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Genre: NSFW 18+, FWB, sort of college AU, basically smut with plot including a disgusting amount of fluff.

Notes: A continuation of this piece I wrote but one could be read without the other. Also I didn’t have time to thoroughly edit, sorry.

Warning: 18+, smut including explicit language, dirty talk, oral sex (f!receiving), praise. Smoking marijuana and slight mentions of self sabotaging behaviour/depression (if you squint). Readers discretion is advised.

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Satoru frowned, trying hard to ignore the disturbance and continue sleeping, but it was no use. He grudgingly lifted his head off the pillow and turned to look at the door with squinted and sleepy eyes, expecting to see a crying Megumi standing there, sniffling about how he had a bad dream. But instead, his eyes landed on the frame laying across from him, reminding him that somehow he’d managed to get you to stay the night.

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symptoms and causes | ch. 01

ღ pairing professor gojo x med student reader

ღ summary he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

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ღ warnings [18+] this story contains substance abuse/addiction, (rough) smut, mature themes, self-destructive behavior, (heavy) angst, mentions of death / illness / blood / abuse, graphic medical procedures. reader discretion is advised.

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"Who's that?"

Every gaze in the room turned towards you.

"She's my student—," Dr. Geto responded, a trace of amusement twisting his lip. He didn't have to follow Dr. Gojo's stare to know its target. "—a first-year medical student."

A murmur rippled through the group of students, their eyes stinging like needles in your neck. You were acutely aware of your position—the youngest, the least experienced, an outsider among those who had studied for years.

"What?" Gojo's voice sliced through the air. He turned his scrutinizing gaze towards Geto. "You brought a fucking first-year into my operating room?"

Ouch.

Geto chuckled. "Relax, Satoru. She's good."

Gojo's expression tightened. He turned back to you, those unnervingly bright blue eyes raking over you from behind his surgical glasses. It made your skin crawl. "You, first-year. Bypass, endovascular, or direct microsurgical approach?"

The air in the operating room was thick.

Dr. Geto and Dr. Gojo had been circling the issue for at least half an hour, dissecting strategies as if the patient weren't laid skull open before them, the aneurysm a ticking time bomb in the patient's brain.

None of the students dared to move, too terrified to even breathe. It was a test. But hesitation wasn't in your vocabulary.

"You should do a hybrid approach. Start with endovascular coiling to reduce the risk of rupture. Parallel prep for a bypass, using intraoperative Doppler for flow assessment. Stabilize, then microsurgical clipping. Definitive closure."

Silence filled the room. Somehow the eyes of the other students stinging even more now. Your boldness given such a complex situation was either brilliance or audacity—perhaps both.

Geto's laughter broke the tension. "I might've forgotten to mention—she's my best student."

Gojo's gaze lingered on you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "That's some complex shit you suggest. The endovascular coiling has to be precise to reduce the risk of aneurysm rupture, and then we switch to microsurgery in an already compromised field."

"Complex, yes, but you have no other choice. The endovascular phase provides stabilization, making the surgical field less treacherous for clipping," you countered.

"And the risk of thrombosis?" Gojo pressed.

"Could happen."

"Could happen?" Gojo repeated. "That's your statement on that?"

"It's either the hybrid approach, or the patient is dead anyway," you said, maintaining his unyielding gaze.

"Is this woman serious?" Gojo murmured, almost inaudibly. His gaze shifted to Geto, seeking perhaps a silent judgment or agreement. Geto, following the exchange with an unreadable smile, seemed more amused than concerned.

"So?" Geto prompted.

Gojo's gaze snapped back to you, his eyes raking over you as if searching for a flaw in your logic. His silence stretched taut between you, a wordless evaluation. Finally, the verdict, "Let's proceed with the hybrid approach."

You exhaled sharply, only then realizing you'd been holding your breath.

A flurry of activity erupted as the nurses prepared for the surgery you'd proposed. You watched closely as the surgeons moved with practiced precision around the patient's exposed brain tissue—both undoubtedly the best neurosurgeons in the country.

"Your name," Dr. Gojo demanded, his focus still on the task at hand. "What is it?"

You gave your name in response.

He repeated your name, as if testing how the name felt. "Do you always approach problems with such boldness?"

"If the situation demands it."

Something in his masked face shifted, a subtle expression that might have been a smile. Whatever it was, it seemed out of place.

"Interesting."

─── ·✧· ───

The corridors of Tokyo Medical University were bustling with life, echoing the footsteps and chatter of students. Lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces, you stood somewhat disoriented in front of the map of the University. Finding your way to your anatomy class felt like an impossible task, especially with less than four minutes on the clock.

It was your first day.

And already the middle of the semester.

Definitely not a good start to come late.

The university you used to attend was half this size, and somehow you already missed it. But who would turn down the opportunity to study at the country's most prestigious medical university? Especially with the chance to learn from the most renowned neurosurgeons teaching there?

So here you were.

Two minutes left.

All of a sudden, someone ran into you, causing you to fall to the ground.

"Whoa, sorry! I'm so sorry!" You looked up to see a guy with tousled black hair and noticeable dark circles under his eyes. He quickly extended a hand to help you up. "Are you okay?"

Brushing off your clothes, you nodded and accepted his hand, feeling a surprising strength as he easily pulled you back to your feet.

"You new here?" he asked, studying your face. "You seem a bit lost."

The subtle irony in his comment almost coaxed a smile out of you, especially considering his own worn-out look. "Yeah, it's my first day, and I'm already running late. I'm trying to find Dr. Ieiri's anatomy class."

"No way, that's my class too! Come on, I'll show you, but we need to make it quick," he responded, already moving ahead with a sense of urgency. You hastened to keep pace with his swift strides.

"I'm Yuta Okkotsu, by the way," he introduced himself as you weaved through the bustling corridors. "So, what's the story behind your mid-semester transfer?"

"I was at a different medical school, but then got this offer to transfer here."

Yuta's eyes widened slightly. "An offer to transfer? That's pretty impressive. You must be quite talented."

"I'm not so sure about that, I think I just got lucky."

Yuta led the way through the bustling corridors, his familiarity with the campus evident in every confident turn he took. Finally, you arrived at the large doors of the auditorium where Dr. Ieiri's anatomy class was supposed to be held. Pushing the doors open, you both slipped inside, but there was no sign of the professor yet.

"Made it," Yuta gasped, a grin spreading across his face despite the shortness of breath. "With, uh, time to spare!" He glanced at his watch. "Okay, maybe not."

Yuta, still catching his breath, gestured towards a group sitting near the back. "Come on, you can sit with us. My friends are cool, I promise."

As you followed, you noticed a girl with striking green hair. She was leafing through a thick textbook with an expression that suggested she found the content less than challenging. "That's Maki," Yuta whispered to you. "Don't let her scare you—she's actually really nice."

Maki looked up as you approached. "New student?"

"Transfer student actually," Yuta corrected. "Is Inumaki also running late?"

Before Maki could respond, the doors swung open. But instead of Dr. Ieiri, Dr. Satoru Gojo stepped in, his presence as commanding as when you first saw him.

No way.

The room fell into an instant hush. Dr. Gojo sauntered to the front of the auditorium, his silver hair gleaming in the gentle sun.

"Good morning, class," he began, his voice effortlessly filling the hall. "Dr. Ieiri is unavailable today, so I'll be taking you through the nervous system."

He scribbled his name on the board, one hand nonchalantly tucked into his trouser pocket. Turning back to face the class, he rolled up his sleeves, his captivating blue eyes even more striking without the barrier of surgical glasses.

As his gaze swept across the students, it abruptly landed on you. For a split second, his confident demeanor wavered, replaced by a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

"The first-year?"

Following his gaze, all heads turned towards you—dozens of stabbing eyes.

Fantastic, center stage yet again.

You locked eyes with Gojo for a heartbeat, maybe a minute, maybe a year. Heat spread all over your skin. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something, but then he cleared his throat and regained his professional poise.

"As I was saying," he turned his attention back to the class, "—since Dr. Ieiri isn't here, we'll dive deeper into the nervous system. So listen well."

His eyes met yours one more time before he launched into the lecture.

─── ·✧· ───

As the lecture came to an end, the students began to gather their belongings. You also began to pack up your notes, still processing the intense lecture Dr. Gojo had just given. It was clear—he was not a professor who took it easy on his students.

"Should we grab a bite? We've got a few minutes before the next class," Yuta suggested, glancing at both you and Maki as you made your way towards the exit. But just as you were about to step out, Dr. Gojo's voice halted you in your tracks.

"Not you, first-year."

The remaining students cast curious glances your way as they continued to file out of the auditorium. Yuta paused, his gaze shifting between you and Dr. Gojo.

"I'll catch up later," you said to him. He nodded before disappearing with the last of the students.

Turning back, you found Dr. Gojo leaning nonchalantly against his desk with his arms crossed. His intense gaze was focused on you. The room quickly emptied, leaving only the two of you.

"I'm curious, what brings a first-year into an operating room?" he finally broke the silence.

"Dr. Geto invited me to observe."

"Dr. Geto?" he echoed, pushing himself off from the desk and taking a few steps closer. "How did you come to know him?"

"He invited me to transfer here," you explained. "He's overseeing a research project that I'm a part of."

"You what? You mean you're working with him on the neuroprosthetics?"

"Yes," you simply said.

He paused for a moment, then let out a chuff before taking a few deliberate steps closer. "Tell me, what did it take for you to get into this university? To become part of Suguru's team as a mere first-year student?"

Your brows furrowed slightly. "Are you insinuating something, Dr. Gojo?"

His lips curled into a half-smile, his approach halting just a breath away from you. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of suggesting anything untoward, like a student getting ahead by... unconventional means. That'd be highly inappropriate, wouldn't it?"

The air around you seemed to thicken as he loomed closer, his tall frame nearly casting a shadow over you against the backdrop of the window.

"I didn't know you were even Suguru's type," he continued.

Was he for real?

He knew nothing. 

Nothing about the countless hours you'd poured into your studies. Nothing about the sleepless nights spent devouring research papers. Nothing about the relentless drive that had earned you recognition in the scientific community despite your young age. And here he was, accusing you of fucking your way up the ladder.

"Why? Are you jealous?" The words slipped out before you could think.

Gojo's eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. "I can see why Suguru took an interest."

The intensity of his gaze was unnerving, yet you found yourself unable to look away. It was as if he was trying to read your very thoughts, peeling back layers with nothing but his piercing blue eyes.

For a moment, his gaze drifted downward, lingering on your lips. Your pulse quickened, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Too bad, I'm on the neuroprosthetics team too," he remarked. "We'll be seeing quite a bit of each other, it seems."

Suddenly, he stepped back, breaking the intensity of the moment. "Make sure you live up to the expectations, first-year. I won't go easy on you just because you're a rookie."

With those final words, he turned away, leaving you standing in the midst of the empty auditorium, your mind racing.

Was he for real real?

─── ·✧· ───

"Ugh, I hate that guy!"

Geto looked up from his desk, a single eyebrow raised in response to your dramatic entrance into his office. "That guy?"

"I mean Dr. Gojo," you clarified, pacing the room. "I can't keep up with his arrogance."

He leaned back in his chair, regarding you with a calm, measured gaze. "He's not as bad as you think. You just need to get to know him better."

Know him better?

Yeah, that was the least you wanted to do.

"He just accused me of sleeping with you to get into this university!"

The words tumbled out of your mouth, more bluntly than you intended. Your relationship with Geto had always been somewhat informal, feeling more like a friendship. But this level of frankness was a step further than usual. But the anger and frustration boiling inside you made it impossible to hold back.

Geto couldn't suppress a laugh. "Sounds like something he would say," he mused, interlacing his fingers behind his head.

You stopped pacing the room and turned to face him. "Ha?"

"Listen," Geto began. "Gojo is a good man. He's always worked hard, so it might be a little irritating for him to see someone new get the recognition he's worked for years to get."

"But I've worked hard too," you countered.

"I know," Geto leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "That's why I invited you here, to be part of my research team. He'll see your potential sooner or later." A warm smile played on his lips.

"So I just have to wait for his approval?"

"It looks like it," Geto shrugged.

Great.

"Besides we need him on this project, so it's best if you two find a way to get along. You'll learn a lot working with Gojo," he added.

You sighed. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Gojo is not easily impressed. But I have a feeling that you made quite an impression on him with your boldness in the operating room the other day. Not many students would suggest such an approach as you did."

"Is that a compliment?"

"You can take it as one, yes," he replied with a chuckle. He then stood up and began packing his bag. "Oh, and also, we're starting work on the project tomorrow, right after your last class."

Fantastic.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes," he confirmed, nodding. "I think it's best we dive right in. Gojo will be there too, of course. It'll be a good opportunity for both of you to start fresh." His smile widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel he was somewhat enjoying the situation.

─── ·✧· ───

The air was filled with the sterile scent of preservatives.

Anatomy class was in full swing, the only sound being the quiet murmur of focused students. You stood at your desk next to Yuta, Maki, and Toge, each of you meticulously dissecting and examining organs under the microscope. But your mind was elsewhere, lost in a blur of thoughts about the research project starting later that day.

As you sliced an organ in half with a practiced hand, your gaze drifted unfocused, the image under the microscope blurring. A wave of nausea washed over you. Perhaps it was the onset of the flu, or perhaps it was a convenient excuse to avoid facing Gojo later.

"Hey, you okay?" Yuta's voice pulled you back to the present. You realized you had been staring blankly at the tissue sample for longer than necessary. 

"Yeah, just thinking about the project later."

Maki glanced over, her eyes sharp behind her safety glasses. "With Dr. Gojo, right? That's going to be—interesting."

You paused. "What do you mean?"

"Dr. Gojo, well, he's notorious for being an ass," Maki said, her focus still on her own dissection. "He's undeniably a genius, but he's also—brutal. He has a way of pushing students to their limits, often too far."

Fantastic. 

Just what you needed to hear.

Your stomach churned. "I had a feeling about that."

"His standards are high, and he's not exactly gentle in his criticism. If you don't meet his expectations, he'll let you know, and not kindly," she continued. "He's made more than a few students question their life choices."

"Yeah, I've heard similar stories. You either meet his expectations or you're pretty much done," Yuta added.

The thought of working with Dr. Gojo was getting more fun by the minute. 

Maybe you should call in sick.

Toge contributed his one-word insight, "God complex," which seemed to perfectly sum up the mood of the conversation about Dr. Gojo.

"But—," Maki interjected, finally looking up, "—he's still the best in his field. If you can handle the pressure, he's undoubtedly the one to learn from."

Yeah, but what was the price for that?

You let out a tired sigh. 

Returning to your task, you carefully aligned the organ under the microscope. Gojo was intimidating, no doubt, but you had worked your ass off to reach this point. You weren't going to back down just because he was a dick. After all, Geto was also working on the project, so how bad could it possibly be then?

You glanced up from the microscope to adjust its focus. However, you couldn't help but notice Yuta. He glanced at Maki over his microscope with this look—that certain look.

Interesting.

─── ·✧· ─── 

"Your idea is just ridiculous!"

"Oh really? Yours is just shit!"

You didn't know how it ended up like this. It was barely two minutes into the discussion about a critical aspect of the research project, and here you were, shouting at each other. The entire lab had gone silent, all eyes glued to the heated exchange. Geto, leaning against a counter, watched the scene unfold with an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Your approach could compromise the entire neural interface integration," you argued. "It's too aggressive and doesn't take into account the potential for neural tissue damage."

Gojo was standing so close, that you could see the flecks of color in his eyes, feel the heat radiating off him. And could probably spit in his face.

Maybe you should do that.

His approach was risky—dangerous even. How could he not see that? 

"It's necessary," Gojo countered. "—playing it safe doesn't always work."

Yeah, you know that. But not in this case, not with this patient. It was borderline reckless.

"There's a fine line between a breakthrough and recklessness," you shot back.

"You're so naive," he retorted, stepping even closer. "You don't understand when it's time to take some risks."

You stared at him. "Taking risks? No, you're just being insane!"

"You—" he started but Geto quickly intervened. 

"Alright, that's enough for now," he said, placing a hand on each of your shoulders, physically creating space between you and Gojo. "Let's take a break."

But Gojo's eyes never left yours, unbroken even as Geto gently shoved him backwards. You stood there, your breath ragged, your heart racing. Around you, the lab slowly came back to life as the others resumed their tasks, occasionally stealing glances in your direction.

"Could you get us some coffee?" Geto asked, pressing a few bills into your hand.

Yeah. Sure.

You nodded. The unexpected surge of adrenaline that had coursed through your veins didn't leave you needing caffeine, but hell, you took anything that would get you away from him. As you made your way out of the lab, you could still feel his gaze on you.

Taking your time, you wandered to the cafeteria. Okay, maybe you just didn't find the way. But you didn't really care. The university was already empty at this hour. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows that danced along the walls.

By the time you returned to the lab, the coffee had grown cold in your hands. Geto immediately perked up at your return, pushing himself away from his desk and walking over to you. "Ah, great," he said with a smile, taking a cup from your hands. "Thanks."

Your gaze shifted to Gojo, who hadn't moved an inch, his attention seemingly absorbed by the computer screen in front of him. Without a word, you placed his cup on his desk.

The rest of the evening was a blur of lab work, discussions, and planning.

You were focused on analyzing a blood sample to identify specific markers and genetic predispositions to determine if a patient was eligible for research. Normally an easy task, but your concentration began to waver.

Glancing at the clock, you noticed that it was well past midnight. The lab was quiet, most of the equipment was turned off, and the only light was the dim glow of a few workstations. Geto had left some time ago, urging you to do the same, but you stayed. It would take longer to continue your work tomorrow than to finish it now.

However, each test you ran seemed to produce inconclusive or erratic results. You rechecked the protocols, ran the tests again, but the results were still the same. Exhaustion was clouding your judgment, leading you to make mistakes you wouldn't normally make.

After yet another failed attempt, you let out a sigh and rubbed your tired eyes.

How was this so fucking hard all of a sudden?

"Let me help you," said a voice from behind you. It was Gojo. You thought he had already left, or maybe you were just so focused on your own task. You felt his presence close behind you as he leaned in to examine the blood sample results on the screen.

"See here," he said, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. He reached around you to steer the controls, his arms encircling you. Your skin heated. "The centrifugation speed and time must be precisely calibrated. It affects the separation of cellular components, which is critical for accurate marker identification."

You nodded slightly, even though you already knew that. Somehow, you were now a bit ashamed of your own sudden stupidity. As the sample was prepared and placed for analysis, his presence remained close, his body heat and the soft cadence of his breathing a constant distraction. The results started to display on the screen, this time showing the definitive patterns you had been seeking.

"No need to thank me," Gojo said, straightening up—giving you some much-needed air to breathe. "You should go home, it's late."

You glanced at the clock on the wall. Yeah, you should really go home.

As Gojo moved towards the door, he paused briefly, his hand resting on the handle. "Burning out won't do you, or the project, any good."

You watched him for a moment. Somehow, in the dim light, his features softened the usually sharp lines of his face. "Are you concerned?"

"Concerned that you mess this project up," he said with a grin on his lips.

You let out a tired sigh. "Of course."

─── ·✧· ─── 

Another day. Another fight.

The tension in the lab was palpable as you and Gojo stood across from each other. The issue had resurfaced. So had the friction between your methods. Your opposing views seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

"You're not considering the long-term implications of your approach," you insisted, your voice tinged with frustration. "We need to think about patient recovery, not just the immediate results."

"The primary goal is to ensure the success of the procedure. Your 'cautious' tactics might compromise the project's objectives," Gojo retorted.

You bristled at his words. "It's not about being cautious—it's about being thorough and responsible. We can't afford to overlook potential complications."

The debate intensified, each point you made met with a sharp rebuttal from Gojo. As the argument escalated, he took a step closer, his blue eyes locked on yours. "Your method will not work, first-year. Playing it safe will kill this patient."

His proximity was overwhelming, and for a moment, you lost your train of thought, caught up in the intensity of his gaze. "My method will keep him alive," you managed to say, trying to regain your composure.

Before he could respond, you glanced at the clock on the wall and realized with a start that you were late for your class. "I have to go," you said abruptly, the urgency of the situation breaking the tension.

"We're not done with this discussion," Gojo snapped.

"Yeah, whatever," you said as you hurried out of the lab and rushed to your class. 

Gojo let out a low hiss under his breath. As you left the lab, Geto approached him, his expression serious despite the hint of a smile on his lips. Some might say he looked scary.

"Satoru," Geto began. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Gojo turned, his posture stiffening. "About what?"

Geto crossed his arms, leaning back against a lab table. "Could you please stop pissing off my precious student?"

"Ha?" he said, raking a hand through his hair. "Are you seriously siding with her?"

"I am," Geto confirmed. "I wanted her on this project because she and I are on the same page."

"Of course you are."

"Satoru, I don't want to throw you off this project, so please try to find a middle ground with her. Give her a chance."

Gojo exhaled sharply, the lines on his face softening slightly. "Your approach is too cautious. It won't work."

Geto maintained his calm demeanor. "We'll see."

"Fine," Gojo finally conceded. "I'll try to—work with her. On one condition."

"And what's that?" Geto asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We do it my way if your approach doesn't work," Gojo said.

"Fair enough."

Gojo looked away, his gaze settling on the empty space where you had stood moments before. There was a brief pause, his mind racing.

"Suguru, what exactly do you see in her?" Gojo asked after a while.

"Hm?" Geto looked at Gojo thoughtfully. "She has potential, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, potential," Gojo echoed, his voice trailing off slightly.

Geto tilted his head.

─── ·✧· ───

The sun streamed through the windows of the anatomy classroom, casting a warm glow across the rows of desks. Despite the bright light, your eyelids felt heavy, the endless fights with Gojo replaying in your mind and robbing you of much-needed energy.

You sat beside Yuta, Maki, and Toge, struggling to focus on the lecturer's words. 

"Rough day?" Yuta whispered.

You propped your head up with one hand, blinking rapidly in a vain attempt to clear the fog of fatigue. "More like a rough week."

"You look like shit," Maki remarked.

"Thanks."

As the lecturer continued discussing the intricacies of human anatomy, your thoughts drifted back to Gojo. Despite all the arguments you had with him, all you could think about was the memory of his intense gaze, his closeness, his soft voice, even his scent. It made it impossible to concentrate on the lecture.

Yuta nudged you gently when you almost nodded off, your head dipping forward. "You really should get some rest after this."

Suddenly, an announcement woke you up in an instant.

"Now we'll do a quick test." Dr. Ieiri announced. "It's crucial for your upcoming exams."

A collective groan echoed through the class. You froze, your heart sinking. A test was the last thing you needed right now.

Yuta turned to you. "You got this," he said, trying to offer some encouragement.

You weren't so sure. 

As the test papers were distributed, you stared blankly at the questions. Your mind, usually sharp and focused during exams, felt sluggish and unresponsive. One by one, you read through the questions, trying to recall the knowledge you knew was hopefully buried somewhere in your tired brain.

Fuck.

It was all questions about something like skin, bones and that shit. You could recall every little detail about the brain, but bones? Fuck, you really should have paid attention in that class.

Panic set in as you realized that you might actually fail this test.

─── ·✧· ───  

1:07 AM.

You were still wide awake.

Tossing and turning, you found sleep elusive. Everything that had happened lately was replaying in your mind. You had barely been in Tokyo for a few weeks and your life was already so different. You barely had time to fix up your apartment, the moving boxes still there, waiting to be opened. And then the anatomy test—

You needed a distraction, something to focus on that wasn't your own disappointment.

So you decided to head back to the university lab. Maybe immersing yourself in work would help clear your head. The quiet, empty streets at this hour were oddly comforting as you drove to the campus. Upon arriving at the lab, you were surprised to see the lights already on. You pushed the door open, stepping into the familiar space.

No way.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, unable to hide your surprise.

Gojo hunched over a microscope, deeply engrossed in his work. He looked up, his expression one of mild annoyance. "I could ask you the same," he replied.

Nice.

Even in the lab, it seemed you couldn't escape his presence. He was always there, haunting both your mind and your reality.

"You shouldn't work so late. You're still a student," Gojo remarked.

You glanced at him. "Yeah, you've already told me that. But I want this project to work just as much as you."

Gojo looked your way, his striking blue eyes catching the dim lab light. "Don't you ever take a break? Go out? Maybe party or so?"

You observed him for a moment. His hair was disheveled, giving him a more relaxed, approachable look than usual. "I'm not really into the party scene," you admitted.

"I guessed as much," he responded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he returned his focus back to his work.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, somewhat hurt.

"It's not a criticism, just an observation."

Setting up at a nearby workstation, you began reviewing some data on a patient you were about to perform surgery on. He was the first to receive a transplant directly into his cerebral cortex, hoping to bypass the damaged spinal cord and allow direct brain control of a prosthetic limb.

It was the first time such an operation had ever been performed. And Geto would be the one to do the surgery. Gojo would have normally, but he refused. He was still convinced it was the wrong approach. Even though all the data showed otherwise.

Sipping from your coffee, you glanced over at Gojo, finding a strange comfort in his presence. He worked with a focus and intensity that was almost mesmerizing.

3:23 AM. 

Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids as you completed the final analysis. Now all you had to do was wait for the results. You rested your head on your hand, sinking lower and lower until your head touched the cool surface of the desk. Maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt.

Time passed unnoticed until a gentle touch caressed your cheek. It jolted you from sleep. You flinched slightly, your eyes fluttering open. Your gaze slowly traveled up, finally locking with Gojo's eyes. He stood beside you, his thumb lingering just a moment longer on your skin, stroking lightly over your cheek.

"You hungry?"

You straightened up, pulling back a little. Suddenly conscious of the close proximity. A warm flush spread across your cheeks.

Gojo pulled up a chair, turned it backwards and faced you. He unwrapped a small meal he had brought from a nearby bakery, the scent of fresh pastries filling the air. 

There was a casual ease to his movements. Like everything he did. Whether he was slicing through a brain or just existing. He always seemed so unbothered. As if he knew he would never fail at anything anyway.

Blinking tiredly, you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the lingering veil of sleep. As you moved, a jacket slipped from your shoulders. His jacket. He must have draped it over your shoulders while you slept. It smelled like him.

"Keep it," he said before you could part your lips. "The body cools down after sleep."

"Always the doctor, aren't you?" you replied with a hint of a smile, pulling the jacket back around your shoulders. "Thank you."

Reaching for the pastry he had brought, you became acutely aware of his gaze. The intensity in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"Tell me something about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" you asked, taking a bite of the pastry.

"Everything."

You chuckled. "That would take a while."

"I've got time."

You hesitated for a moment, feeling his gaze still intently on you.

"Tell me how Suguru found you," he continued.

"Back in my hometown, I was already in medical university, working on a research project about a specific type of brain tumor called glioblastoma multiforme. My mentor at the time encouraged me to publish a paper on my findings. It seems that Geto stumbled upon my work. That's how I ended up here."

"Impressive," he said. "Why this specific type of brain tumor?"

A lump formed in your throat. "Because my father died of it."

Gojo paused, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to read your thoughts.

"My father was a neurosurgeon, too. I practically grew up in operating rooms," you continued.

"Why did he die?"

The directness of his question caught you slightly off guard. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. 

"The tumor was too aggressive. The surgery was useless, he knew that, but he wanted it anyway. They tried a radical surgery to remove as much of the tumor as possible while preserving vital brain function. But it failed. My father was just dead meat breathing after the surgery. My mother never got over that loss. I think she lost her mind."

The gruesome edge of your words surprised him, his eyes widening slightly. You looked away, unable to maintain eye contact with Gojo as his stupidly handsome blue eyes seemed to pierce your soul.

Silence stretched between you two.

"I'm sorry," Gojo said eventually.

"It's okay. He's long gone," your eyes lingered on the pastry. "It's what drove me to neurology," you continued, gathering the courage to look up at him. "I wanted to contribute to something that might change outcomes for people like my father."

"Is that why you want to go for the safe approach with the patient in our neuroprosthetics project?"

You thought about it. But it wouldn't help to lie anyway. "Yeah, that's probably it."

Gojo ran his fingers through his hair, releasing a weary exhale.

"Tell me about you now," you said, changing the subject.

He paused, then offered a brief, wry smile. "Not married, no girlfriend, no kids."

"That's not really what I meant."

"Sure?" he teased, the corners of his mouth turning up in a playful smile.

"Why not?" you asked him. This was indeed interesting. He was handsome. Tall. Barely in his thirties. A famous neurosurgeon. He was basically the whole package. Except—

"No time, I guess," he said.

"What a lame excuse," you retorted, leaning back in your chair. You stretched your arms above your head, trying to relieve the tension that had built up in your muscles. A slight smile lingered on your lips as you added, "I guess you're just too much ego for any woman to handle."

"Oh, sweetheart," Gojo replied, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a natural ease. "I suspect you have just as much ego as me."

Suddenly, Gojo stood up and closed the distance between you. You remained seated, looking up at him, your heart rate quickening. For a moment, he just stood there, looking down at you. The intensity in his gaze was palpable, and you found yourself caught in it, unable to look away. The room seemed to shrink, the space between you charged.

Then, leaning in, Gojo brought his face close to yours, his breath a whisper against your ear. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine. "Bad for you," he murmured softly, his voice a low rumble, "I do like arrogant woman."

Before you could respond, he straightened up. "Good night," he said. "You should get some sleep."

With that, he turned and walked out of the lab, leaving you sitting there. The air seemed to shift back to normal as the door closed behind him. 

─── ·✧· ─── 

Your legs hurt. Your back hurt. Your hips hurt. Your neck hurt.

Everything hurt.

You stood on the sidelines of the operating room for nearly 6 hours. Standing still on the same spot. You'll never get used to that. It's the worst part of the job. But it was still a privilege to witness Geto and Gojo in surgery, right?

The room was filled with the sound of beeping monitors and the low murmur of the assisting surgical team. From your vantage point, you had a clear view of the procedure and the surgeons. They worked together with a quiet efficiency that was fascinating. 

However, as you watched, something about Gojo caught your attention. His movements seemed slightly off. You started noticing it about an hour ago. But no one said anything. His hair was drenched in sweat and clung to his forehead. You could see the slight trembling in his hands, almost imperceptible.

Something was definitely off.

Your gaze lingered on him, studying his every move.

"First-year."

Gojo suddenly paused and looked up, his eyes meeting yours. You flinched slightly, as he caught you starring at him. "You want to try the next part?" he asked, his voice cutting through the hum of the operating room.

Was he serious?

Before you could reply, Geto interjected, "Satoru, are you joking? She's still a student."

Gojo's gaze didn't waver from you. "I know. But you said she's your best student," he replied his lips twitching with a smile. "I want to test that."

"You've done aneurysm surgery before, back in your hometown, right?" Gojo asked you.

Did he google you or what?

"Yes," you replied.

"Then step forward," he said.

You hesitated. Your gaze drifted to Geto for confirmation. Geto hesitated, then gave a slight nod.

Heart pounding, you stepped forward to the operating table. A rush of adrenaline surged through you. You took the offered surgical tools with a steady hand from Gojo, his eyes locked with yours. "We're going to work on clipping the aneurysm now. You've done it before, right?"

"Yes," you replied, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart.

"Good." He moved closer, positioning himself so he could guide you while still giving you control. "Start with an incision here," he instructed, pointing to a specific area on the patient's brain with his own instrument.

You could feel his gaze over your shoulder; the warmth of his body near yours. As you made the initial incision, Gojo moved even closer. "Now, carefully dissect the tissue to expose the aneurysm," he continued.

Your hands worked around the fragile brain. You did surgery before. Yes. But this was another level. Every eye of every nurse and doctor in the room was on you. Geto was monitoring the patient's data. He glanced at you from time to time, his expression unreadable. But you were at least three inches deep into a human brain, so there was no way out anyway.

After that, you would certainly have to vomit from the adrenaline.

At one critical point, your hands hesitated. Your heart almost exploded. In that moment, you could either kill this patient or save him. "Calm down," Gojo said, so low and close to your ear that only you could hear it. Gojo's hand cupped yours gently. "You're doing fine. Trust yourself," he murmured. His touch was brief, but it was enough to ground you for a moment.

Sweat trickled down your forehead as you isolated the aneurysm and prepared it for clipping.

"Good," he whispered.

Finally, as you placed the clip on the aneurysm and secured it, a wave of accomplishment washed over you. Hell, you really did it.

"Congratulations, an excellent clipping," Gojo said, his lips forming a smile. "You can step back now."

"Thank you, Dr. Gojo," you whispered. As you stepped back, a wide smile spread across your face, hidden beneath the mask but undeniable in the sparkle of your eyes.

Gojo took the lead again to close up the patient. But his gaze shifted to you every now and then.

Geto's eyes narrowed.

─── ·✧· ───

"You did a good job in there."

Gojo glanced in your direction as you both washed up in the scrub room after the operation.

"Thanks," you replied, meeting his eyes.

"I may have underestimated you," he said, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

Wait? Was that a compliment? From him?

Before you could respond, the door to the scrub room burst open. Geto stormed in, his face flushed with anger. He tore off his scrubs and threw them into the trash with a thud that made you flinch.

"We need to talk, Satoru," he said sharply. His intense gaze was fixed solely on Gojo, as if you weren't even there.

Shit.

Gojo calmly turned off the tap and reached for a towel, drying his hands with deliberate slowness. His face was an unreadable mask. He gave you a brief glance before following Geto out of the room.

"Don't you dare fuck my student," Geto hissed before the door had even fully closed behind them. But it didn't matter anyway, you could hear their voices through the thin walls.

Gojo leaned back against a table. His arms crossed over his chest. "What are you getting at?"

"Don't try to fuck with me, Satoru. I've seen the way you look at her."

"I supervised her, so that she wouldn't kill the patient. That's all you saw."

"Supervision?" Geto's voice was sharp. "Since when do you let a student handle such a crucial part of a surgery? What's gotten into you? What if she had screwed up?"

Gojo's eyes narrowed. "What's your problem? She's proven herself capable, and she performed brilliantly today, don't you think?"

Geto advanced a step, closing the distance between them. His frustration palpable. "This isn't like you, Satoru. You're blurring lines that should remain clear. She's a student. You're supposed to be her mentor, not—not whatever you're turning this into."

The room went silent.

"Your concern is noted, but misplaced," Gojo said. "My interest in her is purely professional. She has potential, real potential, and it's my job to support that."

Geto's expression hardened. "That's right, she has potential, and you're risking that if you can't keep your hands off her."

"What?" Gojo pushed away from the table. "Because you want her for yourself?"

"I can't believe you'd go there," Geto snapped back. "I brought her here because she's damn good at what she does, not for any other reason."

Gojo's face tightened, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "You should know me better, Suguru. I was giving her a shot to show her skills, that's all."

In a sudden move, Geto closed the distance and grasped Gojo's shirt, pulling him forward. Their faces were just inches apart. "Listen, Satoru," Geto said. "I'm dead serious. One wrong step, one slip, and you could ruin everything—her career, the project, your own reputation. Don't think I'll stand by and watch that happen."

Gojo's eyes met Geto's, unflinching. He placed his hands on Geto's to release his grip. "I hear you, Suguru," he said. "But you're wrong. My interest in her is purely professional."

"Make sure it stays that way," Geto warned. He released his grip and stepped back.

Geto then turned and left the room. Gojo turned his head to look at you through the small window in the door that separated you. Your eyes briefly met his before he also left, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Great.

─── ·✧· ───

This day couldn't get any better.

You stood at the exit of the hospital. It was pouring.

Resigned, you decided to wait near the exit, hoping the rain would stop soon. Minutes passed, but the rain showed no signs of stopping.

"Waiting out the rain?" a familiar voice called out from behind.

You turned to see Gojo appeared. He had changed out of his surgical scrubs and was now in his regular clothes. His muscular arms and broad shoulders visible even under his loose button-down.

"Yeah, it looks like I'm stuck here for a while."

Gojo opened his umbrella. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car."

You hesitated for a moment.

"Suguru already left, don't worry," he added, as if reading your thoughts.

You frowned slightly. "That's not what I was concerned about."

"Then why are you hesitating?" He took a step closer, the umbrella now over you both. He stood at least a head taller than you, looking down at you with heavy eyes. You studied the tired lines in his face, the slight dark circles under his eyes.

"You look tired."

"Do I?" Gojo's voice was deep, his gaze lingering shamelessly on your lips. "Perhaps I am. I've been thinking about you all night."

"Bold statement, especially after Geto's warning."

"I'm not afraid of Suguru."

"Is that why you let me operate today? To piss him off?"

He leaned forward. "I let you operate because you can operate. Suguru is hesitant. He likes to play safe. With me, you'll have more challenge—more fun."

"Are we still talking about surgery?"

"Of course, sweetheart," he replied with a grin. "Come on, It's been a long day. I insist."

"Okay," you finally relented. "Thank you."

You stepped out into the rain together. The umbrella shielded you both as you walked side by side. You walked in silence, the only sound being the gentle drumming of raindrops. Gojo subtly shifted the umbrella, ensuring you were completely covered. His shoulder got wet.

When you reached your car, you turned to him. Somehow you stood so close now. His breath hot against you skin. Your stomach turned slightly, but you tried to brush the feeling off. "Thank you," you said softly, "—for everything today."

"Can I ask you for a favor?" He asked suddenly.

"Sure."

"Can you help me with a project?"

"Another project? Besides the neuroprosthetics?" you asked.

"It's a private one. I could use your assistance with processing data."

"Let me know when and where."

He smiled. "Perfect."

Gojo smoothly opened the car door for you, still holding the umbrella over your head. "Take care," he said gently, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. You both remained frozen. The world outside the umbrella a blur.

"You too," you finally replied, breaking the moment. As you got into your car, you were acutely aware of his eyes still on you.

He closed the door for you and turned.

─── ·✧· ───

"Sorry in advance if this hurts."

You tried to insert the needle, your hand less steady than usual. The needle missed the vein, making Yuta wince. "Sorry," you wiped sweat from your forehead. Then tried again, quickly changing the needle.

A week had passed since the fight between Geto and Gojo. Since then, Gojo hadn't visited the lab. You didn't know what to make of it. But perhaps it was for the better. Less fighting after all. Gojo still didn't approve of your approach.

Still, you couldn't force your mind to stop racing. Perhaps it was the immense workload you had. The research project, not to mention Gojo's personal research project, and inevitably, Gojo himself.

You were in practical class, sitting with Maki, Yuta, and Toge, focusing on a seemingly simple task—practicing drawing blood. But you failed every time.

Yuta gave you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, you've done this a hundred times."

Yeah. Not really, but you should probably not tell him that right now.

You took a deep breath and tried again. Failed.

"It's alright, give it another go," Yuta said, even after you had stabbed his arm too many times to be comfortable.

The needle slipped again and missed the mark. "I'm sorry, Yuta. I don't know what's wrong with me today."

"Pressure?" Toge asked.

"Yeah, I guess it's a lot lately."

Suddenly, Dr. Kento, the instructor for this practical lesson, appeared behind you. His stoic demeanor sent a shiver down your spine without you having to see it.

"You're really not good at this," he commented bluntly, not really befitting a professor. But it was true.

Forcing a smile, you turned to face him. "Just a bit off my game today."

Dr. Kento's expression remained impassive. "Drawing blood is a basic skill. You should be able to do it in your sleep," he lectured. "But you look like you're torturing your patient."

"Ehh—," you began, turning back to Yuta and only then noticing his pained expression. All color had drained from his face. 

Oops.

Dr. Kento's gaze then swept across the room, capturing the attention of the entire class. "Everyone needs to master this," he continued. "I expect you to be able to do this by the end of the week."

You kidding, right?

It was already Thursday. He basically meant tomorrow.

As if on cue, the bell rang.

You and your friends began to gather your belongings. As the room buzzed with the chatter of students packing up, Yuta brought up a topic that immediately drew everyone's interest.

"Hey, about the sports festival, which team should we join?"

"Sports festival?" you echoed, feeling slightly out of the loop. Your focus on the lab work had left you missing everything else that happened on campus.

Yuta nodded. "Yeah, it's a big event. Every year there's a sports festival in the summer with a bunch of team sports events and competitions."

Toge, usually reserved, showed a flicker of excitement. "Basketball."

"Yeah, the professors usually form a basketball team against the students. Should we join?" Yuta asked.

Maki already scrolled through her phone, looking up the festival details. "We should register then, hmm ... oh the professor team is already full, and .. oh Dr. Gojo and Dr. Geto are in the team."

"I bet they are just as competitive on the court as they are in the OR," Yuta added.

"Join?" Toge asked.

"Sure," Maki commented, scrolling through her phone for more details.

Out of curiosity, you asked, "Does anyone here even play basketball?"

Yuta, scratching his chin thoughtfully, replied, "Well, I've played a bit. And Maki's naturally good at anything, so—" he paused, seemingly realizing what he just said. His face turned a shade redder. "Ehh, I mean, you've played basketball before, right, Maki?"

Maki just shrugged, a confident smirk on her face. "He's not wrong."

"So, are we doing this?" you asked.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Great.

Now you had to learn how to play basketball too.

─── ·✧· ───

Later that day, you found yourself outside Gojo's office, clutching the stack of papers you had prepared for his research project. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you knocked softly before entering.

"Dr. Gojo, I've finished the analysis you requested," you said, placing the papers on his desk.

"Thank you. I'll check these later," he said, not looking up from his computer.

You turned to leave. But just as you reached the door, Gojo's voice halted you.

"Wait."

You paused, turning back to face him.

"Wash your hands. There are syringes and needles in the drawer on the bottom right."

"What?" you asked, not sure what he wanted from you.

He looked up from his computer. "You're embarrassing me," he said bluntly. "You know what Kento said to me earlier? He said, and I quote, 'Are you stupid? How can you let a student operate on the brain who can barely get a needle through skin?'"

You felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"It was just not my day, really," you stammered, trying to defend yourself, though your voice lacked conviction.

"How many times have you done that before?" he asked, his gaze intimidating.

You were lost for words.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he said, more to himself than to you. He stood up from his desk and rolled up his sleeves.

Before you knew it, you found yourself sitting next to him, wearing gloves and poised with a needle in hand. Gojo's arm was outstretched towards you, the veins visible beneath his skin. You stared at his arm. Somehow your mind now completely blank.

"Aren't you going to tie a band around my arm to make my veins more visible first?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, right," you muttered, your cheeks flushing. You wrapped the band around his arm and secured it tightly. Your fingers trembled slightly as they touched his firm skin. The contact felt unexpectedly intimate. It made your heart race.

He watched you, his expression softening slightly. "Easy now," he said in a more encouraging tone. "It's not hard. Just focus."

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your trembling hands. The needle hovered over his vein, and for a moment, you were acutely aware of the silence in the room, punctuated only by the sound of your own erratic heartbeat.

You hesitated.

"Use your little finger against my arm to anchor your hand," he said.

Following his advice, you rested your finger against his skin, feeling a surprising steadiness in your hand.

"And angle the needle slightly," he added. "It's about finding the right entry point—not too steep, not too shallow."

You adjusted the angle of the needle accordingly, aiming for the vein. The tip pierced the skin, and this time, it slid into the vein smoothly. You let out a heavy exhale.

"Good," he said. "Now, draw the blood gently."

As you carefully drew the blood, you could feel Gojo's eyes on your hands, monitoring your technique. Once the procedure was complete and you carefully removed the needle. "Much better," he rolled down his sleeve, a slight arch of his eyebrow. "How is it that you've never really done that before?"

"I don't need to draw blood if I'm operating on the brain," you said with a shrug.

Gojo watched you, a stunned expression flickering across his face.

"The nurses usually handle that anyway," you added, hoping to clarify your point.

There was a moment of silence as he processed what you just said. Finally, he shook his head slightly. "I'm just going to ignore what you just said," he replied.

Changing the subject, he leaned back in his chair. "By the way, I saw your name on the list for the students' basketball team for the upcoming sports festival."

You raised your eyebrows, peeling off your gloves. "Oh, you did?"

"Yeah," he said, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. "I didn't know you played basketball. But I have to admit, I'm curious to see if you're as good at basketball as you are at clipping aneurysms."

"I haven't really played much before, so you might want to lower your expectations," a small smile tugged at your lips. "Have you played before?"

"I used to play pretty regularly when I was in universtiy," he said.

Great.

If he was anywhere near as good at basketball as he was at surgery, you were fucked.

"You should teach me then," you quipped, not quite meeting his gaze. As the words left your lips, you immediately realized the implication. You turned to him, a blush coloring your cheeks. "It's just a joke."

His smile widened. "Oh really? Too bad, I'd have liked that."

The room fell into silence.

You found yourself staring at him, and he returned your gaze.

His silver hair had a few strands that were slightly out of place. Your eyes studied his face as if seeing it for the first time. The typical intensity in his blue eyes had softened, replaced by an almost gentle expression. His sharp jawline moved slightly, as if he were pondering something.

Breaking the silence, you finally spoke, your voice softer than intended. "I wonder what you were like back in your university days."

"Why do you ask?"

"It's hard to imagine you not being the controlled surgeon you are now."

"You think I'm controlled?"

"No, that's not what I meant," you hurried to clarify. "I mean, you're always so focused, so—precise, and—"

Before you could finish, he leaned in closer, his intense gaze holding you captive. The world around you seemed to fade into a blur, leaving only the two of you in sharp focus. You could feel the warmth of his breath, barely a whisper away from your skin.

Gojo reached out, his hand gently cupping your chin. He lifted your face slightly, ensuring your eyes met directly.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I might lose my control sooner than you'd expect," he said, his thumb lightly brushing your jawline.

After a moment that seemed to stretch on, he slowly withdrew his hand and stepped back, breaking the connection. He turned away from you and walked back to his desk. "Thank you for your work. You can leave now."

─── ·✧· ───

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the university's outdoor basketball court. Maki, Toge, Yuta, and you had gathered for practice, despite the lingering summer heat.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," you said, dribbling the basketball on the sun-baked concrete. "None of us are exactly pros."

Maki, tying her hair back, grinned. "Speak for yourself. I've got some hidden talents." She effortlessly caught the ball and shot it toward the hoop, scoring a basket. "See?"

Yuta laughed and retrieved the ball. "That's just beginner's luck, Maki. Watch and learn." He took a shot, but the ball bounced off the rim.

"Practice," Toge said.

"Yeah, we really need more practice," you finished his sentence.

"Hey, watch this!" Yuta called out, attempting a fancy dribble move, only to lose control of the ball. It rolled away, and Toge scooped it up and passed it back with a short, "Focus."

"You're one to talk," Maki teased, swiping the ball from Toge and lobbing it towards the basket. It swished through the net effortlessly. "I still got it!"

You caught the ball and wiped the sweat from your brow. "I never thought we'd be practicing basketball as medical students."

Maki turned to you with a curious look. "Speaking of training, how's the research going? You've been spending a lot of time with Geto and Gojo."

You began to dribble the ball, more or less. "It's intense, but I'm learning a lot. Dr. Geto is incredibly intelligent, and well, working with Dr. Gojo is—an experience."

"An experience, huh?" Maki said with a grin "Is that code for 'Dr. Handsome has some unique ways of teaching me'?"

You flinched. Yuta quickly snatched the ball from your unfocused grip and shot it through the net.

"Dr. Handsome?" you echoed.

Maki opened a bottle of water. "Don't tell me he's not good-looking—they both are."

"I mean, they both definitely have their—charm, I guess."

"Charm, huh?" Maki teased, taking a sip of her water. "I've seen the way Dr. Gojo looks at you. There's definitely something."

"It's not like that," you protested, though your defensive tone might have suggested otherwise. "He's just an incredible surgeon to work with, that's all."

"He did let you operate with him, though. That's all I'm saying," Maki added.

"Aneurisym," Toge chimed in.

Yuta, bouncing the ball beside you, added, "Yeah, he let you operate on an aneurysm with him, which is pretty crazy."

You rolled your eyes. "Can we focus on the festival game instead of me?"

Maki laughed. "Alright, alright, we'll drop it. But seriously, how's the project going? I mean, besides the whole Dr. Handsome thing."

Yeah, where to start on that.

Taking a deep breath, you told them more about the research project. 

─── ·✧· ───

As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, painting the horizon in shades of orange and pink. You were still on the basketball court, practicing your shots. The others had already left. The court was quiet, except for the rhythmic bounce of the basketball and the occasional swish of the net.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through. "Hey, First-year."

Startled, you turned to see Gojo approaching the court. He was dressed in athletic attire—a black, skin-tight t-shirt and shorts that looked criminally good on him.

"Dr. Gojo," you said, a bit surprised to see him there. "I didn't expect to see you practicing."

He picked up a basketball and began dribbling with ease. "I like to keep my skills sharp," he said, shooting a casual glance in your direction. "And I heard there was a new challenger on the students team."

You let out a tired sigh. "I'm just trying to make sure I don't embarrass myself too much at the festival," you admitted.

"Have more confidence in yourself, first-year. You're operating on brains, there's no room for doubts." Gojo shot the ball towards the hoop, scoring effortlessly. "And by the way, stop calling me Dr., just Gojo is fine."

"Alright, Gojo," you said.

Gojo passed the ball to you with a casual flick of his wrist. "Come on, first-year. Show me what you've got."

A cold shiver ran down your skin. Oddly, having to demonstrate your non-existent basketball skills felt more intimidating than clipping an aneurysm in front of him.

You positioned yourself at the three-point line, bouncing the ball a few times to find your rhythm. With a deep breath, you aimed and threw the ball, but it bounced off the rim and rolled away.

Gojo walked over to retrieve the ball. "Yeah, you'll definitely embarrass yourself if you play like that."

Ouch.

"Can you do anything besides brain surgery?" he probed further.

Ouch.

"You know that hurts," you said.

"It's all about posture and precision," he said, closing the distance between you two. He halted just before you. "May I?"

With a nod, you consented. He moved in closer, positioning himself directly behind you. His presence enveloping you in a comforting warmth. He smelled like sweat, but oddly, you found it rather attractive. 

You could feel the light touch of his hands as they gently guided your shoulders, aligning your stance with the hoop. His closeness was suffocating, and you found yourself acutely aware of every movement he made.

"Bend your knees a bit more," he advised, his voice a soothing whisper near your ear. You could feel his breath, warm and steady, against the side of your neck, causing your heart to beat faster. His hands moved down to adjust your arms. His touch warm against your skin.

You tried to focus on his instructions. But the closeness of his body, the gentle pressure of his hands on your arms, made it damn hard to concentrate on anything other than him. 

"Now, when you shoot, focus on a fluid motion," he added.

As you prepared to take the shot, Gojo's hands rested lightly on your hips, steadying you. You should have pushed them away. Touching you like that was far beyond appropriate. But you didn't. You wanted him to touch you even more in that moment.

With his guidance, you took the shot, and this time the ball sailed through the net with a satisfying thud.

"You see? You have it in you," Gojo said, leaning back slightly but still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

You turned to face him, meeting his gaze. Your heart immediately dropped.

Even in the waning light you could see it clearly.

"Are you high?" you asked, a slight frown creasing your forehead.

For a moment, Gojo seemed taken aback by your question. He quickly masked his expression with a casual smile and stepped back, creating some distance between you. He began to dribble the basketball, his movements fluid and practiced, yet there was a hint of unease in his actions.

"It's nothing," he said, focusing intently on the ball rather than meeting your eyes. "Just a small injury during practice."

"And you decided to what? Throw in an opioid for that small injury?" you pressed.

He stopped dribbling and faced you, his expression becoming more serious. "No, of course not," he replied with a hint of defensiveness. "It's just a minor strain. I didn't take anything strong for it."

You couldn't believe what he just said. He—a surgeon—a doctor—out of all people.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, it's been a long day, and I might have pushed myself a bit too hard. But I'm fine, really."

You studied him closely. "You expect me to believe that?" you took another step closer. "What did you really take? Codeine? Morphine?"

A flicker of something undefinable passing through his eyes. "You're crossing a line," he replied, his tone firmer this time.

"Me? Crossing a line?" you countered. "Since the first day we met, you've been pushing boundaries, and now you say I'm the one overstepping?"

Gojo's expression hardened. "I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I am perfectly fine." His words were steady, but the slight tightness in his jaw suggested otherwise.

You didn't buy anything he just said. The feeling that something was off clung to you, refusing to be dispelled. His usual clarity seemed clouded, his sharpness dulled. His eyes slightly red. His skin paler than usual. It was unsettling to see him like this.

After a brief pause, he picked up the basketball and held it loosely at his side. "I think we're done here," he said. "You should go home."

You watched him for a moment longer. But then you decided to turn and walk away, leaving him alone on the court. As you made your way, his words replayed over and over in your mind. 

Was something wrong with him? 

Should you be worried?

After all, you worked together. And also—naturally—you were worried about him, right? Like any student would be worried about his professor, right?

The evening air suddenly felt so cold.

─── ·✧· ───

The lab was quiet except for the occasional hum of machinery and the soft clinking of your tools as you worked. You were deep in concentration, analyzing data for the upcoming neuroprosthetics project, when the door opened with a soft click.

"Ah, there you are," Geto said as he stepped in. "I've been searching for you. We've finally got the green light for our surgery. Everything's lined up and ready to go."

You straightened up, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Really? That's great. When?"

Geto walked over to your workstation, a subtle smile on his face. "In two weeks. Are you excited?"

"More like nervous."

"Ah, that's natural. But don't worry, it will work. You've done an excellent job."

You felt a swell of pride at his words. "Thank you. I'm glad I could help."

Still, there was a question on the tip of your tongue, something you had been pondering since last week. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, but then stopped. Words failed you.

"What is it?" Geto asked, knowing you too well.

"Is something wrong with Gojo?"

He leaned against the table and crossed his arms. His expression shifted slightly. "Don't worry about him. He's just stressed lately."

Somehow you didn't buy it.

"Even so, you shouldn't get that close to him."

"I'm not—" you wanted to interject, but he cut you off.

"I'm not blind," he said firmly. "You have a bright future in science. Don't risk it by getting too involved with him. Satoru is a brilliant surgeon, but his personal life is a mess."

What should that mean?

You looked away, unsure how to respond.

Geto then changed the subject. "By the way, I have some more news for you—good and bad. Which would you like to hear first?"

"The good news, of course," you replied.

"Here," Geto said, handing you a journal. As you took it, the bold lettering on the cover immediately caught your eye. It featured an article written by Gojo.

You opened the journal, your heart racing as you skimmed the pages to find the article. And there it was—a comprehensive meta-analysis that you, too, had worked on.

"No way," you murmured, your eyes scanning the text in disbelief.

Below the article was your name, listed alongside Gojo's, credited for your pivotal role in the data analysis and interpretation.

"He mentioned me." 

Geto nodded, a hint of pride in his expression. "That's a pretty big deal."

You were momentarily speechless. Being credited alongside someone as renowned as Gojo was insane.

"Now for the not-so-good news," Geto began.

You looked up at him from the Journal, your eyes still sparkling.

"You failed your anatomy exam."

─── ·✧· ───

The sports festival was in full swing.

Cheers and laughter filled the university campus. The summer heat beat down relentlessly. You already felt a little nauseous that day, and the sun only made it worse. Yeah, you weren't really cut for the heat. At least the bleachers were partly shaded.

You sat quietly besides with Maki, Yuta, and Toge, watching various events unfold on the field. Despite the lively atmosphere, you couldn't bring yourself into the festive spirit. Your mind was elsewhere.

Maki nudged you gently. "Still thinking about the exam?"

You sighed. "Yeah, I have to pass the next one, or I'll have to do this year again."

Yuta leaned over. "You'll go it, I'm sure. Plus, you got mentioned in Dr. Gojo's paper—that's huge!"

"Huge," Toge said again to underline it even more.

You managed a small smile. "I hope you're right."

Maki patted your back. "Dr. Handsome will sure put in a good word for you."

You sighed again. "Not this topic again."

Suddenly, the announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, announcing that the basketball match between students and professors will begin shortly.

Yuta turned to you and the others. "Looks like it's our turn. Let's start getting ready."

You nodded, through a wave of nausea washed over you. The heat of the sun was merciless, more intense than you'd expected, and it seemed to be draining your strength by the minute.

Maki stood up. "Alright, team, let's show them what we've got!"

Should you vomit now, or later—or both?

Having changed into your sports attire, you joined your teammates on the basketball court. You began to warm up your muscles, even though the heat made that almost unnecessary. You felt your face burn. Nausea churned in your stomach. 

You paused, closing your eyes for a moment, hoping it would pass.

Then, the professors' team made their entrance onto the court. Among them were Geto and Gojo. They began dribbling and passing the ball between them, occasionally doing stretches that showcased their well-built bodies.

They looked confident.

You calculated the odds of how badly this match might go for your team.

Why did you even sign up for this?

Your gaze inadvertently met Gojo's across the court. For a fleeting second, your eyes locked, sending a wave of unease through you. You haven't spoken to him since. Quickly, you averted your gaze and focused back on your stretches.

As Gojo and another professor continued their warm-up, they passed the ball back and forth, aiming for the net. Then a shot from Gojo missed its mark, sending the ball rolling your way. 

As if he ever missed a shot.

The ball stopped at your feet, and before you could react, Gojo was there, sprinting up to retrieve it. He halted right in front of you. "You don't look good," he said, his voice so low that only you could hear it.

"I'm fine," you said. "I think it's just the heat."

Gojo reached out, his hand cool against your forehead. "You're overheating."

You quickly pushed his hand aside. "You might want to keep a professional distance, don't you think?" The words came out sharper than intended.

Gojo frowned slightly. "You should sit this one out."

"I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I am perfectly fine," you responded, mirroring his words back at him.

He took a step closer. "You're stupid, you know that?"

Before you could respond, Geto's voice called out from across the court. Gojo turned at the sound. "Coming!" He gave you a last look before quickly walking away. You watched them do a stupid boyish handshake as Gojo rejoined Geto.

At least he was not high today, you thought.

The crowd was already roaring with cheers and applause as both teams lined up. They all here to witness my downfall, you thought, struggling against the nausea that threatened your focus. 

Right off the bat, Gojo weaved through your team's defense, fluid and precise. He flicked the ball to Geto, who faked left and then took a clear shot, scoring the first basket of the game. The crowd erupted.

Yuta sprinted down the court and dribbled past Gojo. He passed the ball to you, and you took your chance at a three-pointer. The ball arced beautifully, but it rimmed out at the last second. 

At least you tried, right?

Not missing a beat, Toge snagged a pass from a professor and pivoted into a counterattack. He found Maki open. She didn't disappoint, scoring a layup to tie the game. Your team was holding up surprisingly well, mostly thanks to your friends' efforts.

Then, Geto feinted, passing to an open Gojo. With a swift move, Gojo scored another point, eliciting a fresh wave of cheers from the spectators. But Yuta was quick to follow, dribbling down the court. He passed to Maki, who nailed another crucial basket, closing the score gap.

In the final minutes, the game was deadlocked. Gojo had the ball, expertly evading your teammates defensive efforts. He made a break for the basket. Yuta, determined to block him, overreached and stumbled backwards, heading straight for you.

You barely had time to brace yourself.

The collision was inevitable. 

Yuta crashed into you, and both of you went tumbling to the ground. The game halting abruptly to the sound of a sharp whistle.

"Are you okay?" Yuta blurted out.

Why was Yuta always running you over?

You rolled over to your side, feeling the heat of the ground beneath you. Everything spun, nausea swirling with pain. "I might need a minute," you managed to say, the world tilting around you.

Almost instantly, Gojo was there, kneeling beside you. "Don't move." He began to examine you for any immediate injuries, his hands tenderly scanning your exposed skin. "You feeling dizzy?"

Your response was a pained sound, a clear sign that you were far from okay. "You might have a concussion. We need to get you checked right away," Gojo said.

"I'm fine," you started to protest, but Gojo had already lifted you into his arms in one fluid motion. He held you close to him. Instinctively, you clung to his neck, feeling the pounding of his heart against your own. It made your stomach clench.

"I'm fine, really," you said again as he carried you off the court.

"Ah shut up, I know you're not." His eyes fixed on you, as if you were the only person who mattered at that moment. "You're really stressing me, you know that?"

─── ·✧· ───

The room felt so small. 

His presence filled the whole space.

"There," Gojo said softly as he inserted the needle into your arm. "This should help with hydration and ease any nausea."

You watched as he secured the needle in place. He adjusted the flow of saline, his eyes meeting yours, a playful smile on his lips. "So much for not needing to handle a needle, huh?"

You rolled your eyes.

Then he cupped your chin and tilted your head back slightly. "Watch the light," he instructed, flicking a small penlight on and off before your eyes. His fingers warm against your skin. "Good," he said, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

"Maybe you should stick to brains, instead of sports," he added.

You smiled weakly. "I'll never touch a basketball again in my life, I guess."

His smile widened.

"Thank you," you said quietly.

"No need to," he replied. "Just do me a favor and stop making me worry about you all the time. It's draining."

Your stomach tightened. Gojo turned away and removed his gloves, tossing them into the trash. As the saline drip worked its magic, you began to feel better, the nausea and dizziness slowly receding.

"You mentioned me in your paper," you spoke up, breaking the silence.

Gojo turned to face you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I did."

"Why?"

"Why wouldn't I? You've done most of the analysis." 

"You could have done it without me."

"I know, but I wanted you to be a part of it."

Knowing that the analysis of such an important issue would get a lot of recognition, he should have added.

"Why?" you asked again, already knowing the answer.

"Because I want to support you."

"But I'm just a student, and you're—" You trailed off, feeling a sudden tightness in your chest. His crystal blue eyes seem to pierce right through you.

"And I'm what?"

He stood up and closed the distance between you, his hands coming to rest on either side of you on the bed. The nearness of his body made your breathing hitch in your throat. The warmth of his presence enveloped you, the subtle scent of his cologne blending with the sterile air.

His face was so close, his lips almost grazing yours. Your heart raced, pounding so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it. 

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. "—my professor."

"Too bad, isn't it?" he whispered hoarsely, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down your spine.

Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, a thousand reasons why this shouldn't happen, why you should push him away. But your body betrayed you, leaning into him, closing the distance, seeking the touch of his lips against yours.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

Your core heated, turning molten. Your lips parted slightly, surrendering to the moment. 

You could tell how much self-control it took for him to not kiss you. You could see it in the way his jaw was set, his brow subtly furrowed, his eyes glued to your lips. Yet, he waited for your consent. 

His lips were a mere breath from yours—so cruelly close. Every fiber of your being yearned for him to close the gap, for him to lose against his self-control.

Suddenly you heard your name and a knock at the door.

The door swung open abruptly. Gojo flinched back, the spell between you broken. Regaining his composure, he stepped back, putting a professional distance between you two. You straightened quickly, trying to hide your flushed face.

You wished desperately that he'd kissed you.

Geto stood in the doorway, his eyes flickering between Gojo and you.

You could tell what he was thinking.

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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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breaking the headboard.

shoto, izuku, megumi, and gojo + female reader

smut, cursing, dom!reader for izuku (barely)

+ “you like that?” he whispered in your left ear, holding the back of your right leg to your chest with a bruising grip— letting the other dangle around his waist. “just a little more, i’m almost there babe!” you moaned, arching into him, ready to cum. “fuck, fuck- shit...”

todoroki shoto

he’s a little indifferent

and to be honest he doesn’t care, he’ll just buy you another

he’s got your ass hanging off the bottom of the bed, so every thrust shoots up your cunt and straight to the headboard. honestly, it was hot at first, the slamming on the wall matching his pumps— “so good sho, keep going, please don’t stop!”

you dug your nails into his hip bone and he let out a loud groan, grabbing your hips and making you meet his final few thrusts, and they were hard. making your head bounce off of the bed as you screamed at your insides being churned like butter

you didn’t hear a crack, you didn’t hear half of the headboard fall onto the floor, and hell— you really didn’t give a fuck

bakugou katsuki

embarrassed embarrassed embarrassed

he would usually be cocky but he usually controls himself better than that…

“fuck yes, baby!” you drawled, clawing at his thighs which were slapping harder and harder onto your own— undoubtedly leaving a bruise. “mhm, like that?” he grinned as a bead of sweat from his eyebrow swept over his jawline and dropped onto your cheek.

his hips were catching a cramp, but he didn’t want to disappoint you, so he placed a hand on top of the headboard and pushed through. while nearing your orgasm, you clenched around him, he couldn’t fucking take it.

“yes like that, just like th-” your orgasm was cut off by a loud explosion and his hips coming to a halt. “suki’ what the fuck?” you were used to his hands sweating and him letting off small explosions to regulate it— but they were never that loud.

when you turned to see what he was staring at, you were at a loss for words and he was beet fuckin’ red.

midoriya izuku

baby he’s horrified with you

if he was going hard enough to break your headboard, what about you?

“keep going zu’, being so fucking good for me!” you moaned, wrapping a hand around his head and one around his waist to pull him against you. from there, only his hips moved, pounding your pretty cunt with all he had— which was a lot.

“izu, izu, izu!” you chanted, and on the last it finally broke. you urged him to continue, waving the accident off but he insisted on pulling out and pushing your legs up to your chest and checking if your pussy was hurt or too swollen.

“i’m sorry baby, i got too exited.” // “izuku, i’m fine.”

fushiguro megumi

keeps hammering your cunt

what? was a broken headboard supposed to stop his nut?

the headboard was slamming against the wall, slamming. megumi’s anger was slowly being sucked away by your cunt, so warm and tight around his dick. he couldn’t help but go harder and faster, spilling curses every few second.

“g-god fuck…” “y/n, ughh…” “fuck me…” he whines loudly as the headboard splits. your mouth drops and you began to sit up, fushiguro groaned and pulled your legs to plop you back down.

“that can wait, lemme’ cum in your pussy first, please?”

gojo satoru

already happened twice, you never knew peace again

he will forever bring those moments up

“take it all baby, yeah~” he settles his forehead against yours and moans in your face. your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cum painting your insides, “so good gogo’” he chuckled at the dumb nickname as you caressed his back muscles.

“what do you wanna ea-” “let me break your headboard agai-” “no.”

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So, should I make It a series or not?

Description: This is my first time making a fan fiction/series, and English isn't my first language, I hope you like it.

Made by : sleepyhafsa .

My frienemy.

School starts at 07:30.

Last night, School was clouding your thoughts .

You were so excited and very nervous at the same time." will they like me?", "who will be my roommate?", "will they be nice?", "I hope their nice." You thought to yourself, you pop out of your over thinking bubble, when your mother yelled for you to...

" Honey, don't forget to prepare your outfit, and pack your backpack and luggages, don't want you to be late for school! "

" Yes, mom on it! " you yell back.

You prepare your outfit, a cute light green prefectly over sized hoodie, with a white shirt underneath, accompanied with your favourite jeans, and a little white bow to tie your hair in cute low ponytail, and some randome white socks.

You lay it on your desk, and you bring a pair of cute white sneaker to pull off the outfit, you put them next to the fram of your bedroom door.

And you pack your cute white backpack, that also has a teddy bear key chaine on it.

(That teddy bear is giving me the heebie-jeebies).

After you pack, you put multiple alarms at 06:30.

"Am kinda hungry " you muttered under your breath.

You went to the kitchen, you found your mother has already made you dinner.

" Honey, come eat, it's your favourite." she said with a warm tone.

" Thanks, mom. " you replied excitedly.

After eating your delicious dinner.

You went to your bathroom, you brushed your teeth, you washed your face, and brushed your hair throughly with a hairbrush, and put on some tinted pink lip balm on your lips.

Then After that, You went back to your room, you pack your white n green luggage. You pack it with essentials like toothpaste, toothbrush, clothes, your hairbrush and other stuff.

You went back to your room, and you turned off the lights, keeping your door open to provide you light to see, you put your phone on the night stand table next to your comfy bed. And you go to sleep with a nervous smile on face.

Time skip: The next morning.

"This is a Disaster ".

"This is a Disaster ".

You planned and promised your self you'd wake at 06:30 not 07:20.

Thank goodness, that your mother woke you up, but if she didn't you'll be a sleeping a hole hour.

" Ten minutes, I need to get ready in ten minutes " you screamed in your inner thoughts.

You ran, faster than sonic and flash themself, you put on your outfit, and tie your hair, put on your sneakers, and taking your backpack in one hand and taking your luggages in the other.

"Bye, mom! " you yelled.

"Honey, what about breakfast! " she yelled in a worried tone.

Thank god your school was like a 15 minute run, your sprinting to your school, until you bump into someone, your face in his muscular chest.

Your first thought about him was muscular.

To be continued...

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chapters of us (a bookstore romance)

ᰔ series. chapters of us (a bookstore romance)

ᰔ pairing. - architect/carpenter gojo satoru x bookstore owner reader

ᰔ summary. your love life is as quiet as the shelves of your bookstore. seeking a change, you sign up for a dating app and become captivated by a picture-less/nameless profile—belonging to none other than gojo satoru, a charming architect with a complicated past. your online connection sparks with undeniable chemistry, but you remain unaware that the man you’re drawn to is also your neighbor next door. when he unexpectedly walks into your cozy bookstore, your world shifts. as you navigate feelings for both the mystery man online and the neighbor who feels like a heartbeat away, hidden truths loom over you. can love blossom amid secrets, or will the shadows of your pasts eclipse your stories before it even begins?

ᰔ word count. tbs

ᰔ fic warnings. contains explicit sexual content, guy-next-door, romantic tension, rough sex, age difference (gojo is 32, reader 23), themes of self-doubt, angst, insecurities, heartbreak, and emotional trauma. explicit smut, self-destructive behavior, violence, he falls first and is down bad, illnesses, divorce, complicated relationship/pining, alcohol use. happy ending. ᰔ genre/tags. age difference (9 years), neighbors to lovers, slow burn, romantic tension, emotional depth, self-discovery, secrets, heartbreak, healing. 18+ ᰔ status: in progress ᰔ ao3 + wattpad

ᰔ navigation: chapter list: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | epilogue

ᰔ story details: c.o.u q&a, gallery: gojo’s aesthetic, readers aesthetic, bookstore, workshop, gojo headcannons, ᰔ taglist: — (open! comment if you'd like to be tagged for future chapters)

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Three Little Words (Gojo x Reader)

CW: rejection, blood, slight spoilers for the jjk movie, implied past satosugu i guess, mutual pining, reader is female, implied death, brief mentions of blood, mentions of injury

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"Sorry, not interested."

Three little words. Three little words was all it took to shatter your heart.

You had spent the last three years of your life trying to track down the person attached to the other end of your soulmate thread.

All that time spent hoping. All that time spent daydreaming about what he would be like, only for this.

For you to meet him because he was your new coworker, and fellow teacher at Jujutsu Tech. For him to reject you upon first sight.

You hadn't even spoken a word yet. All it took was him glancing at the red ribbon connecting the two of you for him to shut you down.

Your mind went blank. There was no way you heard him correctly, right...?

"What?"

"I'm not interested."

He stated casually, as if he was just commenting on the weather.

"You-You don't even know my name yet!"

With all logic having flown out the window, this was the best you could come up with.

"Oh, you're right. What's your name?"

Stupefied, you told him.

"That's pretty. Anyways, it's not you, it's me."

Taking your blank gaze as understanding, he perked up.

"My name's Gojo Satoru. I hope we can be friends!"

With an enthusiastic handshake, he was off, leaving you standing in shock, unsure of what just happened.

Reaching up and touching your cheek, you were surprised to find that it was wet.

Huh, that was strange. When did you start crying?

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Days turned to weeks turned to months.

At first, things were a little awkward between you and your soulmate.

You were hurt, angry and confused. But the more time you spent with him, the more those feelings ebbed away, his presence a balm that soothed all your hurts and insecurities.

Why. Why did he have to reject you? Why did he have to be so insufferable? Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive? Why did he have to be aware that he was so goddamn attractive?

Why couldn't he send you any clear signals?

One day he was playfully calling you his 'best bud' while the two of you played pranks on Nanami or got into mischief.

And the next he was tenderly cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the dark bags under your eyes; concern evident on his face as he quietly asked if you were doing okay, and telling you to take a break.

And if he really wasn't interested, why didn't he officially break the soulmate bond? Why did he change the subject every time you tried to bring it up?

It was driving you insane. You were falling for him. And hard. But the echo of his words replayed in your head every time you considered broaching the subject.

You didn't know what to do.

So you did the only thing you could; you kept it professional. After all, the two of you were coworkers, nothing more, nothing less.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Gojo was tired of just being your coworker.

He wanted more. Had wanted more from the moment he laid eyes on your breathtaking face.

Sure, it had broken a visceral part of him to reject you, but if it was to keep you safe, he would do it a million times over.

However, no matter how much he told himself he couldn't be with you, that he had to officially sever the soulmate bond, he couldn't bring himself to officially break the tie that made the two of you soulmates.

The more time he spent with you, the more time he got to spend with you, the harder he fell.

He had never felt like this towards anyone. The only person that had ever come close before this had been Suguru, but his relationship with him had been soured by the fact that they both knew Gojo's soulmate was out there.

But when you were in his life, his entire world lit up. Everything was brighter and more vibrant. He felt like you saw him for Satoru, the man he was, instead of the burdens fate and Jujutsu society had placed upon his shoulders.

So selfishly he had kept the soulmate bond intact.

And now, staring at your mangled form laying before him, the precious blood that belonged in your veins leaking out onto the floor as you struggled to breathe, he remembered.

He remembered why he wasn't allowed to love. Why he had pushed you away.

God, he was so stupid to think that Suguru wouldn't go after you. He was so stupid for believing that his friend wasn't irredeemable.

And his stupidity and selfishness could very well cost you your life.

"You never change, do you."

Only then did Gojo realize that he had been speaking aloud, voicing his inner turmoil as the two people he cared for most lay dying before him.

Suguru coughed, wincing as the motion aggravated his injuries.

"You say that she's injured because you selfishly clung to your soulmate bond, right?"

"What are you implying Suguru?"

Gojo asked, weariness and heartbreak in his voice as he applied pressure to your injuries. He couldn't take you to get help until he took care of Suguru, but he wanted to give his former best friend a chance to say his last words.

"What I'm saying is that she got hurt because you were selfish, yes, but not in the way you think you were. You aren't selfish because you refuse to break the bond. You were selfish because you kept your distance. You could've come to her rescue much earlier, but you didn't because doing so would admit that she meant something to you. And you were more comfortable keeping her at a distance, because you didn't want to have to fear losing her."

Suguru sighed, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"You know, I never hated the people at Jujutsu Tech. If she survives, tell her how you really feel. She deserves at least that. And after that, tell her I'm sorry, okay."

Gojo barked a laugh, tears burning the backs of his eyes as a looming sense of grief and apprehension filled him. He knew what he had to do next.

"Okay, I will."

He smiled.

"Wingmanning me till the end. My best friend."

His face softened as he reminisced on better times.

"My one and only."

Suguru returned the smile, and Gojo finished him, gently closing his eyes afterwards.

Standing and wiping the tears from his eyes, he turned and picked you up, before stepping into a new chapter of his life.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

When you woke up, you were greeted by the bright white of the hospital ceiling.

Groaning, you attempted to sit up, only to be stopped by the massive man-child sprawled across your lap.

With a snort, he shot up, disoriented as he rejoined the land of the waking.

Noticing you were awake, he froze, before reaching out and grabbing your hands.

"Can I say something?"

"Right now?"

You asked, a little confused as to what could be so important that he was waiting at your bedside for you to wake up.

"Yes."

His unusually somber tome threw you off.

"Of course. What's the matter?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Um, I'm confused. For what?"

"For rejecting you. This is by no means any excuse, but the last person I was close to abandoned me. I was afraid to let anyone get close to me, but instead of facing my fear, I excused it by telling myself that if I let myself care for you then curses would target you to get to me. So I told myself that it was to protect you instead of acknowledging that I'm selfish coward who was just trying to protect myself-"

"Hold up."

You cut off his rambling, needing a moment to process.

"Are you trying to tell me that you rejected me because you were afraid that in the end I was going to betray you, but you were too emotionally constipated to acknowledge that, so instead you convinced yourself that you were pushing me away for my own protection?"

Downcast he nodded.

"And you're apologizing for that."

"Yes. If I had just protected you by staying by your side, you never would have gotten hurt! The only reason you're in here is because I was too scared to admit that I love you!"

You froze.

"Say it again."

"What."

"What you just said."

Realization dawned on Gojo's face, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

"I love you."

He murmured shyly, looking at the comforter.

You leaned forwards and hugged him, burying your head in his chest.

"Again."

You whispered, lips brushing against the fabric of his uniform.

"I love you."

A content smile spread across your face.

"I'm still sorta pissed at you, but you have no idea how happy you just made me."

You said, nuzzling into his shirt.

"I love you too."

He froze in disbelief. There was no way you returned his feelings. He didn't deserve that.

"Do you really forgive me?"

"Mmmm, say it one more time for me."

"I love you."

"Okay I forgive you."

Finally at peace, you basked in the warmth from being in the arms of your soulmate.

Who knew that those three little words were all it took.

Three little words to heal your heart.

Cuddling with soulmate, you knew that you would be okay, as long as he continued to tell you those three little words.

You deep personal reflection was interrupted by Gojo's voice.

"Oh, by the way, Suguru says sorry."

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

careless whisper by george michael , gojo , angst

WC: 2k

CW: cheating, angst, hurt/no comfort, reader has female pronouns (referred to as madam and birthday girl), alcohol consumption (all characters are of age), swearing

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added to the event taglist): @chosolovers @ssetsuka @ichikanu

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For one night, one night alone you were going to put all of your suspicions and past hurt aside and enjoy the party. After all, it was your birthday so the night was supposed to be all about you.

Shooting a smile at your boyfriend across the room you can't help but feel your stomach flutter as he shoots you a wink and begins making his way through the crowd towards you. Stopping in front of you he sweeps forward in an exaggerated bow, extending his arm.

“Madam Birthday Girl, will you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Laughing at his antics, you relax, reassured by his usual behavior. Of course everything was normal between the two of you. You were just being paranoid. Placing your hand in his, you allowed him to escort you onto the dance floor.

I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

Wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying slowly to the music you rested your face against his chest and enjoyed the peace of the moment. Or, at least you tried to.

As soon as your nose brushed his blue button up your senses were invaded with some sort of expensive oriental perfume, meant to be subtle with rose and jasmine. But judging from the way your nose burned, whoever had been wearing it must have been wearing a whole bottle for the residual left on his clothes to be so strong. Nothing like the one or two spritzes of understated wildflower perfumes you preferred. 

Fighting the urge to gag at the overpowering scent, you looked up over his shoulder in an attempt to get some fresh air. Instead you were confronted by lipstick stains on the edge of his collar. Bright pink lipstick stains, which couldn’t possibly be yours, because you would never wear a color that garish. 

Suddenly you no longer felt like dancing, and as the song’s outro played you decided to give him one more chance to explain himself after the party. If he couldn’t do that, then the two of you were done. Looking up into his eyes you gave him a forced smile, a small part of you screaming that this was going to be the last time the two of you danced like this.

As the music dies, something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen

And all its sad good-byes

After the song ended Gojo watched you walk away, unsettled by the finality in your eyes. Had you figured it out? Did you know where he had been before the party? Who was he kidding of course you had. As much as the two of you had danced around the obvious truth for months he knew that you knew. He had fallen in love with your quick wits and intelligence. There was no way you hadn’t put two and two together.

But despite forgotten dates, the nights he came home late or not at all, the perfume that wasn’t yours clinging to his skin, he dared to hope that you would just keep pretending not to know. That things could stay the way they were. If only you weren’t so smart.

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool

Walking across the room you mingled with the guests, accepting birthday wishes and engaging in small talk. Heading over to the bar, you got a refill on your drink and leaned against the bar sipping it. You heaved a sigh, wishing the entire thing was over and that you could just go home. A large warm hand placed on your shoulder interrupted your stewing, causing you to turn around.

“Oh! Geto! Hi! I wasn’t expecting you to come. How are you?” You were surprised to see none other than your boyfriend’s best friend, Geto Suguru. The large man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly at your surprise.

“Sorry, I was in the area and decided to drop by. I’m doing okay, but actually I’m here to ask you that. I’m really sorry about what Satoru did. It was fucked up. How are you doing with the breakup? I may be his best friend but just know that I’m always here for you-”

“Wait, what? The breakup?” You were confused. You hadn’t even told your best friends about your plans to confront Satoru, seeing as you had only made up your mind a few minutes ago.  “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean?’ We had a conversation and Satoru promised me-” Realization lit up in his dark eyes. “He didn’t do it, did he? Oh that son of a-” He stops, looking at you guiltily.

“Listen, I’m really sorry. You should hear it from him. I gotta go now.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut.

From across the room, Gojo watched his friend leave, knowing that whatever had just happened between the two of you could not not have been good. Not wanting to obsess over what Suguru could have said, he turned away and jumped into a conversation. Whatever was said had been said already. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment.

Time can never mend

The careless whispers of a good friend

If he had watched a few seconds longer he would have seen you shake yourself then chase after his friend, looking for answers. Darting around guests and avoiding dancing couples you caught up to Geto just outside of the building.

“Wait!” You yelled, hurrying to catch up with him. “You can’t just leave like that! I need to know what you mean.”

Not turning, Geto shook his head. “Trust me on this one. You don’t want to know. Let him tell you. I’ll make sure he does, but you shouldn’t hear this from me.”

“I’m pretty sure I already know.” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “He’s cheating on me, right? Listen, I need to know. I’m probably going to break up with him tonight. So it doesn’t matter anyways. Just tell me.”

Rubbing his face with one hand he sighed and chuckled without humor. “Of course you know. Jesus this whole situation is so fucked up.” He turned around and looked at you properly.

“Let’s go find somewhere to sit. This might take a little while.”

To the heart and mind

Ignorance is kind

Geto had left a couple of minutes ago, leaving you sitting on a sidewalk bench organizing your thoughts. Fighting the urge to cry, you were unsure why the pain in your chest was so sharp. You had been almost positive, he was cheating on you, so why did it hurt so bad to have your suspicions confirmed? It wasn’t like the knowledge was anything new to you.

Maybe it was because you now knew that the woman was the daughter of a wealthy family close to the Gojos. Maybe it was because you knew that it had been going on for months, and when Geto found out he had made Satoru promise to either end things with the other girl or break up with you. Maybe it was knowing that after making that promise Geto had found him with the other woman again, leading him to assume Satoru had broken up with you. 

Whatever it was, it fucking hurt. Letting out a small sob, you clutched your chest feeling your heart break. Unable to stop the tears from spilling over your waterline you opened your phone and texted him that you knew before you could back out.

But as you wiped your face and headed back to the party because you would be damned if you let him ruin your night, a small part of you wished you hadn’t discovered the truth.

There's no comfort in the truth

Pain is all you'll find

After receiving your text, Satoru watched the entrance intensely, waiting for you to return. The second you step through the door he locks eyes with you, gesturing towards the outside, mouthing that he wanted to talk.

Instead of turning around and walking back outside so the two of you could talk like he had expected, you just strolled into the party and joined a group of your friends. Whipping out his phone, he tried to send you a text, only to discover that he had been blocked.

Then the panic set in as he started trying to make his way towards you. But at that moment a popular song came on over the speakers, and the crowd became rowdy, making it impossible for him to get to you. It was like the crowd was against him, pushing him back towards the edge of the dance floor instead of across it to where you were.

Didn’t they understand that he needed to get to you? That he need to explain himself? He wishes the crowd would just disappear. That it was just you and him, with nothing else in the way.

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

As he continues to scan the crowd for you, he finally catches sight of you dancing with your friends, laughing and singing along to the song. Shouting your name, he waves frantically, but the venom in your eyes when they meet his make his voice die out. 

Maybe it was for the better that the two of you didn’t talk right then. You didn’t seem like you were in a place where you would be able to talk reasonably. Turning, he decided to head out for the night and give you the space you so clearly needed. He would just talk to you tomorrow.

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

The next day when he went to your place to talk, Satoru was greeted by a box of all of his things sitting outside of your apartment and a post-it note declaring that the two of you were over. And despite all of his screaming and pleading and banging on the door, you didn’t come out that day. Or the next. Or the one after that.

Now it’s been months, and he’s given up on winning you back. It’s clear you have no interest in hearing him out. And in those three months he had come to realize just how much you had meant to him. You were his better half, the one he truly loved. The other woman he had cheated on you with couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

If only he hadn’t been such an idiot. Maybe if he hadn’t been so conceited and cocky he would have seen the value in what the two of you shared and the two of you would still be together. Maybe the two of you would have spent the rest of your lives in happiness together. But that’s not what happened, and now he was all alone. 

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?

Years had passed, and he was still alone. At first he had tried dating to get over you, but after realizing that the first girl had a similar smile to you, the second had the same shade eyes as you, the third your hair color, he stopped. 

It didn’t matter how hard he subconsciously tried to find girls to replace you. None of them were ever going to be you. And the guilt he harbored over the way he treated you would follow him into the grave. He lost the best thing that ever happened to him. There was no recovering from that.

And I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

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here me out.. gojo fic abt the song tell your girlfriend by lay banks. something like having a crush on gojo and he likes reader too but reader and gojo are with other people. idc who readers boyfriend is🫣

WC: 1.7k

CW: alcohol consumption (all characters of age), swearing, cheating (see above ask for details), female pronouns (reader referred to as girlfriend), not beta read AT ALL, reader is a bit of a crybaby lol

Note: thanks for sending an ask in emi!!! also, this song is fire i was literally jamming the entire time i was writing. also, sorry if you wanted this to be more true to the vibe of the song. i kind of interpreted it my own way and rolled with it lmao

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You loved your boyfriend, right? You had only been dating four months, but you wouldn’t have dated someone if you didn’t have feelings for him. Sure, he could be a little aloof, and a little rude, but he had his moments when he was sweet and caring. So why did you find yourself thinking of someone else?

During the day when the sun was out and you were thinking rationally you could convince yourself that you truly cared for him, but at night under the low lighting of the bar all bets were off. When you were a few shots past tipsy and your thinking was slowed, why did another face keep coming to mind.? 

Initially, I wouldn't do this

Hennessy pourin' and shit gettin' fluid

And you never intended to cheat. And you definitely never intended to fall for your best friend who was also dating someone else. But when you spent time with him, or when he shot a flirtatious wink from across the room he ignited a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. A swarm of butterflies that went into hibernation when you were around your boyfriend.

You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t feel the way you did, but with the heavy beat of the bass coursing through you and cognac warming your insides your traitorous heart finally decided what it was Gojo Satoru made you feel. Desire. And…love. Oh shit, that wasn’t good.

Suddenly feeling a bit ill, you waved your concerned friend off and staggered outside to get some fresh air. Taking deep gulps of fresh air, you stepped into an alley to get some privacy so you could collect your thoughts. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to ward off the chill of the night seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes.

As you stand there shivering, your thoughts are interrupted by a warm jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. Spinning around, you find yourself face to face with the one person you absolutely did not want to see at the moment. Confronted by the appearance of your best friend, you can’t help but start crying. It’s stupid, you know, but as soon as you lay eyes on him the shock of your realization wears off and your emotions kick in.

“Oh my god, hey, are you okay?” He panics, grabbing your shoulders and peering into your face concerned. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong??”

His care only serves to make you cry harder. Why? Why did he have to be like this? Couldn’t he just be a bad friend and ignore you? It would be so much easier that way. Unsure what to do, he pulls you into a hug, patting you on the back.

“Hey. It’s okay. I got you. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You can't take it anymore. You both are dating other people, and you are definitely finding too much comfort in his arms. Pushing him away, you avert your gaze.

“You, okay? You’re my problem. Can you just leave me alone please?”

His brow furrows. “What do you mean ‘me?’ Did I do something? Also, I’m not leaving you outside by yourself at this time of night. Please, can’t you just talk to me? Whatever I did I-”

“I just realized I’m in love with you, okay?!” Your voice rings out in the stillness of the alley, and you clap your hands over your mouth, horrified. “Wait, I-”

You’re cut off by him gently taking your face in his hands and slotting his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet; filled with years of longing and suppressed feelings pouring from each of you. It feels like home. It feels like love. It feels right, but you know it isn’t. Pushing him back, you stare at him wide-eyed, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“What…what was that?”

We was just friends, but then came in Cupid

The tension was buildin', we had to pursue it

“I like you too.” He blurts in lieu of answering your question. Then he pauses and corrects himself. “Actually I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

Unsure of what to do or say, you just start laughing, because the two of you were idiots. You were best friends who supposedly knew everything about each other. Except for the fact that you were each in love with the other, apparently. Oh my god you were in love with your best friend and he was in love with you. Your laughter became tinged with hysteria as you remembered that you had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. 

Tears filled your waterline. “Oh my god Toru what are we doing? I have a boyfriend!! And you have a girlfriend! We can’t be doing this…”

“Why not?” He gently cups your face in his palms and brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “Break up with your boyfriend. Be with me. My girlfriend isn’t a problem. She’s known about my feelings for you from the start. She’s in love with someone else too and we’ve just been using each other as a distraction. There’s nothing in our way.”

Standing in that alley with his vivid blue eyes on yours, you couldn’t help but believe him. What if he was right. What if the two of you really were meant to be?”

What it's been with us this whole time

Taking a deep breath, you step back, and out of his reach. If you were going to think about this rationally, you couldn’t be so close to him. You push your hair back out of your eyes and tilt your head back. He watches you from where he is, knowing that you need space to sort out your emotions and thoughts. After a few minutes you turn back to him.

“Alright. The first thing I’m going to do is break up with my boyfriend and apologize. After that, I’m not sure. I don’t want to make you any promises, because I’m not really sure of anything. The only thing I know is that I won’t be able to live with myself if I don't break up with him, because he doesn’t deserve to be hurt or deceived. Okay?”

“That’s fine.” Satoru says simply, looking at you with so much affection it hurts. “I’ve waited for you so long, a little while longer isn’t going to do me any harm.”

Your eyes soften. “Thanks. Now, I’m going to head back in, okay?” He steps aside, allowing you to pass. Heading back into the party, you feel nauseous, but you head up to your boyfriend.

Because if you ever want to be with Satoru, your relationship can’t start with deception.

'Cause I don't wanna live a lie, lie, lie

An hour and one extremely difficult conversation later found you sitting on a park bench with your head in your hands crying. Surprisingly, your now ex-boyfriend had been very understanding and kind about it. While he was clearly hurt and holding back tears, he had told you that he just wanted you to be happy, and that he was okay with it.

After reassuring you that he wasn’t angry, he hugged you one last time, wished you well, and walked away. Unable to stop crying, you were overwhelmed by a sense of relief, but at the same time guilt. So you had told your boyfriend. What now?

Should tell my boyfriend what I been doin'

The weeks after your breakup were tough. You told Satoru you needed time to yourself, because even though you logically knew that you shouldn’t feel bad, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. You felt like if you started dating him now, it would be unfair to your ex, and that you should at least wait a little while.

You also discussed the matter of his girlfriend, and decided that it was okay for him to remain with her until you were ready, as the two of them were friends and he was helping her make her crush jealous. You didn’t mind him helping her, especially since you were making him wait and overcomplicating things.

You told Gojo as much, and decided that for the time being the two of you would remain friends until you were ready. You just needed a little time to figure yourself out. But you knew that you wanted to be with him. Just not right that second.

Took a break, had to focus on some me time

We can keep it low-key for the meantime

A couple months passed, and you went on with your life. Everything was normal, and you tried to push your thought of Satoru away, preferring to procrastinate on talking to him as long as possible. 

Until one night, when you were cleaning your room and found a box of photos from your high school days with him. Going through them, you felt a sense of nostalgia, and affection. And suddenly you missed him. You missed him so bad it hurt. You needed him by your side, and you needed him as more than a friend.

Hit by this revelation, you sat there for a moment, stunned, before leaping up and grabbing your car keys. Driving well above the speed limit, you rushed to his house and banged on his door. Was it sometime after midnight? Yes. Did you really care? No.

You heard his groggy voice say something about waiting one moment, then the door swung open. And there he stood, right in front of you in all his sleepy glory. But as soon as his eyes landed on you they widened and all traces of sleep disappeared from them.

“[Y/N]! What are you doing here? It’s-” You interrupt him, tears already pouring down your face as you beam up at him.

“I love you. I’m ready to be your girlfriend now.”

Go tell your girlfriend that I'm your girlfriend (oh, oh)

ع｡˖⁺"𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘"

ಌ including: s. gojo x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

a/n: fluff prompt from @nightprompts

location: khalid

theres nothing toru loves more than being able to wake up next to your adorable sleeping face, messy bed hair, a tiny circle of drool stained on your pillow. You've said many times before you don't look exactly 'breathtaking' with bed hair and slight bags under your eyes, but to gojo you look just as beautiful as a sunset.

Part of him wonders if he should wake you up or let you sleep in a bit more, but everytime without fail during his thought process your eyes end up fluttering open to see toru smiling looking down at you. "Good morning sleeping beauty.", dream about me last night?" Rolling your eyes, you shuffled closer burying your face in his chest, mumbling a "You wish." Faking a pout he complained in a whiny voice, "Isn't normal to be wanting your s/o to dream of you? I dream about you every night you know.."

You giggled, looking up to kiss his nose. "I'm kidding toru, I did dream about you. You wanna explain to me why you hid all my favorite pillows around the house?" He smiled softly admiring your features as he looked down at you, "Probably because I wanted you to use me as a pillow."

"Even in my dreams your petty gosh.."

"You know you love it."

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 I 𝐒.𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

୨୧— including: s.gojo x fem!reader

୨୧— genre: fluff

sneaks up behind you and whispers in your ear gojo loves teasing the hell out of you, and he also loves surprising you. So he waits specifically until your cooking or reading and sneaks up behind you before whispering a soft, “Boo.” He loves seeing you forget your page/add too much of something into the food.

how he says goodmorning to you as most of you know gojo is a hopeless romantic, he knows his voice sends shivers down your spine. So when you felt his arms wrap around your waist and press a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Goodmorning baby, dream of me?” His kiss causing butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

purposely gives you hickeys before you both go out satoru gets jealous fairly easily, he knows you love him and him alone but he likes making that fact known to other prying eyes. So right before you grab your purse he’ll walk up behind you and place a hickey on the side of your neck, biting down a little as he makes sure the mark is very noticeable. If you make any noise he’ll smirk before whispering, “Does my pretty girl want more~?

picks out dresses and outfits in a soft blue or cream gojo loves his baby looking her best, so dont be surprised when your both going out to a party and he lays out a cocktail dress matched his eye color. “Hey toru?” “Yes princess?” “Did you buy this for me?” “Of course baby, you would look abosoluetly stunning in that.” Smirking down at you he’ll lean down to your level and whisper in your ear, “Go ahead and try that on for me so i can see doll~”

groans/moans when you massage his head, gojo has some sensitive spots though they are very hard to locate. But once you its all over, so when satoru relaxed between his in between your thighs and your hands found purchase in his hair you were surprised to hear a slight moan. “Keep doing that princess— feels so good..”

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Thigh Riding 🔞

🎃 Prof!Gojo x Student!Fem!Reader (college) 🎃

TW: thigh riding, Gojo being a little mean, praise, licking, some biting, reader being punished a little, use of a pet name, reader gets called a slut.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Normally, it was seen as taboo for a student to be in any sort of relationship with their professor that wasn’t strictly for educational purposes. However, no one really suspected anything when it came to you and Professor Gojo. As far as the other university students could tell, he treated you like he would with any of his other students. No one noticed the occasional glances he would send your way, or how his hands would linger just a bit longer against yours when handing back a graded assignment. Everyone knew oh so little of how close the two of you really were.

It was the usual Saturday night, and Satoru busied himself with grading the latest pop quiz he issued to his classes. The sound of his red marker against paper was drowned out by your soft moans as you gripped his shoulders harshly. Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as you dragged your needy cunt across his thigh, though he paid no mind to you. At least for now. 

It drove you mad at the way he ignored you to grade papers that he could have easily taken care of tomorrow, but you knew why he did it. You stood him up last night. He had an entire night out planned for the both of you, yet you blew him off in favor of partying with friends. Satoru wasn’t happy about it at all, but you didn’t know he would punish you like this. “Toru,” you whined, but he continued ignoring you and graded papers. You huffed and leaned your face close to his neck before letting your tongue drag down the side of it. This usually got his attention, but tonight it seemed to have the opposite effect. “Pay attention to me.” 

“No,” he replied coldly. His baby blues cut down at you, staring at you for a mere moment before he focused back on grading assignments. “If you want to get off that badly, then you’re going to have to do it yourself.” 

You frowned. “Fine.” Your hands immediately went to the zipper of his jeans, but you only got them unzipped halfway before his hand grabbed hold of both of your wrists. “Toru-.” 

“Yourself,” he reminded, his voice still cold. Your lips pursed in response, and your hands went back to his shoulders after he let go of you. The man watched you for another moment before he went back to his work, and you let out a frustrated sigh before grinding yourself against his thigh. It was clear to you that he had no intention of fucking you tonight, or even helping you out. You were completely on your own, and it frustrated you, and you knew for a fact that he knew it. 

Once again, your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as your cunt slid across his thigh. His jeans provided a good enough friction to bring you just a little bit of pleasure, but you knew it wasn’t enough. It never was, which was why he usually helped you. However, without his assistance, you really didn’t know if you’d be able to cum tonight or not. The only way to find out was to try, but it was so tedious, especially when he wouldn’t pay any attention to you. 

Your hips gyrated in a slow motion on his thigh before you slid them forward. The rough material of his jeans brushed against your clit, causing you to softly moan, but the man ignored it. Satoru continued scribbling, marking paper after paper while you used his thigh to your absolute pleasure. Your tongue clicked in annoyance as your body shifted to move away. “If you’re not going to pay any attention to me, then I’ll just leave.” 

Papers rustled and, before you could even get up off him, his hands gripped your hips and brought you back down. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, “not until you’ve cum on my thigh, by yourself.” 

“I can’t-.” 

“You can and you will.” His baby blues narrowed at you, causing you to frown in response. “If you put as much focus into it as you do your assignments, you can do it.” You huffed and moved your hips in that same motion as before, grinding against his thigh. Satoru watched you intently, his eyes trained on the small, damp spot on his jeans that came from your cunt. “There we go,” he cooed softly, “good girl.” 

He was focused more on you and less on his grading now. “Does this mean you’re finished with those papers?” You asked. 

A small hum came from his lips in response, and his fingers gently dug themselves into your hips. “Mm, don’t worry about that. Just focus on what you’re doing.” He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours for a split second before looking back down. The man observed your movements like he normally did, but he made no effort to help you. You bucked your hips forward and his eyes lit up as a small whine fell from your lips. “You’re a little whinier tonight.” 

Granted you were always whiny, especially when he made you beg for his cock, but tonight felt different. “Maybe if someone would help me, I wouldn’t whine so much,” you told him. 

His jaw clenched at your words. “If someone didn’t stand me up last night, I would be more inclined to help.” 

“I told you days before-.” 

“I told you a week ago that I had something planned for us,” he huffed out, cutting you off from speaking. His hands tightened their grip on your hips, and you winced slightly from it. “You must reap what you sowed, kitten.” 

His thigh moved and a part of the fabric of his pants brushed roughly against your clit, causing you to moan out. Satoru’s lips spread out into a teasing smirk before he moved his thigh again, eliciting the same noise from your pretty lips. "Toru,” you moaned his name, causing him to suddenly move your hips forward, dragging your now soaked cunt against him. A pleasurable spark shot up your body as he did, and your grip on his shoulders tightened. 

“Ah, look at how wet you’ve gotten in such a short time,” he teased. He kept one hand on your hip while the other cupped your face and brought it closer to his. “All it took was one night. One night without my touch, and you’ve become such a slut for it.” 

His words were almost enough to make you regret going out and partying with your friends. Almost. Still, you couldn’t deny the truth in them. One night without Satoru left your body craving him, but you knew he wasn’t going to give in so easily. Not when you bailed on his plans like that. This was supposed to be your punishment, but was it really a punishment if it was this enjoyable? 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, to which he chuckled. He then turned your face to the side and pressed a few teasing kisses on your cheek before trailing down your neck a bit. The sensation caused your body to shudder as you slowly fucked yourself on his thigh. The man knew it felt good. He felt the way your body shuddered with his tongue, and he took it up a notch. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your neck before he bit down, and his ears savored the way you moaned in response to it. 

Satoru bit down a little harder, garnering another moan from your pretty lips as your cunt rode his thigh faster and faster now. He groaned, feeling his cock strain itself against the confines of not only his boxers, but his jeans as well. As much as he wanted to just bend you over and fuck you full of his cum, he wasn’t going to. No. You were going to do all the work yourself. If you wanted to cum that badly, then you were going to do it without his help. His mouth soon removed itself from your neck, leaving a string of saliva that connected his lips to your flesh, and turned your head around so that you looked directly at him. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, “you know that, right?” You stared at him with half-lidded eyes as you nodded. “Good girl,” he smiled, “and you know that I love you, right, kitten?” Once again you nodded, and his smile broadened. His lips then crashed against yours in a messy kiss, his hand that cupped your face tightening its grip only slightly while the other coaxed your hips to move faster. 

The pleasure started getting to the point where it was too much. You didn’t think you would be able to reach your high like this, but you assumed that he had, in a way, helped you get there. His tongue pushed past your lips, exploring every little inch of your mouth before it rubbed against your tongue. You missed his taste, and he knew it, which was why he quickly deepened the kiss, and you almost thought he was going to tongue your throat with how far his tongue reached. 

Such a thought, coupled with the immense pleasure of fucking yourself on his thigh, was enough to bring you over the edge. Your back arched and, as you pulled away from the kiss, a small cry ripped from your throat as a wave of warmth washed over your body. Satoru felt your orgasm and held you in place while your pussy drenched his thigh with your juices, soaking the fabric with them. He grinned and held your trembling body close to him, both arms wrapped around you in a secure hold. 

“See? I told you that you could do it yourself.” Satoru kissed your forehead as he gently rubbed your back with one hand. “Now, promise me that you won’t blow me off again.” 

It sounded more like a command than him simply asking, but your brain felt too hazy to dwell on it for long. Your head gave a slow nod as your body leaned against his. “I promise,” you said, eyes closing as your body still trembled lightly from your orgasm. 

“Good, because I’d hate to have to really punish you if you do.” 

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 😂😂)

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you, even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And Oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"

If you're reading this, it means you're the hottest person of the whole universe and multiverse and I wish Gojo would fall in love with you 🙌🛐

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"who is the biggest whimpere-"

This. This mf right here.

Like...you can't tell me he doesn't at least whimper and try to cover it up with the back of his hand when he's got you in a mating press and the tip is in-...oh no, I'm rambling!~

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*This post is from my C.ai character.

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Back Home...

Husband!Satoru Gojo x Spouse!Reader

Cold. Cold. Cold.

That's all he could feel. Sat on a bench in the park close to Tokyo Jujutsu High, a school he once adored. Now it felt empty. No Nanami to bother, no Megumi or Nobara and Yuji had long taken a break from it all too. After all, he had to recover.

Gojo couldn't help but let out a sigh. Nothing was the same and he didn't like this change. He had lost so many people and he would lose another one if he didn't go home soon. So, with a still heavy heart he stands up from the wooden bench, legs weak as he walked away.

The small curses he would encounter during his way back then were almost invisible to him now. Cold alleyways, sleepless nights and a worn-out heart. That was his daily combo until now.

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One knock, two. The oak door of his house creaked open and a familiar face was seen through the crack. Finally. As soon as the door was open he falls into his arms, tired out. He was supposed to be strong, yes. But after losing almost everyone he knew, being put back together after being tore in two by Sukuna like a mere Kit-Kat, it mattered less then it ever would.

Soon his hands found your waist, holding you as close as humanly possible. You, his partner, could only cradle and reassure him while running your fingers through his surprisingly still-snow-white hair.

...

He did it.

Gojo Satoru was finally home.

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Falling to Temptation |Pt.1

Priest! Gojo x Succubus! Reader

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After a long day of administering the sacrament, teaching and overall assisting in missionary work as the Father of his holy church, Gojo had taken a seat in his rectory, reading a book in his hands about the many kinds of religion.

You, however, were watching him from Hell, it wasn’t sure what your intentions or thoughts were of Gojo. But all you know for sure: You enjoy stoic men, and he was exactly that.

You were fascinated by how he can keep his head high with his expression unchangingly neutral. He was one cold man that isn’t easily swayed by others nor his own emotion. You wanted to drive his gears, to absolutely gain the objectory of pissing this man off. It exhilarated you.

So you decide to summon to where he is, of course.

A low chuckle could be heard in the room as all candles and lights were turned off. Then a clawed hand presses on his thigh.

He feels the sudden presence, his eyes flickering up from the book, his gaze piercing through you with an icy stare. He doesn't react, not moving a muscle, his hand continues to hold the book, his finger marking the page before setting it down on a table. He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of a reaction.

He arches a brow, not breaking eye contact with you, his hypnotizing blue eyes not giving nothing away.

"Oh, you're spoiling me with your silence, Priest.~" a sultry voice whispers in his ear. His Adams apple bobs as he gulps, feeling hot everywhere.

Gojo's expression hardens slightly, his jaw clenching, but he maintains his composure. He speaks in a low, calm voice, "I am a man of God, not a plaything. I suggest you remove your hand."

"Oh no, whatever shall I do?~" your tone is mocking as you trace a finger down to his crotch before resting your palm on it.

Gojo's breath hitches slightly as your hand makes contact with his crotch, his muscles tensing. He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, "I-I warned you once, now I'm telling you again. Remove. Your. Hand."

A low sinister chuckle vibrates through the room before he finds his limbs locked to where they were resting. A spell, a hex of some sort.

"You should've made your move first."

Gojo's body goes rigid with the threat, his face contorted in a mix of frustration and anger. His eyes bore into yours, filled with unspoken words and unsaid threats.

His eyes flash with anger, but he's powerless to do anything as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and lower his zipper. His breathing grows heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Don't." You only grin at his poor attempt at making you back down.

His body trembles as you reach into his pants and pull out his cock your touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He tries to resist, but he's completely under your control. His eyes are filled with shame and humiliation, but also a spark of desire.

"Such a pretty sight, aren't ya, Priest?" You exclaim after ruining his hair and cutting his cheek with one of your sharp claws. As Gojo watched the small amount of blood that oozed out he almost missed how your thumb went to press on his tip, circling the slit. Almost.

He grits his teeth, his face turning red. He struggles against the spell, but it's no use. Gojo can only watch as you admire his helpless state, his cock standing at attention-the tip red and leaking precum-despite his efforts to resist. "Shut up...you...wicked demon..."

You laugh and pout, faking offense. "Awe~ Come on, dont act like that... You're hurting my feelings!~" Still pouting, you wrap your hand around his shaft, giving it a good squeeze and enjoying the whimper that falls from Gojo's lips.

His head falls back, a low groan escaping his lips as you start moving your hand up and down, finding all the sensitive veins. He tries to speak, but the words catch in his throat, replaced by a sharp gasp. His body shudders, and he can feel himself slipping further and further under your spell. "Stop..." he mutters weakly, not knowing if he meant it or not himself.

"Feelin' a lil doubtful aren't we, Priest?~" you find yourself speeding your hand and easing the spell just to hear the sinful but oh so beautiful whimpers fall from his lips.

His breathing grows ragged, his face contorted in a mask of shame and pleasure. He tries to hold back, to resist the sensation, but it's no use. His body betrays him, his hips bucking forward to meet your touch. "Please...stop..." "I can't...ngh!"

"What's wrong, Priest? Begging already?" You weren't complaining though, that much was clear.

He lets out a strangled cry, his eyes rolling back in his head as you suck his balls. "Haah...hnnngh!!~" Your tongue was doing an expert job, licking and swirling around them. His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper as he struggles to remember verses from the Bible he once vowed not to break. "I...am...the...priest...of...the...holy...church...I will not...bend...to... Ah!~ Fuuckkk!!"

The chuckle that leaves you was almost breathless as you drink in the view before you. The once stoic priest turned to putty in your hands. Snow white hair disheveled, marvelous blue eyes pricked with tears, lips parted open with moans and whines coming out as if he were singing them to you.

You lean your head down, pulling his foreskin down to reveal the swollen, burning red tip of his aching cock, and then taking it into your mouth. His self control ebbed away with each touch your tongue left on him and Gojo could feel his cock throb. A whimper escaped his lips as he glanced down and he swore he could cum right then and there.

You were playing with your clit, slick dripping down on the floor as your tail thrusted in and out you. As you take him into your mouth, his hands ball into fists and all words of protest he had earlier faded away, leaving him a blabbering mess.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee!!~ 'm so close! Fuuuuckkk...ooh, right thERe!!"

He was big, veiny and the girth made your jaw ache. You struggled to put him whole in your mouth but when his tip hit the back of your throat and your nose was being tickled by his pubic hair, you felt satisfied with your work. Your head was a blur, moving in an inhumane speed and only then did Gojo's facade break completely.

Broken moans and loud, pitiful whimpers left his mouth everytime your throat constricted around him while you gagged. His eyes rolled back into his head, lips pursued then opened again in a silent scream as he shut his eyes tight. Embarrassingly soon, you felt warm spurts of cum in your throat and you pulled back, letting them fall on your tongue and breasts. The holy man was reduced to a panting, whimpering mess at only your mouth.

His gaze follows the movement of your hand as it wraps around his softening cock, his eyes wide as he watches you swallow his cum. A shudder runs through him, and he buries his face in one of his hands, his voice muffled as he speaks. "Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck...what have you done to me?"

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I wanted to do this a two-part bc its too long so...enjoy!!♥︎

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