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゛★ nsfwtwt ! satoru gojo makes you finish through text.

oneshot .ᐟ ⋆ mutual!gojo ⋆ modern au ⋆ sexting ⋆ nudes ⋆ phone sex ⋆ mutual masturbation ⋆ nsfw 18+ ⋆ more of #nsfwtwt gojo here! art by zeilorene

You were scrolling through Twitter late at night like always. You had just posted a fresh set of pics in that sheer black lingerie that always got the most likes. The replies were pouring in, but you had no clue some random hot as hell guy had just fallen down the rabbit hole of your shameless little page.

Gojo Satoru was kicking back in his fancy apartment, lights already dimmed, ready to crash after a long day of whatever bullshit kept his schedule packed. He was mindlessly doom-scrolling when your video popped up on his feed—a short clip of you arching your back, hands sliding down your body, moaning softly as you teased yourself over your panties. The caption was pure filth—something about needing a guy who could actually handle you. I could definitely do that, he thought.

“Damn,” he muttered, sitting up straighter. Fully invested now. One look at your profile and he was hooked. Pics of your tits barely contained, ass shots that made his cock jump, longer videos where you rode a dildo and whimpered like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. You grabbed him by the balls. Literally. Gojo grinned that cocky, lazy grin of his. “Jackpot. Hit the damn lottery tonight.”

He didn’t even hesitate. Sweatpants shoved down, his thick cock already hard and heavy in his hand. He wrapped his fist around it and started stroking, eyes glued to your video. The way you moved, all confident and needy at the same time? It did something stupid to him. Made him want to jerk his shit till he was a mess. His hips jerked up into his hand, thumb swiping over the leaking tip as he replayed the audio of your breathy moans.

“Fuck, yeah… just like that, pretty girl,” he groaned, biting back louder sounds at first. But the more he watched—scrolling through your pics, zooming in on the way your thighs looked spread open—the less he cared about staying quiet. Curses and whimpers slipped out. “Shit, you’re gonna kill me. Look at that perfect cunt.”

He stroked himself raw, fast and hard and embarrassingly desperate, free hand gripping his phone so tight his knuckles practically went white. When you moaned louder in one of the clips, he lost it. Thick ropes of cum shot everywhere—across his abs, splattering his chest, dripping down over his knuckles and onto the sheets. It was an absolute mess, obscene even for him and he did this shit for a living. Gojo laughed breathlessly, chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling. “What the hell… never cum that hard from a random account.”

He was wiping himself down half-heartedly when the notification lit up his screen. @lacedinblack followed you back.

Gojo’s spent cock twitched hard, already interested again. “Oh? That fast? Greedy girl.” Hand sweaty, he clicked back into your videos and went for round two like he hadn’t just blown his load. Hand pumping fast, hips bucking, he moaned under his breath—your name, real or fake, didn’t matter. “Fuck, i gotta make you mine on here.”

The next morning, he saw your tweet about how much you’re a sucker for a guy’s abs and biceps. Perfect opening. Gojo snapped a fresh mirror pic in his bathroom—shirt rucked up, those insane abs and flexed biceps on full display, sweatpants hanging dangerously low. He sent it straight to your DMs.

➀ Photo

@toruafterhours: these are for you ;)

You replied pretty quick, and the chat took off. At first it was flirty and teasing.

@lacedinblack: jesus, those abs are unfair. you real or ai generated?

@toruafterhours: all real, princess. wanna feel them? gotta say, your page has had me fucked up since last night.

He was a little hesitant at first, not wanting to come on too strong or send something wild too soon. But then you sent him a nude—an unbelievably sexy and evil close-up of your tits, nipples hard, hand dipping between your thighs. Gojo’s cock hardened instantly.

“Alright then, gloves are off,” he muttered with a smirk.

Suddenly you were getting everything. A video of him fisting his cock, the wet strokes loud and clear, his deep voice moaning, “See what you do to me? Fuck, I wanna bury myself in you.” Pics of his cum covered abs right after he finished. Voice notes telling you exactly how he’d eat you out until you cried.

The texting didn’t stop there. Gojo found himself hitting you up way more than planned. Yeah, the sex stuff was insane, but he started asking other questions too—how your day was going, what you did besides posting, your favorite stupid brainrot memes. There was a whole person behind those pics, and the cockiest guy on the app was actually interested. He knew it was risky getting attached to some random mutual on Twitter, but he didn’t care. You were fun.

That night, things escalated fast.

You were in bed, already worked up from the day’s messages, when his texts started flooding in.

@toruafterhours: you touching yourself thinking about me yet? don’t lie

@lacedinblack: maybe. wanna see ?

@toruafterhours: is that even a question?

You sent back a teasing pic of your hand between your legs. Gojo immediately replied with a new video—slow strokes, his abs flexing with every thrust into his fist.

@toruafterhours: good girl. spread those pretty legs wider. i want you dripping for me

The sexting got filthy—as sexting usually did. He guided you through every little thing, trying to stay cocky and playful even while his voice in the voice notes sounded wrecked.

@toruafterhours: ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||||||။၊|• 0:10

transcription : circle your clit slow. I want you imagining it’s my tongue. you’d like that wouldn’t you, pretty girl?

You moaned softly, following his instructions, fingers sliding through your slick folds. He sent another nude—his hand gripping the base of his thick cock, veins standing out, tip shiny with precum.

➀ Photo

@toruafterhours : ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:17

transcription : fuck, look how hard you got me again. slip two fingers in, pretty. curl ‘em up and hit that spot. bet you’re clenching so tight right now

He kept it going, mixing praise with that signature arrogance of his. “You’re doing so good for me. Most girls can’t keep up. You’re doing so well princess. Faster now—rub that clit while you finger yourself. I wanna know how you sound when you’re cumming for me.”

Your thighs were shaking, breath coming in short gasps. His next voice note was low and rough. “C’mon, cum for me. Let me hear it—moaning my name like a needy little thing. I’d fuck you so good, have you seeing stars.”

That pushed you over. You came hard, back arching off the bed, a broken moan of “Satoru—” slipping out as your pussy pulsed around your fingers. The afterglow pic you sent him—flushed cheeks, glistening hand—made him groan loud enough for his neighbors to probably hear.

@toruafterhours: fuck yes, that’s my girl. look at that pretty mess. i’m so close just from watching you

➀ Video

He sent one more video, stroking fast until he spilled all over his hand and abs again, moaning your name like it belonged to him.

After you both came down, the chat stayed open. Gojo switched from filthy to soft without missing a beat.

@toruafterhours: you good? that was fucking hot.

@toruafterhours: tell me about your day for real this time. i got time

You ended up talking for hours, the sexual tension still simmering underneath casual conversation. Gojo Satoru had started the night just jerking off to a random account and ended it hooked on you—your body, your moans, everything.

— — —

The clock on your phone read exactly 2:13 AM when it started buzzing on your nightstand. You were half asleep, scrolling mindlessly through replies on your most recent post, when Satoru’s handle lit up the screen. Not some message this time—a straight-up call. Your stomach did a little flip. Well, no—it was a huge one. You’d been texting nonstop for days, trading nudes and horny voice notes, but actually calling him? That was new territory. New and hot and sexy and nerve-wracking,

You answered on the fourth ring, your voice still raspy from sleep. “Satoru? It’s the middle of the night, you know that, right?”

On the other end, he let out a low, tired chuckle that sent heat straight between your legs almost instantly. His voice was hoarse, sleepy, like he’d been lying in the dark stroking himself for a while already. “Yeah, yeah, I know, baby. Couldn’t sleep. Been thinking about you and that last video you sent… fuck, your voice gets me so hot. Help me cum, pretty? I’ll send you anything you want—more pics, another video, cash, whatever. I promise.”

You bit your lip, already smiling despite the late hour. Classic Satoru—cocky even when he was desperate. The nicknames made heat pool low in your stomach and your fingers were already inching towards your cunt. “You’re such a needy brat. Woke me up just to jerk off to my voice?”

“Brat? Me?” He laughed again, but it melted into a soft groan. You could hear the faint, rhythmic sound of skin on skin in the background. That little shit wasn’t even trying to hide it. “Maybe I am when it comes to you. C’mon, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

You shifted under your sheets, voice dropping lower. “Just an oversized tee. Lace panties. The same ones on the post you just liked. Been thinking about your body all day—those abs.”

“Shit—” His breath hitched, the wet stroking sounds getting louder, faster. “Yeah? You like ‘em? Imagine dragging your tongue over them while I’ve got my hand in your hair. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts. Been edging for like twenty minutes wondering if I should call you up or not. Glad I did.”

Satoru moaned your name—low and wrecked, the same way he did in those voice messages that always left you soaked. You could picture him sprawled out on his expensive bed, white hair messy, those ridiculous muscles tensing as he fucked his fist. “Keep talking,” he begged, all that usual arrogance fading into something needier. “Tell me how you’d ride me. Tell me how bad you want my cock, princess.”

You gave it to him, describing every filthy detail—how you’d clench around him, how wet you’d get just from his body, how you’d make him moan louder than he ever did on camera. All for you. Satoru’s responses turned into whimpers and curses, the slick sounds of his hand moving frantic now.

“God, yes—your voice is perfect. Keep going, please—fuck, I’m close already.” He panted hard, moaning your name again like it was the only word he knew. “Gonna cum so much for you… shit, baby—”

He came with a broken groan, dragging it out so you heard every pulse, every wet spurt. It went on longer than you expected, his breath shaky afterward as he rode it out. You followed right after, moans spilling from your lips as you gasped and panted his name. The sound made his cock twitch—spurting even more cum until there was just heavy breathing between you two.

But he didn’t hang up.

Instead, Satoru let out a soft, satisfied sigh. “Fuck…that was really fucking good. Stay on the line?”

You laughed quietly, rolling onto your side with the phone pressed to your ear. “Yeah, okay. You owe me for keeping me up, though.”

“Anything you want,” he said, voice still hoarse but lighter now, that playful edge creeping back in. “I’ll Venmo you for your services or whatever.”

The conversation flowed surprisingly easy after that. He asked about the random stuff you liked—your favorite late-night snacks, that one tweet you posted last week that made him laugh out loud, how you got into posting in the first place. You teased him about being a secretly soft guy under all the thirst traps and cocky messages. He fired back with dumb jokes, his sleepy laugh making your chest feel warm in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with the earlier heat.

Hours slipped by. The sky outside started lightening, birds chirping faintly. He yawned mid-sentence about some modeling gig he had later, but still didn’t end the call.

“Guess I should let you sleep,” he mumbled eventually, sounding genuinely reluctant. “But… same time tomorrow night? Or whenever. I like talking to you.”

You smiled into your pillow, trying not to blush like some lovesick idiot. You had to remind yourself this is most likely temporary. “Yeah, I like talking to you too.”

“G’Night, pretty girl. Or morning. Whichever one.”

“Night, handsome.”

He chuckled softly before the line finally went quiet.

You let out a long and drawn out sigh into your pillow, followed by a yawn as you fell asleep with your phone still hot in your hand, already wondering what kind of trouble this guy was going to get you into next. Satoru, on his end, passed out with a stupid grin on his face and your voice replaying in his head.

゛★ nerd ! satoru gojo is a very distracting tutor.

drabble .ᐟ ⋆ 600 words ⋆ uni au ⋆ bimbo!reader ⋆ tutor!gojo ⋆ gojo is unfairly pretty ⋆ math geek!gojo ⋆ fluff ⋆ art by yinartss

you’d like to think you’re a patient person.

you’ve sat through three hours of satoru explaining differential equations like they’re just the most fascinating thing in the world, and you haven’t even complained once. not out loud, anyway.

in your head, though? you’re losing it.

not because you don’t get it—okay, yeah, you definitely don’t get it—but mostly because he’s sitting on your dorm room floor, back against your bed, tie loosened and glasses slightly askew, and he keeps doing this thing where he pushes his hair out of his face and his fingers get tangled in the white strands and you just about forget how to breathe.

it’s so unfair.

like, deadass, what kind of nerd looks like that? button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows because he was “getting too warm” twenty minutes ago, pen tucked behind his ear like he’s some kind of hot librarian fantasy. and the glasses. god, the glasses. they’re not even prescription—he wears them for look, he told you once, all smug and hot and grinning—and they make him look so stupidly pretty that you almost want to throw your textbook at him.

“so then you take the derivative of both sides,” he’s saying, scribbling something in your notebook with way too much enthusiasm for math. “and that’s when it gets fun, because—”

you’re not listening. you haven’t been listening for at least ten minutes. your chin is resting on your palm, elbow propped on your knee, and you’re just… watching him. the way his mouth moves when he talks, the little furrow between his brows when he’s concentrating, the way his hand gestures wildly in the air when he’s explaining something he finds exciting. god, it’s so adorable. he’s so passionate and smart and hot and it makes you want to pounce on him until you’re both in a tangle of limbs. you had to stop yourself from letting your thoughts stray too far into forbidden territory.

it’s honestly embarrassing how down bad you are. but then again, just look at him. who could blame you?

“—and that’s why the integral’s zero,” he finishes, looking up at you with that expectant, sparkly-eyed expression that makes your stomach flip.

you blink. “cool.”

he tilts his head, blinks at you, and his glasses slide down his nose just a little. you want to push them back up. you want to do a lot of things, actually, and none of them involve calculus.

“cool?” he repeats, one eyebrow arching. “that’s all i get? i just solved that in, like, four different ways for you.”

“and i appreciate it,” you say, nodding solemnly. “very cool of you, satoru.”

he stares at you for a second, and then his lips curve into that slow, knowing grin that makes you feel like he can see right through you. which, knowing him, he probably—definitely can.

“you weren’t listening at all, were you?”

“i was!” you lie, way too quickly. “i heard every word. derivatives. integrals. math stuff.”

“math stuff,” he echoes, deadpan. “wow. you really got the gist of it.”

you shrug, trying to play it cool, but he’s still looking at you with those stupidly pretty blue eyes, and you can feel your resolve crumbling. would it be so bad if you pulled him by that stupid tie and kisses him? would it really be that bad?

“okay, fine,” you admit, leaning back against the side of your bed with a dramatic sigh. “i got distracted. sue me.”

“distracted by what?” he asks, and there’s that teasing lilt in his voice again, the one that means he already knows the answer and just wants to hear you say it. that bastard. that pretty blue eyed gorgeous bastard.

he’s torturing you. he’s torturing you and he loves it because he’s evil.

you roll your eyes, but you can feel the heat creeping up your neck. “you know what.”

“i don’t,” he says, all faux innocence. “enlighten me.”

you sit up just enough to glare at him, but it’s hard to be mad when he’s looking at you like that—all smiley and sweet, like he’s genuinely enjoying every second of your suffering.

“you,” you say flatly. “i was distracted by you. happy?”

his grin widens, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “very.”

“you’re so annoying.”

“and yet you asked me to tutor you,” he points out, reaching out to tap your nose with his pen. “in your dorm. after hours. alone.”

“that’s—” you start, but he cuts you off with a laugh, bright and warm and way too endearing for someone who’s actively bullying you right now.

“relax, idiot,” he says, and the nickname makes your heart do something stupid. “i’m just messing with you. mostly.”

he sets the pen down and adjusts his glasses, and for a second, he almost looks shy. it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that same cocky smirk, but you caught it. you definitely caught it.

“so,” he says, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head like he owns the place. “you wanna actually learn this, or you wanna keep staring at me like i’m some piece of meat you’re starving for?”

you grab a pillow and toss it at his face.

he catches it, of course, because he’s annoyingly good at everything, and he’s laughing so hard his glasses fog up a little.

“i’ll take that as a yes to the second one,” he says, and you hate how much you love the sound of his laugh.

“shut up and teach me math, gojo.”

“yes, ma’am,” he says, and he’s still grinning, and you’re still staring. because satoru gojo was just that pretty. and you were just that head over heels.

呪術廻戦 ゛★ satoru gojo’s mii won’t fall in love with yours.

fem!reader :: fluff :: tomodachi life :: crack fic .

satoru is sprawled across his ridiculous king-sized bed like a stupid smug cat, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily scrolling on his phone. you’re cross-legged beside him, switch propped on your knees, tongue poking out in concentration as you mash buttons like your life depends on it.

“c’mon, you stupid white-haired bastard,” you mutter at the screen. “look at her. she’s doing the heart eyes. she’s practically throwing herself at you. reciprocate, damn it.”

he glances over, blue eyes twinkling with pure entertainment because apparently this is so funny to him. “talking to my mii again? i’m starting to get jealous. should i be worried you’re paying more attention to pixel me harder than real me?”

you don’t even look up. there’s more busying matters at hand. “pixel you is currently being a denser brick than real you, which is saying something. my mii has been sending him love letters, cooking him gourmet meals, and doing that little spinny dance every time he walks by. and what does he do? high-fives her. high-fives. like she’s his gym buddy.”

satoru snorts, rolling onto his side so he can properly watch the drama unfold. “hey, don’t hate on the high-five. it’s a solid friendship move. maybe your mii’s just too intense. ever think of that? smothering the poor guy with affection.”

“smothering?” you spin the switch toward him so he can see the little pink hearts floating around your mii’s head while his just stands there looking cheerfully oblivious. he’s stupid. he’s so so so stupid. “she’s head over heels. he’s calling her his ‘bestest pal in the whole wide island.’ i’m this close to deleting him and making a new one that actually has working brain cells.”

he gasps, clutching his chest in mock offense. “you wouldn’t dare. that’s my digital twin. we have the same hair. the same eyes. the same devastating good looks. deleting him is basically deleting me.”

“then make him fall in love with me already.” you poke his side with the stylus. “i’ve tried the gift method, the conversation method, the ‘accidentally leave them alone in a room together’ method. nothing. he’s friendzoning her so hard i might just give up and make another you.”

satoru reaches over and steals the switch right out of your hands, holding it up high when you make a grab for it. “maybe he’s just playing hard to get. classic gojo strategy. keep ‘em wanting more.”

“give it back, you dick.” you climb half on top of him, wrestling for the console while he laughs, bright and unbothered, like this is the best entertainment he’s had all week. “i’m serious. if your mii doesn’t propose by next week i’m making him live in the worst apartment on the island and forcing him to work at the food mart forever.”

“cruel. and unusual.” he finally lets you reclaim the switch, but not before tapping a few buttons of his own. “there. i just had him invite your mii to the amusement park. happy?”

you check. sure enough, the two little figures are now standing under the ferris wheel. your mii’s heart meter is practically exploding. his is still sitting at a polite, friendly yellow. what an ugly color.

you groan and flop face-first onto his chest. “i hate him. i hate you by extension.”

satoru’s arms wrap around you, warm and lazy, his chin resting on top of your head. “aww. my poor little island dictator. stuck with two emotionally constipated gojos.” he presses a quick kiss to your hair, voice dropping into that teasing lilt he knows drives you crazy. “don’t worry. real me already fell for you ages ago. and you didn’t even have to lose your mind for it to happen.”

you lift your head just enough to squint at him. “prove it. make your mii fall in love right now or i’m taking the switch to bed and leaving you to your thoughts.”

he grins, wide and shameless. “deal. but only if you admit that even if pixel me never catches feelings, you’re still stuck with the superior version.”

you open your mouth to argue.

he kisses you instead, and the switch slips forgotten somewhere between the pillows.

based on a personal experience 😔 his mii deadass won’t stop friendzoning and bestie zoning me i hate him