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Falling For Fairytales (9)

Anthony Bridgerton x black!reader

Series Summary: Taking a slight twist on your classic Cinderella story, you are the daughter of a Marquis who died when you were 18. Several years later, you are told by your stepmother that you must marry this season, or she will engage you to her elderly Uncle. Having no money of your own, you realize you are going to have to strategize if you are going to avoid such a fate. So it's a good thing you run into a Viscount who sees marriage as a battlefield.

Chapter Summary: It's official

Word Count: 1,325

A/N: I have to give another shout-out to @gxlden-honey for making my night with her in-depth analysis of my story!! It easily prompted me to write this chapter 😭🥰

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Confirming your engagement with the Viscount was a little nerve-wracking to say the least. But as you watched both Lady Bridgerton’s and Lady Danbury’s expressions morph into ones of delighted surprise, your nerves instantly disappeared.

You and Anthony were still holding hands when the two women rushed over to you. They began to ask questions about a wedding you had not even had a chance to think about planning. 

While being bombarded with questions, you took a moment to glance at Anthony in order to see his reaction to your answer as well. You easily fell deeper for him when you saw that he had the widest grin on his face. Seeing him so happy at being engaged to you let you know that you had made the right choice. 

Giving his hand a small squeeze when you made eye contact with him, you returned your attention back to the esteemed ladies in front of you since they had yet to finish asking questions and making suggestions.

With a touch of fond exasperation, you interrupted them by saying,

“Please! We have only just gotten engaged. I have no idea what the wedding should look like!”

Hearing that seemed to be simply unacceptable for the two women. So, after moving to stand on either side of you, they each looped their arms with yours and began to lead you back into the ball while they continued to discuss your future wedding.

Turning back to look at your newly minted fiancé, you shot him a look that said, “Save me!”, as you were escorted through the terrace doors.

Your jaw visibly dropped when he raised his brows with a shrug and sent you a look of feigned apology that clearly said, “Good luck with that!”

You barely had a chance to catch his amused reaction at the betrayed expression on your face before you were forced to turn around and engage in the conversation.

Soon wondering if you were going to announce your engagement here at the ball, Lady Bridgerton asked if she should go back for her son. She had just begun to turn when you stopped her by saying you would rather inform the rest of the Bridgerton clan first before you told the rest of society.

Loving that you were already doing your duty as the future Viscountess by thinking of her other children, Lady Bridgerton had to pause before she decided to take one of your hands in hers and say with sincerity,

“You are going to make a wonderful addition to the family.”

Melting at the kindness of her words and the motherly look in her eyes, you made sure your gratitude was known as you gave your thanks with just as much sincerity.

Lady Danbury was just as touched at her friend’s words on your behalf and chose that moment to say with faux haughtiness,

“Well, I would say we have done what we came here to do, my dear girl. Would you not agree?”

A sense of giddiness started to fill you as the reality of your engagement hit.

You were to marry!

Not only that, but you were to marry the man who had been inspiring passionate feelings in you since you were a young lady, not the man your stepmother had chosen for you. 

The amount of butterflies that filled you in this moment made you feel like you could walk on air!

With a bright smile you could not contain, you replied using that same haughty tone,

“Yes, I would say we have.”

Giving a decisive nod at your agreement, your Aunt turned to your future mother-in-law before saying,

“Then I think we will retire for the evening now that there is no longer a need to find a suitable match for my niece.”

Side-eyeing you with a smirk, she finished by saying,

“Not when the perfect match has already been made.”

Entertained by your antics and agreeing with her words, Lady Bridgerton gave a joyful smile as she said to you both,

“I completely understand. I will send a correspondence tomorrow to set up a dinner so that we may break the happy news to the family together.”

Nodding your heads at her plan, you each said your proper goodbyes before making your way out of the ball. 

Anthony had missed you by a few seconds when he returned to his mother’s side just in time to see you walking away. As Lady Bridgerton watched her son watch you, she found that she still wore a smile as she told him,

“You chose well.”

Giving his mother a boyish grin, Anthony returned his gaze to your retreating figure as he confidently said,

“I know.”

You and your Aunt, on the other hand, had climbed into her carriage before either of you spoke again.

Choosing to speak first, your Aunt said,

“Now, it is because I love and care for you, just as I loved and cared for your mother, that I have to ask,” Lady Danbury began, “Is this what you want?”

Giving an effortlessly happy smile, you replied with barely contained elation,

“This is more than I could have ever hoped for!”

Content with seeing you so cheerful, Lady Danbury allowed her own smile to show before saying,

“Then good on you for securing such an enviable match with the highly sought-after Viscount. If you were not the talk of the ton before, you certainly will be now.”

Giggling at her words, you said with a laugh,

“I am not marrying to be envied!”

Though, with Anthony looking as good as he did, you could easily see how the unmarried half of the ton would feel that way.

Continuing, you began to say, “I am marrying for—”

But cut yourself off as you almost said ‘love’. 

Although you knew your heart pounded furiously whenever he was around, you were not naive enough to believe you had an adequate amount of information about one another for it to be called love. 

“Not yet, at least.” You eagerly thought.

Starting again, you chose to say instead with a hint of false decorum,

“I am marrying for security.”

Even though you had caught yourself from saying ‘love’ just in time, your Aunt still seemed able to guess which particular word you were originally going to use.

Eyeing you knowingly, Lady Danbury asked,

“And are we sure that is all?"

Your eyes widened as you understood what she was suggesting and then remembered that you were basically an open book to her. 

Not knowing how to respond to her question, you remained quiet for a moment before she chose to answer it herself.

“Because from what I have seen, that boy cannot keep his eyes off of you and you seem to share the same affliction whenever he is nearby.”

With a look that said, ‘Do not take me for a fool’, she repeated her inquiry.

“So I ask again, are we sure that ‘security’ is all you are marrying for?”

As what she implied hung in the air, you could not stop the bashful smile that spread across your lips after she spoke of Anthony and his actions. You tried to hide it by looking down into your lap, but a quick glance up told you that she definitely expected an answer this time.

Clearing your throat, you admitted with a slightly shy smile, 

“So…this may be more than a marriage of convenience.”

Your Aunt regarded you quietly for a moment before she slowly leaned as if she were about to share a secret. Leaning in with her, you saw a look of pleased satisfaction cross her face as she whispered conspiratorily,

“That is what I was hoping you would say.”

Easing back into her chair, you knew the conversation was over when she turned to look out the window. You followed her example now wearing a wider smile and contentedly enjoyed the rest of the journey home.

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BOOOO BE THE PERV!! BE THE OLD PERV and BEG YOU KIRI

sorry is this is a weird thirst to share i just need to share it tho

i just constantly imagine kiri seeing how tired and stressed i am from work and grad school and insisting i need a daddy dom to lay me out and fuck the stress out of me. im constantly rejecting his offers until he just loses it and holds me down to force me into subspace. holds me captive in a full nelson while his thick fingers play with my fat brown cunt..wont stop overstimming me until i finally call him daddy/sir AHHH sorry just the idea of kiri forcing his way into my life and insisting i need him sexually to be a functional adult just hits different

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18+ MDNI -dubcon

I'm screaming , crying and throwing up right now because I've been thinking about this alot lately!

Big old Dilf!Kirishima who's 45 but doesn't look a day over 30. The only indication of his age being the white skunk stripe that frames his face surrounded by unruly red locs-- often pulled up into a pony to better broadcast that charming smile.

And he comes into the little cafe that you're working part-time towards the end of your shift every night just so he can have an excuse to follow you home. And he's sucha pervy old man. Pulling you close against his side under the guise of protection. Or leading you with his large hand on the small of your bag, fingers "absentmindedly" grazing your ass. Making faux-innocent comments about your pretty face and cute young body. Commenting that you're so polite , "a perfect little girl" and trust me he definitely notices the way your thighs clench together. The sight has him chubbing in his hero suit.

He brings it up after walking you home a couple of weeks -- the whole sugarbaby/daddy thing. "I don't know, kid. You're working yourself so hard" He pauses, glancing down at your smaller frame. So fucking tiny compared to him, he could just break you. "I'm sure there's an easier way for a pretty girl like yourself to get money". And god bless your little soul because you have absolutely no idea what he's suggesting. Other 25 yo women would've already been on there knees but you're a sweet innocent grad student that spends most of your time with your head in books. No time for romance, or god forbid sex . Kirishima could see it too-- the innocence in those big doe eyes and they way they widened into saucers when he clarified .

God his dick was painfully hard when you started sputtering and waving your hands frantically, blabbering on and on about how you wouldn't be good enough because you lacked experience. No doubt he almost ruined his underwear at the thought of breaking in your virgin cunt. It would be so easy to follow you upstairs and invite himself in. Insisting that he was thirsty or needed to use the restroom. " It's the least you could do for breaking my heart" he'd tease, pinching the supple flesh of your cheeks. It would be so hard not to laugh at your panicked expression, so eager to please that you're practically pulling him up the steps to your place. "Be right back!" you chirp as you dash into the kitchen and he just smiles in response because now he has you right where he wants you.

"Got lonely by myself" His breath would fan against your skin, chuckling deeply at your yelp of suprise. Teeth grazing the shell of your ear, eliciting shockwaves to places you've never thought about touching. And god- he's a big brute of a man , your literally trapped between him and the counter not able to move if you wanted to. Cause you don't want to move right ? You're asking for this. You want him to drag a hardened fingered down the seams of your leggings, black fabric pooling at your ankles. Even if you're squirming against him and saying no it's really because you're trying to rub against his cock. Rock hard and throbbing against your ass. You could feel the heat pulsating through the thin fabric of your underwear. He can't wait to ruin you, to to sink his thick fingers into your tight brown cunny. Would you cry for him? Bite your lip as he stretched you open ? Scissoring your whole and rubbing your clit with the pads of his thumb. He'd get you nice and dumb for him too. So his face and name is the only thing you remembered and by the time he sunk his cock into your pretty little pussy , you'd already be hooked. Daddy's perfect little girl , ready to do whatever just to get a crumb of dick and attention. Might even drop out of school and be his pretty little incubator. Just wait around his condo until he makes it home and pumps you so full of spunk that it's oozing down your legs.

It would be so easy for him to break you, right here and right now. But that wouldn't be manly. Kirishima may be a sleazy old perv that jerks off while sniffing the hand that rested on your waist-- the faint smell of your perfume still lingering. Eyes blown wide thinking about how much better it'd feel if he was fucking into you. Yeah... he might be a perv but he at least wants you to think you have a choice. So he just waits. Waits until the day that you're ready to become daddy's girl.

i- this was supposed to be a thirst, but it seems like I got a bit carried away ....

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"Were you an ugly baby?"

Tooru's face screws up in horror where his head is resting in your lap, and a pained squawk is punched out of him in the wake of your question.

"What? No!" He pulls himself upright in your bed, slipping from your grasp and twisting around to face you. "Why would you ever think that?"

It's funny seeing him--a grown man, 186cm tall, 83kg of corded muscle and olympically trained physique--so upset over such a silly question. It only makes you want to rile him up more.

You shrug. "I don't know, you just kind of give off 'ugly baby' vibes."

Tooru's jaw hangs, his eyes wide.

"I was a beautiful baby, I'll have you know." He pokes your shoulder indignantly with a prominent pout tugging his bottom lip forward. "Ask anyone!"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"I could always call Iwa, I'm sure he's got some baby photos he could send me," you say, nodding a little to yourself, watching carefully to see his reaction to your suggestion.

Tooru moans. "He'll send you the worst ones! That's not fair."

Your boyfriend throws himself back down across your lap petulantly, landing heavy across your outstretched legs.

"You're so mean to me," he gripes, burying his face against your tummy. You resume running your fingers through the impossibly soft strands of his hair, unable to keep yourself from giggling a little.

Tooru nuzzles against the material of your t-shirt, still sulking even as his arms wind around your waist to hold you close.

"Why would you even ask me such a terrible, cruel question?" he mutters grumpily.

You sigh a little, watching the way the ends of his hair curl around your knuckles as they slip through your gentle touch. "I was just thinking how unfair it would be if you've been this pretty your whole life."

Tooru goes quiet, his shoulders easing slack. He noses against your tummy and hums, but this time the sound is pleased. His arms tighten around you, and you feel so comfortable under his weight, his familiar touch, the way his breath seeps into the material of your t-shirt and warms through to your skin.

He presses a kiss against you as your nails rake gently against his scalp, a palpable shiver running down his spine.

He breathes out a long, appreciative sigh. "Well, you could have just said that."

"Where's the fun in that?" you ask him cheekily, and he harrumphs in response.

He peels himself away from you, returning to his original position with his head resting atop your thighs, staring up towards you with a dozy, heavy-lidded gaze. He reaches to cup your cheek in his hand, his fingertips soft against your skin.

A beat of silence passes between you, but it's comfortable.

"You know," he says, though his voice is quieter now, a little deeper too, "I could give you one."

You blink, taken aback by his words.

His touch trails down to your mouth, tracing his thumb against your bottom lip. He pushes gently against it, until your lips have no choice but to part--not that you have the presence of mind to resist it with the sudden rush to your head his offer has caused.

He smiles, his warm eyes watching the way your lips wrap around his finger instinctively before flickering back up to meet your own.

"I may have been a cute baby, but ours will be even cuter."

Don't you dare ever leaving me again. f!reader x Gojo

warning : a little bit of degradation, mention of breeding, injuries, sex, rimjob, cunilingus, fingering...

summary : your ex-boyfriend wants to pick up his things from your place.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! 

The last time you saw your ex-boyfriend Gojo, was the day you broke up, one month ago. After a whole 6 months of dealing with his childishness and self-centered ways, you decided it was finally time for you to move on with your life, and Gojo didn't seem to like it. The split was difficult, as you were both fighting and screaming atrocities at each other for a good hour, and once you left his place, you swore not to talk to him ever again. 

However, your phone ringed last night, and to say you were surprised would be an understatement to describe what you felt seeing Gojo's name on your phone. For some reason, your heart started to pound in your chest, and it took some courage for you to finally read his message. 

"Hi, think I forgot some stuff at your house, mind if I come picking them up tomorrow?"

Oh yeah... Gojo's stuff. The night you broke up with him, you took all of his belongings and packed them into a box that you putted under your bed. You planned to ask to one of your mutual friends to come and bring it to him, but with all of the things you had going on, it totally slipped out your mind. 

You were hesitant, remembering the promise you made to yourself the day you drove off his parking lot. The wound was still too fresh for you to want to see him, in fact, you did your best to avoid all the places he could go to, not really sure of what to do if you ever met, so the idea of meeting with him? You wasn't really feeling it. However, it was the last thing relating you to him, and getting rid of it, would give him absolutely no reason to talk to you or see you anymore, and you was ready to take it upon yourself if it meant being entirely free from Gojo Satoru.

"You can come tomorrow at 7 p.m."

So here you are, sat on your couch waiting for your ex-boyfriend to ring at your door, messaging your bestie to try to calm the nervousness growing into your body as the fateful hour gets closer. You are regretting your decision, should've sent Utahime or Geto to bring him his shit, but it's too late now, you can't go back, and it is only a matter of seconds before he shows up.

Finally, someone knocks at the door. Doing what Shoko advised you, you take a deep breath and walk lazily to the door. Through the eyelet, you can see Gojo, playing with his phone, and he's not different from before. He is tall, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and basic jeans, he wears his signature round-shaped sunglasses, looking at something on his phone waiting for you to open the door. He is handsome, you think. Despite being deformed by the glass of the little door-peep hole, he looks amazing. 

You open the door and he looks at you, while putting his phone on the back pocket of his jeans. Unlike the last time you saw him, he looks calm and almost pleased to see you.

"Hi y/n!" He gives you a little smile that makes your heart sink at you feet. You smile back, trying not to show him the impact he has on you. "Hi Gojo, let me just go get your box, I'll be right back."

You leave him on the door steps and go in your room to take the box under your bed. It's full of goodies and just men stuff that you don't really care about, a little dusty from the journey they had under your bed frame, but it's  all good. 

Coming back into your leaving room, the door is closed, and it's surprisingly that you find your ex-boyfriend sat on your couch, manspreading shamelessly like he was the owner of the place. You laugh out of nervousness.

"Gojo what are you doing?" He shrug his shoulders. "Just waiting for you... And I think we have some things that we need to talk about."

This is confusing for you, because you never planned to have any kind of explanation with him. Matter of fact, this is what you hate about him : how bold he can get. "Who told you I wanted to speak to you?" You ask, now frowning from the anger taking upon your body. "I don't know if you do, but I do." 

You want to run to him and slap the audacity out of his mouth but you contain yourself. Gojo is never going to leave unless he gets what he want and you know it, so you are going to give it to him. Box in hands, you sit on the lower table in front of him, ready to receive whatever bullshit he is going to send your way.

"I know you cheated on me."

He looks serious, and it's a lie so you can't help but laugh, what is this fool talking about? Knowing him how you do, he probably just made that up, but you let him go on. 

"You broke up with me out of the blue, so what would it be other than that? You found somebody else that you liked more, or that catered to you more, because having power is more important than love for you anyway, and you decided you didn't want me anymore, isn't that right?"

"You are crazy Satoru." You put the box in your hands on the table next to you.

"Of course I am, I am the problem, it can never be you."

You can't even take him seriously and you don't even try to. For half a year you have been trying to put up with him and embrace him for who he is. But who Gojo Satoru is, is an immature, selfish asshole, unable to communicate but rather walling himself into mutism everytime something doesn't go his way. Not caring about anyone's feelings but himself and so rude in the name of honesty. You can't count the numerous nights he left you alone to go party with his friends, and still to this day aren't sure if he didn't cheat on you, because you know he loves women attention to much, even in a relationship. Deep down inside of him, he knows that you weren't the problem, that is why you let him act the way he acts for now.

"You just made that up because you can't handle the truth, Satoru."

"What truth?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You fumbled me, not the other way around, so you feel bad, probably guilty, and you wanna put that on me, but I'm secure so... I don't care."

Satoru laughs and take the glasses off his eyes, meaning the conversation is going to get more serious than it is. "Fumbled what? A control freak? A frigid ass bitch unable to show any emotion?"

"Don't call me out my name, heffa." You point your finger at his noise, like a parent warning their kid that they are going to get grounded, and his hand slaps it. "Don't put your fingers in my face, are you crazy?" 

You stand up, ready to interrupt this meaningless conversation, and he does the same. Now, your bodies are only a few inches from touching each other's, face so close to yours that you can feel his fresh and minted breath hitting on your skin. It becomes painful to bear the tension of the atmosphere. His blue cerulean eyes looking right into your eyes are making an uncomfortable feeling grow inside of your stomach, and if he doesn't leave right away, something bad is going to happen.

"I think you should leave." You say, pointing the finger at the door, showing him the way. Gojo flashes an impudent grin and shake his head from left to right.

"I'm not leaving until having what I came here for."

Suddenly, his arm surronds your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. You try to push him away, but his body doesn't even flinch, and Gojo is amused to look at you struggle in the air. That is one of the reason you wanted to avoid him, he is so full of himself and arrogant, of course he was going to try something inappropriate.

"Let me go, you fucking idiot!" You scream, eyes getting almost teary of frustration, but Gojo just won't let go. His grip is too much for your strength to handle, and his lips, stops you from doing all kind of movements once they crash onto yours. His free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you even deeper into the wet kiss, and as much as you want to slap him in the face, it seems like your body just won't move. Gojo is sealing you into his hold, with something he knows work at all times, mixing his tongue with yours, saliva dripping on both of your chins, but you don't care, you are used to it. 

With his hands sliding under your ass cheeks, you surround his neck with your arms and jump on him. Gojo is now holding you around his waist, as he walks towards your room, where he plans to take something he has been thinking about for a whole month. You can't say you haven't been thinking about it too, shamelessly playing with your clit at night, while thinking about all the filthy things he made you do while you were together, but as your orgasm came, you wanted to get these images of off your head and just pretend like it never happened. 

Your windows are wide open, giving a perfect sight for whoever would want to see your room from outside, but you don't care. As fresh as the air is, your skin is hot from all the excitement burning inside of you, you can tell by the bulge under his jeans, that Gojo feels the same way. He carefully lays you on the bed, not letting your lips get away from his, and starts running his hands under your top. Slight moans escape from your mouth, and he can't help but smile of satisfaction, everything is going as he wanted to. 

Finally, he interrupts the kiss, only to give some attention to the rest of your body. Licking a line of saliva from your neck until the middle of your breasts, squeezing them in his two big veiny hands, then taking your top off you, to put your whole titty in his mouth, one thing was for sure, he missed your body. It gets sad for a minute... Is this the only thing you are for him? A cum dump? A slave that has to give him sex everytime he would want to? 

Believe it or not, your ex-boyfriend paid attention to you, and when your mind starts zoning off, he sees it pretty quickly. "What's wrong baby?" The vibration of his sultry voice makes your nipple harden into his mouth, he is licking it frenetically, as you try to make up a sentence. "No-Nothing, feels too good." 

Gojo keeps trailing kisses from your chest, to the bottom of your navel. Still wetting your skin with his saliva, he takes off your sweat shorts, and his eyes enlighten once he sees your white panties.

"Get on your knees baby, let me eat that pussy from the back." You obey without objection,  arching your back so he could see your dripping cunt from behind, and as much as he wants to eat you, he is so impatient to fill your puffy lips with his big hard dick, stretching your walls and making you cry for help.

Gojo leans towards your ass and draw a long line of spit from your clit to your asshole. The intoxicating feeling makes you moan loudly, and he forgot how much he loved hearing your voice yelping in pleasure. He does it again, while you are face down, ass up, totally overwhelmed by what is going on. He sloppy kisses your cunt, without letting out the sensitive bud hiding between your fat lips. Gojo is a messy eater, so a mixture of saliva and cum is dripping from your hole, but none of you really care. All of this wetness allows two of his fingers to slide into your hole really smoothly, making a sound of macaroni pastas in the process.

"Satoru... it's so good..." 

Your ex-boyfriend grins, and slowly fucks your cunt with his fingers. You almost jump in surprise when he puts his tongue into your ass, but it makes you feel good, and soon enough, you start moaning like your life depends on it. Gojo keeps going, going even harder in your walls while his mouth stayed busy with your butt. He moans too, so turned on by your body, or your voice, or both, and can't wait to fuck your pussy raw. 

His time has finally come once your body finally reach its climax. The explosive sensation of pleasure in your stomach makes you fall on your bed, but it's not over yet for Gojo, and before you even realize it, his big and hard cock is out of his pants, ready to invade your insides. Without letting you rest, he slowly enters in between your lips, groaning like an animal in the process. The sound makes your walls clench, and he feels it. 

You are now laid on your back, while Gojo is on top of you, pounding you like he hates you, which he lowkey does for breaking up with him. One of your leg is on his shoulder, spreading your cunt wider for him, and he feels sucked up by the tightness of your hole. 

"Such a fucking slut, shit, I always knew it... What happened girl? I thought you hated me?" He manages to whisper out of breath. You don't answer, you don't really know what to say and you're already too exhausted anyway. Gojo is still staring at you, a hand at the side of your head while the other one is teasing your nipple. He wants to look at your face when you're taking it, he wants to release all the frustration you gave him the day you broke up with him. Hell yeah he was a shitty boyfriend and he knew it, but still, leaving him was the worst thing that you could have ever done to him. His cock pushing deeper and deeper into your stomach, he can feel his orgasm coming.

"Fuck... I should trap you with a fucking baby... So I know you'll always be in my life." Gojo puts your other leg on his other shoulder, and leans lower on you, stretching your body like you were jointless. His tip hitting your cervix makes you mewl in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and you almost feel like passing out.

"Open your fucking mouth." He orders, and you do so, without discussing. A drop of drool slowly leaves his lips to fall down your throat, and you swallow it like it's yours. "That's my girl... You can act classy and proper all you want but we both know you're a fucking whore, right?" You don't answer but he is right. Gojo brings out the worst in you, and once you're with him, you forget all your manners, all your virtues, and become a wild animal. You slowly slide your hand in between your body, to reach your clit and start massaging it, while he is still pushing himself deeper and deeper in you. 

Looking at you playing with yourself makes him grow even bigger between your walls, and you feel it in live. This was definitely his way to tell you that he missed you and was angry about the situation. Remember ? He isn't a good communicator, and he would've never admit it to you in a normal way, he had to do it big. Literally.

It is early in the morning and you watch Gojo as he is slowly putting his clothes back on. You two spent the whole night fucking, and as the windows were open, you are pretty sure all the neighborhood heard your 5 orgasms, but you don't really care. 

You follow him to the door as he is ready to leave. He picks up his glasses on the lower table but pays no attention to his box right next to them, which surprises you.

"You don't take your stuff?"

He puts his glasses on his nose and lay a soft kiss on your forehead. "I could give two fucks about them sweetheart, you're what I came to retrieve." You roll your eyes and open the door for him to leave. "And don't you dare ever leaving me again."