Gojo Fucks You Like He Hates You When He’s Drunk.

You loved him. But he threw it away.

Tw: I cried writing this, Angst angst and more angst, Cheating, Break up, Alcohol, Betrayal, short blurb, bad living situations/financial problems mentioned.

Song: crawling back to you - hozier cover.

You adored him. Everything about him. Your eyes were so full of love when you looked at him. Always that some, head over heels, puppy love, doe-eyed look. You gave him everything.

Gojo looked down at you, and you were just staring at him, admiring him, adoring him. He was your everything.

“Something on my face?” He’d smile, that cute little grin on his lips that you adored.

“You’re so perfect.” You’d whisper so softly it would take Gojo’s breath away. That look of love had his heart skipping a beat and his knees growing weak.

You two were at a party. You were dressed in a cute little outfit, and had been sipping on the same beer all night. Gojo however was about four shots deep. He was definitely more than tipsy.

But he’d always return to you, giggling like a love sick fool, wrapping his arms around you like you were his life line.

However, tonight was different.

You couldn’t find him.

Where was he?

You’d pour your drink out and throw it away, before asking around for him.

You started from the front of the house, all the way to the back.

“Have you seen my boyfriend? Gojo?” You would gently tap on people’s shoulders. Feeling an uneasy feeling settle in the pit of your stomach the longer you couldn’t find him.

You finally stopped asking around and just began opening doors. The bathroom? Had two strangers making out. A bedroom? Someone was throwing up all over the duvet.

However, it wasn’t until you made it to the last door. Without hesitation, you opened it. But your heart shattered the moment your eyes landed on the bed.

Gojo had some stranger riding him.

That wasn’t even the worst part, because when he looked over at you, it was like he didn’t recognize you. His eyes were so fogged by lust and alcohol, that he thought you were some stranger.

“We’re kinda busy. Unless you wanted to join? You have a nice enough body.” He’d wink at you, before turning his attention back to the woman riding him.

Tears were rolling down your face before you could stop them. Your breath was stuttered. Throat tight and mouth dry.

Slowly, stiffly turning away, you began to walk out of that house. Step by step, your heart breaking.

You loved him. You loved him so much it hurt. So much so that you never even imagined that he could do this. You loved him so hard that his actions left your heart cracked and in ruin.

You walked home that night. Feet sore and cracked, bleeding a bit around the heel from how far you walked.

But when you made it home, you just sat down and stared at the wall. You didn’t make a sound, you couldn’t. You were in denial. But what followed denial was a sadness you weren’t ready for. It was the kind of sadness that left you empty.

White lashes fluttered open and groan heaved past his lips. Gojo sat up slowly, holding his head. “Fuck I’m hung over… baby?” Feeling to his left, he felt his hand touch someone. But when he looked over, it wasn’t you. It was some stranger.

He inhaled sharply and immediately shot out of bed. Tripping over his feet as he got dressed. He’d never moved so fast in his life.

Scrambling out the door, he called an uber. And when the car parked, he rushed into your shared home.

He saw you on the couch, still awake. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy, you looked exhausted but your face was empty.

But when you looked at him, he crumbled.

Your look of love and complete and utter adoration, was gone. Replaced by something that knocked the air from his chest and had him swallowing thickly.

“Y/n- I-I-“ he knew you knew. How could you not when you looked at him with such sorrow? Such pain? Such betrayal? “It’s- it’s not what it seems like.”

You just stared at him. That ache in your chest was heavy. So heavy it was hard to look away. “Have a nice night?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse from crying so hard the night before.

Gojo’s brows furrowed and his eyes grew glassy. That feeling of guilt began to swallow him whole. The guilt that made his limbs heavy and his eyes burn. “Baby- please,” he begged. He didn’t know what for. Forgiveness? For you to just be angry at him? To yell and to scream instead of looking at him like he just destroyed your hopes and dreams. And he had.

Slowly, you stood up. “I hope it was worth it,” you murmured before grabbing your phone and leaving the house. Not looking back as you left Gojo to hold onto his chest to try and calm the pain.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean for this- I- I was drunk I-“ he spoke to himself. But even his own words felt alien to his ears.

He’d ruined 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Just for moments of pleasure. He threw away your relationship, your love, your future… and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

So in your shared home, he’d never felt more alone. Clarity brought pain, pain that he was to blame. Of course he was. His own inner voice mocked him. His nails dug into his knees as began to cry. To mourn his own mistakes, to mourn the loss of you.

He’d ruined everything.

But he wouldn’t let this be the end.

He could fix this.

Couldn’t he?

It’d been two months since his betrayal. Two months since you’d left him standing there. Two months since you took your belongings and left your shared home.

Two months since he’d seen you.

His mistakes had left him broken. But he knew he could only blame himself. It didn’t hurt any less.

You’d left behind a hoodie, and it smelled like you still do this day. Gojo made sure to spray your perfume on his pillows so they’d still smell like you.

Your eyes hung low. You were tired. Exhausted. You’d had to get a job as a waitress to pick up the income that Gojo’s absence left you without.

You were working exhaustingly long shifts. Picking up doubles when you could. Having almost no off days.

You’d lost weight. You didn’t look well. You were worked to the bone, but you didn’t have time to apply for a better job. Rent was so expensive, even in the shitty neighborhood you now lived in.

Retying your apron, you grabbed a pen before heading to a new table. Not yet looking up, you greeted the guest. “Welcome to Joseph’s boil, how can I hel-…” your words fell on the tip of your tongue as you saw him.

He was just as shocked as you. His shock turned to worry and concern. He’d never seen you in such poor condition. Was it possible for someone to look the way you did in just two months?

His heart ached but rejoiced as he finally was able to see you again. To hear your voice. To inhale your scent.

“Y/n?” He said your name so softly.

His voice broke the flood gates. Your hands had started shaking and your bottom lip quivered. Your pretty eyes turned glassy with so much emotion not even the finest author could put it into words.

Slamming down your apron, you quickly fled the restaurant. Despite the heavy rain or the fact that you were getting soaked.

“Wait!” Gojo got up from his seat, the chair falling back with an ear piercing screech.

He ran after you. His shirt sticking to his form as water drenched him just as much as it drenched you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, your voice pathetically shaky. You choked on your words as you cried and tried to speed off.

“No! Please- please just wait!” He managed to catch up and grab you by the wrist and pull you back in.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, and tried to yank yourself out of his grip but he wrapped his arms around you and you held you against him. Even as you pounded your fists against his chest. “I hate you! I hate you so much!”

Your words pierced his heart, your tears felt like acid on his skin but he held you close. Held you even when your body just went limp against him.

“I hate you…” you’d whimper into his chest, sobbing as everything came crushing down on you at once. “How could you do this to me?! Why?!”

“I don’t know. Im so sorry,” was all he could whisper.

And at the end of the day, even when you were just holding each other in the rain, nothing could repair the pain he left forever in your heart. The insecurity and trust issues he planted in your soul. Nothing would ever fix what he broke.

it's the last day you can rb this

Gojo who…

—Loves when you get jealous. Because at the end of the day, he gets just as jealous as you do.

A/n: this is short as shit but I love it idc idc idc

The bar was loud, with shots clicking the table, cheering, and laughter. But nothing, and I mean nothing, was louder than the sound of your inner monologue screeching.

You were dressed up, all cute with your hair and makeup done up. You wore a simple long skirt with a slit in the mid-thigh, and a cute little green tube top that was cropped at the naval.

Gojo, bless his heart, wore a black button-up and jeans. With the same fuckass shoes he always wore. Before leaving, he’d said “It’s okay babe. I’ll look because you make me look good.” Before kissing your cheek.

And damn it, he was right. Because now not only was he surrounded by a bunch of guys secretly eyeing you as they spoke to him, but women seemed to find it a competition to get to him. And Gojo was already popular with the ladies, you beat them off with a stick.

You were leaning against the bar, glaring absolute daggers as Gojo awkwardly tried to tell a girl to fuck off without telling her to fuck off. Quickly, you tapped the shot glass against the table before downing it in one fell swoop. The burn in your throat only adds to the anger you were jelly.

Walking over, you grabbed Gojo by his collar and pulled him down, smashing your lips against his.

Gojo, shocked at first, just grinned into the kiss and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. He knew exactly what you were doing. And he fucking loved it.

He peaked his eyes open and saw that yours were open as well, glaring daggers at the woman as you basically made out with him. It only made him hard.

The fact that you were so territorial over him? Hot. Soo fucking hot. Because as much as he loved showing you off, he was also getting tired of the stares you were getting from men. Knowing you were just as into him as he was you? Oh lord he was eating you out so good later.

However, when you tried to pull away, Gojo only deepened the kiss. It was definitely not a kiss meant for the public eye, seeing as his tongue was invading your mouth, and it didn’t help that you were leaning into it.

Yep, you two were a match made in heaven.

Because Shoko was cackling at the both of you in the corner. Nanami simply rolled his eyes at the two of you and went back to talking with his wife.

“Well damn,” Gojo groaned against your lips, using you to hide the absolute diabolical boner in his pants. “Feel better, pretty?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded with that same smug little grin that he adored. “Although… I think I need something else,” slowly, your finger trailed down from his collar and ended at his belt before pulling him into you.

Gojo flashed you that mega watt smile, “Mm, that so? You know she’s gone, right?” He quirked a brow, tilting his head slightly.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. I just wanted to come and show my handsome husband how much I love him,” running your hands back up his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips hovering near his, “is that so wrong?”

“Not wrong at all, sweets. Not wrong at all.” He murmured, before leaning in for another kiss, just for you to pull away. Giggling as he chased your lips.

“How about, you take me home?” You knew just how to press every single one of his buttons. Of course you did. Your been married for a year and dating for much longer.

“I like the sound of that, Mrs. Gojo.” Gojo kissed your cheek, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

After saying your goodbyes, the two of you headed to the car. He gave you a slap on the ass as you got into the passenger side.

...

Gojo who...

...had you bent over the kitchen table. That cute long skirt you wore was ripped down the ass, your panties just pushed aside as he fucked into you like a madman.

Moaning and groaning about how good you feel, leaving bite marks all over your back. He had a bruising grip on your ass, his fingers white as he would yank your hips back against him as he’d fuck up into you. Pushing you up on your toes.

“Ba-babe!” You’d moan, all pitchy and desperate. Your nails clawing into the table, back arched as you let him pull you every which way.

“Fuck— you,” thrust. “are” thrust. “mine.” Each word punctuated by his cock slamming back into you, your poor cunt molding to the shape of his cock.

Eyes rolling back, you breathlessly moaned as you came around him. Cunt tightened around him like it didn’t wanna let him go, milking for all he was worth.

“S-shit— pretty girl you can’t- oh fuck,” Gojo was all pretty and breathless. Sweat dripped down his brow, blue eyes practically fucking glowing as he reached up and wrapped his hand around the front of your throat, bringing you up so that your upper back was pressed against his chest, giving you a perfect arch. “You can’t squeeze like that” he’d whine, before ultimately blowing his load inside you after a few more thrusts.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and hips as he pulled against him completely. Slowly fucking his cum deeper into you, “so good, did so good for me.” Breathless and sweet whispers against your neck as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

Garden Injuries p.2

—in which you wake up after being out for three days from fever, only to find Sukuna waiting by your side. He's rather eager for you to heal... for many reasons.

A/n: I really wanted to write this but like I want to implode because I kind of fucking hate it?? Also, should I make a taglist??????

<< part one, part three>>

Waking up, you immediately felt a raging pain in your thigh. You could feel your heartbeat pulse in the wound— it was that kinda bad. Not only that, but your throat was dry and you were colder than Sukuna’s attitude towards humans.

Slowly, you pried your eyes open. It felt like you’d been asleep for years, you’d been asleep for three days while the fever wore off. Sighing, you sat up, biting your lip as you winced, keeping down the hiss that threatened to leave you.

Looking down at your body, you had no pants on. Only your panties and the shirt you were wearing were sure as shit not yours. It is massive, and dropped over your body like a blanket almost. The neckline slipping over your shoulder too.

Taking the neck hem to your nose, it smelt like Sukuna. And immediately, embarrassingly enough, it had you smiling softly. However, you quickly notice a figure moving in the corner.

“You’re finally awake, brat.” Sukuna walked over, crouching down in front of you. He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, “you humans are so weak, however you are on the tail end of the fever.” His eyes glanced down at the wound on your leg, and his jaw clenched with frustration.

Because you’d hidden this from him, it’d gotten infected. The stitches you’d received from one of the servants were horrible and had only made the wound worse.

“Uraume tells me this wound will take a while to heal. It will scar,” he glared at you as he leaned in, his face inches from yours, “this is your fault, brat.”

Your brows furrowed, and you huffed, “I was fine without your help, my Lord.” Oh you were feisty. And he fucking ate it up. No one else had the balls to snap at him like you did, and you didn’t even have balls.

“You would’ve died from the fever and succumbed to your wounds without me.” He mused, raising a brow when you scoffed at him. Looking like a pissed off squirrel in his eyes. A cute one at that.

“This is why I hid it from you,” rolling your eyes, you began to try and stand, only for him to quickly push you back down by your shoulder.

“Remember who you speak to, brat.” His glare silenced you promptly, but you still had a pout on your pretty lips. “You will be staying in this room with me from now on.”

“What about the garden? That is my only duty here—“ you were a bit worried now. Sukuna was known to throw away servants who could no longer do their jobs. He’d kill them and use them as an example. But you knew damn well you were his favorite.

“What of it?” Sukuna narrowed his eyes, before sitting down in front of you, a servant came in promptly with a tray of a variety of foods, ranging from meat to fruit to sweets. “Eat.”

“Well I can’t stay here and tend to the garden… your chambers are quite far.” You tried to reason with him, before quickly snatching a chunk of steak with your hands and fucking devouring it. You were starving.

Sukuna enjoyed watching you eat like an animal far too much. It had satisfaction pooling in his stomach, yes, he’d provided for you. You, his future wife and queen.

“Your duties as a gardener have been removed, another servant has replaced your position.”

You froze mid-bite, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, “but— but that’s my job. No one else does it better than me!” You are nervous now. Your only job, the thing you were best at had been taken. Now what were you to do?

“You will remain at my side. As I had said three days ago before you passed out. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” Sukuna tilted his head slightly, before putting the meat in your hand. He grabbed a small cloth and wiped your hands and face before grabbing you by your hips and easily pulling you against his chest. Your body rested between his propped-up knees, back fitting perfectly against his chest.

“I-I… don’t remember.” Your face was a bright red as you let Sukuna move you. Swallowing nervously you tilted your head back so you could look up at him.

“Then I will remind you,” his hands came to rest on your throat, so you’d have no choice but to stare up at him, “You are my mate, my queen, and my woman. You will no longer be a simple servant. You will command all others and learn how to lead so you may lead alongside me.” He said it so easily, while you just stared at him.

And you stared.

And stared,

Before busting out laughing. “Pfft— my Lord, you shouldn’t just like that, I almost believed you.” Your laughter mellowed down to giggles as you smiled, before looking up at him again, you saw his hardened expression and shut your mouth.

“I do not jest, human.” His brows were furrowed and he pulled to a natural frown.

“M-My lord—“

“Sukuna. You are no longer my servant, do not address me as such.” He corrected, his eyes analyzing your reaction with growing amusement.

You sighed, “Sukuna, I’m not even one of your concubines, wouldn’t at least one of them be a better choice?”

“I’ve gotten rid of them.”

“What?!” Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. “Why?”

“You are the only one I need. I grew tired of their touches and crave yours. I just have to wait till your wound heals.” He mumbled and moved his chin to rest on your shoulder. His big hands came up to rest on your soft stomach, “soon you will be round with my heir.”

“Heir?!”

“Yes.”

“This is insane.”

“Sanity has nothing to do with what I plan for us.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hands gently kneaded your tummy as thoughts of you full and round with his kid popped up. Oh how ready he was to finally have you and claim you.

“…you’re serious?” You stared at the tray of food, then down at his hands that explored your torso.

“Yes. Once again, I am not joking, human.” He huffed.

“…right. I still want to take care of the garden.” You were so confident when you said that, a mistake on your end.

“Have I not made myself clear? Must I make you understand another way?” Sukuna bit down on your shoulder, making you gasp before a squeal ripped from your throat as his hand dipped underneath your panties, cupping your cunt in a way that had you aching.

“Wait—“ You tried to grab at his wrist, but he was not having it. It merely made him slip a finger into you, to prove his point.

“You are no longer a servant. I do not touch my servants like this. You will understand this.” His voice was determined and stern as he curled his finger inside you. Slowly stretching you. And while, yes, he was doing this to prove his point, he’s also been holding himself back from touching you. And this? This was a great excuse to get his hands on you… and in you.

Moaning softly, your back arched against him as his middle finger, thick and long, curled inside you. And soon, his middle finger was joined with his ring finger.

“You will learn to rule by my side, I will not have it any other way.” He spoke against your ear, finding your reactions to his touch utterly delicious.

He abandoned the gentle approach and began to quickly fuck you with his fingers. The feeling of you squirm and moan against him had his cock(s) growing hard. “Does that feel good, human? Hm?”

You nodded your head quickly, and despite the pain in your leg, you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure that had your muscles taught in need.

“I can feel you tighten around me, your body is so honest.” His other hand slipped under your arm before grasping at your tits. Squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy flesh.

“Kuna-!!” Your words were slurred as you continued to work your cunt like he knew it with his eyes closed.

Sukuna merely hummed in response, happy with simply watching you fall apart against him. He sighed in satisfaction when you finally came around his fingers, and he could feel how tight you squeezed.

“When you heal, I will claim you, and then you will be fully mine.” He murmured against your ear, a smug grin rose to his lips as you just whined in response, your body already growing tired. Eyes fluttering shut, in record time your breathing evened out and you’d fallen asleep against him.

“My weak little human.” He wrapped his arms around you in a protective hold, the feeling of finally having you in his arms was one he was rapidly growing fond of.

Taglist @xyinparadise @sofi4dsam

Imagine Gojo’s ex gets in a fight w you but when they go low you go lower.

“Babe let’s just go.” Gojo tried to pull you back, but was looking more than amused as you stared between you and his ex.

“Oh hell no, this bitch wants to talk, we’ll talk.” You glared at the woman across from you, lip curled in disgust.

“And what the fuck you got to say? You got my sloppy seconds bitch!”

“Bold of you to act like you all that and a bag a chips. Especially when you spread your legs that shit smells like Formaldehyde and rat piss.” Crossing your arms, you stared that bitch right in the eye. “Dead rat coochie smells better than the jungle gym you have going on down there.”

She just stared at you, her mouth opening and closing. “You- you- fuck you two! You’re ugly and he’s a bitch!” Grabbing her purse she walked off with her middle finger up behind her.

“You know we never got to third base right?” Gojo immediately spoke up, eyeing you like you were a fucking bomb.

“Shut up. No sex for a week. I cannot believe you ever dated that bitch.” Scoffing you just pulled Gojo forward, your pointer finger interlocking with his.

I make myself laugh

Gojo dating a woman with a rbf.

Tw: random man being a man, you have an rbf, mentions of sitting on Gojo’s face, y’all are literally the best couple, rlly short.

(Pls comment or use my ask thingy on my pf things yall want me to write ab. It don’t gotta be Gojo or jjk either 🙏)

It was a beautiful day. You and Gojo were happy as could be, going from spot to spot on foot. You’d insisted on forcing Gojo to act normal and not filthy fucking rich. And he was actually enjoying it.

He’d had an arm either wrapped around your shoulders or a hand on your waist all day.

And you’d smile at his jokes or when he’d point at cute or cool shit.

However, while Gojo knew you were having a good time, the general public did not.

You were a beautiful young woman yes, but goddamn was your rbf a bad one. I mean it looked like someone had pissed in your cereal and stole all your favorite clothes.

When you weren’t smiling, your face was resting.

And when it was resting people would stare.

Most would whisper “someone’s in the doghouse” “wonder what that guy did” “what crawled up her ass and died”

Yk shit like that cuz humans are shit talkers through and through.

You and Gojo were sitting in a cute little restaurant. It was packed to the brim, the house was full to its ass and the hostess was swamped as she juggled servers who begged not to be sat but had to be sat.

You and Gojo sat in calm silence as you zoned out on his forehead. It happened sometimes and Gojo loved it because it meant he could stare and admire you.

However, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a couple of guys staring in y’all’s direction. One of them even pointed at you.

Immediately, you turned to Gojo “fuck, babe is there shit on my face?” You were ready to be mortified but Gojo just shook his head.

“No pretty, there’s nothing on your face. Except those pretty eyes that I’m waiting to make roll back when we get home.” Gojo grinned and leaned in, that shit eating grin on his face.

You just rolled your eyes, a pretty smile rising to your lips. However, you noticed one of those guys freeze mid step as he was apparently approaching you.

He blinked, seemingly confused. Did you have some batshit crazy mood swings or were you just fucking with your boyfriend?

Gojo turned his head to look at the man. “Can I help you?” He was just as confused as you. “What you wanna an autograph? Man I know I’m famous but-“

“You should smile more. It’s really pretty.” The young man stared at you, although his brows furrowed when your face dropped.

“Get the fuck outta here.” Your lip curled in disgust, “fucking men.”

“Baby come on we’re leaving. I’m angry and wanna sit on your face.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Gojo just dropped a $180 on the table and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. However as y’all passed the guy, he turned his head and mouthed a thank you.

YALL MY FRIEND LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND SAID I HAD THE BITCHIEST RESTING FACE.

Wanna abuse substances together? :3 (BE MY MOOTTTT)

I THOUGHT YOUD NEVER ASK OMGGGG OFC ILL BE YOUR MOOT (I literally love you)

me: *sobbing in the woods*

The eldritch horror that’s been watching me from behind a tree: ….Red Lobster’s hiring.

me: *turns around* oh shit fr?

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 + 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹… ME! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰.

You had a big ass. There was no denying it. I mean you had the pear body shape n everything. And Gojo Satoru, loved it.

He’s got you bent over the couch arm, your tits pressed against the cushion and your hips propped up by the arm rest, you back arched down perfectly.

And Gojo was fucking you like he hated you. And you’d think he did if it wasn’t for him moaning and whining and whimpering, “oh f-fuck- baby I love you sooo much,” he’d only fuck you deeper, squeezing the fat of your hips as he angled his hips down and fucked up into you, “ain’t never let- mmn- letting you leave me.”

He’d groan and lean over you pressing bites, kisses, and hickies all down your spine and your shoulders. All while his hands would be kneading and spreading your ass. Practically foaming at the mouth as he watched it recoil.

You’d be moaning under him, nails digging into the couch. Even if you tried to close your mouth to hide your moans or stuff your face into the couch, your puss was loud enough for the both of you.

You were so wet, practically dripping. No resistance, not even with how tight you squeezed around him. It had Gojo’s hips stuttering and a moan breaking through his clenched jaw.

“Don’t squeeze me like- fuck baby, it’s not fair.” He whined, his cock throbbing inside of you as he grabbed your shoulder and began to slam into you. Absolutely wrecking you. His tip might as well been breaking the wall of your cervix.

Even the couch was moving, you would’ve laugh because it almost shot forward if not for his hands grip on your hip.

“Where do you want it, pretty?” He’d have to squeeze his eyes shut to wait for your reply.

If you wanted him to not cum inside, that’s fine. He’s pulling out and slipping his cock between your thighs, and sliding through your folds. His cock head would nudge your clit each thrust, sometimes he’d accidentally slip inside.

If you wanted him to cum inside you? Oh lord. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s squeezing your ass, and when he cums the sluttiest little whines and whimpers are coming out his mouth.

And he won’t pull out, no no, he’s fucking his cum deep inside you. Murmuring and whining about how sexy you’d be pregnant. Round with his kid.

But enough of that.

You’re at the beach. It’s hot. You have a twisted tea in your hand and a little bottle of Jack Daniel’s. You bite into the bottom of the can, crack it open then put the bottle in the bottom so as you shot gun it your getting the Jack Daniel’s and the twisted tea.

You’re wearing two piece bathing suit. The top makes your tits sit perfectly and the bottom is honest to got just a spruced up elastic thong. Your skin was warm and you’d worked up a nice tan.

Your boyfriend was hiding under the umbrella cause his pale ass can’t tan for SHIT. He just burns and when he does he whines for DAYS.

But he’s sat back in a chair, practically fucking salivating that his boo with a booty is chugging down that atrocious blend of alcohol. He’s hard. Like rock hard. Like he’s already leaking through the tip.

So, his Victorian child pale ass walks out from under the umbrella, grabs a chilled bottle of Tito’s before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Toru! What the hell are you doing?” You looked over your shoulder, only to see his hands squeezing your ass before slapping it, making you squeal. “We are in public!”

“Can’t help it baby, you know what this bathing suit does to me.” He grinned before walking back up to the little condo hotel thing y’all had rented by the beach. He sat you down on kitchen table, and opened the Tito’s before tilting his head back and chugging it down. His throat was on FIRE but he wanted to impress you.

You could only stare at him, knowing damn well he might throw up. But he doesn’t and that surprises you. Especially when you watch the vodka drip down his chin, chest and to his v line.

Thighs clenching, you bit down on your bottom lip. “Hey babe?”

Gojo puts down the bottle and coughs up a STORM. But finally looks down at you, feeling buzzed as fuck.

“Wanna have drunk consentual sex?” You tilted your head with a grin, leaning back a little on the table.

Gojo’s grin matched yours before he nodded. “Mmhm.” He lifted the bottle and guided it to your lips.

Well, let’s just say the hang over was awful but the sex was great. 🤷‍♀️

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Random Gojo bf texts

A/n: These are kinda fun to make ngl