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And they were roommates...

Pairing//: Gojo Satoru x Reader

It was one thing to be Gojo Satoru's roommate. Taking care of his cat when he isn't home, relaxing walks hand in hand when he is stressed, movie marathon nights-you were just roommates!

But it was another thing when you helped him jerk off.

It started off as a joke after hearing Suguru ramble about it and how it's a "bonding experience". Then he started thinking about it while teaching. He knew his students weren't dumb and unfortunately, a boner accident had happened one two many times because of it.

As time passed he was finding himself become throbbing hard when he saw you. Wether it was his imagination he didn't know ,but somehow you would always find a way to bend over or brush against his raging boner and it got Gojo leaking pre like a virgin.

To try and hide this he thought about avoiding you. Didn't go too well though, considering you were roomates and all. Plus slapping that pretty ass of yours made his day so...

Things just escalated until Gojo found himself palming his cock from the outside of his pants just outside your room. Did he feel like a creep? Absolutely. Did he plan to stop? No. Not when he gets knee shaking orgasms from it. Not when the moment he cums sends sparks from the base of his dick to his head. Not when you find out and pull him in your room one night.

It didn't go like Gojo thought it would, like the fantasies he stroked his cock to every night until his back arched and he had to bite down on his lip to keep the whimpers in check. Gojo thought he would be in for a quick handjob, some head if he was lucky but not that.

No, no, no. That night he was unprepared for. His back arched with his ass on clear view to a camera. Lube and cum making a mess in between his trembling thighs. You, knuckles deep in him, keeping his legs spread. Gojo's whimpers were like a sickly sweet melody and with how long you have been going, he had made more than a song with them.

Drool dripped down his chin , brows furrowed and eyes hazed. His tip was an angry red-half from how much he had came that night, half from cumming untouched the whole time-and his thighs were covered in bite marks.

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That night found itself being repeated over and over again. Tonight was no different.

Gojo was sat on his knees, your hand on his weeping cock going antagonizely slow. He felt embarrassed, like a virgin teenager, with how desperate he was. With how his hips buckled from the slightest change of pace from your hand, from everything your thumb decided to brush against his tip, making pre spurt out.

Your lips were on his neck, tongue darting out to soothe the bite marks on his neck.

"You're doing so well f'me Satoru...such a doll.~"

With those words falling from your lips, Gojo found himself cumming on the spot. His thighs and abs tense, cum soon covering them, his back arched so far you would think it broke. A pitiful whine graced your ears and a sob afterwards. With drool smeared on his face he felt disgusting and the sticky cum all over his thighs and stomach didn't make it any better.

"...clean me up..."

...

"...please?"

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Mornings with Gojo

First time writing, please spare me-

English is NOT my first language, so if there are any mistakes (most probably there are), I apologize for them!!

Hope you enjoy this<3

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the pride of the Gojo Family and the first person to inherit both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in hundreds of years. The 6'3, intimidating man everybody saw.

That same man that melts in your presence; the same man that look at you with love filled eyes. Whether you'd be all dolled up or home with oversized clothes, even when you're sick and looking good is one of the last things you are. God, wear a trash bag and he'll still be so utterly in love with you.

So imagine a morning with him where neither of you wants to get up from bed and separate from the other. You two fell asleep together, cuddling and just enjoying the embrace and warmth of your lover. In the morning? You and Satoru wake up in the exact same position, legs tangled under the blanket, his hands caressing your waist as if you're a fragile little thing he doesn't want to hurt, but protect. And in his eyes, you were.

You were everything he wanted.

"Good morning, baby" he'd murmur softly when he wakes up and sees you in his arms, a sweet smile plastered on his face when he hears your sleepy response.

"Morning.."

That's when his heart melts at the sight of you, again and again. He'd pulls you closer to himself, burying his face into your neck, take in your calming scent and let out a content sigh.

He loves you. He wants you as close as possible, fingers intertwined everytime he got the chance to. Even now, in his half-asleep state, he'll cradle you in his arms, place gentle kisses on your neck...his lips traveling down to shoulder and collarbone, whispering "I love you" between every little peck on your skin.

You can't complain about his little acts of affection, his cuddles, his kisses, his urge to hold your hand or link his pinky with you whenever he can. His need to feel your skin against his. You love it, especially in winter when you snuggle to him and call him your personal heater as you stay in bed for

"Five more minutes..please don't get up.." he mumbles against your neck.

A soft smile appears on your lips, happiness replacing the sleepiness as you hug him and run your fingers through his white locks, twirling some strands around them. Shivers go through him when he felt your caresses and he can't help but press his body impossibly closer to yours.

"You're such a baby, 'Toru" you whisper to him. 'Toru. Gosh that nickname, he loves it when it escapes your lips...he could feel his heart skip a beat everytime.

He chuckles at your words, glancing up at you with his cerulean eyes that always looked at you with adoration and that significant shit-eating grin on his face. "Only for you, sweetheart."

He knows you're right, sometimes Satoru himself wonders how and when he became so soft in your presence, how you always manage to make reduce the man he is to a touch starved child that wants— no, needs your love and affection.

With you he feels loved; with you he feels like every worry of his fades away, like he's not the strongest sorcerer alive. In your shared home, he's not Gojo Satoru, the wielder of the Limitless and the Six Eyes both. He's just Satoru. Your Satoru.

"I love you so much, you don't understand"

A kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering on his skin for a few seconds.

"I love you too, sweets"

That was all he needed to hear before closing his eyes again. Satoru was just lying there, head on your shoulder and rubbing patterns on your lower back. The sun rays illuminating the room more and more, yet not stopping the two of you to fall back asleep with smiles on your faces.

Gojo Satoru loves loving you for sure, with every fiber in his body. Likewise, you love loving him

This is self-indulgent comfort because hey, guess who just read chapter 236?

Also, consider this my official apology for this post.

This wasn't real.  

"C'mon Satoru, get up," you all but beg, fingers folding uncomfortably into one another as you stare forward. You already know that everyone else is staring at you, watching you, gauging their own reactions based off of what you display.  

He wasn't losing, was he? 

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, continuing to watch as he pushed himself further and further towards a limit that you didn't know if he could bounce back from. The pit in your stomach only grew with each blow that he sustained, it grew with each drop of blood he lost and it grew with each Domain Expansion that he managed to pull off. 

No. He was the strongest, he'd be fine. 

At your side is Yuuji, his hand holding onto yours so tightly that you can feel your bones begin to crack. Even with the slightly uncomfortable sensation, you say nothing – Yuuji needed to feel the comfort of something familiar, and that just so happened to be you.  

And then … silence. 

Satoru Gojo … on the floor … eyes staring blankly up at the sky … blood everywhere.  

"…'toru?" 

You begin to tremble, the shake beginning in your fingers before slowly traveling up your body like a snake, coiling and twisting over your bones and biting into you – its fangs leaving behind a poisonous panic. 

"Satoru--!" 

"Hmm? Wha – what happened?"  

Your eyes shoot open, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and making your hair cling uncomfortably to your skin. Your body propels itself upward, feet kicking off the blankets that cover you – it was warm, too warm.  

"Hey, hey, what's goin' on?"  

Your head swivels to the side, nearly giving yourself whiplash. There, at your side, is that familiar tuft of snowy-white hair and bright aquamarine eyes that soften at the panicked expression you wear. Satoru. 

You open your mouth to say something, but instead of a coherent sentence, all your body is able to produce is a broken sob. And right on cue, Satoru's arms are locked around you, tugging you to his chest and allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder. 

Your nails bite into his back as you sob into him, body trembling with the weight of your cries. Though the feeling of you scratching him was a touch painful, there was nothing that would stop him from comforting you – not when you were this distressed.  

"Hey … hey. Shh, 'm right here," Satoru murmurs into your hair, laying gentle kisses against your hairline as his fingers rub comforting circles into the small of your back. "Shh." 

You feel yourself begin to calm as the familiar tingle of Infinity washes over you, draped over your shoulders like a blanket fresh from the dryer. Its warmth reminds you of the safety that Satoru's arms provide, how he would never let anything happen to you. That you were safe. That he was safe.  

That whatever you saw when your eyes were closed was nothing but a story told by your imagination.  

"Don't leave me 'toru … ever," you mumble into Satoru's shirt, voice breaking to release a small sob. His arms tighten around you, cheek pressing into your hair. He can feel his heart tightening in his chest – mind wrapping around just how small you sounded. How desperate. Frail.  

He sighs, craning his neck and laying his palm against your cheek, lifting your head and guiding your tear-filled gaze to meet his softened one. His lips turn upward in a smile, the pad of his thumb swiping against the tears that roll silently down your cheeks.  

"Hey, there she is," he murmurs warmly, tone dripping with affection and a softness that he could only ever reserve for you. Satoru leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. At the contact, your eyes momentarily shut, as if committing the very feeling of him against you to memory.  

"I'm here. Not goin' anywhere just yet." 

His thumb swipes against your bottom lashes, wiping away those last few tears that cling so desperately to your waterline, wanting to fall but not being brave enough to make the final choice. Satoru smiles again – silently wanting you to do the same.  

Even though your heart still aches and your mind still reminds you of what you had seen … you smile too.  

Because deep down, in that little safe kept in your chest, you know that Satoru wouldn't go down so easily. At the end of the day, just like he had promised you … 

... he would always be on the other side of the front door.  

Running

A little blurb for my sweet blue-eyed king!

Warnings: Fluff? Unedited?

a/n: trying to get back into writing, just living in my delulu state in the mean time.

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Gojo Satoru never imagined he’d meet the love of his life on a random park bench, especially not after watching his best friend die. 

But hey, the universe works in mysterious ways, right? 

To be honest, he wasn’t looking for company. Not that company would ever come. He just wanted to sit, breathe, and escape for a second from the crushing weight of being…well, him. The strongest sorcerer, “The Honored One” - what a bunch of bullshit. Destined to walk the path of loneliness, maybe forever. That’s what happens when you lose the only person who ever truly understood you. His best friend was now dead, after seeing him for the first time in ten years since he was left in front of a world-famous fast food joint. Alone.

Maybe this was it, Satoru mused to himself with a slight chuckle. The fate of the strongest- an eternal sacrifice. A life spent keeping everyone safe while slowly, quietly, losing himself. 

He was just about to sink deeper into his depressive pit, bracing himself for the inevitable call from the higher-ups, when he heard it. 

Panting, a whine perhaps? 

“I should just get a boyfriend…or maybe a slice of cake instead of all this running. What a stupid hobby,” a voice groaned, sweet but thoroughly winded, cutting through the icy haze of his thoughts. A sort of warmth to his rather depressive state. 

He glanced over, taking in the chaotic mess in front of him. You were a sweaty disaster, collapsing onto the park bench next to him like you’d never ran a day in your damn life. Your hair stuck to your forehead, your face flushed a vibrant shade of pink. With an exaggerated sigh, you plopped down beside him-no formalities besides the half-hearted “sorry” you threw his way as you unapologetically sprawled out, legs wide, taking up more space than you possibly could. Your running shorts had ridden up slightly, clinging to your skin as you gasped for air, clearly having overestimated yourself. 

Satoru let out an involuntary snort. Here he was, the Gojo Satoru, brooding over a life of tragedies and next to him sat a stranger who looked like they’d barely survived a casual jog, debating between romance and dessert. 

He stared at you for a mere moment, watching your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. 

Wasn’t the area evacuated earlier? Oh well. 

“If you’re trying to get my number, there’s better ways than this, you know that right?” Satoru asked, voice already dripping with amusement. His usual cocky tone was tinged with genuine curiosity, a rarity for him these days. If it weren’t for you being so sweaty, you might actually be above average in looks. 

You blinked at him, finally really looking at the man next to you as you caught your breath. His white hair glowed under the moonlight, his eyes looked like they mirrored a clear blue sky, his unnaturally perfect features, and the way he carried himself like the world revolved around him. He’s probably some up-and-coming J-pop idol, and certainly has the looks for it. 

“Please?” you huffed with a labored laugh, your tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “Your number? You think I just decided to collapse in a sweaty heap next to you for your number? Listen, pretty boy, I was fighting for my life out there in this humidity, okay? I don’t need a pretty princess in my life like you.” 

“Pretty princess?” he mused, leaning closer and clearly invading your personal space just as you had his earlier. The words made him think of Suguru for a moment, causing his grin to falter slightly before he fixed it into a practiced smile. “Honey, you’re the one whining after a mere jog. I think the princess here is you,” Satoru teased, his eyes glinting with playful challenge.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and for a moment, you could almost feel the blush creeping in. He was cute—handsome, actually. Totally out of your league. You were about to respond when he abruptly stood up.

“You mentioned wanting a boyfriend or cake, right?” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and towering over you with effortless charm. “There’s a café open late around here that has amazing tiramisu. Let’s go, yeah?”

Later that night, Satoru saved your number—especially after you paid for his dessert. A first, really, he was used to everyone asking him to pay.  “I owe you,” he said with a wink, adding your name to his phone. With a little cake emoji next to it.