#object! gojo

sleeping bag!Gojo x f!reader x fwb!Gojo

The first day of your friend group's camping trip Gojo was already coked out of his mind, running off into the woods like a mad man where he meets his untimely end. A few days pass without word from him and after your...frustration gets the better of you, you set out to go find him.

content: MDNI, smut, drug use, addiction, character death (not shown), reincarnation (x2?), Unreliable narrator, Suguru and Shoko Cameo, reader gives Gojo a hard time but it's deserved, jealous Gojo, edging?, fingering, size kink if you squint, free use, somno, p in v, kinda toxic relationship, reader in denial, everyone's bad at feelings

wc: 4.3k

a/n: This is my entry for @madamechrissy's Object! Gojo event! Please check out the link for more amazing writers. This was a lot of fun and also my first time writing smut lol. Enjoy!<3

art by: @merascaa divider by: @uzmacchiato

*Snort*

“Ahh, that’s the stuff.”

“Come on Gojo, really?” you chide, dropping your massive hiking backpack onto the grass with a dull thud. “We literally just got here and you're doing coke. Again.”

“Why are you mad?” he asked, the boyish smile he gave infuriating you even more. Like it was no big deal that he clearly had an addiction, when the whole point of this trip was to get some distance from all of that. 

The college party culture, that is. To which your friend with benefits was an expert in.

“Ugh, forget it,” you dismissed with a groan, already feeling a headache coming on, “guess I’ll just set the tent up by myself.”

It actually wasn’t as hard as it seemed, in fact, the process went by quicker when Gojo left in the middle of setting up to go “enjoy nature or whatever” and whatever you couldn’t do alone Shoko or Geto would come over to help you. Before you knew it, the campfire was lit and the three of you were sitting around roasting marshmallows for smores.

“I kind of thought he would be back by now,” you admitted, peering over your shoulder to the trail Gojo went down earlier, lined with shadowy pine trees and dense grass.

“He’ll turn up eventually,” Geto stated, keeping his eyes on the fire while he lounged in his fold-up chair, “you know him, he’s probably waiting for us to go to bed so he can scare us pretending to be a bear or something.”

“Yeah…you’re right,” you agreed, twisting the stick in your hand, rotating the marshmallow on the end until it was golden and gooey. 

It’s not like he could wander far either, you had to be taken out on a boat to get to this secluded little island that only had room for a few campsites, and it wouldn’t be coming back until your trip was over in a week. 

Gojo was ridiculous, a fact you made sure to remind him of on a consistent basis, but he was a smart guy when he wanted to be. He’ll be fine.

You were feeling better about it until it actually came time to hit the sack. 

Just before you drifted off, a familiar heat clawed deep in the pit of your stomach, aching to be released, but you knew Gojo would throw a fit if he found out that you’d gotten off without him.

Probably end up going on a long-winded tangent about how you broke one of his rules and now he’d break one of your rules for ‘fairness’. 

You scoffed. Having sex was the only reason you agreed to be tent buddies, because lord knows you didn’t want to be stuck sleeping next to his noisy ass snoring without getting anything out of it in return.

The whole night you tossed and turned, waiting for him to stumble into the tent like an idiot so you could finally get some relief, but he never did, nor did he the day after that…or the day after that.

“This is ridiculous,” you grumbled, shoving things into your hiking bag with a scowl, “probably got himself stuck in a tree chasing a squirrel.”

“Just be safe,” Shoko insisted, holding the bag so you could hook your arms through the straps.

Her and Geto didn’t seem as concerned, and you didn’t blame them, this was not the first time Gojo had pulled something like this. 

It wasn’t even the fifth time. 

To be honest, you’ve lost track of how many times Gojo went ‘off the grid’ after snorting one too many lines. 

Normally he would show up later at the door, or wherever you were, with hickies and bite marks littered across his body. Some in places that gave you the impression that he was trying to make you jealous, and you hated coming to the realization that it did. Not that you would ever tell him that.

Normally you wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving him, who cares if he got mauled by a bear, he was the one who ran off! It only slightly mattered to you because there was no proof of death.

But it gets to a point—a woman has needs, after all—and if you had to spend one more night rubbing your thighs together just to get any kind of relief you were going to lose it. 

However, you kept that last fact to yourself when you told Shoko and Geto you were going out to find him. They probably put two and two together anyway, knowing your relationship with Gojo, but you didn’t feel the need to confirm any suspicions.

Around two hours into the hike you reached a hot spring on the other side of the island, and next to it you found Gojo’s stuff. His backpack, sleeping bag, and…clothes. Did he go skinny dipping and just not put his clothes on after? You called his name a few times but there was no response.

That’s when you saw an empty plastic baggie, a baggie that you recall being full a few days ago when Gojo showed you. All gone. Your chest tightened slightly, you knew Gojo had a high tolerance for the stuff but…this much in a few days? 

You’re surprised you didn’t come upon his corpse, but if that were the case, why would his clothes be here…

You sighed, gathering up his things and turning back. Great. So he's just…running around the island naked then. That’s new even for him.

On the hike back you watched as the sky turned from a light blue to a deep orange, similar to the colour of the light from the campfire that peeked through the trees. Shoko and Geto shared a puzzled look when you came back with Gojo’s things, but no Gojo.

“What’s with all that?” Shoko asked, breaking the silence that was only filled with the crackling fire and crickets.

“Uh, so I think…I think he’s naked…somewhere,” you responded before setting his things down in the tent. Shoko’s eyebrows raised slightly and Geto furrowed his with what you weren’t sure was supposed to be a grunt or a sigh.

“Geez, how much cocaine did he even take?” Geto groaned to himself, rubbing his temples, hoping his friend doesn’t get charged for flashing any unfortunate campers on the island.

“If he doesn’t show up tonight, why don’t we all head out tomorrow,” Shoko suggested coolly, crossing her legs in the fold out chair as she pulled a cigarette out from the case in her pocket.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you admit with a sigh, just now feeling the heaviness of the day in your body, of hauling Gojo’s heavy bags on uneven trails for two hours. He so owes you.“I’m beat, I think I’ll call it a night. ”

“Goodnight,” Geto replied, eyeing how your legs shake trying to hold yourself up.

“Night,” Shoko sounded off, taking another puff as she leaned back, gazing up at the stars beginning to twinkle in the sky. You give a halfhearted wave and zip your tent shut.

You change and flop onto your sleeping bag with a groan, muscles aching. 

He just had to leave everything back there for you, huh? It sat in the corner of the tent, and the sight of it made your chest tighten again.

If he comes back tonight—from days of meandering around naked, mind you—it would probably be nice to come back to his things all set up and ready for him. It would also be nice for you to not hear him struggling to set it up himself in the middle of the night.

You crawled out of your sleeping bag, the nylon tent rustling under your weight as you made your way over to roll out his sleeping bag. One you don’t remember him having at the beginning of the trip, but you probably just didn’t notice. 

While pushing out the weighted, light blue material, you can’t help but notice that it smells just like him. Fresh and warm like clean laundry with a hint of his natural musk.

You shoot a wary glance to the shut door flap of your tent before bringing the plush fabric to your face, taking in a deep breath, and another, and another. The scent—his scent—filled your lungs at each desperate inhale, which you released with a dreamy sigh. The sense of comfort it brought you was addicting, but you didn’t take another sniff. 

You couldn’t. 

Your dignity refused to let you give in, to let you feel what you’ve been trying so hard to avoid.

It’s not like you missed him, that’s ridiculous, why on earth would you miss Satoru? For one, he was super annoying, and two, he wasn’t really even your friend. More like a friend of a friend that you slept with sometimes. That was all he really was to you, someone to have sex with. You’re sure he saw you the same way.

A sudden gust of wind found its way into the tent, sending a chill down your spine, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

Looking down at Gojo’s sleeping back, you trace patterns over the soft fabric before glancing over at your own and an idea pops in your head. 

Screw it, you were cold.

You slip Gojo’s sleeping bag into your own, then slide into his. The inside is white and fluffy, reminding you of his hair, and it was weirdly warm, like he splurged on one that was self-heating.

A strange choice for him, considering he was practically a furnace on legs, but right now you couldn’t complain about the extra heat.

After what felt like hours of tossing and turning you slap your arms against the ground and let out a frustrated huff. You tried to focus on the chirping crickets and the hoots of a nearby owl to calm down enough to fall asleep, but it was no use. You were still wide awake.

Not to mention the scent from Gojo’s sleeping bag was driving you nuts, like it knew he wasn’t there and was teasing you by reminding you what you couldn’t have.

What you haven’t had this entire trip since the idiot chose the wilderness over you.

Before long the burning ache that was stored in your body was beginning to leak out of you, dripping down between your thighs. You pressed them together instinctively, trying to satiate your need with the small pressure it provided, but it didn’t help much.

Squirming in the sleeping bag like that for a while, your hands twitched at your sides in whatever self control you still had. Trying to honour Gojo’s rule, no matter how stupid it was to you.

But the heat in your stomach continued to pool as your thighs began desperately rubbing together, doing little more than smearing your slick against your skin and teasing your neglected bundle of nerves.

You’ve had enough. 

If Satoru wants to stay—well, wherever he is—then fine! You thought that after all he’s put you through he deserves a little…surprise for when he returns. 

Sliding your hand under your lace panties was enough to draw a small gasp from your lips, the light contact enough to make your eyes roll back.

Your fingers stroked the folds of your soaked pussy, gathering slick and bringing it up to draw rough circles on your clit. Biting back a whine when a jolt of pleasure rushes though when you press harder.

You should’ve done this way sooner. 

Continuing to bite your lip to hold back a needy whimper every time your finger tip caught against the right spot, not wanting to alert the nearby tent. Although if Satoru were here you’d doubt he’d show the same courtesy. 

Your soft fingers traced up and down your folds, taking their time before you dipped one inside, easing in and out of your hole. Your hips rolled up involuntarily, following the motion out of pure desperation, not wanting to lose the feeling. You easily slipped another finger in, your pussy making quiet squelches as you pumped in and out.

The heat radiating from your body was insulated by the sleeping bag, causing a thin layer of sweat to coat your forehead, but you couldn’t stop now. So instead, you quickly peeled off your sweaty pjs and tossed them aside, leaving nothing but your bare skin to brush against the soft, warm inside of the sleeping bag. 

You wiped the thin sheen of sweat off your brow, trying to concentrate on finding the sensitive spot where Satoru liked to tease you.

He always brought you to the brink of an orgasm before he pulled out with that stupid smirk on his face, getting some twisted pleasure from hearing you whine. 

He enjoyed leaving you to teeter on the edge, before he gave one last deep thrust, always bottoming out inside you. Right into the little spongy space at the back that brought you crashing over the edge. Every. Single. Time. 

The memories had you moving your fingers faster than before, each stroke bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You wished it was him inside you right now. That he was the one that was making you feel good instead of your fingers, but you guess you’d have to settle for his scent coming from his sleeping bag.

The one you were currently making a mess inside. 

Your slick trickled down your thighs to the soft white surface under you, creating a small pool of arousal that Satoru was sure to notice. 

What would he do when he found out?

Would he be angry?

Jealous?

Would he put you on a sex ban, or would he fuck you so hard that his cock would be the only thing on your mind. The only thing that you craved even at feeling the smallest hint of arousal.

Without warning, a white hot wave of pleasure crashed over you as a not-so-quiet moan escaped your lips. Your release gushed out between your thighs as your fingers found your clit once more, rubbing sloppy circles to draw it out.

Sweat coated every inch of your skin, the sleeping bag was admitting a heat that was akin to a toaster oven. Probably just a reaction to the spike in your own heat, but you were too worn out now to make any move to leave. 

So you stay there panting, basking in the afterglow, when a pesky thought lingers in your mind.

Normally you can tell when you’re about to climax, but this time it caught you completely off guard. It couldn’t be because you were thinking of him was it? No. No, it couldn’t be.

Just because you were thinking about him inside you at the same moment you came didn’t mean a thing.

The very thought was stupid, actually.

You didn’t even like him like that, you just had a deal with him because you both found each other attractive and didn’t want a relationship.

That was all!

Did that stop him from behaving like your jealous boyfriend whenever another guy talked to you?

…Well, no. 

He would snake his arm around your waist, death glaring whatever poor soul was brave enough to come up to you, until they lost their courage under Satoru’s icy stare and walked off.

Then when you two were alone you shot him a death glare of your own, but he just returned a proud grin to you. Like a dog wagging its tail waiting to be praised by its owner after doing a trick. And when you didn’t he pouted for a moment before switching back to that stupid grin. 

Leaning down to pepper kisses up your neck and nibble on your ear, "listen, I know we’re not a ‘thing’ but that doesn’t mean I want any competition.” 

You tried to hide the shutter that trailed down your spine when his lips brushed the shell of your ear, but he felt it. He always did.

Your breathing started to even out as you came down from your high. All the tension in your body from earlier had melted away, making your eyelids grow heavy. 

Just before you drifted off, you could’ve sworn you felt the sleeping bag shrink—or tighten?—around you. It didn’t hurt but it was snug, probably just another fancy feature that made sure you stayed put in your sleep, like if you were a sleepwalker. 

You weren’t, but it felt kind of nice, like it was hugging you or something. It wasn’t long after that when you drifted off, all warm and cozy in Satoru’s sleeping bag.

The next morning you woke up to the sweet sound of the birds singing outside. Eyes fluttering open to the warm glow of your tent that happened after sunrise. 

You shifted to stretch out your sleepy limbs but you couldn’t, looking down you see big muscular arms wrapping around you that showed no sign of letting go anytime soon. Holding you firm, your back pressed against a warm and muscular chest.

A chest that you had a hard time forgetting, having felt it up so many times before.

Twisting your neck back to confirm your suspicions, you see an all-too-familiar head of white fluffy hair, all messy and dishevelled from sleep.

His even breaths fanned against the back of your neck through light snores, making something warm bloom in your chest. 

He probably had enough of running around, or whatever he was doing during the days he wasn’t here, and somehow snuggled up next to you without waking you up.

You’ve thought about the ear full you’d give him when he got back, but right now all you can think about is how comfy you are with his arms around you and his—wait.

You wriggled a little to feel that—yes—he, too, was naked. You didn’t know why you felt so surprised at this information, of course he was, you took all of his clothes back at the spring,

Okay, fine, but that didn’t explain why the tip of his cock was currently kissing your cervix.

Did he think your little gift for him was an invitation?

Not that you really minded, you had a sort of free use style arrangement with him, so waking up being stuffed full of him was nothing new.

In fact, you liked the way he filled you up, feeling him all warm and soft inside you as he slept. Your bare legs tangled together with his, holding you close enough that you could feel the faint beats of his heart against your back.

After a while of laying there you got the ich to move, to roll your hips, arch your back, anything to get some more stimulation, but you didn’t want to wake Satoru up. Not yet. You had no clue what the past few days looked like for him but the mere fact that you woke up before him was telling. 

On a normal day he was up hours before you, so it was weird being the one to wake up first.

He must be exhausted.

You also noticed he went through the trouble of removing his sleeping bag so the two of you could fit in yours.

How the hell he did all of that without waking you up is a mystery. He clearly wanted to be close to you, regardless. The thought made your lips curl up into a soft smile. 

Satoru was no stranger to expressing his emotions, normally it was through actions or indirect communication, but here everything he did told you the same thing.

He missed you just as much as you missed him.

You were just glad he was back and safe, even if the idiot abandoned you for a few days.

It was comforting though, lying there with him, but after a while you got antsy. Who wouldn’t in your current position. After some thought you came to the conclusion that Satoru deserved one last gift. Something that told him just how much you’d missed his presence.

So you contracted your muscles as tight as you could, squeezing him. Giving his cock a nice firm welcome back hug.

The motion made a small squelch from the juices that coated your insides, and you could feel the way that his cock twitched desperately inside you. 

A small grunt came from Satoru, but when you looked back he was still asleep.

A fact that irked you.

Here you were ready—for him, no less—and he couldn’t give you the basic courtesy of waking up to take care of you and your poor neglected pussy.

You clenched again.

Harder.

Really clamping down on him with your squelchy walls, silently begging him to wake up already, but all you got in return was another series of twitches and an airy sound that was halfway between a sigh and a moan.

An irritated exhale left your nostrils as you felt Satoru leak precum inside you, already hard from the momentary pressure. If anything, all you did was immerse him further into the wet dream he was no doubt in the middle of having.

It was clear you’d have to be more liberal with your movement if you wanted him to wake up.

So, with what little room your sleeping bag allowed, you rolled your hips back into him, arching your back so you could feel him slide deeper inside. You could feel your walls flutter around him as you continue the languid motion, feeling him hit the spongy spot at the back. 

The pressure of him instantly pushed you over the edge, your release soaking his already wet cock as you let out a moan. You worked your hips through it, pace slowing as you came down.

Satoru started to stir behind you, breathing soft whines into your skin that turned into sleepy kisses that travelled down your neck to your shoulder. His arms held you tighter as he met your hips with his own, grunting softly as he made lazy thrusts that grew deeper after each stroke. 

His finger found your overly sensitive clit, rubbing small circles as he quickened his pace. Thrusting into you as he let out moan after moan behind you, leaving small bites on your neck that kept him grounded. 

You barely noticed when his hips became sloppy, too wrapped up in the pressure building in your stomach, again.

Breathless within a matter of moments thanks to his finger swirling around your clit, your walls clenching him for a final time before releasing. Your legs trembled at the shockwave of pleasure that rushed through your body, your lips parting to let out a moan that you hoped didn’t reach the neighbouring tent.

Not that it mattered. Satoru came immediately after you and he let out an even louder moan, stuffing you full with his cum, keeping his cock inside so none of it leaked out.

“Good morning,” you panted, still trying to recover the air that he pounded out of you. He didn’t respond, just wrapped his body around you even more, if that were even possible, nuzzling the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent.

“Mmh, missed you,” he sighed. Content.

“Missed me?!” you snapped, “you were the one who went wandering off, asshole.”

If you could fold your arms you would, but Satoru’s firm grip made that nigh impossible.

“M’sorry, didn’t mean to make you wait,” he mumbled against your bare skin, sealing the groggy apology with a gentle kiss. 

“Yeah, well, you did and I’m upset with you,” you stated, hating how quickly your resolve melted more and more after each kiss he continued to place upon your shoulder.

“Well I’m upset you got off without me,” he whined, nipping at your skin in between kisses, “you know how I feel about that, baby.”

“That’s not fair,” you retorted, sounding almost petulant, “you were gone for three days, what else was I supposed to do?”

“Wait for me,” he responded plainly, like actually doing it was just as easy as it sounded. 

He clearly sensed your irritation because he accompanied the statement by lightly tracing patterns against your skin. Something he knew calmed you down, and unfortunately for you, it was working. Still, you couldn’t forgive him just yet for what he put you through.

“Heh, yeah right,” you said with a hollow laugh. He says that like he would do the same. 

“I tried making it up to you,” he insisted, pulling an arm away to prop himself up on his elbow to look at you. You rolled onto your back to shoot an incredulous glare up at him.

“Literally when?” you countered, purposefully furrowing your eyebrows to appear more worked up than you were. The sight of the line on your forehead caused Gojo to stick out his bottom lip in a pout, like he expected you to know something, when you were clearly missing a piece of the puzzle.

“Last night,” he started, still looking like a kicked puppy with those big blue eyes gazing down at you, “you slept in me—my—in my sleeping bag, so I thought you’d like it if I slept inside you…in your…sleeping bag…”

His backwards logic left you utterly speechless, you had to actually refrain from facepalming, not only from the pathetic excuse of an apology but also from the fact that his need to be close made your cheeks flush. 

“You’ll have to do better than that,” you scoffed, but there was no real bite behind it. Your dilated pupils and heated cheeks made that painfully clear to Satoru, who giggled through a smirk.

“Oh? Alright, I promise to make it up to you,” he replied smoothly, that characteristic lilt present in his voice as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll stay by your side for the rest of the trip. After all, we do have to make up for lost time.”