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A - Aftercare
What they are like after sex?
Gojo will be fantastic at aftercare. After he recovers himself from making love to you, or fucking you, it really depends on the atmosphere, he will trot naked to the bathroom to start running a hot bath. While the tub fills, he will slide in next to you on the bed, fingers dancing lightly across your legs, your hips, grasping and thumbing a nipple while smiling playfully as you groan when his lips encase the fat of your breast. "Come on baby, let's go get cleaned up," he'll say, kissing you deeply. He picks you up as if you weigh nothing, settling you between outstretch legs in the tub and rubbing affectingly at your body as you relax in the warm water.
Though when you feel a sly finger trace between your already throbbing folds, you can't help the breathy sigh that escapes as your head lolls back onto his shoulder. "Satoru we just had sex, you're insatiable aren't yo-ah!" You're done for when his pushes a finger inside.
B - Body Part
Favorite body part of theirs as well as yours
Gojo would argue that his entire body is his favorite. From his well defined and stone like abs to his taunt ass, he is a specimen to be appreciated. However if he had to choose an absolute favorite it would definitely be his eyes. More than once he has caught you mesmerized by their crystal aqua hue, swirling with lustful thoughts and inappropriate pictures of you in your most vulnerable state. In those moments he grins, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer, lips barely brushing against his as your own orbs stare deeply into his, transfixed and utterly under his spell.
Gojos favorite part of your body isn't what anyone would have thought it would be, but he has a fascination with your ears. Unlike most people, when you get embarrassed or aroused, instead of your chest or your cheeks tinting a cute little pink, it is instead your ears. Not only that, but he reveals in the way you shudder against him as he places kitten kisses near the backs of them before biting down on the lobe gently, tongue trailing on the underside near you neck and causing goose bumps to erupt everywhere.
"You're so sensitive here baby, it's super cute~."
C- Cum
Anything to do with it
As much as he trusts in his own power about staying alive in the curse ridden world, he has subtle thoughts about being a father that makes him second guess on whether or not cumming inside of you is a good idea, especially when he refuses anything but fucking you raw. Your moans will waft through the air as you grab his shoulders, nails raking down his sweat stained arms as your eyes roll back into your skull. Your heat will suck him in deep, causing him to groan lowly and go just a little bit harder, a little but faster, a little bit more feral that he had originally planned to. But when you kiss at his jugular and beg him with that whiny voice of your to cum inside, how could he possibly deny you?
"S-Satoru please! Wanna feel you, please!" You'll cry out, the swirling of your own release near it's boiling point.
A few more thrust and your wonton begging will tip him over. He shudders, gripping at your hip harshly and pumping shallowly as he rides out the waves of his pleasure before collapsing on top of you, his breathing harsh and his body spent.
D - Dirty Secret
A dirty secret of theirs
Being the strongest sorcerer has its ups and downs and constantly having to put on a show and having everyone rely on you can be exhausting mentally. Satoru Gojo wants nothing more that to let loose, to become vulnerable, even if it's just for a few hours. He exudes strength when the reality is, if he could ever talk you into it, he would want to be dominated in the worst way possible.
He wants to put himself at your mercy, watch as you edge him over and over again until tears prick his eyes and his cock feels like it's about to explode. He wants to struggle against imbued restraints as you drop down onto him, rolling your hips so slow that it feels like literal torture. And then when he cums without permission, he want to be punished until he passes out, and he trust you to be the one to do it. These thoughts flit about in his head daily and when he sees the bratty side of you come out on occasion, he thinks to himself on how much longer he can keep his dirty little secret from you.
E - Experience
How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?
Let's be honest, teenage Gojo was probably a whirlwind with countless flings and even more countless one night stands. He is far from a virgin. But as he matured, his mindset became more focus on fine tuning his technique and he had less and less time for sexual relations, until he met you that was.
He was your first, something you confided in him once he had you bare beneath him, long fingers trailing snakes of fire along your skin as you arched into his touch, your lips brushing against his sensually before speaking your truth. "Satoru, y-your my--"
"Shh, I figured as much. Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of you." After so many years of celibacy, your touch upon his skin made memories of past lovers seem like a ghost. They were nothing compared to you. As he made love to you for the first time, all his previous experience went out the window and was erased from his thoughts, he was like a schoolboy being touched for the first time, and he was absolutely okay with that.
F - Favorite Position
What is their favorite way to bend and twist you?
Gojo loves when you ride him. Watching as your breasts bounce in circles, head thrown back and hands gripping his shoulders like he was your last lifeline? It is breath taking to him. He loves the gripping the fat of your ass, helping you rock against him as he thrust up from the couch, his face buried in the expanse of your breasts as he nibbles and bites the flesh presented to him.
"Oh yea baby, j-just like that," he'll moan out, tongue lapping at the sweat that's developed on your skin before sucking a mark or two. He will twitch when you suddenly spasm and cry out a sound so beautiful that he almost believes it wasn't real, but the crescent fingernail shape in his shoulder tells him that it was. "S-Satoru! That spot, a-again!"
This is why he likes you on top, he can hit so much deeper when gravity helps. He smirks into your skin, wrapping his arms around you before twisting your body until your back is flush with his chest and his arms have your own pinned down under his own. "You got it baby." With feet planted firmly on the floor, he thrusts up into you like a crazed man, going until he feels you squeeze around him as you spill all over his thighs, your cries so loud that he convinced the staff of his home would coming running into the room at any moment.
G - Goofy
Are they series in the moment, humorous?
Satoru Gojo can be serious when he wants to be, but as you explore each other sexually those first few times, it's almost like dealing with a child. "The hell is this position? Can I even get a leg up that high? Look I'm good but are we sure this Kama Sutra thing is even real?" He will pause his thrusts, consulting the book that was discreetly bought at some run down sex shop while trying to maneuver his body the way the pictures display. But as he reads with a scrunched up face and confusion dancing in his eyes, he won't even notice how close he is to the edge of the bed.
"You're going to fall if you don't--oof!" He crashes off the side of the bed, sliding out from you but ultimately bringing you down with him, your head landing on his bare thigh and cheek being smacked harshly by his still very hard cock. "S-Satoru!" Your cheeks will bleed red and he can see the obvious embarrassment filling your body from such a display, even though it was his fault.
"Hey maybe this things isn't so bad after all, I like this position a lot better, don't you~?" He will chuckle and toss the offending book away before pulling you closer to him, smothering your face in kisses and watching as you giggle, your embarrassment fading away.
H - Hair
How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?
He has some specifics about himself that he just can't stand, and that thing is body hair. He is not ashamed to tell you that he waxes, and he waxes everything. He shaves nearly every day before applying a series of creams and lotions that would make even the most experienced of skincare professional nervous. The only hair permitted on his body is the top of his head, his arms and his legs. Anything else is considered offensive and must be dealt with.
Though you aren't complaining about his smooth face when he buried deep between your legs, tongue lapping at you like a parched dog with skin so silky smooth you almost feel jealous as he bring you to your ultimate high. But even more so when he slides inside. There's no awkward brushing of wiry pubes that would cause a tickle to your sensitive skin, you can feel him everywhere. His skin is like glass against yours, so smooth and so warm that it makes you think you're melting. It makes it so much better when your slick begins to dribble down, making the creases of his thighs shiny as he pounds into you, the lewd squelching noises having nothing to muffle themselves down with.
I - Intimacy
How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect of it?
He can be romantic when he wants to be, but it's the moments that he doesn't mean to be is what makes your heart flutter. Sometimes he doesn't even know he's doing it. But as he slows himself down to savor the moment he has with you, words will spill from between his lips as though he is in a trance. Glazed blue eyes will stare at your face and his thumb will trace your bottom lip before he cups your cheek with so much love it makes you want to cry. He will smile, more to himself than to you because at this point he's a lost cause within his own mind.
"You are so beautiful baby, so beautiful." A thrust so slow your breath airily before he kisses you deeply, bringing those sinful lips down to your neck while a hand threads itself through your fingers and raises it above your head. "I love you so much. I don't ever want to let you go. You mean the world to me."
You want to respond to him, tell him that you love him just as much as he loves you, but your voice is caught when his speed picks up once more and he's spilling more lewd things into your ear before biting down on your lobe, his breaths panting against your drum like a symphony.
J - Jack Off
How often do they let loose on themselves?
More often than not, Gojo has found that you are the one who likes it when he jacks off, especially in front of you. He never though you would be kinky in the area of watching him pleasure himself, but he was proven wrong, so desperately wrong.
He pants hard, head thrown back into the pillow and hand covering his face and he works himself quickly, trying to finish so he could shower before you arrived home. He lays naked on your shared bed, body alight with pent up emotions from a rough day at work when he opens his eyes to find you standing in the doorway, your bottom lip drawn up between your teeth and a lustful look swimming around your eyes. He stops his motions immediately, embarrassed that he was so lost in the moment that he didn't even sense your presence when you entered the house, let alone the room.
"B-Baby. I'm sorry; I didn't think you'd be home this early. I-I'll go finish in the--
"No way."
Gojo arched a delicate brow, watching as you inched forward before settling near his knees, grasping his palm and aiding him in his movements once more. "Don't stop baby, that's fucking hot. I wanna watch you come undone on your stomach before I clean you off myself." Needless to say, he jacks off quite often now, of course after pinging your location on your phone to see how soon you would be home.
K - Kink
One of more of their kinks?
Gojo is very much into using his blindfold on you. Whether it's covering your eyes or even binding your hands, he feels a sense of pride in watching you tense when he pulls in front his head and begins to approach you with it. "Let's have some fun hmm~?" He's so gentle as he takes away your sight, laying you down on the bed and walking around it to observe you like you're a five course meal. The element of surprise is key in this situation, and you can barely make out where he is over the thumping of your own heartbeat.
A kiss to you knee makes you jerk, gasping as the pads of his fingers slide up the expanse of your legs before disappearing completely. "S-Satoru? Wh--" He silences you with a kiss and a large hand to your throat. You can practically feel him grinning into your mouth before he bites down on your lower lip. "Trust me baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good."
L - Locations
Favorite places to get hot and bothered?
There is little preference in the sanctity of your shared home when it comes to sex and where the head of the house takes his pleasures. It's almost a goal of his to fuck you in every room at every point of the day. Morning, noon and night.
The sound of the showers spray catches his attention as he walks into the bedroom, the bathroom door ajar to tease his thoughts as the fog shrouds you from his vision. It takes little time for him to strip himself and walk without shame to you. "Hey baby, you in the shower? Scoot over and I'll join you, we can save on water this way." A hand will slide to your breast as he moves in behind you, pulling you back against his already aching member.
The vegetables will sizzle in the pan and he will glance over to the empty dining room table, a smirk plastering itself on his face before he's turning down the heat and lifting you with ease from the stove, placing you down onto the polished wood. "Let's test the durability of our table, shall we?"
The sun beams down brightly against your eyes as you waltz through the gardens, so bright that you don't even notice the man walking briskly toward you before throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards a shady potion under a large tree, trapping you underneath him against the billowy grass. "Satoru! What are you doing! We are outside!" You cry, already knowing the answer by the gleam in his eyes from beneath his round glasses. "Just want to get a tan on my back baby; you're ok with that, right?"
M - Motivation
What turns them on or gets them going?
As strange as it may sound and as conflicted he is about possibly having a blood related child of his own, Gojo feels himself swell near instantly when you interact with the students, your motherly persona flowing from you like a fountain.
To Yuji, who is frustrated at his black flash attempts, you will tease and poke his nose before offering a beaming smile with encouraging words. "Yuji, it's ok to not be perfect. Keep practicing and you'll get there, and when you do, I'm gonna be the first one to tell you how proud I am of you. I believe in you Yuji, believe in yourself."
To Nobara, who is having a mental block and missing her straw bull's eye across the field. You'll grab her nails and hammer and make a pitiful attempt to hit the nail on the head, literally, swinging and missing entirely while losing grip on the hammer and watching as it flies away, nearly hitting a bird. "Oh shit, that wasn't supposed to happen. I guess I should leave this technique to you then, its way harder than it looks." Subtle, but Nobara will smile and look to the ground before scurrying off to gather her hammer and missing nails. "Yea, it's a tough one that's for sure," she whispers out.
To Megumi, who has yet to best you in hand to hand, smiles so wide that Gojo thought his cheeks would split when he pinned you to the ground for the first time. "Megumi! You did it! That was wonderful!" Gojo will watch as you pull the boy forward, embracing him and laughing giddily even though you just had your ass handed to you by a teenager. Megumi will blush profusely as you smother him in your chest, but in that moment he will relish the close connection you make with him, feeling love and affection of a motherly figure that he longed to have during his childhood.
Gojo has just now convinced himself that perhaps becoming a father wouldn't be so bad after all, even if it was just too selfishly watch you be a mother.
N - No
Something they wouldn't do, something that turns them off
No matter how bad his cock would throb, how hard his heart would hammer in his chest, how shaky his body would become, Gojo will never, EVER pressure you into sex if you don't want it. He would rather castrate himself, than guilt you into it. He knows that you strive to please him, just as he strives to please you, but he never wants to be the type of man to take advantage of you.
"Baby what's wrong? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." He watched as tears prick at your eyes before the overflow happens. "I'm sorry Satoru! I wanna make you feel good, but I just feel so sick to my stomach! I-I'm sorry!" Watching you cry over something as trivial as not having sex sends him into a frenzy, peppering your face with kisses and holding you close to the point he thought your skin had molded together. "Baby, don't ever be afraid to tell me no. I'm always down for a good time, and if you're not that's ok. I'm never going to pressure you it. I love you too much to lose you to something like that."
O - Oral
Prefer giving or receiving, how well are they at it?
Gojo loves oral, especially since you two have developed a fun little game while you go down on him. The only rule? Hands to himself. His eyes squeeze shut as you bob, tongue trailing along the vein under his shaft before sucking harshly at his head, milking him for all he was worth. His hands are clasped together, fingers and palmed squeezing so hard against each other that he may actually break a finger if you don't speed things along. But where's the fun in that.
"How you doing baby?" You state with a smirk while popping off of him, drool falling from the sides of your mouth as you gaze up at him. Chest heaving, hands shivering and mouth ajar with drool of his own dribbling down his chin. He gives a weak laughed, dragging his hands down the sides of his face as his cock stiffens even more when you blow on it.
"M-Me? I'm doing fucking g-great."
"Oh good. Let me see if I can change that then." You hear him moan loudly as you descend upon him once more, this time reaching up and under his shirt to tweak at a nipple. You know it's over when his hands grip your hair and his hips begin to thrust up into your mouth haphazardly. Only moments later he's spilling his seed down your throat and you have cinched another win.
P - Pace
Are they fast and rough? Soft and slow?
Normally he tries to let you set the mood; he's become an expert on gauging what you want and how you want it. As you lay in bed and trace light patterns against his stomach, smiling so darling up at him with those doe eyes of your, he knows you want it soft and slow. Intimate and meaningful, something to cherish and take time with. "I want you Satoru, please." You kiss him gently, cradling his face as though he would break, before pulling back. "How can I say no to that?" He lays you down carefully and worships you for hours on end.
But, if he sees that you give him a small wink before brashly pulling your shirt off and straddling him, he knows you want something harder, something feral and intense. You tend to let your bratty side show when you are feeling especially playful. Trailing kisses down his chest you suck a nipple into your mouth, teasing the bud before biting down a little too hard and causing him to wince. "Ouch, that hurt!" He would scold, playfully of course. You kiss the offended area and stare him down like a predator, "Well, maybe someone should put me in my place then." Nipping at his lower lip, you squeal when you're pinned down, hands above your head and leg slotted between your own to push against you. "Trust me baby, it would be my pleasure."
Q - Quickie
Their opinions on quickies and how often they happen
Gojo should be embarrassed at how horny he seems to be all the time when you are around. Just the mere sight of you makes him groan internally, hands shoved in his pocket to control the almost raging hard on he's developing quickly. He should also be embarrassed at how easily you follow him to the spare classroom in the unused building at the very end of the hall, lights so dim and desk so dusty that they may need to check for mold at some point. But as your walls close around him as you grip the edge of a desk, your moans being choked back in case someone finds you, he can't complain about the state of the room.
"S-Satoru! Ah! We need to h-hurry! We've already been here too lo-oong!"
He knew you were right, but it was so hard when it felt this good. Never the less, they don't call it a quickie for no reason. "Yea, I got you babe." His hand finds your peal, drawing circles over the swollen nerve until he feels you go rigid, your hand in your mouth to muffle the scream that nearly tore through the buildings hallway. "There you go. Now it's my turn."
R - Risk
Are they game to experiment a little bit? Do they like to take risks?
Oh please, this is Satoru Gojo we're talking about; the man takes anything as a challenge. What's fun without a little risk anyways? Between the two of you, you've done a lot of things, some worked out and other didn't. The hot wax incident will forever live in his mind as one of the worst ideas he's ever had. Having his hands bound behind his back with imbued rope, he was helpless when the wax traveled a little too quickly from his hips to his balls. With no hair to stop the assault, the melty hot liquid trailed into the creases of his skin, burning him before he activated his technique and slung it away from his skin, his breathing harsh as fear for his genitals suddenly became a thing.
You looked wide-eyed at the red blotch on the wall before staring at the small welts that appeared on his skin. Maybe you should have researched this a little more before going in like an expert. "Satoru, I think this one is a no go." You quickly snuffed out the wick of the candle and untied the ropes from his wrist, watching as he immediately tended to his most sacred of areas.
"You think! Fuck, that was actually scary."
S - Stamina
How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?
Gojo has unruly amounts of stamina and can go for as long as you can take it. He questions sometimes whether or not he needs to stop when he stares down at you beneath him. Skin sweaty, pupils blown wide with desire as tears fall from their corners. "Baby, we can stop if you need to. We can take a break." He would whisper, thrusting gently into you to give you a moment's reprieve, even though the slow drag of his silky skin against yours was just as good as the hot friction of when he was speedy.
You had been at it for hours now and exhaustion was taking over. He lost count on how many times you had found release, and yet it wasn't enough, you were almost an insatiable as he was. You lifted your head, kissing him before falling back down and wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs gripping at his hips and urging him to start again. "One more, I-I want one more. Please baby, please make me come again. I can do it."
He chuckled into your neck, grabbing the fat of your thigh and beginning a punishing rhythm. "Ok baby, but after this, you're taking a bath and a nap. You can't take it anymore."
T - Toys
Do they own toys? Do they use them? If so is it on themselves or on you?
Gojo owns several toys; he has what some would call a collection of sorts. Vibrators, dildos, plugs and beads. Lubes and cuffs, whips and chains, you name it and he's more than likely had it in his personal storage box at some time or another. He finds no shame in his collection, rather watching your eyes light up and he nudges the black box from the closet is enough to get him going. He will reach in blindly and grab the first thing his fingers wrap around, almost like a sickening version of Russian roulette.
"Think you can handle this one tonight?" He smirks to himself as he holds a rather hefty metal plug, swiping his thumb over the aquamarine jewel on the end before flitting his matching colored eyes your way. He stiffens in his pants when you saunter over to him, kissing his jaw delicately before whispering, "I guess we should find out, shouldn't we?"
U - Unfair
How much do they like to tease?
Satoru Gojo is the definition of a tease, especially when he wakes in a playful mood. He will start in the morning, normally with something simple like a deep passionate kiss that lingers a little too long, an embrace that holds you a little too long before disappearing to the shower. As the day progresses though, you have already picked up on his little game, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance.
"Honestly Satoru, what are we, five?" You'll scold, shuffling exam papers in your hand and gasping when he creeps behind you, a hand slithering over the fabric of your underwear before putting the slightest amount of pressure to your clit while a deep chuckle rumbles against your back. "I don't recall five year olds doing something like this." He nips the lobe of your ear, his favorite part of you, before retracting himself just as quickly as he had groped you, walking from the room as if he hadn't a care in the world. Damn bastard even had the nerve to whistle.
It won't be until you are both home and lying in bed, that he will finally have pity of you. After endless hours of small groping, whispers of naughty words during the school day and promises of what he had in store for you, you were near bursting from the first swipe of his tongue against you.
V - Volume
How loud are they, what sounds do they make?
He's not a loud lover but he isn't the quietest either. Pants and groans will escape him as you bounce, your warm walls clenching oh so deliciously around his throbbing member. With every movement you make, the smallest of gasp leave his parted lips, hands digging into the meat of your hips as he tries to contain himself. But how could he do so when it was so good? When you looked like a goddess above him, pinching your own nipples and crying out his name as if he was the one doing all the work. "B-Baby--ah--you keep going and--ah!"
His heart will race, his stomach will contract and his throat will sing to you a melody of sweet music as you finally push him over the edge, burying his face into the expanse of your chest as he spurts his spend deep within your womb. He trembles as you keep going, cock sensitive but still craving your touch, making him whine and moan your name until finally you give in to your own desires as you crash against him with a song of your own, forming a duet of lust and sin.
W - Wild Card
A random head cannon for the character
He remembers the first day he saw you, the new teacher that was to aid along in the shaping of the young minds at the high school. You were shorter than him, much shorter. With your heart shaped face, round doe eyes and plump lips, he felt himself actually blush when you first spoke to him.
"It's nice to finally meet the famous Satoru Gojo! I look forward to working with you!"
Even your voice sounded like an angel to his ears. He swallowed a lump he didn't even know he had, looking through his blindfold at your smiling face and outstretched hand as you attempted a proper introduction. Never in his life had he thought a woman would get the best of him, and you hadn't even done anything other than introduce yourself, but the moment he felt your tiny hand within his, he knew that somehow he needed to know you more that you were willing to offer at that very moment.
X - X Ray
What's going on under those clothes?
He knows that he looks good, knows that you ogle him when he's working out without his shirt on. Muscles flexing and he does multiple chin up before dropping down for two fingered pushups, he watches as you pass by the open door of the schools training room multiple times, each pass getting slower and slower until eventually you stop.
"Hey baby, you need something?"
You can't help but to watch the beads of sweat as they fall into the creases of his abs, trailing dew drops of sin from his throat, over a nipple before clinging to his side, it makes you want to drink him up. "I'm fine, just...admiring the view is all." He watches as you saunter over, your index finger gathering beads of sweat from his nipple before you lean forward and wrap your lips around it, pulling the new erect bud taunt within your lips and revealing in the salty taste of his efforts. You can hear him sigh, fingers brushing though the strands of your hair before pulling you away and leaning down, "You know I could use a workout partner, if you're not busy of course."
Y - Yearning
How high is their sex drive?
Gojo will never say no to sex. His cock seems like it's constantly in overdrive, especially in your presence. His mind is muddle with nothing more than thoughts of you splayed out beneath him, whining and whimpering, begging for his touch and his tongue. He'll groan as he walks through the school, already regretting images of you last night as you bobbed your head up and down his length before spitting into the valley of your breasts and encasing him between them, rubbing them sensually against his begging member and licking the tip to gather the prespend that oozed out.
"Oh fuck me!" He cries out, not even aware that Principal Yaga heard his vulgar exclamation in passing before he begins to sprint to your cursed energy, ready to drag you to the unused classroom that recently had become more used that it was before.
Z - Zzz
How quickly do they fall asleep after the deed is done?
He does well after everything is said and done. Once the shower or baths have been taken, sheets have been changed and clothes have partially been put on, he finds sleep easily once he hears your steady breathing beside him. You'll curl into his frame, legs tangling with him before the smallest of snores echo in his ears. He smiles, looking down at the woman who turned his world upside down before placing a chaste kiss to her forehead while muttering, "You're adorable, baby. I'll tell you so in the morning."
Though when an earth shattering rumble echoes the room from your tiny frame, he blinks rapidly at the creature who conjured it, watching as she resumed the cute squeaks that lulled her into dreamland to begin with. "Damn, you aren't that cute, geez." He holds you closer, laughing to himself before falling asleep himself, wrapped in the love and heat of his woman.