#gojo sensei

[justwinginglife]

A Messy Arrangement

@fiannee @94biscuits omg guys, I am so sorry I took so long writing another Gojo fic, but this one is finally finished! (More in the works).

Synopsis: Fuck boy Gojo is your roommate and you can't tell what's more frustrating: that he can't keep it in his goddamn pants or that you aren't the one in his pants. Word Count Estimate: 6300 Tags: Mutual Pining, Blow job, Oral sex, P in V, Friends/Enemies/Whatever The Fuck They Are to Lovers Warning: NSFW

“Would you keep your mouth shut next time ya fuck? You sound like a dying seal.” 

It was 9am, the coffee was out, the toaster was fried to shit, you had no caffeine, no toast, and you were feeling particularly murderous this morning because you’d been yanked from sleep to listen to Satoru nearly break his creaky ass bed for the last THREE hours, moaning and groaning like he was a haunted treehouse.

You were seriously considering other living options at the moment.

Satoru grinned as he joined you at the kitchen counter, turning on the tap to collect himself a cup of water after his highly strenuous activities had come to their conclusion. “You’re just jealous, admit it.”

“Jealous? Of her? I’m surprised her eardrums didn’t shatter after she got a personal serenade of nails on a chalkboard.” You shot back.

He smirked. “Not of her. Of me.”

You raised an unamused brow at him. You shouldn’t be humoring him so early in the morning, but at least if he said some more bullshit then you had a decent reason to kill him. “And why would I be jealous of you?”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe cuz I came like twenty times.”

You snorted. “It’s not that hard to make you come; I’m sure a bare ankle would do.” 

He raised his chin to you snootily. “It takes skill to make a man come- something you would know nothing about.”

You crossed your arms. “You think I wouldn’t have you coming down my throat the second my tongue hit your tip?”

He huffed. “That’s not all it takes, you know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right. I just pretend I’m gagging on your ‘huge’ dick, cough up a fake moan, add a little suction, and you’re putty in my hands. Or should I say, in my mouth?” His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh you talk a big game, but I bet you can’t back it up.”

You let out a short laugh before cracking your neck. “Alright. Drop your pants then, pretty boy.”

Satoru blinked. “What?”

“I said, drop your fucking pants. Underwear too.” 

He eyed you warily, wondering if you were serious or if this was a joke. When he saw the look in your eyes, he slowly slid them down. 

“C’mon grandma, we haven’t got all day.” You impatiently yanked his underwear off and began to stroke his cock. You pumped it in and out of your fist in rough, vigorous spurts. 

He choked on his spit and gripped the kitchen counter for support. 

You’d barely had it in your palm for very long before you wrapped your plush lips around his cock, tongue flicking over his swollen tip incessantly. 

He bit his lip as his precum started trickling out of him, smearing itself all over your lips. When he finally got used to the rhythm of you fucking his cock with your mouth, you changed it up on him. You slammed your head forward and he hit the back of your throat in one violent motion. 

“Shiiiiiiiiiit!” He hissed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He clenched his thighs around your neck, attempting to stop the flood that was coming, but it was to no avail.

He came down your throat right as last night’s fling walked into the kitchen. 

“How could you, Gojo?!” She yanked off the shirt she’d borrowed from him and whipped it at his face before rushing off to collect her things from his room. 

You smirked as you pulled away, licking your lips clean. “Aw, trouble in paradise.”

He rolled his eyes. “Can’t you be at least a little sympathetic for me? Now I have to go after her.”

“I’m not sympathetic in the slightest.” You gave him a mocking pat on the shoulder. “Have fun, lover boy.”

He glared at you before hiking his pants back up and taking off. 

For several hours, you had peace and quiet. It was almost like having your own apartment. You got your work done, finished your chores, and just overall enjoyed your day. You had been snacking on popcorn, just watching a movie on the couch when he finally burst through the doors again, ruining your perfect day. He was making out so heavily with a girl (a completely different girl than the one he’d chased after this morning), and devouring her so completely that you could barely see her face to tell that she was a different girl at all. Of course he always had to make an entrance. He drove you absolutely insane. 

You cleared your throat loudly.

He gave a dramatic sigh. “Yumiko, meet my roommate.”

She gave a polite nod.

You looked her up and down. “Toru, you’re not going to want this one.”

Her eyes narrowed at your words.

He didn’t notice. He waved you away. “You don’t know what you’re talking about; we’re gonna have such a good time, aren’t we, baby?” He slung his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Later, roomie!” He shot you a peace sign before disappearing into his room with her. 

You face-palmed. He’d be back out here soon. That girl was 50 shades of crazy and you could smell it on her. As much game as Satoru had, sometimes he acted like such a virgin. He wasn’t going to be able to handle her. 

Unlike last night’s three hours, he was back out in five minutes.

You raised your head. 

“Help me.” He mouthed.

You crossed your arms, amused, as you shook your head “No” at him. This was his mess; he could clean it up himself. 

“Oh, Gojooooo!” She called to him, her voice getting louder as she made her way over to the living room.

“Please, I’m begging you.” He whispered.

You sighed, feeling somewhat bad for him. “Fine. Kiss me.” 

His eyes widened with horror. “No, god no, she’ll kill me!” He hissed.

“Toru. Do you trust me?”

He sighed. “Fine, fine. Just get me out of this.”

He followed your instruction, quickly seating himself on the couch. You straddled him and pinned both of his wrists against the back of the couch. He knew you had to make it look like you’d taken advantage of him (rather than him running to you for protection), but he still couldn’t help the way his throat went dry when he felt you settle yourself on top of him, clothed core parking itself on top of his swollen erection (god, was it growing even more now??). Then you started to make out with him hungrily and he lost himself in you. His lips chased after yours, as though desperate for a taste of you. You couldn’t remember the last time a man kissed you so passionately. If he didn’t drive you batshit crazy and if you weren’t literally in the middle of doing him a favor, you might’ve actually enjoyed kissing him.

“What the HELL is going on?” A voice suddenly demanded from beside you. Oh yeah. She was crazy all right. You could hear the fight in her voice. 

You continued to make out with him, pretending not to notice that she was there. When she repeated herself, this time louder, you only bothered to open one eye to peek over at her, making sure she knew you had better things to be doing than to pay attention to her. “Can I help you with something?” You murmured innocently as you tilted his chin up and licked a rough stripe up his neck. He shivered.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing with my man?” Her tone was low and seething. 

“Oh honey. Does this look like your man to you?” You took his lower lip between your teeth, biting down so hard that he whined. Then you lapped the blood from his mouth, licking both his lips and yours, as she watched bitterly. 

“We were in the middle of something.” She said through clenched teeth. 

“And we’re in the middle of something now, bitch.” You spat back before grinding down on his cock. He let out a strangled groan.

She moved to pull you back by the hair but you caught her wrist. 

“Did I say you could fucking interrupt?” You turned to glare hellfire at her. 

She yanked her arm back, rubbing her wrist where your nails had broken skin. “You’re a fucking psycho.” She hissed.

“And you’re not welcome here. Get your shit and go. If I ever see you touching what’s mine ever again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.” You snarled.

She stared you down for a moment, then her gaze flitted over to him, trying to gauge if he was worth the fight. She decided against it, raising her hands in surrender as she backed up. In a few minutes, she’d grabbed her things and disappeared out the door.

Satoru exhaled a sigh of relief and leaned against your shoulder. “Damn, she was insane.” Then he sat up straight. “Wait, you knew she was insane, didn’t you? That’s why you said I wouldn’t like her. How could you tell?”

You shrugged, pulling yourself off of him (he tried not to whine as you withdrew). “Crazy recognizes crazy.”

He let out a whistle. “Shit, remind me not to mess with you.”

You let out a laugh as you plopped back down beside him. “Popcorn?” You offered him your bowl, pressing play on your movie once again.

He blinked at you. “You can’t be serious.”

“What?” You asked, popping a kernel into your mouth.

He gestured to the tent in his pants. “Still horny here.”

“And? You have a hand.” 

He gave you an unamused look. “Oh, come on. Half of this is your fault. Help a guy out. You know…” He swallowed. “Like…like earlier.” You paused the movie and turned to examine him, amused. “Are you begging me to suck your dick, Toru?”

He gave a sheepish laugh. “Not begging…just…wondering?”

“What’ll you do if I agree?”

“What do you mean, what’ll I do? You can’t just get a guy off out of the goodness of your heart?”

You raised a brow.

“Yeah, okay, fine. I’ll do dishes for the next week.”

“Two weeks.”

“Fine, fine, two weeks.”

You dropped to your knees and slid down his pants. He’d already made a proper mess of himself, precum oozing out of him, after you’d done a number on him earlier. You smirked at the sight. “Aww, I dry hump you once and you get all worked up for me. How cute.” 

His cheeks darkened. “Shut up and suck me off.”

“Ask nicely, Toru.”

He bit his lip. “Please… god, I need you to suck me off.”

“Good boy.” 

He imagined you’d deep throat him again so he sucked in a breath, bracing himself. He never could’ve imagined you’d take the time to tease him, coaxing out every last drop of precum he had to offer with every slow, agonizing drag of your tongue. You traced the rim of his tip, applying pressure when he least expected it, and denying pressure when he most wanted it. Then you began to trail your tongue down his rigid length, acquainting yourself intimately with every bulging vein, until he was twitching and moaning beneath you. He thought he might die if you kept going with this torturous pace. He needed to fuck your throat and he needed it now. 

As if sensing his desire, you looked up to meet his lustful gaze as you licked a slow stripe up his cock before latching around his plush tip and starting to suck. He was barely an inch into your mouth and already he wanted to come from the way you were looking at him. He was so hooked on the feeling of your saliva coating his cock like a balm to his aching need, so entranced by the way you commanded his gaze as you swallowed him down that, in the heat of the moment, if asked, he could swear he might be in love with you. You choked back a couple more inches until he was properly buried in your clenching throat and it wasn’t long after that he was soaking your walls with his milky cum. 

Like you were simply clocking out of work, you pulled away from him once he’d finished squirming in your mouth, and pressed play on your movie again. 

Unbelievable. Here he was, still blinking away stars and gasping for breath and you were munching on popcorn like you hadn’t just swallowed down his seed only seconds before. But he guessed that was the most intimacy he could hope for and, for now, it was enough.

He made the decision to join you in your movie-watching endeavors. “So, what’re we watching?” He cozied up beside you and scooped up a handful of popcorn.

“Horror.”

He froze. You wanted to watch a horror movie. Right before bed. Bold choice. Then he shrugged. “Can’t be half as bad as that psycho chick.” 

As the two of you watched your movie together, for a moment, you actually didn’t seem to mind him. It was times like these that he wasn’t half bad. When he wasn’t banging every living creature, he was actually half decent. He’d noticed the goosebumps on your arms and yanked a blanket off the arm rest to pass to you. You gratefully accepted. When you realized he was cold too, you scooted closer to share the blanket. He was surprised but he allowed it. 

“You know what would make this even better?” He held up the popcorn bowl.

“More butter?” “More butter.” You said in unison.

You both burst into laughter. 

“I’ll grab some more,” He took off for the kitchen before you could even ask.

You smiled and then caught yourself. What the fuck were you doing? Cozying up to him, finishing his sentences, sharing food with him? Did you…like him? Your nose crinkled at the thought. He was immature, reckless, unbelievably horny. Not your type. No, you were simply being a good roommate and that was all. But since when were you good roommates? You were always at each other’s throats. After a moment’s ponderance, you realized that it wasn’t until he started bringing women over that you actually started bitching at each other. You’d been perfectly kind to each other before. You swallowed. No. Could it be…were you…jealous? 

He settled himself beside you on the couch again. “Extra order of butter, as requested.” 

You had a split second of hesitation before you smiled again and plucked some popcorn out of the bowl. You immediately turned back to the screen as though nothing had happened.

He watched you curiously. “Something wrong?”

“Just…throat dry. Too much popcorn.” You still weren’t looking at him.

He set the bowl down and instantly went to grab you some water. 

You mentally face-palmed. He couldn’t keep doing stuff like this. You were going to lose your mind. You gave him another pinched smile when he quickly returned with your drink. “Thanks.” You took a sip from the cup.

He stared at you as you drank, taking note that your expression still hadn’t changed even after he’d fetched a drink for you. “Alright, spill. It’s not your throat that’s wrong. What’s up?”

“Watch the movie, Toru.”

He snatched the remote from you and hit pause. “I’ll ask again. What’s going on?”

You sighed. “Maybe I just don’t like having to clean up after all of your little flings, okay? I’m getting tired of it.” It was a half truth. It would do.

His gaze softened and he even looked…apologetic? “Alright, so I won’t bring them over anymore then. You saved me big time today. I really do appreciate it.”

You were quiet for a moment, but then your curiosity got the better of you. “So what did she do to you anyway?”

He instantly shuddered. “You don’t wanna know.”

You cocked a grin at him. “But I do, that’s why I asked.”

He fidgeted with his fingers before finally leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

You held out your pinky and he took it with his trembling hand before quietly admitting, “She whipped my dick and then said she’d ‘kiss it all better’ and then bit it. She literally bit it.” The color drained from his face as he described it and it took everything in you not to laugh. “I won’t even discuss with you what she wanted to do to my… to my ass.”

“Poor baby Satoru is traumatized.” You teased.

“It’s not even funny; I literally am traumatized. I think I may be celibate going forward.” He shuddered again.

Now you had to laugh. “Satoru Gojo, celibate? Are pigs flying?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m a man whore, I know, I know. I hear all the rumors. But I’m serious; I think I really will take a break. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable anyway.”

“Well I appreciate that. Maybe I won’t have to murder you after all.”

He snorted. “As if you could.”

You traced your thumb over where you’d drawn blood from his lip just an hour ago. “Maybe you’re not as untouchable as you think you are.”

He caught your wrist in a firm grip, and his gaze locked onto your eyes. “Or maybe I don’t mind letting you touch me.”

Your breath hitched.

His thumb gently caressed your wrist. 

Before he could think too much about it, he began to slowly lean forward.

“I’m really tired!” You blurted out suddenly, standing up straight. You even yawned and stretched for the full effect. Then you dashed to your room and locked the door. And then pulled your bookcase in front of the door as if it would stop the one and only Satoru Gojo. 

Back in the living room, Satoru was still in shock. Did you just…? Could you tell what he was...? Or were you actually tired? You didn’t seem tired when you were laughing at the movie. A smile tugged at his lips. Laughing. You were actually laughing at a horror movie. He shook his head thinking about it. You were something. You’d always been something. 

He still remembered the day he’d first moved in with you. He arrived later than he said he would and you were half asleep on the couch by the time he got there. When you heard him sneak in, your instincts kicked in and you instantly sat upright, nearly scaring the life out of him. 

“If you’re a burglar, I’m a broke college student; if you find any money, it’s news to me. If you’re my new roommate, you took too long so I took the bigger room. Either way, I’m sure you can deal with whatever you came for like a big boy.”

He burst into a fit of laughter. And he was never late again. In fact, he’d never looked forward to coming home so much in his entire life. When he lived with his clan, he was the center of attention. The legendary Satoru Gojo. The prodigy. The miracle. When he was with you, he was just some sheltered kid who’d never cooked a day in his life, never ridden the train, never even tied his own shoelaces. When he was with you, he was just Toru. 

Lately, Toru was nothing more than a fuck up. Nothing more than someone who couldn’t keep bringing his mistakes home. Someone who’d rather drown himself in shallow affairs and forced intimacy than admit he felt something for the girl in the room over. 

He wasn’t the only one. 

You’d conveniently forgotten the time that you slept on the floor for two days straight because your bed frame had snapped in half, and when you left the door ajar the next day, and he walked by and saw your blanket and pillows on the floor, he fixed the bedframe for you before you even came home. You’d forgotten the times when he’d steal your favorite box of cereal, convinced he’d never eaten anything so amazing in his entire life (to which you’d reply, “It’s just cereal, haven’t you ever eaten cereal before?” and the answer was no, he hadn’t), but he’d always replace it before you ran out as thanks for letting him share. And you’d forgotten the way he’d draw smiley faces on the window with his finger when you’d complain under your breath that the rain was making you depressed. You’d somehow completely forgotten he wasn’t a terrible person before he started bringing all these bimbos home. 

You were going to have to face your feelings sooner or later. You just didn’t want to face them now. It was already bad enough that the taste of his lips from your earlier makeout session was still seared into your brain, without you having to worry about if that kiss meant something to you or to him. It was even worse that he was a good kisser. You never doubted he was, but something about him kissing you made all the difference. And it was fake, it was an act, yada yada, but still, you couldn’t force yourself to stop thinking about it. To stop lying awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, reliving it in a loop. To stop wondering if he was lying awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and reliving it too.

After another hour or two of this, you finally sighed and got out of bed. You needed a cup of warm milk, some Benadryl, a ten mile jog, a hammer to the head, whatever would knock you out. You weren’t gonna face him looking like a zombie in the morning. If your constant clashing with him didn’t kill the mood, that certainly would.

So you marched over to the kitchen in search of literally anything useful, and found that he was already there, raiding the fridge. He had half a cookie sticking out of his mouth and was trying to juggle the milk carton and a cup in one arm while he continued to file through the fridge with the other. 

“Mmmf, you…here for a…midnight snack too?” He mumbled in between chewing. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Finish your food before you talk, geez, Toru. That’s like the first rule they teach you in elementary school.”

“Cookie’s too…big for me…” He mumbled again.

He was going to choke at this rate. You reached over and snapped a portion of the cookie off, popping it into your mouth. “There. Not as big anymore.”

“You do realize that was just in my mouth.”

“It was sticking out of your mouth.”

“Yeah, but I figure it counts as indirect kissing, right?” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, but turned away so he couldn’t see the hint of a blush creeping into your cheeks. “You just say whatever ridiculous shit pops into your brain, don’t you?”

He set his things down on the counter before cupping your face with one hand and turning you towards him. “Can I… say some more ridiculous shit?”

You grabbed another cookie and shoved it into his mouth.

He raised a brow at you as if to say “Really?”

He was right; you were being dumb. If he wanted to have it out now, you may as well have it out now. Maybe he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Maybe you wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Oh, who were you kidding? There was no way you’d forget the way your heart was racing like it was in the Indy 500. But if it was going to be awkward now, it was still going to be awkward even if you waited a day, a week, or even a month to have this conversation. So you had to have it.

He finished chewing. “Can I talk now?”

You gestured for him to continue like it was no big deal, but your eyes trailed down to the floor.

“Nuh-uh. You know when someone talks, the other person usually looks at them. That’s, like,” He grinned, remembering your earlier words, “The second rule they teach you in elementary school.” He tucked a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“Alright, alright- I’m looking. Spit it out, Toru.” Your rapid fire words matched the rapid fire pace of your heartbeat and you just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Would’ve said it sooner if someone didn’t shove a cookie into my mouth, so really, who’s fault is it for the delay?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes but your flushing cheeks betrayed your show of annoyance. “Well you’re still delaying. If you don’t get on with it, I’m going to bed.” You made a point of turning to leave, but he caught your wrist. 

“I was going to tell you I’m not bringing anyone over anymore.”

“Yeah- you said that already, Toru.” 

“But I mean it. There’s no point. The only person I’m interested in already lives with me. And…I wonder if she’s interested in me too.”

You bit your lip.

“And…I wonder if she knows how cute she is when she bites her lip.” He ran a thumb over your lower lip tenderly. “And how much she consumes my every thought, waking or dreaming.” His eyes flicked back up to yours, waiting for your answer.

You exhaled and then cracked a smile. “You saying you get wet dreams about me, Toru?”

He shook his head, amused at how that was the one thing you’d fixated on. “On more than one occasion. You saying you don’t mind?”

“I’m saying I mind a lot of things you do. I mind the way you leave the toilet seat up to remind me you were in there, even if you were just shitting on it so it should’ve been down. I mind the way you leave all the lights in the entire apartment on even if you’re not using that room. I mind the way you spritz me with your cologne when I just told you it was too strong. But that, your… feelings for me…I don’t mind. And I’m starting not to mind how I think about you too. How I can’t stop thinking about you. Is that an answer?”

“Oh, you know, it was long and drawn out and dramatic. But very like you. So I guess I’ll take it.” He grinned. “Only on one condition, though.”

You raised a brow. “What’s that?”

“You let me kiss you. For real, this time.”

“You don’t have to ask, you can just-”

His lips were on yours in an instant. But for someone who was infamously impatient, the way he kissed you was slow, gentle. He cradled your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks tenderly. He held onto this one, simple moment for as long as he could before he needed air. And then he regretted needing air because the moment he pulled away, he missed you already. His eyes found yours, gauging your reaction to his kiss.

“Was that all I get?” You murmured, love drunk. “Where’s the insatiable Satoru who begged me to choke him down?”

He gave a sheepish chuckle. “He was kind of a selfish bastard, he knows that now. I won’t make the same mistake as him. I want to take it slow.” As if to prove his point, he trailed his hands gently down your arms. He just wanted to relish the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. When he got to your hands, he gave them a little squeeze, before pressing a tender kiss to each one.  

Then, he let go of your hands, finding your hips instead, and pulling you towards him until you were close enough to exchange air. You thought he might kiss you again, but he just gazed into your eyes as his fingers caressed your hips. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, words coated in genuine sweetness. If he could look at you forever, he would. He’d memorize every freckle, every scar, every detail that made you you, until you were all that he pictured when he drifted into the land of dreams every night. 

“You just going to keep staring?” You teased, half flustered and half impatient. 

“Well, what should I be doing right now? Please, enlighten me, my dear.” He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Tell me what you want.” 

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

You heard him inhale sharply before taking a nosedive towards your lips. When his lips met yours, it was everything passionate and pure. His hunger was still evident in the way he pressed himself into you like he’d become one with your very being if he just closed enough distance, but it wasn’t any hunger like you’d seen before. It wasn’t primal or instinct or out of necessity, it was yearning, it was devotion, it was beautiful. He didn’t kiss you because he couldn’t help himself or because you were just satisfying some urge of his; he kissed you because he loved you, because he was all yours and he needed you to know that. And he didn’t do anything but kiss you. He didn’t try to touch you anymore than just steading himself against you, he didn’t try to force himself on you. He just simply wanted to be with you. And you’d only asked for a kiss so that would be enough for him.

Of course, you didn’t want just a kiss.

“Toruuu…” You moaned against his lips as he chased yours, over and over again. “Need you…”

The desperation and desire in your tone was clear but the raging fire in his pants could wait until he’d had explicit consent. “What do you need, baby?” He murmured as he trailed his kisses up and down your jawline. 

“Need you to take me… need you… to fuck me.”

He let out a low groan, as heat seared through his veins. God, the way you spoke drove him insane. He scooped you up in his arms and began to carry you to your bedroom. He didn’t dare take you to his. If this was going to be his first time with you, he didn’t want it to be anywhere near where he’d spent long nights tangled up with other women. This was something new, something precious. He wouldn’t make the mistake of treating you the way he did anyone else. 

You, however, had no clue what he was thinking, not being privy to his personal inner monologue, so when he didn’t just take you right on the kitchen counter, or in his bedroom (which was closer to the kitchen than yours), you gave him a puzzled look. “Where are you going, baby? What are we doing?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to take you? I’m making good on that request.”

“But why are we going all the way to my room? We could’ve just done it on the kitchen counter, I wouldn’t have minded. Or even your room.” 

He shook his head. “I know you asked me to fuck you, love, but I’m not going to do that. You’re not some quickie for me. You’re not just some random girl. You’re the love of my life and I want to make love to you. I thought your bed would be more comfortable for you anyway, seeing as how you’re already used to it. That okay with you?” He gazed down at you lovingly, eyes bright and earnest and impossible to refuse. 

“Of course that’s okay with me, Toru. More than okay. I want to make love to you too.” You blushed as your reply left your lips quieter than you would’ve liked. How could you so suddenly become shy when you’d just asked him to fuck you not two minutes ago? But when he put it so sincerely like that, you couldn’t help but melt inside. 

And when he practically beamed at your response, you felt your insides softening even further. What was he doing to you? You were turning into a big puddle of mush and it was all because of him. 

He laid you down on your bed gently and slipped your clothes off of you, with all care and no speed, like he was just enjoying the process of stripping you bare. It was almost too slow for your liking, but you didn’t dare tell him that- not when he was looking at you like he’d found gold with every inch of skin revealed to him.

“God- look at you. You’re gorgeous.” He murmured, reveling in the sight of your naked form once he’d had you fully stripped. Then he bent down to trail reverent kisses down your neck, down your chest, down your stomach.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he explored your body with his lips. Whenever you’d let a satisfied sigh slip as he’d skim over a particularly sensitive spot, he made sure to lavish proper attention to it, sucking and biting, until he’d left the evidence of his love for you blooming on your skin. He hadn’t even touched you where you’d wanted him to yet, still leaving marks along your hips and your thighs, and you were already a mess beneath him. His lips left you feeling heated, gasping for breath, and when he ran his cool tongue over the bruises, you felt your mind cloud over with a dizzying desire. 

You were about to beg him for even just the tip of his finger, just the tip of his cock, for something, for anything, for some semblance of satisfaction, when he finally dipped his head down and began running that devious tongue of his over your clit until you were to the point of delicious delirium. 

“So good, you taste so good, my love.” He began to suck harder on the aching bud. 

Your head arched back as whimpers tumbled past your lips. “Please, Toru-” You were utterly undone, all tense and trembling beneath him. 

“Please what?” He murmured as his tongue trailed up and down the length of your slit.

“Please let me come. Make me come.” You pleaded, hips rocking forward until his tongue was inside of you, flicking against your pulsing walls. Each stroke of his tongue was slow, intentional, exploratory, like he wouldn’t stop until he’d tasted every inch of you. Your gentle, beating pulse turned erratic, fluttering on the edge of ecstasy. A few deliberate motions later and your release was flooding his mouth, all sticky and sweet and seraphic, as the euphoria overcame you. 

You whined as he withdrew (licking his lips as he did), but you were quickly rewarded by him sheathing his cock within your wet heat shortly after. Your eyes rolled back as you adjusted to the feeling of his erection making a home between your still-trembling walls.

He sunk into your depths slowly, strangled moans rising up his throat as your greedy cunt swallowed inch by inch of his cock. Though he’d just consumed every drop of your arousal only moments ago, he could feel it growing within you again, completely slathering his length with your slick. You took him so well, fit him so perfectly, spread yourself so wide for him, that he had to brace himself against the mattress, pausing his motions so that he could breathe in and out, get himself together enough so that he wouldn’t immediately come inside of you. 

He almost felt like a virgin again, the way your clenching around him sent his soul flying out of his body. Had he not done this a million times before? But god, it was so different when it was with you. When it was you crying out his name, when it was you bumbling beneath him, when it was you begging him to go harder, to go deeper, to go faster, until he lost all sense of himself, until all he felt was you in his veins, you in his lungs, you in his soul.

He rocked into you with a growing intensity, hands burying themselves into the mattress for fear of crushing you if he perched them on your hips. He attempted to distract himself from the building tension in his groin by scattering kisses across your chest, but it only served to increase his overflowing attraction towards you as your breasts swayed with every thrust of his hips. You tasted so sweet, even if his lips had only grazed your skin for a mere second. And you smelled so enticing, even when your sweat had begun to intermingle with your natural scent. Every inch of you was perfect and every inch of you was his and it was all starting to become too much for him to handle. Too hot, too heavy, too heavenly. 

And then your breath hitched and your fingers pierced the sheets and your orgasm followed, and suddenly he was right there beside you, pumping every ounce of his desire into your welcoming depths, heaving and groaning and still thrusting for everything he was worth. Even when he had nothing left to spill inside you, he kept grinding his hips forward, just to feel that intoxicating squeeze around his cock, so gratifying, so glorious, and all for him. 

And when his exhaustion finally crashed into him, he collapsed beside you, still buried within you, and pulled you close to him, eager to feel your warmth, to hear your stuttering heartbeat. 

He wanted to tell you that you were the best he’d ever had. That he’d never felt this way for anyone. That you had seeped into the very fabric of his being and that he’d never be the same again, that he’d never be anything but yours. But as you panted against his chest, smiling sleepily at him when you’d finally recovered, his heart skipped a thousand beats and his words suddenly fell short. He settled for a simple, “I love you. So so much.”

And when you beamed at him, he knew it was enough for now. It was enough to just hold you and love you. He could spend the rest of his life telling you everything else he wanted to say.

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[analikalee]

[gabriella0807]

"What do those eyes see through?"

[saltyinternetflower]

The poison in my veins...SatoSugu🩵🩷

All hail the creator nendesignx on Instagram

[bread-toast]

pt1 pt2

thinking about…

teen!gojo who’s totally socially awkward around people his age since he’s been sheltered by his clan all his life

teen!gojo who you meet when you transfer to Jujustu Tech in your second year

teen!gojo who doesn’t introduce himself and just glares at everyone around

teen!gojo who’s completely arrogant, but you approach him anyways, after all there’s only four of you as 2nd years, what’s the point of being hostile to each other?

teen!gojo who’s surprised by your boldness and happy-go-lucky energy

teen!gojo who you drag to socialize with Shoko and Suguru

teen!gojo who realizes he doesn’t mind being around other people for once

teen!gojo who manages to worm his way into all of you and shoko’s “girls day” trips AND brings Suguru

teen!gojo who tries finding any reason possible to spend time with you

teen!gojo who always looks for your eyes first when class starts

teen!gojo who’s got a case of lovesickness so bad everyone (INCLUDING YAGA) can see it except for you

teen!gojo who perks up at the sound of your name being mentioned

teen!gojo who oh-so wishes he could confess to you…

teen!gojo who makes an elaborate plan to meet you in front of the school to confess and invite you on a date

teen!gojo who ends up standing you up after running off when he hears that Suguru defected

teen!gojo who can’t stand the sadness he sees in your eyes when you look at him

teen!gojo who secludes himself and cuts off contact to you

teen!gojo who thinks of you always and feels the regret strike his heart when you come around

teen!gojo who wishes he had done something when he still had the chance…he always had a habit of showing up late

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chat does this one deserve a happy ending? 🤧

[saint-arya]

so cute when stupid — gojo satoru

★⺌◞. mean satoru x f! purposefully dumb best friend reader

drabble. toru loves this dynamic. him so smug and teasing. her so sweet and dumb

cw. mean nonchalant satoru. teasing. purposefully dumb user. mdni

a/n. look away please. this IS not me

masterlist //

“you don’t get it?” gojo’s voice is full of mock pity, big hands squeezing your thighs where you sit, warm and squirming, in his lap.

his controller is long forgotten. he doesn’t even care about the game anymore—not when you’re like this.

“poor baby,” he purrs, his other hand trailing higher, teasing the edge of your too-short skirt. “you’re just not very good at this, huh?”

you pout, playing into it. “it’s hard.”

“mm, yeah? what’s hard?” his grin is wicked.

you whimper when his fingers slip under your skirt, not even pretending to focus anymore. his touch is too slow, too deliberate, and you know he’s just dragging it out.

“you,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “want—”

he hums, acting like he’s still explaining the game, like his fingers aren’t teasing you exactly where you need them.

“shh, baby, let me help you,” he coos, mock-sweet. “y’know, i think i should just fuck the thoughts right outta your pretty little head. that way, you don’t have to think at all.”

and then, he does.

ᝬ ˙.໑ ╱ © saint-arya 2025 — all rights reserved. property of ethel

[obliviani]

“you dyin’?”

[cherbii]

HEADACHE!!

⋆౨ৎ˚✧ ₊ texting Gojo but really it’s me reenacting my texts with the guy who gives me a headache 

ft. Satoru Gojo (he’s replacing the guy)

warnings -> suggestive content, HARD TO READ

a.n. Truly sorry for what you’re about to read…#ExperienceTheHeadacheWithMe. That’s why it’s only 4 scenarios

the guy messaged me in all of this. huh what do ya know

[honoredalone]

𐙚 I’D RATHER BE KISSING YOUR WAIST

❝ move slow, i don’t wanna get in your way. well the words in your mouth sound cool but i’d rather be kissin’ your waist ❞ keep it up - chase atlantic

♡ gojo satoru is the strongest, but that didn’t leave him without his scars. internal and external. the biggest scar making him shy away, but that didn’t stop you from loving it.

content: talk of scars, self doubt, negative thoughts, sad baby satoru, slight angst, tooth rotting sweetness

heavily inspired by @colonelarr0w, “tracing satoru’s scar”. go check out their works!! they’re amazing, so go support!!

it’s ugly, satoru thinks it’s the most hideous thing on his body. the gross texture, weird color and the memories behind it. the scar circling his waist makes him sick to look at. everyone knows how confident satoru is, well how could he not be? he’s the strongest after all, but even the strongest has his moments of weakness and the scar is just a permanent reminder of just that. he resents himself for it though he’s only human.

“what’re you doin’ there sweet girl?” his voice is raspy and deep from fatigue, a long day of teaching at jujutsu tech will do it to you but he always looks forward to this time of day. when he can lay in bed with you, cuddled into your warmth, his hand caressing the small of your back lovingly. your hand drifting down his torso above his black t-shirt. he didn’t usually wear t-shirts to bed but after the fight he could barely look at his own body without being ashamed so naturally he hid is body not only from himself but from you too. he knew you wouldn’t be disgusted by something so trivial but he couldn’t heal the insecurity that leaked into his brain.

“nothin’ ���ru just wanna love you.” you whispered, your head resting on his toned chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. your fingers slowly moving to the hem on his shirt. you didn’t miss the way his stomach clenched when your warm hand drifted under his shirt. “you’re so handsome.”

“baby, wait.” satoru almost whines as your fingers feather over the ragged skin. his other hand softly holding your much smaller wrist. you heard the way his heartbeat sped up, the way his breathing became uneven.

“satoru, love.” you sat up, your eyes connecting with his. you hated seeing him so broken over something so small, something that you didn’t care about. nothing about the scar that decorated his beautiful pale skin deterred you away from him whatsoever, he’s your satoru.

“please.” he didn’t know what he meant by that but his eyebrows furrowed together, crystal eyes filling with tears. “it’s not pretty. it’s ugly.” he quietly admits, hand still wrapped around your wrist while the other still sits at the small of your back, thumb caressing you so tenderly. it upset you he thought about himself like that, it crushed your heart. he couldn’t help the fact that the wound scarred and it wasn’t his fault that it made him self conscious but you wanted to show him that it, of course, could never change how you felt about him.

you move to sit on his lap, his hands going limp and laying flat on the plush covers before they find your waist, squeezing your sides affectionately. looking at him for silent permission to push up his shirt slightly, he only looks at you like a kicked puppy before giving you a tense nod. you slowly push up his shirt, just blow his chest. his torso as gorgeous as always, fair skin strong and smooth. he was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. he took your breath away everytime, before and after the wound. you rest your hands onto the scar, thumbs softly rubbing the rough skin. his breath shook, he closed his eyes to prevent tears cascading down his blushed cheeks.

“you’re so handsome satoru.” your voice soft, melting over him like honey. he could just sob, he was barely keeping it together when he felt your warm breath fan over the wounded skin. “my pretty boy. so beautiful.” you place soft kisses, all over. his hands shook on your sides as his fingers tighten attempting to dampen his nerves. his words were stuck in his throat, he could barely formulate a sentence in his head because what could he say. open mouthed kisses making his stomach warm and tickle slightly, making his head spin.

“fuck, sweet girl. i love you. love you ‘s much.” his words wavered as he spoke, his mind nearly blank. kissing up from his waist, to right below his chest he sits up, wrapping both of his arms around your waist. he looks at you so sweetly, almost defeated. his arms retracting from around you to the neckline of his black shirt, slowly taking it off and discarding it to the side and looking over your face again. he knew that he couldn’t fully look at his scar and not feel badly but he could learn to like it, just because you did.

[dianorayasiri]

Gojosensei Week 2024.

Day 6: Sickness / Caretaking.

[v4mptel]

Break. Bite. Bang.

pairings: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

summary: What happens when you persuade your boyfriend to try the break bite bang challenge with you?

nsfw!

“Come on Toruuu. Just one bite, for me?” you pleaded softly as you looked at your boyfriend with your best puppy eyes. Satoru looked at the square piece of milk chocolate you were holding as if inspecting it. It was smooth apart from the diagonal line that connected the opposite corners of the square which implied that you had to cut it in half and share it with your partner.

This specific chocolate was viral on the internet, you'd seen it! Every couple would split it in half, eat it, and then they would fuck like they were in heat. It mesmerised you really, how a small piece of chocolate could be such a strong aphrodisiac. From the little research you'd done before you decided to buy it, it didn't always work but when it did? Oh boy, you'd read one comment saying it had been the best sex they ever had!

So it wouldn't hurt to try it just once right? Just out of curiosity. It'd be a fun little experiment.

Satoru sighed as he leaned back on the couch, his gaze now locking with yours. “Do we always have to try every little thing you see on the internet?” he questioned in a calm tone, with a hint of playfulness as the slightest smirk formed on the corner of his mouth. One of his hands toying with a lock of your soft hair.

You giggled softly as you straddled his lap, his hands instinctively resting on your hips. You smiled playfully at him. “Yeah because I'm your girlfriend and you love me?” you presented the chocolate to him again.

“Baby you're not even sure if it's gonna wor–” you cut him off, silencing him with a quick peck on his soft lips. “You won't know if you don't try it.” you practically shoved the chocolate into his face.

Satoru sighed in defeat. “Alright pretty, let's do it.” he gave a gentle squeeze on your hips before gripping the chocolate by the opposite corner you were holding. You both cut it in half at the same time and now each one of you held a sweet little triangle.

You both ate it. “Do you feel anything weird?” you mumbled impatiently as you kept chewing. Satoru shook his head. “It's probably gonna take some time to work, if it works.”

One hour passed and nothing happened. You eventually gave up on your hopes pouting in that adorable manner that Satoru loved. With a soft, teasing “I told you so.” he picked you up heading straight to the bedroom. It was time for bed anyway and you slept like a baby in his warm embrace.

–

When you stirred awake again it was still nighttime. The first thing you felt was the way your body was burning up. Your sensitive nipples were now hard enough to pierce through your thin cotton sleep shirt. Your pussy drenched with your slick juices, throbbing with need.

As you slowly opened your eyes and you came to your senses, that's when you felt Satoru's grip on your waist tightening. That's when you felt his hard cock grinding on your ass from behind. That's when you heard how whiny and how needy his moans were, right next to your ear.

“F-fuck…mmph! Baby? Please pretty, please wake up I– nngh! Need you…” he pleaded almost breathlessly as he kept grinding his dick between your ass cheeks.

And when you turned to face him over your shoulder? You swore the delicious sight could make you come untouched. More slick escaped your pussy as you saw his desperate gaze. His eyes were teary, his face and chest flushed with a beautiful rosy pink. Snowy hair all sweaty and sticking to his forehead.

You grinded back into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as your need increased by the second. “Toruuu! I think it- hmmp! It w-worked- ohh!”

“Ohh, baby…worked is an understatement. I'm so hard it fucking h-hurts!” he whined.

“Please Toru, please fuck–need you in me!” you pleaded with equal desperation. You didn't have to ask twice. In a matter of seconds your panties and pajama shorts were off, discarded somewhere on the floor joining your boyfriend's clothes.

His muscular arms held you from your soft plush thighs. In one hard, deep thrust he slammed home. “Baby!” his high pitched moans echoed all over the house as he thrusted into your tight heat again and again. The feeling of your warm puffy pussy enveloping his dick was an extraordinary feeling. One that he'd swore he'd never get used to.

“plap plap plap!” his balls slapped the bottom of your ass cheeks as he stretched you open. His girthy meaty cock hitting all the right spots inside your gummy walls. Your eyes teared up, the pleasure too intense.

“That damn chocolate– oh!!” Satoru moaned as he kept slamming into you. “Shit baby! Sweetheart you feel…” his heart eyes teared up again “so” thrust. “fucking” thrust. “good!” thrust.

Your brows furrowed in pleasure, your plump lips forming a slutty “O” as you finally cried out. “Toruuu! Toru there- hhmmp! Right- there, yes!” and when you thought his thrusts couldn't get any harder your boyfriend proved you wrong.

His pace was now absolutely brutal, hitting your most sensitive spot again and again. Your pussy eagerly sucking his cock like a champ. “Shit b–baby! You're gonna kill me!” poor Satoru whined as he felt your gummy walls clenching, a sign that your orgasm was near.

“I'm close! S’close Toruuu! Don't…stop.” he crashed his lips into yours as he kept up the pace. Your tongues tangled as his hands moved from your thighs to your soft hips, holding you tightly before bringing your whole body towards him to meet his thrusts.

Satoru pulled back, breathing heavily. “Cum for me baby.” he cooed as he licked the drool that had gathered in the corner of your mouth from your makeout session. And then he pulled all the way out before -plap!- slamming back inside in an extremely hard thrust jolting the whole bed forward, the wood hitting on the wall.

That finally undid you. Your orgasm washed over you like a hot white bliss. Your back arched like a cat, your toes curling. You let out the most pornographic moan as your pussy drenched your boyfriend's dick with your delicious juices.

Your fucked out, cock drunk face along with the way your cunt was spasming around his dick was Satoru's undoing. With one final thrust his mushroomy tip french kissed your cervix filling you up with his warm sticky seed. “Fuck…look at her taking it all.” he whimpered looking down with teary eyes at where your pussy milked his cock for all it's worth.

Satoru didn't move. He stayed inside you as you both took your sweet time catching your breaths. Both looking at each other with those lovey dovey eyes drunk in love and lust.

“See? I told you,” you took a breath “told you it was gonna work.” you smiled looking up at him with your soft gaze.

“You’re crazy…” he exhaled, his built muscular chest heaved as he attempted to steady his breathing. “I thought my dick was gonna fall off.” His admission makes you chuckle despite the situation.

“What are you laughing at, pretty? Hm?” He teased you as he gently pulled out of you and tickled your belly making you all giggly and squirmy.

It was only after all your laughing quieted down that Satoru looked at you with a worried expression.

“I'm hard again.” poor baby sounded horrified.

And that's when everything clicked. “Fuck” you thought as you stared at your boyfriend's cock that was indeed twitching with need once again. You probably should have payed attention to the back of the package, specifically the little red sign warning the customers about how many hours the effect of the chocolate could last.

It was gonna be a long night.

[soxcietyy]

Anatomy

Gojo x reader

18 + You’re about to take one of the most important exams. Unfortunately you suck at your anatomy and need to learn the material fast. Luck for you Gojo is good at everything, not only that but he’s also a teacher. Soon you learn about his odd teaching techniques.

"I don’t think I’ll be able to pass this test." You groan as you drink your coffee Shoko had bought you.

You were out with the two of your friends so they could cheer you up. As a healer you had to go the health care route in your studies but it wasn’t so simple.

"Why don’t you just cheat? Shoko is cheating!" Gojo looks at her before returning his gaze back at you.

You let out a deep sign as you slouch in your chair.

Just because she’s cheating doesn’t mean you should too. She’s had some good memory so it was easy to learn everything for her. Unlike you who had to actually go study for it.

Shoko said she would help you cheat through the homework, quizzes, project but you where on your own for the final exam. If you wanted to graduate at the same time as her then you would have to ace this anatomy exam tomorrow.

You felt too scared to cheat. What if you were caught? You would be academically expelled!

You groan loudly before looking up at your friends who had worried expressions.

"How bad do you guys think I’m going to do?" You ask.

"Fail"

"You’ll be fine"

They both said at the same time. Shoko elbows Gojo and then proceeds to grab your hands.

"Just study hard. I would love to help but I have a mission to go on but…" she turns to look at Gojo who was biting his biscuit. "But Gojo here is a teacher now."

Ah right, that moron did take up a teaching job right after graduating. Now that you think about it Shoko might be right. He’s a teacher! His job is to teach material to students. He could help you learn everything you need to. Not only that but he was good at everything he did, he would be able to learn everything in no time.

"Gojo you have to teach me!" You say with a pleading look.

"Haha, right as if you would want to learn anything from me. Don’t you two always make fun of me? Saying I’ll be a horrible teacher and whatnot."

Both of you glare at him.

"Ah, your serious I see.,." He says confused yet surprised.

—-

He was taking his sweet time looking over your text book. Giggling over a few certain pages before slamming the book shut.

You lift your head up from the couches arm.

"Alright I got everything down. Do you want to start with the bones or muscles?"

Gojo decided that the best place to study was in the comfort of his own home. You had protested by saying a library or coffee shop would be better because it would motivate you more.

He then proceeded to call you delusional and dragged you to his place.

It’s not like you haven’t been here before. You all used to hang out here almost everyday during high school. Now he was too busy working while you and Shoko were busy at school trying to get a masters degree.

"Bones"

You figured out really soon that his teaching techniques were quite odd.

Wack

"Ow! What was that for?!" You say as you rub your thigh.

Did he really just hit you with his arm?

"Where did I hit you?" He asks.

"My thigh you idio-"

"Wrong, tell me the name of the bone."

Ah, of course. You sigh as you tell him that he hit your femur with his ulna.

Wack, wack

That’s how studying went for a while. Eventually he would speed up the process by going faster and by hitting multiple spots at once. At the end you felt so sore.

You laid sprawled out on the floor as an ice bag rested on your rib cage.

At this point five long hours had gone by. Thankfully you had learned all the skeletal bones in the body but it was taking longer than you initially expected it to. If you guys keep on like this then it would take you forever to learn the muscles.

"You look so defeated already." Gojo said amused as you laid still.

"This is just harder than I thought it was going to be. Don’t you have a different way of learning anatomy without hurting me?" You ask.

You saw his mouth turn into a wide grin before he squatted down.

"I do have a different way but I feel like you’d dislike it." He smiles.

"I Dont care, I just need to learn the muscles in two hours!" You say looking at the clock.

"Let’s put consequences, people are prone to make less mistakes and to try harder if there’s a punishment."

You roll your eyes.

The exam was early in the morning and you needed all the rest you could get. He was just wasting time at this point. You sigh and just go along with his nonsense.

He grabs your hand and pulls you up so you could sit. He then sat across from you and took his mask off from his face.

He must finally be taking this seriously. Grabbing your hand once again he pulls your index finger and puts it on his cheek.

This was the exact same method, just with no pain involved.

"Masseter"

Then he dragged your finger to his temple.

"Temporalis"

You watch as he squints his eyes at you and looks at you suspiciously.

"I thought you needed help. Seems like you have it down."

"I obviously know a few things. For example the obvious ones like biceps. I know everything above the neck too."

He sits there in his thoughts for a moment before grabbing your hand again.

He slowly unfolded your hand and brought it to his chest. It surprised you for a second but you quickly remembered why he was doing this.

"Breast."

The both of you look at each other for a solid second. Holding eye contact before he suddenly burst out laughing. He had to catch his breath before correcting you.

"Pectoralis major"

Right… you would have totally gotten that right if it wearing for him doing such a thing.

You repeat the answer under your breath as he moves your hand once again.

This time it’s was his abs.

You swallow hands as he runs your hands over them. He wore a tight black shirt making it feel like it was his real skin. You could tell he was watching you carefully. Trying to read the facial expressions you were making. He was enjoying this…

You could concentrate at all. You had the answer on the tip of your tongue but it would spill out.

He kept running your hand up and down

"You’re taking too long y/n, the answer is recuts abdominus. We can come back to it later. Shall I give you a hard one?" He asks.

Maybe this was enough for today. Clearly he was toying with you and you had no time for such thing. Once you get home you’re going to study till midnight.

He moved your hand before you could tell him the study session was over.

It took you a moment to realize what you where not touching and it was indeed hard.

You jolt as he squeezed your hand around his length.

Don’t think about it.

Don’t think about it.

Don’t think about it.

Just answer the stupid question and be over with his games.

"Your small penis"

He glare’s at you as he runs your hand up and down his shaft.

"You know well this isn’t small."

You turn to look away from him so he wouldn’t see your cheeks turning pink. You could feel how it twitched under your touch, how it was pulsing begging to be let out. Begging for any sort of attention. Something you weren’t willing to give so easily.

"Anyways you’re wrong. A penis isn’t a muscle."

Huh?

"It’s not?! But you can move it right?"

Gojo for some reason took this as in invitation to unbutton his pants and to spring it out. You didn’t know whether to look away or take this as a learning observation.

Learning! You’re doing this to learn about the human anatomy! You hum in your head.

Averting your eyes down you see it. That wide long monstrous thing. How could that possibly fit inside of anyone?! Who would even want to sleep with him?

He moved it somehow. You watched it move up and down slowly.

"That’s two answers wrong in a row y/n" he coos.

Right. The punishment.

"So what are you going to make me do? Run laps? push-ups? Your chores?"

"No it’s something even better. Not only will this benefit me but it’s also going to make you learn a bit faster hopefully." He says.

Grabbing your leg he drags you towards him. You yelp at the sudden surprise. You knew he was a hundred times stronger than you so you didn’t bother to fight back. You watched him carefully as he climbed over you. His hair dangling over you.

He leans in slowly into your ear and whispered six words.

"I’m going to put it in."

Your breath hitches as you pushed him back.

This man was trying to kill you! There’s no way, absolutely no way that was going to fit in you at all! Of course you’ve had your fare share of men in you but nothing this big.

You shake your head repeatedly at him.

"You scared? Don’t worry I’ll be nice and careful. I’ll even let you stop me from moving if you answer my questions right." Gojo moves your hair to the back of your ear.

He ran his thumb over your temple in circles trying to sooth you.

All you had to do was get the answer correct right? You’ll just get them all right so he won’t even be able to enter you.

You feel as his hands run over your waist. His cold hands touching your sensitive skin before he gripped your bottoms and yanked them down. Your hands quickly go down to hide everything but he was quick to grab both of your wrist with one hand.

"You’re tempting me to just ram into you if you keep squirming like that."

You stay still causing him to laugh.

"Since you got two wrong I get to put two inches in." He says as he lines himself up with your hole.

You kick him and yell at him to stretch you out first but he refuses by saying that it wouldn’t be a punishment if he were to do that. With that out the way he began sliding into you. The second his tip went in you let out a cry of pain.

You try to run away by scooting back but he held you down and kept going in.

His eyes would squeeze shut at he bit his bottom lip. You could feel as he gripped your wrist and the leg he was holding up.

You let out a louder cry as he kept going. Begging him to stop and to let you adjust. There’s no way women actually enjoyed sleeping with him. He was carrying and actual weapon. He could literally kill someone with that.

Once he did stop you let out a loud groan.

"Such a good girl, you’re doing so good. Who would have know you were so tight." He kisses the inside of your leg.

You whimper in protest.

"What’s this?"

He points at the side of his rib cage.

"Y-your external oblique." Your voice trembles.

"Atta girl."

He then points at the middle part of his thigh.

You began to panic. Name, what’s the name?!why couldn’t they have simple names?! Why are there so many different muscles?

You open your mouth hoping the right answer would hopefully come out. The femur was located there so it had to have the word in the name right? Or at least rhyme with it. Femur-loris? Femoris? That sounded right but what if there’s a second part. Or maybe it was just one word.

You looked at him hoping for a hint but he just stared at you. Finding it amusing the way you were trying to think so hard while he was inside of you.

"You’re taking too long." He says as he shoves himself deeper inside of you.

Ngh!

You whimper as gets I n deeper.

"Femoris!" You yell out.

He makes you take in another inch.

"Fuck! You piece of shit! You’re a horrible teacher! I’m not going to learn anything like this!" You curse at him.

He slams the rest of his three inches inside of you causing you to cry. Your eyes almost roll back as you felt him stuff you. He slams your arms above your head and presses his pelvis deeper into yours. Rolling his hips over and over again making you go crazy. Your eyes began to water as you felt overwhelmed. Hot tears coating your eyelash.

Mascar stains your under eyes and your face begins to heat up. You’re begging him to slow down. Looking at him with a pleading look.

"Gojo, please! I don’t know the answer. I can’t even think straight right now!" You sob.

“Recuts Femoris." He says through his teeth.

He leads your hand to his chest and makes you tell him the answer to that one again.

You give him the correct name of it and felt as he began to slow down inside of you. He lets go of your wrists and brings his thumb to your clit. Rubbing it in circles to give you pleasure.

"A reward for being such a smart girl." He whispers.

He watches as you squirm and jolt at the sensation. He kept sliding in and out of you slowly but the pleasure was more overwhelming than the pain.

You start moaning out his name the faster he went. You’ve never felt this good before. With all the men you slept this had to the best one yet. He wasn’t even fucking you probably! He was toying with you!

What would it feel like if he was actually trying?

"Can’t you just fuck me properly?!" You say

He looks at you shocked before smiling. He put your legs over each shoulder and leaned in closer to you. You moan as he somehow reached a deeper area inside of you.

"I will when you get everything down and if you pass I’ll even eat you out." He groans as he grinds himself onto you.

You don’t know how or where all of this knowledge came from all of a sudden. Each place he pointed out you got the right answer, well almost. You would slip a few times making him pull away and slam into you. At some point your body finally adjusted to his length. This making the punishment more wanted. Sometimes you got the answers wrong on purpose.

By the end you had everything down and he was finally fucking you the way you wanted.

He had you on your knees as he plowed into you.

"I think this technique of learning is way better. Now shall we keep doing this for every exam?" He grins.

[analikalee]

[gabriella0807]

[wormdevourer]

some more jjk smau since you guys loved my first smau so much !!

(tysm for all the likes on my first smau - love you all <3)

~ JJK men change the temperature for warm cuddles ~

characters: gojo satoru, ryoumen sukuna, fushiguro toji, kamo choso, mahito, nanami kento, geto suguru

this is my second smau! I hope you guys like it - and tysm for all the likes on my first smau <3

do not steal / translate / repost to any alternate sites !!

[bread-toast]

pt1 pt2

thinking about…

teacher!gojo who hasn’t talked to you since he was a teenager

teacher!gojo who spends all of his time alone on missions, lesson planning, and training his students

teacher!gojo who despite his goofy demeanor is strangely repulsed whenever shoko teases and jokes about setting up a blind date for him; who only ever considered you when it came to romance

teacher!gojo who knows it would be crazy for you to give him a second chance after your high school fall-out

teacher!gojo who’s busy schedule leaves him longing for rest but can hardly get his three hours of sleep when you consume his thoughts

teacher!gojo who gives in after so many restless nights and realizes he needs to get over you

teacher!gojo who coincidentally sees you on the arm of another man on his way to his blind date and goes absolutely berserk

teacher!gojo who knows he has no right to be jealous over what could have been (it was his fault that nothing happened between you two after all!)

teacher!gojo who can no longer stand the ache in his chest when you transfer to Jujustu Tech as a new teacher and you greet him oh-so formally in the dingy break room

teacher!gojo who’s balls his fists but stays silent every time you leave work eying his figure, regret so obviously present in your eyes

teacher!gojo who finally decides to talk to you again, your constant presence overwhelming him with guilt

teacher!gojo who swore he would be collected but spills out apologies resisting voice cracks and tears when he notices your glassy eyes and quivering lips

teacher!gojo who embraces you with a longing saved over a decade of isolation

teacher!gojo who lets down his infinity for you to weep in his arms and punch his chest for being so difficult all those years ago

teacher!gojo who listens while you recall his actions between sobs

teacher!gojo who only holds you tighter, closer to him as if to never let you go again

teacher!gojo who starts visiting your classroom with snacks between breaks and making up for lost time

teacher!gojo who arrives to school early for the first time ever, standing outside Jujustu Tech’s gate waiting in the snow with a bouquet blushing like a schoolboy

teacher!gojo who knows he’s rushing it, but he just can’t wait to be yours anymore than he has!

teacher!gojo who gives his first genuine smile in years when you meet him gasping in delight at his out of the ordinary demeanor and gifts

teacher!gojo who confesses to you, the memories of years prior so bittersweet and he’s trying not to cry when he senses hesitation in your eyes

teacher!gojo who’s the happiest he’s ever been when he realizes that you, the untouchable kind amazing you has given him another chance to be yours

teacher!gojo who lets you wrap your arms around his neck dragging you into a well deserved strawberry-lollipop-flavored-kiss spinning you around in joy

teacher!gojo who’s heart drops when he notices that the bushes and trees behind you start to fade, dreading the truth he had known from the start when he sees your face get more and more blurry

teacher!gojo who only wants to deny what his six-eyes tell him for as long as he can

teacher!gojo who wakes up alone in bed, blindfold soaked in salty tears when he realizes he had dreamt of you again.

teacher!gojo who forces himself out of bed, not bothering to put on a coat as he makes his way out of his apartment

teacher!gojo who’s found the next morning by shoko, puffy eyed and unmoving by your grave

teacher!gojo who knows deep down that if he had acted sooner, confessed sooner, finished off that curse sooner, done anything sooner you might have, no, you would have still been with him happily together

teacher!gojo who knows that no matter how hard he tries, he is always too late.

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed! English isn’t my first language and it’s one of my first times trying writing but I really enjoyed these hcs! I wanted to give this a happy ending to satisfy everyone who read pt1, but I just couldn’t find a way to do so while writing. I want to work on a few one-shots soon, so I’ll definitely have a happy ending for gojo on a more fine tuned piece! Please let me know if you have any recommendations on improving writing and any requests for fics in the future!