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Includes: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Choso

A/n i don’t exactly have anything planned out today so take this, there is about 66 links in this, I’ve spent hours on this

Some of the links will show account suspended, I do not know when the account will be back

GOJO♡

Gojo kissing you, his tongue swirling around with yours, as his fingers are skidding in and out of your pussy ❤︎

Gojo obsessing over your tits, sucking on them as he fingers you cunt ❤︎

His cock slowly sinking in and out of your cunt, stretching you out ❤︎

Playing with your pretty pussy, fucking his fingers into your needy hole before rubbing your cute clit ❤︎

Gojo sucking on your nipple until it hardens into his mouth ❤︎

Gojo fucking you stupid, his finger rubbing on your engorged clit ❤︎

Bouncing on Gojo’s cock ❤︎

Gojo missed you and your pretty pussy so much! He knows you missed him too, judging from how tight your pussy is when he slides his fingers in ❤︎

Gojo couldn’t even wait to take you to the bedroom, fucking you against the wall ❤︎

Gojo fucking you until you squirt on his cock ❤︎

Pic that gives Gojo vibes <33

TOJI♡

Toji holding tightly onto your hand, pounding into your cunt ❤︎

Your hands cuffed together as Toji fucks into your cunt, his balls smacking onto your clit with every thrust ❤︎

Toji loves putting you in doggy style, seeing how your ass jiggles with every thrust ❤︎

Keeping you in this position, knowing his cock is hitting all the right spots ❤︎

Toji’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, creating loud squelching sounds, until you squirt ❤︎

Spanking your ass until he can see his hand print on the red cheek ❤︎

He’s been eating your cunt for hours, and he still hasn’t eased up! ❤︎

Grinding your cunt on Toji’s face ❤︎

Spanking your ass while fucking up into you ❤︎

Cuddling with Toji leads to something else ❤︎

Pic that gives Toji vibes <33

NANAMI♡

Holding your legs open as Nanami runs his tongue through your fold, drinking up your juices ❤︎

Coming back from a long day of work, only to find you still working. You wouldn’t mind if he enjoyed your body while you work? ❤︎

Eating you out in his car (I made a fic literally off this 😋) ❤︎

Watching his cock slide in and out to your pussy, glistening from your juices coating his cock ❤︎

Gently fucking you when it’s so early, pulling the sheets away form your warm body to cup your breasts ❤︎

Nanami thinks you look so sexy with your lacy panties, it’d be a shame to fully take it off you ❤︎

Kissing you while his cock slowly slides in and out of you ❤︎

Fondling your body up while your in the kitchen ❤︎

Gently tracing the curve of your body ❤︎

Fucking you like this with the intent of breeding you full ❤︎

Pic that gives Nanami vibes <33

GETO♡

Geto your eating your pussy slowly ❤︎

Pulling his cock out until only the tip is inside you then sinking his cat cock back inside your pussy ❤︎

Geto focusing on your hole, drinking up your juices ❤︎

Bending your back to make sure his cock hits all your sweet spots ❤︎

Cupping your cunt through your black panties❤︎

Geto not moving, watching how you fuck yourself on his cock ❤︎

Fucking you into the bed, keeping your head buried in the sheets ❤︎

Sitting on Geto’s face, letting him eagerly lap at your cunt ❤︎

Geto tying you up, rubbing your clit over and over until you cum ❤︎

Geto thinks you look so gorgeous in this position, he can see every emotion written on your face ❤︎

Pic that gives Geto vibes <33

SUKUNA♡

Pounding you into the couch, your moans muffled form your head buried on the couch ❤︎

Sukuna fingering you so fast, chuckling when he hears your chocked whimpers from him chocking you ❤︎

Trying to suck Sukuna cock, gagging from how deep his was in your throat ❤︎

Fucking you until your screaming into the couch ❤︎

Stand up sex ❤︎

Your ex couldn’t stop spamming your phone, you wouldn’t mind if Sukuna sent them a video? ❤︎

Sukuna letting you take charge for once, his hand resting on your hips ❤︎

You’ve been acting like a bart, and brats don’t get to cum, you only get to pleasure him ❤︎

You like using that toy so much, so how about Sukuna uses it on you? ❤︎

Moments where Sukuna is actually going slower than usual ❤︎

Pic that gives Sukuna vibes <33

CHOSO♡

Grinding on Choso face, feeling the vibrations run through your body as he moans into your cunt ❤︎

Holding Choso’s hand as you bounce on his cock ❤︎

Choso holding your tits as you grind yourself into his cock, his cock rubbing against your walls ❤︎

You’ve been acting so kind to Yuji, it makes Choso wonder how you would act like as a mother to your kids. You wouldn’t mind if Choso breed you up? ❤︎

Choso unable to hold back his moans as he watches you bounce on his cock ❤︎

Choso lazily licking at your clit ❤︎

Pumping his cock while kissing his lips ❤︎

Giving your tits some attention ❤︎

Sex with Choso after your wedding ❤︎

Placing a blindfold over your eyes ❤︎

Pic that gives Choso vibes <33

This is really good~ I super would not have noticed it was a first attempt at smut if you didn’t say anything.

It had me like⬇️

I love it💗 Teasing Satoru just have me like⬇️

Gojo Satoru x reader (smut, 18+ only, MDNI)

Your mouth trailed wet kisses along the side of his length, while pumping him softly. When you heard him sigh impatiently, you looked up and smirked as you kept teasing him.

"Y-Y/N the elevator will start working again we have to stop" his trembling voice was music to your ears and you paid no mind to his "complaining" as you kept twirling your tongue on his angrily red and swollen tip. He tried to muffle his moans in his hand, but he found himself grabbing a fist of your hair instead, urging you to keep going.

"Ah...this is s-so good" he whimpered and laid his head back on the elevator's wall. You took him in your mouth and started bombing your head up and down, while you made sure your tongue was still licking his tip. You could taste his cum as it was leaking out slowly from his tip and you kept going with the rhythm you knew he loved.

"If we get caught I'm blaming you" he tried to say through his whimpers, but as his body started shaking with pleasure and ecstacy, he felt like he was going to explode. The way you made him feel was incomparable. And as his was lost in his pleasure, you started playing with yourself, feeling getting wet just by the sight of Satoru's furrowed brows and his kissable mouth hanged open, silent moans escaping from it.

The moment he opened his eyes again and looked down at you to see you fingering yourself, he moaned loudly and his length twitched in your mouth.

"My goodness baby you look so pretty when you play with yourself like this" he groaned and he tried to fight the urge of having you spread out for him right now and eat you out like it was the last day on earth. Your mouth felt so good, taking his thick, veiny cock in while your warm tongue was licking everywhere.

"Hey guys are you ok? Don't worry we will fix it soon, just stay patient" a muffled voice said behind the closed door of the elevator, and you looked up at Satoru, expecting him to answer. He hardly could contain his whines as you continued taking him in your sweet mouth.

" y-yes Yes were fi-fuck" he whispered and grabbed your head, his hips jerking forward wanting to reach his high "fine! It's all good" he once again looked down at you, eyes burning with desire.

"Ok great" the man's hurried footsteps faded, indicating that he walked from the elevator door. You sucked Satoru's tip and he whimpered loudly, legs shaking and he tried to hide his flustered face from you.

"Oh look at you" you cooed "Weren't you the one saying that if we don't stay quite we'll get caught?" His cock was now in your head, pumping him faster as his suckable tip leaked more cum. You couldn't contain yourself and you licked it like it was a popsicle. He moaned at your movement and then he gave a hard stare, looking like he wanted to punish you for being so snarky with him.

"Put this mouth on good use sweetheart, cause you're going to make this worst for you after we finish from here" he said breathlessly and his hand reached out to grib your chin as he said "open". You opened and your mouth and he spitted in it, bringing your face closer to his thick shaft once more.

Satoru was very close and as he fisted your hair in his hands, he started moving his hips, making you choke a little. You were closer to your own orgasm too, as you kept fingering yourself, getting lost in the feeling of the pleasure.

He let out a hot moan and shot his load in your warm mouth, as you came from your high too. He pumped his length a few more times and you gladly welcomed every single drop.

Once you swallowed, he gently brought your body in his arms, holding you close and pampering you with kisses.

"You're ok sweetheart?" He pressed a kiss on your forehead and looked at you. You snuggled your head on the crook of his neck and held him tight.

"Hhmm" you hummed, feeling a little lightheaded from the pleasure. Then there was a sudden movement, and the elevator was working again. Once you got, Satoru grabbed you by your waist, bringing you close to him.

"You know I'm not done with you yet right?" He said and made your whole body shiver.

You were in for a long night that's for sure.

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FIRST SMUT POST 🙌 This is the first time I've attempted to write smut, and I can't tell if I'm satisfied with this or not, but I hope you enjoyed either way 🤭

Thanks for reading !!!!

my heart

— in which megumi accidentally calls gojo ‘dad,’ and it’s the most embarrassing moment of his life.

Sighing, you check your watch one last time before looking around for the familiar figure of your fiancé. He’d promised to pick you up from the station, but Gojo Satoru is nowhere to be seen, and he’s almost ten minutes late.

Typical.

You move to pull out your phone, but decide against it when you hear a series of honks and the screeching of tires. Sighing again, you readjust your grip on the strap of your bag as a sleek black car pulls into a no park zone a few feet away from you.

“I know I’m late, but before you lecture me, let me show you why!” Gojo exclaims, as he gets out of his car, not even bothering to shut the door. He’s holding something behind his back, and you have a few horrifying flashbacks to the last time he’d been late for something. It’d been date night, and instead of flowers, he’d brought you a passed out teenager that he’d told you had swallowed Sukuna’s finger.

This time, he proudly thrusts a trophy into your hands. “Did you win little league while I was away?”

“Not since a long time ago, sweets. Read the inscription!”

“‘Best teacher ever,” you read, glancing up at him in confusion.

“I made three,” he informs you giddily. “One for you, one for me, and later we’re going to break into Nanami’s apartment to put his on his nightstand!”

You make a mental note to text Nanami as Gojo slings an arm around your shoulders, smacking a loud, wet kiss onto your temple as he walks you towards his illegally parked car. “So,” you ask, “what did our students almost die trying to do this time?”

“Actually, Yaga just told me that they all exorcised special grade curses! Can you believe it? Our students!”

You draw back to stare up at him. “During the Yasohachi mission? The one where Ijichi specifically told them to retreat?” You’re gone for a week and your students are going rogue (according to Nitta and Ijichi’s panicked explanations). Gojo’s eyes widen when you hesitate, but your pride in your students quickly overshadows any worry, and you can’t help but smile. “That’s amazing!”

“Get this,” Gojo adds, practically bouncing with excitement as he yanks the passenger door open for you. “Megumi even exorcised a special grade finger-bearing curse all by himself, and he did it by getting a domain expansion up. I mean, it was incomplete and Itadori and Kugisaki found him passed out under the bridge right after, but he’s alive!”

“He’s been working really hard on that, I’m impressed. Is he okay though?”

“He’s fine, just has a minor concussion.” Gojo assures you, taking your bag and gently nudging your into the car. “I talked to Shoko, and she said he’s been recovering in his room for the past week.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Well, before we break into Nanami’s apartment, can we stop by the school and check in with the students?”

“Absolutely,” he agrees, tossing your bag into the back (he’s definitely paying for the expensive crunch that you guess is your iPad) and sliding into the driver’s seat. “We’ve got to give them these!”

He reaches across your lap to open the glovebox, revealing three plaques that read ‘Best student ever!’

_____

“Fushiguro Megumiiiiiii!” Gojo calls, as you approach the boy’s dorm room.

“Keep your voice down,” you hiss, grabbing his wrist before he can bang on the door. “He has a concussion, baby.”

“It’s minor, and it’s been a week. The kid’s got a thick skull, he’s basically fine,” he scoffs, wrenching the door open before you can stop him.

Megumi is sitting up against his headboard, a bored look on his face as Kugisaki and Itadori stand on either side of his bed. Only Megumi acknowledges you both with a nod.

Itadori cowers as if he wasn’t the vessel of the King of Curses. “Kugisaki, for the last time, I didn’t know it was your leftover yakitori!”

Kugisaki looks like she’s seconds away from putting a nail through his forehead. “The box had my name on it, idiot, how could you not have known?”

“I was just so hungry I didn’t look!”

“Okay!” Gojo claps, tugging a shrieking Itadori out of the way when Kugisaki lunges at him. “Kugisaki, at least wait until after he’s consumed all of the fingers to kill him. You’ll have plenty more reasons to fuel your rage by then.”

“Don’t worry, Gojo will buy you more yakitori,” you say, patting the girl’s tense shoulders as your fiancé makes a confused noise.

“I will?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “After he and I make a...delivery, he’s going to buy us all dinner to celebrate an amazing milestone! We’re so proud of you guys.”

“I mean, you all almost died but you didn’t, and I like to think that it’s all due to our amazing training! So here!” Gojo announces, handing out the engraved plaques, humming ‘pomp and circumstance.’ “From two out of the three best teachers ever!”

“Thank you!” Itadori and Kugisaki grin, hugging their plaques close to their chests.

Even Megumi smiles a little, quietly running a finger over the lacquered edge of the plaque.

You take a seat at Megumi’s side, wrapping an arm around him. “How’s your head?”

“Good,” he tells you. “Just waiting for Shoko to clear me for training again.”

“I heard you got a domain expansion up,” Gojo says, sitting on his other side and ruffling his hair. “I’m seriously so proud of you.”

“Thanks, dad.”

Megumi’s cheeks immediately turn pink when he realizes what he’s said.

Gojo’s hand freezes in Megumi’s hair, and your mouth falls open a little. Kugisaki looks like she’s seconds away form busting out laughing.

“Did you just call Gojo-sensei...dad?” Itadori gasps loudly.

“No...”

“You did,” Kugisaki argues, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “You said, ‘thanks, dad.’”

“No, I didn’t,” Megumi insists, but his face is getting redder by the second. “Shut up!”

“Awe, ‘gumi!” Gojo wails, snapping out of his state of shock to wrap the boy in a hug. “You’re the best kid ever!”

Megumi squirms like a cat trying to escape its overaffectionate owner. “Get off me! I don’t like you!”

Gojo just holds him tighter. “Because you love me?”

“No!” He shoots you a pleading look, one you haven’t been able to resist since he was six. “Sensei, make him stop.”

“Don’t you mean...mom?” Itadori teases, Kugisaki snickering behind him.

That seems to be the last straw, because Megumi tears himself out of his guardian’s grasp, lunging at his classmate. The sound of hands slapping skin echo through the room as they tumble to the ground, shirt collars gripped, concussions forgotten. Megumi’s growling, Itadori’s laughing, and Kugisaki cheering.

“We did a good job,” Gojo murmurs fondly, shuffling over to wrap an arm around your waist and place a lingering kiss to the top of your head. You lean into him, sighing as you watch your students beat each other up.

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “We really did.”

You feel him shift against you, and you tilt your head up to see mesmerizing blue eyes admiring you behind tinted shades. He gently grasps your chin, kissing you slow and sweet.

“Ew, Fushiguro! Tell your parents to cool it with the PDA!”

“Shut up, Kugisaki!”

BONUS

“Why are we outside of Nanami’s apartment?” Itadori questions, trying to ignore the rumbling in his stomach.

“Some idiots are looking to get their shit rocked,” Megumi answers with a sigh.

“Well, I hope Nanami-san does it fast,” Kugisaki whines. “I’m starving.”

Meanwhile, Gojo betrays your one rule of ‘don’t touch anything, Satoru,’ in favour of switching around a few books and taping a printed selfie onto the fridge.

“We’ll be long gone by the time he gets here,” Gojo reasons, taking a huge bite out of what looks like a fresh loaf of bread, and swapping the contents of the canisters labelled ‘salt’ and ‘sugar.’ “Not like he’s going to pop out of no where all like ‘Gojo, what are you doing?’”

Your fiancé, the strongest sorcerer alive, doubles over and laughs at his own terrible Nanami impression, and you question all your life choices.

“Let’s just put the trophy in his room and get out of here. The kids are hungry,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes.

You manage to place the trophy, but you don't get to leave before Gojo drags you into the home office to write ‘Satoru wuz here’ on the pad of sticky notes, and adjusts the lumbar support on the desk chair.

“Hey, hey, let’s fuck on his desk or something!”

“Oh my god, no,” you hiss, trying to stop him from sweeping everything of the executive looking desk. “We have to go before he gets home from work—”

The lights flick on, and it’s with mild horror that you see Nanami Kento looming in the doorway, the vein in his forehead visible and throbbing.

“Gojo, what are you doing?”

彡𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 || 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Of course I am. And do you wanna know a bad habit of yours?”

“Hm?” Satoru’s gentle breath hit the back of your neck as the tall man stood behind you, staring down at the lettuce and tomatoes that you were chopping up on a cutting board. “A bad habit? Didn’t think I had any.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “You have a few. One of them being that you don’t believe in personal space. I mean, it’s kinda crazy that you can keep anything and everything from touching you, yet you act like you’ll die if you’re more than ten feet away from me.”

“I don’t see the problem, sweetheart.”

“That nickname. That nickname is part of the problem right there. I’m not your sweetheart. We’re just friends as far as I’m concerned, so, yeah, it pisses me off a little when we’re in public together and someone approaches me, and you start hovering around me and holding my hand like we’re dating when we’re not.”

As your sharp knife sliced through the vegetable — a particularly frustrated slice as well, as Satoru saw you grip the knife even harder and apply more unnecessary force — Satoru stepped closer, pressing his body against your backside, and thus, pushing you against the kitchen island.

“Is that really a problem?” He whispered. “Can you blame me for wanting to be close to you all the time? You’re just so . . .”

He couldn’t finish speaking. Not when he was completely overwhelmed by the way your body felt against his, and your sweet scent nearly drove him crazy — he no longer wanted dinner. He had an appetite for something else now.

“You can cook later,” Satoru reached around you and grabbed the knife out of your hands, placed it on the wooden cutting board, and slid all of it away.

Then, he placed his hands on your hips.

“And I think you and I both know that we’re more than friends,” Satoru said. “You’re mine.”

“Well, you’ve never made that clear,” you mumbled, and while your words were spoken just slightly above a whisper, it was enough for Satoru to lean you over across the kitchen island and press his clothed dick against your ass.

Even through the material of his pants and your skirt, you could feel his need; his cock was hard enough to make you gasp when you felt it.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru smirked slightly. “I’ll make it clear to you right now, I promise.”

His long fingers lifted your skirt and hooked around your underwear, pulling them down until they were left to dangle around your knees.

He ran his large hands across your ass. Across the back of your thighs. Across your back. Any place he could touch.

Lowering his head, he finally dove in like a starving man, eating you out sloppily from behind as you were left to do nothing but moan his name and grip the edges of the kitchen island.

His tongue repeatedly licked at your clit. He moaned at the sweet taste of it, and as he so desperately wanted to suck on your little button for hours upon hours and taste your cum all over his tongue, it was no surprise to know why he never believed in personal space. You were just that irresistible.

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pretty babies – gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: idk about yall but I love me some drunk gojo

satoru never drinks, but when he does, ohoho, you’re in for quite the ride.

today was one of the days when he was less of a chaotic handful but more of an emotional mess who apparently can’t even remember his own wife. you sip on your drink, ignoring the drunk satoru leaning on the bar.

he slurs his words as he tries to flirt, “you’re sooo pretty, y’know that?”

you nod with a hum and give him no further reaction. in situations like these, you figured out that letting him go all out until he is tired and sleepy is the best solution. it really is like treating a baby.

thankfully, after many years of being in the presence of one gojo satoru, you’ve built up some patience.

he rests his head on the counter and he looks up at you, eyes wide and in awe, “I bet,” he hiccups and it is followed by a silly little giggle, “we’d make superrrr cute babies! like all round and chubby and we’d much on their cheeks like…mochi! yes! mochi…now I am hungry.”

a smirk makes an appearance on your face as you glance at satoru who is blabbering about building a family with you and spoiling you rotten.

a little teasing won’t harm anyone. so you quip, “you know,” and his attention is already on you, “you already gave me three super cute babies.”

his mouth is wide open in disbelief as he sits up, “no way!”

“yup! And they’re waiting at home for us.”

his eyes crinkle because of his wide grin, “really?!” he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, “you got photos?! please tell me that you do!” and he switches to a pout so quickly, it gives you whiplash.

however, you gladly pull out your phone and show him the multitude of photos you have.

ones ranging from him being in a crib to help the youngest one sleep to ones with two of the three kids ganging up on him and him desperately calling for your help. satoru goes through every single photo, head on your shoulder and cheek squished.

he is silent throughout it all and when he is done, he looks up at you, “so that means that you’re my wife?”

you nod and your fingers, naturally, find their place on his head. he feels a little shiver of satisfaction before he smiles, one lovesick and silly smile, “I really hit the jackpot.”

you laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I guess you did.”

so you take him back home where the kids are already asleep. satoru crashes on the bed right away, steady breaths filling the room. slowly, you take your place beside him and you feel his arms wrap around you.

he pulls you closer and buries his face in your hair. and you close your eyes, letting yourself be lulled to the land of dreams.

when you do wake up, you’re greeted by satoru literally on top of you and deep in sleep. you would like to let him sleep more especially since he looks so comfortable, but you’re going to suffocate at this rate. so you pat his back lightly, “satoru, honey, wake up.”

he groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of ‘five more minutes’.

not budging? then fine, you decide. you take as deep of a breath as you can then call for your kids, “who will help mama?!”

it’s quiet and you can feel satoru smirking against your skin. it looks like he won, but then a bunch of footsteps are heard and it’s your turn to smirk.

your husband lifts his head to glare at you—of course, not without sporting one of his famous pouts.

the door is then slammed open and your eldest son is there, “WHO DARES HURT OUR MAMA?!”

he gasps, very dramatically like a certain someone, and points at his dad, “PAPA?! you’re suffocating mama!”

“again?!” your daughter pops up from behind her brother, staring at her dad in disbelief.

they both stand beside your bed glaring at him and he glares back, the three of them forgetting why you called for your kids in the first place. so you do them a favor and remind them, “satoru…I AM GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!”

satoru is pulled  back by his shirt and your kids take turns in—trying—to beat him up. you get up, greedily breathing air till you’re satisfied. you ignore the screams of your husband until you’re done with your morning routine.

luckily enough, when you got out of the bathroom, you found no one except your husband.

laying on the ground.

presumably dead.

with a bunch of drawings on his face and his hair contained with multiple hair bands.

you snap a picture of him very quickly then you sit on the ground next to his corpse. you poke his butt and he groans, making you giggle, “what happened to the strongest sorcerer?”

he turns towards you with a small frown, “his pretty wife didn’t kiss him good morning so he had no energy to fight,” his head snaps towards the two tiny figures giggling behind the door, “these monsters.”

they squeal and run away once again before he ctaches them.

you gently take the hair bands off, “you’re lucky that our youngest devil is still asleep,” you then smooth down his hair and pat his head, “I love the smiley faces on your cheeks.”

he whines and rests his head on your shoulder, “stop bullying me!”

you hum and stroke his hair, “you know, you did something pretty cute yesterday.”

“I am always cute; what’re you talking about?”

“you flirted with me, your wife, and said we would make ‘super cute!’ babies,” you reveal and satoru seems unbothered. in fact, he seems proud and very happy with himself so you continue, “so I had to remind you of our three little devils and then I showed you pictures.”

he stands up, posing all confidently, “what can I say? I excel at everything even being cute—“

“then you cried like a little baby when I showed you my picture post labor and kept apologizing.”

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Mini Gojo

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 555 Synopsis: You dress up your baby like a miniature of Gojo Masterlist

You carefully adjusted the miniature blindfold on your baby's face, trying not to laugh at how ridiculously cute they looked. Dressed in a tiny jujutsu uniform that you had custom-made, complete with a tiny pair of sunglasses perched on the neck of the uniform, your baby resembled a pint-sized version of Satoru Gojo himself.

With a grin, you carried your little bundle of joy into the living room where Gojo was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book. As you entered the room, he looked up, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.

"Hey, babe," you said with a playful tone, "look who's here to say hi!"

Gojo blinked, momentarily speechless as he took in the sight of your baby dressed up like him. Slowly, a wide grin spread across his face, and he sat up, setting his book aside.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he exclaimed, reaching out to gently lift the baby into his arms. "A little mini-me, huh? I must say, they've got excellent taste in fashion."

You chuckled as Gojo held the baby up, examining the tiny sunglasses and the miniature blindfold with amusement. Your baby gurgled happily, reaching out to grab at Gojo's white hair, much to his amusement.

"Looks like we've got a little troublemaker on our hands," Gojo remarked, ruffling the baby's tuft of hair affectionately. "But that's okay. With a sense of style like this, they're definitely my kid."

You watched fondly as Gojo interacted with your baby, his usual carefree demeanor melting away into something softer and more tender. It was moments like these that made your heart swell with love for both of them.

As the afternoon stretched on, you found yourself snapping pictures of Gojo and the baby, capturing every precious moment. From Gojo making funny faces to the baby's delighted giggles, it was a memory you wanted to cherish forever.

Eventually, the baby started to grow tired, their eyelids drooping as they snuggled against Gojo's chest. Sensing their exhaustion, Gojo rose from the couch, cradling the baby in his arms.

"I think it's time for our little one to take a nap," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead. "But don't worry, we'll have plenty more adventures together, won't we?"

With a smile, you followed Gojo as he carried the baby to their nursery, tucking them into their crib with gentle hands. As Gojo watched over the sleeping baby, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the wonderful man by your side.

"Thank you for being such an amazing dad," you whispered, wrapping your arms around Gojo from behind. "Our baby is lucky to have you."

Gojo turned to look at you, his eyes shining with love and affection. "And I'm lucky to have both of you," he replied, pulling you close for a tender kiss.

As you stood together in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet sounds of your sleeping baby, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be – with the two people who filled your life with endless joy and love.

And as you watched Gojo place a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead, you couldn't help but think that there was nothing more precious in the world than this – your little family, together forever.

gojo x reader somnophilia; noncon, where the reader doesn't agree to do it while she's asleep? but gojo can't keep promises so he does it without his consent?? :3

TOUCH IN THE DARK

Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, non/con, somnophilia, nipple play, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, use of nicknames, raw sex (cumming inside)

wc - 1.5k

ART NOT MINE !

"Stop being so touchy,"  you say, slapping his hands away.

Gojo chuckles softly. “Sorry, I just can't keep my hands off you, pretty girl.” His arms encircle you as he presses his body up against yours. His lips brush against your skin, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

He releases you, pouting angrily, saying, "You never let me touch you."

You sigh as he lets go of you.

“Please,” His voice is a mixture of pleading and anger, and your mind is telling you to let him touch you. That would be the best thing to do in this moment. Instead, you reply, "No"

His face lights up with anger when you turn down his advances. His eyes pierce through you, demanding that you allow him to touch you. With his head tilt and eyes fixed on yours, he utters the simple words, "I will touch you when you are sleeping if you don't let me touch you."

"Don't even think of it", you give him a death glare.

He laughs ominously. As he speaks, he raises his face directly above yours. "Who's going to stop me, hm?"

"I WILL"

He's still staring down at you, laughing, his intense gaze never leaving you, he says: "Fine, I will not.. If you at least let me kiss you."

"Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybeeeeeeeeeeeeee someday" You say, smirking, pushing his buttons.

His face turns into a playful pout. "Maybe?.." He lifts your chin with his finger, and you feel his hot breath on your neck. "Just maybe?"

Once more, you smacked his hand off. "yes maybe"

He removes his hand and massages the spot you struck. "You're such a tease."

It's like 2:47 a.m. Time has passed since you had the conversation with Satoru, and now you're fast asleep.

Your body shifts in the sheets as you feel somebody's hands on your body. You immediately get up and yell, "Didn't I tell you not to do this?"

"Fine, fine, I got caught," he says, turning his back to you as you both go back to sleep again.

Time travels to late at night, when you are soundly asleep.

Satoru's strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you tightly against a muscular chest. Gojo's deep voice whispers softly in your ear, "I can't resist anymore, my dear Y/N. Please let me fuck you."

He kisses the back of your neck gently before slowly moving his hands inside your tee, exploring your delicate, sensitive skin. His fingers trace the outline of your curves, feeling the warmth of your skin. His erection presses firmly against your backside, demanding release he hasn't allowed himself in so long.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, his hands travel to your breasts. He discovers you are not wearing bra, he squeezes them gently; whispering, "Y/N, I need you tonight. Whether you wake up or not, I'll have you."

Your eyebrows frown in sleep.

His grip tightens on your waist, and his breath hitches. As his fingers brush over your nipples, he whispers, "You look so powerless when you're in deep sleep."

His lips trail down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Satoru growls, "You don't even push me away now."

He pinches your nipple gently. He is so sure that you are not going to be awake anytime soon. He releases a frustrated growl, his cock throbbing painfully.

"I've wanted this for too long, Y/N." He murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

He carefully pushes your t-shirt up. He shifts himself, placing your arms around his neck, his soft white hair brushing your chest as he stands beside the bed, gently striding his tongue against your nipple, causing your body to twitch slightly and your nipples to harden.

"Nooo.. Don't wake up.. sh sh sleep, my baby, keep sleeping, mhm."

Your movements die out as he exhales, his breath hitting your half-hard nipples and making them erect again. A dreamy expression clouds his face as he reaches down to play with your clad clit, watching as your breathing shallows and your hips buck subconsciously. Seeing this, he swiftly pulls your underwear off, revealing your wet honeypot.

As he gazes upon your wet, pink flesh, desire courses through him like wildfire. With a fierce determination, he slides two fingers inside you, stretching you impossibly wide. Your slit grips his digits hungrily, demanding more. He cannot resist the urge to thrust deeper, grinning wickedly at your responsiveness. Your innocence is no match for him, consumed by his fiery passion.

You stir in sleep as your stomach feels weird.

Gojo quickly pulls his finger out, hoping you will wake up and swear at him but you did nothing.

"Damn you," he whispers under his breath, struggling to keep calm. The scent of your arousal lingers in the air, driving him insane. Sweat trickles down his temples as he wrestles with indecision. Eventually, he decides to taste you while stroking himself. He is glad you are still sleeping. Gently, Satoru parts your thighs and licks your clit, slowly dragging his tongue along the length of your slit while stroking his hardened cock.

Your body shudders in reaction, and your breathing is becoming increasingly erratic. Despite the situation, it seems that you are beginning to respond positively. Gojo continues to tease your core, reveling in the way your hips rise to meet him. With every flick of his tongue, he pushes you closer to climax.

Your legs grip his tightly, forcing more of his tongue inside your gummy walls.

A satisfied growl escapes him, and he increases the intensity of his assault. Flickering faster, he teases your bundle of nerves, determined to take you over the edge. Your soft moan escapes your lips.

He quickly stops thinking you are awake now, but seeing your peacefully sleeping face makes him sigh in relief.

"It looks like you're in deep sleep, princess. Gotta take advantage of the situation." With that, he positions himself to enter you.

"Just the tip, and I'm going to cum." Taking a deep breath, Satoru slowly sinks his tip into you, his shaft stretching your walls wide open.

You gasp lightly, yet remain asleep. He pauses briefly, relishing the feeling of his tip being buried within you.

"Shit, I want to go further in." Slowly, he begins to force more of himself into your abused hole. "Aah~ So good, so warm, so tight.. mhm," gojo moans in pleasure.

The sensation of something being inserted into you makes your eyes shut open.

Satoru freezes, realisation dawning upon him, but he does not withdraw.

"SATORU WHAT'S THIS?!!", using one leg you push him against his abs.

"It's just a dream, Y/N. Go back to sleep," he pries himself off your leg, holding them firmly as he stops moving further inside you.

You try to get up, but he pushes you onto the bed.

"Please, Y/N, I need this so much." With that, he pushes himself fully inside you.

"F-fuckk!" you scream in pain and pleasure. "Please complete it fast."

Satoru's eyes flare in response to your plea. He thrusts into you with urgency, hitting your spot repeatedly. Pleasure washes over you as you cry out, your nails digging into his broad back.

He claims your mouth in a desperate kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before releasing it.

"You shouldn't have asked me to move faster; now you'll get what you deserve," he groans.

Each thrust becomes harder and faster. You gasp for air, panting heavily beneath him. He pounds into you, your wetness coating his shaft with every stroke. Savouring the way your muscles clench and release around him, Satoru becomes increasingly aggressive..

"Ah, please. Satoruu. I am going to cum", you cry out.

"It feels good, hah?! Mmm~ yes, yes, cum for me!" he roars, spurring you on.

Finally, you shatter into an orgasm, your inner walls milking him as you call out his name. He follows suit moments later, burying himself deep within your core and riding out his own climax.

When your bodies cool down afterwards, Gojo rolls to the side to catch his breath, leaving you panting and satisfied.

"You are so stubborn", you say still panting.

Satoru chuckles, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "It's true, Y/N. But you are stubborn."

He pulls you close, wrapping his arm around your waist, and rests his chin on top of your head. "You are not resisting my touch anymore. Does that mean I can touch you more often now?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," you struggle in his grip.

"Chill, I was just joking," he says, kissing the top of your head. Despite your protests, you eventually drift off, your heart beating steadily against his chest, knowing that playing hard to get is always successful.

Hiiii i really like reading some angst stuffs so heres my idea loll!

What about reader never felt like they were ever loved romantically and has been quite the loner for a while. So, to have Gojo confess to the reader has reader confused, but quite happy, but will soon find out that its a dare and Gojo only has the end of the year to make reader date him! (Just say the current month is near december loll)

But as time goes by, Gojo starts to actually have feelings for reader and suddenly reader overheard their convo of Gojo with his friends about the dare...

(PLS IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC THISIS ONE OF MY FIRST TIMES REQUESTING SMTHHH. BTW YOU CAN CHANGE THE GOJO TO ANYONE ELSE :3AND ALSO YOU CAN CHOOSE WETHER TO HAVE COMFORT OR NAH. AND THANKS FOR GIVING YOUR TIME TO READ THIS HAVE A NICE DAYY)

-🍰

Sypnosis - Gojo was already known to be a heartbreaker, but you didn't stop to think for a second that maybe -- just maybe -- he was trying to break your heart too.

Warning(s) - mature themes, foul language, Gojo is a MAJOR dick in this one, angst

Word Count - 3.1k

A/N - Hi Anon! (STOP IM CRYING I LOVE EMOJI ANONS SO MUCH) So you made the mistake of giving me an angst prompt while also saying that I could maybe add comfort. I will be doing no such thing. Kisses!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Satoru Gojo was, by every single standard, a lady’s man.  

And you, by every single standard, were the complete opposite of every man’s “ideal type”. 

How you managed to find yourself in a situation where you told others, “I’m dating Satoru Gojo,” felt like a fever dream constructed by the hardest drug.  

The way in which he asked you out was — well — Satoru Gojo. A grand white banner with your name scrawled into it, underneath it the words: Go out with me?  

Of course you accepted, though you were thoroughly confused. You had always been an observer from the shadows, not emerging unless it was absolutely necessary.  

To have the Satoru Gojo ask you out in front of a gaggle of people was off putting — and certainly not anything that you had expected.  

But none of that stopped you from saying yes, which made the snowy-haired male’s smile widen three times in size — if that was even possible.  

“C’mon Satoru, it’s an easy 2,500 Yen,” Geto says, a sly smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward as he leans over the back of the couch. 

Gojo sighs, jutting out his bottom lip as one of his hands busies itself with running through his hair. It wasn’t a terrible bet — even though the payoff didn’t exactly feel worth it.  

“2,500 Yen to ask her out?” Gojo confirms, turning his head and glancing over the rims of his glasses. Geto smirks again, turning his phone and flashing a picture of you at Gojo, just to make sure that he would be asking out the right person. 

“2,500 Yen,” Geto nods. Gojo sighs, his body slumping forward dramatically. Geto grins again, watching his best friend crack down — no way was he turning down a bet that he could easily secure. 

“Fine, you have a deal,” Gojo holds his hand out, failing to hold back the smirk that curls his mouth upward as Geto slaps his hand against Gojo’s. 

The two shake on it, and the bet is made. 

But, of course, you were oblivious to all of that. You believed that, for the very first time, someone looked at you in a way that wasn’t strictly platonic. Someone loved you — really, truly loved you. 

And what an extravagant partner Gojo was, buying you small trinkets that he believed you would like, taking you to restaurants that you had looked at on the street for a moment too long — he had even forced himself to learn how to ice skate because you mentioned offhandedly that it would be nice to skate with someone.  

For the first time in a very long time, you felt connected to someone. Conversations flowed so easily between you both, never forced or uncomfortable. It was as if you had known each other your entire lives.  

Gojo knew that it was fake — you thought it was truly real.  

< … > 

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Gojo calls out with a flashy wave of his arm. Once you’re in reach of him, he latches onto you, nose nuzzling into your hair. 

You let out a startled squeak at the force of his body against yours, but immediately loosen up and return his embrace, snuggling as deeply as you can into his arms.  

“Satoru!” you laugh out breathlessly, squeezing his shoulders as he lifts you from the ground, easily spinning the both of you in a circle. “You act like you haven’t seen me in years.” 

Gojo rolls his eyes dramatically, setting you down but keeping his arms locked around your waist. He gaze meets yours through the darkened lenses of his glasses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.  

“Oh god, I know that look,” you mutter teasingly, which earns you an affectionate pinch to your side — one that you swat him away for.  

“You wound me,” Gojo sasses back, releasing you only to place a hand flat against his chest as if he had been stabbed. You roll your eyes, laughing breathily at his antics.  

“What do you want to do tonight? It’s date night,” you remind him, watching as his face breaks into a bright smile. He reaches for you again, lifting your hand and twirling you around before he tugs you to his chest. 

“I was thinking-“ he begins in a sing-song tone. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he quickly leans in to peck. “-we go to the movies, get some cheap froyo, and crash in your dorm.” 

You smile at him, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him. 

“Yes please!” 

< … > 

“The movies? Froyo? God, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re falling for her,” Geto mocks the motion of throwing up, earning a laugh from the snowy-haired boy that stands next to him.  

Gojo rolls his eyes, catching the basketball that Geto throws at his chest. He bounces it once against the ground before taking a shot, smirking as it swishes inaudibly into the basket.  

“I want her to at least believe it,” Gojo responds with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. Geto rolls his eyes, biting back the chuckle that rises in his throat. “What? I’m not lying.” 

“No, I know you’re not lying,” Geto bends to pick up the abandoned basketball, bouncing it against the ground and taking a shot of his own — which misses. 

“So then why the sudden comment?” 

“Because of the look in your eyes whenever someone mentions her or whenever you see her,” Geto says plainly, turning to cross his arms at Gojo.  

He purses his lips together, eyebrows pinching in confusion as he silently urges Geto to continue. How he looks at you? 

Geto sighs through his nose, then lifting his fingers to pinch at its bridge. The basketball is long abandoned now, rolling into the center of the gym and remaining there.  

“Every time she calls out to you with that — stupid nickname, you brighten up like a dog who’s seeing his owner,” Geto points out. Gojo can feel the tips of his ears burn red at that — because even he knew that it was true. 

“Toru! There you are!” you call out affectionately, crossing the training fields and practically jumping into Gojo’s awaiting arms. 

He smiles warmly as your face nestles into the junction between his neck and shoulder, breathing in the familiarity of your scent and holding you close to him. 

“That isn’t true,” he murmurs, scratching at the back of his neck. Geto stands still for a moment, staring at Gojo with a look that could easily slaughter an entire town.  

“No? How about when she made you lunch that one time?” Geto raises his eyebrow — his eyes visually calling bullshit as Gojo’s cheeks burn the same shade of red as his ears.  

“Ta-da!” you smile widely as you present Gojo with the intricately put-together bento box. He takes it from your hands, allowing his fingers to brush against your own for a moment too long — an action that brought a light blush to your cheeks.  

He smiles down at the bento you had prepared for him, feeling his heart swell at the idea that someone cared enough about him to sit down and put so much thought into preparing him a lunch. Gojo is quick to then lean in, pecking your cheek and smiling widely at the dark red hue that coats your face. 

“That’s…different,” Gojo tries to argue, but Geto is quick to call out his bluff, laughing loudly in his friend’s face and striding towards the center of the gym to retrieve the abandoned basketball. He bends, scooping it into his palms and bouncing it twice against the ground.  

“Oh, I’m sure that it is,” Geto rolls his eyes, twisting his body and shooting the basketball — already displaying annoyance when it misses yet again.  

Gojo sighs, the puff of air he releases blowing his bangs from his face. He watches as Geto goes to retrieve the basketball, bouncing it once before roughly checking it to Gojo.  

“Careful Satoru, I wouldn’t want you to fall for her,” Geto teases, feeling himself smirk as Gojo’s hands catch the basketball. The snowy-haired male rolls his eyes in response, bouncing the ball. 

“That won’t happen, trust me,” Gojo bites back, not failing to notice the knowing glint in Geto’s eyes.  

“Sure it won’t.” 

< … > 

Hey! I’m at the theatre, where are you? 

READ 

Satoru? 

READ 

I’m just assuming you’re running late, just text me when you’re here! 

DELIVERED 

Puffing out the air that you held in your cheeks, you stow your phone away into your pocket, eyes silently scanning the front entrance of the theatre. Maybe you missed him? No, there was no tuft of snowy-white hair anywhere in the crowd — surely he was just running late.  

You shuffle on your feet, adjusting the small bag that you had brought with you. The interior is stuffed with snacks that both you and Gojo enjoyed — including his favorite from the local convenience store. You smile to yourself, already picturing the wide smile that would cross his face when you presented him with the snacks.  

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, which you all but dive for with a speed that feels almost inhuman. You stare down at the illuminated screen, heart deflating as you realize it’s only a message from your mother, checking in and asking you how your date with Gojo was going.  

Lifting a shaky hand to your eyes, you wipe away the tears that cling to your bottom lash line. You text your mother back, lying to her about the state of the date and pushing your phone back into your pockets. You glance back down at your open purse, blinking back your tears at the sight of the snacks — what a waste. 

< … >  

“Sato—“ 

You pause just outside of the classroom doors, resting your palms against the sliding door and peering curiously inside. Your eyebrows pinch together, eyes narrowing as you listen intently to the conversation shared between Gojo and Geto, both of whom seemed to be in the middle of — maybe — arguing with one another.  

“How much longer am I keeping this up for?” Gojo all but whines, leaning back in the seat that he was occupying, his feet propped up on the desk as he releases an annoyed huff.  

Geto chuckles, rubbing a hand over his face as he sits on the desk directly in front of Gojo, folding his legs over one another and smirking down at his best friend. Gojo sighs, blowing his bangs out of his face as he leans forward, his sunglasses slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.  

“Why? Getting bored?” Geto raises an eyebrow at Gojo, lifting his arms to cross them firmly over his chest. Gojo rolls his eyes yet again, releasing a deepened sigh that only has Geto releasing the chuckle that he had been holding in.  

“I’m getting tired,” Gojo mocks a dramatic yawn, throwing his arms into the air and leaning back in his chair. Geto raises an eyebrow at the answer, curious now. 

“Tired?” 

“Exhausted. I don’t think you understand Suguru, she’s so desperately clingy and just — I can’t keep up with it,” Gojo explains in exasperation, rubbing his hands over his face and digging his fingers into the skin of this temples, rubbing them in slow circles.  

You feel your heart crack the more that Gojo speaks — listening quietly as he lists off all of the things that he seemingly hates about you. Your eyes burn with tears, and suddenly every ounce of love that you ever felt for Gojo seep out of you in waves. 

Had he felt that way about you the whole time? 

“Hey, you were the one that said yes. You could’ve dropped the bet,” Geto shrugs his shoulders, an action that earns him an annoyed kick from Gojo.  

“It’s 2,500 Yen. I’m not saying no to that,” Gojo reminds his friend, waving a finger in his face. Geto chuckles breathily, but pauses at an unfamiliar sound — a choked cry. His head whips around in an attempt to locate the source of the sound, feeling his heart drop to the deepest depths of his stomach at the sight of a retreating figure by the classroom's doors.  

Gojo follows Geto's wandering gaze, eyebrows knitting together in confusion at the sudden change in his friend's facial expression. "Shit." Is all that Geto says before he moves to the door, peering out of it just in time to see your figure turn the farthest corner of the hallway – then vanishing.  

Geto's eyes flicker to meet Gojo's as the latter leans his chin onto Geto's shoulder, staring at the spot that you had just disappeared from.  

"What happened?" Gojo inquires curiously, not failing to notice the way that Geto's spine stands as stiff as cardboard. The dark-haired male swallows the lump in his throat – they were both royally fucked.  

"We're fucked." 

< ... >  

"There, there, c'mon (Y/N), don't let this--" 

"He lied to me!" You rub your hands roughly over your tear-filled eyes, feeling your chest tighten as you look away from Utahime's concerned gaze. Her eyebrows furrow together in worry, eyes silently taking you in as you curl into yourself.  

She would be lying if she said that she wasn't downright pissed at what Gojo had done to you. After listening to your tearful ramble about what you heard, any and all respect that she had for her snowy-haired classmate went completely out of the window. 

Not that there was much respect there in the first place.  

"So how much of what he said did he actually mean?" Your voice is a broken cry, trembling in a way that has Utahime reaching out to comfortingly lace her fingers with your own.  

"I don't know," she whispers in response, not knowing how to help you. You turn your head away from her, sniffing and wiping your nose with the cloth of your sleeve. "I'm sorry (Y/N)." 

You shake your head, breath trembling as you grip at your knees. You screw your eyes shut, still seeing his affectionate smile behind your eyelids – you wish that you could forget it completely. You can still feel him too; you can feel his arms wrapped around you and his lips as they press affectionately to your cheek.  

You begin to wonder how much effort he actually put into your dates, you begin to wonder if his affectionate touches were genuine, you begin to wonder if it was him writing his text messages out or if it was someone else entirely. Did he ever care about you? 

"Hey." 

You glance up at Utahime, sniffling quietly as she reaches a hand out, laying her palm against your cheek and thumbing away the stray tears that roll down your cheeks. Her heart breaks at the sight of you – but her heart also yells angrily at the idea that Gojo would toy with you for a measly 2,500 Yen.  

She knew that he was an asshole – everyone did. But she didn't think he was that big of an asshole.  

"How about me and you go out? I'll even text Mei Mei and Shoko," Utahime offers, smiling again at you. You sniffle, cheeks reddened by your tears. Your eyes are puffy, lashes still wet with tears that take their sweet time in dripping down your face.  

"Can we stay in instead?"  

Utahime nods, smiling again at you. Her arms extend, wrapping around you and tugging you into her chest, squeezing affectionately at you. You sink into her embrace, face pressed comfortably into her shoulder.  

"Yeah, of course we can." 

< ... >  

"You're such a dick!" Utahime yells in a fit of rage, shoving her hands against Gojo's chest and glaring daggers at him as he stumbles backwards. He stares at her incredulously, eyebrows raised to a point that his forehead is wrinkled five times over.  

He hadn't expected this behavior from the usually calm and collected girl – but the way that she had stormed at him screaming her head off told him that he had royally screwed up.  

Over his shoulder, Geto watches knowingly. He knows that he'll likely be yelled at too, so in mental preparation, he remains completely silent, not wanting Utahime to turn her rage on him prematurely.  

"What is this about?" Gojo asks genuinely, his eyes narrowed in confusion as Utahime angrily takes a step back from him, restraining herself from actively strangling him.  

"What is this – so you just have no idea what you did to (Y/N)? God, you're dense!" Utahime all but screams, throwing her hands up in a fit of rage. 

Gojo narrows his eyes, then they widen – shit. How the fuck did you find out? 

"What do you mean?" He pauses for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "What about (Y/N)?" 

"Oh, don't act so clueless! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Utahime jabs a finger at Gojo's chest, her eyes burning with a rage that he had genuinely never seen in her before. She takes a brave step towards him – in return, he takes a step back.  

"I don't--" 

"Does 2,500 Yen sound familiar to you?" Utahime raises an eyebrow at him. He deadpans, swallowing the growing lump in his throat and feeling his heart sink.  

His silence tells her everything that she needs to know. She straightens, shooting a pointed glare to Geto as well – resulting in him looking anywhere but her direction, gaze flickering around wildly.  

She turns her attention back to Gojo, looking him up and down with an expression of nothing but pure disgust. He winces at the glint in her eyes – God, he had really screwed up.  

"You're both disgusting," Utahime spits venomously, then turning on her heel and promptly striding away from both males. Gojo turns, exchanging a worried yet remorseful glance in Geto's direction. His friend only swallows, they had both royally screwed up. 

< ... >  

Gojo suffered with the aftermath of you hearing his conversation – you avoided him like he had been infected with some kind of infectious disease. Any room he entered, you exited. Any time he called out your name with a polite wave, you turned your nose up and continued walking.  

In a way, you pretended that he simply didn't exist – that the person waving to you or trying to interact with you was nothing but a phantom, one that you ignored as if it was the only thing that you knew how to do.  

"(Y/N)! Hey, can we--" 

You stride past him, shoulder knocking against his own as you exit the classroom. He stands silently at its center, lowering his hand back to his side – he had wanted to reach out for you, but something inside of him told him to simply leave you be.  

And the day that he saw you happily hanging off of Nanami's arm was the day that he realized – loving someone from afar was the worst pain of all.