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WHITE POENIES. you have been dating your boyfriend, satoru gojo, for months. heās been insistent that your relationship needs to be kept quiet, a secret. it wouldnāt be safe for you if jujutsu society found out how important you were to him, especially since you were a normal human. the last thing he wanted was for you to get caught up in his world and used against him. he had to protect you, by any means necessary. ā 2.7k words.
cw: nsfw, infidelity, jujutsu sorcerer gojo x non jujutsu sorcerer reader, teacher!reader, gojo x mei mei, angst, hurt/no comfort, heavy guilt, mdni
please heed the warnings. i honestly regret writing this now. if you cannot stomach infidelity and guilt, do not read this.
despite being a normal human, you were currently dating jujutsu sorcerer satoru gojo. your schedules are so mismatched, barely lining up with how many missions and meetings gojo had. you were a school teacher yourself so you understood gojoās desire to be there for his kids and you would never fault him for it, especially since gojo had told you all about the dangers posed in the jujutsu world.
you may not have been able to see any curses or spirits, but you could hear the seriousness in your boyfriendās voice. you saw how tired he looked whenever he finally had time for you, the dark circles under his eyes that he tried to hide with his bright smiles and joking personality.
you never blamed him or confronted him about his time management. you understood that he had a duty to the jujutsu world. he couldnāt prioritize your relationship above work and that was something he was very upfront about when you began to see each other, and you had agreed to it.
thatās why it didnāt bother you when gojo couldnāt make it the little weekend getaway trip with your friends that you had invited him to.
you knew he was busy.
***
satoru gojo was busy.
he was so busy that he barely got three hours of sleep a night. between meetings, missions, and his students, he hardly had time for himself, let alone his girlfriend. while she was away on what gojo assumed was going to be a fun and relaxing trip, he was stuck here dealing with this shitty special grade curse.
he couldnāt even be happy when he finished his mission faster than he had expected. did the universe hate him? the stars were surely having a laugh at his expense. he had turned down his girlfriendās offer specifically because of this mission and it was over that fast? he scoffs, irritated as he enters jujutsu highās perimeter.
his irritation is further inflamed when he sees mei mei in his path. christ, not now. could he still get away? maybe he could just use his limitless, teleport away and pretend he never saw her?
āsatoru,ā mei mei smiles at him and gojoās hopes of escape die.
fuck.
gojo groans inwardly, walking towards the woman. a not quite friendly smile is on his face, his desire to be elsewhere obvious. mei mei was a smart, observant woman who could read body language, but gojo hoped she could see the truth of exhaustion waving over his body.
it was just too bad that mei mei never cared about what gojo wanted.
ādone so fast?ā mei mei asks softly, stepping closer to gojo. he could smell her vanilla perfume, subtle yet elegant. perfectly fitting for how expensive it probably was.
āyep. i was just calling it a night,ā he says in a clipped tone. all he wanted was you but you werenāt here. you were on your stupid trip, miles away from him. he considered showing up anyway, but he didnāt want to look even more inconsistent to your friends. he didnāt want you to have to explain why he was now available. he knew you hated lying, especially about his job.
so gojo was going to have to settle for his bed, alone. but at least it was big and soft and waiting for him. if he could just get past mei mei. shit, was she saying? he had forgot to listen.
āā for another payment,ā she was saying. mei mei pauses, her lips quirking up, āare you listening, satoru?ā she asks, amused.
ānot really, no,ā he admits. he had no problem making his boredom with the conversation clear. it was getting late and his body ached from all the training and missions his schedule was filled with. he needed a goddamn vacation.
or maybe just a quick fuck.
damn it.
mei mei places a hand on gojoās forearm, just above his infinity. her white, manicured nails catch the light of a nearby lamppost. she gives him a soft, understanding smile. she knew what it was like to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to be worked like a dog. maybe she didnāt fully understand gojoās particular situation, but still. that was the whole reason mei mei had chosen to go independent, to make a profit out of her skills. gojo couldnāt respect that in good faith, knowing that saving lives should be more important than any selfish, worldly desires, but he could understand it. besides, itās not like she was the strongest or anything. it wasnāt her that jujutsu society relied on. she didnāt deserve his bitterness for something out of her hands. for being able to have a choice.
he brushes her hand off. he didnāt want her comfort.
but mei mei steps closer, invading his personal space. she gives him that sultry, gentle look that she saves for moments like this. for when she has her eye on something she wants and is afraid that if sheās too loud, too bold, that sheāll scare it away. it was a calculated act that gojo was all too familiar with.
gojoās played this dance with her before. heās rejected her advances dozens of times, waving her off with disinterest. he knows mei meiās interest isnāt genuine. she wants him because heās a gojo. a rich, expensive man that she wants to sample. the strongest. itās a silent bragging right, something that she wants to know that she was able to affordā able to have.
āhow about a drink?ā mei mei asks. they both knew that gojo didnāt drink.
āno. mei mei, justāā gojo shakes his head, fingers rubbing his temples. god give him strength. ānot tonight, alright? maybe another time,ā he says.
he thinks of you, far away. he wonders if youāre laughing with your friends right now, enjoying your weekend off. you had been busy this week too, preparing lessons for your elementary students.
thereās a gnawing guilt lingering in the back of gojoās mind. he had been dating you for months, but no one knew about you. it was a safety thing. you were a mere human, unable to protect yourself from his world and gojo wasnāt able to always be with you. he couldnāt risk the higher ups or god forbid a sentient cursed spirit finding out about you. or even worse, the gojo clan. he shudders at the thought.
and he definitely didnāt trust mei mei to not use something like that as blackmail, either. she was a friend, but he knew that she could be bought for the right price.
it would have been so easy to use you as excuse, to say sorry, i have a girlfriend, but he couldnāt. he didnāt. you were his greatest secret: a woman. you were the only thing that he had to himself and he needed to protect you in the only way that he could.
he wouldnāt allow mei mei to get even a whiff of you.
mei mei pouts, an expression that looks unnatural on her. it didnāt suit her at all, not when gojo knew that she was a calm, calculative woman who would do anything to get what she wanted.
āaw, youāre no fun,ā she teases him. āiāll even get you one of those shirley temples that youāre so fond of.ā
āiāve had a long day and an even earlier one tomorrow,ā gojo says, rubbing the back of his neck and feigning a yawn. he was tired but he was really laying it on thick.
ādonāt be like that. itās not like you have someone waiting for you, right?ā mei mei asks innocently, tilting her head. she was fishing for a reaction, information to tuck away for later.
gojo shrugs, laughing lightly. āyou think i got time for a girl? there hasnāt been anyone, not since suguru,ā gojo lies.
āreally?ā
āwhat? is it so hard to believe that a man like me is single?ā he raises an eyebrow. did she know something?
mei mei fixes her hair, gently pushing it to the side. she wasnāt wearing her usual uniform. it was too hot, the middle of summer. she was wearing a low cut top to match her tight, fitted pants; a perfectly appropriate outfit for a jujutsu sorcerer. except, mei meiās cleavage is on display, a perfect valley of temptation. she had recently gotten them done, a present to herself after a rather expensive mission.
gojo almost rolls his eyes at the obvious attempt of seduction. she was going to have to do better than that. there wasnāt a woman who held a candle to you. he hadnāt been interested in mei mei when he was a student at jujutsu high and he definitely wasnāt interested now.
āiāve heard rumors. apparently, the satoru gojo has been spending all of his almost nonexistent free time off campus. people talk, satoru,ā mei mei says slowly.
āi didnāt know everyone was privy to my personal life,ā he says, dismissive. inwardly, he was relieved. she doesnāt know. she doesnāt know shit.
mei meiās eyes glitter with something akin to mischief. she beckons him forward with her finger.
gojo frowns, unsure where this was going. he had a bad feeling and he prayed that he hadnāt jinxed it.
gojo obeys until heās at eye level with her. he was curious as to what she was going to say. mei mei was a very forward woman.
mei mei leans forward until her mouth is at gojoās ear. he can feel her breath tickling his skin.
āwhat about the pretty school teacher you visited last week?ā mei mei whispers softly.
gojoās heart stutters, his eyes widening in panic. he quickly schools his expression, glad that mei mei narrowly misses seeing it as she pulls back, eyes watching him.
āare you stalking me now? if you wanted my attention that badly, you couldāve just said,ā gojo says, trying to keep his voice neutral. his control of his composure was slipping with every second. how the fuck did she know about you?
āi have my sources,ā mei mei says in that infuriating calm tone of hers.
gojo furrows his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a firm line. if someone was following him, that was a problem. he didnāt remember feeling anyoneās eyes on him. he was a cautious and careful man who always had his infinity on for this exact reason. when exactly had gojo began to let his guard down?
āwhy would a jujutsu sorcerer be meeting a regular human on his off day?ā she presses on, innocently. āthereās no reason other than her being your woman.ā
āwhat, a guy canāt talk to an attractive woman anymore? it doesnāt mean sheās my woman,ā gojo scoffs, waving dismissively with his hands. gojo couldnāt afford to worry about his tail now; you were his priority. āi said i was single, not celibate.ā
mei mei hums, considering.
she studies him and for once, gojo thinks his impeccable poker face may not be enough. how could it when all he could think about was how much he worried for you?
āi donāt believe you,ā she whispers.
fuck. gojo needed her to believe him. there was no way he could let mei mei leave tonight thinking that there was a possibility that you were gojoās. he would not risk you. it was bad enough that she knew about you, but that was out of his hands now. the best he could hope for was to convince her that you were nothing, a one night stand.
āyou want proof?ā gojo asks, his voice dangerously low. a shadow falls over her face, as he steps closer, towering over her.
āyou canāt prove a negative.ā
ācanāt i?ā
gojo would do anything for you.
he kisses her.
itās rough and aggressive and angry. gojo grips her head firmly as his tongue slips into her mouth. he can practically taste her vanilla scent as she pulls him close now that his infinity was off. her fingers tug at his white hair and he can feel her nails grazing his scalp.
gojo groans into her, wrapping an arm around mei meiās waist and slipping a leg between her thighs. he can feel her chest heaving against his body and he wonders if she can feel how fast his heart was beating not with desire, but with a sense of impending doom. did she know that his thoughts were consumed by guilt? consumed by you?
mei mei moans and gojo canāt help but chuckle darkly. of course she didnāt.
āwould i kiss you like this if i was in love with another woman?ā gojo demands harshly. the lie tugs at his core, but he ignores it.
āwhat does she mean to you then?ā mei mei asks between kisses.
ānothing,ā gojo answers, as if mei mei had the right to ask him about you. as if she was the one who was being wronged tonight. āshe means nothing to me.ā
he pulls away and fights the urge to wipe his lips childishly. instead, he smirks.
āso⦠what was that about buying me a shirley temple?ā
***
gojo hated the feeling of another womanās hands on him. he hated the way her body moved against his, hated the way her bed creaked under them. and most of all, he hated the moan that slipped out of his mouth as mei mei clenched around his cock.
he grits his teeth, irritated at the thought of giving her the satisfaction of his pleasure. itās not like it was because of her specifically; it was a natural reaction, biology. any normal, healthy man would have reacted the same way. it was just sex.
just a quick fuck.
gojo thrusts into mei mei, his hands holding onto her hips as he took her. she was on her back, with her legs spread for him as she gripped the sheets.
mei meiās moans are sultry and breathless and wrong. they were too high pitched, too lewd, and too perfect. it was a performance from a woman who was used to having sex and knew exactly how to please a man.
it was bullshit.
gojo didnāt want perfect. he didnāt want this charade, this orchestrated version of sex. he wanted his girl. he wanted you.
he wanted your ill timed giggles, your sharp gasps whenever his cock went deeper, your beautiful, whiny moans. he wanted your hear your voice, the way youād cry out for him, so pathetically needy for him. he wanted to hear you recite the things you read in your stupid romance books and thought were hot. you never put on a act, never tried to be anything but what you were and that was everything gojo wanted. you were everything gojo wanted.
he loves you and heās sorry. heās so fucking sorry. he never wanted to betray you like this, to hurt you like this. every thrust into mei meiās welcoming cunt is another stab to his heart, but gojo doesnāt stop. he doesnāt shy away from the hurt. he doesnāt let himself disassociate or pretend like heās not commiting a carnal sin against you.
he chose this. he made his bed and he would lay in it.
he slams into her, dodging her kiss and burying his face in the crook of her neck. her sweet scent that would be enticing to any other man is just bittersweet to him.
āharder, satoru,ā mei meiās nails scrap his back as she moans wantonly.
he could almost imagine it was you underneath him, your pretty face filled with ecstasy as he fucked you.
he lets one hand wander to her tits, an experimental squeeze. they were firm and nothing like your soft, full tits that he loved to worship.
god, he couldnāt stop comparing her to you, finding all the differences between both of you. it felt sadistic, to think of all the ways she failed to measure up to you as he fucked her, but it was the only way he could stay sane.
he thinks of you.
***
afterwards, gojo finds himself in some hole in the wall bar a little away from his place. itās only when the bartender slides his very much not-shirley-temple-drink across the counter to him, that he realizes he forgot to call you after the mission like he promised.
heāll call you tomorrow, he vows.
tonight, he was doing to do something that he never does.
please please iām begging where is hot summer days part 3 id sell you my first born for a third part to this beauty like your mind works in such beautiful mysterious ways to make this phenomenal fic im actually foaming at the mouth
this is such high praise omg thank you! iām glad you enjoyed it so much <3 and fiiiine iāll get to work. next chapter for the cuck!gojo fans šāāļø
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checking your account for the nth time with yearning eyes for more cheating gojo fics...
you guys do need my help because this is totally unacceptable. iām on my way.
ok but seriously, i was going to write a two paragraph drabble for you but then i donāt know what the fuck happened because it became this full fledged fic that i will be posting soon sooo yeah be on the look out for that :D
as for a sneak peak, all i can say is that weāve unlocked a new character: mei mei.
toji's favourite sex position !
breeding, choking, slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, baby trapping, squirting! <3
toji had almost nothing to his name, so when he saw you in the club, flaunting a wad of cash that easily summed up to almost 10,000 bucks like it was nothing, he immediately found the next girl he'd set eyes on; his next victim to fund his life and gambling addiction.
the process of getting into bed with you was far too easy, just a little bit of sweet talking, a little praise, and a promise to give you the best dicking down of your entire life, had you mewling and clawing at his shoulders.
toji was similar to a bed bug: he hopped from girl to girl to ensure that he had a roof over his head without doing any hard work. so when he had you, one of the richest girls in the entire country, under him whilst his cock was balls deep in your perfect cunt, there was only one thing he could think of doing: breeding you.
"you like this dick?" toji's large hand wraps around your neck, thick fingers squeezing either side of your neck - small white dots start to cloud your vision. your cunt flutters around his cock as you nod pathetically, eyes rolling back into your head.
"i asked you a question baby girl, answer when daddy talks to you," toji's hand moves from your neck to slap you across the face, leaving a dark red hand print on your cheek. you moan, legs going like jelly as you claw at his back.
"love-love your dick daddy, so deep," you mewl, head tilting to the side before toji suddenly stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. you sob, tear filled doe eyes finding his in a silent plea for him to continue pounding you. "please daddy, please fuck my dirty cunt,"
"desperate whore," toji slams his cock back into you in the new position, the mating press, your legs were lifted so far up your back was almost arched off the bed. your stomach bulged with just how deep his thick cock was stretching you out.
your mouth hangs open, your eyes cross in the middle as each moan is literally fucked out of your body. "does that feel good baby? your rich pussy being fucked with some street cock? isn't this what you needed? some dirty man putting his paws in this million dollar pussy?" he grabs your jaw with his hand, parting your lips fully and spitting into your mouth.
you can barely muster up a response with words, only clenching and fluttering around his length as a thick rim of white cream starts to form at his base. " gonna stuff this cunt full of my cum, make you round with my kids," toji moans into your ear before ducking his head down to suck a dark hickey into your neck.
the possibility of his future being filled with money and a fancy car makes the thought of knocking you up far too enticing. his balls tighten, forearms barricading each side of your head as he dumbs his entire hot load inside of you.
you gasp, clawing at his back, "to-daddy, should of pulled out!" your sentence is half formed, slurred, and barely even coherent as your own orgasm rips through you thanks to toji's thumb rubbing at your clit. his cock is forced out of you as you squirt all over him, and the sheets.
"sh-shouldn't have fucked you," you sob, attempting to push him off even as you come down from your orgasm.
it was true, what people said about your boyfriend and utahime. they did look good together. it wasnāt surprising that people forgot you were dating gojo; you were always the quiet, overlooked type while he was the outgoing, carefree type who was always stopping to talk to a friend on campus. he was hot and extroverted; everyone loved him. and utahime? well, she was his counterpart and the complete opposite of you. utahime was confident and always put together. it was no wonder that she was just as popular as gojo. you could tell why people shipped them togetherā hell, you couldnāt even blame them. they both looked like models and who doesnāt love to see hot people dating each other?
despite the contrast between you and utahime, and how she naturally matched gojoās aesthetic, you never felt threatened by her. you and gojo worked so well because you were different. which was exactly why you had no problem with inviting her into gojoās bed.
it didnāt bother you to see gojo hold onto utahimeās hips as she sank down on your boyfriendās cock. in fact, it thrilled you. they did look good together. utahime grinded against gojoās cock with a finesse that had you as mesmerized as gojo. his hands groped her taut ass, groaning as she rode him. your fingers worked fast along your clit, mimicking utahimeās speed as you watched them.
you were secure enough to admire the way gojo fucked her. it was different from being the one involved with him. you had a front row seat to watching your man pleasure a woman, the same way he pleasured you. it was intoxicating and made you squirm, grinding against your fingers harder, desperate for a release that he was giving utahime instead. you wished he was thrusting into you, jealous of her for the first time in your life and it only made you more wet. the combination of jealousy and arousal was nothing you had ever experienced before and you wanted more.
utahime moaned softly as gojo thrusted his cock up into her, his blue eyes focused on where his cock slid into her cunt. him almost forgetting you were even in the room only heightened your arousal, pushing you to closer to the edge. fuck, you didnāt know how badly you needed this until now. this was meant to be a threesome, but you were starting to realize just how much you liked watching, how much you liked being cucked. and with the way gojo was ignoring your existence, it was clear he liked cucking you too.
maybe you were about to see a lot more of utahime than you ever thought you would.
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husband!nanami calms you down after you have a meltdown trying to find something to wear
warnings. fem!reader, body worship, praise, kissing, clit play, body image issues, nipple play, implied plus sized reader but read how you like, general insecurities, fluffy smut. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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Youād been trying to get dressed for the last hour.
More precisely, youād been trying to find anything at all that didnāt make you feel bloated, or oddly proportioned, or downright ugly to wear to your husbandās very important work event, which also just so happened to be happening very soon.
Youād torn your shared wardrobe apart. Scattered every dress or piece of party attire you think youād ever owned across every square inch of your bedroom, and yet here you stood, buck naked aside from the old band shirt youād tugged on in a furious fit after the last dress youād tried on had made you feel like a trussed up Christmas turkey.
With tears prickling hotly in your eyes and a sob threatening to break free in your throat, you tossed yourself onto your bed. Wallowing amidst a plethora of abandoned gowns and several shoes missing their pairs.
Your husband, for all his patience and tact, had remained at your side throughout the ordeal. Silent aside from a few well intended comments which, by no fault of his own, had only left you spiralling further.
He now settled onto the bed beside you, a quiet, steady presence. You listened to the gentle creak of the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he leaned over you, studying your expression with a concerned one of his own.
āKento,ā you huffed, āIām trying to- ahā¦ā
The sudden heat of his fingers stole any further words from you, his hand slipping between your bare thighs with a precision that was almost alarming.
āI know sweetheart, I know,ā he soothed, like his fingers werenāt beginning to tease over your clit, rubbing slow firm circles into you, ābut youāre going to work yourself into a state.ā
Your jaw was slack, glossy eyes downturned just to watch his wrist curl between your thighs, which had split almost immediately either side of his forearm.
āJust relax for me, just for a minute.ā
The circles he was drawing were beginning to sound wet, sloppy where you were easing into his touch, body betraying you in favour of the delicious friction of his fingers.
āThatās it, thatās my good girl,ā he cooed, leaning in to brush his lips over your throat, feel the gentle hum of your pulse against his lips as his spare hand thumbed at the hem of your shirt.
āYouāre worried over nothing, you look beautiful in everything.ā
You shook you head limply, but he didnāt back down, instead the hand petting at the hem of your shirt stilled, then lifted, slowly peeling the fabric up. The reveal was slow, inch by inch new of skin - your hips, the curve of your belly, the soft peaks of your chest - until your entire abdomen lay bare atop the crinkled sheets.
āKen,ā you huffed, lower lip pushed out into a pout as you blinked down at your exposed body past the crumpled neck of your shirt, the same valley of bumps and dips and curves that were the very source of your agitation.
Nanami ignored your argument, instead lowering his chin to press a slow, open mouthed kiss to your stomach before he eased back to reply.
āWhat is it my love?ā He questioned innocently, breath curling warm over your bare stomach, sticky where heād left glistening lip prints.
āStop,ā you managed, though it was evident that your heart wasnāt in it, much to preoccupied in watching the way his lashes fluttered as he pressed another kiss to your skin, this time just below the curve of your breast where your heart was fluttering like a caged canary. āitās embarrassingā¦ā
āEmbarrassing?ā Nanami echoed, lifting his head to meet your gaze, āYou really want me to stop?ā
The hand petting between your spread thighs slowed, and he blinked up at you with those tired, beautiful eyes that made your chest ache. The simple sight of that endless honey brown was enough to melt you, gazing into your eyes like youād hung the very stars.
You found yourself shaking your head, and the corners of his lips lifted into a smile, worried lines worn smooth between his knitted brows.
āThen youāll have to allow me a few kisses, deal?ā
The movement of his hand resumed, dipping down just far enough to gather some of your wetness before he was pressing the slick pads of his fingers to your clit again, rubbing in sweet tight little heart shapes now.
āOh⦠okay, okayā¦ā
You sighed and let your head fall backward, nestled between pillows as your eyes fluttered closed and you allowed yourself to wade deeper into the soothing bliss he was offering.
Nanami worked dutifully below your line of sight. Fingers rolling in sinful strokes, each press of his lips bolder than the last until finally they sealed flat around a perked nipple and he began suckling lightly.
You arched into the sensation, spine curved and chest lifted to meet the wet heat of his mouth as he moved.
āOh, Kenā¦ā
He groaned softly, the sound thick with adoration. His teeth grazed gently over the sensitive bud before he moved to the next and administered the same treatment. Laving a fresh burst of kisses over the swell of your breast before sucking the pebbled nub into his mouth, tongue swirling beneath the vacuumed pressure.
You found yourself teetering on the edge much quicker than youād have liked to admit, testament to just how on edge you were, and how well your husband read your body. With the steady rub of his fingers and the hot press of his lips peppering your skin, the sticky heat blooming in your belly peaked swiftly - tightening to a coiled knot which snapped with the next well placed nip of his teeth.
Nanami worked you through it, fingers slowing but not stopping until you whined, crossing into the realm of overstimulation, and he lifted away to instead trace gentle shapes into your twitching thigh.
In the sizzling afterglow you lay panting into the messed sheets, head tilted to take in the sight of your husband as he adjusted his frames and smoothed your shirt back over your chest. Not missing the way his eyes caught on the sight of his sucking marks blooming over your skin.
āYouāre too good at that, Ken,ā you breathed, voice utterly softened by pleasure.
āNot too good,ā Nanami replied smoothly, leaning in to speak the next words against your lips, āexactly what you deserve.ā
With that he lifted his chin to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, though it landed wayward when you tilted your head to instead capture his lips in a cheeky kiss.
He indulged you, let you hum into his mouth, run your tongue over his lips until he yielded. You shivered when his lips parted, and you finally felt the silky heat of his tongue against your own.
He split from you as the kiss deepened, just shy of too heavy to pull back from. Though he looked a little pained by the notion, cheekbones and the tips of his ears dusted a sweet rosy pink.
āWhat about the blue dress?ā You offered, lifting your hand to tuck a stray strand of gold behind his blushed ear, āthe silk one, the one I wore to your office party last spring.ā
Nanami exhaled, and all the weight of the world seemed to melt away with the motion. His head tilted into your touch, where your knuckles had abandoned his hair in favour of drawing slow soothing lines over his cheekbones.
my thoughts on gojoās sexuality and relationships that nobody asked for:
heās bisexual
he loves it when people fawn over him and compliment him. he let miwa take a selfie with him and he was eating up the attention from the schoolgirls in hidden inventory. born for shoujo romance, forced to battle shonen. i think he would definitely engage in friendly flirting and banter, if he was single.
he has been in love with geto the whole time. maybe they dated during school or maybe they didnāt, but gojo definitely pined over him from hidden inventory arc, and all the way until he died. he recognized geto by scent, āmy six eyes tells me youāre suguru geto, but my soul knows otherwise,ā his last words to geto being 3 words in english, censored, and made geto blush. he literally let geto walk away, didnāt want to kill him, picked getoās death anniversary for the final battle, to which kenjaku said would be a āromanticā date.
i donāt think gojo had any other serious relationships and i donāt think he wanted to, not even just because of geto. heās a workaholic. his whole life, day to day, revolved around being a jujutsu sorcerer because he was the strongest and because he wanted to make a change via teaching his students. so a) i donāt think he ever cared about someone romantically as he did geto, b) i donāt think he had the time, and c) i think he knew he would always have to prioritize his job over a romantic partner š after hidden inventory, he either occasionally met and hooked up with geto or he had other casual one night stands just to satisfy any needs he may have had (i like to think itās the former).
heās loyal as fuck. he would never cheat. i write it because i want to, not because i think itās in character for him.
gojo bottoms. heās the strongest and already does everything, let someone else (geto) take the reins in bed. also, heās not a twink. mappaās teen!gojo does not reflect the manga; he was always buff and taller than geto. this is my truth and i will die on this hill.
gege said if gojo wasnāt a sorcerer, heād be a sugar baby, basically. i think gojo would like to be spoiled. little things like surprising him with sweets and candy that he likes would warm his heart. heād be moved if someone tried to pay for him, despite him being loaded. heād probably blurt out āi love youā if someone brought him homemade brownies.
he would leave (stupid) love notes. theyād be really short with his little doodles and poorly drawn hearts. itās the childish type of note that one rolls their eyes at receiving but secretly cherishes. i like to think the ones he gives his partner is a little more in taste than the ones heās given to nanami and megumi though, lol. unless itās geto; he definitely left geto even more immature notes.
he sends corny romantic posts and says āus.ā and if he really wants to be annoying, heāll tag his partner in the comments too.
he loves pda. he would kiss and hold hands with his partner in public. he has absolutely no qualms about being caught making out or having a hickey peeking out of his shirt, or his partnerās. he would (jokingly) brag about having a loving relationship. gojo, after seeing nanamiās sour mood: āmaybe you just need to get laid.ā
CW DUBCON SPIT AGE GAP TEACHER STUDENT RELATIONSHIP SLAPPING BALL SUCKING
four fingers come down harsh on your cheek, your professor glaring down at you disapprovingly. the scars along his left side should've told you all you needed to know about him; the eye patch only added another layer to what he'd been through. he was rough inside and out, violent and mean and downright nasty.
professor nanami had no time to think about anyone other than himself. an infamously tough professor, he'd only chosen education as a career around his 50th birthday when he was supposed to 'settle down'. he was thankful that a college would even hire him with his looks and personalityāthe other things he did during his tenure were just a bonus.
a violent gag erupts from you around the head of his cock, hands tapping his thighs to tell him to let you go, but he chooses otherwise. he likes how repulsed you are by this, by him, and he looks forward to how much you'll hate yourself after it's over.
you are unfortunately his favorite type of person to pick onābright students who've never had a challenge until his class. girls who look at the world with big eyes and optimism because they don't know the reality of how fucked so many people around them are. he likes to toy with girls like you. sick fuck.
he found it humorous how you'd desperately shown up to his office, the only person brave enough to do so, asking how to improve your grade before the semester ended. he couldn't gauge how you'd feel about his requestāwith some of his former students feigning disgust to some who didn't think twice about sucking his cock, dropping to their knees and begging pretty please, dont let me fail. however, if god has graced with the ability to keep his job this long despite his digusting habits, why would he get fired now?
globs of spit stain nanami's slacks and the leather desk chair below him, all from the desperate student he has in front of him, choking on his cock. nothing feels better than a tight throat and a sensitive gag reflex to him, he basks in how fucking gross he can make others. spit and snot and tears galore stain his lap and your face, scarred palm and fingers pressing down on the crown of your head, another wet retch leaving your throat, vibrating against his shaft.
black spots go in and out of your vision from the abuse your head has taken, you can't remember the last time he'd let you up for air, or to give you a break. you are dizzy and disoriented, only focused on breathing through your nose even though it burns, and your jaw aches so terribly it feels like it may rip in half.
he likes the struggle he puts you through, how your fingernails dig into his thighs, scratching against the cheap material of his slacks. nanami wonders if you'll be able to rip through them, since you certainly have the spiritābut with his dick shoved down your esophagus and his hand on the back of your head, your strength is being used elsewhere.
another sickly heave expels from you, sounding as if you're about to leave your lunch all over your professor's carpetāonly then does he ease up on his hold. drops of saliva and precum and salty tears get coughed right onto nanami's crotch, covering the bottom of his button up and his dick in more of a mess. you're only allowed to catch your breath for a few seconds before his hand curls around the back of your head, pulling you back towards him, forcing you to kiss the hairy patch below his cock.
"suck."
deep, heaving breaths are all that nanami's met with, hot and humid against his balls but still lacking what he wants. his other hand goes back to the crown of your head, fingertips digging in and pushing you further against him, nose and mouth shoved into his ballsack, cutting off your airways until you do as he says.
"i said suck," nanami gruffly demands, finding sick pleasure in the way your eyes widen at him in terror, horrified of doing this for another thirty minutes. your lips finally open up and you begin to barely suckle at his balls, not nearly enough for his liking. rough knuckles grip at the hair on top of your head, pulling you back from between your professor's thighs for a moment, and a sharp smack rings through the room.
your first instinct is to cup your cheek, skin stinging from his backhand, your jaw dropping wide in surprise. when you attempt to pull from his grip, he shoves your face right back in between his legs, hoping your shocked expression can aid you in getting him off.
"fucking suck," he commands, not asking or pleading, but forcing, finishing off his demand by grumbling, "stupid bitch."
your face is partially covered by his cock, your mouth shoved against his sackāit's the prettiest you've looked so far, he'll give you that. a nasty groan leaves his throat when you begin to actually suck his balls, tongue running over the displeasing texture of his pubic hair and the soft skin beneath it. fucking finally.
"yeah," he groans, the sound coming from deep within in chest, neck bending as he lets his head fall back against his chair.
he can feel how slick he is between his legs, how little friction is against your mouth and your cheeks, and he loves it allātruly a disgusting display from someone who had such a big future ahead of her. he looks down at your pathetic expression, eyes glossy and wet and drained from all that he's put you through today, little sniffles and sobs muffled because your mouth is too busy pleasuring him.
all that hard work has only led you to the carpet of your professor's office, gargling his balls in hopes of a good grade.
that thought does him in, ropes of thin cum slowly flowing from his tip as he keeps your mouth tucked against his balls. he makes you stay there for a good while, too, letting his release get in your hair and all over your forehead. there's great enjoyment in the fact that you never stop sucking, either, keeping his nutsack nestled between your lips.
when he finally releases his grip and lets you go, he tries to get a good look at your face, tries to force you to look at him in the eye. he sees your lip quivering, sobs threatening to leave your throat, beaten down and bullied so badly there's no longer a twinkle in your eye. soon, you're running out of his officeāmessy face and allāsomewhere that you hope he'll never be able to see you again at.
nanami wonders how disappointed you'll be in a few weeks when you check your final grades and see that you've failed his class again, and how upset you'll be because you have to take his lecture one more time. next semester, though, he'll teach you how to do something more useful with your free time instead of studying.
my thoughts on gojoās sexuality and relationships that nobody asked for:
heās bisexual
he loves it when people fawn over him and compliment him. he let miwa take a selfie with him and he was eating up the attention from the schoolgirls in hidden inventory. born for shoujo romance, forced to battle shonen. i think he would definitely engage in friendly flirting and banter, if he was single.
he has been in love with geto the whole time. maybe they dated during school or maybe they didnāt, but gojo definitely pined over him from hidden inventory arc, and all the way until he died. he recognized geto by scent, āmy six eyes tells me youāre suguru geto, but my soul knows otherwise,ā his last words to geto being 3 words in english, censored, and made geto blush. he literally let geto walk away, didnāt want to kill him, picked getoās death anniversary for the final battle, to which kenjaku said would be a āromanticā date.
i donāt think gojo had any other serious relationships and i donāt think he wanted to, not even just because of geto. heās a workaholic. his whole life, day to day, revolved around being a jujutsu sorcerer because he was the strongest and because he wanted to make a change via teaching his students. so a) i donāt think he ever cared about someone romantically as he did geto, b) i donāt think he had the time, and c) i think he knew he would always have to prioritize his job over a romantic partner š after hidden inventory, he either occasionally met and hooked up with geto or he had other casual one night stands just to satisfy any needs he may have had (i like to think itās the former).
heās loyal as fuck. he would never cheat. i write it because i want to, not because i think itās in character for him.
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when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you donāt expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark.
but thatās where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. heās staring at you the whole timeāat the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and heās rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like heās drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesnāt sound him at all.
āfuck, babyāā it rips out of him, pitched way too high. āsmell so good... oh fuck, i canātācanāt stop.ā
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy and loudāschlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. āgod, i'd eat you out for days if i justāmnhm!āif i just had the chance...ā
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because heās too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru canāt stop. heās babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. āwant it so badāfuck, iād worship you, i'd never stopāā
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is humiliating, a high and euphoric whine. his thighs shake.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that wonāt stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock still twitching violently.
āahāmnhgāfuck, t-too much, i canāt...ā his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist wonāt let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when itās finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, heās still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesnāt know how to stop.
and youāre still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.
streamer!gojo who drags you into his lap whenever you enter his gaming room without knowing heās streaming, bragging about you to his live as he keeps you pressed against his chest, kissing your cheeks and embarrassing you.
"Weāve been together for a few years now, canāt wait to marry my pretty baby." He chimed before pecking your lips, your face flushed before the camera.
streamer!gojo who loves it when you go down on him while heās streams, his hand fisting in your hair and his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip to hide his groans, and when his chat questioned it, he just said itās cause heās āfocused.ā (focused my ass)
streamer!gojo who will take his rage out on you by fingering you senselessly, his middle and ring finger thrusting in and out of you as he mutters swears under his breath, mumbling about his recent play on his stream.
"That last play was rigged, I totally had that guy." He angrily mumbled before pulling his fingers out and licking them, tasting your wetness across his fingers.
"Tastes so sweet baby." He chimed, pressing kisses to your clit.
streamer!gojo who lets you rest in his lap while he streams, occasionally muttering sweet nothings into your ear, his chat going insane over the way he treats you.
"Isnāt she just the cutest, Iām so fuckinā lucky." He mumbled, kissing the spot below your ear before his hands continued on the keyboard in front of him.
streamer!gojo who once let you cockwarm him while he was on live, his hips slowly rocking against your ass while he played, free hand on your thigh.
but it was all over once the chat had found out, and his live got shut down that night.
"Fuck man, itās not like we showed anything.." he muttered, but it was just your light, little moans that you tried keeping in your mouth