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Love is Kinda Blind Master Link (Gojo x Reader fic, ongoing)

Genre: Romantic comedy, satire, fluff, reality tv, hurt/comfort

Synopsis:

Gojo needs a bride so obviously the most appropriate way to find her is through a public dating show.

Y/N needs to pay her bills and wants some clout so obviously the easiest way is for her to join a public dating show.

Of course they both meet.

DISCLAIMER. I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen or any of its associated characters. Don’t sue me, thx!

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Gojo’s the sort to fuck you unconscious and not make you breakfast in the morning. He’d rather have you suck him off while he orders door dash

probably wrong timing since it's almost time for jjk leaks but there was this fic in which gojo and reader were both teachers and they were both having a crush on each other but neither of them was brave enough to confess their feelings, till one time, reader was ranting about wanting to go to the gym and gojo took the opportunity to offer her his home gym to which she agreed then things happened right from there, does anyone know the source to this please? 😭😭 Provide me with the link or any way to access this fic. thanks in advance.

𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: becoming a jujutsu sorcerer was never part of your plans, and neither was falling in love with gojo satoru. genre: angst, not-quite-lovers to exes notes/warnings: spoilers for hidden inventory, introspection, mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, arguments, there's some moral dilemmas but like no more than usual, reader throws up bc of news they receive (non graphic, literally just says "emptied your stomach".) wc: ~4.6k song inspo ♫: so young by portugal. the man

You never planned on becoming a jujutsu sorcerer.

Being a jujutsu sorcerer was something your parents had trained you for, but you always seemed to be more enamored by the thought of living a safe, normal life. In fact, the thought of attending the Tokyo Jujutsu High had never crossed your mind until the day your family sat you down and begged you to consider spending the next four years of your life there. You had reluctantly met with the school's administration, and your family was enthusiastic to find out you had been accepted immediately.

You weren’t as excited. 

Truthfully, you shouldn't have been surprised that you were accepted. You had a powerful cursed technique that guaranteed your spot as a Grade 1 sorcerer as soon as you enrolled into Jujutsu Tech, but the thought of going through with the training made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

As soon as you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, you had immediately asked your teacher, Yaga Masamichi, to meet and discuss your standing. It was in the teacher’s lounge that you came clean to him about not wanting to be a part of the class before politely asking them if there was a behind-the-scenes role you could fill, getting nothing but a surprised look in return. He had stayed silent for a few seconds before pouring you a cup of tea and motioning for you to take a seat on one of the couches.

Yaga wasted no time before he began to explain to you why you had been placed accepted in the first place. In addition to your cursed technique, you hailed from a small, yet respectable family of sorcerers. You would be a great asset to your classmates and the jujutsu world as a whole, especially because you seemed to think rationally even in the heat of danger. You couldn't deny that Yaga's words had given you a sense of purpose.

But no matter what they said, you still couldn’t help but long for a sense of normalcy. 

Yaga was able to sense your unchanging feelings and after a few minutes of contemplation, he made a deal with you. If you agreed to stay and hone your skills for at least a year and still decided you wanted to leave after that, he would let you do so with no complaints. After a few minutes of contemplation on your end, you agreed. 

Falling in love with the boy you sat next to had never been part of the plan, but then again, you supposed that your plan had been thrown out the moment you submitted your application to Jujutsu Tech.

Gojo Satoru was an annoyance to many of his classmates, but not to you. No one knew how, but over the course of a few months, the two of you had managed to break down each other’s walls and become closer than anyone expected. In your presence, Gojo seemed to appear more good-natured, his teasing remarks toned down as he slung an arm around your shoulders. In return, he managed to bring you out of your shell, helping you form solid friendships with Geto and Shoko.

Perhaps it was because the two of you truly understood each other; just two students who were thrust into the jujutsu world, forced to become sorcerers due to the power that flowed through your veins. Or maybe it was because your seemingly apathetic nature helped you get along well with the loud boy. Whatever it was, it made Yaga happy. As long as you remained close with Gojo, he knew that the chances of you dropping out or simply disappearing were slim.

Of course, there were still times when you regretted accepting Yaga’s proposal. Too many bad things had happened over the course of a few months for you to truly appreciate the fact that you were training in order to be able to help people. The incident that had caused your apprehension to grow the most had been one where you had been sent on a solo mission, assigned to take care of a grade 1 curse that had been residing in an abandoned apartment building.

The curse had been mislabeled, and you had found yourself fighting for your life against a special grade. In a moment of panic and desperation, your cursed energy had flared up more than usual, causing devastation to both the curse and the neighborhood surrounding you. It was only then that Gojo and Geto had burst in, having been sent by Yaga as back-up just in case. The curse had been disposed of by then, and Geto had barely managed to approach you just in time to catch your unconscious body.

The image of you, limp in Geto's arms, had remained seared in everyone's minds for months.

It was after that incident that the higher-ups had started to take closer note of you, and you found yourself retreating from your friends in an attempt to make yourself seem unimportant. You spent more time with the underclassmen, hiding away with Nanami and Haibara and listening to their stories about their classes and missions. You found Haibara's energy endearing, and it was always entertaining to watch him interact with the more stoic Nanami. It was only when Gojo started showing up outside your bedroom door that you finally returned to classes, his never-ending stream of questions about your cursed technique and abilities annoying you until you could no longer stand to be in the same room as him.

It was hard to ignore the way your eyes lit up at the sight of Gojo, regardless of how annoyed your expression seemed. It was also hard to ignore the way that Gojo would sneak glances at you over his glasses, breathless laughter leaving his lips whenever you pushed him out of your way. Geto and Shoko would always exchange knowing glances when you'd hang out all together, the two of them often going ignored as Gojo poked and prodded at your cheeks in an attempt to get your attention.

Yaga had also taken it upon himself to start assigning you missions once again. What had originally been a team of made up of you and Geto eventually grew to include Gojo, simply because he followed Yaga around and complained about how bored he was without you around. Geto had given you a look you had chosen to ignore when the two of you overheard Gojo say that.

The three of you turned out to be a dream team, especially once you had spent more time training with your cursed technique instead of ignoring it. The cursed energy you had displayed against the special grade curse was something that had always been at your disposal to use, you had just never concerned yourself with learning about it.

Everything seemed to be working out for you once in your life, especially with Gojo by your side to help motivate your growth.

But it all changed when the three of you met Amanai Riko.

At first, the mission had been a piece of cake.

Amanai Riko wasn't difficult to locate, and the people that were after her hadn't been hard to deal with either. It had been an easy mission, especially considering that the three of you were some of the best that the jujutsu world had to offer.

You had grown to quite like Riko, and your time with her in Okinawa had only helped you come to terms with your role as a sorcerer to a greater extent. For once, you felt like you belonged. You had a clearer purpose, and you were determined to succeed in every aspect of your life if it meant getting to keep living such a rewarding life.

And then Fushiguro Toji struck.

All you remember is seeing Riko get killed right in front of your eyes, your distress and panic immediately being pushed down in favor of facing the new threat. You barely processed the conversation between Geto and Toji, only catching bits and pieces but feeling your heart drop and stomach twist when he declared that Gojo Satoru was dead.

After that, everything was a blur. You remember fighting alongside Geto, the two of you in sync as you tried your best to survive. You could remember choking on your fear, the situation much more severe than facing that special grade curse a couple of months ago. You remember closing your eyes for a brief moment, your lips moving as you said a silent goodbye to Shoko, Haibara, Nanami, and Yaga. You remember watching Geto get struck down, leaving you alone to face Fushiguro Toji.

There was a determined glint in his eyes when he stared at you, and you did your best to push down the bile crawling its way up your throat as you studied him. It was a tense fight, and you had managed to land a solid hit on Toji, catching him by surprise. You used that moment to your advantage, but no matter how hard you tried, you were overwhelmed by his physical strength as he flung you out across the courtyard.

It was then, with him towering over you and ready to deal the final blow as you looked up at him in defiance, that Gojo Satoru reappeared.

There was something different about him as he looked at you, his eyes a little more focused than usual as he turned to face Toji. You had only caught bits and pieces of what he was saying, and you had scrambled to Geto's side in an attempt to reassure yourself that everything would be okay. By the time you had regained your composure and looked behind you, Fushiguro Toji was no more and Gojo was ambling towards you.

That was when you truly realized just how much power Gojo Satoru truly held.

His eyes had been wide and bright, hands trembling with leftover adrenaline from his fight as he knelt down beside you to cup your face in his hands. You could feel the warm blood on his fingers streaking your face as he scanned you from head to toe, his face breaking out into a grin when he realized you were relatively unharmed.

"You and I," he had said, leaning forwards to press his forehead against yours. His stare was intense, and you found yourself shutting your eyes in an attempt to avoid it. "We're gonna live forever. I swear it."

His words rang in your head even as he pulled away, a weak groan from Geto drawing Gojo's attention away from you. You were on autopilot from that moment on, repeating the incident in your head up until you were back at Jujutsu Tech being treated by Shoko.

You fell into a slump after that, wanting nothing more than to leave Jujutsu Tech behind until you bumped into Geto one evening. All it took was one glance at him to realize that he understood you better than anyone, and the two of you spent many a late night sitting in the dark with a cup of tea in hand. There was never much talking done during these times, and occasionally you would find yourself sitting close to him, hands intertwined as the two of you sought out some comfort.

Gojo continued to grow at an incredible rate, and no matter how much you wanted to be by his side and support him, you couldn't forget about the day that Riko died.

So while Gojo flourished, you and Geto withered. You rarely showed up to class, sitting alone in the corner when you did. Gojo joined you whenever he wasn't off on a mission, which meant you spent a lot more time without him than you'd like. You also grew paranoid, refusing to go on missions and spending all your free time either training in hand-to-hand combat or laying in bed. The rest of your time was spent with Geto, and you found yourself admitting to him that you had never wanted to become a sorcerer in the first place but had been asked to stay by Yaga.

You had hit him when he had absentmindedly commented that you had also stayed for Gojo.

Whenever Gojo wasn't on a mission, it was almost certain the two of you would be together, your heart aching as he tried his best to be there for you despite your dull demeanor. You would often find sweets hidden in your sweaters and bag, and you would occasionally get to your room to find a basket of your favorite snacks waiting outside your door. He understood that you needed space, but seeing you so lifeless, with dark circles carved underneath your eyes, just made his concern grow even more. The thing that eventually pushed him to finally confront you was Shoko's incessant nagging.

And Geto's betrayal.

The news came as a mild shock to you.

Geto, the person who had quickly become your closest friend and the only person in the world who truly understood you, had become a curse-user.

It was silent for a minute after Yaga told you the news, and within an instant, you found yourself sprinting to the nearest bathroom before emptying the contents of your stomach. You shut your eyes tightly as you leaned your head against the wall, trying to ignore everything that was happening.

First, Haibara had been killed due to a mission going wrong, leaving Nanami as the only first year at Jujutsu Tech. Now, Geto had gone rogue and left without telling anyone. You felt another wave of nausea wash over you and leaned back over the toilet, flinching when you felt a warm hand rubbing your back. You turned your head to see Gojo kneeling next to you.

Sobs overtook you and you let him cradle you against his chest, feeling his fingers weaving through your hair as he held you close. You remember being silent as you eventually unwound yourself from him, walking over to the sink and brushing your teeth before letting him guide you towards his room. He followed you like a shadow, silent but close as he tried to hide his concerned expression. He took a seat on his bed, leaning back on his palms before glancing at you and patting the spot next to him.

You sat down next to him, closing your eyes as he reached for your trembling hand. It was awful how something so gentle could remind you of Geto, and you found yourself pulling your hand to your chest as you tried to control your breathing.

"I never thought this would happen," Gojo muttered quietly, watching you closely as he let his hand rest next to your thigh. You shook your head as you opened your eyes, giving him a distressed look before kicking off your shoes and bringing your legs up.

"I did," you replied hoarsely, sniffling as Gojo gave you a bewildered look.

"What?"

"We had this conversation after everything that happened with... Fushiguro and Riko," you admitted. The names were whispered, and Gojo found himself realizing just how big of an effect the incident had truly had on you and Geto. "He spoke with Yuki as well."

"Tsukumo? The other special grade?" Gojo asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You nodded in response.

"There was this hypothetical scenario," you began, pausing to collect your thoughts. Gojo couldn't help but notice the way you tensed, and his fingers twitched with the urge to pull you close. "We spoke about how non-sorcerers release cursed energy at a higher rate than everyone else, and how that contributes to the essentially all the problems we have to face as sorcerers. I didn't know where I was going with that theory. Education, maybe, spreading knowledge about cursed energy in an attempt to contain it. But after Geto's conversation with Yuki, he mentioned getting rid of non-sorcerers as the best option in the long run."

You avoided Gojo's gaze, blinking rapidly as you tried to keep your train of thought. You felt Gojo's fingers brush tentatively against yours once more, and you resisted the urge to take his hand in yours.

"The notion was so ridiculous that we never entertained it," you whispered, freezing slightly before continuing. "Or at least, I didn't."

There was a heavy pause as you finally looked up, meeting Gojo's stare with one of your own. He blinked slowly, trying to read all the emotions in your eyes as they flitted past one by one.

"I knew, Gojo," you whispered, your eyes haunted as you reached over to tug at his sleeve. Your actions were frantic, rushed in an attempt to make him try to fully understand you. He gave you a questioning look, and you pressed yourself a bit closer to him as you grabbed a hold of his shoulders. "I knew that Geto wasn't doing well. Hell, neither of us were, but he was coping even worse than I was and I didn't do shit but sit with him and hold his hand and occasionally listen to him vent. I could've done more. I could've stopped him."

"This isn't your fault," Gojo said firmly, reaching up to grab your arms. He pulled them upwards, settling them behind his neck before letting his hands trail down to your waist to pull you closer. You end up half in his lap, face tucked into the crook of his neck as he pressed you into him. He could feel your breath against his neck, and he held you more tightly as he reminded himself that you were still here with him.

"Yes it is," you mumbled, drawing your arms back to your sides. You made no effort to move away from him. "If I wasn't so caught up in my own fucking wallowing, I would've been able to catch it."

Gojo sighed softly before tucking his fingers under your chin, angling your head up to make you look at him. You felt your heart jump up into your throat, and you swallowed harshly as you reminded yourself that this wasn't the time nor the place for you to be getting all moony-eyed over your friend.

"Your feelings are valid too," he said softly, leaning forward to place his forehead against yours. His eyes remain bright and you find yourself reminded of that horrible day and the words he had spoken to you back then: "You and I, we're gonna live forever." You closed your eyes before ducking down to tuck your head against his collarbone, the thumping of his heart calming you down.

"The two of you were dealing with things I can't even begin to imagine," Gojo continues, unaware of the way you tensed up in his arms. His words just helped to remind you of just how much fundamentally better Gojo was at being a jujutsu sorcerer. "I wish you would've come to me."

There was a moment of silence during which you tried to control your racing thoughts. You thought back to Fushiguro Toji, to Haibara, to Riko, to the special grade curse you had fought way back when, and even to the deal you had made about a year ago with Yaga. Life hadn’t been fair, especially not to someone as young as you were. Gojo looked down at you when you finally went limp, and he found himself studying you worriedly before opening his mouth to speak.

"I'm leaving."

Your whisper sounded a lot louder than it was in the silence of your small room. Gojo's hands tightened around you as he processed your words, and you refused to look at him no matter how hard he tried to catch your eye. "What?"

"Look, I never even wanted to be a sorcerer in the first place," you admitted, taking note of Gojo's confused expression out of the corner of your eye. He didn't respond, and you took the opportunity to elaborate further. "I only enrolled because my parents were afraid of letting my cursed technique go to waste, and I only stayed because I struck a deal with Yaga."

"What was the deal?" Gojo asked uncertainly, his heart feeling a lot heavier than it had mere minutes ago.

"That'd I'd train for a year. And that if I still wanted to leave after, I'd be allowed to. No questions asked."

"No," Gojo stated, squaring his jaw as he took a deep breath. "No, no, you can't leave. You have to stay."

There was desperation hidden in his words, his fingers tensing against your skin as he looked at you imploringly.

"No, I don't," you said, your tone equally as firm as his. There was no hesitance or reluctance hidden in your words, and Gojo felt his stomach twist as he choked on his breath. "I don't want to be here anymore. I didn't even want to be here to begin with, Gojo! My life here has been nothing but pain and grief and utter despair and it's only gotten worse! I'm speaking with Yaga first thing tomorrow morning and transferring out."

"You can't," Gojo responded immediately, his words strangled and heavy with desperation. "You can't leave me, or Shoko. There's so much more left to do, are you really going to give up? It's just you and me and—"

"And what?" you snarled, eyes narrowing as you finally met his gaze head on. "We're gonna have a happy life? Grow up, Satoru. Riko's dead, Haibara's dead, Nanami is falling apart, and Geto is gone. There is nothing here for me anymore and honestly, sometimes I wish Fushiguro Toji had just finished it all before you arrived. You think you're the strongest and maybe you are, but you can't save everyone. We can't save everyone, clearly."

You paused briefly, a bitter laugh leaving your lips as you took in Gojo's wide-eyed stare. "The jujutsu world is a joke. And I want no part of it."

"You can't leave," he repeated, taking one last shaky breath.

"Yes. I can."

"You can't leave me," Gojo breathed, his eyes uncharacteristically soft. "I know you're in love with me."

"Well, you're wrong," you said quietly, your words getting caught in your throat as you took a deep, rattling breath. “I didn’t come to Jujutsu Tech to find friends, much less a lover.”

"I'm in love with you too," he declared in a loud voice, leaving no room for skepticism. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, and you found yourself conflicted as you finally heard the words you had wished to hear since the moment you had met Gojo Satoru.

"Frankly, I don't care," you said after a moment of silence, pushing yourself away from him and crawling out of his lap. You took a couple of steps away from him, looking out your window in an attempt to avoid looking at him.

"You're lying," Gojo said confidently, standing up and getting closer to you. You jerked away from him, gasping when you felt his hand reach out and pull you toward him. He wasted no time before reaching up to cup your face, causing you to breathe in sharply as you screwed your eyes shut, all the fight leaving your body as you leaned into him. "I'm going to be by your side no matter what. It's you and I."

"We're gonna live forever?" you asked softly, receiving a nod from him in return.

"Exactly," he said, grinning widely as he studied your face. There was a moment of hesitation before he looked down, fingers tensing against your face. "Can I kiss you?"

There was silence as you opened your eyes to stare at him, hesitance in your eyes as you studied him for a few seconds before giving him a weak nod. He wasted no time before leaning in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. It ended with a soft laugh from you, dissipating into sniffles as tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," Gojo mumbled, wiping your tears away as they fell. "Everything will be fine, I promise. You have me, and Shoko, and Nanami, and we're going to be okay. We'll get through everything together, okay?"

There was another soft nod from you, and Gojo finally let go of your face to intertwine his hand with yours. Within seconds he was pulling you down into his bed alongside him, pulling the covers over the both of you before reaching out to tuck you under his chin. His fingers ran soothingly over your spine, the tension in your body dissipating as your breathing evened out. It was when you were on the verge of passing out that he spoke once more, his voice soft and tender as stroked your hair.

"I'll never leave your side, I swear it."

You closed your eyes.

The early morning sun woke Gojo up, bright rays of light shining directly into his eyes.

He shuffled uncomfortably, realizing that the two of you had fallen asleep in your school uniforms the previous day. He reached out with a groan, eyes shooting open when he realized that he was alone in his bed. He sat up, leaning on his elbows as he glanced around, seeing no sign that you had even been in his room in the first place.

The first pair of shoes he was able to locate were his slippers, and he found himself wandering through the halls of the school as he made his way to your room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Yaga standing outside your door, hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he turned away.

"Satoru," Yaga greeted, turning to face Gojo when he heard his footsteps. "Good morning. What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for—"

His words died down as he looked behind Yaga, being met with an empty room. There was no trace of you having ever been there, and if he hadn't known better, he would've thought that it had always been empty. Gojo swallowed harshly, his throat unnaturally dry as he looked back at Yaga.

"Where is—"

"Gone," Yaga interrupted, shaking his head and scoffing lightly. "They left this morning. I trust you knew about our deal?"

Gojo nodded.

"They said it was time for me to hold up my end of the bargain."

He waved vaguely at your room, stepping aside to give Gojo more space. A loud sigh brought Gojo's attention to Yaga, and he raised an eyebrow as his teacher looked up at the ceiling. "I'm going to go finish their transfer paperwork."

He left Gojo with a nod, hesitating slightly before lowering his head and walking away. It was silent as Gojo walked into your room, eyes taking in the empty walls and naked bed. He perched on the edge of it, his fingers running over the bare mattress as he tried to control his breathing.

"Gojo?"

A quiet call of his name had him looking up to see Shoko, and he found himself holding back tears as she shuffled closer. She was holding out her arm, a white envelope clasped in her hand as she reached out towards him.

"They uh, they left this for you before they, y'know."

Gojo took the envelope from Shoko with trembling hands, his fingers running over the seam of it before he crumpled it in his fist, his emotions getting the best of him as Shoko gave him a concerned look.

You had given Shoko the envelope before leaving. You had seen and said goodbye to Shoko before leaving.

"You know, they really—"

"Don't."

Gojo's voice was hoarse as he interrupted Shoko, and he briefly shut his eyes as he felt them burn with unshed tears.

It was only then, with Shoko giving him a sympathetic stare, that he realized that although he promised to never leave your side, all he had received from you was silence.

reblogs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: gojo lies to shoko in order to win a bet and you're dragged along for the ride. genre: fake-dating, friends to lovers, more slice-of-life than action, attempted humor notes: encounters w/ megumi, nobara, yuuji, and nanami. ummm there's a lunch date, gojo is just a mess, really. wc: ~5.4k song inspo ♫: stream by last dinosaurs

"Is it true?"

You look up from your laptop, glancing at Shoko as she bursts through your door. She composes herself quickly, straightening her lab coat before looking at you expectantly. Your eye twitches as you see Gojo peek his head out behind her, looking at you and desperately nodding his head. You let your gaze drift back to Shoko, who is now standing with her arms crossed as she taps her foot against the ground impatiently.

In a moment of weakness, you glance back at Gojo, huffing lightly before listening to him and nodding.

"Oh my god," Shoko whispers, mild horror on her face as she takes a step back. "Gojo? Really?"

You nod once more, confusion visible on your face as Gojo gives you a thumbs up. Shoko shakes her head, placing both of her palms on your desk before leaning down. You lean back slightly, caught off guard by her sudden proximity.

"Have you hit your head recently?"

"No, I haven't," you reply slowly, pushing your laptop to the side. "I haven't even been on any missions lately. What's this all about?"

Gojo stifles a laugh.

"Interesting," Shoko hums, staring at you for a few more seconds before straightening. She spares a glance at Gojo, eyes narrowing as she studies him. A sigh leaves her lips after a couple of seconds, and she gives you a sympathetic look before heading towards the door. She stops in front of Gojo briefly, tense as she looks up at him and speaks through gritted teeth. "Fine, I believe you. You're the strongest and handsomest jujutsu sorcerer of all time and I will never meet a man that's better than you."

"Thanks, I know," Gojo replies, a huge grin on his face as she scowls. She slips something into his hand, proceeding to flip him off as she finally disappears down the hall. Gojo turns his attention towards you, slipping into your office and shutting the door behind him before taking a seat in the chair in front of your desk.

He's relaxed as he kicks his feet up onto the table, leaning back into the chair and placing his arms behind his head as you frown. You throw a piece of paper at him, glaring at him when he shoots you a betrayed look.

"Get your feet off of my desk," you chastise, letting your gaze drift back to the report in front of you. The click of your keyboard is almost hypnotic as silence falls over the two of you, and Gojo begrudgingly puts his legs down, opting to place one leg over the other. It's not long before you click your tongue, repeating the question you had asked earlier. "So, will you tell me what that was about?"

"What ever do you mean?"

"Gojo," you say sternly, giving him a dry look over the top of your laptop. Your eyes flicker to his hand, still holding on to whatever it was that Shoko had given him. "C'mon, let me see what's in your hand."

You think that there might be a soft blush tinting Gojo's cheeks as he brings his hand forward, slowly unfurling his fingers to reveal a smushed packet of cigarettes. The confusion is clear on your face as you look up to meet what you assume to be his eyes (the blindfold makes it hard to tell, really), and he shyly turns his head away as you wait for an explanation.

"Shoko and I made a bet," Gojo finally says, flipping his hand over to let the cigarette packet fall onto the table. At your unamused look, he continues. "She said that the day I got someone respectable to date me would be the day she stopped smoking, and well..."

Silence ensues as he trails off, vaguely motioning to you as he clamps his mouth shut. Your eyes soften at his words, and you lean forwards to grab the cigarette packet before tossing it into the trash.

"So you told her we were together?" you ask, humming softly as everything begins to make sense. Gojo nods softly, still refusing to look your way. You ignore the way your heart leaps into your throat. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me, Gojo."

There's a pause after your words, and neither one of you quite know how to break the ice that has clearly formed. It isn't until Gojo clears his throat that you spit out the first words that come to mind, eager to keep talking to him even if it's just for a few minutes.

"So what was the reward?"

Your question brings Gojo's attention back to you, and he says nothing as you feel his gaze settle on you.

"For the bet?" you prompt, breaking Gojo out of whatever daze he was in. "What would each of you get if you won?"

"She wanted those stupid, fancy cigarettes from France," Gojo muttered, tilting his head up towards the ceiling in a way that made you wonder if he was rolling his eyes. "And a stupid, fancy dinner at that restaurant she loves so much."

"And I'm assuming you got to hear those very nice words from her in return if you won," you tease, a smile breaking out onto your face as Gojo breathes out a laugh.

"Yeah," he admits, running a hand through his hair before slouching and sinking into his seat. "I never would've gotten her to say that otherwise. Oh! And the cigarettes. I told her that if I won the bet then she needed to hand them over. I don't like that she's been smoking more often these days."

You feel your heart warm at his words, only to sober up when you realize there's a huge flaw in his plans.

"Gojo, wait," you say, eyebrows furrowing as you bite your lower lip in concern. "There's an issue here. We aren't dating."

"Do you want to?"

Gojo's response is instantaneous, and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from reacting to his words. You hum thoughtfully, doing your best to pretend his words don't have a profound impact on you as you throw a pen at him.

"Be serious," you hiss, rolling your eyes when he chuckles at your action. The pen bounces off of him harmlessly, and you scoff as it happens. "Sooner or later, Shoko is gonna realize we aren't really dating and she's gonna demand a lot more than that dinner."

The smile falls off Gojo's face when he realizes your words are true, and he groans as he leans forward, elbows on his knees as he cradles his head in his hands. "You're right. We're screwed!"

"You're screwed," you quip, smiling smugly when he looks up at you, mouth agape in disbelief.

"C'mon! You gotta help me! You're really gonna leave me all alone to face Shoko's wrath?" Gojo's lips are pursed in an exaggerated pout, and you're certain that if he were to remove his blindfold, his eyes would be shining with unshed tears in an attempt to guilt you into helping him.

"Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you. I don't have to do anything."

"Please. I'll do anything you want!"

You hesitate at his words, a smile appearing on his face once again as he realizes you're seriously contemplating listening to him.

"Anything?" you ask quietly.

"Anything." he states confidently.

"Okay then," you say smugly, crossing your arms as you grin. "I want that fancy dinner Shoko wanted."

You realize you've made a mistake when Gojo gasps, proceeding to then hold his hands to his heart as he pretends to swoon. "My, my, are you asking me out on a date?"

"No!" you shriek, taking a deep breath before standing up from your chair and making your way to the door. "You know what, nevermind. I'm gonna go talk to Shoko."

"Wait, wait! No! I was kidding," Gojo pleads, shooting out of his seat as he follows you. His hand slams on the door before you can even open it, and he squeezes in front of you to block your path, his back up against the door as he slides down to rest his head on your shoulder. "I'll take you out to dinner, just don't speak with Shoko! Besides, it'll make this relationship look more authentic if we go on dates!"

"Relationship?" you ask, shock lacing your words as you gently shove Gojo off of your shoulder.

"Yes," Gojo confirms, shaking his head firmly before taking both of your hands in his. "To keep Shoko from finding out I lied, we have to date. We can't let her get suspicious."

When he notices the mildly horrified look on your face, Gojo hastily rephrases his words.

"Or at least fake date! From now on, you're my pseudo-partner!"

Out of all the friends you made during your time at Jujutsu Tech, you had always known Mei Mei and Gojo to be the biggest gossips in existence. Heck, even Geto had been prone to getting carried away by gossip, his dark eyes gleaming with interest as he'd pull you aside to chat.

And yet, Ieiri Shoko was the reason that the entirety of Jujutsu Tech knew about your "relationship" with Gojo.

"So it's true?"

Megumi is the first to corner you after class, an unreadable look on his face as he stares you down. You wonder if playing dumb would work on him.

"Is what true?" you ask, tilting your head to one side questioningly as you gather your materials. The blank look he gives you is answer enough, and you sigh to yourself as you wonder why you thought you could ever deceive Fushiguro Megumi. You shoulders slump as you lean against the wall, giving up on your innocent act and sending him a weak smile before replying. "If we're thinking about the same thing then yes, it is."

There's an almost relieved expression on Megumi's face, his green eyes softening as he nods. The gesture is more to himself than to you. You wonder what he's thinking about.

"Well it's about time!" Nobara yells, bouncing up to Megumi and resting her elbow on his shoulder. The scene before you is almost comical, especially because of their height difference. The trio is completed as Yuuji comes up behind the two of them, his head peeking through the space between Nobara and Megumi as he sends you a bright grin.

"Congrats," Megumi mutters, his eyes narrowing into an instinctive glare when Gojo comes sauntering into the room. There's a wide grin on his face as he comes to a stop next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side. Nobara snickers at your flustered expression, and you think that there might be a faint smile on Megumi's face. "I was surprised to hear that he finally asked you out."

There's a loud laugh immediately after Megumi's words, and the four of you turn to face Gojo as he waves his three students off. "Shouldn't you all be getting to class?"

"Class is over," Megumi replies dully, an eyebrow raising as he studies Gojo.

"What do you mean by that, Megumi?" you ask, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I mean that he's had a cr—"

Megumi's words are cut off as Gojo lunges forward, slapping a hand over the younger boy's mouth and ushering him out the door. "Well, it was nice to see the three of you but you really should get going now. Bye!"

"Wait!" Nobara yells, a wicked grin on her face as she looks back at you. "Did you know that he never shuts up—"

Her words are also cut off as Gojo slams the door, making sure to lock it before turning around to face you. There's an awkward grin on his face, his breaths loud and fast as he tries to recover from the incident that just occurred.

"What was that all about?" you ask, crossing your arms as Gojo comes to stand in front of you.

"What are you talking about?"

You're reminded of the conversation that the two of you had in your office a few days ago, and you simply rub the bridge of your nose before grabbing your bag and heading to the door. "You know what? Forget it, I don't think I want to know. Why are you here?"

"There's no need to be so cold," Gojo says, a pout on his face as he approaches you. There's a mocking smile on your face as you move past him to grab the door knob, and Gojo feels his cheeks heating up as he looks away. You pause after unlocking the door, looking back to observe him before placing your hands on your hips.

"Well? What is it?"

"Nothing, forget it. I can't stand to look at you right now. You're so mean to me," Gojo huffs, crossing his arms as a snort escapes you. He refuses to look even as he hears you approach, and he briefly closes his eyes even though he knows you can't see him do so.

Neither one of you notices when the door slides open.

"Don't be difficult," you chide, leaning to try and catch his attention. He turns his head even more, a smile threatening to pull at his lips as he recognizes just how ridiculous he's being. You shake your head softly, reaching up to cup his cheek and turn his head to face you. Gojo's cheeks turn a soft pink, and he turns his head the other way, hoping that you hadn't noticed. He's stopped by your other hand, and he finds his throat going dry when he realizes that you are cradling his face in your hands.

You've pulled him down slightly, doing your best to get to eye level with him. He can't stop himself from leaning into your palms, feeling your fingers twitch at the sudden pressure before they skim the top of his cheekbones.

"So now that I have your attention again," you start, a softer smile now adorning your lips. Gojo absentmindedly thinks that you always seem to have his attention. "Why did you come to my class? Did you need my help with something?"

"Yeah," Gojo breathes, his arms unfolding and falling limp to his sides. He's closer than he was before, and he wonders who began to lean in first. He hopes it was you. "I was going to ask you if— Yuuji?!"

He straightens up immediately, putting distance between the two of you as he walks toward the door. You flounder for a moment, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath before turning around. Standing in the doorway are your three students, with Megumi being squished in between a smiling Nobara and a bashful Yuuji.

The silence is broken as Gojo takes a step towards the door, towering over the three teenagers as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

"I thought I told you three to leave," Gojo hisses, leaning down to be face level with Megumi. Yuuji shrinks behind him, but Nobara and Megumi remain in their places.

"We were curious." is all Megumi says in response.

"Curious about what?" you ask, coming up next to Gojo and leaning against the doorway. One of your eyebrows is raised, and Yuuji grins before stepping back up to Megumi's side.

"About the two of you!" Yujji says, wiggling his eyebrows as he glances between you and Gojo. His playful expression drops when Megumi elbows him, and a tiny smile remains on his face as leans against him.

"But our curiosity is sated. Or at least, mine is," Nobara adds, a bored look on her face as she turns around. "I seriously doubted that Gojo had asked you out but I guess I was wrong. I'm gonna go find Maki."

The four of you watch as Nobara walks away, and your attention is only torn away when Megumi steps closer to you. He's wearing a conflicted look on his face, and if you didn't know any better, you might've thought he was constipated.

"I'm... happy for you," Megumi finally says, his words sounding strangled as he glances at Gojo. Not even a second passes before Gojo is on Megumi, hugging him and pinching his cheeks as he coos over his words.

"I knew you cared about me, Gumi!" Gojo cries, immediately flinching in pain when Megumi kicks him. Regardless, he refuses to relinquish his hold, and you can't help the way your eyes widen when Megumi attempts to go in and bite Gojo's arm.

"Okay!" you yell, rushing forward and grabbing Gojo's arm. You gently pry his hands off of Megumi's face, and you smile when the green-eyed boy sends you a grateful look. "That's enough terrorizing teenagers for a day, don't you think?"

"Terrorizing?" Gojo gasps, swooning dramatically as he shifts his focus to you. "I have nothing but love and affection for my Gumi. I would never terrorize him."

It's almost comical to see you, Megumi, and Yuuji all turn to face Gojo, disbelieving looks on your faces as you look at the white-haired sorcerer.

"Yeah, okay."

"Whatever," Gojo grumbles, shaking his head before he slides his arm out of your grasp. The physical contact remains, however, when he reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. You vaguely register the way Megumi gapes at the sight, too busy with how warm his hand was to truly be present. "Since you insist I leave Megumi alone, I say we leave. Perhaps get some lunch? That's what I came in to ask you about in the first place anyways."

He doesn't give you the chance to answer before he's pulling you down the hall, remembering to shoot a quick wave over his shoulder at his two remaining students.

"He really likes them, doesn't he?" Yuuji asks, his head tilted to the side as he watches the two of you leave.

"Yeah," Megumi replies, also observing the two of you. He'd never admit it, but Yuuji notices the fond look in his eyes as he looks at you and Gojo. "He really does."

Lunch is an awkward affair. Or at least, it is for you.

Gojo has not stopped staring at you since you sat down, not even when the waitress came by to take your order, and you feel like you're losing your mind as you try to avoid looking his way. A part of you wonders if he's really looking at you, especially considering the fact that his blindfold is still on. But training to be a jujutsu sorcerer has helped you hone your instincts, and deep down you're sure that he's been watching you for the past twenty minutes.

You thank the waitress when she places your order down on the table, and you dig into your meal almost immediately. You pause when you notice that Gojo hasn't moved, hands laced together under his chin to support his head as he studies you.

"I thought you said you can't stand to see me," you say dryly, leaning back from the table and finally looking up at him.

"That's why the blindfold is on," he replies cheekily. You scoff at his response before finally taking a bite of food, your eyes lighting up when you do so.

"This is delicious!" you rave, giving Gojo a surprised look before taking another small bite. "How'd you find this place."

"Someone recommended it to me."

"Who?"

"Someone who really, really likes food," Gojo says mysteriously. You give him a blank look, shaking your head at his antics.

"Let me guess," you say, giving him a smug smile. "Nanami?"

Gojo deflates in his seat, and you hold back a chuckles at his reaction.

"Yeah," he responds dully, looking down at the table. "Nanami."

"Yes?"

The two of you look up to see Nanami himself standing next to your table, a tired look on his face as he looks at Gojo.

"Nanami! Hello!" you say excitedly, earning a tiny smile from him. "I haven't seen you in so long, how are you?"

"I'm fine," he says tiredly, absentmindedly straightening his tie before continuing. "How about you?"

"I'm good!" you respond, smiling brightly as you turn to face him. "I'm actually—"

"On a date," Gojo cuts in, smiling innocently up at Nanami. "With me."

"I see," Nanami says quietly, glancing between the two of you before his eyes settle on Gojo. "So it's true."

"Yup, we're dating!" Gojo proclaims proudly, a smug look on his face as he finally, finally, picks up a bite of his food and tries it.

There's a mildly concerned look on Nanami's as he meets your eyes, and you notice the way his eyebrows furrow before he speaks. "I'm sorry."

There's a loud cough as Gojo chokes on his food, and the two of you turn to watch him reach for his napkin before taking a sip of water.

"Hey!" he exclaims, pausing when he lets out another cough. There's an unamused look on Nanami's face as he watches him, and he turns back to look at you as he places a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm really sorry."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gojo cries, an irritated pout on his lips as he stares at Nanami's hands. "You say that like being with me is a bad thing."

"Well you know what they say: if the shoe fits."

You think you see a faint smile on Nanami's lips, and you hold back a giggle as you realize that he's teasing Gojo. And based on the scandalized look that Gojo sends his way, you can tell it's working.

"I'm a good boyfriend!" Gojo argues, looking at you as he motions towards Nanami. "Tell him!"

"He's right," you say with a laugh. "He's been very sweet and he even paid for lunch!"

"Well, I suppose the heart wants what it wants," Nanami finally says, removing his hand from your shoulder before looking over at the counter. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat before it's too late for lunch. Congratulations."

You wave as Nanami walks away before picking up your silverware once more. You pause when you feel Gojo's fingers brush against your other hand, before fully engulfing it in his. There's a confused smile on your face as you stare at him, flipping over your hand so you were palm to palm with his.

"Am I a good boyfriend?" he asks suddenly, catching you off guard with his words. You look at him for a little longer, blinking rapidly before you realized he was genuinely asking.

"The best," you say, squeezing his hand softly before leaning down to take a bite of food.

He looks down at the table and smiles.

Lunch dates with Gojo become common, the two of you exploring new restaurants and cafes every chance you got.

Holding hands with Gojo also becomes common, along with him paying for anything you wanted. (Whenever you'd argue and insist you'd pay, he would simply wave you off, making a comment about how he wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't spoil you any chance he got.)

It’s only when Maki remarks that you never keep your hands off of each other that you finally come to a conclusion.

You are in love with Gojo Satoru.

And that’s the realization that currently has you running down the halls.

"Shoko!" you cry, bursting into her office and collapsing onto the chair across from her desk. She gives you an alarmed look, quickly scanning your body and relaxing slightly when she doesn't see any visible injuries.

"What's wrong?" she asks, concern lacing her voice as she studies your expression.

"I've come to a horrible realization," you say, eyes wide as you looked at her, trying to make her understand just how important this conversation was. She waves her hand, signaling for you to continue.

"I'm in love with Gojo," you whisper, looking slightly horrified when you realize you've finally said the words out loud. You glare at Shoko when she snorts, and she leans back in her seat as she looks at you expectantly.

"Yeah, I kinda assumed," she says dully, her tone making it seem as though you had stated a fact. you throw your head back and groan, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to get comfortable.

"Is it that obvious?" you whine. There's a sigh from Shoko as she observes you, and you're glad that you're not looking at her in that moment. You don't think you can handle the look you know she's wearing.

"Yeah, you're dating." Shoko scoffs, stretching her leg out under her desk to kick at you.

"No, we're not," you admit, turning away from the ceiling to give her a guilty look. "He lied to you."

A strangled noise leaves Shoko's throat, and she wastes no time before reaching into her desk drawer and pulling out a packet of cigarettes. You give her a scowl, standing up and leaning over the desk to try and snatch them away from her. She swats you away, and you give a resigned sigh before sinking into your seat once more.

"That motherfucker," Shoko grumbles, pulling a lighter out of her coat pocket and flicking it. You watch as she lights the cigarette in her mouth, giving her a disappointed look that she chooses to ignore. She leans in slightly, taking a drag of the cigarette before nodding her head at you. "Why'd he lie to me?"

"Well he said that your cigarettes were on the line," you admit, also leaning in closer to the desk. You slide the ashtray on the corner of her desk closer to her, earning a thankful look. "All he had to do was get someone respectful to date him and you'd stop. So I helped him, because I've also been concerned about your smoking habits lately."

A loud laugh leaves Shoko's lips at your words, and you give her a confused look when she puts her cigarette out. There's a wide grin on her face as she gives you a knowing look, and you find yourself shifting in your seat as she just stares.

"He lied to you," she finally says, her voice even and tone casual, as though she hadn't just dropped a truth bomb on you.

"He what? Why?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you process her words. "Why would he lie to me about that?"

"Because," Shoko says, the smile still on her face. "The original bet wasn't that he had to date someone respectable. The original bet was that Gojo should grow a pair and finally ask out the person he's been in love with since we graduated high school."

You sit silently for a moment, so still that Shoko thinks you might not be breathing. She reaches over to poke your shoulder earning a wide-eyed look from you as her words echo in your head.

"He's in love with me?" you shriek.

Shoko laughs.

You've become more fidgety lately, enough to the point that Gojo notices.

When he reaches for your hand, you flinch, giving him a nervous smile and an apology before lacing your fingers with his. Every time he slings an arm around your shoulders, you tense, and Gojo can't help but ask you every time if his actions are okay. You always say yes.

Gojo notices you're often lost in thought, looking off into the distance and giving him an embarrassed smile when he waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention. He wonders what's happened, especially considering you've never been one to get lost inside of your own head.

It's not until the two of you are eating lunch (in his office this time) that he finally breaks, lowering the sunglasses he had chosen to wear that day and giving you a curious glance before speaking.

"So what's wrong?"

His question breaks you out of your dazed state, and you slide your lunch to the side before giving him a mildly convincing smile.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, tilting your head as you try to give him an innocent look. Gojo snorts at your response, remembering all the times he's answered your questions with those exact same words.

"That won't work on me," he chides, reaching out to grab your hand. His thumb skims the top of your knuckles, and you giggle nervously before trying to pull your hand back. His grip tightens slightly, and you sigh before grabbing onto his hand as well. "Now c'mon. Tell Gojo what's on your mind."

You raise an eyebrow, giving him an unimpressed look before sighing.

"I told Shoko," you admit quietly, watching as his eyes widen in surprise. "About... us."

"Oh," Gojo breathes, blinking rapidly. His hand goes limp around your own and you wait for him to keep speaking, but he only stares at you in return. You take the opportunity to slide your hand out of his grip, meeting no resistance this time as you do so.

"So I guess she wants that dinner right?" he asks, laughing hollowly as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Gojo," you say, your tone serious as you stare at him. "She told me the truth. About the bet."

"Oh," he repeats, his hand falling limply to his desk. He swallows harshly, giving you an unreadable look before leaning back in his seat. "Is that why you've been so distant lately?"

"Distant?" you echo, eyebrows furrowing. "I haven't been— oh."

You cut yourself off as you realize what Gojo means. All your avoidance, all the freezing up under his touch— he thought you were trying to distance yourself from him.

"I was trying to figure out..." you trail off, closing your eyes briefly in an attempt to hype yourself up. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I feel the same."

There's a sharp intake of breath at your words, your whispered confession hanging in the air for a few seconds. You refuse to look up when you hear Gojo leave his seat, your heart pounding as he rounds his desk to approach you.

"Are you telling the truth?" Gojo whispers, his head hanging low as he crouches next to your chair. His voice is hoarse when he speaks again, and you find yourself glancing his way when his fingers graze yours. "Please, tell me you are. I know it was my idea, but I can't keep pretending we’re together when I’m in love with you."

"I am."

The words are barely out of your mouth when Gojo reaches out, his fingers splayed out across your cheek as he cups your jaw. You can feel him leaning in closer, his eyes closing when he leans his forehead against yours.

"You promise?" he mumbles. Your breath catches in your throat as you nod. "Good."

He leans in even closer, pausing when his nose bumps against yours. There's a brief moment of stillness before you take charge, leaning forward to close the gap between the two of you. Your lips meet in a soft kiss, and you pull away slightly, meeting Gojo's eyes briefly before the two of you dive right back in for another.

Your lips move in tandem with his, and you feel your stomach twist as he deepens the kiss. He gently pulls you off your seat, shifting so that his back is against his desk as he pulls you on to his lap. You straddle him without objection, his hands coming down to grab your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

Gojo pouts as you pull away to catch your breath, and he only reaches up to grab your chin and pull you down, pressing a multitude of soft kisses to your lips as his hold on your tightens.

"You know," you mumble in between kisses, your eyes fluttering as you lean further back. Gojo's lips chase yours. "When Shoko found out the truth, she had a packet of cigarettes ready to go."

"Well," Gojo starts, grabbing your hand with his as he presses another kiss to your lips. "I guess that means we just gotta go take them from her. After all, a bet is a bet."

extra:

Gojo eventually tells the first years, the second years, Shoko, Nanami, and even Yaga that the two of you are dating "for realsies". They're all confused until Shoko tells them about the bet and Maki immediately asks if you're sure you want to be with him. Gojo yells at her and she then proceeds to call Yuuta, who hesitantly congratulates the two of you over the phone.

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

*somewhere in a park*

Gojo: damn, todays weather is so good! *smiles widely* don’t you think so, sweet stuff?

You: yeah, it’s pretty sunny. *covers face with hand*

You: *grabs Gojo’s hand and move him in front of you to block the sun* Better.

Gojo: *smirks and looks down at you* so now I’m your human shield?

You: *looks up at him and smiles* you’re freaking tall dude. I bet you could even touch the clouds from up there.

You: *continues to tease him* so, is it hotter up there? Can you see the whole city from up there? *laughs loudly*

Gojo: *looks down at you and slyly smiles* hahaha, oh sweetheart. Since you’re down there; tell me, how big my c*ck is? Huh?

You: *eyes open wide and blushes* w-what?

Gojo: hahahahahahahah, you should’ve seen you’re face!! It was all red and confused!!! *continues to laugh and wipes away a fake tear*

You: *you blankly look up at him and scoff* whatever. It wasn’t even that big. Getou’s is bigger. *smiles widely at him and walks away*

Gojo: *just stands there with a shocked face*

*minding your business*

Gojo: wassup?

You: hey?

Gojo: I got a question for you?

You: ask ahead…

Gojo: do you squirt? Or do you cream? What kind of noises does your p*ssy do when you finish creaming or squirting? What color is the inside? Does it get real wet or not really? Does it clap? Is it real tight, to a point where my c*ckhead can’t even slide in? How does it smell down there? Can I smell it? Is your cl*t big or small? How do your juices taste like? Sweet or neutral? Is it hairy or not? How much fingers can you fit in there? A whole fist or just 2? Do you swallow or not?

You: ….(　˙-˙　)

*somewhere in New York*

Gojo: hey bro, I gotta take a leak, ok?

Getou: Sure, I’ll wait here. Just don’t take too long dude, I’m dying to try some New York pizza!

Gojo: you got it, bro!

*Gojo hurries to the public restrooms*

Gojo: *hums to some random song while doing his business*

*random noises come from the next stall*

Gojo: what the fuck… *mumbles and looks down*

*sees four pairs of legs, but one of them is kneeling down*

Gojo: …oh God! *finishes and walks out the stall and washes his hands*

*walks towards Getou with a huge grin*

Getou: you took forever!

Gojo: dude!! you won’t believe what I saw!

Getou: what? Shit on the ground?

Gojo: ew no. I saw someone propose to someone!

Getou: huh? where? I didn’t see anything?

Gojo: i heard weird noises in the stall next to me, so I took a peak and saw someone kneeling down in front of someone else!! Weird way to propose to someone but its cool either way!!

Getou: w-what??!? you saw two dudes in the same stall?!?! And one of them was on their kneels?!?!

Gojo: yeah!! Good for them! Now, come on!! Let’s try that pizza you wanted!!

Gojo: hey? You speak Spanish, right?

You: uhh…yeah? Why?

Gojo: great! awesome?

You: …

Gojo: how do you say “I love you” in Spanish?

You: Te amo

Gojo: Sheesh baby! I love you too! Damn, I’m so lovable!

You: huh? I was just translating what you-

Gojo: shhh babygirl. I get it, you love me too much! Who wouldn’t? ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

You: … ~_~;

Getou: wassup dude?!

Gojo: not much…just chillin ;)

Getou: hmmm, ok

Getou: anyways, I got a question for you

Gojo: sure

Getou: have you ever had an argument with your girlfriend?

Gojo: Pft, me and my bitch don’t argue

Gojo: she just tells me to shut up and I do

Getou: ….(._.)

Gojo: come on

You: not interested, Gojo

Gojo: why not?

You: you’re immature, annoying, loud, and obnoxious. Want more?

Gojo: b-but dating me you’re not just gonna have that but a comedian, p*rnstar, and a mental patient all in one ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Gojo: Me? Beg for anything? Hahaha! Geez, people get on their knees for me and beg. I’m too powerful and strong to beg.

You: hmmm, too egotistic but okay

*1 week later*

You: eww no!

Gojo: please! I never begged nobody like this!

Gojo: please, please, please!!

Gojo: just let me squeeze your tits for a minute and that’s it!

Gojo: please, I beg on my knees!

You: …never beg, my ass

Gojo: heyyyyy!!! Nanamin!!! I wanna tell you something!!!

Nanami: Don’t call me like that.

Gojo: but…nanaminnnn it’s important!

Nanami: Leave me alone.

Gojo: come on!! Its important!!

Nanami: Fine! But, once you tell me. You leave me alone.

Gojo: you got it :)

Nanami: …

Gojo: ok! But just imagine going to the dentist and once you open your mouth he spits in it?!? (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Nanami: ….why are you the why you are?

Gojo: but, I don’t wanna fold the laundry (＞＜)

You: just do it, im busy

Gojo: ughhhhhhhh!! fineeeeee

You: pft, what a lazy ass…

*proceeds to go to the laundry room & fold the laundry*

Gojo: go do this, go do that…geez, she’s like my mom…

Gojo: *grabs one of your shirts* hmmm, I wonder what it smells like? *sniff sniff*

Gojo: mmmmmm, she definitely knows how to do the laundry *holds your shirt close to his nose* ahhhh, it still has her perfume scent

You: what’s taking him forever?

*walks to the laundry room*

You: Gojo!?! What are you doing?!

Gojo: Oh f*ck! I was just sniffing your shirt and gosh, it definitely smells like you. I may or may not have gotten an instant bon☻r

You: h-huh…

Gojo: hahaha jk…but not really jk ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

You:…（；＿；）

They ran out of condoms

They’re probably size small (can’t tell me otherwise)

You: Satoru! Where’s the formula?

Gojo: Formula? I ain’t no Mr.Krabs. Go look for it somewhere else, Plankton.

You: No, you dumbass! The baby’s powder milk!

Gojo: Ohhhh, I thought you feed the baby boobie milk?

You: …Satoru…please Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Gojo: Hehehe, boobie milk(*≧∀≦*)

Gojo: What a lucky baby we have

Gojo: What can i say? i'm charming and irresponsible (;

You: Huh? Irresponsible?

Gojo: Shit, autocorrect (:

You:...Satoru, we ain't texting. We're talking face to face \:

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Gojo: Baby, can I ask you a question?

You: Uhh, sure, what is it?

Gojo: Let’s say I would to get a mullet-

You: Oh God, I know where this is going

Gojo: Don’t interrupt me, please

You: Geez, sorry (￣^￣)

Gojo: Like I was sayin; If I were to get a mullet, you maybe, let’s say; call me Mullet Daddy?

You: •_•

Gojo: So? Would you? ;)

You: Ughh, no. Actually, you would look hideous with a mullet ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Gojo: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) that’s rude

Gojo: Idk man, she’s been kinda distant and just aloof

Geto: Hmm, well… she’s probably sad my dude…

Gojo: Sad?

Geto: Yeah S.A.D. SAD.

Gojo: I know what Sad means but what should I do? Comfort her?

Geto: *smirks* Yeah. Give her a shoulder to put her legs on (;

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“Fuccck, toruuuu” moaning as Gojo kept hitting your sweet spot, with your right leg on his shoulder. “Yeah, you like that, my sad baby.”

Gojo|Geto x reader

⚠️This story Is translated from Italian! I apologize if there will be errors, but English is not my language! If you find any errors report it to me as well! I will correct them! ⚠️

Dividing you between Satoru and Suguru wasn’t one of the brightest ideas you could have, and now you’re suffering the consequences.

Poor and helpless reader...

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After Suguru's departement, you were deeply hurt, but one day an anonymous message leads you to make bad choices.

If you were blackmailed by one of your best friends, what would you do?

Would you obey indecent demands without blinking?

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Ps: The story is a Suguru Geto/Gojo Satoru X reader, but, I decided to call you Izumi.

You have, of course, the freedom to replace the name "Izumi" with yours!

BETWEEN TWO FIRES

Chapter 1

You weren't the kind of person to revel in despair.

Yet the last five years had been the hardest of your life.

You weren’t used to falling into oblivion, but lately the consequences of the choices you made weighed on your shoulders.

In addition to the existing difficulties, your fellow sorcerers now cast suspicious glances upon you, further complicating your situation.

You knew they couldn't know your guilt, but regardless, you felt the weight of their gazes on you.

Just before the departure of Suguru Geto, you were just part of that wonderful trio, which unfortunately was now just a duo.

Gojo, he’d been through this a long time, but you... well, it was easier to exorcise a special level while you were drunk. You saw it when an anonymous message appeared on your phone.

Shinjuku, Golden Gai, 10pm, I would love to see you again. [00:07]

You had watched the band of notifications motionless, eyelids did not close, creating an unpleasant burning sensation.

Who are you? [8:14]

The question was more than fair, yet deep down you knew who he was.

Izumi, do I need to explain it to you? [8:17]

You thought you were strong enough to ignore the message, but you had come around.

What makes you think I’ll come? [ 8:20]

Why was your heart beating so hard? Your ex-best friend was a mass murderer, what were you thinking? Did you think a good coffee in company would solve your differences?

Bullshit, and yet, as you saw the three dots vibrating, -a sign that he was writing-, your heart seemed to be in the roller coaster.

You should learn not to leave situations halfway, including people. [8:20]

That answer was enough to make you turn off your phone screen with a slight panic.

You threw your phone on the creased blankets, while with your peripheral vision you could see Gojo turning over in the sheets.

How long has this been going on? A year?

Satoru was the most cheeky guy you knew, and when he first locked you with his body in the fancy couch of his apartment, you couldn’t resist his will.

There was no need to say anything, what you knew was that Satoru wanted you:

maybe he was simply looking for warmth and understanding. And who more than you could understand him? Who more than you could understand the pain you had accumulated?

Basking in the warmth of passion seemed the right way to deal with your shortcomings.

Even if the relief lasted one night, what was wrong?

Your relationship had always been considered fraternal, yet now, as it began to languidly kiss your jaw, you realized that the relationship you had as teenagers had dangerously cracked.

While you were thinking about Suguru’s messages, you were getting more and more estranged.

Satoru used to always try to bring your attention back to him, but that morning was different. That morning, you woke up with a message reminding you of how much he was still alive, etched into you.

«Izumi, is there something wrong?» his six eyes dug your guts, reminding you that, for him, nothing could go unnoticed.

«I’m fine», to repeat it aloud, had served to make you understand that no, you were not well.

The sound of your voice was quiet and insecure.

If there was one thing you couldn’t do was lying to him. Gojo used to tell you, you were terrible at telling lies.

He could always see it in your face, when something was wrong or tormented you, but you certainly would not have started to tell of the messages that Geto had sent you.

«Do I have to remind you that my six eyes can see the rapid beat of your heart? Or the change of sweating? Also your salivation and the veins in your neck, tell me that something is wrong».

You turned to him, dipping into his lapis-blue eyes.

«Do not use your sight like this», you scolded him, frowning.

Satoru’s hands were soon on the sides of your head. He held himself above you, locking you on the mattress of his kingsize bed.

If there was one thing you learned, it was that Satoru did everything you couldn’t stand. This was one of them: studying you with his six eyes.

«Mmh, I bet that if I took you now, you would quickly forget what oppresses you».

By slowly pulling your hair apart, Satoru touched your lips with his.

The sudden contact made you shudder.

The kisses with Satoru were mostly very sloppy and this was no exception. His tongue caressed yours, creeping through your pearly teeth. As your saliva mixed, your sweet moans were absorbed by his mouth, something that Satoru always liked so much.

He was the only guy you gave yourself to, you started to wonder why you did it without thinking too much.

Your needy relationship, kept you both poised on a precipice.

After a frustrating week you found yourself tumbling through the sheets. It was a pleasant routine, something you would only offer to him.

«Tell me Izumi, you like it, huh?».

He had lustfully rubbed your fat butt, squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

You were never much of a talker, not even so open-minded when it came to feelings. You left Satoru the monopoly of the situation: did he want to fuck you? That was fine. He wanted to do it more brutally? No problem.

If you had carried on your relationship like this, it was because he wanted it.

He was looking for you, and you left the door open.

Yet now, the feeling of his lips on yours,left you with a different feeling. You tried to enjoyed the moment , but the weight in your chest was more binding than you thought.

«w-wait», you had stuttered in his shiny lips.

«Mmh», he had complained trying to persuade you to continue.

The light penetrated into the room illuminating Satoru’s silver hair, he did not seem happy to come off your lips, you had seen him from his frowning eyebrows.

«Be a good girl for me, ok?» he asked, tenderly massaging your cheek. «If you want to play the game of rape is fine, I know you like it so much when we do it», whispered in your ear.

«Is that what you want?» he continued to kiss you. Your mouths produced obscene snaps, while your best friend’s hands spread your legs. Your meaty thighs were crushed by his huge hands, could you ask better than that?

His cunning look darted at your half-naked body. The signs of the previous night made him think of all the obscene positions he putted you into, -not to mention how many times he had brought you ruinously to the peak.

Every time, as you went down from your peak, he kept over-stimulating you: it seemed like his favorite game is to see how you twisted exasperated.

«Satoru», his mouth was soon within inches of your excitement. His breath was shattering on it, and you swore you could only come with his languid eyes peering down on you.

«I’ll put you through this bad mood, Izumi».

In Satoru’s eyes, you were always his sweet, wonderful best friend. Only in the last year he rediscovered you as a woman, and been pleasantly impressed by your submissive side as well as your more exuberant side. The thing that turned him on the most was that you had never set any limits on him. Lately he struggled to find a sexual partner who could match him. Being Gojo Satoru was also being unlimited in many ways: sex was not excluded. In fact, it was a very important aspect. If he had no boundaries in battle, why would he have had them in bed?

You were so perfect for him.

The stronger sorcerer looked at you as he dipped his nose in your panties, «w-wait , S-Satoru-», a groan left your lips making him smile in your wet folds.

When his tongue had traveled over the fabric of your panties , you had arched your back, squinting at two slits. Gojo’s hands pressed you on the soft mattress, not allowing you any kind of movement. That’s how you liked it, you liked being at the mercy of his strength and decisions.

Her soft tongue stiffened in your swollen clitoris, leaving you breathless.

You were so beautiful as you became rigid under his expert touch, he wondered if you were aware of your beauty.

Winking, he finally laid his thumbs down your panties, parading them with mastery.

Your bare, silky-smooth legs were gently caressed, giving you a lot of chills.

It wasn’t just about touching you, it was also about knowing how to do it, and Satoru was good at catching your weakness.

When he began to make imaginary circles in your inner thigh , you went literally crazy.

Just like he said, you forgot what was bothering you at the time.

His tongue returned to your obscene wet pussy.

He had gone all the way through your opening, and then ended up in your tiny, tight, juicy hole.

As he licked away the evidence of your excitement, he began to pass a thumb in your center, and not even the kami knew how much you liked it.

Your laments clashed with the bare walls of the chamber, leaving the wizard pleased. If there was one thing He loved about you other than your boobs and your wonderful personality, it was your voice. So clear and feminine, so sweet as you called his crying name.

While he licked you needy, you were a sight for sore eyes.

He had been between your legs many times, but each time it was as if it was the first.

«Satoru... Sa-toru», you gasped louder, as he carried two fingers to collide with your opening. He was teasing it, but he didn’t go in, and he was driving you crazy.

Your pelvis arched towards his fingers, you were so eager to have more, you forgot about any upset.

«Please», you meowed, grabbing his hand.

«Honey, do I have to go in? How many fingers would you like, hmm?» he was so cheeky that you wanted to slap him, and yet you liked him so much.

«Three», grumbling, eager.

Satoru laughed, jokingly hitting your swollen clitoris with a swipe of the index finger.

Your reaction made him laugh deliciously.

«Three? I actually thought I’d start with...», he put the middle finger, making it fit from your opening to the first knuckle.

«Please... please», it was so unbearable the way he had decided to torture you that morning...

The middle finger was wrapped up to the last knuckle, skillfully moved it in search of your deepest point.

The ring finger came in, entering halfway.

Pointing his fingers upwards, he hit your most sensitive part repeatedly, writhing between the wrinkled sheets.

«Are you ready for me?» she whispered, kissing feverishly and then immediately after moving to the height of your pulsating clitoris.

Your spongy walls were squeezing around his fingers.

When he targeted your G-spot, your back was rippling for relief.

Like he felt your pleasure, he kept hitting you in the same spot.

The tongue played with your pulsating clitoris, letting you immerse yourself in the feeling that preceded orgasm.

The tingling was getting stronger and stronger, until, without any kind of inhibition, you had repeated his name several times, covering your face.

Prey to colvulsion, you were released abruptly in an intense orgasm, filling with your juices thesorcerer’s needy mouth..

As you came down from the climax, Gojo had languidly kissed you, making you forget all your worries again.

He licked your lusty rosy lips as he rubbed his huge venous cock on your leg.

«Do you want it?» he kept rubbing himself on you, this time caressing your breasts half naked.

You were too exhausted to answer, so Satoru took it as an invitation to tease you more.

He was like that, you know. He never held back when it came to teasing you. Gojo, over the years, had never changed his essence: his determined temperament reminded you how much he liked to provoke you. He did it with others, but with you he was different, distinctly different.

Despite the recent bandages he had adopted, you were certain that behind them lurked his cunning eyes, peering at you with a sense of superiority. If initially this bothered you, over time you had started to find it particularly charming. You loved being provoked like that.

Your bond could not be labeled as partners , because you were looking for something different.

The harmony between you allowed you to fully enjoy every moment, whether in the bedroom or elsewhere. Even during meetings, he could always tease you, and as you tried to ignore him with an impassive look, you quivered within yourself with longing for more.

So when he claimed you with a strong push, you screamed for the pleasure.

«You like it when I take you out of the blue, don’t you?» he started hammering your pussy without mercy.

His excitement was long and big, it was easy for him to touch points usually unreachable.

While he was using your head as a foothold, he was lustfully biting your lips.

Your breasts were rubbing against her naked chest, stimulating you further.

The pleasure you felt was so intense that you couldn’t inhale the air properly.

You started coughing, choking on your own saliva.

He took a hand to your mouth, covering it completely, «breathe with your nose, I don’t want you to die suffocated», he whispered to you, amused and gasping.

As the saliva poured into his hand, he didn’t seem to want to slow down.

You complained at every blow, especially when he pulled you sitting on his lap.

Gojo’s huge dick never came out of you, continuing the work he had started.

The position you were, facilitated his entry.

You were completely impaled in his pulsating cock , you had put your cheek in his shoulder, poised between orgasm and fainting.

You called him crying, you begged him, you didn’t even know why. Maybe because he was becoming so beautiful that he was unbearable. The more it hit your cervix, the more your stomach was stirring, upsetting your bowels.

«Please», you complained, «I beg you».

A strong slap made your fat butt vibrate. Satoru seemed to slowly begin to release his orgasm when he grabbed the cheeks of your chubby butt.

«Do you want it?» he asked as his facial muscles contracted.

You cried, arched your back, looking for comfort.

«Tell me, tell me how much you want it», he continued.

If there was one thing that turned you on so much, it was his voice cracked with pleasure. The fact that he spoke so much during sex made you incapable of thinking clearly, especially since you usually responded to his provocations with obscenities that escaped from your lips.

This time was different.

He gave you no way to respond as he grabbed your hips and stuck his hands in your feminine curves.

He was so rude, so reckless, he didn’t even notice your eyes had turned white.

Your pupils were swirling backwards, putting a black wall in front of you.

When his hot cum flooded your battered opening, you had quickly regained consciousness, just enough to get ruined over her throbbing and reddening cock.

«Here you are, good girl», he praised you, moving your hair ruffled from your face.

The pearly sweat skin stuck to Satoru’s.

The embrace in which you had abandoned yourselves had acted as a shield to the ugly intrusive thoughts you had had just woken up.

The question now was, how long would the effect last?

Chapter 2:

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Gojo|Geto x reader ⚠️This story Is translated from Italian! I apologize if there will be errors, but English is not my language! If you fin