojo tried starting at a slow pace- but the warmth radiating from your cunt onto his was undeniably tantalizing. 

Small moans fell from her lips as she started making unpatterned, sloppy thrusts against you. Uncaring if it wasn’t right- only that it felt good when his clit would bump against yours and the mixing slick of both your cunts making the filthiest shlops and squelches made him even more wet.

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust she made against you, your hands holding a bruising grip at her pale hips, following every grind she would make against you. 

And when Satoru’s thighs started burning from the frantic movements- your hands led her hips into the frotting. Through gritted teeth- “Right here ‘toru-” you mumbled, Satoru taking over for your hands and humping against that very spot. 

Her face churned with pure, undiscovered pleasure as the mixed slick made it easier to glide against you. 

Shared moans reverberated off the walls before Satoru leaned down to connect her lips with yours, her breasts pressing against yours harshly. Keeping the same quick pace against your linked cunts. 

His tongue slotting against yours sloppily as moans rumbled against each other- hands gripping at anything they could find with his clit grinding against your own neglected one. Building your own orgasm as you hummed against Gojo’s lips.

One of your hands on her plump ass- gripping harshly with the other on her hip- and Satoru’s were gripping for dear life at your plush thighs- working himself through the overstimulation with soft groans against your lips. 

Splitting the kiss with a loud whimper- desperate hips rutting against you at an unbelievable pace as you felt the knot in your tummy threaten to come undone- “I’m cummin-” she whimpered before pressing her lips back onto yours. 

Your eyes tightened as Satoru worked you past an orgasm, back arching against the bed as Satoru crossed the finish line with you. Squirting whatever was left inside of her against your cunt. 

Huffing heavily through her nose as her hips slowed- Satoru’s grip on your thighs loosening as she felt the aftershocks roll through her shoulders. 

Easing your thigh down and feeling Gojo rest her body weight atop yours- just like he did when he was a man. Her lips sloppily moved against yours before pulling away- hazy eyes and pressing her chest further into yours with a pout. 

Your hands raised from her ass and rested on the soft skin of her back. Satoru raised her shoulders and looked into your eyes- almost troubled.

“What is it?” you mumbled, touching her cheek and caressing it softly with your thumb. Watching the pout deepen before parting his lips. 

Her breasts pressed against yours- “How do you know what to do with another girl?” Satoru pouted in a sad tone. You smiled softly, nodding your head and resting back into the pillows. 

“I did a lot of experimenting in college.” you hummed, Satoru following you and rubbing her nipples against yours unknowingly. 

Your eyes flashed down to your connected chests- “You’ll still like me when I become- me again, right?” She spoke softly- shy and stark in comparison to how he usually was. 

You pinched your eyebrows- “Course I will ‘toru-” pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait till you're back to normal.” you mumbled. Looking at the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen at your declaration. 

Satoru let out a dreamy sigh, squinting and looking down to where your eyes kept flashing. “S’like we’re kissing.” you smiled with a mumble, a small giggle leaving Satoru’s lips. 

She sighed, leaning her head back down to your shoulder, “Dunno how you get anything done if that’s what it feels like every time.” Satoru mumbled, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the side of your face. 

A half-laugh left your throat, “I would be all over you 24/7 if I was a chick.” he hummed, legs tangled against each other as your hand rubbed small circles at her back. 

“God knew not to make you a woman, you’d cause too much trouble,” you murmured, hearing a half conscious hum leave Satoru’s lips as she drifted to sleep atop you. 

That night you fell asleep with your girlfriend in your arms- soft, dainty and bare in your hands. Breathing softly with a feminine tinge in every exhale she made. 

And you woke up with your broad, far too heavy boyfriend in your arms. His exhales taking their usual throaty tone when he breathed them against your skin.  

Either or- it was still your Satoru. No matter what form he took, he was still yours. 

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(a.n) this was so hot, I love woman, and gojussy. by the time you're reading this, ill be watching a medieval tournament👍🏽