ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃʸ "ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᵗᵉ"

━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

The rain beats a steady, rhythmic pattern against the glass of your apartment window, blurring the neon lights of Tokyo below. It had been six months. Six months since Gojo Satoru text-messaged you a vague, single-sentence excuse about his schedule being "too insane" before completely vanishing from your life. No phone calls. No visits. Just endless nights spent wondering if the man who claimed to love you had simply forgotten you existed between two high-profile exorcisms.

Then, a sudden, familiar knock echoes through the silence.

You open the door to find him standing on the threshold, completely drenched, yet holding a massive, pristine bouquet of your favorite flowers. He has his black blindfold pushed up slightly onto his forehead, revealing those striking, crystalline blue eyes. A brilliant, effortlessly charismatic grin stretches across his handsome face, as if he had only been gone for a few hours.

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ

━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

The kitchen of his apartment is suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Satoru tossing a single cherry tomato up in the air and catching it. He’s still in his high-collared jujutsu uniform, dirt on his shoulder from a mission he treated like an afternoon stroll. You had spent the last three hours watching the news, your chest tightening with a familiar, toxic dread as reports of a massive curtain over Shinjuku filled the screen. And now that he’s home, he’s doing exactly what he always does: turning your terror into a comedy routine.

“Seriously, you’re stressing over nothing,” he chuckles, his voice airy and light as he catches the tomato one last time and pops it into his mouth. He doesn't take off his blindfold. He never does when he wants to keep a conversation superficial. “It was just a few special grades. Took me maybe five minutes? I even brought back those sweets you like from that shop near the station. You should be kissing me, not giving me the third degree.”

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵃᵗ’ˢ ₁ˢᵗ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ

━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

You have transformed the entire Jujutsu High lounge into a pink-and-white explosion of balloons, streamers, and a massive banner that reads "HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY." You force Satoru to sit at the kids' table, wearing a tiny, cone-shaped party hat that is currently sitting precariously on top of his spikes.

You slam a tiny plate with a single tuna-flavored cupcake in front of him. “Satoru! Put down your phone, we are about to sing! Put your hands together, come on!”

Satoru’s eyes light up behind his sunglasses. Instead of finding this ridiculous, his absolute match in chaotic energy is triggered. He grabs a party blower, inhaling deeply and blowing it directly into Megumi’s face across the table before aggressively clapping his hands.

“Oh, I am so invested in this. Happy birthday to the literal king! Wait, does he have a wish? He’s turning one, he’s practically an adult in cat years!” Satoru dramatically scoops the birthday cat into his arms, using his Infinity to prevent the cat from scratching his face off.

“Look at him, he loves me! For his birthday present, I’m teaching him how to use Hollow Purple. Megumi, stop looking so miserable, you're ruining his special day!”

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜᵘˡⁱⁿᵃʳʸ ᵈⁱˢᵃˢᵗᵉʳ

━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

Satoru strolls into the kitchen with his usual brilliant smile, but stops dead in his tracks the moment he catches sight of the plate. He slides his blindfold up with one finger, examining your creation with his Six Eyes as if analyzing a special-grade cursed object, then lets out a theatrical laugh.

“Wow, Sweetheart! I knew you were talented, but this... even with Infinity active, I’m not sure I want to let this thing anywhere near my taste buds.” He teases, pointing at a highly suspicious, unidentified substance at the bottom of the dish.

Seeing your pout, he steps closer and wraps his massive arms around you, pressing a fond kiss to your temple. “Aw, don’t be like that. It’s the thought that counts, right? Come on, let’s leave this at Shoko’s lab for chemical analysis and go buy a mountain of mochi and pizza instead. The Strongest is paying!”

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʸᵒᵘ ᵖʳᵃⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘᵇᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ

━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

You are standing in the sunny courtyard of Jujutsu High, watching Satoru playfully lecture Megumi and Nobara during a training break, when a sudden chaotic idea crosses your mind. Deciding to put his legendary confidence to the test, you timidly approach him, keeping your eyes glued to the ground and maintaining a rigid, submissive distance.

You nervously clear your throat, fidgeting with your sleeves. “Um, Satoru? Am I permitted to sit on the bench now, or should I remain standing until training concludes?”

Satoru freezes mid-sentence, his blindfold tilting downward as he looks at you. Megumi’s eyes narrow instantly, and Nobara looks ready to call a human rights hotline. For a split second, Satoru’s signature smugness falters into pure, unadulterated confusion. But before he can even open his mouth to laugh it off, you take a small, hesitant step back and look at his shoes.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ)

AN : Pegging, Femdom, Submissive Choso, Mommy kink, Good boy, Overstimulation, Relentless thrusts, Aftercare, Spooning, Smut, Porn with no plot

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ

━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

The commuter train swayed gently, rhythmic and lulled by the low rumble of the tracks. Exhausted from the mission, your head finally slipped, dropping heavily against Satoru’s shoulder. Gojo froze for a split second, cutting off the joke he was mid-sentence through. Through the dark fabric of his blindfold, he looked down at you. A remarkably soft smile, completely stripped of his usual arrogance, tugged at his lips. "Already KO'd, Sweetie?" he whispered, his voice nothing more than a breath so he wouldn't wake you. With calculated slowness, he slid his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against his massive chest. With his free hand, he activated Infinity around the two of you—just enough to muffle the noise of the train car and ensure that not a single bump on the tracks would disturb your sleep.

ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ : — ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ

ᴍᴅɴɪ

━━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

Satoru is a god and he plays like one. He uses Infinity to make himself feel impossibly large, expanding the space around his length so that every time he thrusts, your body feels like it's being stretched beyond its physical limits. It’s an agonizing, beautiful fullness that no human should be able to provide.

He pins your wrists, his Six Eyes tracking every twitch of your internal muscles. When he’s ready to ruin you, he uses Infinity one last time—not to keep you away but to trap his seed inside you. He creates a pressurized barrier at the entrance of your heat, refusing to let a single drop spill out, forcing your body to stay filled with him long after he's done.

"You look so desperate, gasping like a fish," he chuckles, his voice a dark, vibrating hum against your throat. "I’ve locked it all inside you, Sweetheart. You’re going to carry the weight of me all night. Don't even think about trying to let it out until I say so."

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 ˎˊ˗

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ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ : — ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ "ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ" ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ

━━━ ✦ 五条悟 SATORU GOJO ✦ ━━━━━━━━

The air was cool, and for once, the world felt quiet. You were walking side by side when the words finally escaped your lips, simple and honest: "I love you, Satoru."

Gojo stopped in his tracks. He lifted his blindfold just enough to let one brilliant blue eye peer down at you. A playful, familiar grin spread across his face.

"That’s funny," he chuckled, leaning in closer until your noses almost touched. "I love me too! I mean, can you blame you? I’m breathtaking."

You rolled your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, and gave him a sharp shove on the shoulder. "I’m being serious, you idiot!"

He laughed, the sound bright and genuine, before catching your hand and pulling you back against his chest. His expression softened into something rare and vulnerable.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Don't look so annoyed," he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone. "Truth is... even for the 'Strongest,' some things are hard to say first. I love you too. More than I let on."

— 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙.

College AU | Love Triangle | Heartbreak | Angst | Protective Hiromi Higuruma | Brooding Choso | Nerd x Shy Reader | First Choice | Happy Ending

Word Count: ~2.5k

ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ (ᴍᴅɴɪ)

Submissive!Choso who is trembling at the edge of the bed, his dark hair messy and his eyes red-rimmed from crying. He’s been your "good boy" all night following every humiliating instruction with a frantic, eager obedience. He’s completely exposed, his body flushed a deep, bruising red and he’s so close to the edge that even the air hitting his skin makes him whine. But he hasn't touched himself once—not without you saying he could.