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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Suffocation MLIST Summary: Breakfast with Gojo leaves you with more questions than answers, but just maybe, you do have some room in your life for the white-haired sorcerer. Only if he plays his cards right. And damn, is he already doing a fantastic job. Wc: 5, 112 Warnings: none!

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A gentle touch on your arm stirred you awake.

Contently, you were mid-yawn before your instincts took over, and you lurched forward, smacking your forehead against another.

"Jeez!" A low, husky voice complained as your vision and comprehension focused. It was Gojo, and he was rubbing his forehead mid-laugh.

You winced, bringing your own hands to cover your face. "I'm sorry," you groaned. And when you finally felt the pain on your eyebrow fading, you peeked through your fingers and realized you were only wearing underwear and a baggy shirt. And he was only wearing boxers.

Your head shot up, instantly forming a glare. "What happened to knocking?" You scolded, throwing the comforter over your exposed lower half.

"You're literally in my room!" Gojo raised his eyebrows, mouth agape. "In my bed?"

Glancing around and finally taking it all in, you huffed in defeat. You flopped back against the pillows, hiding your face to avoid staring at his toned chest. There was no way you were going to apologize again. Judging by the sun's position peaking through the windows, it was too early for that. "Get out and let me change," you replied with embarrassment, sighing loudly.

"Kicking me out of my own room?" Gojo teased. "What if I wanted to watch?"

"Oh?" You taunted with tiredness, refusing to lift your head, finding comfort in your smug response.

"What if I kick you in the nuts?"

"Fiesty…" he raised his hands in surrender, backtracking out of the room. You opened your eyes again and watched him pretend he was writing down notes on an imaginary list. "Not a morning person." Check. "Got it!"

Once the door shut, you hurried out of bed and zipped open your backpack. You winced when you realized all you had was a tank top and hoodie. It was better than nothing, better than giving him the satisfaction of wearing his shirt.

You couldn't help but want to at least look presentable with what you had. You applied some chapstick and brushed through your hair before exiting the room and meeting a now fully clothed Gojo in the kitchen.

The smell of coffee greeted you, and you sighed with relief. There was no reason for you to be so groggy, but you were, and your muscles ached. Not from the bed, but from the strain your muscles had gone through the night before. God, you could still hear the sound of your car imploding on itself. Your elbow still ached from smashing against the cracked glass to crawl out of the window.

Still hazy, you slumped into the breakfast bar chair, elbows propping against the granite countertop. "You like coffee?" You asked, watching as he started to pour you a cup.

"Cream and sugar?" That was all he said in return. You nodded.

His cup was next, and the second the steaming liquid was finished pouring, he took it to his lips.

Sneering at the thought of a burning tongue, your hands cradled the mug before you. But before you could say anything else, the tempting aroma of frying food filled your nose. You tilted your head past Gojo's towering frame and found bacon and eggs frying on the stovetop. There was more than enough for two.

You glanced back at him in disbelief. He had already shown you enough kindness, and this was the last thing you expected. It felt domestic and didn't make you cringe or shy away. Instead, it made you start blushing, and you hated it.

"You need energy." Gojo shrugged.

"I could have-"

"None of that," Gojo interjected. "You've been through enough."

Contemplating your response, you brought the coffee to your lips and took an apprehensive sip. It was the perfect temperature. Your eyelids twitched as you relished in the flavor.

With satisfied, upturned lips, Gojo turned around and separated a portion for you. "So, Y/N, tell me what you want," he asked, needing to know the answer before he let himself fall harder, to do things to and for you that he had never dreamed of doing for a woman.

"Meaning?" You questioned, taking another sip.

"Do you want me to find a reason for you to leave or to stay?"

It was blunt. But you appreciated it. There were many reasons for you to do either. Following your heart had brought you to Jujutsu High, and you felt it wanted you to stay—at least for the remainder of your paid time off. Two weeks was enough time to know, grow, and figure it all out.

If Gojo was willing to be blunt, you would grant him the same.

"I want to stay," you replied. "At least, for now."

"You want—"

"Yes." Your throat felt tight. Perhaps it was from sleeping in a new atmosphere and climate, but you suspected it was from his presence and what he was doing for you. What he had promised before, what you wanted to explore. "I want you to teach me."

Jujustu sorcery wasn't foreign to you, but the possibilities were. What he had already shown you in 24 hours was enough to crave a greater understanding.

Gojo placed the food in front of you, handing you a pair of chopsticks.

Taking them, you hesitated, poking at the eggs as if they would reveal the answer you were looking for.

Was it wise to be honest with Gojo? You contemplated. He had been watching over your brother, but that wasn't enough conviction to relent, to bow down and follow his lead. Even if he had given you his bed for the night and made you breakfast, even if he made you feel butterflies—you had gotten this far on your own. The power you already had, was all because of you, what you suffered through.

You had been alone your entire life. That was true, but that didn't mean you had to be forever.

You glanced up at him, softening as you realized he'd been waiting for your truthful answer the whole time. If you could read him, it was naive to think he couldn't also understand you.

"I want to protect Yuji…" you started, speaking before critically thinking. "This wasn't what I was expecting but that's because I have never met anyone like me. I assumed he wouldn't share the same gift. But I'm happy we do."

"It's dangerous," Gojo said softly but with a hint of warning.

"Clearly," you laughed through your nose, finally being able to stomach a bite of food. Once you swallowed, you continued. "But I've lived long enough to understand the repercussions. I've spent my entire life wondering what my true purpose was, feeling out of place, seeing things nobody else could. I've understood what I could on my own, but I want more."

You paused to take another bite, wondering if Gojo would interrupt you again. But he didn't.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm not oblivious either. I know you're powerful, I can sense it without knowing everything. But this time I want to understand it all and not turn away. "Another bite of food. "I don't want to go back to the office and see my patients suffering." Your eyes darkened. "The curses constricting around them and not being able to help."

For your own twisted relief, you laughed. "I thought I was crazy, that's why I studied psychology…tried all the medications I could." You began to poke your breakfast again, not even noticing that Gojo had sat beside you. "But it had been something else all along. All those notebooks I filled with what I thought was gibberish are turning out to be for a reason."

All those nights you spent sobbing, crying out to God for an explanation. From all the loss you'd suffered, the loneliness, the pain, the bad decisions that only confused you more.

The cure was right before you, and you were still hesitating, on edge, and cautious.

You turned your gaze to him. "You called it a gift."

Did you even deserve that compliment?

"I wasn't lying." Gojo stuffed his mouth with food, finding it hard to look at you even with a blindfold on. The conviction in your eyes was enough, the way they threatened to tear over. The color of your irises was beautiful—you were perfect, everything he hadn't ever thought to ask for presented to him in a moment he'd never expected. "Y/N, you captivate me."

He didn't even realize what he'd said until he watched your eyes widen, and your entire expression shift into meekness. "How sweet of you," You replied lowly, your cheeks clearly dusting with pink.

Sweet? Maybe. Gojo tried to remember a moment when someone had complimented him that way. It didn't matter if someone had. It meant the world coming from you. The time you'd already taken to get to know him and deal with his company. He tried to think of something witty, but your openness beckoned his own to come forth. "I want you to stay…as selfish as that is." Selfish because he was attracted to you, and selfish because you were useful. Were those reasons all that bad?

No, they were not. But knowingly inviting you into this realm of uncertainty would be. Even if you expressed that the standard alternative was just as hard. Life hadn't been easy on you.

The plate before you was empty, and you pushed it away. "Maybe we can both find out what it means to be selfish for once."

"Would it be selfish if I was still putting you first?" Gojo asked, almost without sarcasm, before it instinctively took over. "I never indulge in my cravings."

His eyes were all over you. Your ability confirmed as much, even if you couldn't physically see his gaze.

"I'm being selfish enough as it is," you replied quickly. "Disregarding the responsibilities of what I have back home, the people that rely on me, the life I thought I wanted to live. My friends…" you trailed off. You almost said family. But your family was no more. Your family was Itadori. And you had gone over a decade without thinking of that name, your given name, your birthright.

The explanation of your predisposed insanity.

Gojo's hand covered yours. Not insanity. No, it was a gift. Letting his fingers glide through and intertwine with yours, you felt relief and safety.

"Can I trust you?" You whispered, still unable to look over at him, staring at the empty plate and trying to calm yourself down by counting the crumbs left behind.

"Yes." His shoulders relaxed, and so did his hold on your hand. He didn't want to let it go, so he turned your palm up and nudged his thumb along the softness of your skin. "I'll make the arrangments as soon as I can."

"What does that mean?"

"Whatever you want it to mean," he replied from his heart. He meant it even if it sounded otherwise. Gojo was confused by his submission to your questions and your wants. But he would be damned to refuse your needs.

That's how you took it. You knew he hadn't forgotten his promises last night, what was supposedly going to happen later that evening. A tour, some drinks. Whatever you requested from the strip mall that you'd taken notice of your way through the suburbs of Tokyo.

You snickered. Possibly the first genuine one you could've mustered since meeting him, since confirming all of your suspicions. Gojo was satisfied to know it was because of him.

"Do I get my own room?"

The sorcerer laughed, too. "Of course."

"A kitchen?" You raised your eyebrows. "Something like you have here?" You gestured around, insinuating that the remaining vacant rooms down the hall were only bedrooms, bare necessity dorms that couldn't suit an adult woman like you.

"If you want it." He smiled. What he wanted to reply might have been considered inappropriate. You deserved what you requested, even if he knew you would be content residing in his space with him. But that would take time. Gojo was still battling to not flirt excessively and outwardly with you.

Tongue gliding over your lips, you bit down anxiously, squeezing his hand simultaneously. "For now."

He squeezed your hand back before pulling it away. He had to distract himself and retreat, feeling his breath catch at how plump and kissable your lips were. The craving to just lean down and kiss you had happened too many times already, and the urge grew stronger each time it crossed his mind.

All Gojo could seem to think about was how peaceful you had looked sprawled across his bed, ass poking half out from underneath the comforter, hardly covered by your pink lace panties.

"What?" You questioned with raised eyebrows, noticing the smirk threatening to grow on his lips, the flush of his cheeks that weren't covered.

"Nothing!" He replied right after your question sounded, the stool screeching against the hardwood with how fast he jumped from his seat. He quickly recovered, reaching for your empty plate and setting it over his. "Just planning out the day for you."

Watching him frantically try to clean, you sighed and pushed onto the stool with the intent to help him. It was the least you could do after the welcomed surprise. "What are you thinking should be first?" You asked, snatching the plates from his hands and nudging him away from the sink with your hips.

Gojo's expression was dumbfounded. He was frozen, wondering why he initially wanted to reach out and grab your ass. Once the shock of it all disappeared, he glimpsed the smug yet masked look of innocence in your expression. He noted that he would punish you for it once you uttered your consent.

Reaching under the sink beside you, he pulled out a spray and twirled the bottle around his pointer finger. "Maybe I want to get you drunk first and see what you can actually do."

You raised an eyebrow, as if you suspected that was what his retort would be. "That's why I asked you out for drinks."

"Clever," he spoke aloud, followed by the squeak of the disinfectant bottle.

The faucet began to trickle with hot water once you turned it on. Comfortable silence filled the usually quaint apartment as you scrubbed the dishes, taking note of where Gojo stored items in the cupboards, how he cleaned, his preferences.

Despicable. You cursed yourself. What the hell were you trying to do? You were no housewife. You had a degree, a business, no need for a man in your life. Yet you still finished washing the dishes and set them aside to dry. This was the last night you would spend in his space. You didn't know his intentions, whether he would be grateful for your contribution or not. But the fact was that you had done it without asking. As if it was normal.

You knew you didn't owe him anything. The notion of repayment hadn't even crossed your mind. You weren't doing it to impress him, or to give thanks. So why?

The hairs on the back of your neck shot up, a chilling realization zipping down your spine.

Gojo was already making you feel safe. What he had accomplished was your security. A promise made that hadn't been broken.

Wiping your hands dry with the dish towel, you turned to find him waiting, leaning against the kitchen island. "Thank you," he said. "You didn't have to."

"You didn't have to make me breakfast either." You stared back intensely.

"Is that a big deal?"

You looked away. "Maybe."

"It doesn't matter what I want from you, Y/N." He set his elbow against the countertop. "The choice will always be yours."

"What do you want from me?"

Gojo shrugged, not like he didn't know, but he wasn't willing to admit it. "I don't know."

"Don't lie to me." Your tone was firm, a challenge.

"What you're willing to give." The sincerity in his tone was apparent.

"I've already promised you my entire day. So what do you think we should do first?"

"A tour of the campus of course," He chuckled. "Yuji wants some alone time with you."

"And what after?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I said I would take you out, didn't I?"

"Is that a date?"

"Oh!" He threw his head back with laughter, elongating it on purpose. "That's what you want it to be, huh Y/N?"

You chucked the dishtowel at his face, but he caught it before it could make contact. Gojo began to fold it, delaying his retort to make you overthink and squirm.

Then, he nodded toward his bedroom, where all your current possessions unfortunately resided. "Go make yourself feel prettier than you already are."

Your stomach flipped. But you still refused to move without an obvious answer.

Gojo smirked. "You have twenty minutes."

You wouldn't find out until weeks later that Gojo had instinctively turned his infinity off to hold your hand, be close to you, and touch you—without realizing it himself.

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It took you a bit longer than twenty minutes to feel satisfied, but Gojo hadn't commented on it. You would emerge breathtaking either way.

Now, you were gazing at a well-kept traditional sports stadium, your purse hanging loosely off your shoulder, Gojo standing far too close on the other side. There were multiple students in uniform sparring in the middle of the field; the only one you recognized to be Yuji. Whether or not you suspected or wanted him to be fighting so intensely with his fists, he was. The other students were just as determined.

It made you nervous, but it was admirable. Attendance was small, but they were close-knit. That mattered: if they complemented each other, if they could work together, if they could make a difference.

"Are you the only teacher?" You asked, adjusting your strap higher up on your shoulder, eyes entranced by the multiple forms of cursed energy erupting in front of you.

"No," Gojo replied. "Others specialize in different studies, but I'm the main guardian if I'm present."

"Where would you be?"

"Wherever I'm needed," he chuckled. "Which is more often than I'd like."

"So you really are the strongest?" You pried, gaze still focused ahead. You had assumptions from your gut feeling, but half were based on what you had picked up from Gojo and Yuji. Excitement bubbled inside you from what you could learn from the other students and staff you still had to meet.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" The sorcerer tilted his head down at you, arms crossed.

It was bold, but you pushed your finger into his chest, on the exact spot that you could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. You didn't have to say anything, and Gojo didn't need to ask.

A vixen you were. Gojo wondered if you realized, to a curse user or ordinary person. You used every piece of information you learned to further your knowledge. It was funny, because you had pretended to know nothing at first. Every second he spent with you disproved his initial assumptions.

The two of you had gone unnoticed for over ten minutes. You preferred it that way and were satisfied, curiosity invading your thoughts of the places you still were yet to see.

Then, you thought about what you'd seen before bumping into Gojo yesterday. "Show me the gardens."

"How did you know?"

"The map is pretty straightforward." You shrugged. All the trails were documented, even if the meaning was absent. But there was a small cemetery past the onterage of blossoms and foliage. It did not matter what part of the mystery was calling out to you. You would find it.

"It was where we met." Your tone was delicate, not too forceful or too soft. There was a heartfelt emotion behind it, and Gojo was unsure how to analyze it. "There was a discrete trail. If you hadn't stopped me, thats where I would have gone."

Trying to think of a reply, Gojo watched you raise your hand and enthusiastically wave. The students had noticed your presence. Yuji seemed particularly happy to see you, the call of your name echoing throughout the stadium.

"I promise it's nothing special." Gojo seemed dumbfounded, not because you were wrong, but because he hadn't remembered the landscape of where he first saw you. The campus was blind to him. Most of his life and memories were rooted there, and nothing seemed extraordinary to him anymore. But when he saw you, it was as if he'd seen the world and all of its entirety again. Nothing else mattered more, and that's why his soul was searching for a more straightforward answer, unclouded by the distraction of your perfection. Were you part of the answer?

For almost a decade, Gojo had walked through life believing he had figured it all out.

"Special or not." You glanced up at him. "It's part of the tour," you teased before descending the bleacher steps.

Itadori raced over to you before you even reached the grass. "How are you big sis?" He asked, arms reaching out like he wanted to hug you.

"Cm'here," You giggled, pulling him into an embrace before he could retreat. You ruffled up his hair for good measure, eyes softening at the content smile he shot you before turning to his curious peers.

“This is my sister, Y/N Itadori.” Yuji grinned, bending down with his arms like he was presenting you to an auction crowd. A boy with fluffy black hair and a cute girl with a bob stared back at you, clearly annoyed with Yuji's overreaction.

"That's your sister?" The boy blinked in disbelief.

"No way you're related!" The girl also seemed dumbstruck. "She's too pretty to be related to a rat!"

"Hey!" Yuji pouted.

Unsure of how to reply, you glanced nervously at Gojo.

But, of course, he would only participate. That much you had learned about him. "Right? Shouldn't she be a model?"

"And Yuji would be like… the…" The girl tapped her finger against her cheek, deep in thought.

"Don't say, manager." The boy grumbled. "He's not smart enough for that."

"You guys suck." Yuji deflated, etching a laugh out of the girl. It all seemed to be good fun. You later learned their names as Megumi and Nobara, the only two students in Yuji's freshmen class.

After a passing introduction, all three of them started to bombard you with questions.

"How long are you staying?" Yuji asked enthusiastically.

"Is Gojo going to train you then?"

"What can you do?"

"A few things." You shrugged. "Nothing with crazy combat… more on the sidelines."

"Like?" Megumi asked, his interest finally piqued.

Nervously, you itched at your neck. You didn't know how to explain it or make it sound cool to a group of teenagers who were far more capable than you. "If it makes sense, I can see souls. Well, the color of them..."

"She can also see the future," Gojo added lowly.

"What color am I?" Nobara jumped up and down, Gojo's comment flying past her head.

"She said mine was sunset orange!" Yuji boasted. "How cool is that?"

"Megumi's is probably poop brown." Nobara pointed at him and cackled mischievously.

Once the laughter died down, Megumi made the mistake of locking eyes with you. In turn, you gained access. He was more challenging to get through, no regular human boy, a sorcerer with enough training to fortify barriers, but weak enough for you to slip by.

A roaring ocean at dusk, low hanging clouds that threatened to release at any moment. But there was another layer behind the grey—a yellow warmth that promised to kiss the dark ocean and reveal the blue beauty once again.

"Midnight blue." Your eyes softened, understanding the reasonings behind his aloof and perceivingly cold demeanor. The lack of affection for those he cared about and how it would be misconstrued.

Everyone turned their attention to you. How did that even make sense?

But when they glanced back to Megumi, it was a precise explanation and more. He somewhat pouted from the attention but did not seem to disagree with you.

"Me next!" Nobara pleaded, still unsure how you were doing it but staring at you with the same curiosity as the others.

Looking into her eyes, you saw shades of reds and pinks, blending together with a spunky uniqueness you hadn't seen in anyone else before. Confidence and neon signs, a shade of mature lipstick, and high heels that clicked down obsidian tiles of luxury brand stores. But there was more than that; you saw tulips and kimonos of the same shade, dripping blood with unruly power. A sarcastic yet loyal type of love.

It made you simper. "Rogue pink." You pointed to your cheeks and gestured at her to do the same. The makeup was light but placed delicately on her cheeks, rosy enough but feisty.

"That's definitely you." Yuji nodded at Nobara. "You should see her room."

The young girl seemed satisfied, slightly shocked at how you guessed her favorite color. But she smirked at you, and you smiled back—both of you smitten about something the boys wouldn't understand.

"Okay!' Gojo clapped his hands together. "Introductions are complete! Get back to work before you start boring poor Y/N."

"It wasn't boring," you assured. "But he's right, it seems like you all have a lot to prepare for. Especially you, Yuji."

"Noooo!" Yuji deflated. "Can't she stay and watch?"

"Even better, she'll be training with us tomorrow!"

"What!?" All four of you asked in unison.

Tomorrow? Did you even want to? Hardly anything had been discussed yet or adequately planned. You still had people to meet and responsibilities to sort out. Before you could even ask another question, or fathom why you needed to begin so early, Gojo started speaking again.

"Fine," he threw his head back in a defeated sigh. "I'll give her three days to settle in!"

"You're ridiculous," Nobara huffed.

Clearly, that much was obvious. But there were things you and Gojo knew that the students did not, and you would rather have him act oblivious and lighthearted around them in the meantime. Especially as you pieced your future together.

Even if you were skeptical and fearful, you agreed to stay. The knowledge that you would come to know never promised to be easy. In fact, Gojo warned you of the dangers. It was all for Yuji in the end. And you were desperate to help him keep that innocence and happiness in his eyes.

"I have to finish giving her a tour of campus." Gojo held his arm out for you.

You took his arm, much to the surprise of the students. It was all to act unbothered by what lay in your uncertain future. Those scribbled prophecies could only reveal so much of the present.

"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, okay Yuji?" You smiled. "There's some things I have to sort through first."

"Adult duties!" Gojo cheered beside you, tugging you away. "Of course Gojo sensei can help with whatever Y/N desires!"

"I don't want to know what that means," Megumi grumbled to Yuji and Nobara as they all watched you walk away, disgustingly joyful to be so close to Gojo.

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Shopping bags weighed you down, the plastic handles digging into your skin. Gojo was struggling with triple the weight, yet the smile on his face remained. He was able to purchase everything you needed to remain comfortable. It wasn't much, but he bought everything you gained the courage to ask for.

And it was not even 9pm.

"Still on for drinks?" Gojo asked as you both dumped the bags on your new bed. A chuckle left your lips as you unpacked some of the amenities you desperately needed. The apartment was reasonably spacious, equipped with a bedroom and bathroom. Nothing special, but it was enough.

It was more than you needed, the equivalent of the motel room you'd been desperate to return to only a day before. But this time, you were protected.

Biting down on your lip, you thought about your apartment back in the city. That was where you were most comfortable. Would you be comfortable here? Enough to stay?

It was for Yuji. You told yourself, then turned to face Gojo. "Is there a place close by?"

"I can actually take you anywhere in the world." He said with a surprisingly serious tone. There was an invitation in it, asking where you would want to go if you could. But it was also just the truth, and the innuendo excited you in both ways. "But I would prefer to stay close, traveling that far makes me sleepy sometimes."

"And you want to stay up with me, huh?" You teased.

"How'd you know you?" His mouth dropped open.

You threw a new sweater at him, huffing in annoyance at his over-exaggeration. "Yes, we can go then."

"I guess we'll see if you can outdrink me?" He smirked.

"Once you start answering my questions I'll know that's when you had enough," you snickered.

"Hmmm…" Gojo pursed his lips. "Not when I let you you take off my blindfold?"

You immediately flushed. "I wouldn't do that!"

"I believe you," he said with a chuckle. "But I don't believe you can out drink me… you're too weak."

He lowered his face to yours to get a better look as if he were studying you. It really wasn't fair that you couldn't see his eyes. “And short… and…”

"What?" You scoffed.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and so did any attempt at a rebuttal. The teasing always quickly turned into compliments, and there was no denying that you didn't mind. How was he able to make you speechless for a second time that day?

"Beautiful girls don't drink a lot of alcohol," he said sarcastically. "So it's looking like I'll win."

He switched so fast, but you saw his hesitation, his preference to make the moment stretch just a little longer. The way his lips parted, the way you looked at his lips that were only inches away.

Had you wanted him to kiss you?

"Let me change quick!" You tittered. "Then we can be on our way."

Satisfied to see how evidently flustered you were by his proximity, Gojo pulled his head back and stepped away from you. "Alright, go ahead," he said, but he didn't move.

"Outside the room." You glared.

"Maybe next time," he sighed but then started laughing. You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of your room. Under the fabric of his uniform, you could feel the hard muscles of his back. He was solid and heavy, and you knew you could only push him because he allowed it.

Once the door closed, you leaned against the back of it and exhaled. Irritatingly enough, your face was consumed with a grin. Gojo had called you beautiful.

The way he said it, too, caused your cheeks to remain hot. Were you that easy to impress?

No… no man had ever caught your eye the way he had.

Maybe you'd find some answers at the bar, where you could loosen up. Maybe with a bit of liquor in him, he could open up.

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maemiko · 2 years ago

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I'm Gonna Make You Want More | Gojo

─── ☽ Hi! This is my first post, and I'm still trying to figure out what writing style suits me best. I do hope you enjoy this post regardless, and I'm very open to constructive criticism. ツ

cw: MDNI, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), teasing.

wc: 1.2k

"Make a sound and it's game over."

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Gojo being a special grade sorcerer meant that he was busy and always on the move. This never meant that he wouldn't take time to call or text you, he always made sure that you knew he was okay, and that he loves you.

This time, he had been gone for three weeks and you missed him a lot. You missed his touch, you missed his warmth but most of all you missed the way he made your back arch, and your vision go static. Being away from him for so long, left you needy and desperate. You wanted him, and you wanted him to know.

So you decided to take matters into your own hands, putting on what you knew was his favorite lingerie set. It showed the outline of your boobs perfectly and hugged your ass in the right places. You sat in front of your mirror on your knees. Taking a video of you running your hand down your chest, and rubbing circles on your stomach, inching towards your clothed core where the video cut off. A sly smirk on your face during the whole thing.

You sent this video to Gojo with a text that read "I miss you 'toru", and you shut your phone off knowing that leaving a text like this without responding further would absolutely drive him crazy.

Unbeknown to you Gojo had gotten back from his trip today, and he sat on the edge of his bed staring at the video you had sent him. Re-reading the nickname you would moan so often when he's pleasing you just right "T-Toru.." he could hear your sweet voice in his head. Gojo was speechless as he sat there mesmerized by the way the lingerie hugged your curves perfectly, imagining himself tracing those curves with his tongue as he'd kiss your body making you know how much he loved it.

This video did exactly what you meant for it to do, it drove Gojo absolutely crazy. The growing bulge in his pants was evidence of this.

Gojo knew you'd be at his best friend Nanami's party tomorrow, and so would he. He planned to make you pay for teasing him like this.

He went to sleep with images of your fucked out face, and sweaty body squirming under his touch.

When you walked into Nanami's birthday party the first thing you saw in the crowd was a familiar head of white hair. He watched exactly how your body was hugged by the little black dress that showed a bit of cleavage teasingly. You froze as his icy blue eyes raked your body. He made his was towards you, snaking his arms around your waist, as he leaned closer to you. His minty, breath fanning your ear. "You look so good right now y/n, I bet you'd look better without your clothes on." His voice was low, and his hands were roaming on your back.

Gojo had already grabbed you by your hand, carrying you to the closest room away from the crowd. Making sure to lock the door behind him. Before you could process what room you were in Gojo had you pinned on the wall, his hand running up your thigh teasingly and stopping short of where you needed him, while he was suckling on your neck.

"S-satoru.." You whimpered slightly, as he licked the sensitive spot behind your ear "Not h-here.." you said, making the weakest attempt to push him off you.

Gojo hummed in response, as his hands slid from either sides of your head to your waist, and in one motion flipping you so that your cheek was against the wall and your back was facing him. His hands found the hem of you little dress, pulling it up so he had a nice view of your ass. Before you knew it your panties were on the floor, and his hands had snaked around one fondling your breast, and the other spreading your thighs a bit.

He continued littering your neck in kisses and love bites, knowing that your neck was a sensitive spot.

"Toru.. there are people outside" you mewled between soft moans.

"I don't care" he said, voice low and sultry. "I want what's mine, and I want it now." He was now on his knees. You felt the coldness of his breath, on your wetness.

Gojo spread your thighs a little bit more, so that he could leave kisses and kitten licks on your thighs but never where you wanted him.

"S-stop teasing me.." you uttered, still moaning softly at the feeling of his mouth on your thighs.

"If you don't like my teasing..why are you moaning?" Gojo didn't give you the chance to respond, his face was now deep in your cunt. Suckling on your clit.

"Mmm.. T-Toru!" You moaned out, a little louder than before.

This made Gojo stop, "Remember, there's people outside. Make a sound and it's game over. Be good for me and try to stay quiet. Okay?"

You bit your lips and nodded in response, just wanting to feel his tongue where you needed him again.

"Good girl" he mumbled as he gave your pussy kitten licks, spelling his name on your entrance with his tongue. Gojo began to fuck you with his tongue, while his finger moved circles on your clit. Gojo knew exactly what you liked, so in no time you felt that familiar knot in your stomach become undone, and your juices gushed onto his tongue. He lapped you up like he had been thirsty for days, still tongue fucking you as he brought you down from your high.

Your knees grew a weak during the whole ordeal, and so Gojo held you carefully turning you back around to face him. Crashing his lips on yours, letting you taste yourself.

"Be a good girl and get on your knees. Show me exactly how much you missed me." He said when he finally pulled away from your lips.

You sank to your knees, undoing his belt and pants. Pulling both his pants and boxers down as you watched the way his dick sprung out. His tip leaking pre-cum. Your hand wrapped around the base pumping it a few times, before bringing your hand up to the top so that your thumb could move in circles on this tip. All the while giving his shaft kitten licks before kissing his tip and then taking it into your mouth.

You were bobbing your head painstakingly slow, making sure to drive Gojo crazy so that he would want to fuck your mouth. Then you took his full length into your mouth, moaning to stimulate his cock even more. This did it for Gojo, as he threw his head back and his hands gripped your hair into a ponytail so could control your movements. He fucked into your mouth making you gag a few times, with tears starting to brim in your eyes.

You fondled his balls, lightly massaging them while he continued to fuck your mouth. "F-fuck y/n, I'm gonna.." He hissed through his teeth as he climaxed. You felt Gojo's movements stutter and a familiar hot liquid going down you throat.

The room grew quiet, the only sounds being both of you trying to catch your breaths and the light buzzing of the crowd outside of the door.

Gojo stood you up, taking out two handkerchiefs from his pocket and cleaning the two of you off and redressing you both. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, before he whispered "Let's get back to the party so that I can fuck you dumb when we get back home." ~

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