#gojostan

Hi.

I'm gonna leave this here.

req/imagine because im a dumbass and i forgot to screenhot: “i’d imagine gojo as the type to fuck you anywhere, his libido is freaky af”

characters are aged up and reader is a co-worker, whether reader works at jj school or elsewhere is up for your own interpretation

fem!reader

seriously? gojo really doesn’t know the difference between public and private anymore.

you could feel his slender hand dangerously lingering on your waist. he had the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lip. his gaze was trained ahead as he spoke to itadori, making small gestures with his other hand simultaneously.

his thumb grazed and curled the fabric of your skirt underneath the counter.

you inhaled sharply, shooting him a glare out of the corner of your vision.

you were just trying to finish up some paperwork and go home to sleep. it had been a long day.

“oh! so you’re saying to cut it at an angle instead of straight?” itadori hummed in realisation, his facial features brightening up.

“mm! if you cut it at an angle, it helps the plant grow and absorb nutrients. also, did you know you can place trimmings of herbs in water and they’ll grow roots? it’s called hydroponics”

“seriously?! you can grow them without soil?”

“yeah but you’ll have to supply the water with nutrients to replace it”

“why the hell are you two talking about growing plants in water? itadori, shouldn’t you be resting?” you snorted, scrawling your pen against the grain of the paper.

gojo’s finger fluttered underneath your skirt.

you felt your breath hitch.

how could he resist his beloved little co-worker? especially in a skirt like that.

the way those thigh high socks squeezed your legs made him crazy.

“aawww, (y/n), don’t be such a buzzkill!” gojo teased

he pulled your underwear aside, his head lightly turning towards you as he slid his middle finger against your slicked cunt.

“me? resting? senpai, shouldn’t you be sitting in a chair or somethin’? you’ve been standing up for ages now” itadori interjected, looking around for a chair to bring to you.

“naaah, she’s fine. (y/n) stands a lot, says she can’t sit for ages ‘cause she doesn’t wanna have frail bones.” gojo hummed.

he grinned, and it wasn’t because of the conversation.

it was because of the way he curled his finger inside you, the way your soaked cunt contracted.

“you sure? i can grab a chair from the hall?” itadori gestured behind him with his thumb.

“she’ll be fine,”

“won’t you?” gojo turned to face you, his hand occupied with fucking into you. he curled and twisted his finger, cruelly making his wrist shake and fingertips curl into a ‘come here’ motion underneath the wooden countertop.

you were lucky that the surface was high enough to mask the way your legs trembled underneath his touch.

you could feel his burning gaze, even through the jet black fabric.

you could feel his mocking smirk, even through his stoic expression.

“actually,” you exhaled, your tone slightly exasperated.

“could you get me a chair? not the one from the hall, though. they’re really terrible for lumbar support. think you could find me one that spins? they’re always fun.”

“lumbar support? you’re starting to sound like nanami.” gojo snorted.

he added a second finger, making your stomach churn and legs jolt.

“got it! a spinny chair! anything else, (y/n)-sensei?”

“some (favourite drink) would be nice. thank you, itadori.”

“yup!” he gave you a small salute, half-jogging out of the staff room before the door slid shut.

gojo withdrew his fingers from you, a long viscous and clear strand connected his two digits and your cunt.

you watched him curl his tongue around his digits, sucking it off.

“now then.”

“i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup of yours.”

the contents of gojo’s desk laid clattered all over the floor in a state of distress.

he had you bent over it, your body sprawled out against the mahogany wood.

his blindfold was partially lifted over one eye. not enough to allow his snow white locks to fall, but enough for him to absorb the way your body writhed and danced underneath him. he analysed you with a feline-like gaze, stormy blue eyes swirling with malicious intent on how to make you moan louder, throb a little harder.

one hand dug into your ass, spreading the skin out as he railed his thick cock inside you, every thrust abusing your g-spot to the point where your mind drew blanks.

you panted over him, his other hand occupied with your mouth.

oh, shit. how much he loved that pretty mouth of yours.

he forced the same two fingers inside, groaning at the way you throbbed when you lapped your tongue around his digits at an attempt to contain the wanton moans that spilled out of you.

gojo ran his hot and slick tongue against your back, trailing it from your tailbone and all the way up to your neck.

it made your blood feel like it was set ablaze. a shiver wracked your spine so great that goosebumps painted every inch of your smooth skin.

you heard him chuckle, a sound resonating so deep and dark inside his chest that it made you moan his name out in desire.

“that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever heard.”

he devoted himself into dicking you down so you could moan his name over and over.

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Suguru: you’ve been using your technique since yesterday haven’t you?

Suguru: what about sleep?

Satoru: Suguru, did you lose weight?

Satoru: are you okay?

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[not being known but still being loved]

Satoru: there’s no fucking way he did-!!!

Satoru: explain yourself… Suguru

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[still known, still loved]

Satoru: there's no way I'd mistake the scent of Suguru's curse energy