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“Are you serious?” You looked at him, brows furrowed, arms crossed under your tits.

“Yes. PLEASEEEE, I’m not cool anymore. All the kids got a buzz.” Gojo whined, pulling you close by your hips, his long legs bracketing your thighs.

“Baby, you’re pushing 30. You don’t need to be cool.” Tilting your head, you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it enough so his head tilted back. “Plus…if you buzz it, I won’t have anything to hold onto.”

Gojo stared at you for a long while, gears turning in his head, before finally speaking up, “I had a 12-year-old. 12. Year. Old . Call me old and balding because my hair is white and you can’t see the hairline.” Gojo deadpanned.

You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing; however, you couldn’t help but snort at the thought.

“See! Stop laughing at me, damn it! I need to be cool!” Gojo groaned.

“Fine! Fine, fine. Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes with a huff.

Which left you here. Sitting on his lap as you slowly buzzed off his hair. You made sure it wasn’t too short, god forbid you made the man bald.

And the entire time, this mother fucker was staring into your SOUL.

By the time you were done, Gojo had hardly blinked.

“Okay. Done.” Turning off the shaver thing, you set it aside. Before running your hand over his head, nails pushing through the shorter hair.

And the shiver that went down his spine— one might think he was having a fucking seizure.

“O-oh fuck—“ he groaned, hands tightening on your hips, his cock throbbing at the feeling.

It was a different kind of feeling. But one that had him rearin and ready to go.

You could only blink, “What the fuck just happened?”

“Do it again. Fuck do it again, please.” Gojo demanded, eyes heavy and lidded as he pressed kisses up your jaw. And when you moved your hands over his buzz again, he was pressing up into you, grinding you down against his rapidly forming erection. “Fuck yes—“ he moaned against your skin, “They were so right about this.”

“Wha- YOU! I shaved your head for this? You freaky fu- Mm!” The feeling of his large hands squeezing the fat of your ass, just to drag your panty-clothed cunt over his boner?

“So worth it- soooo fucking worth it,” he was a panting mess, all needy as a wet patch formed on his boxers. A mix of his precum and your arousal that was easily pooling in and through your panties.

Gojo Satoru is 50% nerd and 50% dork. All wrapped up in a pale, lanky guy that’s way too tall for his own good.

He wasn’t popular in the normal popular sense. No, he was popular among the group of dorks he hung out with.

The kind of guys who were perpetually virgins. The kind of guys who make fun of regular popular kids, taking everyone at face value and assuming they have no problems of their own.

You were one of those popular girls. You weren’t mean. You weren’t loud and obnoxious. No, you were kind and sweet and so pretty it hurt to be around you.

You were the kind of person who had all kinds of friends. You didn’t stick with just one group. You were friends with the sports kids, the theatre kids, the band kids, the fucking chess club, hell, you even befriended the goth kids who think popularity is just another form of conformism.

Everybody loved you.

And Gojo was not an exception.

From the moment he saw you walk in late to the first fucking lecture of the semester. All pretty in a simple fitted long-sleeve and a simple pleated skirt that went mid-thigh, a jacket only zipped barely halfway, keeping you warm.

“I’m so sorry!” You’d apologize to the professor, who just rolled his eyes and waved you off because it was too early and he was only a few years older than you.

(Live laugh love young professors who dgaf)

And the entire time, his eyes never left you. Gojo was sitting in the back, his weird little buddies on either side of him. His glasses pushed too far up, hard, messy, and his sweatshirt sat awkwardly on his body.

It was like he physically couldn’t look away. Not from the way you’d laugh awkwardly and sit down at a random spot. Regardless of who was next to you, you’d say hi and talk to the neighbor.

You two couldn’t be more different.

Which made the current situation even weirder.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo mumbled against your lips, hands pawing at your hips, large and squeezing as they slid down to your ass.

One hand cupping his jaw, the other pressed against his chest, nails digging in each time he’d grunt into the kiss.

What was supposed to be a study session ended up with you on his lap, thighs bracketing his hips, and his lips swollen from how he was kissing you.

“We- we should be s-studying—“ Gojo would pant and moan lowly each time your hips grinded against the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

“We’ve been studying, let’s take a break.” You’d murmur against his jaw, pressing kisses down to his shoulder before biting down teasingly.

It started there. And after that night, it only snowballed into a secret relationship.

You were both absolutely head over heels for each other. The first month or so was perfect. Absolutely amazing.

Sneaking around was fun, and it gave you both an adrenaline rush— you’d kiss when nobody was looking, sneakily hold hands, run off to go hook up in some single bathroom, or hell, you’d even sneak him into your dorm more times than you could count.

But it got old.

It got old quick.

“Baby, do we really have to do this whole sneaking around thing?” You whined, slipping back on your clothes.

“Yes.” Gojo didn’t waste a second to answer, his answer firm and sure.

His quick answer hard your heart aching. At first, you’d thought he’d wanted to keep it secret for you, but no.

“Come on, you’ve gotta leave before anyone sees you.” Gojo was hurrying you out the door, but the moment he’d had you out in the hallway, one of his buddies was standing right beside the door.

Blinking slowly, surprised to see one of the most popular girls leaving his friend's room wasn’t what he was expecting. “Gojo?”

Gojo stared down at him, like he got caught red-handed. “Uhh— I was tutoring her.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, I’m—“ you went to shake the guy's hand, but he just gave you a disgusted glare that had you blinking in surprise.

“Dude, why are you even tutoring her? Isn’t it just a waste of time? Not like she’ll even retain any of it.”

Oh. That was really mean. You looked back up at Gojo, expecting him to back you up, but all he did was push you further out into the hallway.

“Yeah, probably was a waste of time.” Gojo was quick to agree with his buddy.

“…” You just stood there for a long moment. “I thought… that you liked me?” You whispered, looking at the ground and sounding so hurt and fragile that it had the air knocked out of Gojo’s lungs.

“What are you babbling about? Go do your makeup or some shit and get outta our flat.” The guy was waving you off and walking into Gojo’s dorm.

That was the final straw, because the dam broke and tears started to flow. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a pathetic little squeak. Your throat tightened and burned, and you were embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed.

Quickly, you turned on your heel and walked down that hallway as fast as you possibly could without breaking into a sprint.

Gojo just watched. He watched with his heart in his stomach as you ran off. Running a hand over his face, he groaned. He fucked up— so bad. Knowing he’d hurt you like that made him sick.

But with his friend in his dorm, he just sighed and walked back inside, hoping that his buddy couldn’t smell your perfume still on his sheets.

That night, you went back to your dorm. And cried. Cried so fucking hard that when your roommate got home, she thought your dog died.

You cried. And cried. And cried. All night, and stayed cuddled up with your best friend.

And then the day after that, there was silence.

Rubbing his eyes, still groggy from the literal three hours he had gotten from sleep, Gojo sat down in his seat. His eyes automatically landed on the back of your head.

He’d tried calling you, maybe 80+ times, sent god knows how many texts. And every single one of them got left on delivered. No call was answered, and hell— he even sent an email just in case.

But all he got was radio silence.

And the entirety of the lecture, he didn’t write down a single note. Hell, he didn’t even get out his fucking computer so he could even type.

His eyes were glued to the back of your head. He hardly blinked. He knew he had to talk to you after this class. He wanted to apologize and try to fix whatever he’d broken as quickly as possible.

So when that bell rang, he simply got up and waited for you outside the door.

But when you came out, you didn’t even look at him. Eyes were still a little red and swollen from crying the night before.

“Hey— wait, can we talk?” He grabbed your wrist gently, not expecting you to immediately tug it out of his grip like you did.

“No.” It was a firm, short answer.

Gojo blinked, not used to hearing you talk to him like that. “Please, I really wanna apologize about what happened last n-“

“Gojo. Leave me alone.” You shot him a glare, your bottom lip threatening to quiver as you felt that familiar tightness in your throat, that burn that meant one thing and one thing only— you wanted to cry again.

He couldn’t handle it. It physically hurt to see you like this— to see you literally repulsed by his touch.

“Please! I need to explain— and- and make it up to you—“

“I don’t want anything to do with you! You made it clear that I embarrass you. You let your asshole friend walk all over me, and you literally said we studied when we’d just fucked!” You were yelling now.

It was so out of character for you that literally the hallway stilled, and even the professor stuck his head out the door so he could watch.

“I mean— is that really all you want from me? Just to fuck and then push me out? You said you like me! A lot!” Tears ran down your cheeks, and you felt humiliated.

“I do! I like you so much- and I don’t only want you for sex! God— no, that isn’t what I want at all,” Gojo was struggling to find the words, and all the eyes now on them didn’t make it any better.

“You didn’t want it at all? So what? Was this just a point you were trying to make?” Your voice was softer, and you couldn’t have felt more hurt— hell, you couldn’t have felt more used than you did now.

“No! God no, please can we just talk in private and—“

“I hate you. I hate you so much, I can’t believe I was in love with you.” You were crying now. Hands are trying to wipe your eyes, but the tears don’t stop.

“You were in love with me? You love me?” Gojo’s voice was a whisper now, eyes wide and breathless.

“Not anymore.” With one last glare, you pushed past him and walked down the hallway.

He didn’t move. Just stood there. Feeling a sense of loss that he couldn’t even put into words. His shoulders dropped, and he just kind of stared at the spot you once stood at.

“Hi baby!!” Smiling, you set your things down on the counter before coming over to him.

“Hi,” Gojo gave you a dry response, his eyes glued to the TV. He had a day off and honestly just spent it lying around.

Your brows furrowed at his dry tone. Usually, he’d be all over you. Maybe he was just having an off day. “How was your day?” You smiled at him anyway and plopped down on the couch beside him, “Haven’t seen you all day.”

Gojo side-eyed you for a second before looking away back to the TV. “It was fine.” Another dry response.

“Ummm… right, so do you wanna go and cuddle in bed? I literally missed you so m—“

“Can you not? Like you’re actually so clingy.” Gojo’s voice was sharp and honestly really rude.

“…what do you mean…?” Sitting up a little more, you looked at him with a confused and hurt expression.

Gojo rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face, “Oh my fucking god- you always want to be around me and we’re always touching and god forbid I’m not around you for a fucking day. And when I’m on missions, you’re always fucking texting me! Like I don’t get it, please just fuck off!”

The more he spoke, the more he worked himself up, his voice rising as he snapped at you.

Your throat burned as tears threatened to spill, your hurt in your stomach as you listened to every word. “…oh.” Slowly, you nodded, “you’re right… That’s my bad.”

Getting up, you just left him in the living room and went into the bedroom. You sat on the bed and just stared at the wall. His words had been absorbed into your brain way too deeply, and suddenly you felt self-conscious.

Were you really too clingy? Too loving and touching? Were you too much?

Swallowing thickly, you let out a shaky breath before getting dressed into one of your hoodies— which was weird in its own right because you always wore his clothes. Sliding on the hoodie, followed by a pair of leggings, fuzzy socks, and shoes.

By the time Gojo was coming in, you had taken off your makeup and tied your laces.

He eyed you weirdly before rolling his eyes, “Don’t be pissed off. I just said the truth.”

Taking another shaky breath, you nodded, “Not upset. Just gonna head out, Nanami and his wife invited me over for a little get-together.”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll get dres—“

“No, don’t worry about it. You stay home and relax.” You quickly replied before leaving without another word— no kiss, no hug, or anything.

Gojo nodded to himself and smiled, “Alright, now I get more alone time.”

Gojo hadn’t seen you in a week, and he was craving your touch, your scent, and everything. He just wanted to hold you and sink his face into your neck. Walking into your shared home, he paused when he saw you packing a suitcase.

“Oh, hey, welcome home.” You said, albeit a little dryly.

“…yeah… where are you going? I just got home.” Gojo frowned, brows furrowed.

“I have a mission that’ll last me a week or so. You’ll be fine without me.” You numbly replied before grabbing your suitcase and moving to leave.

“You don’t even wanna eat dinner with me?” Gojo felt his chest ache and his breath halt. Why were you being so cold?

“Don’t have time. See you later.” You merely waved at him before heading out. Leaving Gojo standing there in shock, confusion, and a growing sense of sadness.

“Okay..?” He mumbled before walking to the couch. Sitting down in the same spot he’d sat in that week prior when he’d snapped at you.

During your mission, he’d texted you maybe 40 times. He hardly got a reply, and when he did, it was dry. You never answered his calls.

And what’s worse? By the time you got home, he had to go off again. He didn’t even get to see you in between. He felt touch starved, pent up, and hurt.

But finally, finally when his mission was over and he came home, he saw you relaxing on the couch on your phone.

He sighed in relief, “Hey, baby, I’m home.” His voice was hopeful for the reaction you used to give him.

“Welcome home.” You didn’t even look up from your phone. Too busy doom scrolling on Instagram.

Gojo felt his nerves tick. Why weren’t you giving him the same affection you used to? God damnit, he missed you.

“What’s going on with you?” He glared at you now, and set his things down before walking closer and taking your phone out of your hands.

“What are you talking about?” You just stared up at him, as if your own heart wasn’t aching.

“You don’t talk to me— ever! You don’t text me, call me, hell, I hardly ever see you!” His hands lifted in the air just before falling back at his sides.

“What the hell are you on about? I’m just doing what you told me to.” You rolled your eyes before getting up. But Gojo pulled you right back.

“What do you mean? I never told you to just act like a stranger!” Gojo had your wrist in a tight grip.

“Yes, you did? Remember? ‘You’re so fucking clingy’ and ‘why can’t you just fuck off’.” You poorly mimicked him, giving him an unimpressed look.

Your words had his mouth immediately closing. His heart clenching once-a-fucking-gain. “I- I didn’t mean that… I just… needed some space for a few days.”

“No, you don’t talk to me like that and expect me not to react this way. You were a fucking asshole to me for no goddamn reason, so I’m just giving you what you asked for.” You yanked your wrist from his grip. “God just pick a fucking lane. What do you want?”

“I-I—“

“I-I- shut the fuck up. I’m tired of this shit. You’re always away on missions, and whenever I try to love you or talk to you, you’d just shut me down.” She snapped at him. “I’m making you eat your own fucking words. Just so I can do this,” pushing your finger into his chest, “I’m breaking up with you. My shits already packed up.”

“Wait— now wait a fucking minute! You can’t just drop me like that! I made one mistake!” Gojo was quickly trying to backpedal. No way you were trying to break up with him. No fucking way. You were the one he was supposed to marry, grow old with, and have kids with. This is not supposed to happen.

“Yeah? Should’ve thought about that before being a shitty boyfriend. Now get the hell out of my way.” You pushed past him and grabbed your keys. “Now you can finally be all alone. Just like you wanted.” You spat before slamming the door behind you.

Gojo was just left standing there, mouth agape as he stared at the place you just stood.

He couldn’t comprehend what the hell just happened. He had just lost you, in what felt like 60 fucking seconds.

Slowly, he sat down, the house deathly silent. He’d been with you for only five months. No way he had fucked up this early? He’d been trying to get with you for so long, and he’d finally had you— and just like that?

Fuck.

The tears started flowing before he could stop them.

Before the acceptance could settle in, there was denial. “She’ll be running back to me when she realizes how good she had it with me.” He huffed to himself and turned on some random show to distract himself.

But that pain in his chest didn’t go away. And if you never came back? That pain would never go away.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You sighed, opening up the fridge and realizing there was no more milk after pouring a bowl of cereal.

Rubbing a hand over your face, you sighed and grabbed a glass of water before pouring it into the bowl. Sitting down on the chair, and began eating the cereal.

Mid-bite, your eyes roamed across your new apartment. It wasn’t the nicest. By any means. A big ass step down from the house you’d shared with Gojo.

It’d been five months since you broke up with him. Sure, you missed him. You missed the him he was at the beginning of the relationship. All sweet and loving. And no matter what, you’d always still have some love for him.

But the him now? Well.

“That motherfucker can eat shit and die.” Rolling your eyes, you took the last bite of your cereal aggressively. Thinking about the way he spoke to you made you angry all over again.

Putting the bowl into the sink, you moved over to the living room to grab your car keys.

“Cannot believe I let him talk to me like that.” You mumbled to yourself, brows furrowed as you locked up your apartment before walking out to your car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, you glanced at your phone, feeling the buzz, and paused.

Laughing, you threw another piece of cake at him, snorting as the icing comically slowly dragged down his face as he gave you an unimpressed eye roll.

“Is it funny?”

“Yes.” You grinned, leaning back in your seat as you licked a piece of cake off your finger. “Damn, I make a damn good cake.”

Wiping the cake from his face and licking it off his hand, he couldn’t help but nod, “I agree.”

“Of course you do, it’s a wonder how your teeth haven’t rotted out.” You quirked a brow, before grabbing your empty plate and his— moving to the sink.

“It’s because I wash them— I’m also *cough* the world’s strongest.” He sat smugly back, watching as you washed the dishes.

It had been a month or so since he’d caught you in that grocery store. A month since you’d become friends again. A month since he’d texted you.

And it’d be 6 months since you broke up with him— broke up with him for him hurting you, calling you clingy and being rude, for neglecting you and leaving you alone.

And he’d been wishing he could turn back time and fix his mistake ever since.

Gojo regretted asking to be your friend, because now, he had to keep his longing a secret. He had to keep his love for you an absolute secret. Else, you’ll disappear forever this time.

It’s like a punishment. One he deserves no doubt— but one he wishes he didn’t have to burden.

He’d have to keep the way his eyes soften every time you did something cute, or familiar a secret.

Or how he wants and misses your kisses- the way you’d used to wrap your arms around his neck. How you’d pull him in with a smile and some corny joke.

Or how you’d get all dolled up for him whenever he’d take you out— hell, he missed how you’d wear his hoodies and a pair of panties around the house.

He missed living with you. Being near you, holding you, everything. He missed you.

And while he got to be near you again and talk to you, it was never the same. In fact, it was almost worse. Having to hide his love— yes, it was his own personal torture. And yet somehow, he could never pull away from you.

Time passed, and it was like everything was before you two had dated. Before you’d broken up with him.

However, it was getting bad. Bad for you, at least. It’d been bad for him.

Those stupid fucking feelings were boiling over again. Boiling over and infecting your heart.

You wanted to rip your eyes out every time you found them glued to him, or how you found yourself just admiring and adoring him like you used to.

You wish you’d never met him again. But even with that said, your heart longed for him. You longed to have his arms wrapped around you, to hear him whisper sweet nothings against your temple during the late nights again.

You miss him.

And you hated it. Because he hurt you- lord knows he did.

But part of you, a big part, wanted to believe he learned his lesson. That he’d changed.

“Hey, you listening?” Gojo’s brows furrowed, and he flicked your forehead gently.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” You blinked, eyes dry from how hard you’d been staring at his hands. Oh, those hands. His hands. The same hands that would wrap around your throat as he fucked you from behind—

“What did I say?” Gojo was no fool,  yes, he was— he could read you like a book. The way you watched him, how you watched his every move, and how you held the same longing in your eyes as he did in his.

And that had his heart racing against his chest like he was some prepubescent teen from high school all over again getting his first hug.

“Uhhh…” You found yourself staring at the way his throat would bob every time he’d swallow, or how his biceps would flex slightly with every little movement- and oh fuck.

“Exactly. What’re you thinking about, hm?” Tilting his head, that stupid shit eating grin stretched across those sexy fucking lips. “I think I have an idea.”

Now that— that had you snapping your eyes up to meet his again. “Huh?” You answered dumbly.

“Look,” Gojo reached across the table and grabbed your hands in his, “I messed up. Bad. So bad. And I have been trying to make up for that every day since. Hurting you will forever be my biggest regret—“

“Oh hell no.” Your lip curled in disgust, and you tried to yank your hand away, but Gojo’s grip was too tight.

“Listen, please.” Gojo was basically begging. His voice was all sweet and desperate, eyes almost puppy-like.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes stuck to his like a rat in a sticky trap. Sighing, you settled back into the seat, “Fuck. Fine. Speak.”

“I miss you, so fucking much. I miss being able to kiss you— hold you, love you, cuddle you. I miss it all. I miss you.” His thumb gently swiped over your hand, his words so sweet you wanted to melt, “and I know you miss me too.”

“You don’t know that.” You were quick to speak up. You didn’t like feeling so read— as if you were just a book left wide open for him to read whenever he pleased. That pissed you off just as much as it made you swoon.

“But I do. I see the way you look at me, the way you watch me. Pretty, I know you want me just as much as I want you.” Slowly, his begging turned to a little more confident, “I will be so much better to you. I will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever fucking had.”

You just eyed him. Looking over every single little thing about him. The way his facial expressions would change in just the tiniest little ways. You were analyzing him.

And it made him nervous.

“Please take me back, please. Fuck I’ll do anything, I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have t-“

Gojo was cut off by the feeling of your lips pressing against his in a deep, unforgiving kiss. And fuck, if he wasn’t just as desperate to feel you.

He stood up so fast the chair shot out from under him, and a strong arm sent the table between you flying as he pulled you closer.

It was messy— all teeth, spit, and moans. Your hands were all in his hair and on his neck, and he was no better. He couldn’t decide where to leave them, your hips, waist, or to just hoist you up so he could hold you.

“Missed you,” kiss “so” kiss “fucking” kiss “much.” He groaned against your lips.

You, however, were quickly yanking yourself away from him when you got your senses back to you. Staring at him wide-eyed, you took a step back. “No, no— I can’t- we can’t- no.” Quickly, you grabbed your keys from the bowl and left his house. He got a new house, so you’d come over.

And Gojo was left standing there, watching as you pulled out of the driveway so fast you left tire marks on the driveway, again.

Sighing softly, he could feel his heart ache. Did he fuck this all up? Probably. Would he give up? Hell no.

Running a hand through his hair, he, in frustration, kicked the chair. Just before picking it back up and mumbling an apology to the inanimate object.

That was just the first time you let temptation take you. And it wouldn’t be the last time.

Because when it came to him, you found yourself growing weak. Even after the shit he’d put you through, you’d always ache for him.

The second time it happened was actually at a little get-together celebration with Gojo and his students, along with Nanami, his wife, and Shoko.

You’d spent the last hour teasing Yuji and Megumi and had been avoiding Gojo like the plague. But eventually, the man had pulled you aside to finally talk to you.

Calling out your name, he finally got you to sit down with him, but instead of beating around the bush, he was blunt: “You’re avoiding me.”

“What? Psh. No.” Waving him off, you looked away and sipped on your glass of wine. You have always been a wine drinker. Regardless of the fuckass headache you always got after.

“You are. And it needs to stop, please. I can’t handle it.” Gojo looked at you dead in the eye, and that had you swallowing nervously.

“You—…” You cut yourself off and shut your mouth. Before just nodding, your cheeks were a light pink as you stared down at your wine.

“Good, because I was about to like— die if I didn’t get to talk to you again.” Gojo sighed in relief before shooting you a playful, charming grin. All he wanted to do was lock you in his arms and run off into the sunset so you’d be his again.

A playful, charming grin that hid the devastating adoration and love he held for you.

The night so far had been a success. After your little awkward moment with Gojo, things were back to normal. Or as normal as they could be.

You’d even gotten Yuji to taste your wine— and bless his heart, he was wiping his tongue with a napkin and whining.

“This is bad, so bad.” Poor boy had the most disgusted look on his face.

“Poor thing, you fell for her little ‘taste my wine’ trick, didn’t you?” Gojo looked at him with fake pity before laughing, “Well, at least we know you’ll never be a wine-aholic.”

Rolling your eyes, you finished the rest of your wine before placing down three one-hundred-dollar bills. You made plenty to pay for the little party and drinks you’d and everyone else had had, including tip.

You missed how Gojo glared at the money you placed down, and when you turned your back, he snatched it up and replaced it with his own 5 hundreds. You would not be paying on his watch.

“You sure you're good to drive? You had a good few glasses of wine.” Gojo helped you when you stumbled a little. His hand rested on the small of your back as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You worried about me?” You shot him a cheeky grin, your cheeks flushed from a few too many glasses of wine you had.

“Always.” He smiled softly down at you, absolutely adoring the way you felt his arms.

“I need to um, get to my car.” You tried to push off of him but stumbled.

“Hell no, pretty, you are not going to be driving.” Gojo was quick to pull you back into him, strong arms coming to wrap around your waist.

“Mmk.” You just hummed in response, giving him a dopey smile before getting up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his jaw.

Gojo’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, and his hand tightened on your hips, “Don’t do this to me, beautiful.”

“Do what?” You merely nipped at his jaw before nipping at his throat.

“You are such a tease, that much hasn’t changed.” He mumbled against your hair, pressing a sweet kiss before getting you to walk again.

This time, walking you to his own car. “What’s your address, beautiful?”

“Uhh…” you just stared at the ceiling of the car for a moment, completely stumped.

“Right. Uhuh.” Gojo stared at you before snorting, a contented grin stretching on his pretty lips as he put the car in drive. “I’ll just take you to mine.”

“Ok…” you sighed in response, leaning back in the seat, “love you, Toru.”

And that had him near about slamming on the brakes. His hands were so tight around the steering wheel that his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched hard, and his brows furrowed. “You are so, so cruel.”

The ride back to his place was silent. Silent except for the sound of his heart racing and his blood rushing in his ears. Of course, you’d say some shit like this when you got drunk. Of course.

“Up you go,” Gojo easily lifted you onto the bed. Sitting you down, he stood between your knees as he straightened you up. “You feeling okay?”

“Mm.” You merely hummed in response, leaning your head against his shoulder, going all slack in his arms.

Gojo sighed softly through his nose, before gently lifting your blouse over your head and replacing it with his own shirt. And soon your pants were yanked off promptly after. “Comfortable?”

“Mhmm…” nodding, you let your body fall back against his bed. Sighing in relief at the feeling of the cold comforter against your back.

Gojo nodded and set down the money you’d tried to use to pay for the party on the dresser; you could grab it in the morning.

“Right. Well, guess I’ll just uh… go sleep on the couch.” Gojo mumbled, mainly to himself. However, you quickly stopped him with your foot.

“Wait…come back,” you grumbled, your foot pressed flat against his back.

Gojo looked at you unimpressed, “Really? This is a new shirt, y’know.” He bitched and grumbled, knowing damn well he’d burn his entire closet just to lie down with you again.

So, he easily slid off his shoes, socks, shirt and pants before slipping on a pair of baggy old basketball shorts and crawling into bed with you. He didn’t touch you until you curled up against his chest.

Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

He knew you’d be pissed in the morning…but for now, he’d just bury his face in your hair and enjoy your scent like he used to.

“You really hurt me, y’know?” You murmured against his chest, eyes closed.

“…I know.” Gojo could feel his heart restricting and his throat burning. That guilt was coming back to eat him up, just like it always did.

“I missed you so much… still do. I wish you’d never ruined what we’d had.” Your eyes opened, but only halfway as you let your drunken thoughts spill as they pleased. “I still love you, though, think I always will.”

Gojo let out a shaky breath, “I love you too, pretty. I’ll make it up to you, even if it takes the next hundred years. I won’t let you go.”

He could feel your smile against his chest and the way you just melted against him. His own eyes threatened to tear up, but he only held you tighter and closer.

You didn’t open your eyes when you woke up. Your head ached, absolutely pounding.

Fucking wine.

And even tho you had a hangover that was just as bad as a kidney stone, the warmth you felt around you was intoxicating. It had you sighing softly and curling further into said warmth.

Except, said warmth moved.

Said warmth had a heartbeat.

Said warmth smelled fucking amazing and painfully familiar.

Forcing your eyes open, your whole body tensed when you were met with a muscular chest. Then the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you registered—

Oh shit.

Immediately, you sat up so fast that it had Gojo jolting away. His voice was rough and gravelly from sleep, his eyes squinting as he looked up at you. “What’s wrong, sweets?”

“You— You. WHY are you in my bed?” You tore out of bed so fast you were tripping over your own feet. Almost busting your ass as you yanked on a hoodie over your shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. “Did we— oh god. Oh no.”

Your skin crawled. You were mad. So mad. Mad and sick. Your stomach hurt. Why did you do this?

“What? No. You got drunk last night off wine, and I took you home. You kept whining about wanting me to stay, so… I did.” Gojo shrugged and rubbed his eyes before sitting up, back against the headboard.

“..oh.” Now, that anger was replaced by embarrassment, and that sick feeling only deepened.

Ok. So this is my fault.

“Relax, we didn’t do anything.” Gojo crossed his arms, biceps flexing as he did, “but we could if you wanted to.” He winked.

“You are insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, finally calming down. Putting a hand on your temple, trying to calm the migraine, you made your way into the kitchen. “This is so fucking stupid. Fucking wine.”

Chugging down a glass of water, you stared at the stove top. That was, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

And oh, that feeling of warmth and that familiar scent. It felt so nice, and yet so sickening.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” Gojo murmured against your shoulder, not missing the way you side eyed him.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember?” His brows were furrowed now, almost offended.

“No??”

“You said you loved me. That you missed me.” Gojo filled in the gaps and turned you around in his hold. Eyeing you with so much hope.

You stared at him for a long time, a long, long time. Debating whether or not that was true, regardless, it didn’t matter. “So what? Not like we’ll ever get back together.” You pulled away, huffing at the way your heart ached slightly as his shoulders slumped.

“Wait, what?” No,w Gojo was pulling you back. “It does matter, because if you do love me, we can— no, we need to get back together.”

“And why would I? You’ll just become an asshole all over again. Remember? ‘Why the fuck are you so clingy?’” You did air quotes before slapping his hand away.

“But— but come on now, I’m— I was stupid. I took you for granted. I’d never do that to you— not ever, ever again. I will spend the rest of my life making you see how I’ve changed if I need to.” Taking a step closer to you, “Please, please just give me another chance. Do you want me to get on my knees? Want me to beg?”

You glaring at him, “yes.” You didn’t think he’d do it. When you’d dated him before, he was all pride. ‘World's strongest’ this and ‘chosen one’ that.

However, your breath stalled in your throat when he knelt down in front of you, literally on his knees, as his hands found your hips. His eyes were almost puppy-like as he literally begged you.

Like a sinner at an altar, pleading for forgiveness.

You hated how much you like it. How it made you so happy to see him like this. So weak that he’d beg— on his knees.

“Please, baby, I swear on everything— I swear on my eyes that I’ll never hurt you again. If I ever do— you can have them.” He pressed gentle kisses to your knuckles.

You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “…you ever, and I mean ever, talk to me like you did— behave like you did, to me again— I’ll hold you to that swear.” Your hand held his jaw, fingers digging into his jaw.

He nodded so fast, and when you pressed your lips against his, he was just as fast to stand up. Kissing you like a man starved and you were a five-course meal.

Gojo’s hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling you flush against him. Lord, he was moaning into the kiss, murmuring about how thankful he was— how much he missed this, missed you.

You weren’t much better. Your nails clawed up his arms, his chest, and dragged through his hair just to tug slightly hard.

“Missed you so— fucking much.” He grunted against your lips. Already hard and throbbing and oh so pathetic.

“You really are a desperate ex.” You smiled against his lips.

“Yeah, ‘m desperate for you. Sure as shit not your ex anymore.” He leaned down to press bites and nips all across your shoulders.

Now that had you smiling. “Yeah. Not my ex anymore.”

Your next kiss was sweet, all love and adoration.

This time, you knew he wouldn’t fuck this up. Who’d want to lose their eyes?

“Baby, why haven’t I met your parents?” Gojo gave you a quirky little grin, kissing your cheek sweetly.

You stared at him, and your happy mood immediately faltered. “Well, I- I— it’s just not really important.” You gave him a little smile and kissed his forehead before going into your bedroom.

Gojo sighed, growing frustrated. You always did this. Anytime he asked about your parents, about marriage, about children, you completely shut down.

And he was getting so tired of it. He just wanted to take the step in your relationship; he wanted to be with you. You’d been together for 4 years for fucks sake.

Getting up, he tried to keep his frustrations in, walking inside your shared bedroom, “baby, please, I’m ready to take this to the next step—“

“No goddamn it, no!” You snapped at him, eyes glossy and a mean look on your face. But all the anger just covered up so much trauma.

“Why the hell not?! You have met everybody in my life! I have given you everything!” Now he was yelling back, the vein in his forehead straining.

“Stop fucking asking me all the fucking questions!” You stood up from the bed.

One thing led to another, and you were having a screaming match.

However, when Gojo raised his hand a little too quickly, you flinched. Your body tensed so hard, and your head shrank back.

Gojo stared at you, mouth agape at your reaction. He watched as you looked back up at him, as if you were waiting for a hit or anything.

When you saw him staring at you, you grew so fucking embarrassed. Your face was red and your eyes were teared up, tear streaks running down your face, and oh— you were a fucking mess.

You immediately grabbed your keys and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind you. In nothing but an oversized shirt and panties, no shoes or socks.

“Wait! Sweets, you can’t go out like that, please—“ he tried to follow after you, but you were pulling out of the driveway so fast that there were streaks on the road. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He yelled, slamming the door shut so hard it knocked photos off the wall.

A picture of you and him lay on the ground, shattered to bits and torn.

“Shit…” he sighed, his own tears beginning to fall as he leaned down to pick up the picture. Flipping over the picture, he noticed a phone number. Curiosity mixed with the absolute feeling of his heart cracking in fucking half. So he called it.

“Hello?” And an old woman’s voice answered.

Gojo’s brows furrowed. “Who is this? This is Gojo Satoru.”

“This is **** (your mom’s name)”, the older woman answered.

“Are you y/n’s mother?” Gojo’s voice got a little lighter. Would he finally get to meet you?

“Yes… is this her boyfriend?” The woman got a little sassier.

“Yes… Well, I am trying to marry your daughter, but she is proving to be… very stubborn…” Gojo sighed, before plopping down on the couch, deciding to give you space, he felt so fucking bad.

“What happened?” Your mother spoke up after a hefty moment of silence.

“I asked her about when I could meet her family… and she freaked out.” Gojo sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Oh… well that’ll do it, I suppose.” She sighed, sipping on the Bloody Mary she’d made moments prior.

“What do you mean? Seriously, all I want to do is marry the woman. Why is it so hard?” Gojo glared at the picture for a second before the anger immediately dissipated into sadness. “She acts like the floor will fall out from under her any second.”

“It’s because it has, it always has. Poor thing, I s’pose this is my fault.” The old woman sighed, glancing out of the window and at the little pond a few yards out.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ll admit I wasn’t the best mother. She was the oldest out of three and I had a rocky relationship with my husband. I guess I’d taken it out on her… left her alone to take care of her siblings and her father. That drunk old bastard,” she huffed, “hates me now. I understand why. Every time things would get good, something would always, always go wrong.”

“…” Gojo stayed quiet for a long time. Just taking in this information. He had no idea, he had no idea about anything. Anything about your life before you’d turned 23.

“She’s afraid she’ll end up like me, afraid her marriage will turn out like mine, that she’ll treat her kids like I did mine. I’ll forever regret what I did to my poor sweet girl.” Your mother sighed softly, heart aching with regret and agony that she would never get her daughter back.

“…I have to go.” Gojo immediately hung up the phone and stood up. Dialing your number over and over and over and over and over again, he called you 106 times.

Every time, he got no answer. So, he just decided to wait. He cleaned up the glass, tried to watch a show, and eventually tried to cook dinner. But he was terrible at it. You were much better. And that thought had his shoulders slumping.

It wasn’t until dark that you finally showed up again. Eyes all red and swollen, bare feet roughed up, and you had fresh little cuts and bruises that littered your body.

You’d gone and run through the woods to get to the old creek you used to play in as a kid.

It was 100% not safe, 100% stupid, and it 100% had Gojo’s heart shattering a little more.

You didn’t say anything to him, just walked past him and slipped into the guest bedroom, before collapsing on the bed.

You’d exhausted yourself with all the crying and walking you’d done. But you still didn’t want to speak to Gojo. You weren’t mad at him, not really. Just scared.

Things had been going so good. What happens if you marry him and end up a drunkard witch like your mother? What if you turn cruel and horrible to your children?

Fears ran deep, and trauma was still solidified in your mind from your adolescence.

“Baby?” Gojo’s voice cut you away from your mental thoughts. From the spiral, you were threatening to go on again.

Glancing up, you noticed him staring at you with sad eyes, “Please talk to me.” He whispered so softly. And when you didn’t say anything, he took that as a good sign and walked further into the room before sitting down on the bed.

“…”

“I spoke to your mother.”

You immediately looked up at him, shocked and horrified all at the same time. “You did what?!”

“I’d accidentally broken the frame and saw the number…” he handed you the picture of the two of you, your mother’s number scribbled on the back.

You’d written that a while ago. When you had debated on calling her or not. You’d written down to have her number somewhere, just didn’t want it in your phone.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“I understand now why you don’t want to take any steps further…” Gojo spoke so softly, his touch so gentle on your chin as he had you looking up at him. “Baby, I am so sorry. I had no idea what’d happened or what you’d gone through… I should have never pressured you like that.”

You just stared at him, your bottom quivering and your eyes growing glassy again.

“I love you. With all my heart. You never, and will never ever have to worry about the carpet getting yanked out from under you again.” He kissed your forehead softly. “I want to be there for you, in sickness and in health, I want to be there for you in the good and the bad. I want you, all of you.”

“You don’t mean that.. I-I— what if down the road you start to resent me- or- or what if-“

“No, baby, that won’t happen.” Gojo gave you the most adoring expression; he was looking at you like you truly were the only thing in his life— in his world, even. “It won’t happen because I love you with my everything, and nothing will ever change that. And if I need to remind you every morning and every night, I will.”

You swallowed thickly, sighing shakily before burying your face in his neck as you crawled up to him. “I’m so sorry, baby.” You murmured, the tears already flowing.

“It’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong, pretty.” He whispered against your hair, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arms around you completely. “But please, next time we argue or anything like that, put some pants and shoes on before going running through the woods.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, a little giggle leaving you. And that had a smile on his face almost immediately. “I love you, Toru.”

“I love you, sweets.”

It was early, around 6 am. A bad thunderstorm still raged outside and rain beat against the window. The thunder added to the comforting backtrack and Gojo’s heartbeat, which had you fast asleep.

You were laying on top, thighs on either side of his hips and your face was buried in his shoulder. You wore one of your moo moos Gojo actually fucking loves them and nothing else under as per usual.

Gojo woke up first, usually, he didn’t, and he’d be fast asleep for as long as he possibly could. But the thunder, one specifically harsh clap in the sky, had him inhaling sharply and his eyes snapping open.

However, that initial panic quickly washed away as he looked down at you. A lazy smile rose to his lips as his hands found your waist. They moved up and down your curves, and then one of his hands would slip under your moomoo and trace your spine slowly.

He loved seeing you like this, he never gets the chance though because he’s either working, away on a mission or sleeping in till 11:00.

You were so soft and sweet in the morning. Your heart beats steady, and your check rests against his shoulder. Oh, his heart was melting.

However, the more he let his hands roam around the stunning expanse of your body, his cock slowly began to twitch to life.

His hands slid down, before gently squeezing your ass. A little groan left his lips as he peeked over your shoulder. The way the moomoo just draped over your back, showing off the natural curve of your spine, had his mouth-watering.

Not to mention the way your tits pressed against him so perfectly. He could feel every breath you took and it was addicting.

Slowly, he began pressing sweet and gentle kisses to your neck. His mind racing with thoughts of you bent over a pillow as he fucked from behind, or putting you in missionary, or hell even waking you up by eating you out and letting you squeeze his face between your thighs. He does love that.

But no, he decided to be gentle as he woke you up. His sweet kisses trailed down to your shoulder before you finally woke up.

Little sleepy groans and grumbles were all the noise you’d make as you just tried to cuddle harder into him. For once, you didn’t want to wake up at the ass crack of dawn.

Being able to listen to the rain, Gojo’s hard beat, and the thunder? Hell yes.

“Good morning baby.” His morning voice was rough and husky, and it had you sighing as you buried your face in his neck, lips pressed against the column of his throat so you could feel the vibrations.

“Morning,” you murmured. All sweet and malleable and warm in his arms. Slowly, you sat up, naturally from the position you were sleeping in you were already straddling his waist. Rubbing your eyes, your bonnet slipping off your head finally.

Gojo could stare up at you. You were so beautiful, oh his heart was beginning to skip beats. But not only were you beautiful, you were also sitting right on top of his morning wood.

He could only give you a shit-eating little grin and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re a horn dog,” you’d mumble, but wouldn’t protest as Gojo sat up to kiss you softly, just to bring you back down to the bed.

His kisses and touches had your body growing hot quickly, despite being practically half asleep.

He moved your body so that you were lying on your side, and he was behind you. His hand grabbed the back of the knee and brought your leg up, wrapping his arm around it so it’d stay propped up.

“No panties, mm?” Groaning into your neck softly, his cock pressed between your folds. “You’ll be the death of me, pretty.”

You just hummed in response, moaning softly when the tip would press against your clit. “Need you inside, handsome.”

Gojo smiled at the name, oh he loved it when you’d call him that. So how could he deny you now?

Reaching down, he pressed down onto the head and slowly began to inch inside you, eliciting a low, guttural groan from him. His hands tightened around you. The feeling of you pulsing around him, warm and wet first thing in the morning was addicting.

“You feel so fucking good,” he’d moan against your ear, and you’d just whine, rocking your hips back against him to try and get more friction. “Want me to move? Hm? Anything for you, angel.”

His thrusts were deep, and he had an even pace. Not too fast but sure as shit not slow. He wasn’t going to last like this, especially not in the morning.

Reaching down, he began to draw tight circles around your clit that just about had you squealing in surprise. Your moans are much more frantic and breathy. Your hands reached back, nails digging into his hips as you pressed back against him.

“Fuck— not gonna last pretty, where do you want it?” He managed to murmur into your neck, his jaw tight with pleasure.

“Inside,” you moaned so sweetly, it had his head spinning and his eyes fluttering closed.

His pace on your clit and his thrusts both sped up in time with each other. And before you knew it, a wall of white-hot pleasure hit you hard and you were cumming around his cock with a breathless cry. Tightening around him like a vice, your walls trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Gojo wasn’t far behind, two more thrusts and he was filling you up completely. His own moans slowed to breathy little groans as he felt his cock go soft inside you.

He placed kisses all along your shoulder, telling you how good you did and how much he loved you. But when he peeked over your shoulder, he snorted when he saw you were asleep. Rolling his eyes with a smile, he slowly pulled out before getting out of bed, only to grab a towel to clean the both of you up with.

After that, he just about launched himself back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around in a tight grip as he big spooned you.

And oh he couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to be with you for the rest of his life, happily retiring and growing old with you. He smiled before letting his own eyes flutter shut.

Pulling your hair up in a bun and sliding on your reading glasses, you sat on the floor in your guest bedroom closet as you scrolled on your laptop.

You’d gone out for coffee with Nanami’s wife yesterday. And she’d been going on and on about this perfume that had her husband, yes, even the saint that was Nanami, acting like a man starved.

So of course, you were intrigued. Because for as long as you knew Nanami, he was a gentleman. So if that perfume worked that well, what would happen if she tried it on Gojo?

You’d tried a few different websites to find that specific perfume that Nanami’s wife used, but it was proving more and more difficult.

Finally, however, you’d seen it on a website buried amongst the others. And all they sold was this perfume, special lu, be, and horny edibles. So, of course, you bought them all, using your card, that is. The total came out to be $263.35. Which, in hindsight, was way expensive and just about drained your account of all the money you had on there, but that was fine as long as Gojo didn’t look.

Sighing, you finally closed your laptop and took off your reading glasses before pulling yourself out of the closet.

Finally stepping out of the guest bedroom, Gojo, bless his heart, had been trying to find you for an hour. You’d convinced him to play hide and seek with you, and this was the perfect excuse.

“Found you!” Gojo tried to be slick as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Not too good at this game, are you?” Acting as if he wasn’t stressed, sweating from how hard he was looking.

Rolling your eyes, you just smiled. “Of course, yeah. I’m terrible at it.” Your smile turned to a shit eating grin as you looked away.

“Hey, I checked your bank funds, and it says you spent about $100 on The Sims?” Gojo had a teasing grin on his lips as you immediately pulled away, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you groaned, “I needed to get some more outfits, but the Patreon costs money, and then I went down this rabbit hole.”

“Oh, baby. Poor sweet baby. Of course you’d fall for shit like that.” Gojo sighed and petted your head, only for you to bite him. “Ow! If you wanted to fuck, just say that!” He whined.

A month , a whole fucking month later, the package finally came in. And the packaging was pleasantly discreet.

You’d never yanked a package from the front porch so fast, immediately racing into your secret hideout, the guest bedroom , you locked the door, then ripped open the packaging. Smiling as you sniffed the perfume, it didn’t smell bad at all; it smelled like your usual body mist you used.

Quickly, you spritzed it on, using probably way too much, but you wanted to see it work.

Grabbing the box, you hid it under the bed but paused when you heard the front door open and close. Shit. You’d forgotten Gojo had to go into the office.

But wait. This was perfect. You could try it out on him there. And if it did work, well, you could just giggle while Gojo struggled.

Immediately, you grabbed your keys and hopped into your car. Breaking a few traffic laws on the way there. You were just so excited. You loved watching the infamous Gojo Satoru, your finance , struggle. It just made you laugh every time. For example, you’d worn the Mean Girl’s Christmas outfit for Halloween last year, and refused to let Gojo touch you. So he was forced to rock a boner the entire way to the party, the whole party, and the way home. Of course, when you got home, he fucked you as hard as he possibly fucking could.

Walking into the office, you made a beeline for Gojo’s office. You didn’t notice other men at the office watching you. You had tunnel vision.

On the way there, you had grabbed one of those bagels Gojo adored as an excuse to be there. Walking into his office, you smiled innocently. “Hey, baby, you forgot to eat breakfast.” Setting down the little bag on his desk, you stood behind it, leaning back on it as you faced him.

Gojo smiled brightly, “Oh my god, I’ll combust.t I love you so fucking much.” He near about moaned when he smelt the bagel. “I love you, I love you, I love you— is that a new perfume?” His eyes immediately locked onto your neck before glancing back up at you.

“Ummm, yes! Nanami’s wife gave it to me.” You laughed a little nervously before tilting your head, “You like it?”

“Yeah, you smell really good.” Gojo stood up from his chair, his hands leaning on the wood of the desk on either side of you as he pressed his face into your neck. “Good.”

“Yeah? That's good, huh?” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling his nose press against your neck like he was getting his fix or some shit.

“Fuck. Too good.” Gojo groaned, his pants growing tighter as a boner formed in his pants. His heart was racing, and his mouth was growing dry.

One hand moved from the desk to grip your hip, bringing you flush against his body. “Shit,” he groaned into your neck, before pulling his face away and staring down at you.

About to say something, the door swung open to his office, and Nanami’s wife appeared. She paused before smelling perfume, and giggled. “You got it! Oh my god!”

Nanami appeared behind her, an amused look in his eye as he watched Gojo be in the same predicament as he was not even a week prior.

“I believe the ladies would like to go out for lunch. You have some paperwork to fill out.” Nanami gave Gojo a stern look.

Gojo didn’t take his eyes off you before forcibly prying them away and looking at Nanami, “Oh, come on, my fiancée is here to see me.”

You grinned before pressing a kiss to his jaw sweetly, all while your hand teasingly trailing over his bulge.

Gojo had to muffle a groan, “y-you—“

“I love you, baby. I’ll see you at home, okay?” You winked at him before walking out with Nanami’s wife, giggling like schoolgirls.

“What the fuck.” Gojo sat down with a grunt, his brows furrowed in frustration as he stared down at the bulge in his pants.

“I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea to tell your fiancé.” Nanami sighed, about to turn around to head back to his own office before Gojo stopped him.

“Wait, what do you mean? Tell her what?” Gojo eyed Nanami suspiciously.

“The pheromone perfume? My wife pulled that ridiculous prank on me last week. While I’ll admit, she did it at home, so it wasn’t a problem.” He pulled at his collar slightly as he remembered the hours he spent ‘reminding’ his wife about what he thought of her pranks. He fucked her all night and took off work the next day to use the perfume again.

“You’re joking.” Gojo stared at him, his jaw clenched. “And she’s just gonna leave me like this?”

Immediately, he pulled out his phone to look at her bank account, noticing that she only had $1.22 left and that she’d spent $263.35 on that fucking perfume. “Well, shit.” Pulling out his phone, he immediately sent the text that he’d be waiting for her at home, and that he’d needed to come early due to ‘being sick’.

“He loved it! Loveddddd it!!!” You smiled widely as you spoke with Nanami’s wife, all giggles and smiles when you got that text. “Wait, shit. He said he’s not feeling good. Do you think he’s sick from it?”

Immediately, your face dropped, Can that happen?” Looking over at your friend, concern written all over it.

“It didn’t happen with me and Ken, but I don’t know. Gojo may be allergic to it?” She frowned.

“Here, I need to head home. Can I pay you back for the lunch tomorrow?”

“Nonsense. I got you into this mess. Go make sure he’s okay. I know you’re worried.” Nanami’s wife shooed you off, and you were thankful as you rushed home.

Walking inside, you looked around and noticed all the lights were off. “Baby? I’m home. You said you weren’t feeling well. What’s wrong?” Turning on the light, you walk into the kitchen, not noticing Gojo, who was in nothing but a pair of grey sweats. The outline of his painful-looking boner shows through the fabric.

“Welcome home.” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, glaring down at you, “Your little perfume prank today was not very funny.” He huffed.

“Wha-“ You paused, “wait. How did you find out about it?”

“Nanami.” Gojo pressed a kiss to your shoulder, all the way up your neck, before biting down hard on your shoulder, making you gasp. “Fuck you still smell so good.”

“You can’t blame me, the way she said drove Nanami crazy… I just wanted to try it on you.” You tried to be all cute and sweet, but he was not having it.

“I can blame you. Because you left me there to deal with it all on my own.” His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt before roughly palming your breast. “You’re so mean to me.”

A soft whine slipped past your lips as you let your weight lean against him. The feeling of his large hands roughly grabbing all over your body had your thighs squeezing shut.

“But this is what you wanted, right? Hm baby? Wanted me to be rough and manhandle you, that it?” His voice was mocking, and his tone condescending. Teeth nipping at your neck and jaw as he ground against your ass. Stuttered and breathless moans were muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Y-yeah, wanted you to be rough with- fuck, with me.” Placing your hands against the cold granite of the counter, you leaned forward so you could press your ass against him completely, moaning softly when he’d grip your hips roughly before pressing into you.

“You need to be punished.” Gojo nodded to himself, pupils huge and dark, his hair sticking to his forehead as a light layer of sweat coated his skin, “and you’re not getting out of it anytime soon.”

In a way, your plan worked. You've got to see him squirm at work. And in the end, you got what you wanted, just for a lot, lot longer than you’d imagined. Seeing as Gojo didn’t even show up to work the next day, as he was far too busy fucking you in every room and on every piece of furniture in the house.

I mean from the bed, to the dress, to the floor, nd the closet. To the shower, to the hallway, to the kitchen. And throughout the house.

By the time Gojo was finally shooting blanks and his cock was so sensitive that he’d hiss if you were to touch it, he finally began to calm down.

And instead of punishing you more by making you sit on his face while you're overstimulated, he just wraps his arms around your naked and exhausted body and refuses to let go.

“O-oh fuck—“ Your nails dragged down his back. Your muscles ached, but the pleasure was just too good.

“You can take it-, fuck, don’t run from it.” He had that annoyingly sexy grin on his face. Knowing damn well there was no possible way you could run from his cock.

He had you pressed against the wall, leg straight up, and ankle by his head, while you balanced on one foot and leaned against the wall. He’d called it the ‘lustful leg’.

Gojo had an arm wrapped around your thigh, and the other on your hip as he slammed in and out of you. This position, thank god for your flexibility, had him going so much deeper. Way too deep at first because you swore he was in your guts.

And that wasn’t just the only position. Because immediately after this bastard busts a load inside you, he is hoisting you up. The back of your thighs are flush against his chest, and his hands have a bruising grip on your ass as he once again bullies his cock inside you.

This wasn’t just sex. No, this was a fuckingworkoutt. Suicide runs couldn’t wear you out as much as these damn positions.

“So, what if we try the ‘socket’?” Gojo looked at you with an eager grin, but you just flipped him off.

Your body aches, but at the same time, you feel so damn good. You finally let it melt into the mattress with a groan as your spine decompressed.

“What book did you buy?” You pulled your face out of the pillow and glared at him.

“…the Kama Sutra-“

“I’m burning that book.”

“Baby nooo!”

Your head ached, your eyes were sensitive to light, and the nausea you felt had you feeling violent. Of course, this is what you get for chugging back a whole bottle of red wine.

Slowly sitting up, you finally forced your eyes open. Looking around, you blinked. This was not your ratty ass apartment. Your eyes locked with a picture of you and Gojo. And immediately, the familiarity of the room began to catch up with you.

You immediately looked down when you heard a deep groan. Just as naked as you, Gojo had an arm wrapped around your waist. His pale skin was littered with bites and hickies. And you couldn’t see it yet, but there were plenty of scratch marks.

“Shit.” Sighing, you rubbed your hands over your face, trying to remember what happened. What could have led to you fucking your best friend since high school?.

You tried to slip out of his hold, but this mf had a tighter grip than gorilla glue. The more you tried to squirm out, the tighter he held you. It was like you were drowning in quicksand.

“Gojo.” You glared down at him, and that was when you noticed the shit eating grin on his face. His eyes were still closed.

“Mm-mm. It’s Satoru to you, baby, especially after last night.” He sounded so god damn cocky.

You could only roll your eyes, and a red hue lit up your cheeks as you finally squeezed out of his arms. Immediately, you walked to the mirror.

You were covered in hickies and bite marks. “Now what the fuck.” You tried to sound angry, fuck did you try. But it was damn hard.

You were hot. Gojo was hot. You’d been two peas in a pod in high school. And sure, you experimented in high school with him, mainly letting him be your first kiss and first make out, but that was it. You two never had any privacy between each other. You’d cuddle together, cry together, you’d tell him how you got fucked by one-night stand, and he’d just insult the guy the whole time (he wanted to be the one fucking you). But this? Have sex with him? Shit.

“What happened last night?” You spoke up as you snatched his shirt from the ground and pulled it over your head. The fabric falls to your mid-thigh and a little lower.

“Well, I had you face down ass up, then tried that sideways position I saw from twi-“ Gojo was so smug about it too.

“Not that, you asshat! I know we both drank a shit ton of wine…” Closing your eyes, you rubbed your temples. However, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“What’s wrong? You regret it?” Gojo rested his chin on your shoulders, his hands, much bigger than yours, massaged the soreness from your hips where he’d squeezed too hard when giving you back-shots that night prior.

You stayed silent for a moment, growing a little shy as you murmured, Noo.”

And just like that, Gojo’s shit eating grin was back. He was happier than a man who won the lottery. “I for one don’t regret it.” His hands rose to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Been plotting on your fine ass since freshman year.”

You blinked at him, wondering if you’d misheard him. “Wai,t what?”

“You heard me.” His arms wrapped around you completely as he littered kisses all over your neck. “You’re mine now.”

A slow smile took on your lllipsnd you leaned back against him. You found yourself not minding that much. Or at all.

“If that’s true, I guess I can admit that I had a crush on you in 8th grade.” You laughed when Gojo stared at you were bewildered.

“No! NOOO!” He was whining like he had been shot. “Why didn’t you make a move?! We could’ve been high school sweetheartYou-you’reere so weird.” You snorted.

His hands were everywhere. Grabbing your hips, waist, and reaching up to pull your head to the side by your hair so he could mark up your neck.

“Gojo…” you’d whine, hands clutching his shirt. He had you pinned against the wall. You two had gotten back from a banquet, and you were in the prettiest black dress.

“Ah.” He’d huff in annoyance when you’d use his family name. So formal still. “That’s not my name, pretty.”

Sighing, your cheeks a bright red, “𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 please.” You’d beg so sweetly.

However, when he began to unzip your dress, you inhaled sharply and quickly dropped to your knees.

This would be the first time he’d ever see you naked and… you were scared. You’d always had problems with body image, and Gojo was so pretty… You didn’t want him to be grossed out by you. Even tho you were drop-dead gorgeous.

Gojo blinked in surprise when you had gone to your knees so quickly. And as happy as he was to receive a blow job from you, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Hey, wait, come back up here, baby.” He’d speak so softly as he pulled you back up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him nervously, your nails digging into your palms to try to calm yourself.

“Why are you hiding from me?” He cupped your cheeks in his hands and rested his forehead against yours.

“What- what do you mean?” You had to swallow down the nerves to speak, avoiding his eyes as you instead looked at his nose.

“You’re doing it again. Look at me.” He would tilt your chin up so you’d have to look at him. “You know you’re gorgeous, right?”

“Satoru…” you’d sigh, feeling the need to pull away and lock yourself in the bathroom.

“Mm-mm.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue, “This won’t do.” Gojo guided you back to the bed before laying you down. “You’re 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. In every single way.” He’d kiss your jaw, then your neck, then the tops of your breasts. Before slowly unzipping your dress.

His words made your cheeks flush and your thighs tighten. Your mind is becoming all soft and fluffy at his praise.

“I could spend a millennium studying your body,” he’d murmur against the skin of your calf as he pulled your dress off you slowly, “and not find a single flaw.”

His eyes raked over your figure, and he could feel his cock throb in his boxers. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.” Kissing back up your thigh, stomach, and chest, he finally kissed your lips.

And instead of wanting to hide, you felt more confident. Knowing you had this effect on Gojo Satoru? You felt a little better.

“Ok.”

“Okay?” Gojo parroted your words, his eyes low as he kept eye contact with you.

“Okay. I believe you.” You’d smile before pressing your lips against his once more, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him in.

“There she is.” He’d murmur against your lips, groaning as he’d grind against your panty-clad cunt.

“Fuck- o-oh fuck- no come on, don’t run from it pretty.” Gojo had you pressed face down, ass up with a mean arch in your back. His hand was on your neck, and his other was holding your hip in an iron grip as he slammed his cock in and out. The sound echoed throughout the house as his pelvis snapped against your ass.

His hand eventually came down to slap it and grab the fat. Groans and moans constantly left him as he tilted his head back when you tightened around him.

“F-feels so- so good!” You breathlessly moaned, hands near about ripping the sheets from how tight you're holding them.

Your eyes were rolling back, and you were getting so close to finishing. That was until the bell rang.

Gojo rolled his eyes as he just fucked you harder, but the bell kept ringing. Over. And over. And over again.

Finally, Gojo’s jaw clenched and his face soured as he was forced to pull out. Pressed a kiss to your shoulder, he slipped on a pair of grey sweats and walked to the front door. Yanking it open, he glared down at the people at his door.

Two men, one fat and one short, stood there. A pamphlet in hand with an image of Jesus on the cross, “Would you like to join our church?”

“No.” Gojo was so quick to answer, his knuckle white on the door frame. His cock was throbbing so hard, knowing that you were in bed waiting for him.

“Sir, you should reconsider. The lord accepts all who rep-“

“Toruuu! Come back, baby, I need you.” You called out for him, your voice a sultry whine.

The men blinked a few times, in shock at what they heard.

“I said no. Fuck off.” Slamming the door in their face, Gojo locked before ripping off his sweats and getting back into bed with you.

Wasting no time to bully his cock back into you and keep giving you backshots.

It had been a long day. A very, very, fucking long day. For both of you. Gojo had been running around all day fucking up some curses and being ordered around like a dog by the elders, whereas you've been dealing with people.

You'd been retired as a sorcerer for a little bit now, mainly because of a severe hip injury that makes it hard for you to be able to do sorcerer things. So you got a job at a bakery to keep yourself busy and also contribute to your and Gojo's bills, while it's not much, it's something.

It was so fucking busy. I mean, there was a line around the fucking block just for a god damn muffin.

You'd gotten into a screaming match with your coworker, then some fuckass customers. And your whole day was like that. A 12-hour shift. Spent serving ungrateful assholes.

So you were ready to come home and just decompress. You were hoping to rant and smoke a joint before your boyfriend got home. You never did tell Gojo about it; he always got too concerned for your lungs.

When you finally got home, your boyfriend was already there. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking water and scrolling on his phone.

So with a sigh, you put your keys down, "Hey baby, how was your day?" You murmur, looking over at him.

"Great, yours?" Gojo looked up. Finally, he was pretty tired looking, but you had your face in the freezer.

"Let me tell you," and here came the decompressing rant.

You started with how busy it was, followed by all the shitty customers, and went into detail.

However, you hadn't noticed how long you'd been talking. You just kinda let your mind lose. But it wasn't until you finally got out of the fridge did Gojo spoke up.

"Ok, fuck- stop talking! Can you shut the fuck up? I mean, damn! I didn't ask for all that! Just say good and move on!" He yelled loud enough to have you jump back a little. He glared at you for a long moment before getting up and going to the bedroom.

You just kind of stood there in shock. I mean, what else could you do? Even tho your feelings were hurting like a motherfucker, you opened y'all's bedroom door, "baby? You oka-"

"No! Damn! Get the fuck out! You're not even a sorcerer anymore! All you do is work at a shop! It's not that hard! All you do is bitch and complain. I get it that you wanna be useful, but you can't. You fucked up YOUR knee and now you're useless! That's your fucking problem!" He was actually screaming at you. The veins in his forehead were popping out, and his face was red and everything.

You just stared at him before stepping into the room and reaching into your panty drawer to pull a box. You just silently walked out of the room, grabbed your car keys and your wallet before leaving the house. And you slammed the door behind you, and I mean you slammed that shit so hard that picture frames fell off the walls and shattered.

You got in your car, and you left.

Gojo looked at where you stood, before his head snapped up when the door slammed. "Y/n-" the sound of glass shattering had him walking into the living room. First, he noticed the mess, then the sound of the car skidding out of the driveway.

Groaning, he sat on the couch, hands covering his face. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He murmured, his hands balling up in his hair.

He felt like a piece of shit. He just screamed the most unacceptable shit at his girlfriend. For just trying to tell him about her day.

The more he thought about it, the heavier the guilt felt until his chest was aching. Looking at his phone, he went to Life360, only to see you weren't in the circle anymore. He couldn't see your location.

So he immediately tried to call you. No answer. He tried to text you, but it went green. You'd blocked him.

"Shit..." he leaned back in the couch and sighed. His gaze moved towards the broken glass on the floor. He could at least clean up...

And he did just that. It took a little while to clean the floor, then get the pictures in new frames, and while he was at it, he did the cleaning chores. By the time he was done, it was 9 pm. You'd left at 7 pm. And still weren't home. 

But without your location, and him yawning every five seconds, he just decided to give you space and lie down. The second he lay down, he passed the fuck out.

You didn't come home till late. I mean late late. Like around 2 am. You'd parked all wonky and shit in the driveway, and wobbled right back up inside. Your eyes were red as fuck, barely open as you opened the door to your porch before closing it. Sitting down on one of the rocking chairs, you just stared out at the sky. Your face was red from crying, puffy with tear streaks running down your face.

You were hurting. You didn't know Gojo thought that poorly of you. And to call you useless? Wow. It was already hard enough going from a high-grade sorcerer to basically a cripple.

Sighing, you just rested your head on the back of the rocking chair and closed your eyes. The weed already had you sleepy as fuck, so it was easy to just drift off.

Waking up in the morning was rough. You had slept in a bad position, and the metal plate in your hip, along with the arthritis, had flared up. Groaning, you slowly stood up, your teeth clenching as you didn't put any weight on your bad hip.

Slowly, you walked inside, grunting and grumbling quietly as you hobbled into the living room, then into the bedroom. You expected Gojo to be gone already, or at least not in the house. But no, he was just waking up.

Glaring at him, you scoffed before grabbing a towel and some clothes and the essentials from the shared bathroom, just to hobble into the guest bathroom. And you made sure to lock that door behind you too.

And that proved to be a good decision, because as you got naked, the white haired fucker himself knocked on the door.

"Pretty? I need to talk to yo-" he tried to open the door, but it was locked. Something he was not used to at all. Usually, y'all would shower together, or at the very least have the door wide open. The door being locked had his throat tightening, he wanted to break the fucking door so he could get to you, especially when he heard you grunt as you got into the shower.

"Is your hip hurting you?" He asked softly through the door, his heart breaking when he heard you grab the wall with a thud. Yeah. He knew it was probably flaring up. "Let me in so I can help y-"

"I don't need your fucking help! I'm not a goddamn vegetable, and I'm not that fucking useless, so just fuck the hell off!" You yelled, your voice strained. You'd never snapped at him like that. But of course, he'd never screamed at you like he did yesterday either.

Gojo stared at the door, his jaw clenching as he tried the doorknob one more time. "...I'll be waiting in the bedroom when you get done." He mumbled before walking back to the bedroom.

Regardless of what you'd said, you did need help. You couldn't even bend over. And it had you crying out of frustration.

You were in the shower for a long time. And when you got out, you only stared at your body. You used to have some insanely strong thighs, but they'd lost the muscle and just looked pudgy and soft. Your toned torso became the same, soft to the touch.

And all while Gojo's words from yesterday repeated in your head over and over again.

The shower was a struggle, sure, but it was harder to get your underwear and shorts on. But when you were done, you finally left the bathroom. Having to use the wall for support.

Going into the bedroom, you ignored Gojo and opened your bedside drawer so you could get some painkillers. Taking three too many, you dry swallowed them.

"Y/n, that is way too many! Let me at least get you some water, I mean, you know what the doctor sai-" Gojo tried to help you, but you just wouldn't accept it.

"Don't worry about it. It's not your problem." You sent him a sharp glare, then hobbled your way back into the living room.

"No- no. Y/n— listen, I was wrong yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things at all. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it." Gojo tried to reach for you, but you slapped his hands away.

"Then why would you fucking say that to me? Calling me useless? Just because you're the world's strongest or whatever bullshit the elders tell you doesn't mean you get to talk like that!" You snapped at him again, jamming your finger into his just hard enough to make him back up. "And if I was such a burden to you, then why the fuck would you date me?!" You were yelling now.

"No- baby, you're not useless at all. You're stronger than me- so much so. Please, it had just been a long day yesterday and I just... got overwhelmed." He grabbed your hand and held it in his. His brows furrowed as he pleaded with you.

"I don't give a fuck who you are, Gojo, you will never, EVER, talk to me like that." Glaring at him, you snatched your hand away from him, "Don't fucking touch me." You left him standing there, lips parted, and the most pathetic look on his face.

You had been together for a year and a half now, and never had you ever spoken to him like that, and he never to you.

But it seemed like he was just digging a deeper grave for himself. He knew you were angry, upset, and hurting, but he didn't want to be on the receiving end of your anger and hurt. Even if he was the one who caused it.

Watching you have to hold onto the wall for support, face contorted into pain every time you put weight on your bad leg, his chest got tighter, and his heart ached.

The entire day continued on like that. Him trying to talk to you, but you just kept pushing him away. He knew he deserved it, but he was so ready to be done with this argument. 

It wasn't until your stubbornness caused you to slip and fall did he finally put his foot down.

You'd tried to walk to the bathroom, but had slipped on the rug. The air knocked out of you as you forced yourself to sit up. The pain in your hip intensified. You wanted to cut it off.

Forcing yourself to breathe, a cry slipped through your lips, and Gojo came running.

Gently lifting you up, he moved you over to the couch. His eyes were worried, and his brows furrowed, "Enough is enough- you can't keep trying to do this on your own. You should have told me your hip was flaring up last night instead of just storming off."

You stared at the ground before finally speaking up, "Let's break up."

"What?" Gojo laughed as if you were joking, before his face turned sour. "I'm sorry, what'd you say? I misheard you." He was hoping he had heard you wrong.

"Let's break up." You repeated it, same tone and everything. "Yesterday made me realize how wrong we are for each other. How wrong we've always been."

"No- no. Baby, yesterday was all my fault- i-i had just gotten frustrated and I took it out on you, I'm so sorry. I should have never said those things." Gojo was crouched in front of you now, his eyes desperate as he tried to get you to look him in the eye. "We're perfect for each other, pretty."

"But we're not. My life as a sorcerer is over. I can hardly function. You're hardly ever home, and when you are, you're exhausted. You're not happy with me, hell, I don't even think you're attracted to me anymore. When's the last time we've done anything? It's been months." You just stared at him, tears rolling down your face slowly.

Gojo's heart was breaking into a billion pieces with every word you spoke. "No, no, no. I'll take time off- I'll- I'll quit! I'll do anything- just don't do this to us! I'm still attracted to you! I am! I've just been really tired!"

"No, you're not. I look nothing like I used to. I can't work out anymore, I've lost muscle, and now my body is all pudgy and gross- and you still look amazing. I've seen the way your eyes linger on other women; you never had wandering eyes when I was a sorcerer." Your jaw clenched, and your bottom lip quivering, you looked away from him. "I mean- you even called me useless, and you're right."

"No! I wasn't right! About anything! Baby, please- I'm an idiot! I just said shit without thinking!" Gojo was begging at this point. His knuckles were white as he held onto the couch cushion.

"We'd never be able to get married, have kids, grow old with each other, or even die in battle with one another." You wiped your face, having to take stuttering breaths to keep calm, "By the time we're 40, you'd hate me. I'm literally dead weight."

Gojo's eyes began to tear up, and he just shook his head over and over, "No you're wrong. We would grow old together, and it's okay, we can't have kids! I'm ok with that- baby, all I want is you."

"You haven't wanted me in a long time, Gojo. Hell, even the dogs that people get and then regret later get more love than you've shown me in months." You lightly pushed him away, "So let's break up. You don't love me anymore- that's why you felt so ok with screaming at me not once but twice. People who love one another don't do that."

"But I do love you! I love you with all my heart! I'll quit being a sorcerer- we can move away from here, I have more than enough money for the both of us to retire to some far away island!" Gojo grabbed your hands in a tight grip, his face pathetic as he cried and begged. He loved you, he honestly did. He'd just... let himself forget what he had.

"I'll come get my stuff in a few days." You murmured before forcing yourself to stand up. You managed to grab your keys and limp your way out the door. Leaving Gojo sitting there on the floor, staring at where you once sat.

He didn't hear from you for a few days. In fact, he didn't hear from you at all. Because two days later, he got a call from the nearby emergency center.

"Hello?" Gojo's voice was rough. He'd been crying and hadn't left the house since you left. He was an absolute mess.

"Hi, is this Mr. Gojo?" A woman's voice on the other line spoke.

"Yes."

"Sir, we've called to inform you that Y/n L/n has been in an accident." Her voice was dry, she'd made these calls so many times, the empathy had drained from her.

"What? Is she ok? What happened?!" Immediately, he was panicking. He was standing right away and rushed to grab his keys.

"She got in a car accident near Vaughn Road. She was rushed to the emergency room and is now in intensive care here at the hospital."

His breath caught in his throat, his mouth went dry, and his heart felt like it stopped. "I-in-intensive care?" He murmured.

"Yes sir, they are keeping on one of the ventilators for now. You're her emergency contact."

"I'm on my way." Gojo didn't bother to wait for her answer; he didn't rush to throw on better clothes than grey sweats and a hoodie. He was running out the door.

Breaking several traffic laws, he was finally at the hospital. Rushing in, he was at the counter and demanding to see you in no time. "Where is she?!"

"Who? You must calm down." The receptionist stood up, trying to get him to lower his voice.

"Y/n l/n! Where is she?! How is she?!" Gojo watched with wide eyes as the woman got quiet.

Slowly, she grabbed the phone and called a doctor up to the front desk. He was then escorted to a private room.

"Are you Gojo Satoru? The patient's boyfriend?" The doctor asked.

"Yes, yes, now how is she?! I need to see her!" He demanded, slamming his fist down on the table.

The doctor sighed quietly, "Sir, I'm so sorry, we did everything we could." The doctor took a breath before continuing, "The internal bleeding was severe. She passed during surgery."

Gojo just stared at him. His ears were ringing, and his heart beat so loud he could hardly hear what he was saying. His whole world was crashing down on him all at once. "She's- she's dead?"

"Yes sir, I'm so sorry for your loss. We did everything we could. I'll give you the room." The doctor glanced at Gojo before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Gojo just fell back into a chair and held his head in his hands. "This isn't real... this isn't real, this isn't FUCKING REAL." He immediately got his phone and began calling her number. Over and over and over again. Tears were pouring down his face, and his knees were bouncing fast enough to cause the carpet to tear.

Slowly, reality began to settle in, and he crumbled under its pressure. Sobbing into his hands, he wailed. Crying over and over again, "my girl, not my girl" or "no no no".

It was heartbreaking to hear as people passed the room on the outside.

Even weeks after you'd been buried, he couldn't function. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He couldn't do anything. He was utterly useless, like he'd said to you the last night he had with you.

The words he said to you haunted him. The way you were in pain on your last days because of your hip, because of him.

He didn't even get to hold you. He didn't even get to see your face. They had to have a closed-casket funeral. The wreck you'd gotten into was with a drunk driver; it was a head-on collision, and your body was mangled.

Every day, he sat at your grave. Crying, talking, or just staring at your headstone.

Weeks, months, and years later, Gojo had been rendered useless without you. He was miserable with having you to hold onto at night or to talk to in the mornings. He missed every single thing about you. He missed the way you'd laugh at his shitty jokes, or how you'd scold him if he got drunk or ate too many sweets. He even missed how you'd try to ignore him but cave in when he'd hug you from behind and press sweet kisses on your neck. He missed how you'd look at him with those adoring eyes.

And he regretted how your last days were spent. He regretted how he let you get a job even tho you were in no state to get one. He regretted how he spoke to you or let you feel insecure. He regretted his wandering eyes and his wishes that you were normal. He regretted everything he never got to do with you, or how little time he had spent with you.

He loved you more than anything. And without you, he was just as useless.

For once in his life, Gojo Satoru is spent. Thoroughly, completely. Belly full, warm and freshly bathed, exhausted and beat up to hell and back from back to back missions, and balls THOROUGHLY empty.

He’s got his arms around you, chest pressed against your back, legs intertwined with yours. All warm and content as he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like your his last breath.

Almost falling asleep, until he feels something. It was barely a movement, but he could feel the way your cunt just barely throbbed against his thigh. The way your ass backed up against him just slightly.

Nah. Probably an accident. No way you could still be horny after he fucked you so long he was shooting blanks.

Right?

WRONG.

it happened again. And again. And again. At this point, you were grinding down on his thigh, assuming he was asleep.

He’d been going off and on missions for so long… and marathon sex wasn’t enough for your puss, no, you needed more.

You knew he was tired, hence why you’re just grinding on his leg. Biting down on your knuckle as you slowly work yourself up and down on his thigh, and at the same time working up an orgasm.

“…no way you’re still horny.” Gojo mumbled. Baffled, shocked, awestruck, surprised, and also now horny. “You little fucking freak.”

You could only whine, “I’m sorry! You’re just gone a lot and I need it…” you tried to reach back to pull his dick out but he was immediately shifting your positions.

With you now underneath him, hands pinned above your head with one of his hands, you just blinked up at him. “What? You don’t want to?”

Gojo could only laugh, brows furrowed and a little pissed off. Because what do you mean you’re still horny? Did he not fuck you good enough? “Sweets, hate to say it but you’ve put my dick out of commission for a while.” There was a little sneer to his words. His ego taking a big blow.

She can still think straight. Have I lost my sex god title? Am I not good at fucking anymore? No. No no.

“You wanna cum so bad? Fine.” He said it like it was a challenge, like YOU challenged him. He was going to make you cum. No. He’d make you squirt, over and over and over again.

He was gonna prove a point. His point. His point that was in fact the self proclaimed sex god of the world and you not being absolutely wrecked post marathon sex was just a fluke.

He was already moving down your body, tearing off the flimsy, now soaked through panties you were and roughly pulling up your thighs so they were on either side of his shoulders.

You blinked down at him. He reminded you of a toddler that was told he was too short to ride a ride.

Lowering his head, mouth almost on your pussy, he froze. He heard a snicker. A laugh. A giggle, chortle, chuckle, whatever. Looking up, his brows furrowed completely. He was once again, shocked. “Are you laughing? At ME?”

You had to cover your mouth and look away, “no, no. Just uh, thought of something funny. That’s all.” You tried to shrug and move on, but one look at that pissed off, pouty face of his had you bursting out into giggles.

The man was offended. He had been slighted. By HIS girl. “Oh okay, I see how you wanna play it. Okay sweets, you asked for it.” The grin on his face was downright malicious. It was feral, it was the kind of grin that told you one thing: YOU’RE FUCKED!

There are many things Gojo loves about, but there’s one certain thing that’ll bring him to his knees.

Your eyes.

Gojo is so weak for you, but he is just useless against the power your eyes have over him. In so many different contexts.

When you’re both in bed, it’s raining and you finally manage to force yourself awake. You yawn, stretch, muscles tensing before relaxing back into the mattress.

“Morning pretty,” Gojo smiles softly, utterly smitten and thankful he had this morning to sleep in for once.

“Mornin’,” you mumbled blinking up at him, eyes all soft and round and blank as your mind slowly catches up with consciousness.

It has his heart thumping and his smile getting so big it hurts. He can only sigh and bury his face in your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist.

But then there’s also when you’re both in his car, it’s late and you’d just got done debriefing a mission. You’re tired, bruised, and he’s just tired. That damn infinity.

The cars stopped at a red light, and there’s no other vehicle in sight. Magically, your eyeliner stayed in tack, keeping your eyes sharp and stunning.

And oh the way you were looking, one eye to the other, just to briefly fall to his lips? He was already hard.

Swallowing thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched your lips pull into a knowing grin. Watching him watch you, very clearly happy that he’s still a mess for you.

“What’s wrong with y-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, because his hand was wrapping around your delicate throat and his lips were slamming against yours. Utterly needy and starved.

The seats went back, windows fogged and the car got to shaking.

Which made it even more embarrassing when a cop knocked on the window.

But there were other times when your eyes had Gojo in a chokehold.

Like when he took you to see the movie A Dog’s Purpose and you sobbed the entire movie.

It was when you both had began dating, and all he could do was panic when you started to sniffle and cover your face, shoulders shaking and all.

“Shit- um, what’s wrong? What can I do?” He was whispering, thanking everything above that they got a seat in the back row, only another couple in the theatre that was sat in the front.

“Ohmygod— that poor baby,” you cried, bottom lip quivering as you pulled your hands away and turned from the big screen to Gojo.

Gojo swears to this day that he stopped breathing. Your eyes, glassy, tears running down your cheeks and that adorable shake to your lip had him taking deep breaths.

Brows furrowing, he just lifted the arm rests between you and pulled you into his side. “It’s okay pretty girl,” pressing a kiss to your cheek, he could only smile, “just a movie.”

Your eyes were gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as when you got married. He was standing at the alter, watching you walk towards him. And dear god that man was crying. Ugly crying. If that was even possible for him.

Suguru giving him that side eye, but a happy smile still on his lips. Shoko laughing at him, and Yuji clapping way too early.

Standing in front of him, he lifted that veil and he had to swiftly suck back up the snot that threatened to come out.

“Oh god…”

“Baby! Stop crying, people are gonna think I’m forcing you to marry me.” You laughed quietly, and Gojo could only laugh with you, wiping his eyes as you went through the ceremony.

“And Gojo Satoru, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“…” he couldn’t say anything for a moment, because fuck, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

The sunset shined on you, he swears by everything the clouds parted for you. Eyes practically glowing. So loving, and utterly focused on him. He couldn’t look away.

To others, people who didn’t know him, thought that he was second guessing everything.

But those who did know him? They knew he was just taking it all in. Taking it all in too damn slow because Suguru was kicking him in the back of the leg and coughing.

“I do!” The man practically screamed it.

Even when you had your little girl..

The delivery had taken hours upon hours, Gojo had left several times to get a go bag.

It was a struggle to get the baby out. Complications started to pop up, and more doctors started to pour in.

When Gojo got back, he immediately dropped everything and ran to your side. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?!” He’d demand. This isn’t the smooth birth he was told would happen.

“Push, push, push! Come on, so close!” The nurse was encouraging you, but the doctors were prepping several different things. Something was wrong.

Especially when you finally pushed the baby out, you couldn’t move. Your eyes weakly watched as they swaddled your daughter.

Gojo didn’t even look at the baby, his hands instead cradled your face, “baby? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with my wife?!” He was shouting now, a proper mess as the doctors rushed the baby out and started to fuss over you.

A nurse had to push Gojo out of the room, “Sir you have to calm down, there are complications with the mother, we will let you know what’s going as soon as we can!” She tried to keep him out of the room, but he watched through the windows.

“Daddy, do I have pretty eyes?” Your daughter looked up at her father. She had his white hair, but she had your looks. She looked just like you.

His eyes lacked that liveliness they used to, wrinkled more around the edges, and just something missing.

“You have your mother’s eyes, sweetheart.” He had to look away and take a deep breath. Every time he looked at your daughter, he saw you. He saw you in every little thing she did and it killed him a little more each time. She looked like you, acted like you, and oh, he missed you.

“I wish I got to meet her. What happened?” The little girl looked up from the gravestone in front of her, hand in her father’s as she looked up at him.

Gojo swallowed thickly, eyes growing glassy as he handed the little girl a bouquet of your favorite flowers to set on the grave. “She turned into an angel, and brought me you before having to leave. But we’ll see her again. You’ll get to meet her, and she’ll love you. Just like I do.”

She smiled up at him, eyes shining bright and so full of life.

And Gojo smiled down at her, before crouching down to her level and moving her hair out of her eyes. “You have the prettiest eyes in the whole wide world, and if anyone says otherwise, just shake your head.”

“Okay daddy!” She smiled, before looking back at the car, “can we go get ice cream?”

“Of course sweetheart.”

“Are you serious right now? You’ve been gone for two weeks! And you just got back! And now, instead of wanting to do something with me, you’ve made plans with your buddies!?” You couldn’t believe. You’d been so excited to get him back home finally.

Been excited.

The moment he got home, he was getting ready to go out to some bar. Barely even a hug from him.

“So what? I want to hang out with some friends, I haven’t seen them in forever.” Gojo scoffed, slipping on his shoes and rolling his eyes.

“You haven’t seen me in forever either,” you felt your heart break a little. His shoulders slumped as he just walked past you to grab his keys.

“Okay? I text you, so it’s not the same. I’m going out.” Gojo didn’t bother waiting for a response; instead, he shut the door loudly behind him as he left the house.

When he came home, drunk off his ass, he didn’t even stop to say anything to you. Made a beeline straight for the bed, kicked off his shoes, and sprawled out.

The dinner you’d made was cold and ruined on the table. You thought he would at least come home at a decent time.

It’s 2:44 in the morning.

Standing in the doorway of your bedroom, you watched for a long time. You noticed how peaceful he slept alone in the king-sized bed, you noticed his shirt wasn’t buttoned properly, you noticed the stains on it, and you noticed the lipstick stain on his cheek.

You assumed it was a friend. You hoped it was just a friend.

The house felt cold and empty, even with him home. Quiet save for his snoring. Glancing down the hallway and to the couch, you cringed before quietly walking into the bedroom, opening the closet, and grabbing a spare blanket.

You grabbed your phone, your keys, a charger, a pillow, and a bottle of water before leaving out the front door and walking to your car.

Sitting inside, you took a deep breath. That familiar tight, burning feeling seared at your throat, making it hard to breathe without the threat of tears spilling down your cheeks.

You moved the seat back, lifted the steering wheel, and brought your knees to your chest as you wrapped the blanket around you. The pillow leaned against the window,and  you sat in a little ball.

Because somehow, in the car with quiet music playing from your phone, it felt more comforting than any room in that house did.

Even with him home.

Waking up with a blistering hangover was not on Gojo Satoru’s to-do list for finally being home after long ass missions back to back.

It was nice seeing all his friends, but fuck, his head hurt. Groaning, he sat up. The feeling of his clothes weirdly wrapped around him and pressing creases into his skin was not a welcome one.

Running a hand down his face, he looked around the room.

1) Why is he still in his clothes?

2) Why is the bed empty and the house silent?

3) Why was your pillow missing?

4) Where the fuck are you?

Getting out of bed, he stumbled, one hand grabbing his head with a wince. He made his way into your shared bathroom, your shared bathroom where you currently were missing from.

Usually, you’d be brushing your teeth and starting your hour-long routine.

Looking in the mirror, he froze when he noticed the kiss mark on his cheek. And for a second, he worried, “fuck… did I cheat last night? No, surely not,” shaking his head to himself, he racked his memory, but only sighed in relief once he remembered it was just Kento’s wife giving him a hug and a kiss, welcome back.

She’d asked where you were last night, and Gojo had only shrugged…

That familiar sinking feeling filled his stomach as he quickly washed it off and brushed his teeth before walking into the kitchen.

Seeing the cold, stale, and spoiled food on the dining table had him pause. The table was set, food was portioned out for both you and Gojo, more on his plate, considering he hadn’t had your amazing home-cooked meals in so long.

He felt sick.

“Babe?” His voice was hoarse from the night before, and it didn’t help his case.

He checked the living room, the guest room, the guest bathroom, and the backyard.

Eventually, he made his way to the driveway. Where both his and your car sat.

When he saw you, he swore he was having an attack of some kind. That squeeze in his chest was unrelenting;

he felt so guilty.

There you were, curled up in your car, windows cracked, head smooshed against the pillow that was smooshed against the glass.

No doubt you’d have an awful crick in your neck when you woke up.

“So what? I want to hang out with some friends, I haven’t seen them in forever.” Gojo scoffed, slipping on his shoes and rolling his eyes.

“Oh my god.” He groaned, pulling at his hair in frustration. Why did he say that? He’d missed you so much. Why hadn’t he just invited you out with him?

He froze when he saw you move inside the car. Groaning as you woke up, the pain in your neck from the uncomfortable position you slept in came to bite you in the ass.

Your eyes squinted as you opened them; the morning sun forced you to blink them into focus. And the first sight of the morning: a hungover Gojo looking at you like it was genuinely the end of the world.

Slowly, you looked away from him and towards your phone. He had several meetings today, two being with the higher-ups and a debrief of his missions over the past two weeks.

Rolling down your window, “you should get a shower. You’ve got a meeting in two hours.” Your voice was dull, monotone as you got out of the car with your phone in hand.

You walked up the driveway and almost past Gojo, until he reached out to grab you.

“I don’t care about a meeting; all I care about is you. I’m so sorry about last night,” Gojo’s voice was weak, pleading as he held you close and still by your hips.

“Ok.” Your quiet response had his desperation skyrocketing.

Because you didn’t look angry.

You didn’t look like you wanted to make a scene and freak out on him like usual, or like normal couples would.

You looked tired.

Tired of him fucking up like this. Of him fucking you over constantly.

“Look, go- uh— go get a shower, and I’ll make breakfast!” He tried to think of something to at least pamper you with this morning. Something that was at least somewhat meaningful.

“Don’t worry about it, ‘m not hungry. You can use the shower first,” you lightly pushed his hands off you and walked inside, closing the door quietly behind you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” He immediately reached for his phone. Pulling it out of his pocket so fast, it fell to the concrete and cracked. Picking it up, he just siri’d his way onto Nanami’s contact and called him.

“I NEED your help. I need your advice. I need anything, everything, I fucked up so bad—“ he was rambling, desperate to do anything to woo you because of how you were acting,

You were gonna break up with him.

He could feel it in the air. He’d fucked up bad before he left for his last few missions, and he’d fucked up coming back.

And with all the time he’s gone, it gives you time to think about how shitty he is.

He can’t let you break up with him. He’s nothing without you.

“I’m sure it’s nothing you don’t deserve.” Nanami’s voice was just as irritated and monotone as it always was as he finally interjected Gojo’s ramblings.

“No, no, no, you don’t understand, she probably saw the kiss mark on my cheek too- goddamnit, she probably thinks I cheated on her!” Gojo was spiraling.

Nanami could only smile at that, “My wife is so kind,” leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “far too kind to be giving out cheek kisses like they're candy.” Teasingly, he bit down on her cheek, her squeal echoing through the call.

“Nanami, this is SERIOUS! I need help stat!” Gojo was shaking like an unwell chihuahua, walking in circles around your car before sitting in the front seat where you sat. Huffing on your pillow like it was crack. He’d missed you so much, but for some ungodly reason, he blew you off last night; he baffles himself.

“I cannot help you, my apologies. My wife needs my attention, however. Have a nice day, Gojo.” Nanami’s grin could be heard in his tone before he hung up on Gojo.

“Fuck!”

Gojo Satoru is 50% nerd and 50% dork. All wrapped up in pale, lanky guy that’s way too tall for his own good.

He wasn’t popular in the normal popular sense. No he was popular among the group of dorks he hung out with.

The kind of guys that were perpetually virgins. The kind of guys that make fun of regular popular kids, taking everyone at face value and assuming they have no problems of their own.

You were one of those popular girls. You weren’t mean. You weren’t loud and obnoxious. No, you were kind and sweet and so pretty it hurt to be around you.

You were the kind of person that had all kinds of friends. You didn’t stick with just one group. You were friends with the sports kids, the theatre kids, the band kids, the fucking chess club, hell you even befriended the goth kids that think popularity is just another form of conformism.

Everybody loved you.

And Gojo was not an exception.

From the moment he saw you walk in late to the first fucking lecture of the semester. All pretty in simple fitted longsleeve and a simple pleated skirt that went mid thigh, a jacket only zipped barely halfway keeping you warm.

“I’m so sorry!” You’d apologize to the professor, who just rolled his eyes and waved you off because it was too early and he was only a few years older than you.

(Live laugh love young professors who dgaf)

And the entire time, his eyes never left you. Gojo was sat in the back, his weird little buddies on either side of him. His glasses pushed too far up, hard messy and his sweat shirt sat awkwardly on his body.

It was like he physically couldn’t look away. Not from the way you’d laugh awkwardly and sit down at a random spot. Regardless of who was next to you, you’d say hi and talk with the neighbor.

You two couldn’t be more different.

Which made the current situation, even weirder.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo mumbled against your lips, hands pawing at your hips, large and squeezing as they slid down to your ass.

One hand cupping his jaw, the other pressed against his chest, nails digging in each time he’d grunt into the kiss.

What was supposed to be a study session, ended up with you on his lap, thighs bracketing his hips and his lips swollen from how he was kissing you.

“We- we should be s-studying—“ Gojo would pant and moan lowly each time your hips grinded against the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

“We’ve been studying, let’s take a break.” You’d murmur against his jaw, pressing kisses down to his shoulder before biting down teasingly.

It started there. And after that night, it only snowballed into a secret relationship.

You were both absolutely head over heels for each other. The first month or so, was perfect. Absolutely amazing.

Sneaking around was fun, and it gave you both an adrenaline rush— you’d kiss when nobody was looking, sneakily hold hands, run off to go hook up in some single bathroom, or hell you’d even snuck him into your dorm more times than you could count.

But it got old.

It got old quick.

“Baby, do we really have to do this whole sneaking around thing?” You whined, slipping back on your clothes.

“Yes.” Gojo didn’t waste a second to answer, his answer firm and sure.

His quick answer hard your heart aching. At first, you’d thought he’d wanted to keep it secret for you, but no.

“Come on, you’ve gotta leave before anyone sees you.” Gojo was hurrying you out the door, but the moment he’d had you out in the hallway, one of his buddies was standing right beside the door.

Blinking slow, surprised to see one of the most popular girls leaving his friends room wasn’t what he was expecting. “Gojo?”

Gojo stared down at him, like he got caught red handed. “Uhh— I was tutoring her.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, I’m—“ you went to shake the guys hand but he just gave you a disgusted glare that had you blinking in surprise.

“Dude why are you even tutoring her? Isn’t it just a waste of time? Not like she’ll even retain any of it.”

Oh. That was really mean. You looked back up at Gojo, expecting him to back you up, but all he did was push you further out into the hallway.

“Yeah, probably was a waste of time.” Gojo was quick to agree with his buddy.

“…” You just stood there for a long moment. “I thought… that you liked me?” You whispered, looking at the ground and sounding so hurt and fragile it had the air knocked out of Gojo’s lungs.

“What are you babbling about? Go do your make up or some shit and get outta our flat.” The guy was waving you off and walking into Gojo’s dorm.

That was the final straw, because the dam broke and tears started to flow. You tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic little squeak. Your throat tightened and burned, and you were embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed.

Quickly, you turned on your heel and walked down that hallway as fast as you possibly could without breaking into a sprint.

Gojo just watched. He watched with his heart in stomach as you ran off. Running a hand over his face, he groaned. He fucked up— so bad. Knowing he’d hurt you like that made him sick.

But with his friend in his dorm, he just sighed and walked back inside, hoping that his buddy couldn’t smell your perfume still on his sheets.

That night, you went back to your dorm. And cried. Cried so fucking hard that when your roommate got home she thought your dog died.

You cried. And cried. And cried. All night, and stayed cuddled up with your best friend.

And then the day after that, was silence.

Rubbing his eyes, still groggy from the literal three hours he got from sleep, Gojo sat down in his seat. His eyes automatically landing on the back of your head.

He’d tried calling you, maybe 80+ times, sent god knows how many texts. And every single one of them got left on delivered. No call was answered, and hell— he even sent an email just in case.

But all he got was radio silence.

And the entirety of the lecture, he didn’t write down a single note. Hell he didn’t even get out his fucking computer so he could even type.

His eyes were glued to the back of your head. He hardly blinked. He knew he had to talk to you after this class. He wanted to apologize and try to fix whatever he’d broken as quickly as possible.

So when that bell rang, he simply got up, and waited for you outside the door.

But when you came out, you didn’t even look at him. Eyes still a little red and swollen from crying the night before.

“Hey— wait, can we talk?” He grabbed your wrist gently, not expecting you to immediately tug it out of his grip like you did.

“No.” It was a firm, short answer.

Gojo blinked, not used to hearing you talk to him like that. “Please, I really wanna apologize about what happened last n-“

“Gojo. Leave me alone.” You shot him a glare, your bottom lip threatening to quiver as you felt that familiar tightness in your throat, that burn that meant one thing and one thing only— you wanted to cry again.

He couldn’t handle it. It physically hurt to see you like this— to see you literally repulsed by his touch.

“Please! I need to explain— and- and make it up to you—“

“I don’t want anything to do with you! You made it clear that I embarrass you. You let your asshole friend walk all over me and you literally said we studied when we’d just fucked!” You were yelling now.

It was so out of character for you, that literally the hallway stilled and even the profesor stuck his head out the door so he could watch.

“I mean— is that really all you want from me? Just to fuck and then push me out? You said you like me! A lot!” Tears ran down your cheeks and you felt humiliated.

“I do! I like you so much- and I don’t only want you for sex! God— no that isn’t what I want at all,” gojo was struggling to find the words, and all the eyes now on them didn’t make it any better.

“You didn’t want it at all? So what, was this just a point you were trying to make?” Your voice was softer, and you couldn’t have felt more hurt— hell you couldn’t have felt more used than you did now.

“No! God no, please can we just talk in private and—“

“I hate you. I hate you so much, I can’t believe I was in love with you.” You were crying now. Hands trying to wipe your eyes but the tears didn’t stop.

“You were in love with me? You love me?” Gojo’s voice was whisper now, eyes wide and breathless.

“Not anymore.” With one last glare, you pushed past him and walked down the hallway.

He didn’t move. Just stood there. Feeling a sense of loss that he couldn’t even put into words. His shoulders dropped and he just kind of stared at the spot you once stood at.

You could hardly walk right. Your feet hurt, breasts swollen, and back on fire. Whose idea was it let Sukuna get you pregnant again? Oh right. It was his.

Being reduced to a waddling mass of emotions was NOT on your to do list. However, you can’t find it in yourself to regret anything, especially not with your husband pressed against your back, big hands lifting your enormous baby bump, taking the weight off your spine and just holding it.

Sighing in relief, your head rested back against his shoulder, “your spawn is too damn heavy.”

Sukuna only grinned, all teeth and evil malice he’s so happy. “He will be the perfect heir.”

“Could it be a girl.” You rolled your eyes, before noticing a servant walking towards the garden.

“It couldn’t. Can’t. And won’t. I can feel him— he will be just as violent as m—“

Your hand was slapping over his mouth as you watched the servant trim some of the flowers. Incorrectly.

You gasp so loud one would think your water broken, “No! He’s ruining the garden- unhand me!” You were squirming to get out of his grip, flailing with all the pregnancy strength allowed you.

“Oh my god— woman! Cease this!” He grunted as you flailed and slapped the ever loving shit out of his face.

“You! Get over here. Now!” You yelled, as loud as your lungs would allow.

The servant froze mid trim, eyes wide and already feeling sweat drip from his hair line. Pregnancy has made you so much more… strict?

Walking over quickly, he stared at you with more fright in his eyes than Sukuna could ever induce. “Yes ma’am?”

“What the fuck are you doing to my children?” You snap, glaring down at him so hard you might pop a vessel.

“T-trimming, my lady.”

“You are doing it wrong. You are doing it without my permission. And once again, you did it wrong!” All the emotions bubbling up had you wanting to punch the man in the throat. The flower was going to die now.

Sukuna just watched, thoroughly amused by his feral wife. Feral of a plant, at that. God only knows what would happen if something happened to the actual baby.

“I am so sorry, my lady—“

Sukuna stared at the servant, before looking down at his very pregnant wife, and with his hand on your belly, he could feel the baby kick. Brows furrowing, “it’s time for you to sit down.”

“No! I need to show him how to do it properly.” You tried to pull away from Sukuna and grab the trimmers again, but he was immediately grabbing your wrist, in albeit gentle but firm grip.

“Absolutely not. Woman you’re going to sit down, drink some water and eat some fucking fruit.” Sukuna huffed, all 400 pounds of muscle and sass coming out as he grabbed the bottom of your thighs and lifted you. Sitting you on his forearm, the other arm wrapped around and under your bump, the third and fourth holding your bump.

“No- kuna! Put me down!” You pitched a fit until you tired yourself out, unwilling leaning back against Sukuna.

“No.”

“You’re annoying.” You sighed, head resting back against his shoulder, all tuckered out and ready to devour some grapes. “But you have to make sure they care for the garden properly Sukuna. And I mean properly.”

“Yes yes, I will care for the damn garden myself if I must.” Sukuna rolled his eyes for the nth time before sitting you down on your shared bed. Uraume already at your side as they handed you a bowl of red grapes.

“Thank you Uraume.” You smiled sweetly at them before absolutely destroying the grapes. Might as well be swallowing them whole.

“You are much nicer to them then you are to me woman.” Sukuna scoffed, stealing a grape from the bowl before sitting beside you.

“Mm that’s because they’re perfect.” You smiled, satisfied with the grapes and finally leaning back on the bed and relaxing.

“Ridiculous.” Sukuna shook his head with a grunt before laying down on his stomach next to you, four arms wrapped around your hips, the side of his face pressed against the bump. “He is already strong. Yes my little spawn, grow strong.” He whispered to the growing child. Feeling the little kicks under his face.

“I hope it’s a girl just to piss you off.”

“Spiteful woman.”

“I’m so getting him back for that.” Gojo, frustrated, shoved his phone back in his pocket before staring at the front door.

He shuffled from one foot to the other as he debated on what to do. He messed up… royally… and seeing that tired look on your face had him regretting the last four months of his neglect towards you and your relationship with him.

He loved you, he did. But he always had a way of forgetting how good he had it, how good he had it with you.

“I could do flowers?” He muttered, leaning on his car and crossing his arms, “No, that’s pathetic.”

Gritting his teeth, he looked at the time. Today was supposed to be booked for him, meeting after meeting, debrief after debrief, and then he was supposed to teach.

But looking through the glass of your front door, watching you clean the table and throw out the food you’d worked so hard on, had his throat tightening and an uncomfortable weight settling on his chest.

“I’ll fix it slowly,” he nodded to himself, “starting with dinner.” Pushing off the car, he walked back inside, gently closing the front door behind him.

He paused in the kitchen, watching as you did the dishes. That same tired, bothered look on your face that told him you were 100% rethinking your relationship with him, had his urgency skyrocketing.

“Hey…” He spoke up quietly, not reaching out to grab you. Because lord knows, he could smell himself.

“Hi.” Your voice was curt, sharp, cold, and to the point.

It had him cringing.

“I’m so sorry about last night.” his voice was soft as he stood to the side of you, his hip leaning against the counter. “I don’t know what I was thinking— I missed you so much and I— I guess I forgot how it felt to be with you again and I’d just thought about going out— I don’t know, I’m so, so, so sorry, sweets.” Brows knitted upwards; he looked pathetic.

You didn’t turn around immediately. You’d been letting him walk over you for the past few months, and that hurt that’d settled in your heart was heavy.

Even if it felt good to have him apologizing at your side. Even if it felt good to just be near him after being apart, his words and actions were seared into you.

“Ok.” That was all you gave him. It was more than he deserved.

Swallowing thickly, and nervously bit at his thumbnail, however quickly ripped it away from his mouth, “let’s go to dinner, tonight. Somewhere nice, quiet but perfect. Just you and me,” he paused, “and the waiter, I guess— but that’s not the point.”

“I don’t know, you have meetings today— which you’re late to,” you gave him a sideways glance before looking back at the dishes you washed, “but I don’t think I feel like going out.” With you.

You decided not to say that last bit aloud, though.

“Please,” the way he said it had your breathing shallow and your cheeks worm. So desperate, as if a dinner with you was the only thing he wanted in the whole world. “I’ll bring someone to come get you, bring you to the restaurant. I’ll be there waiting for you, as will your favorite wine…”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you crossed your arms. “My favorite wine?”

And while it did hurt just a tad bit that that was all you seemed to care about, he swallowed it up and nodded, “Of course.”

“Fine.” Setting down the rag, you washed the suds off your hands, “go get a shower, you reek,” Pausing, you shot him another glare, “of BO and another woman.”

“That was Nanami’s wife! She was just happy to see me!” He was quick to refute the claims, eyes a little wide and just about pleading for you to believe him.

“…” with a sigh, you eventually nodded with a roll of your eyes, “I know. She called me while you were outside.”

Gojo sighed in relief and nodded, “Wait what?”

“Nanami said you were pathetic, by the way.” Sliding past him and walking back up the stairs to your shared bedroom, Gojo could only watch with soft eyes.

“That’s my girl…” he muttered, a dopey little grin on his face as he watched you disappear upstairs.

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You smiled as the driver opened your door. Stepping out, heels clicking on the pavement as you got out of the car. Looking at the restaurant, you were surprised. You shouldn’t have been, but goddamn was it nice.

Walking inside, looking like a bag of chips and a million dollars in the pretty navy satin dress you wore. Blinged out in jewelry, turning heads as you walked to the host.

A woman who immediately recognized you said, “Ma’am, follow me right this way to your seat.” She gave you a polite nod and began walking down a corridor.

Opening the door, it was a beautiful private room. And as promised, on the table was your favorite wine. It already had your taste buds watering.

The only thing missing?

Gojo.

Sighing, you slid into the chair, in knees crossed over the other as you sipped the wine and looked out at the view. “He’ll be here soon, surely.”

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“Are you fucking serious?” Gojo slammed a fat stack of documents down onto the table, outraged for the nth time with the elders.

He’d lost track of time. No window in the room to help him keep track either. And for once, the elders were eating his interaction up, because at least he was saying something that wasn’t a shitty, stupid remark or just ditching.

“Yes. Deadly serious.”

“Did you even read what’s on here?! This not only affects me, but it affects you!” The vein on his forehead was popping, his face near about growing red.

No fucking way he was getting successfully rage-baited by these old fucking hags.

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Tapping your foot against the table, you checked the time again.

He was an hour and a half late. You’d already eaten your wait in appetizers, and your patience had been well worn.

But what was wors, was the hurt that settled thickly in your heart.

He scheduled this dinner, promised he’d be here, but more than an hour later, and there was no call, no text, nothing from him.

You’d been happy with at least a text. Even an ‘omw’ would suffice at this point.

Dwelling on it had your throat feeling tight and your eyes stinging. You wanted to cry.

How long would you wait around for the bare minimum? For just love and genuine affection, to be his focus for once.

Shakily, you sniffled and looked up before a tear could fall. You looked too good to cry and ruin your makeup.

Getting up quickly, the chair screeching across the flooring, you grabbed your phone and purse before leaving the room.

“Just put the bill on his card that’s on file,” was all you said to the host as you walked out. It was embarrassing enough having been sitting there like a stood-up wench for more than an hour, but letting her see your frazzled state? Absolutely not.

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“Yeah? Well, you can lick these ‘important’ documents off the fucking floor.” Ripping the paper, he threw the bits in their face, before leaving the room. But immediately slammed to a halt when he saw the sky.

It was dark.

The moon was in the middle of the sky.

It was 11:00 pm.

He’d left you waiting for almost four hours.

He’d stood you up on his redemption date.

“No, no, fuck! Come on!”

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“Is it a crime to add a 50% tip? He’s rich and he stood her up…” the waitress sighed, staring at the bill.

“Do it, I doubt she’d care after sitting there for over an hour.” The busboy shrugged as he collected all the dishes.

“God, you’re so right.”

“Of course I a- “

“Where is she?”

“Oh my god!” Jolting, the waitress looked in shock at Gojo, her heart racing at the jump scare she got from his sudden appearance. “I- Uh- she left?”

“God fucking damnit,” as quick as he was there, he was gone. Calling your phone for the millionth time.

Of course, you weren’t there. Why would you be? How could he expect you to wait there for hours?

It was his turn to cry. Desperate and pathetic as he raced his way back to your shared home. Coming to a screech in the driveway and he bolted his way inside.

“Sweetheart? I am so sorry, fuck I got caught in a meeting with those old fucks, and there were no windows and they kept bringing up stupid shit that pissed me off and it was a cycle—“ he was rambling as he made a B line for the bedroom.

But his breath caught in his throat as he saw you.

You, beautiful you, rolling a joint with puffy, red and swollen eyes. Tear streaks down your face, and makeup ruined.

“I’m so sorry, please let me—“

“All you say is sorry nowadays.” You muttered, barely looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, before you sealed the joint with your tongue on the edge, smoothing it down and pressing down on the edge, before grabbing a lighter. “I waited for over two hours.”

He was crying now, pretty blue eyes pathetic and glassy as he took a step towards you. “I know, and I’m so sorry, god I- I didn’t realize the time and— and-“ he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? What he could he say to make this better? Nothing.

He reached his hand out to touch you on the arm, but your eyes were cold as they glared into his through the mirror, “don’t touch me.”

His hand flinched back like an abused child, eyes a little wide, utterly hopeless.

“Please,” he choked out, Adam’s apple bobbing as pretty tears fell down his face, “I can’t live without you, please… tell me what I can do, anything, I’ll do anything.”

You were silent for a long moment, before turning to him.

His breath stuttered when he saw you. Beautiful in that pretty blue dress, and those heels he bought you on your one year anniversary. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Too bad it was wasted.” Your voice was bitter as you lit the joint, simultaneously slipping out of your heels and standing flat footed on the ground.

“I—“

“Shut up.” Your eyes were lidded, tired and red. Red for the wrong reasons. “Just shut the fuck up, for once.”

Never has he closed his mouth so fast. Gojo Satoru left a crying, pathetic mess at your feet. He couldn’t live without you. He needed you, he loved you, you were, no, are, his everything.

“Get on your knees.” The command was soft, but the way you looked at him was nothing of the sort. Nothing short of disappointment and hurt as you took a pull from the joint.

Brows furrowing, he hesitated, but only for a moment. Slowly, he was crumbling. He dropped down to his knees with a painful thud.

“You’re an awful boyfriend.” Your arms crossed, and you leaned against the dresser.

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Sorry is all he could say, because he was.

He regretted everything that led up to him hurting you. But even from where he sat now, on his knees, the hard tile biting into his shins, all he could think about was

‘I can’t live without you.’