ଘ pairing: gojo satoru x female reader ft. nanami kento ଘ genre: smut, porn without (much) plot ଘ word count: est. 6.2k ଘ beware: kinkshame gojo? gojo’s kink is being kinkshamed, slight dom!gojo, slight dom!nanami, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, a sprinkle of humiliation, under the table fingering (female!receiving), dirty talk, swearing (as usual), spit kink, mild degradation, lots of pda, slight!panty stuffing, three’s a party not a crowd, nanami is there to watch, teasing, edging (briefly) no one save nanami he doesn’t really want to be saved, not thoroughly proofread (expect errors), usage of alcohol (briefly) ଘsynopsis:“gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1: getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.” ଘ notes: staring at gojo’s pretty fingers will do this to you, i swear. i’ve been so excited to write a bit of gojo so i hope you all enjoy this guy being a public menace, don’t call the police aha. i plan on making this a tiny series with two parts to conclude the spice if this one is loved so as always, reblogs and comments = kisses and hugs!!!! ♡
gojo satoru had deactivated his infinity.
no one else noticed, of course. they didn’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. didn’t feel the tiny rift in the fabric of space being snapped back into place. or the defeated howl of an enemy of the six eyes kicking rocks because they’d missed the opportunity to clobber the insufferable idiot over the head. most would only realize it if they tried to strike him and the blow landed, or if he gave one of his enthusiastically unwanted hugs and you felt the warmth of his biceps enveloping you.
though you’d need a top university professor to understand even the basic science behind his inherited, limitless powers, you could never miss it.
you, an empath, also knew this meant trouble. gojo usually wore the technique like one would a warm fur coat during a blizzard. a second skin, if you may.
so yes, this definitely meant trouble.
but for who?
all sorcerers ( excluding beloved students ) operating from the tokyo and kyoto campuses have been summoned to a secure location for a meeting of utmost importance. the meeting of utmost importance? principle gakuganji’s birthday dinner at a michelin star, rooftop restaurant. you have to admit, the paid night off from exorcising curses is nice and the place is exquisitely beautiful. romantic, warm lighting illuminates dark oak tables and lush zen gardens. minimalistic, artful plates are served at a price that would make your credit card read the check and weep tears of debt.
the setting is pleasant and quiet with sorcerers you could almost call friends drinking responsibly and chatting comfortably. or it would’ve been quiet, if not for your boyfriend laughing himself hoarse at the thought of the higher-ups bribing sorcerers with a night off just to get someone to attend a party for the unlikable principle of the kyoto campus. he laughed himself into the other sorcerers ignoring him completely, so now his attention is completely on you.
needless to say, you’ve been feeling wary the entire time. you know that when he didn’t have something to stimulate that big brain of his— especially during events like this— he’s a complete hellion to society. and society, in this scenario, is always you.
oh,no.
it’s funny how you already know what he’s up to. it’s even funnier how, at first, he kept you at an arm’s length, in fear of you orbiting too close and seeing too much. now, you know things about him. sickeningly sweet details like his favorite dessert, his greatest fear, the brand of shampoo he uses.
and most importantly, his nastiest fucking kink.
gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:
getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.
ଘ pairing: gojo satoru x female reader ft. nanami kento ଘ genre: smut, porn without (much) plot ଘ word count: est. 6.2k ଘ beware: kinkshame gojo? gojo’s kink is being kinkshamed, slight dom!gojo, slight dom!nanami, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, a sprinkle of humiliation, under the table fingering (female!receiving), dirty talk, swearing (as usual), spit kink, mild degradation, lots of pda, slight!panty stuffing, three’s a party not a crowd, nanami is there to watch, teasing, edging (briefly) no one save nanami he doesn’t really want to be saved, not thoroughly proofread (expect errors), usage of alcohol (briefly) ଘsynopsis:“gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1: getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.” ଘ notes: staring at gojo’s pretty fingers will do this to you, i swear. i’ve been so excited to write a bit of gojo so i hope you all enjoy this guy being a public menace, don’t call the police aha. i plan on making this a tiny series with two parts to conclude the spice if this one is loved so as always, reblogs and comments = kisses and hugs!!!! ♡
gojo satoru had deactivated his infinity.
no one else noticed, of course. they didn’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. didn’t feel the tiny rift in the fabric of space being snapped back into place. or the defeated howl of an enemy of the six eyes kicking rocks because they’d missed the opportunity to clobber the insufferable idiot over the head. most would only realize it if they tried to strike him and the blow landed, or if he gave one of his enthusiastically unwanted hugs and you felt the warmth of his biceps enveloping you.
though you’d need a top university professor to understand even the basic science behind his inherited, limitless powers, you could never miss it.
you, an empath, also knew this meant trouble. gojo usually wore the technique like one would a warm fur coat during a blizzard. a second skin, if you may.
so yes, this definitely meant trouble.
but for who?
all sorcerers ( excluding beloved students ) operating from the tokyo and kyoto campuses have been summoned to a secure location for a meeting of utmost importance. the meeting of utmost importance? principle gakuganji’s birthday dinner at a michelin star, rooftop restaurant. you have to admit, the paid night off from exorcising curses is nice and the place is exquisitely beautiful. romantic, warm lighting illuminates dark oak tables and lush zen gardens. minimalistic, artful plates are served at a price that would make your credit card read the check and weep tears of debt.
the setting is pleasant and quiet with sorcerers you could almost call friends drinking responsibly and chatting comfortably. or it would’ve been quiet, if not for your boyfriend laughing himself hoarse at the thought of the higher-ups bribing sorcerers with a night off just to get someone to attend a party for the unlikable principle of the kyoto campus. he laughed himself into the other sorcerers ignoring him completely, so now his attention is completely on you.
needless to say, you’ve been feeling wary the entire time. you know that when he didn’t have something to stimulate that big brain of his— especially during events like this— he’s a complete hellion to society. and society, in this scenario, is always you.
oh,no.
it’s funny how you already know what he’s up to. it’s even funnier how, at first, he kept you at an arm’s length, in fear of you orbiting too close and seeing too much. now, you know things about him. sickeningly sweet details like his favorite dessert, his greatest fear, the brand of shampoo he uses.
and most importantly, his nastiest fucking kink.
gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:
getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.
*slams fist against a table* i just wanna babysit kleewithalbedo and share soft, fleeting kisses with him when she isn’t looking. and if she does catch us, his cheeks would sport a dust of pink at his little sister’s cooing and sing-song comments.
