Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Gojo

Barging through the door, I throw myself on the couch and cry out all my emotions from tonight. Images of him making out with that girl flash through my head, and I start crying harder.

"Y/n?" I hear Gojo ask, his heavy footsteps drawing closer. I feel the weight shift on the sofa, and a soft hand rubs the small of my back. "What happened?" he asks gingerly. 

I bury my face in the cushion, trying to compose myself, but the tears keep spilling. Gojo waits patiently, his hand moving in gentle circles on my back.

"He was with someone else," I finally manage to choke out, your voice thick with emotion. "I saw him. He was... with her. That bitch he always told me never to worry about. And I thought..." My words falter, caught between my heavy sobs.

Gojo's hand stills for a moment before his grip tightens slightly as if trying to ground me through the pain.

"That bastard," he mutters under his breath, but his voice is still soft like he's afraid of pushing me any further. "You don't deserve this."

I take a painful breath, wiping at my face, though the tears never faltered. "I don't understand... Why wasn't I enough?"

Gojo shifts closer and suddenly pulls me into a tight embrace. His warmth surrounds me, and for the first time tonight, I don't feel so alone.

"Hey," he says, voice serious now. "You are enough. More than enough. He just didn't know how to appreciate you." There's a fierceness in his tone that makes me glance up at him through teary eyes.

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupts, gently brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "Anyone who would hurt you like that doesn't deserve a second thought. And you'll see that one day." His blue eyes seem to glow with conviction, and for a moment, it's enough to quiet the storm in my heart.

"I'm here, okay? Always."

I nod, my sobs turning into pitiful sniffles. "He was bad at fucking anyway," I chuckle dryly, "Barely lasting one round."

"Oh yeah?" Gojo asks, his fingertips tracing up my body, causing goosebumps. "Let me show you how to be treated then, Bunny"

Gojo's words send a shiver down my spine, his teasing tone causing my heart to race. His hand continues its slow, deliberate path up my body, the touch electrifying my skin. The air between us feels thick, charged with something more than just comfort.

I glance up at him, unsure if I'm reading the situation right, but the look in his eyes confirms it. He's watching you, his gaze intense, unwavering, yet full of admiration. His lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that always made my stomach flutter.

"Satoru," I murmur, my voice shaky but not from sadness this time.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I mean it," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. "You deserve so much better than what he gave you. Allow me to show you."

His fingers trail along my side, slow and deliberate, and my breath hitches in my throat. The vulnerability of the moment shifts into something else entirely, something intoxicating. Torn between the emotions still swirling in my chest, the weight of Gojo's presence grounds me.

His hand reaches my chin, gently tilting my face toward him. "Only if you want this, though," he says, his tone softer now, his teasing momentarily replaced with sincerity. His eyes search mine, waiting for your response.

I smile and nod. 

He smiles and starts softly kissing me. His lips were intoxicating, moving against mine with such care and intention. I slowly lay down on my back, reaching my hands around his neck, entangling them in his hair.  

I feel his slender fingers trail down under my dress, reaching my lace underwear. He swiftly removes them and drags a finger through my slick. 

I pull away from the kiss, moaning at the sudden friction. 

"So wet for me, my bunny," Satoru hums as he starts kissing my neck, leaving little love bites. Pushing his fingers in, he pulls away from my neck, watching as my mouth falls into an o shape. 

He thrust his fingers so slow but so deep. Very different from the roughness of my now ex. The sensation sends shivers through my entire body. I feel everything: the way he curls his fingers, his other hand roaming my body. It is all so overstimulating. 

"F-fuck, Gojo," I throw my head back. My mind clouded from the high of pleasure. I rock my hips, meeting his thrust to chase my upcoming high, "Faster, please," I beg. 

"As you wish," he says. He starts moving his fingers at such a superhuman speed I moan out, so I'm positive we will get a noise complaint. 

I spread my leg further and arch my back against the couch. Giving him full view and access to my body, "I'm so fucking close, Gojo." 

"I know, bunny, I know," he says, basically salivating over the scene in front of him. He can keep himself from fucking you endlessly, but he wants this moment to be just about you.

I feel him move his hand from my body to my clit, circling it in a fast movement. "Cum for me, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel," He says.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Almost immediately,  I come undone beneath him. My body convulsing as I have the biggest orgasm of my life. He softly pulls out, licking his fingers clean, making me flush. 

"Thank you," I say, feeling my face get hot at his actions. He laughs, and I tilt my head in confusion. 

"Don't say thank you just yet, we're not done," he smirks.  

Before I could protest, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his bedroom. Ten rounds later, I can confidently say I'm over my ex.