#straows writes

For once in his life, Gojo Satoru is spent. Thoroughly, completely. Belly full, warm and freshly bathed, exhausted and beat up to hell and back from back to back missions, and balls THOROUGHLY empty.

He’s got his arms around you, chest pressed against your back, legs intertwined with yours. All warm and content as he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like your his last breath.

Almost falling asleep, until he feels something. It was barely a movement, but he could feel the way your cunt just barely throbbed against his thigh. The way your ass backed up against him just slightly.

Nah. Probably an accident. No way you could still be horny after he fucked you so long he was shooting blanks.

Right?

WRONG.

it happened again. And again. And again. At this point, you were grinding down on his thigh, assuming he was asleep.

He’d been going off and on missions for so long… and marathon sex wasn’t enough for your puss, no, you needed more.

You knew he was tired, hence why you’re just grinding on his leg. Biting down on your knuckle as you slowly work yourself up and down on his thigh, and at the same time working up an orgasm.

“…no way you’re still horny.” Gojo mumbled. Baffled, shocked, awestruck, surprised, and also now horny. “You little fucking freak.”

You could only whine, “I’m sorry! You’re just gone a lot and I need it…” you tried to reach back to pull his dick out but he was immediately shifting your positions.

With you now underneath him, hands pinned above your head with one of his hands, you just blinked up at him. “What? You don’t want to?”

Gojo could only laugh, brows furrowed and a little pissed off. Because what do you mean you’re still horny? Did he not fuck you good enough? “Sweets, hate to say it but you’ve put my dick out of commission for a while.” There was a little sneer to his words. His ego taking a big blow.

She can still think straight. Have I lost my sex god title? Am I not good at fucking anymore? No. No no.

“You wanna cum so bad? Fine.” He said it like it was a challenge, like YOU challenged him. He was going to make you cum. No. He’d make you squirt, over and over and over again.

He was gonna prove a point. His point. His point that was in fact the self proclaimed sex god of the world and you not being absolutely wrecked post marathon sex was just a fluke.

He was already moving down your body, tearing off the flimsy, now soaked through panties you were and roughly pulling up your thighs so they were on either side of his shoulders.

You blinked down at him. He reminded you of a toddler that was told he was too short to ride a ride.

Lowering his head, mouth almost on your pussy, he froze. He heard a snicker. A laugh. A giggle, chortle, chuckle, whatever. Looking up, his brows furrowed completely. He was once again, shocked. “Are you laughing? At ME?”

You had to cover your mouth and look away, “no, no. Just uh, thought of something funny. That’s all.” You tried to shrug and move on, but one look at that pissed off, pouty face of his had you bursting out into giggles.

The man was offended. He had been slighted. By HIS girl. “Oh okay, I see how you wanna play it. Okay sweets, you asked for it.” The grin on his face was downright malicious. It was feral, it was the kind of grin that told you one thing: YOU’RE FUCKED!

Bonus: "'s'too much! s'toruuuu!" You were squirming all over the place, thighs confused on whether to clench down around his head or try to run. Your stomach muscles kept clenching and every time you tightened around his tongue it made the sensations all the more sensational. "No, don't think I will. You want more, I'm giving it to you. I'll give it to you 'til my face falls off or you forget anything but my name." He grinned, tongue moving from assaulting your cunt to instead brutally sucking on your clit, causing you to squeal.

There are many things Gojo loves about, but there’s one certain thing that’ll bring him to his knees.

Your eyes.

Gojo is so weak for you, but he is just useless against the power your eyes have over him. In so many different contexts.

When you’re both in bed, it’s raining and you finally manage to force yourself awake. You yawn, stretch, muscles tensing before relaxing back into the mattress.

“Morning pretty,” Gojo smiles softly, utterly smitten and thankful he had this morning to sleep in for once.

“Mornin’,” you mumbled blinking up at him, eyes all soft and round and blank as your mind slowly catches up with consciousness.

It has his heart thumping and his smile getting so big it hurts. He can only sigh and bury his face in your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist.

But then there’s also when you’re both in his car, it’s late and you’d just got done debriefing a mission. You’re tired, bruised, and he’s just tired. That damn infinity.

The cars stopped at a red light, and there’s no other vehicle in sight. Magically, your eyeliner stayed in tack, keeping your eyes sharp and stunning.

And oh the way you were looking, one eye to the other, just to briefly fall to his lips? He was already hard.

Swallowing thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched your lips pull into a knowing grin. Watching him watch you, very clearly happy that he’s still a mess for you.

“What’s wrong with y-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, because his hand was wrapping around your delicate throat and his lips were slamming against yours. Utterly needy and starved.

The seats went back, windows fogged and the car got to shaking.

Which made it even more embarrassing when a cop knocked on the window.

But there were other times when your eyes had Gojo in a chokehold.

Like when he took you to see the movie A Dog’s Purpose and you sobbed the entire movie.

It was when you both had began dating, and all he could do was panic when you started to sniffle and cover your face, shoulders shaking and all.

“Shit- um, what’s wrong? What can I do?” He was whispering, thanking everything above that they got a seat in the back row, only another couple in the theatre that was sat in the front.

“Ohmygod— that poor baby,” you cried, bottom lip quivering as you pulled your hands away and turned from the big screen to Gojo.

Gojo swears to this day that he stopped breathing. Your eyes, glassy, tears running down your cheeks and that adorable shake to your lip had him taking deep breaths.

Brows furrowing, he just lifted the arm rests between you and pulled you into his side. “It’s okay pretty girl,” pressing a kiss to your cheek, he could only smile, “just a movie.”

Your eyes were gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as when you got married. He was standing at the alter, watching you walk towards him. And dear god that man was crying. Ugly crying. If that was even possible for him.

Suguru giving him that side eye, but a happy smile still on his lips. Shoko laughing at him, and Yuji clapping way too early.

Standing in front of him, he lifted that veil and he had to swiftly suck back up the snot that threatened to come out.

“Oh god…”

“Baby! Stop crying, people are gonna think I’m forcing you to marry me.” You laughed quietly, and Gojo could only laugh with you, wiping his eyes as you went through the ceremony.

“And Gojo Satoru, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“…” he couldn’t say anything for a moment, because fuck, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

The sunset shined on you, he swears by everything the clouds parted for you. Eyes practically glowing. So loving, and utterly focused on him. He couldn’t look away.

To others, people who didn’t know him, thought that he was second guessing everything.

But those who did know him? They knew he was just taking it all in. Taking it all in too damn slow because Suguru was kicking him in the back of the leg and coughing.

“I do!” The man practically screamed it.

Even when you had your little girl..

The delivery had taken hours upon hours, Gojo had left several times to get a go bag.

It was a struggle to get the baby out. Complications started to pop up, and more doctors started to pour in.

When Gojo got back, he immediately dropped everything and ran to your side. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?!” He’d demand. This isn’t the smooth birth he was told would happen.

“Push, push, push! Come on, so close!” The nurse was encouraging you, but the doctors were prepping several different things. Something was wrong.

Especially when you finally pushed the baby out, you couldn’t move. Your eyes weakly watched as they swaddled your daughter.

Gojo didn’t even look at the baby, his hands instead cradled your face, “baby? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with my wife?!” He was shouting now, a proper mess as the doctors rushed the baby out and started to fuss over you.

A nurse had to push Gojo out of the room, “Sir you have to calm down, there are complications with the mother, we will let you know what’s going as soon as we can!” She tried to keep him out of the room, but he watched through the windows.

“Daddy, do I have pretty eyes?” Your daughter looked up at her father. She had his white hair, but she had your looks. She looked just like you.

His eyes lacked that liveliness they used to, wrinkled more around the edges, and just something missing.

“You have your mother’s eyes, sweetheart.” He had to look away and take a deep breath. Every time he looked at your daughter, he saw you. He saw you in every little thing she did and it killed him a little more each time. She looked like you, acted like you, and oh, he missed you.

“I wish I got to meet her. What happened?” The little girl looked up from the gravestone in front of her, hand in her father’s as she looked up at him.

Gojo swallowed thickly, eyes growing glassy as he handed the little girl a bouquet of your favorite flowers to set on the grave. “She turned into an angel, and brought me you before having to leave. But we’ll see her again. You’ll get to meet her, and she’ll love you. Just like I do.”

She smiled up at him, eyes shining bright and so full of life.

And Gojo smiled down at her, before crouching down to her level and moving her hair out of her eyes. “You have the prettiest eyes in the whole wide world, and if anyone says otherwise, just shake your head.”

“Okay daddy!” She smiled, before looking back at the car, “can we go get ice cream?”