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Through a Mother's Eyes: 2.7 (gojo x f!reader)

Second Trimester: 2.7

series summary:

For the first time in jujutsu history, two six-eyed wielders will walk the earth in the 21st century. Prophesized that Satoru Gojo will father the next user and the mother coming from your bloodline, you decided to take on the role to erase your family’s debts. The only catch? Your child’s first breath will be your last.

chapter summary:

After introducing you to two important people in his circle, you and Gojo set off on a small vacation with them to Kyoto. Though, he wasn't too keen on how you easily bonded with his long-time friend and colleague.

next part here. previous. series master list.

content/warnings: NSFW 18+ (mdni) : unprotected sex, minor degradation, lactation kink, mirror sex, gojo is a bit rougher than usual, jealousy/possessiveness. Reader started to lactate, jealous/insecure Gojo, slight angst.

words: 13.3k words

note: Happy New Year everyone! sorry for the late update, but I'm finally done with school, woo!! Can't wait to continue this story with all of you in 2023. And as always, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

'your father is a confident man, but there are moments where he’ll doubt himself. Whenever he becomes restless with his insecurities, help me put those negative thoughts to rest. He needs to be reminded constantly since he is human after all.'

19 weeks

The mall was bustling with hundreds of people — thousands of living entering and exiting this building on a daily. It’s been a while since you’ve been surrounded by regular human beings, not sorcerers. And you remembered why you chose to stay at home, most of the time.

Loud screams from children could be heard on the third floor, and gossiping co-workers whispered to each other at the takoyaki stand. The fluorescent lights from store signs were a little too bright. Earlier, the sound of babies weeping from the second floor triggered your first phenomenon of lactation. Thankfully, your kind escort gave you his tan blazer to cover you up.

Overwhelmed, you pinched the sleeve that belonged to said owner of the blazer. The earthy musk of his cologne that lingered in your now-oversized jacket perfumed your nostrils, calming you down.

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah.” In your purse, you fished out a pair of noise-canceling earplugs in an attempt to dilute the sounds. “I haven’t been around this many people in a while. I’m fine though. Let’s go?”

“Sure. If you need to step out, let me know.” He nodded down at you, while you grinned with appreciation.

“Thank you, Kento.”

5 days ago

It shouldn’t have bothered you that much — having you and Gojo dance around the name of your relationship after introducing you to his long-time colleague, Kento Nanami.

Officially exclusive, but as what?

Boyfriend and girlfriend?

Lovers?

Partners?!

“From what I see,” Nanami cleared his throat and adjusted the frames of his odd-looking spectacles. “You both are… close.”

“Yes.” “Yup!”

Both you and Gojo synced up. Your right arm hooked around his left one, and your ‘close’ friend pulled you closer.

“Closer than most friendships, Nanamin!” The blindfolded sorcerer bounced as he pointed to your belly. “I bet that regular besties don’t give each other babies!”

“Oh God…” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. With a heated face, you looked away as Gojo proudly boasted your success in conception. What impressed you was how expressionless the blond was. 

“I see. You don’t need to go into further detail, Gojo.” He then turned to bow at you. “It’s a pleasure, and I look forward to getting to know you.”

A part of you pitied at how he was able to brush Gojo so easily, meaning that the latter had done more than his fair trade of ‘entertaining’ or in other terms, annoying the younger gentleman. Their history had gone back all the way since high school, making you wonder if it’ll take many, many years to be desensitized by the one and only, Satoru Gojo.

“Now, now, Nanamin.” The menace let you go and instead, put an arm around his long-time companion. “No need to be too formal! You’ll intimidate her!”

“I’m not intimidated.” You defended with a scowl before glancing back at the (emphasis on the) gentle-man with a polite smile. “I believe that it’s important for us to be acquainted before we go on our trip to Kyoto. And since we’re mutually friends (you ushered with a question-like pitch) with Gojo, I’m excited to get to know you as well.”

As Nanami offered a polite smile, your friend scratched the back of his head. “Why are you two talking like you’re negotiating terms to hang out with me?”

“We are, darling.” “So we can discuss who will be more accountable for you during the trip.”

Along with the sarcastic agreement, the both of you smirked mutually. If this were a Sims video game, a green ‘+1 friendship’ would be floating between your heads. Gojo’s pout only extended even more. 

“Should I even let you meet Utahime?” He mumbled more to himself, dreading an upcoming moment that was supposed to be exciting.

“What was that?” Your conversation with Nanami quickly stopped.

“Nothing, sweetheart!” A large hand rubbed the top of your head, the owner keeping his mouth shut, knowing that you of all people could hear his words clearer than a summer sky. “Let’s go inside now! I’m starving.”

As he led you and his junior inside the restaurant and half-heartedly apologized to the hostess for loitering outside instead of coming in, Gojo internally dreaded the plausible day if you developed the ability to hear his inner thoughts.

——

Present

Being the gentleman that he is, Kento held all the shopping bags for you, while you proceeded to look for more clothes with his blazer on. The tan material was scratchy and dug into your skin, but you’d rather deal with that consequence instead of walking around with a shirt that’s been leaked on.

You wondered where Gojo and Utahime set themselves off to (or, where Gojo dragged her.) In all honesty, it irked you how he whisked himself away, while he promised to spend a whole day of shopping with you to look for maternity and baby clothes. Instead, he placed a colleague in his position that you pitied as well, since looking after a pregnant woman was definitely not a part of his job description. 

But at the same time, you didn’t mind it as well. Very quickly, you’ve become accustomed to Kento and in turn, he was as talkative to you. Coming from a humbling background, the sorcerer attained a perspective of regular humans that was different from others like him. You found that you could connect with him much easier than how you did with Gojo in the beginning.

You respected him for that.

“Ohh, this is adorable!” You squealed as you held up a violet-toned onesie with white hearts. The size was for a 3-month-old child, and you could just imagine how it’ll complement your baby girl, especially since she’ll have her daddy’s eyes. Before the grief feeling of FOMO could possess you, a baby pink ballerina outfit, with a sparkling tutu hovered in front of your face, and a squiggly blur of lines was printed on the front. 

The holder cleared his throat. “I don’t know what stylistic choices you prefer, but I believe that this would be cute for your daughter.”

You slowly read the print out loud. “Momma’s #1 ballerina.”

Then all of a sudden, the words blurred again. However, it wasn’t from your decreasing vision, but it was from a surge of emotions striking you in the chest. To be able and unable to visualize your daughter in this outfit enabled a fresh set of tears to form beneath your eyes. Quickly, your fingers wiped away the residue.

“Sorry-” You apologized promptly to the concerned blond, who immediately pulled out a handkerchief. “I think that’s a perfect choice, Kento. I’ll convince Gojo to dress her in that.”

“I don’t think that should be an issue.” His right lip curved up. “If anything, he’d be more than willing to match with her.”

Imagining your true love in a ballerina dress had you burst into a fit of laughter. Knowing him, Gojo might end up enjoying dressing up more than your shared child. Your giggles brought the attention of nearby shoppers, who all mutually snapped their heads toward your direction. With a heated face, you mouthed an apology before covering your lips. It was Nanami’s turn to be amused.

The two of you continued to explore the shop, with Nanami carrying a shopping basket, and with you throwing almost anything in there. A few minutes later, you were stuck choosing between two knitted shirts that had two different designs.

“Which one?” The one on your left hand had daisies, while your right hand held a shirt with pink tulips as the pattern. You wanted to choose both, but from how the basket was already piled up with clothes from one wall of the store, you forced your (lack of) discipline to pull through. Plus, you wanted to save space just in case Gojo gets here, so he could choose with you, but the choices of baby clothes to your avail had made you too excited.

“Mmm…” Nanami’s brown eyes flickered between both options. “I prefer the one with daisies - it’s more simple. And because the shirt itself is a cream color, it could be easily paired with any bottoms.”

“Huh.” Impressed by his analysis, your stare quickly met his. Amused, you grinned slyly.

“You’re oddly good at this, Kento.”

“At what, dressing up?”

“Yes. But it’s a surprise to see how stylish you are with kids' clothes. Makes me wonder if you have a family of your own.” You both chuckled at the banter. “Gojo would probably pair yellow trousers with a green and orange striped shirt.”

“I don’t have children, but I have nieces and nephews, so I do know a thing or two about appropriate attire. And I’d be more concerned if Gojo doesn’t dress your daughter with a mismatched outfit 70% of the time.” He huffed a dreadful sigh, as though he made it a personal mission in the future to advise his senior on how to make the new coming baby not look like she came from the end of a rainbow.

“I entrust them in your care, then.” You hushed quickly with a swift bow. A blow of stress whipped your mind as you thought about your beloved scrummaging through the closet, proudly picking out the most scattered-looking set of clothes. You shuddered.

While you and your new friend finished your rounds of going through the store, you both finally walked out with 3 bags, all carried by him. Three employees from the store oddly stared at you and Nanami, offering wide smiles. They bid a polite goodbye and you thanked them out of courtesy. 

However, disappointment shot through you as Gojo didn’t come back, but wishful thinking was soon replaced with practicality. If you were with that menace, you probably would still be in that store with little to no items — either because you argued on what to get, or you both would be stuck dreaming about a future that would never come.

In that case, you were glad that you came with Nanami instead.

You grunted as the ache in your calves strengthened. Taking notice of your sudden pain, the gentleman offered.

“We can take a break if you’d like.”

Smiling apologetically, you covered yourself even more with his blazer. “Please.”

Nanami visually scoured through the mall, looking for a bench or table to sit on. But his duty halted once he witnesses a familiar face. And he doesn’t need to say anything, as the figure already made his way over. 

“Sweethearrttttt, Nanaminnn~!” He almost skipped over, his black leather jacket swayed with every beat. Empty-handed, he held a palm out and waved in your direction. Squinting, that giant blob slowly morphed into a clearer figure of yours truly. His colorful, burgundy pants helped with your recognition.

“Gojo! Where did you go?”  You blurted, heart pounding in excitement. Walking passed Kento, you greeted your unofficial lover by going over to him, but then remembered a missing character. “Where’s Iori?”

“Ahh, Utahime?” The bridge of his rectangular glasses slid to the lower part of his nose as he didn’t look around. “She’s 30 seconds away… Why are you wearing Nanamin’s blazer?”

“You left her behind?!” Immediately glaring at his neglect, you looked at the direction his back faced. You weren’t entirely sure how, but another flame of a sky-blue blurry figure was suspected to be your new female friend. Memorizing the oversized, blue jean jacket she had on, you mentally confirmed that it was her.

“Bastard!” She gritted while stomping over. “You took off without me!”

Both of you blinked while Nanami stoically observed the altercation. Even some passersby whipped their heads to face the angry lady. A little girl tightly clutched onto the hem of her disapproving mother’s blue knitted sweater. Gojo shrugged as though he held no accountability.

“Lower your voice Utahime! You can’t get men with that behavior. Now you’re scaring children too.”

“I’m gonna kill you.” A brow twitched. In comfort, your hand brushed over her arm. Relaxing, her cool palm rested above your skin. “How do you deal with him on a daily basis?”

You chuckled. “I’ve known him the least out of everyone, so that’s probably why I’m not fully tired of him yet.”

‘Though, he’s getting there.’

Keyword: yet. And the older man in the group analyzed your phrase quicker than the speed of light.

“What do you mean yet?!” His voice reeked with sulk as he made his way behind you. Large arms protectively wrapped around above your belly, and his chin rested on the top of your head As affectionate as he typically is, there was an odd feeling with this interaction. He held you tighter, as though you were about to slip from him at any moment. 

And he didn’t want anyone else to catch you.

His fingers tugged on a flap of Nanami’s blazer and asked once more. “Why do you have this on?”

“Uh…” You froze while covering your breasts with the jacket, and darted between Iori and Kento’s stares. The sorceress gazed in pity like she already knew, while the latter looked away since he definitely knew. But it was your role to assess the father of your child.

Embarrassingly, you lifted the flap, only wide enough for Gojo to see from above. Peering down he mumbled.

“Oh…” He held you even closer. The vibration of his hum massaged your crown. “Does anything hurt? I’ll get you something to change into. We can go back to the hotel.”

“Gojo, I’m fine.” You reassured with a breathy voice. Squeezing a little too hard for your liking, your pointer finger hooked onto the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled. Immediately, he let go. “He offered me a shirt, but I wanted to keep going when I saw the baby store.”

Silent for about 10 seconds, Gojo bit his lip and nodded while checking his blazer-less junior. “Okay. But you can give it back to him now. Wear mine instead.”

“What, why?” Confused, you stepped back closer to Utahime. While your focus was on him, you swore you could hear a snicker from her.

“Because.” The pale-haired sorcerer was in the process of removing his own jacket. “I’m pretty sure Nanami wants his back, right Nanamin?”

There was a leading tone with a suspicious splash of venom. Barely picking up on his behavior, you turned to face the other man. “Do you want it back?”

“Yes, he-”

“I don’t mind.” Not allowing his senior to finish the statement, Nanami shrugged casually. “It’s much warmer than Gojo’s jacket anyways.”

“I agree.” Utahime tutted in, linking her arm with yours. “You look so cozy and warm!”

“No one asked for your opinion, Utahime.” Her tall opposite snarked. “Have her wear your jacket instead!”

“It’s too small on me.” You defended, slightly amused at the transaction.

“Don’t speak for me, Gojo!”

In irritation, a vein popped out of her neck as she let you go and glared at Gojo, who in turn, unappealingly twitched his eye. However, she had her fill of satisfaction when you and Nanami were suddenly no longer in the circle, but a few feet away, walking through the crowded aisle together. 

“They seem to get along well.” A simple jab confirmed her prediction. Uncharacteristically quiet, Gojo marched off, trailing behind you and Nanami, who were talking like two old buddies. The sorceress could see steam ramping from his red ears.

She smiled. One point for her.

——

2 hours, 1 break, and 3 stores later, Satoru Gojo was fed up. He pulled every trick in his sleeve to gravitate you to him. And even though you reciprocate his hugs, kisses, and callings, the greater Kento Nanami naturally reeled your attention.

And he didn’t have to do anything!! All he needed to do was say your name, point his thumb at the topic of interest, and you’re floundering at whatever it is (rightfully so, since it’s usually baby clothes). 

The chill and suave Gojo was internally fuming, bringing out a feeling that he hated. Envy was one thing, but jealousy was definitely another. And the latter wasn’t always a kind emotion to him. 

And he despised how irrationally greedy and spiteful he felt to his younger colleague. It’s not like Nanami was trying to take personal advances toward you. If anything, Satoru should be glad how two very important people from his different worlds were able to connect easily. He is, truly. But seeing how domestic you both looked made his skin turn greener than jealousy.

A handful of people pointed and whispered to each other about the “young couple” and how sweet it was of the blond gentleman to offer his “pregnant partner” his blazer. Gojo gritted his teeth and reminisced the beginning of it all, minutes before spotting his friend and his beloved.

——

The snowy-haired fiend scowled at the three older employees who gossiped loudly while loitering outside of the store. They whispered something about a blond, very handsome man with a blue button-up and funky-looking tie, and a shorter, pregnant woman with a long, tan blazer that doesn’t coordinate with the rest of your outfit. Immediately, he knew the duo that spurred from the mouths of the trio. Though, he was curious about the blazer part.

“They look so infatuated!” One boasted. “They reminded me of when my dear and I were first expecting.”

“They’re such a beautiful couple. I could only imagine how their baby would turn out. Do you see the type of clothes they’re shopping for?”

“My bet is that their looks are from the mother and style from the father. Oh- they’re coming out now!” The third recalled as you and Kento walked out of the store together. The ladies wished you both to have a good day and you kind as ever bowed out of thanks. Standing from the side, Gojo waited for you to notice his wonderful presence and run into his open arms. 

But his smile faded when you never looked in his direction. Instead, you looked up at Nanami with discomfort — your hand gripping his sleeve. It was a simple gesture, but something within the strongest’s core twisted. And why are you wearing that blazer?

You looked beautiful as always, while Nanami was dashing with his tight button-up. If Gojo didn’t know you two, he would definitely pair you as some sort of power duo. Look at how easily you two molded together as though you were actually dating.

Sighing, he pulled on that enthusiastic grin and happily marched over, quickly making eye contact with his younger peer.

“Sweethearrttttt, Nanaminnn~!” He cooed out loud, emphasis on the loud. Your head immediately whipped in the direction of his voice. Filling in that barely dug-out hole in his ego, Gojo happily trotted to you, as his ears were opened to the concerned tone of the loitering employees.

“He’s her partner? No way, I thought it was the blond handsome one!”

“She’s lucky to be connected to both… The one with white hair is pretty.”

They gossiped amongst each other and with a smug, Gojo quickly turned to face them. Tilting his glasses slightly down, he winked in their direction, causing all three to turn bright red. Even though he appreciated one of their compliments, their original accusations of you and Kento didn’t sit right in his mind. Soaking in their final faces of embarrassment as a victory, you finally faced your lover… with his friend’s blazer on.

With his fingers tingling to throw the fabric off, he was unintentionally restrained by the excitement that escalated from you.

“Gojo! Where did you go?” You blurted, but your focus then shifted to the space behind him. “And where’s Utahime?”

His eyes almost popped from their sockets due to how he widened them. ‘Oh yeah…’

“Ahh, Utahime?” He forgot that he left her at her favorite clothing store. With her help, Gojo was done with his task anyways, and he’d rather go back to you than be bored to death by watching his older colleague pick a top that is between two different shades of blue. 

But speaking of the devil, raging residuals towards the sorcerer infiltrated his nose. Without needing to turn around, he kept his eyes fixated on your attire.

 “She’s 30 seconds away… Why are you wearing Nanamin’s blazer?”

——

“Oooh Kento, look!” The back of your hand lightly tapped his arm while the other pointed at a mannequin with a beautiful sage green dress with white outlines of lilies that perfectly compliment your skin tone. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“I agree with you.” He nodded and paused his movements. “Would you like to check it out?”

15 feet away, Gojo’s tight fists were dug deep in his leather pockets.

“Kento?” He practically hissed in surprise and confusion. Kento… Really? Not Nanami, but Kento. 

It’s one thing for Nanami to call you by your first name, as that was a preference you held towards everyone. However, Gojo knew his colleague for years, trailing back to their days as a student. It’s always been Nanamin or just Nanami. ‘Kento’ was reserved for somebody who was close. But with how you say his name, it seemed like you and Kento were acquainted for much longer.

“Nah I’m okay.” You pointed down at the bags Kento was carrying and leaned in a bit closer to whisper. “I think I’ve done enough shopping for a lifetime.”

Literally. It was a dark, light-hearted joke that you couldn’t compel to Gojo. So in an effort for him to not hear it, you stood inches next to Kento, and your arm accidentally grazed against his.

“Looks like the two are close, huh?” A sudden jest from Utahime made the all-knowing sorcerer jolt. “Already calling each other on a first-name basis. She doesn’t seem to call you by yours yet, huh?”

It was like she could read Gojo’s mind perfectly, sparking up a topic that irked him deeply. With a deep, justified sulk, he poked back, displeased by the negative answer that circled in his thoughts. “You’re having too much fun with this, Utahime.”

“Yeah, I am.” She admittedly confessed. “Seeing you like this feels so good. I think karma is finally making its rounds.”

Before Utahime could say something even further, she and her typically annoying colleague witnessed an unusual occurrence as out of nowhere, a group of teenage boys in front, made a ruckus. They ran opposite, heading towards your direction. She wasn’t sure if your headphones worked a little too well, but your focus remained on Nanami.

“Hey!” The sorceress reached a hand out to call your attention.

Meanwhile, Gojo was a step ahead. Before you could get run over by a stampede of troublemaking teens, the herd was met by an invisible wall, knocking them back. The two who led the race rubbed their faces in pain while the four others were considered blessed for being behind.

However, his dear junior took a greater leap. As your partner casted his technique, Nanami, like any normal person, wrapped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you to the side.

“Watch out, sweetheart.” The blond exclaimed a little loudly. The oomphs from the students followed soon after, dragging the attention of other passersby who witnessed the event in plain confusion. 

The force of his pull naturally had you squish against his side. You grunted from the sudden motion and yelped at the sight of the winded boys. Your vision couldn’t focus, but by their reactions, it was obvious that some supernatural force pulled them back.

“Are you alright?” Nanami then let go. You nodded at his sincerity, but your attention was on Gojo. You squinted at the sudden flame of bright blue light outlining his frame, but it had almost immediately faded away. Stunned, you wondered if that was a hallucination, or if this was another ‘perk’ of your special pregnancy.

“Gojo..?” You made your way to him but stopped halfway when you heard how haggard his breathing became. It was like he ran a marathon and finished first. Being able to get a clearer sense, you saw judgment in his tilted face. His eyes were dark, with no effect from his shaded frames. And all signs of typical cheeriness have defected from his expression. This wasn’t the Gojo you were familiar with at all. 

It’s one thing for Nanami to call you by your first name, but it’s another to call you sweetheart. That’s where he crosses the invisible line.

He wasn’t enraged like that one time when you almost died from the curse. But this current emotion was peaking near it. You gulped, pitiful towards the teenagers. Utahime already caught two by the ears, scolding the group as though she was their very own mother. And now, your own darling will soon show his wrath to them. At least, that’s what you thought. 

“Gojo.” A male voice intruded from behind, questioning his colleague. “Is there a problem?”

‘Ah, fuck.’ You noted mentally upon connecting the glare. 

Turns out, the taller man was shooting daggers at his long-time friend, who in turn, held his usual, calm, and stoic gaze. Man to man, these two were the pots of gold and you in the middle, were the rainbow.

Ignoring him, Gojo snapped out of his trance and looked down at you, who was looking back in concern. With softening eyes, he mumbled.

“Are you hurt?”

Quietly, you shook your head and reached for his hand in comfort. Not for yourself, but more so for him.

He grabbed you a little too quickly, and you noticed how he shook against your hold. An initial thought passed that your lover was cold, but alas, his hands were warmer than the sun that Icarus flew into. And his tight grip only signified a silent realization. 

Satoru Gojo’s blue eyes sparked with green.

But at who though? Nanami? …Why?

After scurrying those young gangsters with a final warning, Utahime returned to the group and aggressively whispered to her impulsive junior.

“Were you not thinking at all?! There were people watching us, Gojo! You were lucky that no one had a phone out to document a group of boys that mysteriously ran into nothing!”

“I wasn’t thinking.” His low voice confirmed, very much disliking the jealousy that bloomed in his chest. “Nanami would’ve gotten her out of the way and perfectly prevented any mishaps.”

Silence emerged from the group. Awkwardly, Utahime stood a foot back, her eyebrows raising at you and the blond. Meanwhile, the quarter-Danish cleared his throat.

“Again, Gojo. Is there a problem?” His question was stiff. “With me, perhaps?”

“It’s fine.” The other male grumbled and pushed his glasses to the higher bridge of his nose. He caught your unsure gaze. “I’m fine. I’m just tired. I’ll go back to the hotel and you can drop her off after.”

Utahime blinked, off guard by Gojo’s excuse of being tired. Normally, it’d be him to push them until they literally dropped from shopping. She bit her lip, worried that her teasing with you and Kento might’ve gone too far. To her defense, she didn’t know that it’d be possible.

“We can take a break somewhere. My legs are beat. Yours too, right?” She looked at you with hope, but all your attention was on your sour companion. Nervously, you started fidgeting as well.

“I think I’ll call it a day too. I think that’s enough walking for me.” Your white flag waved in front of his face. However, your face didn’t express fatigue, but rather, disappointment.

Gojo felt something twist and realization crashed into his mind. He unintentionally ruined your night out. “Sweetheart-”

“Huh? Really?” The female teacher couldn’t contain her slight despondency either. But she immediately picked up the tone with hope as she smiled at you with clasped hands. “I suppose we can end it here. We have more of Kyoto to explore tomorrow. We shouldn’t spend all of our energy on the first day.”

Kento nodded in agreement, clutching onto the shopping bags that were evidence of your (Gojo’s) credit card’s damage. With gratitude, you grinned at your new set of friends, for being really considerate. Your emotions with Gojo still remained a mystery, as you couldn’t tell if you should be mad or angry at him. Though, a confirmed feeling is definitely worrying.

Meanwhile, Gojo mentally sputtered curses all towards himself. His anger had diluted into guilt as your moment of freedom had ended early. He could read the jump in your cursed energy. Behind that smile, you were sad.

“We can still go around if you want, sweetheart. I can even push you around a wheelchair like an old lady.” He picked up his own tone and reached his arm out to hook you close to his side. “Would you like that?”

But you didn’t reciprocate his enthusiasm. Closing tonight’s chapter, you deadpanned quietly.

“I would like to go back to the hotel, Gojo. Please.”

Gojo whimpered at your unchanging want. Complying, he nodded and obediently stood behind you as you took initiative and pledged your goodbyes. Utahime gave you a big hug, while Nanami exchanged a few words with you.

“Thanks for going around with me, Kento.” You embarrassingly covered how he followed you to the stores of your interest, instead of taking turns and going to where he wanted to as well. “Promise that next time, I’ll go to whatever store you want to shop at next.”

“I look forward to it if that’s even possible.” He winked quickly, hinting at the only barrier that may block this event from happening. You giggled softly, appreciating the humor that he embedded, so it wouldn’t be awkward. After Gojo was reprimanded by Utahime, the two gentlemen faced each other.

Nanami’s smile dulled to a straight line as he held his hands out to hover your shopping bags to his senior. While Utahime temporarily whisked you away to talk about tomorrow’s plans, the younger of the 28-year-olds spoke lowly.

“I apologize if I pulled on some strings that weren’t meant to be touched. But just understand that in no way, shape, or form was I ever trying to take advantage of her.”

The way he spoke was courteous like he still held respect towards Gojo. Typical, mature, Kento Nanami, a man who stood his ground, but remained humble when someone would (mistakenly) walk over it. Satoru reflected the guilt back as his conscious subdued the fact that Kento was being nothing more than a friend towards you. A connection that you needed more than anything.

And because he couldn’t contain his negative feelings, he pulled you away from blossoming that aspired friendship.

Gojo reluctantly took the bags and barely made eye contact with Nanami. For the first time, the strongest felt like he was weaker than his counter. “I know. You didn’t do anything at all. I was acting stupid and let my personal feelings get to me. I apologize as well.”

“For what it’s worth, it’s good to see you expressing your true emotions.” Nanami didn’t skip a few beats. “Though, it could’ve been handled better.”

The older man pursed his lips and confided with a tight smile, relieved that the tensions he felt were not mutual, but self-depressant that these tensions existed in the first place. And they still do, for some odd reason. 

Then, you turned to face Kento, apology brimmed deeply in your eyes. Gojo’s stomach dropped at the sight. Clearly, you weren’t done with today. But there’s nothing that Gojo could do to reverse your decision.

“Goodnight everyone!” You masked with a cheery tone. Utahime and Nanami wished you and Gojo well before turning in the other direction. Meanwhile, your face sank the moment you saw their backs, and swiftly turned too before walking away.

Luckily, your fast steps were nothing in comparison to Gojo, as he was able to easily catch up, thanks to the gifts of his oddly long legs. The both of you teleported here, so technically, you had no direction to head to. However, he just decided to follow you along in your own journey.

“Woah, slow down, sweets!” He mimicked a silly running motion, his hair bouncing with every skip as he jogged to your right. “You’re going too fast!”

“As if.” You dryly notioned, trying to grab some of the shopping bags. But your partner shifted them away from your reach by stuffing all of the ones from his left, to his right.

“No, allow me.” He exclaimed with less humor. With his left hand now free, he let it sway on his side, hoping that you would grab it like you always did. Though, it was unfortunately and expectedly, left negligent.

You continued your own business, with a mixture of many thoughts circling your mind. It was obvious to confront Gojo about what just happened. And you weren’t exactly mad at him. But you were still left feeling confused. Kento just pulled you out of the way from getting hurt. If Gojo was any average male, sure, it’d make much more sense if he felt a bit threatened by your interaction with Nanami.

But it’s Satoru Gojo for god's sake. That man is the epitome of perfection who trusts his colleague and lover. Logically, it’s not calculating.

“Hey…” He said your name with the sweetest twinge of delicacy. It’s been weeks since you’ve heard him say it like that. You finally glanced up at him. Even though his shades covered his eyes, it doesn’t take a genius to read the rest of his expression and piece everything together. 

Logically, his behavior doesn’t make sense.

But emotionally…

“I know you’re upset at me.” He extended his open palm out. “But can you hold my hand… Please?”

You stared at it for a bit, contemplating. If you didn’t have your headphones out, you bet that you could feel his heartbeat pounding your brain in itself. 

Silently, you laced your fingers through his and continued to lead him to God-knows-where.

——

Ever since you and Gojo returned back to the hotel room, the latter placed all of your belongings down on the table and began to fill out any silence with filtered words.

“We didn’t have dinner yet. We can order room service if you’d like.” He rummaged through the items that you and Nanami purchased. He pulled up a grass-colored shirt. “Ohhh look at these! It’s so… green. Hm. Interesting choice for our baby girl isn’t it sweetheart?!”

A distraction. He was like a kid who would fiddle with anything merely interesting to avoid the biggest scolding of his lifetime.

“Gojo.”

You still had that damn blazer on. But Gojo wisely chose to not muster his energy on that. After all, Nanami was just being attentive, a trait that your dearest sorcerer would appreciate. But still. He couldn’t explain this stupid source of toxic masculinity — where someone that is his is being taken care of by someone that is not. Ugh. 

Well.

You’re his person.

But it’s not official.

You guys didn’t say anything about being exclusive.

That’s fine since everyone and their moms should know by now.

Right?

Especially with the way you act toward one another.

You know that you’re essentially taken.

…

Right?

Gojo cringed at how a few days ago, you couldn’t even introduce each other as boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers, romantic partners, or anything of the sort. He knows that in the deepest crevice of his heart was a home made for you. But was that something that needed to be said out loud?

“Y-Yes?” Hesitantly, he turned to face you. Your gaze peaked with worry, while his was with fear. You stepped closer and he had the sudden urge to drop down to his knees and bury his head against your swollen belly in sorrow. His hands hovered over your waist, but his skin lingered an inch over your clothes.

Does he touch you? Does he not?

Ugh, you’re still wearing that damn blazer.

While his head scrummaged for a heartfelt apology, a sincere compliment, or even anything to release the edge from his guilt, you rose on your tip-toes and planted a kiss on his jawline and some to his neck.

Satoru Gojo blinked once.

Twice.

That was a reaction that he expected the least, so his fingers hovered where you left a mark, and your sweet lips lingered on his buzzing skin. He’s got a better look at you now. Being a bit braver, he forced himself to peer into your eyes. And upon looking closely, his bare orbs scanned the smallest bits of cerulean blue that hovered below your pupil. It was barely there, as it’s not even completely crested around your natural color. But it pained him to see physical evidence of your child’s power slowly overtaking your body.

When did the signature blue of the Six Eyes start layering over his mom’s naturally brown eyes?

“What was that for?” He waited for an answer.

“Just because, and I love you.” His heart never felt so light. “And I’ll only love you… You’re aware of that, right?”

And that’s when his heart plummeted. With persistence laced in your tone and gaze, Gojo knew where you were going with this. You were a smart woman, one of the most intelligent beings that the sorcerer ever came across. And your sense of reading other’s emotions like a brochure was a human gift that Gojo envied. Speaking of envy…

“I know.” It was a breathless mutter, anxiety ramping up his system. You stepped forward and continued to corner him until he backed up and had his butt pressed against the table. The bags and your headphones on top rattled with his intercept. “I know you do, sweetheart- oh fuck.”

Mixed feelings stirred in him. Guilt, jealousy, and a sudden insatiableness subdued down to his trousers as you snatched his collar and pulled him down for a deep kiss.

He grunted and groaned about how you took the lead. His arms wrapped around your waist, while his hands fondled your ass. You gasped, and Gojo used that opportunity to speak.

“Don’t you want to talk about what happened first?” He said while sucking on the soft spot of your neck. You mewled at his touch.

“I already know, darling.” Your eyes rolled back at the sweet sensation. Internally, you burned, craving for more. “We can talk after - oh. Or during. I don’t know.”

But both of you already knew that Gojo would end up saying a few words as he fucks you. 

His growl vibrated against your skin, his nose inhaling a scent that smelled extremely familiar.

But it’s not yours.

“Fuck.” Without letting you go, he guided you to the bed and tugged on the tan blazer. His head spun from the fragrance. “You smell just like him too.”

“Like who?” Okay… Maybe you were kind of enjoying this.

“Like Kento.” For the first time ever, Gojo’s junior’s name left a vile taste on his tongue. It’s something that he’ll regret and fawn over later. But for now, he’ll have to fix this boiling feeling in his stomach. He pulled on your sleeve, signaling one thing. “Off. Take it off.”

Mentally apologizing to Kento, you obliged and shimmied off the blazer and threw it on the ground, or else, Gojo would end up tearing the fabric. Your wetness continues to seep through your underwear, aching for attention. Your stained top was exposed and Gojo gave you an uncanny look that from experience, you knew all too well.

A non-verbal option that either A) you strip your clothes off or B) Gojo would rip them apart.

But based on the current mood and with your silent approval, your partner opted for the latter.

You yelped when the fabric tore, hissing as your skin was now exposed to the open air. Your grey bra was soaked with your milk and Gojo stiffened like a lion that had just met his prey.

You may be hungry, but the man was beyond famished. 

All he wanted was to leach onto you and selfishly suck all of that euphoric milk. But your partner forced himself to retain all remnants of his diminishing self-control. You scooted to the middle and laid down, elbows propped on the mattress, pinning at the tent that formed from his jeans. 

“Are you uncomfortable?” At least there was some sincerity when he crawled on top of you.

You shook your head as his sharp nose bumped against yours. Your hand pulled down on a cup, exposing your breast. In awe, the both of you stared at the white pearls that rolled from your nipple.

“It just tingles.” Your breath shuddered as Gojo hovered a few inches away from your breast, mesmerized by the new sight. The air from his nostrils hit your skin at a rapid pace, making you yearn for more of him.

Willingly, his eyes connected with yours. This was probably the last time you’ll see Gojo for a bit, as you’ll be making love with a whole other being. Someone starving, desperate, feral.

“What’s the safe word?” His voice deepened.

“Infinity.”

And with that, his mouth latched onto your right nipple, while his hand fiddled with your covered breast.

“Oh fuck!” It was an odd sensation. Gojo loved playing with your tits, as it was a frequent ritual for him to do so the past few weeks. But with your breasts heavier and full, the tingling sensation that accumulated transformed into a pleasure that was unknown to both parties. Something that will be explored.

Gojo swirled his tongue and sucked, exchanging between both breasts. You squirmed under his hold, hips automatically thrusting in the open air. 

But don’t worry, your tried and true still has a free hand, waiting to be used. With his fingers, Gojo unbuttoned your pants. Uncharacteristically, he didn’t take his time with undressing you, nor teasing your entrance to rile you up. Instead, for his sake, his middle and ring digits slid in, curling inside your cunt.

You gasped in surprise, your fingers harshly tugging white strands of hair. Gojo let go of your nipple and kissed his way from your chest to your jawline, leaving slightly more aggressive love bites along the way. 

“Fuck sweetheart,” another hand stroked your head. Gojo leaned in close enough, so you could see the wildness that lay in his expression. “Who made you this wet?”

His fingers moved his languid strokes, massaging the spongy, sensitive walls that pooled you into a soaping mess. Missing the sensation, you groped your own breasts, whining at the rising peak of your early climax.

“Y-You did. Mmgh- wanna cum.” Your doe eyes made Gojo swallow. His pre-cum faintly made its appearance through his jeans. From your divine appearance alone, your dearest darling could combust untouched.

“Yeah? Wanna cum for me?” You could see it clearly now the moment he slightly backed up. His chin and lips shined with your milk, waking up an instinct inside you. Your response is to pull him in, licking all of the residues from his skin.

“I wan’ to cum multiple times from you tonight — please.” You ended the sentence with a high-pitched plea. “You’re the only one who could do it.”

And that’s how you ignited a permanent fuel to his ego. Smirking, Gojo left one final kiss to your lips before making his journey down under, leaving wet marks on your skin. As the taller being went lower, his body left the bed, promptly kneeling on the wooden floor. And when his made it to the bottom globe of your belly, he took his time, leaving gentle pecks at his little pit stop. Getting impatient, your hand pushed on his crown, causing him to pull away from his duty.

“What are you doing?” There was no usual, light-hearted tease that stroked his low tone. 

Gulping, your head lolled to the side in embarrassment. “I wanted you to hurry up.”

Large hands removed your pants and underwear, exposing your glistening cunt to all its glory. A finger delicately traced around your folds.

“What if I don’t want to?” It wasn’t a question, but rather a challenge. 

You huffed and scooted down, bringing yourself closer to him. However, Gojo stood (knelt) his ground by circulating his finger about half an inch inside.

“You’re gushing already.” He stated curiously, as though the bane of his existence wasn’t the cause.

“Don’t you want a taste?”  You tried to match his energy but were interrupted by a lap from his warm tongue.

“You don’t need to fucking ask.”

Eating pussy was a hidden talent of Satoru Gojo, and only a handful of his intimate lovers had the privilege to indulge in his gift. Though you, chosen one, were the only female that had him obsessed with his task. Drunk with your skin, the vengeful sorcerer grunted in pleasure every time he got to taste your sweetness.

You gasped and moaned when two fingers were inserted into your dripping sex, crossed and thrusting deeply in you, paying attention to your g-spot while sucking on your clit. Immediately, you were enflamed with sudden pleasure.

Satoru normally liked to take his time, even if it slightly agonized you a bit. He loved it when you begged with tears, desperate for his touch. But now, it shocked you with how sudden and direct he was.

The man was on a mission and he had to do it right and just. 

“G-Gojo…” You whimpered, squeezing your legs against his head, fingers pulling on his silky strands. “Darling slow down- ohhh… I’m about to cum al-alrea- haaah- Gojo… Gojo!”

But the jealous man only continued to curl his fingers faster, quickly sending you into overdrive. With his face buried in you, he had to rely on the pulse of your walls to sense how close you were. Everything about you is so fucking sweet. 

You didn’t expect that you were already cumming until your fingers froze and the air around you suddenly became warmer. Screaming out his name, you gushed into his mouth, begging for your lover to slow down. 

After a moment of calming down, Gojo asked if you wanted to continue.

Of course, you obliged.

——

“Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” Gojo instructed as he freed himself from the restraint of his jeans. Milky droplets coated his diamond-hard cock, ready to be plunged inside of you. With your legs still shaking from your first orgasm, you complied by rolling over. Your palms and knees met the soft mattress. And in front and slightly above the bed frame is a horizontal mirror. 

From your angle, you could see the blurry figure of your beloved removing his top layers, his rich skin reflecting against the glass pane. The mattress dipped as the second party climbed onto his knees.

He kept his promise, Gojo wasn’t going to be brutal, but he wasn’t going to be exactly easy either. 

A smack rang across the room and you yelped in surprise as his palms grasped your bare ass, pulling you closer. His red tip aligned with your entrance and Gojo hissed at the sensation.

“I’m going in.” With a foggy mind, your partner slipped inside, earning a guttural moan from you. Gojo grunted at how your pussy easily took him in, as though you were molded perfectly for him. “Fuck.”

Moving at a quick pace, the sorcerer was entranced with the way your ass ricocheted against his base. The tips of his fingers were red with how hard he grasped your waist. Meanwhile, you were death-gripping to the mattress, gasping at motions that tingled inside of you. Very rarely have you tried doggy style, as it was a mutual agreement that looking at each other with missionary was a preferred way of soaking in pleasure. However, the way that his cock perfectly kissed the spongiest part of your walls made you rethink everything. 

On the other hand, Gojo pounded into you like it was the only way to save your life. Images of earlier honed in his mind — the loving looks you and Nanami received from other people as you walked by, how domesticated you both seemed to be as you excitedly infiltrated almost every baby store, showing off your picks to the blond. It gave him uneasy flashbacks of how it took a very long time to earn your trust and friendship, but his dearest junior was able to befriend you in an instant. 

While pounding at a rhythmic pace, Gojo bent down, holding you close with his arms around your waist and with a hand groping your leaking breast. His teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder, too light for it to hurt, but deep enough to leave a mark. The perfect formula to physically claim what’s his.

“G-Gojo…” You stammered, eyes rolling back. You were raptured by his roughness, eager to be his little plaything for once. 

Satoru Gojo has let loose, and you loved every single second of it.

“Can you still handle me, baby?” His pink lips brushed against the conch of your ear. “Can you still handle my cock fucking you like this, huh? Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing. So. Good. For. Me.”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” You choked every time he bottomed inside you. “I can take you- oh my God. Let me fucking take you, darling.”

“Shit.” Gojo heaved heavily, feeling his own orgasm coming. Thinking quickly, his reflection of himself from the waist up gave him an idea. “Come here, sweetheart. On your knees.”

Pulling you up to your knees only, your lover instructed you to place your hands on the bed frame, giving you a clear image of the mirror. Upon seeing the reflection of yourself and Gojo, who was smirking the entire time, you coincided with wide eyes.

“I- I don’t think we should do it like this.” Though, seeing Gojo’s rose-dusted face amplified your pleasure. With one arm wedged between your breasts and belly for security, his free hand was all wild. He rubbed, stroked, and loved you all over from your collarbones, tits, belly, and thighs and finally found its home in your pussy, rubbing your clit in languid, circular movements.

“Why not?” His tongue dragged against the side of your neck, his thrusts were still deep and impactful. “You need to see who’s doing this to you, who’s responsible for turning you into a slutty little mess that you are.”

A part of him was apprehensive about throwing in a degrading term. However, you moaned and leaned back against his chest like you were made for that role. With your fingers pinched your own nipples, beads of milk dripping down your soft flesh.

You were on supernatural ecstasy as your heightened senses were working overtime. Your moans turned into pitched screams, begging for your climax to be tipped over. Naturally, your tongue stuck out as you faced your beautiful partner.

His face scrunched in pleasure and his white strands barely covered his eyes, which were still dark in jealousy. Idly, he kissed you roughly and your tongues danced like a duo doing a wild tango. Your orgasm was approaching quickly, and Gojo ensured that you’d be reaching your second peak by rubbing your clit faster.

“Gojo, please…” You whimpered, eyes red and watery. Gojo wants to give it all to you.

“Already calling each other on a first-name basis.” Utahime referred to your name call to Kento, impressed. “She doesn’t seem to call you by yours yet, huh?”

There was a reason why that Gojo had you stick with a formal address for a long time. He didn’t mind when others refer to him as Satoru because the modern sorcerer didn’t see the point of traditional customs. But in a time where he was supposed to keep you at arm's length, he pulled any trick from his sleeve to maintain that distance.

And now, that distance was long gone, but he quickly realized how there are still some barriers that were still standing. Now, he wanted to be close to you as much as possible.

“Satoru.” He strained as he began to see stars.

“Huh?”

“We’re together, right? Haah-“ His mouth agape as his approaching release was inevitable. “Call me Satoru.”

Your heart fluttered, matching the number of times you blinked. You’ve been waiting for a day like this to happen. Many weeks ago, you tried it once, just to be ignored. Out of respect for your partner, you kept that subject sealed up, even though it was unusual for you to still refer to him by his last name, given the immense bond you shared.

“Satoru.” It was delicate.

“Again.” He was spilling, and you were tensing around him.

“Satoru-“ Panting, you moaned his name, again and again. “Satoru! Ohhh- I’m about to cum. Shit- shitshitshit-“

With a final cry, you spasmed against his hold and Satoru cupped your cheeks together with his thumb and another set of fingers, forcing you to look at the mirror as you fell apart. The fire that erupted from the pit of your core blazed and the mix of you and your lover’s juices dripped on the bed.

He’s lost it. Gojo went faster — unapparent from your own orgasm. He spurred curse words out loud while you were riding your own high. And not too long after, he groaned your name that almost rattled the entire room, and unleashed hot ropes of his seed inside of you. 

“Ohh fuckk- baby…” Out of breath, he kissed your back and the mark he left on your skin. “You did so well for me. My beautiful girl.”

You slumped against his hold, foggy eyes staring at the mirror. You looked and felt like an absolute mess. But besides a quenched throat, it seemed like the night was far from over.

When Satoru gravitated a water bottle to your hand, you took a long swig, letting droplets trickle down your bare body, cooling your system. Your partner followed suit and the both of you momentarily remained in the same position, catching your breaths.

“You good, sweetheart?” He asked with his drenched cock from your heat — his swollen lips nibbled on the sides of your neck, shooting tiny sparks down your spine. Your thighs quivered from the intensity and the room had gotten foggier. You wiggled your ass back, enveloping friction that you missed so much.

The fire was still there.

“I wanna keep going.” Your desperate whisper reached the inside of his brain as it traveled down inside his body, pumping the blood that circulated within his member. “Just like this.”

Fuck… He felt like he wasn’t done either, but he had to prioritize his limits. 

Taken aback, Gojo grunted and watched you slowly engulf him, purposely squeezing to enable his desires. From the mirror, he sees all of you. Halfway from being fucked out, sweaty, and sensual. You glowed underneath the light, and the shadows traced the curves that he embellished so much. His hands rub your glistening skin, before making their way to your miracle globe.

For a split second, your boy wonder soaked it all in. You were in his grasp. He had you like this. 

You love him. And he…

His right middle and ring fingers glided their way to your lips, hovering barely a centimeter over. Like instinct, you put them in your mouth, tongue swirling at the saltiness, gazing intensely into the reflection.

His cock twitched inside of you and as a temporary remedy, he began moving in slow, short movements to warm up.

“Just like this, huh?” He murmured, sucking another soft spot on your neck while feeling all hot and bothered with how warm his fingers were in your mouth. “Such a little whore, aren’t you?”

“Only yours.” You replied by moving your head back and forth, as though you were sucking cock, whining at how agonizingly slow his pace was. There was an edge of roughness that never left his tone. And you absolutely devoured this side of him. 

“Fuck…” He grunted, feeling the restraints of his self-control loosening. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You did with half-lidded eyes, your smaller hands grasped his fingers.

“Hmm?”

“What’s the rule?” Satoru needed to make sure that your consent abided with full consciousness.

“We’ll say the safe word if either one of us wants to stop.” Your other hand glided his to your tit, having his fingers pinch at your leaking nipple.

“The colors?”

“Red ngh- a-and green.”

“And the safe word?” His eyes became darker.

Your hands now clutched onto the top of the bed frame and the tip of your nose brushed against his.

“Infinity.”

“Shit… Come here.”

The kiss was a sloppy exchange, with teeth clashing and desperation reeking. You taste all of Gojo, from the saltiness that lingered on his tongue, to the emotions of jealousy and lust. It was a divine combo.

He broke the kiss as he began to move faster, clapping his balls with your core. The fiery sensation returned as you arched your back, losing composure as your record-breaking third orgasm settled in. It's bizarre how pregnancy could make you feel fatigued AND energized all at once. 

“Haaaah- Satoru please, please, please keep going. Mmm fuck!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your partner pumped you into oblivion. It’s starting to feel like a lot. “I- I can’t…”

“What color sweetheart?” His pace was unsettling.

“Green!”

“Are you two even official? Because from what I saw, it looks like you’re in this weird situationship rather than an actual relationship.” Utahime’s question from earlier infiltrated Satoru’s mind as he drilled into you in an unforgiving motion. 

“Situationship? What does that mean?” It was a weird term that the young millennial doesn’t even know. It was even weirder than his older colleague knew what it was.

“Well by definition, she’s technically not yours.”

He was close — oh so close. Vivid flashbacks of doting stares from strangers that were geared towards Nanami instead of him branded his brain. You gasped at every deep thrust he made, causing the whole bed to rock with his rhythm. An internal prayer was sent out, in hopes that there was nobody occupying the hotel room next door. And if there was, you prayed for their forgiveness.

“Aah, Satoru!” Your thighs shook, feeling something pulse inside of you. Your partner’s warm breath huffed against the back of your neck, his little whimpers traveling through your ear.

“Take it.” He groaned out loud with each smack. “Fucking take it, sweetheart. ‘M close- take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take me.”

His voice was increasing in pitch and your thighs were sticky with the overflow of your accumulated wetness. He continued to chant his own mantra, with the phrase being ‘take me,’ as though he needed you to engulf him, to be your breath to live. It wasn’t until he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, that his warmth suddenly filled you up.

Crying out your name, Satoru bit onto your shoulder, leaving another set of marks on your skin.

Marks on what is his.

But what surprised you, even more, was how the pace wasn’t slowing down. Gojo, still visibly shaking and obviously, very overstimulated continues to thrust inside you, his slick cock now a little too slippery with his seed.

“Darling, we can stop for now-” You were hushed by how he nibbled your ear lobe. You sighed at the delicate feeling.

“Can’t stop-“ Satoru gritted his teeth, possessed. “Not until you- you cum again from me.”

“Satoru-“

“-Green. Infinity. I’m good.” His wet, snow-like lashes fluttered, displaying his purpose. “Take all of me, sweetheart. Take me, please.”

Greedy. He was so greedy with his plea. Gojo knew about it. It was pathetic that his jealousy about your rising friendship was the key to him signaling that he wanted to make your budding relationship known. Official. To be officially yours, and you, his. 

“Wha-?” Your back pressed against his, hands shaking from the overwhelming sensations that engulfed you. It was too loud, but not loud enough. His skin was electrifying, yet oddly bearable. His touch, his words, everything about the one and only Satoru Gojo marked your entire spirituality.

He was the fiery light itself, but you could only find yourself coming closer than repelling away from it, even if it burns within each closing step.

“I want you to be mine.” His tongue lapped the side of your throat, while his own bubbled up. “I-It’s stupid. But I pushed you away for so long because I couldn’t bear the thought of caring for someone who will leave me, again. Or that- fuck… That I put you in this situation. But when I saw you with Nanami and how fucking angry I got even when we’re not exclusive, I realized that I can’t- can’t hold myself back anymore, sweetheart.”

You whimpered, heart swelling at the thought. Satoru’s crystal eyes cascaded next to your face, glossy. You were unsure if that and his blushed face were the results of his exertion or confession. Regardless, you were pleased with how he’s opening up.

“I knew that I wanted you for so long, but tonight I realized how much I needed you.” Face now buried in the crook of your neck, your partner groaned, babbling short phrases as his brain short-circuited. Perhaps you were hallucinating tiny flecks of purple lightning trembling around (later you found out that you weren’t.)

“Darling, darling! Oh my god- I’m gonna cum, please, I’m gonna cum.” The intensity in your core was at the pivotal part before climax, thanks to your one and only pounding himself in you like a desperate robot. “I need you just as much too. I- nghh! I can’t live the rest of my days without- without you.”

“Mine.” Satoru felt himself reaching the edge once more, his body rumbling immensely. “You’re mine. Take every single fucking part of me, sweetheart. Be. Fucking. Mine. Damn. Say it.”

“I’m yours. You own me, Satoru.” You wheezed, stomach flipping as you finally tipped over to euphoria. “Fuckfuckfuck- Fuck!”

With the way your back arched and how your cunt spasmed and came, seeing stars was an understatement. More than electrifying, beyond world-shattering. You came and you came, the intensity filling out every single part of your body. You didn’t know that this type of experience even existed. If it wasn’t for Satoru holding you in place, you would’ve gone completely limp. With your skin pressing against his chest, you allowed your possessed partner to continue fucking you to extend your high, while he reaches his final one for the night. 

“Watch out, sweetheart.” A flashback to Nanami’s warning echoed Gojo’s conscience. It still left a sour feeling in his chest for hearing that come out of his junior’s lips, especially since it was geared toward you.

Satoru paid close attention to the mirror in front, focusing on your fucked out presence, crossed-eyed and all. You looked so sweet, which was partly why he nicknamed you such. His sweet pregnant partner, all vulnerable and splayed out for him.

He was already spilling inside of you as he rutted in faster, cock twitching for another painful release. Satoru never gave himself a break since he first came and his body begged for a break, but for some reason, he couldn’t falter. Of all the times, he had to fuck you now as though his life and soul depended on it.

Though, a minor setback was how his brain was beyond fried. His six eyes jumped at every single wall, forcing every sensation to be hyper-focused. Thankfully, they’re good sensations. But regardless, it’s a bit… overwhelming.

“Sweetheart…” He mumbled as he mewled in your ear. His fingers played with your clit, causing you to twitch. The both of you were possessed.“Sweetheart…  My sweetheart. You’re my sweetheart only. I’m about- mmm yesyesyesyes- bouta cu-c- haah-  I love- Ohhh fuck, shit. Ngh- Shit!”

Satoru fumbled curses out loud with a guttural cry — his aching dick shooting spurts of his love inside of you. Tears that dripped from his eyes landed on your skin and he froze. Thoughtlessly, the man with white hair gently kissed all of the bruised marks that were loitered because of his lips. 

After catching his breath, Satoru then pulled out. Rings of white coated his softening, raw cock. The whisks of air caused him to quiver as all of his senses had been spiked higher than the gods themselves. You found your personal pace by drinking the water that was on the nightstand while having an internal battle of frayed nerves of your own.

If you weren’t so exhausted, you’d be disgusted to be lying down on a bed that was drenched with you and Gojo’s mess. You almost gagged at how you’ll wake up grossed out and embarrassed that somebody has to eventually clean all of this up. Slightly coming back to his senses, Satoru petted the side of your face, planting warm kisses from your lips, all the way to the crease between your eyebrows.

“Are you okay? Did I go too hard?” A hand latched onto your bare bump, going around in soothing circles. When you didn’t respond, Gojo got fidgety. “Hey… Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Hmm?” One eye opened to look at him. The tension of worry between his brows had ceased, revealing a youth so prevailing. You inched closer, so you could examine all of his features, from the wisps of white stubble that weirdly shadowed his face, to his perfectly pointed nose that was still red from your intense session.

“Is the baby alright?” His concern tied in with guilt. “I knew you could handle me being rough, but what if I pushed you too hard? Maybe we need to get you checked out just in case. Shoko should still be awake. If not, I’ll just wake her up-“

You shut his lips by pressing a finger on them. “We definitely do not need to wake her. If the baby is in distress, I’d normally feel abnormal symptoms. But I’m okay right now. Promise.”

Feeling reassured, Satoru caught your hand and kissed your knuckles, mixed feelings still stirred in the pit of his stomach.

“I’m sorry.” Crystal eyes scanned yours, focusing on the small, matching patches of blue that were slowly taking over your irises. “I never meant to ruin your night out with Nanami and Utahime. You were having such a good time and fuck, I really blew it didn’t I?”

His voice submitted to the guilt that succumbed to him. When you locked your fingers with him, you smiled softly to address the issue in a calm manner.

“I was getting tired anyways. But I appreciate your apology.” You snuggled closer and chuckled. “I was gonna mention how I feel towards you and how you have nothing to worry about, but you should know by now.”

“I should.”

“You should.”

Satoru looked at the painted beige walls, seeing an image of you and Nanami together. While the oldest stood with confidence and loud charm, his junior had a poise of maturity, a different reflection of well-embellished masculinity.

While Gojo was shaped by his society, Nanami had the gift of sculpting himself into the man that he truly was. And you seemed to be naturally attracted to one who knew how to keep his composure in that way — one who was smart, witty, toned down, human.

“What’s up, darling?” You took notice of his silence.

“Do you… like mature men?” In the pit of his soul, Satoru still felt the jealousy that roused in his heart. The immature, playful, goofy, Satoru Gojo.

If he could be more like Nanami, more father/husband material, perhaps he could be deemed reliable in that field.

“I like you.” Your head rested on the side of his arm, feeling a bit guilty yourself for unintentionally making Gojo question his worth as a human being. “You’re mature and reliable too. Don’t compare your character with someone else, because at the end of the day, you’re the man I want to go home to. You’re the father our daughter is worth looking up to, Gojo.”

Suddenly your forehead was met with a light flick from his finger. You jumped.

“Satoru.” He instructed and his breathing slowed, feeling a bit more at ease. Those are words he’ll still have the digest, but for now, he’ll willingly take them as is.

“Satoru?” You reflected slowly, noticing the upward curve of his lip. With more assurance, you repeated. “Satoru.”

He kissed the part of your forehead where he flicked it and mumbled. “Yeah… like that.”

Cunningly, you changed the topic and reinstated it. “So it’s not going to be a name that I’ll only call you during sex?”

White brows curiously knit together. “I hope not. I’ve been waiting for you to call me by my given name.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, not believing the sentence that spurred from his mouth. “Huh? Really? No, you haven’t.”

“Yes, I did?” He questioned your dismissal. “I have for a while.”

Memories from weeks ago spurred of a time when your family first visited the Gojo clan’s estate. Your brother, sister, mother, and father all called your truly beloved his first name with such causality, as though he was already part of the family. Meanwhile, it seemed like you weren’t welcome to the ‘Satoru’ club.

“Hey, Satoru?” 

The sorcerer continued walking, as though he couldn’t hear your voice — even when he was only 10 feet away from you.

You cleared your throat and spoke louder. “Satoru.”

It was more firm, direct. Yet, there was no response from his end. You sighed, disappointed that maybe he’s too occupied in that mind of his to just even try this experiment. Though, no fair trial is complete without the controlled variable.

“Gojo.” You brought it down to a softer volume, barely loud enough to reach his ears. You didn’t expect for it to work, since you could barely hear yourself. However, third time’s probably the charm, since he stopped his tracks once more.

“What is it?”

“OW!” Gojo practically honked and scooted back as you pinched his nose with sudden irritation. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You’ve been waiting, my ass!” Covering up with a blanket, you sat yourself up with a displeased expression. “I tried calling you Satoru weeks ago, because of my family and you never responded!”

Satoru paused, rummaging through the memories that surfaced back and forth until he stopped at one 6 weeks ago, the day after your *almost* death by the giant curse. He remembered that moment exactly. Sitting up as well, he opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by your rant.

“And don’t tell me that you don’t know what I’m talking about! Because the moment I referred you back to your last name, which I practically whispered, you replied quickly. So it only means that you didn’t want me to call you Satoru at all!”

You huffed and crossed your arms, waiting for your poor partner’s reply, who was both terrified and still slightly hazed. 

“Sweetheart, I can explain-“

“-then explain it-“

“-I will if you let me talk!” A hand flew over your mouth to keep it shut and your forehead bumped with his. A finger floated over his pursed lips, signaling you for once to be quiet, an uncommon change of pace between your exchange. “Got that?”

Obediently you nodded and Satoru slowly removed his palm from your mouth, offering a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips as a flag of truce. He scooted closer to you but looked down on his blanketed lap, thumbs twiddling. 

“I don’t mind how or what people refer to me as. You know that most traditional customs aren’t for me, so if a stranger wants to call me Satoru, then so be it. There are more important matters in life than for me to press on titles. Actually, with me being who I am, I liked it when people referred to me casually, because it broke the ‘formal’ barrier between me and them. And I hate barriers.”

You looked at his lips the whole time, focusing on how he enunciated every word, carefully picking the phrases to say. You took note of his character and his last sentence, analyzing the irony behind it.

“And I didn’t think any much of it until you. Because-” Biting his lower lip, Satoru placed his hand over yours, squeezing firmly. Curiously, your head tilted to the side. “Because I… Dammit.”

He deflected by hiding his eyes behind the wisps of his hair like he just committed the world’s greatest sin.

“Because what, Satoru?”

The man shook his head, not wanting to confess his truth. However, he had already made it this far and at some point, he had to tell you.

“Because I never wanted to be close to you in the first place.”

“…”

Your brain paused, reflecting on his words. It was kind of evident, to begin with, but to have it be confirmed was a whole other element. 

“Oh.” You exhaled as though your stomach was kicked. Satoru reacted with his eyes widening with guilt and bringing your hand to his forehead.

“I’ve lost a lot of people in the past, sweetheart. People that I cared about, because of me being Satoru Gojo. And even though I could handle a lot since I’m the strongest, I couldn’t… I couldn’t risk myself getting attached to someone, especially if I knew that I turned their life into a ticking time bomb.” His hold on you stiffened. “Even before you signed the contract, I convinced myself, promised, that I’ll only be there for you when needed. Other than that, I’d be standing at a distance, focusing on work and other things to keep you off my mind. The only thing I should care about is the baby and not you. Ha… Pretty inhumane of me, isn’t it?”

The first 10 weeks of him being away, how you barely saw him around. It was always the “Oh good morning, have a good day!” type of exchange on an occasional basis before it summoned to something much more, primarily from Gojo’s internal guilt for making you feel abandoned on this lonely journey, which was a sympathetic feeling.

“And for some reason, you continued to beat down every wall I tried to put up. Every night, I always ask myself how, because I slowly started to think about you rather than the priority at hand.” Chuckling, Satoru barely mustered up the courage to look at you directly. “I’m the master of creating barriers, but I’ve found someone who’s finally met my match. My thoughts and heart overflowed with you, sweetheart, and I can’t figure out how. And now… I don’t think I want to keep them up anymore.”

The gates to his soul opened up and it was like stepping into a haven of warm truth. He sounded thankful that someone broke him out of his self-casted spell. But, the wave of a tragic, yet expected ending between you two still had yet to crash, making you wonder how much longer if (or until) he’ll crack.

“Really?” Ecstatic and unsure. Of course, you were happy with Gojo’s realization and acceptance of his true feelings. But the inevitable still repelled your feelings of relief. Your eyes made sure that they could only express the prior emotion.

Why is it only now you began to fully realize the consequences?

He pressed his lips softly against yours. “That’s why I never responded when you called me by my first name on that day. You were breaking down my walls quicker than I realized before I could finally accept how I felt toward you. Formalities were the only barrier I could fully control and I used anything to keep you at arm’s length as much as possible because I was scared. And to be honest, I still kinda am.”

Your thumb rubbed the meat of his backhand in soft circles, offering a silent gesture of comfort. Of course, he’s scared. Your bond was a fine line that had treaded him into the darkness that he avoided for so long, but it was strong enough for him to walk on.

“But I want to do this, even if time is limited. My only regret is that I didn’t accept you sooner, sweetheart.” Another kiss on the lips. Another crack in your heart. 

Will your path of love be strong enough to lead him to the light at the end of the tunnel, or will your death pull him down to the dark, murky waters?

“I… I want to be with you.” It was obvious that he was struggling with this too. Being a man born with confidence, Satoru was too careful with choosing his words. “I’ll devote myself to you, sweetheart.”

The thread he walks on would only get thinner. That’s a promise that would just bind him in chains. But will it be selfish of you to embrace his commitment with open arms? Or would you be an unruly being who would keep him chained to the tip of the coldest mountain?

You love him. You fucking love him.

It’s different if you offer him the rest of your life, but it’s unfair that he’ll do the same with his for you. 

For you will forever be his, but he shouldn’t forever be yours.

Now, how the hell do you say that? He already sounded too hopeful, relying on an improbable future. 

You stayed silent, allowing the open air to speak for you. Reading you like an elementary book, Satoru’s hopeful trance narrowed into a faded, darker gaze. 

Your face wallowed in pity, wondering if you should’ve kept your love a secret, kept the gates shut, kept the tension of two souls dancing around, but never touch.

Alas, glassy, crystal blue orbs shined with a sheer gloss of unfallen tears. Red embedded the whites of his eyes. Your name was pronounced like newly woven silk.

“At least, let me do this temporarily. I want to know what it feels like to be in a committed relationship, to shout to the world that you’re mine. I want to be openly loved, to lo-“

“Okay.” You didn’t let him finish his sentence, shutting him up with a long, slow kiss. Your fingers carded through the cradle of his head before you naturally cupped the side of his face. Satoru melted in your touch. “But promise me one thing, Satoru.”

“What is it?” It was a breathless whisper.

Stabbing yourself with a dagger, you only hoped that your beloved Satoru was able to understand the connotation beneath all of this.

You wanted your love to reflect back, but it’d be too damaging.

You saw how his father’s devotion to his mother led to a strained relationship between father and son.

Satoru knew himself better than anybody, and his early distance from you had a purpose.

To protect your daughter, he shouldn’t devote all of himself to you.

To protect your lover, he shouldn’t give you his soul.

You love him. And you will love him until your dying breath.

But Satoru deserves freedom, to grow without being held back. That’s the most and least you could do.

Your lips quivered, unsure of how to start. Both palms rested against his porcelain, chiseled face. You eyed his beauty as much as possible, soaking in the details of his features while you still had the opportunity to. Melancholically, yet truthfully, you answered.

“Don’t love me like how I love you.”

Satoru remained silent.

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JJK Men Getting Jealous

Feat. Gojo and Megumi

CW: Random guys being creeps, harassment, attempted kidnapping (or so he thinks), reader has female pronouns and anatomy, light swearing

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Gojo Satoru

The two of you were enjoying your date at the park when Gojo received a phone call. Normally, he would have ignored it, but you forced him to, telling that he needs to take care of his responsibilities. After all, you loved Satoru as he was, but the man needed to grow up a little.

Stepping away, he turned his back and answered the phone, immediately trying to weasel his way out of whatever assignment he was needed on.

Meanwhile, you were seated on a bench and scrolling through your phone when a street photographer approached you.

"Excuse me?" A young man was looking at you hopefully as he held up his camera.

"I'm a street photographer, and well, when I noticed you sitting here I just knew I had to capture your stunning looks for my portfolio. So would it be okay if I took your picture?"

Flattered, but a little uncertain, you replied.

"Well, thank you, but actually I'm just waiting for my boyfriend-"

He cut you off.

"Oh don't worry! This will only take a second!"

Stepping up to you, he reached out and brushed your hair back with his fingers.

"What-what are you doing?" You ask nervously, leaning away from his touch.

"Just brushing your hair back from your face! Can't have it covering those stunning features of yours now can we darling?"

He winked cheekily.

Finally finished with his call (he had managed to dump the assignment onto the three first years), Gojo turned around, ready to bask in your presence and affection.

Instead he witnessed an unfamiliar man moving his hands to your chest brushing off your shirt and smoothing the fabric.

Pausing, he took a moment to try and comprehend what he was seeing.

Then he saw you flinch and swat his hands away.

He was by your side in an instant.

"Please stop." You said firmly. "My boyfriend-"

"Is right here!"

Gojo interjected cheerfully, swinging an arm around your shoulders and using his other arm to push the photographer away as he sat next to you.

"Why don't you take a picture of me and my girlfriend?"

He suggested menacingly, looking at the man over his glasses.

"After all, don't you think we make an absolutely stunning couple?"

Needless to say, the photographer snapped a couple quick pictures of the two of you before speeding away.

"Thanks 'Toru."

You said, sighing in relief once the man was finally out of sight.

"No problem! After all, he was touching my boobies."

To emphasize what he was saying, he turned and buried his head in your chest.

He peeked up at you with puppy eyes.

"These are all mine, right?"

"Of course babe."

You laughed, and stroked his hair.

"They're all yours."

Megumi Fushiguro

While the two of you were shopping with Nobara and Yuji, you saw something that interested you and you wandered off.

Noticing that you were missing, Megumi split off from the others, and went to search for you.

Finally finding you, he couldn't help but to smile a little, because you were just so damn cute.

You were happily wandering around a manga store quietly humming to yourself as you browsed.

Moving to join you, he was shocked when a guy around the same age as you guys snuck up behind you and put you into a chokehold.

Were you getting kidnapped in front of him? He was speeding up, ready to give the guy a beatdown he wouldn't soon forget, when you flipped the guy over your shoulder.

The guy twisted gracefully midair to avoid being slammed on his back, and landed smoothly on his feet in front of you. You shot your arm up, ready to strike, but the guy easily caught your wrist.

"I told you to stop using that move, it's too predictable."

The guy said, shaking his head at you.

Pausing, you looked up at the guys face for the first time.

"TAKESHI?!"

You shrieked his name, and launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You big dummy! What was that for?! You scared the shit out of me! But never mind that, I missed you! What's going on? Why are you here?!"

Laughing he spun you around.

"Whoa. Slow down. I missed you too idiot. I missed my sparring partner and was just checking to make sure that you were keeping up with your training!"

He batted his eyes innocently as he set you on your feet.

"After all, my mom would kill me if I left her beloved unofficial daughter unable to defend herself in the big city! What if you got mugged?!"

Unable to suppress your smile you pinched his cheek.

"You just did that because you wanted to scare me. Jerk."

"Aw, you know you love me."

"Ahem."

You both turned to find your unimpressed boyfriend staring at the two of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

Striding over to you, Megumi wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, giving the other guy an once over.

"I'm Fushiguro Megumi. Her boyfriend. Who are you?"

Takeshi gave you a fake wounded look.

"What? But I'M her boyfriend!"

Blinking at him, Megumi frowned.

"What?"

Stepping out of Megumi's grasp, you walked over to Takeshi and cuffed him over the head.

"STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M DATING THAT YOU ARE MY BOYFRIEND!!"

"BUT I AM!!"

"YOU ARE LITERALLY GAY!"

"AND!?"

"AND YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OF YOUR OWN!!"

Poor Megumi just stood there in shock. After the two of you worked it out with a quick wrestling match (you won) and stopped screaming at each other. You and this "Takeshi" explained that you were childhood best friends, and that Takeshi was just a jerk who liked to mess with your love life.

Needless to say, Megumi spent the rest of the day pouting, and needed lots of reassurance cuddles that he was way better than Takeshi, and you would never leave him for him.

"You would never leave me for him, right?"

"Of, course baby. He's just a friend. I love you so much more than him."

"But you love him a little bit?!"

"GUMI. HE IS LITERALLY GAY AND HAS A BOYFRIEND."

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Should've (Gojo x Reader)

Your heart stops.

CW: Injury, mentions of death, angst, probably not medically accurate, reader has female pronouns

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It had been days. Three days exactly. Three days since you took that life threatening blow. Three days since you had opened your eyes.

Gojo sat beside your bed, watching you sleep.

"Sweetheart?"

No response.

"Please, if you can hear me, just move your hand. Just a little bit."

Still no response.

"Shoko says you can hear me, so stop pretending you can't."

You still didn't move.

"Come on. This isn't funny anymore. Let's just go home and cuddle. Please-"

His voice cracks and he swallows a sob.

"I love you so much. Please come back to me. I can't- I can't lose you too."

"You should get some rest."

Shoko leaned against the door, looking pointedly at Gojo.

"Sitting there isn't going to make her wake up faster. Plus, she would hate it if she could see how stupid you were acting. You've barely eaten, and I know you haven't slept this entire time. Go home and take a shower. Eat something. I promise I'll keep an eye on her until you get back."

"What if she wakes up and I'm not here?"

"Then I'll text you immediately and you can teleport over."

"Fine."

Begrudgingly he stood and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll be right back."

Making his way to the door, he shot Shoko one last look before teleporting away.

"Please let me know if anything happens."

"Of course."

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Gojo was just finishing drying off his hair when his phone rang. Lunging for it, he picked it up eagerly.

"Shoko! Is she awake? Can I come see her? How-"

"Satoru."

It was Nanami, and the way he said his first name instantly made Gojo's stomach drop.

"Shoko told me to call you...I think you should come right away. Just...try to stay in control. Everything is going to be okay-"

Gojo had already teleported into your hospital room.

A loud beeping was the first thing he noticed.

The second was Shoko, kneeling on the bed next to you as she continuously pumped your exposed chest with her interlocked hands.

Was she performing...CPR? But that was only necessary if-

His world collapsed around him. Right there, on your heart monitor, was one long, flat, line.

He stood there numb, even as someone pushed past him and handed Shoko the defibrillator. He watched silently as Shoko placed the paddles on your chest.

Tears streamed down his face as Shoko checked for a pulse, then continued CPR as she waited for the defibrillator to recharge.

He didn't even fight as Nanami gently led him from the room, murmuring that he didn't need to see that. That everything was going to be okay. That you were a fighter.

Slumping against the wall, Gojo slid to a sitting position.

What if you didn't make it? How was he supposed to survive without you? Why is he the strongest, if he can't even protect you, the one thing he can't live without?

He should have told you he loved you more. He should have pampered you more, let you have the last piece of mochi instead of stuffing it in his face before you could get to it. He should have held you tighter, never let you out of his grasp. He should've been there, to protect you. He should've kept all his promises. He should've-

"Satoru?"

It was Shoko, frazzled and exhausted, but relieved.

"She's stable."

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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Hii could we have a part 2 of Should've of when the reader finally wakes up from her coma 👉🏽👈🏽

Yep! Hope you enjoy it!

Should've (Gojo x Reader) Part II

You wake up after your heart stops

CW: swearing, mentions of death, angst to fluff, kissing

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When you slowly open your eyes, you are thirsty. Moving to sit up, you find that you can't because something is on your chest. Looking down, you find a plethora of wires connecting you to various machines, but that wasn't what was stopping you from moving.

No. You couldn't move because your boyfriend of three years was sleeping with his head on your chest. When you move to brush his disheveled hair back from his face - did he let it air dry? It normally isn't this curly - he shot up.

"Sweetheart?"

"Hi. Are you - umph"

You were cut off by him burying his face in your hair as he pressed your face into his chest.

Starting to open your mouth, you pause as you notice he's trembling, his whole body shaking as he quietly sobs into your hair.

After sitting like this for a couple minutes, your worry builds up until you tentatively nudge him back a bit, so you can look at his face. He looks terrible, with puffy red eyes and eye bags so deep they look like makeup.

"Hey, hey, baby, what's going on, what happened? Last I remember I was on my mission-"

You stop as your memories begin to return.

"Wait, I was badly injured, right? Is that what's going on? You were worried?"

He nods, tears filling his eyes again as he looks down at you lying in the hospital bed.

"Well, you don't have to worry. I'm okay now. I didn't die-"

"You did."

"Huh?"

He spoke so quietly that you couldn't hear him.

"Could you say that again for me 'Toru?"

"You died."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your heart stopped. Shoko had to resuscitate you. I thought-"

He breaks down sobbing, unable to control himself. Scooching over, you gently tug on his arm until he lays down on the bed next to you. Wrapping your arms around him, you run your hands up and down his back as he sobs into your chest.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's okay."

You soothed, trying to calm him down. You were scared; you had never seen him like this before. Normally he kept his emotions locked deep inside of him. He never broke down, and if he did, certainly not to this extent.

"It's-It's not."

He choked past his tears.

"You were gone. Your heart wasn't beating. You were dead. And I couldn't- I couldn't help. I wasn't there to protect you like I promised. I failed you. You could have slipped away from me, and I wouldn't have been able to stop it. All I could think about was how I should've told you I loved you more, been a better boyfriend."

He rambled on as you held him tighter, knowing he needed to get this out of his system.

"I should've kept my promises. Should've protected you. Should've been there to take that hit for you. Should've made you my wife like I promised myself after our first date. Should've held you tighter while I could-"

"Satoru."

You breathed out cutting him off.

"Even if I had died,"

A low pained whine escaped him, as if the very words physically hurt him.

Taking a deep breath you continued as he squirmed up in your grasp and buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling you in.

"Even if I had, which I didn't, I would have died knowing that you love me with everything in you. For fucks sake babe, you only tell me about a million times a day."

You chuckled, and you felt him huff against your neck.

"Hey, look up at me real quick."

Planting a kiss on your skin, he tilted his head up so he could meet your eyes.

"I need you to listen to me. This is important."

He nods.

"Gojo Satoru. I did not die. I am right here with you. That's where I am going to be for as long as you want me to. Because you love me with everything in you, and I know that. And I love you with every part of my heart. Everything in me belongs to you. You got that?"

"Yes."

He breathes, looking up at you, an unidentifiable emotion glittering in his swollen eyes.

"As for everything else, I'm still alive, so you can do all of those things. You can hold me as tight as you want. You can protect me, you can make me your wife, you can do anything you want., with one exception."

Your gaze hardened.

"You are not allowed to take a hit for me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So how about we make a deal: I don't take hits for you, and you won't take hits for me. Deal?"

He opened his mouth to protest.

"I said, deal."

"Deal."

He grumbled, burying his head back into the crook of your neck.

After a few minutes, he slid up so you were eye to eye and cupped your cheek in one big hand.

"Did you mean what you said?"

"About what?"

"That I could make you my wife?"

You nod, smiling softly at him.

"I did."

"Then, would you make me the happiest person ever, and let me marry you once you're free to leave this bed?"

"Yes."

You breathed, giving him a kiss."

"One million times yes."

Note: That got a lot cheesier than I expected, sorry about that lmao. Also, my requests box is open for anyone who is interested!

summary ↝ he never wanted to let you go. pairing ↝ ex-husband! gojo satoru x jujutsu sorcerer! f! reader word count: 1.3k tw ↝ divorced couple; crying, pet names, oral sex (fem receiving), slightly possessive! gojo, sort-of angst, allusions to praise kink, implied overstimulation author's note ↝ i didn't mean to make this so long but something about divorced satoru makes my heart ache and i needed to explore the idea that he would do anything to get his ex-wife back; might lowkey turn this into a short series idk; also this is unedited af, kinda went on a tangent before the shibuya arc release 😅

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who was love-struck the moment he laid on you in the hallways of Jujutsu Tech. It took him six months to finally work up the nerves to ask you out on a proper date, his cheeks reddened and knuckles tight as he held out a bouquet of your favorite flowers for you to take. He almost cried when you agreed, the sight of your dazzling smile was enough to make his knees go weak.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who showered you with love and gifts whenever you were together. He wasn't afraid to announce his love for you to the world, wanting to show you off photos of you to anyone he came across. Shoko yelled at him to knock it off when he pulled her away from her work just to ramble about how cute you looked in your sorcerer uniform that morning.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who didn't hesitate to buy you an engagement ring after four months of being officially together. He already knew from the moment he had met you that you were going to be his wife. He proposed a few months later after the purchase, going all out with a secluded beach proposal in Chigasaki. He almost cried again when you said 'yes', he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who kept a blank face when your best friend served him the divorce papers for you after two years of marriage. It felt like he had been stabbed with a knife, his heart tearing into two while he read over the written reasons for the divorce request.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who knew that he prioritized work a lot more since you had gotten married, being gone for weeks at time on missions and rarely interacting with you when he was home. He knew he should have tried harder to show you how much he loved you, show you that everything he did was to protect you.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who signed the divorces paper with a stoic face. He knew that this is what you wanted, you'd be better off without him anyway.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who always made sure to be available whenever you needed him. You found it ironic that he was now putting in effort to mend your relationship after the divorce.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who regularly checked up on you, his excuse was that he just wanted to be friends. But what friend brings you lunch every day knowing that you forgot to do so that morning? That offers to help you build any furniture or take a look at the maintenance of your car because you always forgot to inspect regularly. That sends a food delivery of your favorite soup and snacks when you called out of work with a fever, showing up hours later with flowers and groceries to cook you dinner.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who went livid when he overheard you talking to Shoko about your recent date. He didn't mean to spy, but something about the image of you spending romantic time with another person made his blood boil.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who wasn't surprised when you called him in tears to pick you up. Your date never showed up to the restaurant, leaving you stranded without a single text. You had waited an hour and a half for your date to show up, downing your anxiety with several glasses of red wine. You were still coherent when you called Satoru, but well above the legal limit to drive your car back home. Ironically, Satoru lived just a few blocks away from where your date was supposed to happen.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who didn't hesitate to come to your rescue within minutes of your phone call ending. He reassured you that he didn't mind you staying at his apartment, he'd drop you back off to your car tomorrow morning. You needed your rest, pretty girls like you shouldn't stress over pathetic men like that.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who was eager to shower you with affection when you got back to his place, helping you with gentle hands with removing your heels and wiping away remnants of your make-up with a wet cloth. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sat on the edge of the toilet, his blue eyes coaxing out any feelings you still held for him all these months later.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who scooped you up into his arms when you whispered "I miss you", the sound of your weak voice making his cock throb. He kissed away any lingering tears, bringing you to the bedroom that you once shared. His voice was intoxicating, his words of praise and worship tugging at your heart as his skilled fingers pushed up the fabric of your dress.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who looked up at you in search of permission, his lanky fingers hooked onto the elastic band of your underwear. He pulled your panties down slowly when you finally nodded your head, his senses overwhelmed with the familiar scent and sight of your cunt. He pressed gentle kisses to your inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive flesh as his index and middle finger pulled your slicked folds apart.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who whispered sweet praises as he slipped his fingers into you, hooking them in search of that sensitive sweet spot that always made you scream his name. His eyes darkened, locked on the sight of how well you still took his fingers. The sounds of your moans made his head go light, your euphoric cries tugging at both his heart and his cock.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who buried his face between your legs, the flat of his tongue pressed to your clit and lapping away like a starved man. Satoru had always been sloppy when eating you out, the juices of your arousal staining his cheeks and chin before dripping down to form a puddle on the mattress.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO whose words were muffled against the wet of your heat, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. ("That's it, baby, I'm right here.") He was relentless, his fingers drilling into you while his tongue swirled figure-eights around your clit, your head spinning from the intensity. ("Keep saying my name like that, princess, you know I'll always be here to take care of you.")

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who was greedy with you. Who knew when he'd be able to have you like this again, your pretty legs draped over his shoulders and cunt squeezing hard around his fingers. The wet squelching of your sweet sweet cunt was like music to his ears, "Look at how wet you still get for me, princess... Leaving a mess for me to clean up later, eh?"

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who didn't stop when you came around his fingers, your release staining his tongue. He moaned at the taste, eyes rolling back with pleasure from how exquisite you were. He continued to plunge his fingers into you, the sweet sound of your moans urging him to continue. He needed you to cum again, and again, and again, until the hungry little beast within him was satisfied.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who held you close to his chest as you slept peacefully in his arms for the first time in such a painfully long time. He whispered sweet-nothings into your ear while you slept, his heart begging for you to forgive him for how badly he had messed up.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who wanted to apologize first thing in the morning when you finally awoke. He had woken up early to make your favorite breakfast, setting the warm plate down on the nightstand next to you. He was looking at you with so much love, his blue eyes sparkling with tenderness and endearment.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who took your hand in his, pressing soft kisses to the tops of your knuckles but never looking away from you. Satoru apologized for how your relationship ended up, pleading for your forgiveness and proclaiming how much he still loved you and wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.

EX-HUSBAND! GOJO who wept happy tears when you agreed to go out on a date with him again.

Lactation kink with Gojo? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~🕊

18+ mdni, mentions of pregnancy, breastfeeding, & having a kid with gojo satoru.

god, just imagine…

your breasts were so fucking sore from being pregnant– the constant ache of them barely letting you go about your day and gojo was no help to you.

ever since you had his kid, the milk that leaked from you intrigued him– his cock sprouting up every time he caught a glimpse of your shirt wet from breastfeeding.

“–toru, honey not again.” you’d moan out as he gripped onto your nursing bra, hands working quickly to unclasp it for you.

then he had you on your back within seconds, propped up with a million pillows so you would be comfy because well… you’d be here for a while. unless the baby cried of course.

“can’t help it… need ‘t taste you.” he’d groan as soon as your breasts bounced in front of his face, his tongue lapping up towards one of your swollen nipples.

his eyes would flutter shut as he sucked, drenching it with saliva as your milk spilled out in his mouth. it was sweet– succulent and he just couldn’t get enough; every since you accidently squirted him while riding him a few weeks prior. 

it had been a total accident– you just squeezed them subconsciously ‘cause he felt so good inside you, your tummy poking out slightly and you were getting there; you were so closeee and you vaguely felt your nipple leak a fountain as you fondled them in your palms. 

then you saw the expression of your husband, his bright eyes blinking back shock– and mostly the milk that you sprayed him with. one swipe of his fingers against his cheek and into his mouth; he was addicted and had latched onto you ever since. 

sometimes it felt like you had two kids– when gojo would straight up sulking the corner as you fed his kid and not him.

and when you had just enough for him, his teeth would graze your sensitive nipples as he pouted up at you– just to a lil spiteful. he was selfish of course, once he got a taste…

he didn’t wanna share. 

a/n: this made me salivate as soon as you dropped it into my asks 🕊️. how about i write a million more of these yeah? also like my first thought was like 'gojo lactating?' (took me a few minutes, as i was consuming satosugu content moments prior to the ask 😂😂)

“𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘”

ღ. skater! gojo satoru x reader

╰➤ CW — f! reader, size kink ayeeee, breeding kink ig, praise, dacryphilia, overstim, cervix fuckin’, pussydrunk gojo for the win, exhibition, oral (f. receiving).

╰➤ NOTE — look @bassslut I did it.

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who is so much taller than you and he loves to abuse the height difference to the fullest. From holding your phone above you to not leaning down when you want to kiss him. In his defense he loves to see you struggle.

He thinks it's cute how you get on your tip toes to reach him, hands balled on his shirt and a slight pout on your lips, “you're such a meanie, 'toru.” he always has a good laugh whenever you say that. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who loves to hold your hands. He's always got a big palm enclasping your smaller one. He compares hand sizes often, his blue eyes widening in awe at how big his hands are compared to yours. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who chuckles when you ask him to teach you how to skate. But the next day you find yourself in the park, grasping onto his hands in a frenzy while your legs wobble on his skateboard, “you can do it, baby, you're doing s'good for your first time. Just try to breathe and keep your balance and you'll be fine.” his words of encouragement gets you through it, finally managing to skate without holding onto him. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who is such a tease that he'd push you against the wall in an alley and get on his knees in front of you. his face buried in between your thighs with your leg thrown over his shoulder, “try n' keep quite, can you do that f'me?” his azure gaze catches on the deep seated excitement in your eyes, underneath all the concern.

What if someone finds you like this? You're away from any prying eyes but clearly not far enough because you can still hear geto talking to shoko in the distance, “you're so wet, i think you like the thrill.” he marvels, tongue pressing teasing licks at your fluttering cunt while your fingers tangled in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer,“what d'ya think suguru and shoko would say if they knew you're creaming on my tongue right now?”

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who now knows how much you are a sucker for praise so he's praising you in random moments, just to see you get all flustered. Even when he's balls deep inside you, his lips part to shower you in sweet praises, “atta girl,” and you're breathing hard, his hands holding yours as your mind goes dizzy, he's too big.

You're feeling so full and he's not even fully inside yet, “'toru, it won't fit,” your words makes him laugh, tone laced in stinging condescension, “don't worry, baby. We'll make it fit.” and he does, intertwining your fingers in his long ones and kissing your lips softly to distract you, he slams all the way in with a deep groan. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who gets lost in the feeling of how tight you are around him. Even though he's prepped you on his fingers, making you cum at least twice before finally sinking in, it's still a snug fit. You're struggling to take his cock while grabbing onto his hands frantically.

Yet he's got his eyes closed, thrusting inside you frantically, cock hitting deep with each stroke till you're screaming his name and tears spill from your eyes, “fuuuuck, 's too much ah, I can't I can't, please,” you're babbling mindlessly because the tip of his cock is nudging against your sweet spot with every thrust from him,

“what a good girl, taking me s'well. Look at you go, ah you're s'fucking tight”

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who has absolutely no self control and has to put you in a mating press every fucking time he fucks you. His big hands settle on your thighs while his head is reeling from how good your pussy feels clamping down on his thick cock every time he fucks into you. And he pushes your thighs up against your chest without a warning,

“god, you're so fucking beautiful like this,” azure eyes stare down at you with a lust hazed vision. He thrives for the little scrunch your nose does and how you whimper when his cock hits even deeper inside you, kissing the opening of your cervix, “hurts! It hurts—” 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who hushes all your complains by whispering sweet nothings in your ears, “shh, baby I know, I know. You'll be alright, it'll be fine. You're fine.” but you feel the air being knocked out of your lungs when he starts pounding into you.

Your breasts bounce as he fucks your cervix, relishing in the loud wet sounds that your poor little cunt made as it struggled to adjust to his size, “have I ever lied to you?” he asks before you can speak, your glassy gaze following the upward curve of his lips as he smirked when you believed him,“so trust me when I say you'll be fine, baby. I got ya.” 

And he lies. The very next moment, he's rutting into you like an animal, groaning and panting when you clench impossibly tight around him, your moans only making him go harder. 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who never pulls out, filling you up every damn time he fucks you. And he's always asking you stuff when he knows you can't form a coherent thought right after he's made you cum, “want me to fill you up, yeah?” he stares at your fucked out face impatiently, his cock twitching and throbbing against your walls,

“hmm yes please, need you to cum inside me, please.” and who's he to deny you when you beg so sweetly like that? So, he's fucking you through your orgasm, grunting and muttering curses under his breath when your pussy convulses around his pulsating cock, “fuck fuck, you're gonna take all I give you, all of it, not a single drop to waste.” 

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who fucks his cum back in your abused cunt and overstims both of you. Even with tears blurring his own vision and his limbs trembling from the overwhelming sensation, he continues to ram his sensitive cock in your tight hole, “keep it all in, do it for me.” 

#tags: @fvshguro @salune @touyasghosty @bxnten @festive

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Wedding Preparations

Characters: Gojo Satoru x fem reader

Word Count: 672 

Trigger Warnings: Marriage, scars, talks of loved one passing

Before I knew it, it was the summer of our third year going on our fourth or the summer of my wedding. 

You look absolutely stunning sweetie,” Gojo’s mom squeezed my arm in excitement. This was the 30th dress she had made me try on, “how does it feel?”

“Um good, it's a little tight no?”

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel,” she waved me off.

“Right,” I awkwardly nodded. 

“Now sweetie, I’ll admit I’ve been avoiding this for a while now but um, your scar,” I touched my scarred arm, “It would be more modest if you were to cover it up, I’m sure you understand with the type of audience that will be in attendance

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said a little emotionlessly

“I’m glad you understand”

“I really liked that one dress, the one that had a low neckline with lace sleeves. What about you? Or we could always try on some more?

No,” I quickly said, “I mean, I also really liked that one, let's go with it”

“Perfect, you have excellent taste,” she squealed. Gojo’s mom has been nothing but nice since the engagement was announced, but I was tired, sad, angry, and just wanted to go home to my bed. 

“Today was such a productive day, I’m glad we were able to come to agreement for everything,” 

“Me too,” I sighed as the workers helped me out of the dress. 

“Have tea with me before you take off for the day, will you?”

“Of course Ms. Gojo

Her personal driver brought us back to the Gojo estate where she and I ended up having tea in her garden. 

“You know I was 16 when I married Satoru’s father,” she smiled at me 

“That’s really young,”

“It is. Everything was really confusing and chaotic and difficult for me. My mom taught me how to be a dutiful wife and a beautiful bride all while preparing for the wedding. I apologize I’m beating around the bush, what I’m trying to say is that it must be a bit saddening and scary and lonely to not have your mom here with you for such a big moment. And I wanted to say I’m here for any questions or any emotions you may be feeling,” my eyes were watering in realization. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Gojo, I really appreciate it, you have no idea. Thank you. 

The drive back to school was relaxing enough to be out of heels. She had been right, I do miss my mom. I do wish she was here. I do wish she would be there on my wedding day. I do wish she was there when I tried on wedding dresses. I just wish my mom was here. I took a deep breath as I realized we were approaching jujustu tech. Satoru was at the entrance waiting for me. He opened my door and welcomed me with a smile, “Sooooo how’d it go?”

Holding my heels in my left hand I climbed out of the car, “You have no idea how grateful I am to breathe and walk without a stabbing pain.” Satoru cringed as I told him. He took my heels from my hand as we walked onto campus. 

He sighed,” I’m sorry, I know my mother can be a bit overbearing, but she means well.”

I giggled, “I know. She was really kind.”

“Really? You were able to pick the flower arrangements, the color of the tablecloths, even the color of the napkins without a fight?”

“You’re being dramatic. Your mother has good taste, there was no fighting”

“How? I could barely leave the house without her commenting on the way I looked and I always look amazing.

“Everything went well, our wedding will be in a week and everything will be perfect. Your mother made sure of it. 

At this point in our walk, we were outside my dorm. “Thank you, good sir, for accompanying me to my doorstep, but I really need a bath right now. See ya.” 

“See ya, sweetheart”

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Notes:

This is the first fanfic I've posted feedback is much welcome, please remember to be kind. Please let me know if I missed any trigger warnings. I hope you like it, there are more to come.

Date Night

Characters: Gojo Satoru x fem reader

Word Count: 612

Trigger Warnings: none?

“You want to wear make-up?” I asked a little surprised.

“Tsumiki, you’re 9 you don’t need to wear make-up. I didn’t start wearing any until I was in high school.”

She pouted and I sighed giving in. “Just to indulge you ok. You don’t do this to go to school or show off to your friends ok”

“Make-up is used to enhance your features, and there’s really not much more to enhance” 

"Smile, this is blush you put it on the apple of your cheeks to give you a soft look. And if you want to look like a strawberry, you can take this pencil and make some freckles. This is my favorite pink lip gloss, a soft look has to go with pink lip gloss. This one you can keep."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, now look."

“Thank you, what made you change your mind? 

"Looking at you reminds me of my own childhood because when I was younger around your age I also had big eyes like you with big dreams of a prince."

"What changed?"

"I married my prince.” I smiled sweetly at her, “But you stay just as you are for as long as you want. Don’t ever cover up who you are. You deserve to be loved by someone who will love you unconditionally exactly the way you are. Don’t ever change the way you are for someone else, you understand me, sweetheart?

"Mhm," she said as I heard the doorbell ring

“That must be Nanami. Ah it’s getting late for you guys. We will be back home tomorrow afternoon. Bother Nanami all you want but if you need anything from us we are only a phone call away. Everything is set up for Nanami in the guest bedroom and he knows your routine so don’t try to stay up late,” I looked at her contemplatively. 

“Come with me,” I led her to the bathroom and opened the drawer to my make-up wipes, “here are the make-up wipes whenever you are done playing dress up ok?

“Ok,” she nodded with a big smile.

“Make sure you wash your face well, we don’t ever, ever, go to sleep with make-up on. Understood?”

“Yes”

“Ask Nanami for help if you really need it okay?”

“Yes, I understand. Aren’t you late already for your date?”

I sighed, “Yes Satoru and I must get going.” I led her to the living room where the boys were chatting away. 

“Is my pretty lady finally ready?” I smiled at him when Tsumiki tugged at his pants to bring his attention to her. “Omg, my cute little pumpkin, when did this happen?” 

"Just now, we were getting ready together."

"Is that so, you look absolutely precious pumpkin. You are too cute for your own good,” he continued to smother her, and I finally turned to Nanami.

“I’m sorry Nanami, how are you?” I asked as I turned my body to give him a quick hug. 

“I’m well.”

“Thank you again, you have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this for us. If you need anything from us, give me a call.” I went on.

“Nothing will happen. They’re in good hands, I promise.”

“I know,” I replied

“Ok, now we really have to get going,” Satoru had put Tsumiki down to join me at my side wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me into him. 

“You already put my bag in the car?”

“Yes sweets,” he said trying to push me to the door before I detached myself from him and gave Megumi and Tsumiki quick kisses. 

“Thank you again. Be safe, please behave,” I reminded as Satoru finally ushered me out the door. 

Getting in Trouble

Characters: Gojo x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 963

Trigger Warnings: bruising, cuts

“What are you doing here?” I said a bit shocked to see Satoru there.

“I’m here as Megumi’s dad, obviously” He smirked. 

“You’re not my dad” Megumi swiftly replied. 

“Shut up kid”

“Don’t talk to him like that,” I took a deep breath, “I meant, I thought you would be on a mission this whole week?”

“You underestimate my abilities, sweetheart?” he replied cheekily. 

“It’s only been three days, you mustn’t make haste with these sorts of things, you could hurt yourself”

“Why are you talking like that” he made a face

“Sorry, I came from your mother's” I explained as I sat down next to Megumi ready to inspect him for any damage.

“Ah, how was it? More baby talk?” he rolled his eyes as he began texting on his phone. 

“We’ll talk about that later” I glared at him. I turned to look at Megumi.

“Does anything hurt?” I asked. He looked down, but silently exposed his cut and bruising knuckles. 

“They haven’t given you anything for this?” I asked a bit angrily, and he silently shook his head, still avoiding looking at me. 

I sighed, “Gojo go ask for an ice pack”

He slumped back in his chair lazily, “Ugh, do I have to? It doesn’t even hurt that much right Megumi?,” he whined. 

“Now” I said more sternly. He let out a dramatic sigh but got up nonetheless. I looked through my bag and pulled out an alcohol wipe to clean his hand. 

He hissed at the touch trying to pull away, “None of that young man, I’m very upset with you” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized gently, still refusing to meet my gaze. 

I sighed deeply, gently wiping his hand with the wipe, “we don’t solve issues with violence Megumi”

“You hit Gojo”

“That's different, he’s my husband. If you decide to get a husband you can hit him too” I said sternly, “Look at me” 

He very slowly lifts his head and I see his bruised eye. I take a deep breath and Satoru returns with the ice packs and sits beside Megumi. He gives him an ice pack for his hand and helps him put the ice pack on his face. Before I can speak, the principal comes in.

“Afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Gojo,”

“Afternoon, I apologize we are meeting each other under these circumstances”

“Yes, I as well. While Megumi is an excellent student, he struggles to get along with his classmates. While he has never exhibited violent behavior before at our school, I dug a little deeper and noticed this seemed to be a trend at his previous schools. And due to this, we have decided to suspend him for a week”

“You’re not even going to investigate what or how it happened,” I said a bit angrily.  

“Due to his history, we can’t guarantee this won’t happen again, and we can’t have this become the usual. He must know serious punishment comes from our end”

“Megumi, did you hit him first?” Gojo spoke up. He slowly shook his head.

“Had anyone even asked him? If he says he didn’t do it, he didn’t do it. He simply defended himself from a bully. One thing my boy is not is a lair. Don’t you dare insinuate otherwise.”

“I apologize ma’am but I have already-”

“I don’t care. Do you have any idea how much money my husband and I donate to this district? I’m sure the superintendent wouldn’t be happy to know how unjustly their biggest donators were treated”

“I apologize, ma’am. We will launch an investigation immediately, I had no idea. You have my deepest apologies”

“I don’t need your apologies. Apologize to Megumi.”

She looked shocked and ashamed but bowed nonetheless. “My apologies Fushiguro, I hope you are alright, and we can put this behind us.”

“Thank you, I want to go home now”

“Of course Megumi,” “We’ll be taking our leave then, Satoru” I called for him

“Yes my dear” he said a bit cheekily. 

“Please make sure our monthly donation is withheld until the investigation is completed.”

“Of course my dear” he replied obediently. 

“You have a nice rest of your day ma’am and I hope to hear good news the next time I hear from you”

“Of course ma’am”

“Let's go boys” I let Megumi lead us out and Satoru followed behind me with his hand on the small of my back. 

He leaned in to whisper, “That was so hot sweetheart, I love you” and he gave me a quick peck on my cheek. Still, after so many years together, he knows exactly how to make me blush.

“Stop it,” I said, a bit flustered, and a weak smack to his chest. He just chuckled as we made our way to the parking lot to my SUV.

“How did you get here so quickly?” I asked

“How do you think” he raised an eyebrow as he opened Megumi’s door. 

“You shouldn’t be traveling such long distances like that”

“I love it when you worry, but I’m fine. Honestly, it’s an insult how little faith you have in my abilities,” he said as he moved to open my door.

I sighed but accepted his gesture. We drove in silence for a while before I asked, “Did that boy actually hit you first?”

“Yes, I didn’t lie” 

“And you let him?” I asked a bit suspiciously. He’s been training with Gojo more often and from what I had heard he was improving rapidly for someone his age. 

“Gojo told me to let the punch come first from someone else before I got myself in trouble again.”

I looked at Satoru with a glare, and he smiled at me sheepishly. 

I took a deep breath before I spoke, “Good”