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the past and the present | gojo satoru x black! fem reader

ʚĭɞೃ author’s note: i’ve seen so many dad head-cannon posts so it gave me this fic idea, i might do a part two depending on how you guys like this.

ʚĭɞೃ description/warnings: 5,000+ words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby, used like once), smut with plot, toxic gojo?, creampie, slight degrading, unprotected sex, profanity, dad gojo, family outing, gojo’s a ceo, modern! au, angst, minors are not allowed!

“i saw y/n today," said megumi — one of satoru’s interns, as he sat down in the chair across gojo’s desk. “and she had a kid with her, a kid with the same exact hair color and eyes as you” he finished looking into gojo’s eyes. satoru’s body went still as he remembered the last interaction you guys had before you and he ended up not talking for five years.

“toru- please, it’s too much” you whined, gripping the sheets as his cock slipped in and out of you from the side.

“take it, baby, take it like the good slut i know you are,” he whispered in your ear with his massive hands wrapped around your throat. his words caused you to cry out even louder. with one of his hands wrapped around your neck, his other hand reached over to rub your swollen clit. “fu-uck”, you cried out meeting each of gojos thrust with your hips. “it’s so big”, you gasped.

satoru removed his fingers from your clit to move your braids away from your face. he turned your face towards him so he could see what faces his cock had you making. tears were falling down from your cheeks because how good he was fucking you. “don’t cry baby, this is what you wanted, you like getting fucked like a slut, huh?”

you nodded your head but satoru wasn’t satisfied. he tightened his grip around your neck which casued you to gasp. “answer me.”

“y-yes, i like it”, you whimpered.

“good fucking girl.”

satoru knew you were reaching your climax from the way your walls were clenching around his cock. “you feel so good, y/n” he moaned out as he began to slow his pace so he could last longer. “don’t ever let anyone besides me feel how fucking wet and good this shit is, okay,” he grunted out in your ear. “this”, he said, tracing the outline of your cunt, “will forever be for me," he whispered in your ear as he tightened the grip around your throat, causing your moans to escape rigidly.

“it’s yo-urs sato-ru; my pussy is all yo-urs,” you moaned, feeling yourself reach your climax. each time satoru entered your cunt, you got wetter and wetter,he was going to miss this, but satoru knew you were just too dangerous to be around. satoru's pace quickened, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips. he knew you were cumming by the way you were clenching around his cock. “i-i’m about to cum fuck”, mewled satoru. “c-cum inside me please; i wanna feel it inside me, please,” you cried out due to overstimulation.

when you look back, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it felt right in the moment. the way his cum filled your cunt caused you to let out a weak moan. as satoru spilled his cum into you, he realized you softened him; you made him not afraid to love again, and he couldn't stand it. so he dealt with these unknown emotions the only way he knew how, and that was by pushing you away.

with his dick still semi-hard, he mustered up enough strength to deal you the final blow that would leave your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“you’re a nuisance, y/n; you’re so fucking needy, and i don’t mind because you take my cock the best,” he said coldly. “out of all the pussy i had, yours is the wettest and it makes me feel the best; that’s probably why i kept you around for so long,” he said, tracing kisses along the back of your neck.

at his harsh words, you shove his naked body away from you with tears streaming down your face. the sight of you crying because of something he said had gojo’s heart clenching, but it was for the best. "get out, get out of my fucking apartment now; you used me just like everyone else; I fucking opened up to you, and you throw me away like some kind of whore," you screamed at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “get out, please,” you said, turning away from him because the thought of him seeing you cry for him made your stomach turn.

when you heard the front door of your apartment shut you cried harder than you ever had in your life. in your mind you knew satoru was going to pull away from you soon, but you didn’t know he was going to hurt you like this. you just wished you could hold on to his presence a little longer, the one that was kind, soft, and wasn’t scared to love.

“where did you see her?” satoru asked slowly.

“at target, the one closest to the zenin inc.’s main building”

“fuck”, satoru said rubbing his face. “let my assistant know i’ll be out for a while, okay”.

“what did you get yourself into, you hurt her and now you’re going to just waltz back into her life”, megumi scolded.

“we have a fucking kid from what i’m hearing. so, that all goes out the window, i know i hurt her, and i regret it every fucking day”.

megumi stood there shocked because this was one of the few times satoru wasn’t in a silly mood, he was serious. he’d known satoru for almost all his life, he practically raised him and he’d rarely see this side of him.

satoru dialed up the one person he knew for sure would be able to help him. “what do you want, satoru?”, nanami replied. satoru chuckled at nanami’s annoyance, “i need you to find an address for me”. “i’m not even going to question you, what’s the name?”

“y/n l/n, text it to me when you find it”, satoru responded before ending the call to avoid questioning.

the gojo family would not be happy about satoru having a kid out of wedlock and ruining the family business’s reputation , but he could care less. satoru had a kid, a kid who he’s missed about four years of their life. the fact that you were a different race from satoru would cause even more of an uproar with the gojo family. they were so stuck in their ignorant ways and wouldn’t be surprised if they told him he should’ve had a kid with someone his own race at least.

almost everyday satoru had thought back to the day he broke your heart, thinking about if he wasn’t so scared where would you two be right now. satoru finally had an excuse to talk to you and he would find a way to get you back. it might be selfish but he didn’t care, you were the one person that didn’t see him as a way to get quick fame. the time you spent together were time he was the happiest. he loved hearing you laugh, moan, and talk. you were the best thing that ever happened to him you treated him like a normal person instead of the god his family thought of him to be.

gojo’s phone dinged with a notification from nanami indicating that he did indeed find the address. he made his way to his all black porsche and followed the directions that his phone spoke to get him to y/n’s place.

love is a two-edged sword—it can either bring you happiness or bring you to your demise, and you learned that the hard way.

when satoru broke your heart, you spiraled down a dark path; you didn’t want to eat or get out of bed.

it was like that for a while before you realized you were pregnant with his child. when you found out, you cried and cried until tears couldn’t find their way out of your eyes anymore—you were tired. your best friend, iori grew sick and tired of watching you mope around and scheduled your appointment with a doctor. she made sure you ate and searched for a job for you so that you could support your unborn child. without her, you were ultimately positive that you wouldn’t be where you are now.

"you have to tell him y/n, and that says a lot coming from me," iori said softly, rubbing your back as you puked into the toilet.

“i know, i know, i’m going to text him now," you muttered.

to gojo: we have to talk, meet me at the coffee shop on 42nd street at 11am

gojo left you with no response, but you know he read it. “can you come with me, please, iori?" you whispered.

“ofc i can”

the next day, you did your morning routine and got dressed to meet with satoru. you were nervous, and you despised it; he shouldn't be able to instill these feelings in me after fucking your heart. once iori and you made it to the coffee shop, you spotted gojo sitting at a round table with his whore glasses on. “ugh”, you puffed out before making your way to take a seat at the table, satoru sat.

"I knew you were desperate, but this is insane." what did you call me here for? i’m not good for you. y/n stop texting me and forget calling me; forget i ever existed in your life," gojo spat at you. abruptly you stood from the chair you were sitting in and walked out the door and made your way to your car, forgetting iori accompanied you.

“what happened?" iori inquired as soon as you stepped into the car.

“he doesn’t want anything to do with the baby or me; he told me to forget he ever existed," you sobbed.

“that fucking asshole”, iori muttered.

"i'm sorry; you don't deserve that; you won't have to go through this alone," she said as she embraced you.

your daughter, gionna l/n was almost 5 now, and you adored every part of her. she made you happy, though she stressed you out sometimes.

“gigi baby, come so i can do your hair and you can go to school..”

“i'm coming, mommy," she responded, which made your heart swell.

“can i get two puff balls, please?" she begged with a puppy face, causing you to laugh.

"of course," you replied as she patted the pillow on the floor.

gionna made herself comfortable as you grabbed all the products and accessories you needed for her hair. you sprayed leave-in conditioner throughout her white-colored hair and began to detangle her hair section by section. you turned on spongebob to keep her occupied. “no bobos in your hair today?” you asked gionna.“no bobos, mommy," she said as she kept an eye on the 70-inch tv in the family room.

“close your eyes so i can show you the finished look cupcake”

like clockwork, gionna slapped her hands over her eyes. “okay you can look now," you said as you nudged her shoulders.

"yay so pretty, mommy, thank you," she gushed as she turned around to hug you.

“i love you gigi”, you whispered.

you heard a knock at your apartment door as those four words escaped her lips. you knew it wasn’t iori cause she worked in the morning on monday’s.

when you looked out the peephole, your whole body went still. “gigi can you go to your room for a second, please?"

“okay mommy," she said as she skipped to her room, leaving her toys scattered across the floor. once you opened the door, you were faced with the 6'4" bastard who broke you.

“what do you want, satoru?”, you spat. right now, you wish you wore something else to open the door besides your thin tank top and fluffy pajama shorts. you could feel your hard nipples showing through your shirt.

you noticed how satoru’s eyes were lingering on your chest, so you crossed your arms. “my eyes are up here, satoru, so hurry up and get out with it; i have somewhere to be."

“do we have a kid y/n and don’t lie to me”

“yeah, we do.”

“why didn’t you tell me?", he asked softly.

a loud laugh made it’s way past your lips when you heard those words. he couldn’t be serious, you thought. “why didn’t i tell you? are you serious? you told me to forget you ever existed, or did you forget?" y/n sneered as she glared at satoru. you saw him visibly cringe, and you didn’t care.

“what’s her name?" he replied.

“her name is gionna, gionna y/l/n."

“when can i meet her?" he begged. "i want to be in her life; i know you’ve already been through so much birthing her on your own, but i want to be here now, please," he begged.

“fine okay, here’s my number and we can talk about it some other time i have to take her to school and go to work”. you said handing him a sheet of paper with your number.

“and if you’re in her life don’t randomly one day decide she’s better off without you”, you said as you slammed the door. after you closed the door you let out the biggest breath. you couldn’t believe after five years he decided to get back in touch with you. how did he even find where you live? how did he even find out he had a daughter? you thought.

you might’ve lied to satoru about going to work today but that didn’t mean you weren’t busy. after you dropped gionna to school you were going to visit iori at work, she probably needed company in her office anyway.

“gigi baby you can come out now.”

“who was that mommy?” her blue eyes stared into your brown ones. you picked her up from the ground and sat her on your hip. “it was your daddy, and he wants to meet you soon, you excited?”, you questioned as you kissed her cheeks.

“yes! is he nice, mommy?”

"yes, he's a nice cupcake," you said as you wiped the side of her mouth with syrup from the pancakes she ate this morning.

“shit, you’re going to be late, gigi, let’s go," you said as you grabbed your mercedez keys from the counter.

“ou mommy said a bad word”, gigi said as she laughed.

after you dropped your daughter off at school, you made a quick stop at dunkin’ to grab iori and something to eat. when you finally made your way up to iori’s office, she was on the phone with a client. you sat down with her drink and bagel bites on her desk as she continued to discuss the matters of the house she was hoping to sell to her client.

you began to sip on your peach passion fruit refresher while scrolling through instagram. “hey, thanks for the food y/n”, iori said as she put her phone down. “no problem, i have something big to tell you.”

“what is it?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised. “satoru found out we have a kid, and he showed up at my apartment today before i was going to take gionna to school."

“no fucking way, it was probably one of his loud-mouthed interns who said something", iori said, as she sipped from her caramel macchiato.

“i don’t know who it was but it caught me so off guard, i hate the way he can still make me feel things after how badly he treated me.”

“it’s okay to feel that way, you guys were attached to the hip before what happened that night, don’t beat yourself up about it y/n.”

“i know, i know. i just thought i’d be over by now", you said, sighing.

“when is he going to meet her?”

“i’m free this friday, so i’m hoping we can do it that day and probably go to the aquarium or somewhere fun for kids.”

“that sounds great, i just hopes he’s healed and doesn’t pull no bullshit like he did with you.”

“i hope so too, let me call him right now while i have my emotional support with me.”

you take out your phone from your medium-sized black telfar bag and dial the number he gave you today. the phone rang four times before he picked it up.

“hi it’s y/n, i’m free friday for you to meet gionna are you available that day?”

"hi, and yes, I'll clear my calendar; what time?"

“friday, i was thinking three, we can go to the aquarium, gionna loves it there and she’ll feel more comfortable.”

“okay i’ll pick you guys up at 3.”

“wait i can drive there.”

“i know, but i want us to go together; plus, it’ll be easier if i’m driving, please," he said softly.

“um okay, i’ll see you friday call me if anything comes up.”

you wanted to punch him in the chest over and over for the way he treated 22-year-old you, but you pushed that urge aside. your daughter having a present father figure came first; you always wanted your children to have a present father figure because you never had that growing up. the fact that there was a slight chance that could become reality for gionna was enough for you to put your pride aside and try and make this co-parenting thing work.

before you knew it, it was friday and you were getting gionna and yourself ready to go to the aquarium. yesterday, you took the time to braid gionna’s white curly hair into plaits and added blue beads at the end of each braid to match her outfit for today. you picked out a two-piece outfit for her that consisted of a light blue sweatshirt with light blue plants. she insisted on wearing her light-up hello kitty shoes even though they didn’t go with her outfit.

it was chilly outside, so you settled on wearing something comfortable. you wore a striped brandy melville sweatshirt, a pair of abercrombie jeans, dark green high-top converse, and your dark green medium telfar bag. your kinky hair was in a high puff, making you appear a few years younger than you were. you decided on gold jewelry today since it made your skin pop more. as you were exiting your room, you quickly sprayed yourself with sol de janeiro 71.

“gigi come here and put this hat on; it’s chilly outside, cupcake," you said with her hello kitty hat in hand. you thought it would go with her shoes and give her outfit some cohesion. your phone rang in your pocket as you were putting gionna’s hat on her head.

“hello," you answered. “hey y/n i’m outside," he responded. "all right, I'll be right out; i need to get gionna's car seat."

“i can grab it for you; i’ll be outside," he said.

“uh no, it’s f—," but you realized he hung up before you had the chance to protest against it.

“okay gigi baby let’s go meet your daddy”

"yay," she said as she took your hand in hers to leave the apartment.

when you opened the door, you met with satoru’s blue eyes. he was dressed in dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a varsity jacket. he smelled heavenly, and his white hair was down, making him look even better than usual. you crouched down to gionna’s level and told her that this was her dad and urged her to say hi. gionna shyly said hi, which caused you to laugh; she was always shy around new people, but you knew once she got to know people, the shy act disappeared, and she was the most talkative person you knew. satoru stared in awe at the interaction between you two. he couldn’t believe he had a daughter. she looked just like you, but with his eye color and hair color, her skin was a few shades lighter than yours, but the similarities were there. “hi gionna, im your d-dad”, satoru as he waved softly at her. the action caused you to smile because usually satoru is the most confident person ever.

“i’m going to open my car door so you can grab gigi’s seat. follow me."

you walked to the parking lot area in front of your apartment complex with gionna on your hip. you unlocked your black mercedez, and satoru opened the door to grab the car seat.

when gojo finally put gionna’s booster seat in the backseat of his black porsche taycan. you went to the backseat to strap gionna in then made your way to the passenger seat. your body felt hot being this close to satoru for the first time in years, but you tried your best to conceal it.

"gigi baby, you're on aux, what do you want to listen to?", you inquired as you plugged your phone into satoru's aux.

“um i want to listen to paramore!”, she said excitedly.

“great choice great choice”

the interaction between gionna and you made him laugh. he admired the way you and gionna interacted and hoped it wasn’t too late to build that kind of relationship with his daughter.

soon the song “aint it fun”, began blasting through the speakers of satoru’s car. “sorry”, you mouthed to satoru for the performance that was about to take place in his car. you began to sing the lyrics that led up to the chorus as gionna bobbed her head back and forth. when the chorus lyrics began, you used your hand as an imaginary mic and reached it over to the backseat so gionna could start singing. after you finished the last lyric of the gionna and you burst out laughing.

“okay, game time! we’re going to take turns asking your dad questions so we can get to know each other better," you said in an attempt to include satoru.

“okay, me first! what’s your favorite color, mr. white hair?" Gionna asked. you snickered because her hair was white too. satoru laughed to himself and then replied to gionna’s questions. “my favorite color is blue, and your hair is white too."

“i know, but my hair is prettier than yours.”

“that is also true.”

all of you continuously asked questions back and forth until you finally reached the aquarium. satoru parked the car and opened the door for you while he went to get gionna out of her car seat. the game in the car helped gionna relax, which is why satoru was able to grab her out of her car seat without her feeling uncomfortable.

as you walked behind satoru and gionna as they held hands towards the entrance of the aquarium, you heard him ask her, “what animal are you most excited to see?”

“i really want to see the jellyfish; they’re very pretty."

when you entered the aquarium, you noticed satoru had just shown the person at the front his phone and was let in. you caught up to him to ask about it, and he simply said, “i took care of it." after that, you didn’t ask any questions and simply enjoyed a free aquarium trip.

as satoru, gionna, and you continued to adventure throughout the aquarium, you realized that gionna was growing closer to satoru the more they interacted. she made sure to hold his hand when they went through the many exhibits the aquarium had on display. gionna even got satoru to sit in the "get wet" section of the orca show. you laughed as you exited the show, seeing gionna and satoru drenched. you took no chance sitting with them because you knew your hair, which you spent too much time perfecting, would be ruined by shrinkage.

when you felt gionna getting cranky due to her being hungry, so you decided to eat at one of the concession stands in the seaquarium. satoru insisted on paying for anything gionna, and you got. gionna sat between satoru and you, but she was too busy talking to satoru about the dolphins she saw to look your way. you knew that down the line gionna would become a daddy’s girl, and you weren’t ready. for so long, it had just been you two, and now you had to learn to share her.

“you okay.” you looked up from your nearly finished burger and fries to find gojo’s blue ones staring into your darker ones.

“yeah i’m fine, just letting you two have your moment.”

gojo looked back at his daughter stealing fries from his tray and laughed.

“mommy, can i go to the gift shop now, please?”

“as soon as you finish your food cupcake.”

after you daughter quickly finished her food, you took her to the bathroom . she dragged gojo and you to the aquarium gift shop.

“mr.white hair look look it’s a jellyfish.”

“yeah it’s a purple jellyfish, do you like it?” he asked, kneeling down to meet her at eye level.

“yes, my other stuffed animals want a new friend.”

“okay let’s get it then.”

gionna threw herself at gojo for a warm hug and your heart melted when satoru wrapped his arms around her.

“what do you say gigi?”

“thank you so much mr. white hair”, she said with a toothy grin on her face. gionna continued to lead satoru around the shop and whatever gionna wanted gojo added to the basket, you knew money wasn’t an issue with him so you let gionna enjoy the treatment she was receiving.

when the cashier rang up all the things gionna got from the gift shop you decided that it was time to go home. gionna was getting tired and you didn’t want to deal with how cranky she got when she got sleepy. you held the bag of everything from the gift shop while satoru carried a sleepy gionna that was slowly succumbing to her sleep on gojo’s shoulder. satoru decided to buckle her back into her seat while you hoped in the passenger seat which you were thankful for, today drained you and all you wanted to do was shower and be under your bed covers. once satoru got in the car you felt yourself falling asleep

“wake up y/n.”.

you felt someone gently shaking you which caused you to groggily rub your eyes. “wha-, shit where’s gionna?”, you asked as you frantically looked around the car.

“relax baby, she’s right here.” you watched your daughter's chest rise and fall slowly as she rested her head in the crook of satoru’s neck.

“i’m sorry for falling asleep.”

“no biggie, can you open the door, so i can get gigi inside.”

“yeah.”

as soon as you got inside and took off your shoes, while satoru placed gionna on your couch. he watched her intently as he moved one of her white braids out of her face. “when’s the next time i can spend time with her?”

“we were planning on going to the water park next weekend, she’d probably happy if you came”

“i'll be there, i’ll clear my schedule. and i’m sorry for what i put you through, an apology won’t fix what happened but i’ll be here to support you and gigi. now”

“yeah, you fucking hurt me satoru, i didn’t deserve that. i have to bathe gionna before she goes to sleep so i’ll see you this weekend.”

“let me do it, i used to take care of my intern when he was younger. plus, you’re tired, go take a shower and i’ll handle it, please.”

“satoru i don’t know.”

after his pleading, you decided to let him have it. before you left to take your shower you watched gojo for a few minutes then decided gionna was in good hands.

you rushed to the bathroom connected to your room to quickly take a shower. as you were wrapping your towel around your body you heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“shit, i’m naked.”

“u-uh where’s gigi’s sleep clothes?”

“it’s in the dresser, the last drawer. put lotion and rub cocoa butter on her skin please.”

“okay. does she have something for her hair like you did?”

you laughed remembering the first time you stayed over gojo’s place and he looked at you crazily for wearing a ‘hat’ to bed.

“yeah, it’s on her bed.”

you heard satoru’s steps fading down the hall so you decided to get out your bathroom and quickly lotion up. after you settled on wearing sweats and a tank top. you made your way to gionna’s bedroom to find her dozing off on her princess tiana themed sheets while satoru watched her quietly.

“you’re a natural.”

“i learned when i was raising my intern. she looks just like you with my eyes and hair color, she’s beautiful.”

satoru got up from gionna’s bed to turn to the door which you had been leaning against. he drank all of you in as his eyes roamed all over your body. your body has changed since the last time he seen you but he still loved every inch of you.

“stop satoru”

“what?” he walked towards you so now that he was only a few inches away from you.

“stop looking at me like that. you can’t just leave for that long after hurting me and think everything is okay between you and me . the only reason you're here is because of gionna. so stop looking at me like you actually love me.”

tears were fighting their way out of your eyes but you held them in. you refused to cry in front of him when you spent so long to heal from what happened to you.

“i’m sorry y/n, i was dumb and stupid, what i did was selfish and i didn’t mean what i said to you that night.”

you looked up into his eyes and could tell he was being sincere but you’re not sure you could ever trust him with your heart again, not after what he put you through.

“just go satoru, i’ll see you next weekend.”

“i’ll see you next weekend y/n.”

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead then began walking towards your apartment door. you watched him make his way into his car before heading to your room to finally go to sleep. your thoughts swarmed with various throwbacks of the time when satoru and you were infatuated with each other and spent almost all of your free time together. you were scared the more he was around, the more those feelings would resurface and you would end up getting hurt again. you only hoped that you wouldn’t end up with your heart broken dealing with satoru again.

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bluujaee · 2 years ago

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Please

Someone make some guren smut😩 it is not enough in the world!!!

#guren ichinose smut #guren x reader #seraph of the end #guren no yumiya #owari no serafu

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bluujaee · 2 years ago

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This is crazy ! 😩 I can’t get enough of this book.

Indifferent Love

Gojo x Fem reader

Summary: Satoru Gojo’s life gets turned around when you declare you’ve never held any feelings for him, and an arrangement is formed so that you may live the rest of your days in peace with each other. But upon your declaration, something stirs to life inside Satoru.

A/n: So sorry for the really late update, I got stuck on a pov.

Warnings:18+. Satoru gets touchy. Dubcon. Biting.

Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Series Masterlist | Wc: 13.7k

You wake up to the sound of the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the windows, gray clouds moving across the sky, casting a coldish gray tint on the city. The warmth of the blankets shields you from the room's coolness, beckoning you to snuggle deeper into them. You shift, nestling into the warmness, an arm pressing on your spine. Peeking over your shoulder you find Satoru still in bed, laying flat on his back with his head facing you. His torso is exposed, the warm sheets resting just above his hips, his nipples perked due to the ac running all night and the chill of the rain falling just outside your windows.

Slowly turning to your other side, clinging to the blankets and the warmth, you face him. It's the first time you've seen him while he sleeps. The tops of his cheeks are tinted pinky, probably from the blankets and meaning he had just pushed them down not long ago. The white lashes that draw your attention to his blue eyes curve up, and even in the dimness of your bedroom, you can still see the white of them against his fair skin. His white hair falls onto his forehead, curling around his ears unbrushed, some of it sticking up on the crown of his head, you smile as you think about the cowlick he typically wakes up with. Your eyes fall further down, past his neck to his shoulders, where light brown freckles that expand over the back of his shoulders sprinkle out towards the front. Your fingers twitch as you want to trace over them and draw tiny constellations on his skin.

You nuzzle yourself deeper into his pillow, the strong scent of his body wash filling your nose, and you watch him sleep. The act feels intimate, much more than you would allow yourself to be with him during his waking hours, but you allow yourself to enjoy the calmness of it. His eyes move behind his closed eyelids, the thin veins of his lids prominent against his white skin.

The sound of the rain is interrupted by loud thunder, the inside of the room flashes in blue, and the rain outside starts to pick up. You can feel the hairs of your body vibrate as the thunder echoes through the room. Satoru sturs beside you, the hair on his forehead covering his eyes, eyebrows scrunching up together. Your heart skips a beat against your ribs, the inside of your mouth feeling dry as you wait for the inevitable fluttering of his eyes opening.

However, they remain closed, the only company you have is the sound of his light snores, the thunder, and the rain. Biting into your bottom lip, you shift your weight, laying flat on your back, and watching the lighting paint the inside of the room. You lay there, listening to Satoru's soft breathing and feeling his breath brush against your neck. The stillness of the penthouse is calming, but you also feel unease being left alone with your thoughts.

Kenji's visit plays on your mind like a broken record, fear lodging itself in your throat, and the sting of tears in the edges of your eyes. You take in a deep breath, still feeling the imprint of his hands wrapped around your arm, and the heat of his breath when you spoke down to him. The image of his face is barely recognizable to you. That wasn't the man you had handed the entirety of your heart to, he wasn't the man you had loved. At what point after you left had he changed so drastically that you didn't even recognize him?

Curling into yourself you chew on your thumb, your heart pounding against your ribcage. What if he showed up at your front door again? What if Kenji decided to approach you while you were with Satoru? What if he approached Satoru? You couldn't let any of that happen not knowing the extent of how far Kenji was willing to go just to win you back. You couldn't let more people get hurt because of you.

Beside you Satoru stirs, groaning as he stretches on the bed, the back of his hand brushing against your back. The mattress shifts as he turns over to his side, facing your back, a few inches of distance still between his chest and your back. You can't see his face, but you can feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Neither of you breaks the silence and just listen to the soft downfall of the rain against the window panels.

You aren't sure of how much time passes by before Satoru finally decides to cut through the stillness. His voice is still groggy, barely speaking above a whisper as the bed moves again, "We're going to be late if we don't get up now."

You can feel where his palm presses down on the mattress, all his weight resting on your side of the bed. Peeking over your shoulder you look at him, swallowing down the lump in the back of your throat. He's sitting up the sheets covering his from his hips down, chest exposed to the cold room. He's running his free hand over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Clearing your throat you push yourself up, "Morning."

Satoru looks at you, expecting you to say more, but you remain still and quiet next to him. Your hair falls over your shoulders, and the strap of your nightgown slips off. "Of course, that's all you have to say," he mumbles under his breath, covered by the sound of thunder, "Morning." He gets out of bed, and walks towards the closet, coming back out with a button-up shirt and a pair of gray dress pants. He looks at you where you are still seated on the bed, looking out the window at the rain. "Are you not going to get ready?" he asks, shoving his arm through an arm hole.

"I am," you sigh, your eyes following the jagged fall of the raindrops on the glass.

He slides his other hand in, reaching down to start buttoning the shirt up, "When? Breakfast with my parents is in less than forty minutes."

You puff your cheeks, breathing out the air slowly, "In a minute. Just need a moment."

He doesn't push further and puts on his pants before rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Satoru can tell something is bothering you, but he knows you'll avoid answering him if he brings it up. Instead, he looks out the same window you're staring out of, tearing his eyes from your exposed shoulder, finding the descent of the raindrop calming and distracting for a moment. The room falling under the same silent calm from two minutes ago.

You break the silence first this time, swinging your legs over the end of the bed, your bare feet padding along the cold floor toward the closet, "I'll be out in a few minutes." Satoru nods and watches you disappear into the closet, the sound of your shuffling through your clothes reaching his ears.

You run your fingertips along the cool fabrics of your shirts, slightly pulling them to examine them. You choose a light blue blouse with ruffles running down the front and a high collar. A pair of light brown wide-legged dress pants catch your attention and you reach for them, placing the stack of clothes on the bench that's in the center right across from a floor-to-ceiling mirror of the room before undressing. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror as you pull the shirt over your head, forcing your head through the tight collar, and adjusting it around the shoulders, faint scars peeking out from beneath the hem. You slide your feet through the pant holes, raising the waistband to your waist, and tucking the blouse in, hiding the marks, it's only then that you look at yourself.

Your hair is still in disarray, and the bags beneath your eyes are prominent under the light of the closet. The pants you choose, cover your feet and drag on the ground, even after you slip into a pair of baby blue heels. It almost looks like you're wearing one of your signature long skirts. You blindly reach for a handbag and a grab pair of stud earrings and bangles as you walk out. Satoru's sitting at the end of the bed when you walk out, his hair brushed to the side, out of his eyes, a pair of black loafers hanging from the long fingers of his left hand while his right scrolls through his phone. He looks up when he hears you walk into the room, blue eyes looking you up and down. "That's new. I thought you'd wear a skirt again," he comments looking pointedly at your pants

You toss the handbag on the bed, making your way to the vanity as you slide the bangles down your wrists, "I thought it would be nice if I wore something else. We're just going to see your family there's no need for me to be extra and wear a skirt." Grabbing a hair tie, you look at him through the mirror, pulling your hair up into a ponytail, "Do you think I should have gone even more casual?"

He shakes his head and looks back down at his phone, "No. you look great in that, and were already running late as is." Standing up from his spot he, grabs his watch from the nightstand, looking at you once over as you tie your hair into a ponytail, "I'll be in the office, let me know when you're ready."

You watch him leave through the reflection, your hands high above your head as you pull your hair throw the hair tie, "Okay, I'll be out in a few." The room feels bigger once Satoru has left you alone, and for the second time since your wedding, you feel the loneliness swallow you whole once more.

Dealing with Kenji's sudden reappearance, and quite frankly frightening, was more suffocating when you found yourself alone. Satoru being around provides you with a sense of safety in the hours that followed, there was something you never thought you would feel around him again. A sense of security. With your husband around, it was easy to forget that you had been followed mere hours ago by your ex who was adamant about saving something that no longer existed. It meant you didn't have to look over your shoulder in your own home, waiting for Kenji to suddenly jump out of the shadows.

But now that you were alone in your bedroom, the only sound that of the rain, and you felt as if someone was looking at you from somewhere in your walls. Walls that felt like they were closing in on you, shrinking the space between you and the ghost that followed you. It made the back of your head itch.

Finishing the last touches of your make-up you, slip your earrings into three holes, tugging at the lobe of your ear. Humming you take two steps back, looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes skimming the room through it, as you look yourself once over, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat. Grabbing your bag you head downstairs, your eyes scanning over the place, the palms of your hands sweating. Your heels echo throughout the entire space, bouncing off the smooth shining tiles.

You stand at the bottom step, staring at the clean kitchen counters, yesterday's evening playing before your eyes. The corners of your eyes prick and sting as the tears form, you blink a few times, breathing in deeply before turning to face the wall in front of you.

"I'm ready, Satoru," you call out, taking one step forward toward his office, standing right at the corner waiting for him to come out. You hear shuffling before you see his white hair peek out from his office. He glances at you up and down once before stepping towards you, nodding his head to the door.

"Alright, let's go then."

The ride down to the underground garage is awkward, but not tense, you stay on one end while he stays on the other. You exhale as the doors close, your body relaxing as you feel secure with Satoru standing a few feet from you. The doors ding open, Satoru steps out and leads the way toward his car, keys jingling in his pocket, walking a few steps ahead of you. Your body becomes alert, eyes scanning the dark spaces of the floor. Looking up ahead you see Satoru looking at you from the driver's side of the door, head cocking to his left as he watches you act weird. You shrug, and reach your door, quickly getting in.

Satoru climbs in afterward, silently starting the car, and exiting the parking lot. Your eyes quickly adjust from the overcast clouds after exiting the parking lot, small raindrops hitting the windshield, your eyes immediately scanning the people around you.

Satoru looks at you, his eyebrows raising, "Are you looking for someone or something?" Swallowing and shaking your head you turn around to look back ahead, running the edge of your pointer along the edge of your nails, watching the smooth edge dig into the skin. He turns back, adam's apple bobbing up a down, looking at you from the corner of his eye, "Has something been bothering you? You've been on edge since last night? I mean you almost jumped out of your skin when I got home last night."

You shake your head, letting out a sigh, turning your hand to run your finger over the smooth painted surface of your nails, "I'm fine."

He swallows again, watching your eyes dart across the street in front of him. "Do you really not trust me? Because I'm here if you want to talk about whatever is bothering you." Satoru asks, both of his hands on the wheel, adam's apple bobbing up and down.

You want to tell him about Kenji's visit, the comfort of his safety making you want to tell him so you can feel at ease, but bringing up Kenji meant sharing parts of you that you weren't ready to confront or share with him. "Why are you asking me this," you sigh heavily, "I already told you that nothing is wrong."

"I'm asking you because at times it looks like something is bothering you."

"Well, everything is fine. So just drive." you breathe out, picking at your cuticle, your eyes looking out into the street, avoiding Satoru's gaze.

"Fine," you hear him mumble, the leather of the steering wheel screeching beneath his palms as he grips it, "I won't push any further."

You swallow the salvia in your mouth, puffing your cheeks and whispering, "Thank you."

The head housemaid greets you as you walk through, Satoru handing her the umbrella, the rain behind him starting to pick up again. He lingers behind watching as you walk further into the house, walking past the study, your eyes lingering on the closed door. You glance at him over your shoulder, waiting for him to follow. To lead the way to the dining room in the back of the house, where his parents were already. He takes a step away from the door, putting his hand in his pockets, reaching you, and standing beside you.

You turn to the door, skimming over the frame and the knob, remembering the number of steps it takes to walk from one end to the other. "Do you always keep this door closed?" You ask, tilting your head to look at your husband, "I remember it always being closed when I first arrived. Even before then, I had never seen it open until I moved here and opened it."

Satoru's eyes move over the door, the palm of his hand pressing on the small of your back, pushing towards the dining room, "Yeah, no one really uses it anymore, so the doors just stay closed."

"Why?"

Satoru swallows behind you, watching the light from the kitchen pour out into the hallway, "Why what?"

"Why doesn't anyone use it?" You return, standing at the end of the hall, "The room is really cozy, so why don't you use it?"

He looks down at you, running his eyes over the arch of your eyebrow and the curve of your lips, his heart thumping against his ribs. Your eyes close slowly as you blink up at him, time slowing down around him. He has the urge to bend down and press his lips to yours. Raising his shoulders and flattening his palm on your lower back forcing you to start walking again, "We just don't have a need for it. Let's just go eat now, I'm starving."

His answer satisfies you enough, and you turn to walk the rest of the way into the dining room. Satoru walks behind you, his parents coming into view along with a table set of food, both turning their heads to greet you both.

His mother greets the two of you first, raising her hand to wave you over, "You're finally here, come sit, sit. The food starts to get cold, we've been waiting all morning."

You smile at both his parents, walking to his mother and hugging her. "Good morning," you beam and walk around the table to take a seat next to Satoru's old usual spot while he greets his parents with a hug to his father and a kiss on his mother's forehead.

"Morning," he sighs, sitting down beside you and immediately reaching for one of the sweets on the table.

"How was your morning?" his mother asks, the corners of her lips curved, the tone of her voice suggestive, "You took a while to get here."

Your face becomes flustered, words jumbled in your head while Satoru chokes on the sweet bread in his mouth. His dad who is usually stoic laughs, reaching across the table and patting his back, "Honey, you don't ask those types of personal questions at the table. It's a bit intrusive to ask that."

"Sorry, but it's the first time they're late for our Saturday breakfasts," she responds grinning over the rim of her glass of juice.

Satoru recovers from his coughing fit, rubbing a hand over his chest, "We're the late cause of the rain, mom." The tops of his ears turn a light pink, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, noting your awkward fiddling with your fingers, and the way you gracelessly way you reach for a serving of fruits. He looks back at his parents, grabbing a muffin from the center, changing the subject, "How was your morning?"

His mother sets her glass down, "It's been fine, even with the rain and all. Didn't get to work in the greenhouse because of it though. Y/n, you should join me next week if the weather is nice."

You cover your lips, nodding your head, "Of course," you swallow, dropping your hand, "I didn't know you gardened."

She nods, swallowing the bite of food in her mouth, "I do. Something I picked up when Satoru was about two or three, it served as a dis-a way to get some me time away from that little devil on legs. I don't think I have to explain myself to you, y/n, you live with him by yourself now, so you understand. Let's hope your kids aren't anything like him, or you'll have your hands full."

His dad laughs at that, "Let's hope they don't. I don't even know how many nannies we went through the first few years."

"I don't think I can't even count them on my hands."

You swallow a bite of your fruit, glancing at Satoru from the corner of your eye, "Was he really that much of a handful?"

She chortles, the corners of her eyes watering, "Oh honey you don't know the half of it. If I anything I think being around you as a child mellowed him out, but when you weren't around he was a handful. One time he somehow managed to climb his way up to the chandeliers in the foyer. We had to call the firemen to get him down."

"Really?"

"Really, took a whole hour since he wouldn't stop swinging on it," Gojo Sr. Replies.

"And if they are anything like him, expect them to also be clinging to you by the skirts. Satoru rarely allowed me anytime for myself."

Your lips curve upwards, taking a bite of pineapple, teasing him, "So you're a momma's boy."

Satoru ignores your teasing, taking a drink from his glass, and changing the subject, "Well if you didn't get to work in the greenhouse what did you do then, mom?"

"Oh, I tried helping in the kitchen, but I guess I was getting in the way cause they asked me to leave," She answers, the conversation fading into the background as Satoru continues to eat, his parents conversing among themselves after a few minutes, letting you and him have some peace while listening.

He glances at you, watching how you elegantly raise your food to your lips and chew carefully, nodding along to whatever story his parents are telling now. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds for a moment, rain still falling steadily outside the windows, casting a light on the side of your face when you turn to look at him. Your eyebrow quirks up when you find him looking at you, the sun disappearing back behind the gray clouds, and you lean in while raising your napkin from your lap. He stays frozen when he feels the soft material touch the corner of his lips, your eyes are cast low as your wipe the corner of his mouth. Your lips pursued together, and a low hum coming from the back of your throat. Time continues to be suspended as when you look up at him, your curled eyelashes more pronounced, drawing his attention to them. You sit back into your chair, smoothing the napkin over your lap once more, motioning to the corner of your lips, "You had some crumbs."

Satoru blinks dumbly at you, frozen in his spot as the seconds tick by before he clears his throat and slowly turns back to his food. The warmth of your hand lingers in the air around him, the soft pressure weighing on the corner of his lips, along with the sweet scent of your skin. He breathes out through his nose, swallowing the salvia in his mouth, uttering, "Thanks."

He spends the rest of the breakfast distracted by the fluttering of his chest and the flips in his stomach. He barely hears his parents address him until you shove your elbow into his side, forcing to ask them to repeat whatever question they had asked. His blue eyes glance at you from time to time, and at the bright smile that adorns your lips when you smile at his parents, feeling a spike of jealousy bloom in his chest. His eyes follow you down the smallest gesture.

Even now as the four of you stay in the foyer bidding your farewell to his parents for the week, his eyes are on you instead of the plans that are being set up. He dissects the curve of your lips and the glint of your eyes, trying to fit the puzzle pieces of what he knew of you into something, someone, he could see and understand. That is until you shove your elbow into his side once more, his hearing refocusing on the sound of his mother's voice.

"What do you say Satoru?"

He shakes his head, white strands of his hair falling out of place, "Sorry, I-i didn't hear you."

You tilt your head and look up at him from the corner of your eye, "You're mom was asking if you were up for us having a housewarming party next Saturday. Before dinner, of course."

"I...um...sure, I guess. I don't really know about that stuff, so it's whatever you want."

Satoru's mom claps her hands, "Alright then. Y/n and I can handle the details, all you have to do is show up, which shouldn't be too hard since it's at your house. Y/n, I'll come over sometime during the week and we can discuss everything, okay?"

You nod your head, hands clasped in front of you, "Okay, that sounds good to me." You hook your arm through Satoru's leaning into him, "We should really get going though. The rain looks like it's getting worse."

"Oh of course," His mom smiles, taking a step forward to wrap her arms around each of you, "It's so nice seeing the two of you."

His father gives a curt nod from where he stands next to his wife, "You be careful driving back, it's coming down out there."

Satoru nods, reaching for the umbrella one of the housemaids bring him, "We will."

The drive back to the penthouse is just as quiet as the drive had been to his parents. With your entire body turned to face the passenger door and the smile you had given his parents erased from your face. Even the ride on the elevator is tense, either one of you standing on different sides, the sound of the penthouse door cutting through the silence when it slams shut behind him, followed by the sound of your heels clicking on the shining tiles of your home. He walks behind you, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, watching as you sit on the couch and kick off your heels in a manner that is so unlike you. Unlike the you he'd known for most of his life, the version of you he'd grown accustomed to, was always poised and refined.

Leaning on the arm of the sectional adjacent to you he watches as your rub the heels of your foot, his eyes darting to the large tv in your living room. The very same living you the two of you rarely shared.

"Want to watch a movie?" He asks suddenly, standing up and looking around the coffee table for the remote.

You shake your head and collect your heels while you rise from the couch. "I'm tired, so maybe next time. I'll see you for lunch," you sight out, patting his shoulder before walking away from him, the floor feeling even colder.

The sky cracks, white flashing outside the windows as you walk up the stairs, illuminating your silhouette, and he stands in the center middle of the living room. "Guess I'll see you later," Satoru mutters turning on his heel to shut himself in his office as usual. Both of you let the loneliness of your loveless marriage settle into your bones instead of working on building the phony relationship into one that would be believable to those outside of the four walls of your home.

"Ono, Dr. Nomura is waiting for you in room three hundred and one. She needs some assistance with the patient in that room," The nurse at the desk tells him, barely glancing up from his phone.

"Thanks for letting me know," Kenji answers, running a hand through the mess that is his hair and setting down the blue folder he'd been looking over. He makes his way over to room 301, people and rooms passing him, his head pounding as fluorescent lights shine down on him.

It's been a week since he showed up at your house, and he can still feel the knot lodged in the back of his throat when he recalls the look on your face when you looked at him. You had been scared of him at that moment, eyes wide with tears streaming down your face. You had shaking even as you held the knife in it. He'd felt the guilt of the frightened regard you held him with as you begged him to leave. He hadn't meant to scare you, but when you refused to allow him to clear his name and told him you would remain with your husband, he felt vexed at the thought of you making another man happy.

He nears the room, taking in a deep breath when someone walks out of the room next to the one he's about to enter, slamming face-first into his chest. He stumbles back, reaching forward to help keep the person steady.

"I'm sorry," he starts, glancing down to see Shoko's dark hair and her flustered face that quickly turns into shock and contempt.

"You're good," she mutters, quickly taking a step to the side to walk around him, and continue with her day as if nothing had happened. But Kenji stops her once more, stepping in front of her. Shoko looks up at him, eyebrows raised, her fingers gripping the clipboard pressed against her chest. "Can I help you with something?" She snaps.

Kenji looks at her, he runs the back of his neck, uneasy as he struggles to think about how to ask about you. While it was true that he'd had a decent relationship with both of your closest friends, he wasn't exactly on good terms with either at the time. After your falling out, Kenji had rarely seen either of them. The last time he'd talked with one of them had been a few days before your wedding, but it had been radio silence since then. So standing here in front of Shoko, he felt the palms of his hands sweating and the back of his throat dry as he croaked out, "How's y/n?"

Shoko looked up at him quizzically, asking, "Why do you want to know?"

Kenji shrugs, looking over her head, "I'm just curious about how she's doing." It was a partial truth, he did want to know how you were doing, but he also wanted to know if you had told any of your close friends about what had happened last week. He wanted to know just how much his unexpected visit had affected you, and if he still had a chance of winning you back. The silence that followed him had a knot forming in the back of his throat and the palms of his hands feeling clammy, he all but glared down at Shoko, who was considering if she should tell him anything about you now that you were married.

Letting go of her bottom lip with a soft pop she finally replies, "She's doing fine, moved to a really nice penthouse near downtown with her husband. I haven't seen much of her lately, she's been rather busy."

Kenji nods and looks around the hospital hallway, doctors and nurses brushing past them, "So you haven't talked to her this week?"

Shoko shakes her head, placing the edge of her clipboard against the center of her stomach, "No, she's been busy planning a housewarming party with her mother-in-law. I'm actually headed there after work."

"You are?"

"I am."

They both stand there awkwardly, Shoko thumbing the edge of the clipboard, neither knowing exactly what to say that their connection outside of work had been severed. They had never truly been friends, a realization that dawns on both of them as they stand on the side of the busy hospital hallway. It makes Kenji wonder that if hadn't walked into that party that day if he hadn't spotted you, would he and Shoko have become closer friends? or would they have continued as co-workers who would occasionally speak about a patient and run into each other? He knew that there was no point in asking himself that now, no sense in pondering over the what-ifs. He'd approached her with the attention of getting close to you and he'd accomplished that, that he and Shoko hadn't become close in the time you and he had been together wasn't entirely his fault. She could've also made an effort.

The seconds tick by slowly, both waiting for the other to walk away first, but neither going about their day. It's not until there's a large clang of a tray falling from the room Kenji was walking into that they start to move around each other, awkward goodbyes stumbling from their lips. Kenji pauses at the door, turning to look at Shoko one more time, swallowing the saliva in his mouth, "Do you think it would be okay if I went with you." He sees Shoko's unease, and can already hear the excuse she'd make to keep him from going with her, but Kenji is quick to explain himself. Quick to tug at her heartstrings, "I just want to see her, nothing more. I promise."

Shoko bites on her bottom lip, her heart wavering between doing what was right for her friend, and giving in to the broken man that stood before her. Kenji knew that if you were standing in front of her this very moment she wouldn't have made the choice that she does. "Okay. I'll be in the parking lot after my shift ends at five. We'll be a little late, but I already told her I'd be running late. I'll wait for you by my car."

Kenji gives her a lopsided smile and a curt nod, "Thanks, Shoko. It means a lot."

"Don't mention," she nods back and turns to walk off to whatever she had to do next.

The rest of the day seems to drag on slowly, patient after patient coming in through the hospital door, all while Kenji does his best to not let the workload weigh on his shoulders. He takes several small breaks in between patients, walking out into the hospital courtyard to smoke, which just reminds him of how you use to tease him about it. Telling him it was ironic that he was a doctor, but didn't have a problem with enjoying an occasional smoke. And now every time he'd lean against the wall, watching the birds fly overhead, and a cigarette dangling from his lips he was reminded of you. Even now as he walks out into the parking lot, lighting a smoke, he can't help but think and yearn for those days.

He doesn't make far into the parking lot before he spots Shoko. She has two cups of coffee with her as she leans against the hood of her car. Already rid of the white coat and dressed in a red blouse and white pants, her watch and a few bracelets dangling from her wrist. Her hair has been let loose from the loose ponytail she would wear to work, tucked behind her ears. She's sipping from one of the cups while keeping the other in place on the hood. She glances over the rim to spot him making his way toward her.

"You're not smoking that in my car," she states, pushing off the hood and handing him the extra cup, "I don't what the smell to stick to the seats."

Kenji sighs irritatedly, but still tosses the half-consumed cigarette, stomping out with his foot as he takes the cup, "Don't you smoke?"

"I do, just not in my car," she responds.

The drive to the is rather quiet, tall buildings pass by, and people are out on the streets. Life outside the window hasn't changed, but it seems to have lost some of its vibrance when you broke up with Kenji. Sure the birds still sing, and the sun still shines however life lacks magic, like the flowers swaying to the soft chirping of the birds, and the sun's rays sprinkling color along the streets.

Shoko interrupts his thoughts, turning at a light, both of her hands on the steering wheel, "Are you really just going to see her?"

Looking at her from the corner of his eyes, Kenji nods and looks ahead, your building coming into view, "I am."

Parking the car, she looks at him, eyes reflecting the warning tone of her voice, "I'm going to choose to believe you because I know how much you cared and loved her, but if you choose to step out of line, I myself will cut off your balls and feed them to you."

Kenji gulps and raises his hands, "I promise I'm just here to see her. I won't go near her unless she approaches me first."

Shoko exhales loudly, "Good. Then let's go." Both of them exit the car, Shoko two steps ahead of Kenji, leading the way to the elevator. The ride up is much like the car ride, silent, awkward, and tense. They both stand on opposite sides, Shoko leaning against one of the rails, her hand wrapped around it, facing Kenji. He feels her eyes burning a hole in the side of her head, as she asks, "How have you been?"

Suddenly Kenji is very much aware of the stubble around his chin, and the hair that curls at his ears. The stains on his shirt feel like a batman signal to the entire world that he was everything but fine. Swallowing the lump that forms in the back of his throat, he answers, "I've been better, honestly."

"Then do you think it's a good idea to come here and see her?" Shoko hums, brown eyes glancing at the numbers.

It almost slips that this isn't his first time coming here. That the last time he came here didn't go well. He swallows down the guilt that weighs heavy in the back of his throat. He tells himself that things will be different this time, he wouldn't react as he did then, and you would now feel safe with people around. Still, Kenji keeps in mind that things might take a turn south as they did last week, but he wants to remain hopeful that this time things will be different since the atmosphere will be different. "I don't know. I won't know until I see her," he replies as the elevator dings.

Stepping out first, Shoko peers at him over her shoulder, "Okay, then, we're here." There's the sound of laughter and conversation traveling down the hall, seeping under the large black door to your home, that makes Kenji doubt anyone hears Shoko's knock. And then the door swings open, the sound of chatter no longer muffled by the thickness of the door.

Kenji expects to see you answering the door, but instead, he's greeted by the sight of a white-haired woman with a bright smile and dressed in an expensive white sweater and light brown pants, hair pinned at the nape. She has a glass of red wine in her hand, cheeks dusted in a light shade of pink. "Shoko you made it," She greets, giving a side hug and pulling her in, "y/n and Utahime have been waiting for you." The woman glances back at Kenji who follows behind, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, before leaning to not so much whisper, "I didn't know you were bringing a date. He's quite a looker."

"Oh it isn't like that, he's just a colleague."

"That's what all you young people say."

Their conversation fades into the background as he glances around the bottom floor. Dark eyes searching for you around the crowd, at least thirty people blocking his view. And then he spots you in the living room, seated on the couch in a white puffed long-sleeved blouse and a cream-colored knee-length skirt with a pair of white pointed flats, leaning into the side of who Kenji assumes is your husband. His hand slung over the back of the couch, his hand resting on your shoulder as he speaks with the dark-haired person sitting adjacent to him.

You look bored, sipping on a half-empty glass of wine, smiling when the two men look at you and nod. Utahime is nowhere to be found. The sound of Shoko's voice prompts you to look towards the kitchen, a smile starting to spread on your lips at the sight of your friend. That is until you spot Kenji standing between her and your mother-in-law, staring at you.

You stand abruptly, startling both your husband and his friend, wine swishing in its glass. Your eyes are wide with fear, lips opened, but they also reflect anger. Kenji swallows, nodding his head to greet you, and watches as your husband reaches up to touch your hand. You tear your gaze away from Kenji and look down at your husband, your lips moving as you answer whatever question he just asked before handing him your glass of wine. He hesitates as he takes it, and brings your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand before you walk away around the large sectional, towards the three of them.

Kenji's eyes don't leave you just as yours don't leave him, he watches every step you take. The way you walk is graceful, your head held high, and one foot touching the ground before the next comes up, there's a slight sway to your hips.

You approach your mother-in-law first, your hand resting on her shoulder, "Saori, I think I heard that Mrs. Fumiko was looking for you." Turning to give Shoko and him a smile and a nod, "Hello."

The woman looks over her shoulder, her hazel eyes scanning the crowd of people, "Was she now? I wonder what that woman wants." She turns back to face him and Shoko, giving them a polite smile as she excuses herself, "It was nice meeting you, and Shoko it was a pleasure seeing you, as always, I'll see you around later."

The three of you watch the woman walk away, disappearing into the crowd before you turn back around to face both of them. Your face is unreadable, lips pressed together tightly, and your head held high as always. But Kenji knows you better than anyone, having seen you at your most vulnerable moments in the three years you were together. Your face might not say much, but your body language speaks for itself. One of your hands is clasped over the wrist of your other hand, hiding the fact that you're shaking where you stand. Your shoulders are tense, and your foot keeps bouncing as you look over at Shoko and speak as steadily as you manage.

"I need to talk to Kenji, please keep Satoru occupied," you say, hand pushing down on the door knob.

"Y/n I don't think this is a good idea," Shoko starts, glancing over her shoulder at the crowd, "People will talk."

You give her a tight smile, placing your hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, this will be quick. Just keep my husband busy." With that, you pull Kenji into the room and close the door behind you.

The room you pull him into is dark, the only light that illuminates the space is the one coming from the lamp on the desk on the far wall from the door. It takes his eyes a second to adjust to the dimness, the large black leather sectional

"You need to leave," you angrily mutter through your teeth, your eyes darting toward the closed office door when some passes by, "Satoru's here, and you can't be here."

"Yeah, I saw that," Kenji grumbles, running a hand over his face.

Crossing your arms over your chest you glare at him, speaking sternly to him, "Oh don't sound so angry, especially after the shit you pulled last week. You have no right to sound like you're jealous. Stop showing up here unannounced. I don't want to see you ever. We ended things, and I'm married."

He lets out a sigh, looking at you, eyes saddened as he speaks to you, "I know that too. I've been reminded every day since I last saw you in your wedding dress. You've also made sure I don't forget that fact every time I see you. You don't even bother to let me explain myself."

"I don't want to listen to whatever bullshit you have to say. I know what I saw, and what I saw was you in bed with another woman."

Kenji clenches his jaw and growls, "I know that!" He takes a deep breath calming himself down, highly aware that people might hear him if he speaks any louder, "I know what you saw, but that doesn't mean I slept with her. Look, I don't remember most of what happened that day, so I need you to listen to me. I need you to allow me a chance to prove myself to you, and then we can go back to how things were."

Your hands drop to your side, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He can see you thinking your next words through thoroughly. Weighing the cons and pros of allowing him to clear things up.

"Even if I give you a chance to clear your name, it doesn't change the fact that I'm now married, and that I'm not going to divorce my husband. In fact, I can't divorce him, and you know that." You tap your foot on the floor, and glance at the door, "I think this is the last time we should ever see each other. My husband is outside this door, and I have guests to attend to,"

Kenji cautiously approaches you, he waits for you to step back as he raises his hands. Dark eyes scan your face for any signs that he should step back before his rough hands grab a hold of your face. A small sigh escapes his lips when you don't move away from him, the ache in his heart nulling. Your skin is as soft as ever, but your face feels much smaller now.

"You've lost weight," he comments, running his thumb along the highs of your cheeks.

"My weight is fine. I'm fine." You reply, unconsciously melting into the warmth of his hands, eyes closing as you inhale the strong woodsy fragrance of his cologne.

"Your face is smaller," He continues, voice laced with concern, "Have you been skipping meals again?"

Your eyes open, and you look up at him with a softened expression while you answer with a deep sigh, "I'm eating just fine. I'm truthfully eating more than I use to since I barely do anything these days but lounge around this place."

Kenji drops his hands, standing straight in front of you, the heat of his body radiating off, "You know I can't let you go that easily, right?"

You visibly swallow, holding your head high, eyes lachrymose and voice quivering, "I know," You open to say something else when the door to the office suddenly opens, making the two of you turn toward it.

Satoru stands at the door, hand resting on the knob as he looks at you two with his head tilted while you and Kenji look like two deers caught in the headlights of a fast-approaching vehicle. You're both frozen in place, staring directly at the person who brings the entire farce you had spent months building tumbling down. Your husband moves into the room, leaving the door open, speaking as he closes the distance between you and him, "I didn't know anyone was in here." His tone is accusatory, and the gaze of his eyes and the lopsided grin when he finally stands beside you tell you all that he's thinking. Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple, teasing you, "I've been looking everywhere for you, honey."

You allow yourself to be pulled into his side, your arm encasing his waist. All while you look at Kenji, whose fists are clenched, "Well, I'm right here."

Satoru's eyes go over Kenji's figure, from his feet to the messy overgrown hair that curls around his ears, "Yeah, I see that."

You tear your gaze off Kenji and look up at your husband, pulling off a bright smile, "Oh, I don't think you two have met. This is Kenji, he works with Shoko."

Extending his hand, Satoru offers it to the dark-haired man, "It's nice to meet you, Kenji. I'm Satoru Gojo, y/n's husband."

Kenji looks at you once, biting the inside of his cheek before taking Satoru's hand, "Likewise. You have a lovely home."

Their hands drop, and Satoru looks down at you. You who are still looking at Kenji, with a look he can't read. A look that has the inside of his stomach twisting and dropping. He clears his throat and looks back at the man in front of you, "Well, I hope you don't mind, but my mother is looking for my wife, so I'll be stealing her from you."

Forcing a smile, Kenji shrugs, "Not at all. I think we've both finished saying what we need to say."

"Again, it was nice meeting you. Enjoy the party, there's plenty of food," Satoru's hold on your waist tightens as he starts to lead you out of the room, "Come on honey, mom wanted to ask what you wanted to do with the chocolate cakes since no one seems to be touching them."

Kenji watches the two of you walk out of the office. Anger and frustration mix as he watches you walk out in the arms of another man. His frustration grows when Satoru leans into your ear and loudly whispers, "Do you hang out with him a lot?"

You keep your eyes ahead while your husband leads you through the door with a large hand on the small of your back. Headshaking a little while you walk out to mingle with the guests, "Not really. He's more of a friend of Shoko and Utahime's."

You blink up at the man, his and extended with a red cup, and a lopsided smile on his lips. You eye the cup, watching the bubbles fizzle up to the surface, the soft sound still reaching your ears even over the sound of people's chitchat.

Shaking your head you decline the drink, your eyes scanning the crowd for Shoko who had dragged you to another of her work parties, "Sorry, I don't take drinks from strangers."

The man nods, dropping his hand, and following your eyes, "I understand that. Are you looking for someone?"

You peek at him out the corner of your eye, noting his strong jaw and plump lips, "I am. My friend. I came here with her, but we got separated when her boss wanted to introduce her to someone, I haven't seen her since then."

"What does she look like? Name? Maybe I've seen or know her," he asks, turning back to look at you, "I also work here."

You twist your head to look up at him, chewing on your bottom lip. He's looking down at you, eyes expectant. Turning back to the crowd you describe Shoko to him, "She's about this tall, with shoulder-length brown hair, that is tied into a bun, and she's wearing a baby blue dress that stops above her knees." You pause for a moment, "Her name is Shoko Ieiri."

The man snaps his fingers, making you jump a bit at the sudden sound, voice rising excitedly, "Oh, I know Shoko. I think I saw her go outside a few moments ago."

"Oh, Hime must be here," you reply, pausing to scan the crowd, ready to make a beeline towards the front of the building, getting ready to excuse yourself, but the man speaks first.

"Can I ask how you know Shoko? I know she has pretty friends, but I didn't know she had a friend as beautiful as you."

"We're friends from high school, and kinda roommates," you answer, barely looking up at him, your face feeling as if it's been set on fire.

He hums and nods his head, "Wow, that's a long time to know someone. So I'm betting you live with Shoko and Utahime since they're roommates."

"I do know Utahime, and my living situation is a little complicated, so I room with them sometimes." You turn to him when your brain registers just how much he already knows about your friends, "Sorry if this comes out rude, I know how you know Shoko, but how do you know Utahime? And that they room together?"

He takes a sip from his glass of wine before answering you, "I've been over to Shoko's place over a few times and I've met her a few times. Though I've never seen you there."

Squinting your eyes you choose to believe him, and turn your attention back to the crowd, spotting Shoko and Utahime on the other end. "I kind of still live with my parents, so I'm only at their place when I need a place to crash before an exam."

"That explains why," he smiles, the curve of his lips making your stomach do flips, "I didn't get your name though."

Taking in a deep breath you catch a whiff of his cologne, and the world around you seems to pause for a moment as you give him your name. "Y/n L/n," it sounds like a whisper in your ears, the words freezing, engraving the words in that moment in time, waiting for his name to be carved next to them. "What about yours?"

"Kenji. Kenji Ono."

The sound of the knife slicing through the grapefruit echoes throughout the bottom floor of the penthouse, and Satoru glances up when he hears you curse. The knife has been dropped on the cutting board, grapefruit cut into eight slices, and you're holding your finger up to your lips, muttered curses falling from your lips. If Satoru hadn't felt a pang of panic at seeing you hurt he would've been shocked by the string of words, but he finds himself standing quickly and walking over.

Reaches for a paper towel, pulling your hand away from your lips to wipe the blood off. He sounds worried when he speaks to you for the first time this morning, "Does it hurt a lot? Did you cut deep?"

You blink up at him, staring at the curve of his eyelashes, surprised at the tone of his voice. Your voice quavering as you answer, unsure of what to make of the action, "I'm f-fine. It was just a small cut. See I barely even bled, just need a bandaid, and I'll be good." Tugging your hand out of his hold, you hiss when you feel your finger sting.

Satoru drops his hand, taking a step back and letting you wash off the blood, his brain catching up to his body. He feels confused by his own action, blue eyes staring at the blood that washes down the drain. He clears his throat, "Okay, I'll go get the first aid kit, we still need to clean it a bit so it doesn't get infected. You wait here." He pulls a stool out and heads to the open office door.

He makes way for his desk, reaching behind it to pull out the drawer where he keeps a small first aid kit with bandages, alcohol wipes, and a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. When he looks back up, he finds himself replaying the scene in which he had found you yesterday. Alone in a dimly lit room with a man standing much too close to you for his liking. The air had been tense between the two of you, both quickly stepping away from each other when he stepped inside.

Satoru hadn't brought up last night, too tired from the afternoon to start an argument he'd lose to you. So he had watched you as you got ready for bed and climbed in next to him, your eyes had that far-off look that you woke up with this morning. The same eyes he was sure were brimming with tears yesterday when he dragged you off. He'd spent most of the night awake wondering who the man was to provoke such emotion in you to have you crying. To risk getting caught in what could be a scandal for the two of you.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he walks out of the room, his stomach swirling with an unfamiliar feeling that makes his head hurt. He finds you sitting on the stool he'd pulled out, a paper towel pressed to your finger, small dots of red bleeding through. "Still bleeding?" He asks you, dropping the first aid kit on the kitchen counter, peering at you from the side of his eye. He looms over you, forcing you to tilt your head back to look at him and nod, "Okay, put your hand here, and I'll clean it up real quick."

Satoru works quickly, ripping an alcohol swab open and cleaning the small cut on your finger, his hand coming up to grip your hand when you jerk away when it stings. He then cuts a small piece of a bandage, making a note to buy bandaids the next time he finds himself at a convenience store and wraps it around while he rubs small circles in the center of your palm.

"There, that should keep it from bleeding or getting infected," he says, skimming his thumb over the bandage, your hand much smaller in his. He fights the urge to press them together and see just how much bigger they are, and his touch lingers on the palm of your hand, listening to your quiet breathing. He waits for you to pull your hand back, but you remain still, your eyes burning holes on the top of his head. "Are you really not close to that guy from yesterday?" He asks, pressing down on the heel of your hand.

Your breathing stops for a moment, and he can hear you swallow before you answer, "I told you, he's close to Shoko and Utahime."

He looks down at you, long white lashes brushing against his cheeks. You avoid his gaze, focusing on his thumb that's digging into your skin. He laughs under his breath, "Then how come you were in a closed room with him?"

You tense up in his hold, not responding immediately and pulling your hand from his, "I already told you that he's closer to the girls, I've only run into him a couple of times. If you're going to accuse me of something, don't be around the bush."

Satoru had expected this, after months of living with you he grew to know that you always had to have the last word. Whether it was about him leaving the toilet seat up when it had been you early in the day when you had been cleaning, or misplaced items you would later find where you had left them, the last word always had to be yours. And by the look in your eyes, this time was no different.

He breathes out through his nose and steps back defeated, "Fine if you say so." You get off the stool and start to clean the grapefruit and board off the counter while he picks up the kit. The floor is filled again with silence, the sound of the AC clicking on echoing throughout, nothing out of the ordinary for a Sunday morning for the two of you.

He turns to look at you, taking in your form that's only covered by a thin satin slip and untied robe, your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material. He knows his shooting, especially just avoiding a fight, but his feet move on their own, and his chest is pressed against your back. His right hand grazes the exposed skin of your thighs while his left slips beneath the top half, large hand cupping your breast. He smiles into the back of your head, inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo, when your breath hitches and you elbow his stomach.

"W-what are you doing?" your voice shakes, legs clamping together when he pinches and pulls on your nipple.

His breath fans over the nape of your neck, the hand on your thigh dipping into the inner part. His voice has dropped an octave, the sound has you leaning into his frame while he speaks to you, "Apologizing."

"You can apologize using words," you squeak, your legs closing around his hand to keep him from going any further, "And I'm not even ovulating, so there's no point."

Using his nose he nudges your hair out of the way and licks behind your ear, grinning when you yelp and squirm against him, your ass rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. "I know, but you did agree that we'd talk about having sex outside of that. Right now seems like the perfect time to start."

"I agreed to talk about it, to arrange something, which we haven't, so please let me go," your voice trembles, body sinking deeper into his touch subconsciously.

With his strength, your husband manages to pry your legs open, fingers traveling up your nightgown, kneading the fat of your upper thighs. He doesn't go further, and slowly ruts into you from behind, whispering in your ear, "So let's come to an agreement now. Five times a week."

Your cheeks burn, your breathing grows heavier, and the corners of your lips start to drool. You shake your head once, and mumble between breaths, "Three more times a month outside of when I'm ovulating."

"I'm a married man, not a monk," he groans, pushing his hips harshly against yours, and causing you to tumble over the counter. Your fingers gripping the edge, the body growing hotter under his touches. The inside of his mouth is starting to water, and the sound of your sweet whines has his head spinning so much that he can't think of anything but you, "Three times a week. Five when it's your ovulating week."

He turns you around, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He buries his head in your neck while he makes his way for the living room couch, large hands spread on the globes of your ass. Your breathing and swallowing heavily against his ear, your mind becoming overwhelmed by his presence and his needy touches. He's sure if he keeps this up you'll agree to anything he wants.

You shake your head, opening your lips to propose something else, but Satoru sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out. His groans into the bite, your nails digging into his shoulders, before he drops you onto the couch.

He runs a tongue over his bottom lip while looking down at your pouting face, your fingers running over the bit mark, "Did you really have to do that?"

Satoru smirks down at you, dropping down to his knees in front of you, and pulls your leg over his shoulder. He nibbles on your calf, slowly moving upwards, "I did. You were about to say something that I wasn't going to agree to." He's at the hem of your slip, both your legs thrown over his shoulders and his fingers splayed across the back of your thighs, pushing your legs towards your chest, massaging them. "Come on, y/n, three times a week isn't that bad. Especially when it's going to be me between your pretty legs."

Looking up at you through his lashes, he can see the doubt in your eyes. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, and your hands are gripping the end of the couch. But your chest is also rising and falling rapidly, and your upper thighs rubbing against each other. There's a dazed look in your eyes that can only be described as lust. Satoru pushes his luck a little more, his head slipping under your gown.

He laughs when you jump upwards towards his lips when his breath brushes against your sopping core, a wet spot in your cute pink panties. He nibbles on the inside of your thighs, groaning when he feels them squeeze his head. You groan above him, your hand coming to rest on the crown of his head.

When you talk you sound out of breath, your voice quivering as you give in to his bid, "Fine, three times a week, but that's all," you swallow moving your hips closer to his lips, "Don't try doing it more than that. Got it?"

Pulling your legs up until your thighs are resting on his shoulders, fingers pulling at the waistband of your underwear, he agrees hesitantly, wanting to push for the five times a week, "I got it, don't worry. Now let's get started."

Satoru isn't sure what you did to him. Maybe you cast a spell on him the first night you spent together as husband and wife, to have him craving your touch. Or maybe your words that day, when you said you didn't care for him, had hurt his ego so much that he wanted to test just how true the words were. Whatever you did, or said, had his chest fluttering just by thinking of you. It had him on the verge of devotion, of becoming the sole believer of whatever religion you were.

Satoru glances up from the paperwork in front of him, Yuna stepping in with both her hands clasped in front of her, the falling sun casting a warm yellow glow over her face. She gives him a smile, slowly approaches the front of his desk, and places a stack of small papers. “These are the last papers you have to sign today,” she takes a step back, “I’ll be leaving now. Is there anything else you need sir?”

“No, you can go,” he answers, inhaling through his nose and reaching for the papers, “Have a nice night, Yuna, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You too, sir,” she nods, turning on her heel and exiting the office in a hurry, not giving Satoru the chance to change his mind.

He chuckles and turns his attention to the last of his work, quickly signing off his name on each dotted line Yuna has marked, his mind wandering to you. In just less than an hour he'd be back at the penthouse, eating a warm meal that you cooked, before climbing under the covers next to you. In less than an hour, he'd have his arms wrapped around your warm body. He finds himself grinning while he daydreams about it. His smile falters as Suguru's words replay in the back of his mind.

Do you think you have feelings for y/n?

Satoru wasn't sure of his answer still. He doubted he could call the daily routine the two of you have fallen into over the course of the six months of love. He didn't know if the way his shoulders untensed at the sound of your voice welcoming him home could be called love. Or if the way he'd find himself randomly daydreaming about you would be considered love.

Because to him, love was the way his father would place the cup of sugar closer to his mother's side of the table. Love was the way his mother would make sure there were at least two things at the table his father would enjoy, the way she would warm his towel or clothes before he changed. It was the way his father would ask for the flowers to be changed as soon as the single rose in his office started to wilt. Love was the way his parents would look at each other, eyes softened and tiny smiles exchanged while holding each other's hands. say from his left, the sound of popping gum echoing in his ears. He turns his head slightly towards the sound, spotting the owner of the voice.

You and Satoru did now of those things. But it still didn't explain why he found himself seeking out your warmth whenever he could.

Signing his name on the last paper, he stands and reaches for his jacket that's draped over the back of his chair, the sound of his feet filling in the space of his office as he exits. The door closes behind him, the halls of the top floor almost bare of any life, a few of the employees pausing to wish him a good night and weekend, while others are too eager to get home that he doesn't even register to them. He leisurely walks towards the elevator, hand shoved into the pocket of his pants, humming to himself.

Satoru lets the people who arrived before him get on, politely declining their offers to let him on first, knowing just how eager they are to arrive home. He can see it in their faces, can see the enthusiasm of the married men and women to arrive home to their families. And he finds himself thinking of you again for the millionth time today.

A smile outstretches on his face as he rides down. Your face flashes in his mind and the sweet sound of your "welcome home" reproduces in his ears. If he focuses enough he can even catch a whiff of your shampoo and perfume, of the smells of the kitchen swirling while you move about in it. The smell of your tasty cooking substitutes the smell of coming from the scent of the aromas coming from the cafeteria when he steps out following the crowd.

He trails after everyone into the street, the sound of the cars driving past draws him out of his thoughts. The street is busy, with people grabbing taxis to head home and others walking in and out of the small shops and restaurants that decorate it. His eyes scan the shops, looking for a small flower shop he had walked by several months back.

He freezes in his tracks though when he hears his name being called out over the sound of the engines and the chatter of people. It's dulcet and saccharine, but Satoru knows all too well that there's also venom laced in the sweet melodic sounds.

He turns to find a woman with red-brown hair and light green eyes. Her white heels click on the sidewalk as she emerges from the corner of the building she had been leaning against. Her long baby blue pants touch the ground, and her midriff is peaking between the waistband and the hem of her matching top, her shoulders exposed despite the cold. She grins at him, the red tint of her lips drawing his attention to them, a color he used to favor on women.

"You've been avoiding me," He hears someone say from his left, the sound of popping gum echoing in his ears. He turns his head slightly towards the sound, spotting the owner of the voice.

Taking a deep breath he says her name, leaving a bitter taste inside his mouth as he takes one step towards her, "Mina."

The woman smirks, pushing herself off the wall she leaning against one, her tall heels clicking on the cement, "The one and only."

How long had it been since he had last seen her? Freshman year of college? Perhaps, he wasn't sure, all he remembered at this moment was the smile that played on her lips the last time they saw each other. A part of him still recalls the ache he'd felt in his chest as he watched her walk away. He still remembers the warm mornings in their dorms and the way his shirts would swallow her. The sharpness of her tongue when they'd fight and she'd call him nothing but a spoiled brat who'd had everything handed to him before telling him to jump off a cliff.

Three years older than him and he'd thought he'd be able to build a future with her every time they found themselves making up. But she had apparently thought otherwise when she graduated and left to work abroad. Telling him she'd just seen him as a pastime, her little boy toy.

Satoru's nails dig into the palm of his hand as Mina nears him, the strong citrus aroma of her perfume engulfing him in it. He stares down at her, blue eyes clouded by anger. All he wanted was for her to get out of his sight. "What do you want?" He asks.

Mina pouts up at him and leans closer to him, fluttering her lashes, "Oh don't sound so mean 'Toru. We haven't seen each other in a while, don't tell me you're still angry."

Standing up straighter, Satoru unclasps his hands, small red moon crescent shapes imprinted in the palm. "Why would I? Like you said it's been years, and I'm married now."

"I heard," she grins, straightening back up, "Is that the same girl you wouldn't stop talking about back then? You know the one you said was a bore."

He answers through clenched teeth, "And if it is."

Mina bites her bottom lip for a moment before grinning, "Mmmh, that's surprising."

Satoru gulps, inhaling through his nose, speaking sharply to her, "Why are you here? What do you want from me? Why are you did show up all of the sudden?"

Mina looks around the street, both her hands behind her back, "Let's go get some coffee. For old time's sake, and we can talk then."

"I'd rather not," he declines, "I have to go home. My wife is waiting for me."

A low whistle leaves Mina's lips, the grin on her face spreading, "Wow, didn't think I'd ever hear you say those words, but fine, I guess we can talk here." She takes another step closer to him, their breaths almost mix together, talking just loud enough for him to hear him over the sounds of the busy street, the corners of her lips spreading further across her face, "I just wanted to see you."

You hear the bedroom door open and shut, soft muffled steps traveling through the closed bathroom door. Shrugging you turn the faucet on, listening to the sound of the water filling the tub, your hand dipping in and out of the warm, causing waves to ripple through. Steam starts to fill the room up quickly, the mirrors fogging up, and some pouring out through the small crack of the door.

Your husband is rummaging on the other side. His shadow passes by the bathroom door as he digs through the nightstand on your side of the bed. You don't pay him any mind, and keep waiting for the tub to fill, ready to wash away the stress of the day. The trip to the orphanage and preparing the dinner right afterward had tired you out. You had also decided to pay a visit to your parents, listening to your mother's drunken ramblings about the gossip that everyone was talking about. Then you went and had lunch with the girls, Shoko's tight schedule forcing you to meet her at the hospital for a quick bite which in turn made you run into your ex-lover. The sight of him causes the inside of your stomach to churn and your heart to flutter. You were thankful he didn't speak to you, and just gave you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing on with his work.

After all that, you were more than ready to find some quiet time for yourself. If only your husband would stop making noise outside the door. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you shut the water off, and stand, undoing the knot that kept your robe closed. The cotton robe drops to your feet, the cool air of the bathroom nipping at your skin. The sounds outside the bathroom door stop.

Satoru hovers by the door peering in through the crack in the door. Your back is facing him, sitting, the towel around your body dropping down to the floor, pooling around your feet. Satoru swallows the spit in his mouth, watching your back muscles flex as you reach up to clip your hair to the back of your hand. His blue eyes trail down your body, his pants feeling tighter.

You climb into the tub, slowly sitting down and resting your head along the edge. The warm water helps your body relax and the stresses of the day vanish. The scent of lavender spreads across the room, your eyes drooping closed, and the soft sound of shuffling coming in from your shared room.

The door creaks open, cold biting at your exposed shoulders for a moment, before clicking shut. You don't have to open your eyes to know that Satoru has walked, the sound of his footsteps on the tiled floor is familiar enough after him doing this multiple times already. You feel him kneel next to the tub, his hand dipping into the warm water, which softly slushes. You wait for him to say something, but he remains silent by your side.

Peeking at him through your lashes you see him staring at the bubbles that obscure his view of your body. The collar of his shirt is sticking up, the top three buttons are undone, and his hair is disheveled. There's a long distant look in his eyes, a lost look, and his teeth are digging into the corner of his bottom lip.

You close your eyes again, sinking deeper into the water, and ask, "What's wrong?"

There's no concern in your voice, but Satoru looks up at you for the first time since he walked in. You relaxed, he tell that much, and he doesn't want to ruin it. "Nothing. Just a long day." He dips his hand further into the warm, feeling the heat of your body when his knuckles brush against the side of your thigh. Some of the tension in his body eases up, and he wants to be closer to you suddenly. "Mind if I climb in?"

You peer at him through your lashes again, wanting to see if he has any ulterior intentions, but you just find him staring at you with a sad puppy look. His bottom lip jutted out while he waits for you to give him permission. You sigh, feeling the water already starting to cool, "Fine."

Your husband quickly rises to his feet, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt before hastily undoing the buckle of his belt. He sits on the edge of the tub and pulls his socks off, almost falling into the water still fully dressed. Meanwhile, you relax back into the water, watching as he pulls his pants off, followed by his shirt being tossed on the floor.

Satoru climbs in behind you once his fully undressed, long legs encase you, and his semi-hard length presses onto your back. He wraps both arms around you, pressing a soft kiss onto your shoulder, which doesn't surprise you anymore after months of his shows of affection growing. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he starts to hum and you relax into him, letting the low vibrations soothe you.

"Did you have a long day at work? You said you'd be here earlier, but got here later than you said." You mutter, rubbing circles onto his hand.

He leans his head onto yours, his humming ceasing for a moment, "Kind of. Some unexpected work came up and I had to get a quick bite with someone."

"Were they important?"

He pauses again, "I think at one point they would've been, but they're not as influential now."

You nod your head, letting it rest on his shoulder, "Well, let me know next time, I was waiting for you to have dinner."

"Sorry, I will."

"Thank you." The bathroom falls quiet for a few moments, Satoru's warmth enveloping you as the water turns lukewarm. Suddenly you recall an important, one that you had made sure to remember for almost twenty years. "Your birthday is coming up."

"Yeah. In two more weeks. Why?"

You shrug, "It's the first birthday we'll be spending together since high school, and I was thinking we should do something." You open your eyes and look at him, "So what do you want to do?"

He blinks at you for a few moments, as if your asking him was out of the norm. Maybe he thought that you confessing that you no longer had romantic feelings for him meant you won't remember important dates such as his birthday. He finally answers with a shrug, "I don't know. I usually just have dinner with my parents or go on a trip with Suguru, but we haven't talked about anything."

You purse your lips, "Okay then...How about a mini-vacation? Somewhere with lots of good food, and sweets? We can invite your parents, Suguru, and a couple of other friends."

Satoru grins down at you, "Are you being considerate?"

You playfully slap his arm, "Look just because I don't love you, doesn't mean I want you to have a horrible birthday." Raising an eyebrow you lean closer to him, "So, mini-vacation, or would you rather do something else?"

He smiles again, pressing his forehead to yours, "A mini-vacation sounds great."

"Then it's decided," You say getting up, cold water dripping down your bare body, "Now let's go to bed. I'm tired and I want to sleep in tomorrow before going to your parent's."

Satoru groans as he follows you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist, "I forgot to bring clothes. I'll see you in a little." With that, he disappears into the dimly lit bedroom.

You shake your head as you watch him leave, towel hanging low on his hips while drying yourself off and changing into a nightgown. You clean up afterward, the sound of Satoru climbing into bed and reaching your ears while you do so. The last thing you do is pick up the discarded robes, throw them into the bin of your clothes, and spot Satoru's clothes on the floor near the tub.

You pick his shirt up, ready to toss it in the clothes bin, but you catch the scent of another women's perfume. One that doesn't belong to you or his secretary.

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bluujaee · 3 years ago

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 19 | 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: gojo satoru x you

summary: your work crush on gojo satoru finally comes to fruition in the form of rough, angry sex in his penthouse apartment. you never thought you’d be so excited to be broken up with.

There’s something that you’ve always wanted to try. Being with your ex for so many years meant that you never really got the chance to explore yourself, at least not sexually.

He’s a nice guy. He’s rather quiet, rather reserved, and especially so in bed. Your sex life mainly consisted of the basic positions, where he’d climb on top of you and fuck you, and you’d accept it and… honestly remain unsatisfied at times. When he broke up with you, it was bittersweet.

Bitter, because spent the vast majority of your young adult life with him, and change is difficult.

Sweet, because you now have the opportunity to act on a teeny tiny work crush that you’ve developed.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 13 | 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩/𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐒𝐞𝐱

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: it was messy when the two of you broke up. it only makes sense that the make-up would be just as bad.

an: this is the kind of messy breakup and make-up that drives you both insane but like the sex is really good yk

Leaving him was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Gojo Satoru was (and probably still is) the love of your life. He’s adventurous, wild, spontaneous, he could read you like he wrote the book of your existence. You loved, and loved, and loved him, until he stopped allowing you to do so.

The day he asked you out, he teleported the two of you to the roof of a skyscraper to do it. He thought you’d like the view, and you did, but you were only looking at him.

(Partly because you were infatuated with him, but mostly because you were terrified of looking down).

“No pressure or anything,” he said, laughing as he held his arms around your waist, looking over at the city of Tokyo sprawling throughout the distance, “but do you wanna stop fucking casually, and I don’t know– start fucking seriously?”

“No pressure?” You squealed, as your hair whipped around your face wildly in the wind, and you looked out over the plummeting drop before you, “are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now? I– You’re basically holding me hostage. What if I say no?”

“Say yes or I’ll drop you,” he joked, giving you a mischievous grin.

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The use of 'nigga' did it for me!! Instant Follow!!!!

𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒

synopsis. you said it was gonna be a small trip to the hair store... by yourself but of course your boyfriend, Gojo, had to come too.

pairing. satoru gojo x black! reader

genre + warnings. fluff, kissing.

authors note. love me some gojo bruh.

"gojo!" you whisper, yell at your boyfriend, "put them peoples stuff down before we get kicked out." he turn around with the black, short cut, wig on his head. "but wouldn't i look cute with black hair?" he laughs making you roll your eyes. why did you have to date a man child?

“you know what? stay here and model for ‘em. i think you’ll make it,” you said throwing up your hand at him before walking off.

you wanted to go to the hair store for a couple things. just a couple. but know your trying to tell your 6’3”, about 28 decades old boyfriend to take off a wig. a fucking wig that you didn’t even know if it was clean or not. after putting your stuff on the counter, you turned your head to look for him at the back of the store to see him not there. he big. he can’t got far.

your eyes run over the store before finding his tall figure squatting by the lipglosses on the wall. "Gojo, com' on," you groaned. he was probably trying to find that lip gloss he loves on you. you told him you ran out yesterday and he swears he can't live without it, and your the one who wears it, and you know this lady tired of you standing up here in her face too.

"GO-"

"got it! coming," he said before walking over with the lip gloss in hand. he pays for the things and was quick to tell the lady not to put the lip gloss in the bag. "let that lady do her job," you laughed before getting the bags off the counter, including the lipgloss.

you put the lipgloss in the little compartment under the air conditioner and put the bag in the back. before he even turned the car on he grabs the lip gloss and opens it before holding it out to me. just holding it.

you side eye him. "nigga i'm not bout to put that on my lips-" his face didn't change. you roll your eyes and grab the lipgloss and put it on in the mirror as he turns on the car. after putting it on you look over at him.

"see, was it so hard?" he laughed before grabbing your face and kissing you. you pull away. “i hate you.” he grins, “love you too.”

i think being annoying is his love language.

 ksastar 2022.

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bluujaee · 3 years ago

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Make Me

note: story takes place where Jujutsu Tech is a university and all students are between 19-22. reader is 21, gojo is 28. he is a professor at the university. there is smut, angst. (f)oral, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), semi-toxic gojo. toxic ex-naoya ze-nin. professorxstudent.

I originally posted this on Wattpad, but decided to edit it - add more content - and post here. Hopefully its well-liked.

Y/N leaned against the wall of the indoor training space, watching as Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki squared off. It was an amusing match, watching the two clearly annoy one another. Next to you stood Megumi Fushiguro, who unlike you seemed less interested in the series of events unfolding before him.

Your eyes trailed past the two training students, and in the distance you see Satoru Gojo watching his students beneath a pair of dark-rimmed glasses, studying their movements and tactics as he silently critiqued their methods. You took a hard swallow, the fight before you becoming a thing of the past as you took in his tall, lean form.

He had chosen to forgo his usual school uniform - instead wearing a long sweater that hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing his muscular trapezius and collarbone, his legs decked out in a pair of slacks and sneakers. Having grown so used to seeing him in his school uniform - the sight before you was unfamiliar, his hair hanging loose and unkept.

You were staring too long - you knew it, captivated by his good looks. Good looks he knew he had too, ever so cocky and prideful when it came to his appearance or power or status because who was society to tell him otherwise? You forced yourself to look away when you felt yourself begin to flush further - inappropriate thoughts slipping into your mind. He was your teacher. You had started Jujutsu Tech, a college for sorcerers recently. You were a year older than your peers, who were either 19 or 20.

You let out a frustrated sigh to yourself. In truth, during your time at Jujutsu Tech Gojo had been relatively good with you all as students. He treated you all less like his students and more like colleagues, trusting you all with missions or learning things on your own. It was like he didn’t see the point in treating you any other way when the world you already operated in was so dangerous. It was like the knowledge of the danger also made him not care that he could spend days hanging out with his students, going shopping or out to eat, or in the case of Megumi - antagonizing the holy hell out of him. He even was there for you when your boyfriend broke up with you, leaving you for a girl he had cheated on you with named Mikasa. Him and Yuji basically broke your door down, ice-cream and movies in arms, ready to console you while Nobara stormed in, threatening to kick the guy’s ass who had broken your heart. When nearly a week passed of your mood being sour, he had been the first person to make you laugh and smile after your heartache.

It was unfortunately in that moment that you began to see him differently, something in your heart stirring and thumping more wildly as time went on when you were in his presence.

Suddenly, Kugisaki landed with a thud near your feet as she let out a painful huff and you blinked, your mind drawing away from your thoughts as you noticed the girl crumpled at your feet. You watched her move to get up, but Gojo stepped in, interrupting the training as Kiyotaka Ijichi entered the room.

You watched him speak to the faculty member before stepping away and turning to his students. Throwing on a smirk, he placed his hands on his hips dramatically as he announced you all would be joining him on a mission. As his gaze flickered around the room, watching his students' reactions, you couldn’t help but feel them stop and settle on you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed the corners of his lips pulling further, and you could’ve sworn it changed to one of a more mischievous nature. It had you blushing furiously as you looked away, still feeling his eyes burning on you.

"Oh yeah!" Itadori cheered, fist pumping the air.

"I wonder where we're going? What stores are there?" Kugisaki questioned, momentarily forgetting about just losing to her friend.

"Finally," Fushiguro said, although his voice displayed no actual enthusiasm.

* * * * *

You found yourself and your friends arriving at a small village in Japan where you had to exorcize a curse. Gojo had long abandoned you all - his usual style - in search of or to-do God knows what.

When you had arrived at the curse site you all believed it was going to be easy. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

What you all had believed going in was going to be a relatively simple task turned out to be a much worse and tedious endeavor, with you all facing off against a special-grade and many annoying lower-level curses that had been drawn to the chaos.

You all held your own for a while, but one by one you began to break under the pressure. When you went to combat against the special grade, you were instead hit hard and sent you flying through the air. You ended up colliding into the lap of Itadori and knocked the wind from both your lungs.

You both struggled to get up, Itadori refraining from using Sukuna even in his own sorry state of blood and bruises - as per request from Gojo as by now he had already consumed quite a few fingers and the vengeful spirit's power only grew - and yourself a heaving mess, where at some point you were pretty sure you ended up with a concussion, blood streaming down your face and deep gash along your right side.

You looked to your other friends - Fushiguro was using the Max Elephant, but even when he managed to get a hit on the curse, he was matched with an equal-level hit. Kugisaki was also a mess like yourself, fighting alongside Fushiguro's Divine Dog: Totality where she was surrounded by lower-grade curses.

"This isn't working!" Itadori yelled out, annoyed with his fists balled at his side, slightly taking on a blue hue as he gathered curse energy.

You heard Kugisaki dispel the lower-grade curses behind you, making her way towards yourself and the others, joining your ranks.

"We need to get out of here," you said, although you had a feeling that was not what Itadori had in mind. "Get help. If one of us can, then maybe -"

Before you could finish your sentence you were all hit with another blast of cursed energy sending you each flying. You landed with a thud in the distance, your vision blurring as it grew darker by the minute. You managed to see Kugisaki running towards you worriedly, the figure of an unmistakable man appearing behind the special-grade curse, a cocky smile on his face and hand on his hip.

"Gojo...?" you murmured before passing out.

* * * * *

When you finally woke up it was not in the bedroom you had rented with you and your friends for this mission.

You were also sore. God were you sore. You sat up slowly, wincing at the pain you felt in your head and all over. However, when you reached up to feel for the source of the blood from earlier you found no open wounds - simply a small scar near your hairline. You noticed your clothing had changed as well - now appearing to be in an oversize shirt. When you shifted you felt a sting on your side, and remembering the gash from earlier, you lifted the shirt slightly to see a scar along that as well before letting it fall back to your thighs. Evidently someone had used a reverse curse cure on you.

Now that you knew you were relatively okay, you surveyed the room you were in, realizing it looked like your rented space but had some differences. For instance, the queen size bed you laid on was one, the jacket thrown over a chair another, and the table in the corner that was home to what looked like shopping bags.

You knew it wasn't Kugisaki's room, you guys were sharing a space just like Itadori and Fushiguro were. That left only one person...

"Gojo!" you said, startled as the bathroom door opened and he emerged, dressed in his school uniform from the waist down but his top half in nothing more than a loose fitting dark long sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled up. His hair was down and damp, sunglasses replacing his usual blindfold. He must’ve just finished showering, you thought.

"You're up," he noted, crossing his arms with what looked to be a small smile.

You were still processing being in his room. This had to be inappropriate, right? Not like you exactly minded, but still...

"I'm in... where are... what happened?" you could barely form a sentence, a million questions flooding your brain. Were the others okay? Why were you in his room? What about the curses?

He let out a light laugh, crossing the space to look out the window that oversaw the village in the distance, hands in his pockets. You couldn’t help but notice that despite his cheerful attitude, he sounded a bit… off. Like he was forcing playfulness instead of conveying his true thoughts: concern. You blinked, confusion registering across your features as you tried to discern if those feelings had been for you when you finally realized he had been talking, his back to you as he took in the scenery before him.

"...The others are fine. I told them to go out, let you rest - I'd keep an eye on you in the meantime." He turned around at the last part and you felt your cheeks flush at the statement. There was no way he didn't know you had a huge crush on him. Goddamnit, you thought.

Rather than risk further embarrassment, you decided it was probably best you try to get out while you can, before you did something totally stupid. Like admitting your feelings to someone clearly out of your league in every sense.

As you slipped yourself out of his bed, you found yourself suddenly losing your balance, light-headness crashing into you and making the room spin. Gojo was on you in seconds, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you towards him to lean on him for support. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling in your head, hands gripping his biceps.

You didn't realize what had happened until a minute later when you blinked, taking in a hard breath at the proximity of his body flush against yours, his intoxicating scent making you dizzy again but for completely different reasons.

He didn't say anything for a minute either. Instead you could feel his fingers slightly digging harder into the sides of your hips; you had a feeling they were going to leave bruises at this rate. Suddenly the air in the room felt heavier, smaller even. As if he could sense it too, you heard him clear his throat, his hold not squeezing you as tightly but still remaining.

“You really shouldn’t be moving… or standing right now.” The seriousness in his voice surprised you as you forced yourself to look up at his eyes, but it was hard to discern whatever they were conveying with his sunglasses shielding his vision.

You gulped, pulling slightly in his grasp as you remembered your change in outfit. “I’m fine…” Then: “Gojo, where are my clothes?”

He was ushering you back onto the bed, and despite your momentary resistance, you fell back onto the sheets, legs hanging exposed over the side. Your hands slipped away from one another and you found yourself craving his touch.

“We had to get them off of you, there was a lot of blood.” Your heart raced at the thought and then you realized the shirt you were wearing must be his - as it felt too large to be Megumi or Yuji’s.

“Oh.” You said softly.

He kneeled in front of you, surprised by the action as he surveyed your features. “How do you feel?”

You tried to calm your nerves, your fast racing heart, but found it increasingly difficult, especially when he reached out and gripped your chin softly, tilting your head to inspect what you surmised to be his handiwork.

“Y-you did fine,” you praised and he nodded, but he seemed to not believe you. You let out a small huff and, before you could stop yourself, grabbed the hand holding your chin by the wrist, your hand sliding up so your thumb pressed into his palm. The intimacy of the act seemed to not be lost on either of you, yet still you pressed on.

“I’m fine, Gojo, really.” You weren’t sure if you were convincing him or yourself at this point, because although your battle wounds had healed, at this moment you did not feel fine. You were happy to be in his presence, but you were both adults and neither of you were dumb enough to not realize how this situation looked, how the room felt between you two, how bad it could be for him.

And yet you both remained where you were - you grasping his hand, your chest lightly rising in bated breath, and him in front of your bare legs. You tried to suppress the thoughts gnawing at the back of your head - lean in, kiss him, hold him, touch him - but you felt paralyzed, consumed by them, by him. You can’t do this - this is wrong. Maybe in another year, when he isn’t your literal teacher. You bite your lip and don’t miss the way his Adam-apple bobs at your action. Maybe your crush wasn’t quite a one-way street, a memory flashing into your mind as you began to rethink the moments within it:

Your hands were placed on your hips, a smirk on your face as you tried to hide your slight annoyance by him. He wasn’t really making you mad - not really as your heart raced from the way he smiled down at you.

“Gooojooo,” you whined, watching as he only laughed lightly at the exaggerated reference of his name. “Give me back my phone.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. You seem a lot more interested in it then the work,” he replied, jumping back as you tried to swipe it from his tall grasp once more, but instead falling (unsurprisingly) short to his tall frame and reach. “I mean, what could possibly be more important than this.” He references the environment around him and then himself.

You roll your eyes, suppressing a laugh. “I’m expecting a call.”

“From who?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you smirked. When he continued to hold your phone away, you gave in and finally said: “It’s just some guy...”

You didn’t know it, but you miss the way he bristles from your words. He knew it was wrong - you were his student, only just turning twenty, but he found you captivating. It didn’t help that despite your status, you were in more ways than one treated as a colleague to not only himself, but other members of staff. Worse still, this made him react in ways he didn’t always intend.

“Some guy? Doesn’t even have a name?” he’s interrogating you now, but you miss the way he seems jealous, managing to make it pass as curiosity.

It had only been a few months since you and what’s-his-name had broken up. He had been a real piece of work and Gojo absolutely hated him, hated how he hurt you. He (and the others) were the ones that were there to pick up the pieces, but even then the damage had already been done. Surprisingly, you leaned on him a lot those few weeks - and he let you. Things had gotten exponentially complicated for him in that time span - and so the days he wasn’t with you or the others, he was spending it killing curses or trying to forget you when talking to some woman at a bar, just to try to forget the feelings.

You make a grab for the phone again and he’s so lost in his own thoughts that he misses the action. Unfortunately, his own delayed reaction has you trapped as he grabs your waist and you lose your balance, both you falling onto the ground. You fell onto his chest and you blushed from the proximity before quickly rolling off him as you sat up. He seemed to be momentarily distracted by the action too and you took it as your moment to grab the phone from his hands, your fingers lightly grazing against one another.

He chooses not to mention the intimate act, although his body reacts in a way that tells him to do otherwise, and leans up on his elbows. “Really, who is this guy?”

You shrug, not wanting to admit it was your ex. He truly was toxic, having late been trying to get back into your good graces. While you had started to get over him - you were only human, having shared a few years of your life with him.

Your phone pings and Gojo doesn’t miss the name that appears on the screen. He lets out a frustrated sigh and you give him a guilty look. “Y/n,” he tuts.

“It’s…complicated.”

“There’s nothing complicated about it, he’s a dick and he hurt you. He doesn’t deserve you,” Gojo says the words so quickly that he hopes it doesn’t betray the feelings behind them, praying he’s coming off more concerned and less jealous and possessive.

Next thing you know he’s grabbing your phone again, asking you to unlock and refusing to answer why until you finally give in. He types a quick message to your ex and then throws it towards you after sending it.

“Gojo!”

You read the message he sent, shocked by the action. It was a simple message: I’m seeing someone else. Lose my number.

You look up at him and he shrugs, seemingly unbothered (although that couldn’t be further from truth), blushing from the boldness, from the lie you were no longer single. Meanwhile, he’s trying not to let his energy come out in waves at the thought you and your ex were texting one another, the potential of reconnecting. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

He stands and extends his hand to you, pulling you up as he says: “Come on, you have training soon.”

You blinked as the memory filled your brain, your being. Had he been jealous? You notice the way his fingers begin to lightly brush against your own hand, careful and soft. As if testing the boundaries himself, both of you lost in that very moment. You felt yourself start to lean forward, also blurring the lines. Your lips so close to his that you could feel his breath when -

“YUJI ITADORI!”

It was only when you heard the sound of Nobara yelling obscenities in the hallway at Yuji that you were both pulled back into reality. Your hands fell away from one another and you leaned back as he stood, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You should get back to your room,” he said, moving away from you. You couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach at how cold he sounded, detached as if you hadn’t just been holding one another. “I’ll be gone the rest of the day - just drop off the shirt when you’ve changed.”

You opened your mouth about to argue, but found no words as you shakily stood. This time, he didn’t move towards you and you managed to regain your balance on your own, feeling a bit of yourself die on the inside as he kept his gaze away from you.

“If you start to feel weird, let Ijichi know. He’ll be taking you all back to the school tomorrow anyways.”

You gave a meek nod, before moving past him, hand stopping on the handle of his room as you looked back before slipping back out and across the hall to your own room.

* * * * *

Three weeks had passed since the incident in Japan and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You tried to push the thoughts away, burying yourself in work as Nobara watched on curiously. When you had returned to your hotel room that night, she found you upset but you refused to talk about it, having long changed your outfit and left Gojo’s shirt in his empty room. So instead she let you be, told the boys it was a girls night, and tried to distract you. Since then you had only told her you were still recovering and just felt under the weather and she seemed to choose to believe you rather than press further.

It also didn’t help that during this week, your ex texted you again - out of the blue - after months of no contact. He sent you kind words, sounding genuine and interested and you couldn’t help but find solace in the moment after weeks of Gojo avoiding you as best he could. At least before the night in that hotel, Gojo treated you as a friend - now you felt like a nobody.

So here you were sitting in a bar you had long forgotten the name too, a cocktail in front of you and legs crossed, the black dress you had thrown on sitting high on your mid-thighs. Next to you? You ex, whose hand had found purchase on your knee as he kept murmuring how great you looked, how much he missed you, wondering how you had been, and how much of an idiot he was for leaving you. You blushed from the compliments, already a bit intoxicated from what had to be your second or third cocktail - a mix of a number of different boozes and something sweet that had you going back for more rather than (smartly) pace yourself.

“Admit it, you’ve missed me,” he murmured, hand slightly rising up your knee and resting near the hem of your dress as he gave a gentle squeeze. “I’ve missed you,” he purred as he leaned into you.

“I-” before you could finish your sentence you felt a familiar presence fall into your orbit. You didn’t need to look over your shoulder to know who it was.

“Naoya,” he greeted your ex, sounding clearly annoyed as he leaned against the counter behind you. Close enough you could smell his cologne, feel his arm find purchase behind the back of your barstool as his touch briefly grazed your back. He never liked Naoya - granted, many of your friends didn’t either. Again, he was a mistake you unfortunately had the habit of coming back to when you were at your worst.

“Y/n, surprised to see you here.” You didn’t miss the way his smile seems somewhat forced, momentarily taken aback by the fact he was not wearing sunglasses or his usual wrap.

As if he hadn’t been actively avoiding me the last few weeks, you think to yourself bitterly. The alcohol is starting to mingle with your senses to make you care less than usual. You let out a scoff that Naoya seems to miss, but Gojo picks up on. He chooses to ignore it - for now.

“Gojo,” Naoya says cooly, having a shared hatred for the man behind you and clear annoyance because he was quite apparently cock-blocking him.

The bartender approaches the three of you and Gojo places an order - and you're surprised to see him also ordering alcohol, something you knew he hated. He turns back to you both, eyes on Naoya as he asks his next question, although it sounds like a statement and is obviously directed at you.

“So you guys are dating again.”

Naoya smirks and shrugs, not granting an answer to him and you sip at your drink quietly, avoiding the gaze of both men as you feel him give another gentle squeeze to your thigh. Gojo doesn’t miss any of it, his jaw ticking at the action before the bartender interrupts you all once more with Gojo’s drink. Your eyes flicker to him briefly, watching as he takes a drink of the hard liquor. You look away when he catches your gaze and he sets the glass down, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You don’t know what overcomes you in that moment, maybe it was annoyance you felt from him recently as he had been so actively out of his life that he felt he could push his way back in, but you place your hand over Naoya’s, gently running your fingers over his a somewhat suggestive manner as you take another sip.

“I’ve missed him,” you say, but you're not looking at Naoya and you know it’s lie, instead watching Gojo with a piercing look as you remembered the moment with the phone, deciding to test the waters.

Naoya is smirking behind you, not quite picking up on the subtleties between you and Gojo - not aware of the fact the two of you were in some weird lovers quarrel when you weren’t even together in the first place. Gojo matches your gaze with his own, but you don’t realize the coldness behind the gaze, the way you seemed to strike something in him that left him restless and angry.

“How’s Mikasa?” Gojo asks suddenly, looking over your shoulder to Naoya.

You feel yourself tense at the name as Naoya’s hand slips from your thigh. You can’t help but feel the emotions that flood you at the mention of her name - no less coming from Gojo, the man who had helped you get over the heartache in the first place. He said it so casually, so cruelly, knowing it would hurt you.

“We broke up,” Naoya says plainly, obviously irritated.

“Didn’t cheat on her too?” Gojo asks after another sip of his booze.

Naoya bristles at the words and you can’t take anymore of it. You slip out of the barstool, grabbing your purse.

“I need to use the restroom,” you say softly, brushing past them both before either can stop you.

Rather than using the restroom, you slip out the backdoor and into the alleyway, the cool night air hitting you as you take in a shaky breath. It helps in sobering you up as you feel the tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill over as you quickly wipe them away. Fuck Gojo, you thought bitterly. You begin to walk home and it doesn’t take long for the familiar steps of your teacher to be close behind you, calling your name.

You choose to ignore him until finally he catches up to you, hand grabbing your wrist to stop you. You pulled your arm away from him, recoiling from touch as if it physically hurt you. He didn’t miss the action, momentarily hurt as he took in your appearance - eyes red where they threatened to spill over with tears - before he masked his emotions.

“I took it too far,” he noted, hands shoving into his pockets. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away from him, too upset to meet his gaze, afraid you would concede to his apologies. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have entertained the idea of your ex, and low-and-behold, life was sure to remind you of the fact.

“Just leave me alone, Gojo,” you sighed. “You’ve been doing a stellar job so far.”

You turned away from him, making your way back to the school. He instead followed close behind you.

“You can do better than him. He cheated -”

You whirled on him then and he stopped, nearly colliding into your smaller frame. “Yeah, I know. Mikasa, right? I wonder how she is.” You mock, anger and pain coursing through you as the events of the previous weeks and tonight coursed through you. You didn’t even fight the tears that spilled over your cheeks.

“Y/n,” he began.

“We aren’t friends Gojo, we aren’t dating. We aren’t anything. You’ve made that painfully obvious the last few weeks. You're my professor.” You don’t mean to let the dating-word slip, but it does and at this point, you're too hurt to care. Fuck if he knew you liked him, because it was painfully obvious he didn’t know what he wanted. “So, Seriously Gojo - just leave me the fuck alone right now,” you snapped and whirled around, leaving him behind you.

* * * * *

You laid on the mattress of the hotel room you had rented, alone on your own solo mission while the others were busy on a mission together. It had been a week since the events of the bar and Gojo apparently seemed to be taking your words to heart, leaving you alone.

Your friends’ didn’t miss the awkwardness either - the way Gojo and yourself had been barely interacting with one another for the better part of a grand total of four weeks now - since this whole mess had started.

You had swooped up this mission as soon as you heard word from Yaga about it, and after some consideration, he allowed you to go out on your own. Ijichi was with you too of course, but he was too busy with his own work to bother you. You didn’t mind him, truthfully, you actually found him somewhat endearing. But the last few days have left you emotionally exhausted and craving solitude. Besides, you had just spent the better portion of the day finding out all that you could about this curse - including sympathetically listening to others tell you the horrors of the location you suspected the curse to be. You were drained.

A knock on your door stirred you from your thoughts and you sat up, clad in a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized sweater that once belonged to Megumi (you stole it), having immeditality changed when you got back. Documents were strewn along the small dining area where you had earlier been taking notes, trying to better access the curse. When you opened the door you couldn’t help the way your heart did somersaults.

“Gojo, what are you doing here?” you asked, surprised to see your teacher. He was dressed in more professional look, white button down with rolled sleeves, dress pants and shoes and a small bag in his hand.

“I brought a peace-offering,” he gestured toward the bag. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated for a moment before stepping aside, letting him into the room as you shut the door behind you. You leaned against, watching him survey the space, your fingers toying at the fringe on the end of the sweater’s sleeves.

He turned back to you, holding the gift out. You grabbed it from him wordlessly, peering inside to see a small box. You pulled it out, opening it to see inside a simple silver necklace adorned with a simple letter in an aquamarine gemstone: G.

You looked up at him incredulously.

“You deserve better,” he stated simply, hands in his pockets.

You watched him quietly, momentarily shocked into silence until finally you found your voice. “Gojo…” you warned and cleared your throat. This man had sent you on a whirlwind as of late - no way did he think he could simply barge in here and buy his way into your good graces. To essentially admit his feelings this way.

“And that’s you?” you finally asked, picking up the jewel for a moment before closing the lid of the box and setting the gift down onto the dining room table. You deserved an Academy award for the performance you were giving - containing your range of emotions, keeping a level-head.

He moved towards you slowly and you felt yourself shift in his presence, heart racing. “Gojo…” you warned again.

“Forgive me,” he pleaded, stopping in front of you, too close for it to be appropriate. His hands slipped from his pants pockets, one suddenly cupping your cheek, stroking it gently and you couldn’t help but lean into the touch. “Forgive me,” said again, this time untying his wrap and letting you see his azure eyes, hair falling widely in front of them.

“I hate you,” you said softly. You didn’t actually mean it and he knew it. He smirked, then:

“Forgive me.” His voice is more hushed now, and you notice the pleading tone it takes. You realize then that perhaps you weren’t the only one suffering these past weeks.

You can’t help the way your heart flutters, the way you remember the time he has made you laugh, has helped you. For some reason, it triumphs through the heartache, the rejection you had felt from him, because you were never really his in the first place.

“I forgive you,” you say - and you mean it. It’s done softly, as if to remind him you can only handle so much more before you break and he seemed to understand.

His hands fall away from you and you try to ignore the closeness of his frame to your own, afraid of further rejection of him if you were to instigate anything.

“The necklace is beautiful,” you note, glancing over to it. You weren’t dumb when you read the letter G - you knew it was Gojo’s way of showing you were his - you guessed specifically to Naoya. It felt more like a gift for him than yourself, but it was pretty regardless and you felt yourself turn shy at the thought he was only confirming your suspicions.

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier,” you noted, maneuvering your way around him as you moved towards your bed, his eyes following you.

His eyebrows raise and you repeat yourself. “You said I deserve better… does that mean you?”

You blush under his gaze as he reads you. He realizes now, if he were to openly say it - admit to a year’s worth of suppressed feelings for you - he would be finally passing that line he had been trying so hard to avoid. But as he watched you now, the way your skin flushed under his gaze, your exposed legs, the small smile playing at your lips, he felt all voices of reason leaving his mind.

He moved towards you slowly and you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze, until finally he stopped in front of you, hand finding purchase on your hip, right near your scar. Your breath stopped as you felt him rub circles along the material of the sweater, always just a few centimeters away from the imperfect flesh.

“Yes.”

You gulped, not sure what to say.

“Y’know it's rude to stare,” he joked.

You blush at the statement and open your mouth to say something, but it closes shut when you look up at him. You don’t miss the mischievous look in his eye, the smirk pulling at his lips.

Somehow you find your voice, looking away shyly. "Shut up," is all you muster to say, and you know how lame it sounds compared to his charming and teasing personality. He lets out a small laugh and you move to hide your face in his chest, an action that surprised you from the ease of which you did it and that left him momentarily pleasantly shocked as well. His other hand found purchase on your waist and you placed your hands on his biceps as you pulled away.

You were watching both your feet, too shy to meet his gaze as your hands traveled down his forearms carefully, knowing you should let go. It was one thing to admit your feelings, it was another for either of you to act on them.

You didn't realize the moments of silence that had passed. He seemed to be momentarily taken aback by your words, eyebrows raised and an amused smirk on his face. But then you felt another shift in the atmosphere, until finally he said: "Make me."

Your eyes snapped up to his, your mouth hanging slightly open in surprise of his words. His tone was all kinds of serious and dangerously seductive, his voice going slightly deeper.

"Gojo..." you said surprised, but your voice came out as a squeak more than anything and you feel yourself drawing slightly closer. Was this really happening? Do not act like a lovesick idiot... do not act-

"I said make me," he said again, stepping forward to aid in bridging the space that had grown between you. You can feel his breath on your face, his lips so close. His breath smelled both sweet and minty and you briefly wondered what snack he had found himself eating before you woke up.

You stare at his lips, your cheeks burning and heart pounding with desire. You feel dizzy again. All logical reasoning is quickly leaving your mind and you know you are in danger of doing something ridiculously stupid.

"We shouldn't..." you find yourself murmuring, and you know despite what you're saying, you don't actually want this to end.

He knows what you're saying is true, it’s the rational thing but he's smirking again and his tall frame is leaning down into you until you can almost feel his lips grazing your own. "So. stop. me," he teases, enunciating every word with a methodical and slow purpose, voice even more husky with want.

You feel as his lips brush against your own lightly, along your burning cheekbone and finally near your ear. “And call me Satoru.”

You shudder from his touch, goosebumps forming alongside your skin. You can’t help the mewl that passes your lips, “‘Turo.”

The nickname you say has him shifting uncomfortably, his pants growing tighter at the sound of his first name gracing your lips.

Although he’s already broken so many moral codes as your professor, he needs to hear you admit your own feelings, your own want - no, need - for this moment. He needs your permission before he takes this any further. He needs to know you're okay with this.

You swallow, your mouth dry, breathing heavily from the possibility of this moment. From him. You watch as you slowly drag your own hands down his forearms, nails lightly scratching him - not enough to leave marks, but feel almost ticklish. Your body felt like it was five steps ahead of your own mind, but all actions and thoughts seemed to be heading in the same direction regardless.

You hear him groan, both of your bodies shuddering under your touch until finally you place your hands over his own that are on your waist. His hands are huge, fingers are long and slender. Your hands are small in comparison, and you find yourself suddenly self-conscious. By now he has pulled away to be looking back at you and you can feel his gaze on you once more.

You slowly look up at him, and you notice his expression is less playful and teasing; now more soft and serious. You simply watch him for a minute, gathering up your courage to finally just give in. To allow yourself some happiness in what has been an otherwise chaotic and heartbreaking year. Naoya had destroyed you, Satoru had hurt you, and work was hell. What made your relationship with Naoya even more difficult though, and what made Satoru’s statement from a week ago hurt worse, was the fact he knew Naoya was your first. First love. First partner. First everything. And Gojo had been the light in an otherwise bleak feeling, despite him being your professor. The thing was, Gojo never felt like that. Not for a single moment. He always felt like a friend, and sometimes your hero. You admired him, respected him, wanted him. Damn the consequences if there were to be any.

"I know what I want," you say, voice barely above a whisper. Despite being soft-spoken, your confidence shines through. "I want this. I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. Within seconds Gojo has your waist pulled tightly to his, arms snaking around your and hands resting on your lower back. Your own arms coil around his neck, hands lifting to run through his hair. He moans into your mouth as you slightly tug and his own hands slip further down your back before resting on your ass. The kiss is passionate, his lips soft and molding into your own. It was at this moment you realized the mint you smelled earlier was actually his lips and the sweetness simply his breath. You groaned.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N," he says, his lips leaving your own. You let out an impatient moan and he smirks against your jaw, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses until he reaches your neck.

"Patience. You don't want me to punish you, do you?" he smiles into a kiss. You can barely mumble out a no, but even then you feel like his punishment could not possibly be a bad thing.

You moan, tugging his hair to bring his lips back to your own. He lets out a light laugh, ignoring his own previous statement to enjoy your own lips on his once more.

You can feel your whole body becoming flustered at the series of events, only imagining Gojo's own need when it is all but confirmed when he slightly switches his posture while he kisses you, feeling the tent growing in his pants against your lower stomach. He moans at the shift, but you can tell he is still hesitating, not sure on whether to take it further, to go to the extent that he wants to. You smile into your kiss. It was strange to think Gojo may have a more softer, sensitive side like this and even then you weren't sure how long this would last as things continued. After all, Gojo's usually cocky nature felt like it may carry into the bedroom, especially after everything that had just happened in a matter of a few minutes. Right now though, him giving you some control seemed to be his main thought process.

You pull away briefly and pause and look into his azure eyes, darkened by his desire for you. For a minute you felt as if you could be perfectly content being lost in those eyes. "I want this," you say again, but this time you start pulling him towards the bed, you falling onto the mattress, fingers laced through his belt. You look up at him, body already forming hickeys along your collarbone and lips red and swollen from your kisses.

The site of you staring up at him like that - so honest and open - he has to resist the urge to rip off both your clothes then and there and fuck you to oblivion, although it was his end goal. He smirks at the thought, and now that he knew what exactly you wanted, he didn't plan on holding back.

He slips out of his shirt, revealing his own muscular body and you bite your lip, legs squeezing together, only adding fuel to the flames of his ego. He was literally perfect, his exposed skin devoid of any imperfections. His pants hung low on his waist and you couldn't help but notice the white happy-trail that traveled down his navel and past those same pants.

He's leaning over you with such dominance now and you can feel your own heat from your core growing as you find yourself flush against the bed, legs hanging over the side. He's on top of you now, face hovering over yours as one hand rests at the hem of your shirt, toying with it as if he was actually contemplating removing it, smirking mischievously. His other arm rests above your head, keeping him supported above you and entrapping you in his large, warm frame, large hand wrapped around your delicate wrists to hold you in place.

He can’t help but suddenly think about the week prior, how he hurt you, how Naoya touched you. The fact you had been talking to one another again. He absolutely hated that fucker and adored you. The idea that those same lips were able to kiss your skin, feel your touch, fuck you. If he could - and he could/should - he would kill Naoya for the hurt he caused you. But that's another time. For now, all he could think about was showing you how much he loved you, how you deserved only the best, and that he was so damn sorry for hurting you.

"You're mine." It's said definitively, without question and an unwavering sense of arrogance.

You find yourself nodding, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him at the moment. He begins leaving a trail of kisses along your face, your jaw, and neck, but actively avoiding your lips as you let out a small whine that was only overshadowed by the moan of pleasure you also felt. His lips felt like whispers against your skin, so teasing, and you find yourself grinding up against him and you can see him try to contain his own sounds of pleasure.

His hand near your shirt slips underneath and you feel his fingertips dancing along your stomach and hip bone. It wasn't enough though.

"Say it."

With a shaky breath, you manage to finally say: "I'm yours."

His lips crash on top of yours and you feel the hand under your shirt traveling upwards, leaving the skin his touched hot and tingling with sensation. Despite the confidence he displays, you can feel his own heartbeat against your chest, racing as quickly as your own.

He nibbles at your lower lip and you let out a throaty groan of pleasure, the hand under your shirt now skimming the outline of your bra until you feel it cup your breast, squeezing roughly.

"Mmmm.... yours," you mumble against his lips again and he lets out his own groan at your proclamation before feeling him pull away, hands slipping from your body. You're about to protest, but stop once you realize he is simply trying to remove your own top. You aid in the endeavor, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him against you. His skin is hot to the touch like your own and you begin trailing kisses down his own jaw, sucking on the skin of his neck and shoulders.

"Fuck," he breathes out, his own head buried in your shoulder. You smirk, knowing that like him, you had left your own marks of territory on his skin. Pulling back to your face, he grabs your chin and pulls your lips to his again, if only briefly before he mimics your moves, leaves love bites along your neck and collarbone before kissing the outline of your exposed breasts in your bra.

You feel yourself buck up against him and he lightly laughs against your skin before a palm rests along your stomach, holding you still. God if kisses did you in like this, you could only imagine how the rest of him would make you unravel.

You watch him descend further down your stomach before finally he is kneeling in front of you, lightly kissing the skin exposed just above the hem of your shorts. You feel his other hand trailing up your leg, antagonizing slow before he leans back, kissing along your ankle, side of your calf muscle, above your knee, and then finally the inside of your thigh. You're breathing heavily, watching his teasing endeavor towards the one spot you need him so desperately.

You involuntarily buck at the sensation, but his hold on you is strong and instead you simply arch your back.

When you look back down, you can feel his azure gaze on you once more, dark and lustrous.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks again, repeating his question from earlier, fingers dancing along the bottom of your bottoms, so close yet so far as it made your skin feel on fire. He doesn't blink, simply taking you all in.

Your body is flushed from the sensations from his lips and hands all over you, chest heaving. You feel shy from his gaze, but you can’t seem to pull away, captivated by him.

"T-touch me," you manage to breathe out. "F-fuck me."

He lets out a satisfied huff and before you can say anything further his hands grab the hem of your shorts and panties, trailing them down your legs and exposing yourself to him. The smile he gaves your cunt is almost predatorial, talking to it rather than you as he takes in your wet center.

“So pretty…”

You flush from the endearment as he kisses the insides of your thighs, a mewl escaping your lips as his nose grazes you before finally he buries himself between your thighs. He has your right leg over his shoulder, using his frame to keep you wide and exposed for him.

You cry out from the contact, but the feeling is further intensified when he begins to feverishly suck on your clit. Your hand immediately finds purchase in his hair, pulling on the white strands as your other bunches the material of the sheets below you. You feel his tongue descend further, pressing into you as he began to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rubbing at your circle and occasionally pinching it. You can’t help the wanton moans that leave your lips, praying to God that Ijichi doesn’t come stumbling through to hear you moaning your professor’s name.

“Satoru… fuck.”

He switches his tongue out for his fingers, once again sucking on your nub and lips while he pressed the first one, then two fingers into you. You bucked into his hand, and he peaked up at you, watching as your body shook under his ministrations, his cock growing impossibly hard and moaning against your sex.

He felt him tighten around your fingers, causing him to only increase his speed as he angled his fingers to hit that spongy spot he knew you couldn’t reach with your own hands. The room fills with your filthy moans, the wet smack smack smack of his fingers in you, and his own groans from eating you out.

His free hand that is squeezing your left thigh travels up your body and you reach for it with your hand that is grasping the sheets, tangling your digits together. He can tell your getting close when both your hands squeeze tightly on him, pulling his hair more tightly that causes a deep groan to course through him.

"Sator... ple...please," you moan out, "’Toru’.. I ne-" You voice breaks as you let out another moan, as he bites your clit. The sensations were too much. You knew you were going to cum - and soon.

“Go ahead baby,” he praises. “Cum for me.”

You squeeze his hand tighter, feeling yourself unravel around him as you buck into his face, but he doesn’t relent even after you begin crying his name. “Satoru, satoru, please… Sen-sensitive” He finally relents after another minute, your chest heaving as you try to regain your composure.

He pulls away from your cunt, fingers slipping out and you find yourself whining from the missing fullness, despite your earlier cries. He smirks at you simply before you realize he is taking off the rest of his clothes and you go to follow suit, but he simply grabs your wrists shaking his head. You gulp.

You each take a minute to examine the others' bodies, you all but exposed to him except for your bra and him standing fully nude. His muscles are lean, but defined. Shoulders broad and the veins in his arms protruding in a way that had you flush at the sight. Your eyes hover on his dick, and you realize how big he is. Sure Naoya was of decent size, but looking at Gojo now you know he is so much bigger. It's standing high, dripping with precum at the sight of you.

His own eyes are taking in your figure and you can see the desire in them. When he notices you staring he smirks. "Find something you like?"

You go to open your mouth to reply, but instead his lips are on your own, pressing you against the bed. He quickly makes work of your bra and throws it somewhere across the room.

His fingers trail along your skin, bruising almost at the intensity, his kissing seeming to be less controlled than before as he seems to be finally giving into his own want of a release. You don't know how, but in the chaos of sweaty skin-on-skin contact you manage to roll so he lays on his back. You take this moment to torture him, grinding into him. His fingers are digging into your sides, nails leaving half arched halos on your skin. You hiss out a moan before finally you both break and you feel him aligning himself to your center. Without warning he bucks into you and you tremble, the sensation nearly having you cum then and there again with your palms resting against his own heaving chest. Your breath is taken out of you and you collapse on his chest with a satisfied groan, biting into his shoulder from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

He holds you flushed against him for a minute, leaving himself buried in you as he allows you to adjust. Slowly, he begins to thrust into you and you rotate your hips in unison, building a sensual rhythm that has you praising him, face buried in his neck as your eyes flutter in a half-lidded bliss.

“Soo… good, baby,” you moan.

His heart grows with the praise, moving your hair to the side as he kisses your exposed neck. Gradually his pace quickens and he’s whispering in your ear:

“Sit up baby, want to see you riding me.”

You do as he asks, adjusting to the new position before you begin to bounce on top of him, clawing at his chest as he meets your own pace.

"Fuck," you curse. You were still trying to recover from his early services on your cunt, but it was hard when you felt your second orgasm approaching at an increasing rate.

With a little maneuvering he manages to bring himself into a sitting position as well, your legs gripping his sides and hands now resting on his shoulders. He's kissing your chest, your arms, anywhere he can possibly reach. The sight of you unfolding on top of him has him equally becoming a mess, but he isn't quite ready yet. You moan into the crook of his neck as you lean into him, only seeming to say his name now as a mantra that only fans his ego.

"’Toru... ‘Toru... ‘Toru, ‘s too much" you whimper. He lovingly strokes your back, an action that feels parallel to the way he’s pounding into you with such force.

He wraps an arm around you and lays you on your back. Grabbing your right leg, he positions it to be high against your waist, nearly flush against your stomach so he is able to reach even further depths within you. He deliberately slows his movements at the new position, pulling out his cock slowly before slamming it back into you. The new sensation has you wordless, and he can’t help but love the fact that you are quite clearly fucked dumb on his cock, nearly cumming there but that isn't what he wants - not yet. Your fingers dig into his back, leaving scratches down it. He moans from the pleasurable pain.

"P-please," you beg.

He smirks and leans in to kiss you, only to lean into your ear instead at the last minute and whisper, "Please what?"

You're a whimpering mess by now, the feeling coursing through your body so intense that you feel like you almost pass out if you don't get a release soon.

"Please…” you moan again.

“Didn’t,” he grunts with a thrust. “Get that baby.”

Your pouting, tears in your eyes. “Please… let me cum," you moan out.

He trails kisses along your ear, biting the lobe briefly and eliciting another throaty groan from yourself and himself as he feels himself somehow bury himself even deeper into you. God you were perfect and you were his, he thought, swollen lips returning to your own as his hand travels down your stomach and rubs your clit.

You're bucking underneath him now and you know you must look wild, but he seems to love watching you unravel at his touch, his kisses. Please, please please... you think, not knowing how much more you can take until finally:

"Cum, Y/N."

The sound of his voice, of his command has you quickly unravel and you feel your toes curl, back arching as you become further flushed against him, trapping his hand against your swollen clit. You let out a wordless cry, face turning in an “oh” as tears stream down your cheeks, breathing hard as you feel yourself begin to see stars.

God, you had never had an orgasm so intense. Sure when you were Naoyo you had your orgasms, but nothing like this.

Just as you feel yourself starting to come down from your high, Gojo's own movements become more erratic as he chases his own release. Without warning you find yourself cumming again just as he releases his own load into you.

"Fuck," he mumbles, his head falling beside your own as he arms come to rest on either side of you, trying to refrain from putting all of his weight on top of you as he collapsed.

"Mmmhm," is all you are able to mumble, still sensitive from your orgasms, body spasming from the aftermath.

He chuckles at the sight of you below him, lightly kissing your shoulder blade and fingers that gripped his own shoulders. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your own high you blinked, looking over to him with a soft smile on your face.

"You okay?" he asks, the soft side you had seen earlier suddenly appearing. You nod, leaning towards him and kissing his nose lightly.

"...Perfect," you reply with your own hand cupping his face as falls onto his side, your legs tangled together, one arm resting under his head for support and the other falling along your naked hip. You find yourself leaning into him, resting your head onto his strong chest, fingers lazily trailing along his abs.

You're sweaty and hot, both still breathing relatively hard.

He smiles, fingers lightly stroking your exposed skin and you shudder under his touch.

You sit in silence for a moment before you realize you had just slept with your professor. Although you were happy, after all, you did genuinely like him, you were worried considering the general taboo of a student/teacher romance even when in university. Additionally, Gojo was notoriously known for being really in-love with only one person and that was himself.

Noticing your figure becoming more rigid, fingers stilling along his stomach, his hand slipped from your waist and trails up you back. He looks down at you and you turn towards his gaze, less shy than earlier now that he had seen you naked.

"What is it?" he asks.

"We just fucked," you stated.

His head falls back as he stares at the ceiling, his chest vibrating as he chuckles beneath.

"Keen observation," he noted.

You huff, lightly smacking his side and he only laughs more, his fingers tracing circles between your shoulder blades before moving down to your lower back to repeat the pattern.

"No, I mean. We fucked. You, my teacher. Me, your student. Won't -"

He interrupts you however, slightly shifting so he is resting against his forearms. You blush under his gaze.

"I like you," he stated, the words leaving his mouth so simply that it was like it was nothing at all to him. "Should we have waited till you graduated... probably."

He's staring at you so intently, that your blush only grows and he simply smirks at the sight of you reacting like this because of him. You feel his index finger swipe across your bottom lip, watching his eyes grow dark once more. "But even I have my limits." You gulp.

Without warning he falls back onto his back and returns his gaze to the ceiling, one arm nestled under his head, the other back to make circles on your back. "Besides, something tells me we were heading down this path anyway."

He wasn't wrong. When you and Naoyo broke up, the atmosphere between you two changed and even more so, you knew come graduation you weren't sure you could hold in your feelings without at least admitting them before you went out on your own missions. Even if Gojo did end up denying you - at least you would know where you stood. You're just happy his feelings seemed to be the opposite.

You leave a soft kiss against his stomach absentmindedly before sighing contently.

"...So the great, Satoru Gojo actually likes me?" you teased after a few minutes of silence, enjoying each other's presence.

He smirked as you praised him. "Shut up."

You leaned up then, grinning as he met your gaze. "Make me."

You watched him smile in return and before you could do anything else he pulled you into a deep kiss, rolling you onto your back with a laugh.

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Chapter 13

Over the next few days you racked your brain trying to decide. You made a pros and cons list. And another. And another. You resorted to flipping a coin and rolling a dice. You hoped all methods of chance would help you make a choice but it only left you more confused.

“I don’t really think that’s how it works.” You said as you looked through your refrigerator for the 100th time.

“Look, he’s hot, he has that whole third eye thing going on, all I’m saying is maybe he could use it for recreation.” Kyla said on the other end of the phone.

“But it- how?”

“Well, shit, I don’t know, but I’m more than willing to find out.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I really hope your date goes well then.”

“Oh it will. You don’t think he’ll bring that little guy, do you?”

Before you could answer there was a knock at your door. You closed your refrigerator and headed to answer it.

“I kind of doubt he’ll bring-“ when you opened the door you paused, confused, happy, sad, all the emotions you could feel at once you were, “I- I gotta go.”

“What-“

You didn’t give her a chance to say anything before you hung up and slipped your phone into the pocket of your robe. A heavy silence rested there between the two of you as you stared back at one another. Words were lost to you in that moment.

“I wanted to see you.” He said.

“I- I’ve wanted to see you too, Goku.” You were still in disbelief he was there.

His gaze was fixed on yours as if he was in just as much disbelief as you were.

“Do you remember when we were friends?” He asked, “when you’d cook for me and we’d watch those old movies you liked that were supposed to be scary?”

“Yeah. You almost bankrupt me with how much you ate.

“I want to go back to that. I miss that.”

“I do too, but I don’t know if we can just go back.”

“Why not? I can’t have you as my mate, so I want you as my friend.” He seemed so innocently optimistic that it worked like that.

You weren’t opposed to the idea, but you still had very real feelings for him and you assumed his didn’t just disappear for you.

“So much has happened between us, it’ll be weird.” You explained.

“I don’t care. I liked talking to you and spending time with you. I want that again even if I don’t get to touch you or kiss you.”

The thought of having him back in your life again was too enticing. You missed having him around and just getting to be with him. In the beginning the two of you had set rules that you’d remain friends no matter what. It was only supposed to be sex anyways. You never meant for it to go further.

“If we try to go back and it’s too hard for us, then what?” You asked.

“Then we’ll try again in a few months.” He said simply.

“So we just keep trying to be friends until one of us dies?”

Goku scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I think you mean until you die.”

“Really? You think I’m dying first? Which one of us throws themselves into every dangerous situation they can?” You crossed your arms as you regarded him, “also, which one of us has actually died?”

“That doesn’t count. I’m alive now.” He argued.

For a moment if felt like old times again and you wondered if it could actually work.

“I was just about to order something to eat and watch an old movie, do you wanna join?” You took a chance and asked.

“What are you ordering?”

“Does it really matter?” You cocked your head to the side, knowing he wasn’t picky.

“No, but I wanna know what it is so I can get excited.”

You shook your head and opened the door more for him to come inside. He was just as food driven as always. Goku headed to the living room without hesitation with you on his heels as you pulled your phone out to order food.

By the time the food arrived you were feeling a little more relaxed with Goku there. Every no and then the thoughts about how his hands felt on your body and how he pleaded for you to stay with him would seep in, but you shook them out and tried to focus on the moment.

“What’s his power level then?” Goku asked with his mouth full of food.

“He’s a serial killer, Goku. He doesn’t have a power level.”

“Everyone has a power level.” He said as a fact.

“Okay, well that’s not a detail they included in the movie.”

Goku swallowed down another biscuit, “it’s probably low.”

You took a sip of your drink before you looked at him curiously, “okay, why do you say that?”

“He’s using a knife.”

His reason only proved to confuse you more, “I- that doesn’t tell me anything.”

“Does Vegeta use a knife?”

“No.”

“Do I?”

“Also no.”

“Because we don’t need one.” He explained, “if he needs a knife then he isn’t strong enough to hurt someone on his own without it.”

You thought for a moment you were losing your mind when you understood where he was coming from. He made a lot of sense, which was not something you ever expected to say about Goku.

“I never thought of it that way.”

Goku grabbed another plate of food, making you glad you ordered extra. You fell into your old rhythm with him. He ate and asked questions about the killer in the movie while you tried to explain it before he jumped to the next thing. It felt comforting being with him again.

“I ate too much.” You sighed as you at back on the couch.

“We should do something to burn the food off.” He suggested.

You instantly tensed, “um, Goku-“

“I know! Let me show you how to control your ki.” He said excitedly, which made you relieved because your mind had gone somewhere else completely.

“Is it hard to do?”

“Not at all. It’s super easy. Come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch with ease before he headed to the backyard.

"Goku, please- I'm way too full to be moving this fast." You tried to slow him down some but obviously you didn't stand a chance against a Saiyan.

Once you were outside he let go of your hand.

"Is this really necessary? Can't I just sit on the couch and wallow in self loathing?" You asked.

"That wouldn't do anything." He said as he stretched.

"It would keep me from having to exercise." You argued.

"Controlling your ki isn't about exercise." He cocked his head to the side, "it's about focusing your energy in one place."

"Goku, I can barely focus on anything other than my own misery right now. There's no way I can focus my energy," you said.

"You can. It just takes practice." He jumped in place and stretched. It certainly looked like he was about to exercise.

"Alright, I'll bite. How can I refocus my energy?" You sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let you just give up.

"First you have to loosen up a little." He said.

"I'm as loose as I'm getting." You said as you stared blankly at him, there was no way you were jumping or stretching.

"Really? You look kind of stiff," he said, continuing to stretch.

You bit your lip in an effort to conceal your juvenile humor.

"Flaccid, not stiff," you corrected.

"Oh sorry." He said, genuinely not understanding the joke, which made it a little less funny.

"Since you're flaccid-"

You couldn't help but burst out laughing. You didn't expect him to actually say it.

"What? Did I say something funny?" He asked.

You shook your head, "no, just continue."

"So the next step is to take a deep breath and focus on one place in your body." He explained.

"Any suggestions on where I should focus?" You asked.

"Wherever you feel like you tense the most." He said as he stretched his arms up.

His shirt lifted a little to show that trail of hair that dipped down just below the waistband of his pants, which reminded you of all the times you followed it with your tongue.

You refocused your mind on your body and the place you felt the most tension and the only place you could come up with in that moment was your thighs. You were constantly squeezing them together.

"Okay, focused on that spot," you said, there was just one problem. You were focused more on what Goku used to do between your thighs rather than your actual thighs.

"Really? That was fast!" he said as if he was genuinely proud of you.

"It was a lot easier than I thought it would be," you admitted.

"Are you okay? Your cheeks are doing that thing again where they get red."

"I'm fine. Keep going." You didn't want him focusing on you any longer than he had to.

"Now you just have to imagine all of your energy going to that one place." He said, "think really hard about it."

You took a deep breath and focused on the spot between your thighs. It had been too long since anyone else had focused there and forcing yourself to think about that fact was only making it worse. There was a need that you'd been ignoring.

Goku pulled his shirt off and transformed into his instinct form, leaving you speechless like it always did.

He was almost angelic, but there was a hint of something else.

He walked towards you, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips.

"There's no amount of focusing that'll turn me into that," you said in a low voice.

"Are you still focusing?" He asked as he towered over you.

"Kinda." You swallowed hard as you tried not to get too distracted, but it was pointless.

Goku glanced down at the tops of your thighs that your shorts left exposed, "do you remember the first time I showed you this form?"

"Yeah, it was right before we... before we talked about doing the whole friends with benefits thing."

"I think about that day a lot," he said.

"It was the beginning of me ruining everything." Memories from that day flooded your mind. You weren't with Vegeta and no one was hurting. Potentially hooking up with Goku was new and exciting. It never lost its luster until people started getting hurt.

"I don't think you ruined anything." He said as he tipped your chin up, "I wish it was different, but I'm still glad it happened."

"I don't understand how you don't hate me. I broke your heart more than once. I'm not a good person, Goku." You said.

"I have friends that have tried to kill me," he reminded you. "I know you didn't set out to hurt me. You're not like that."

You sighed and shook your head. "Earth really doesn't deserve you. I sure as hell don't."

When Goku dropped his hand from you, you immediately missed his touch. Just the simplest thing reminded you of how strong your feelings still were for him.

"I know you don't think so, but you deserve way better than me." He said.

You offered as much of a smile as you could, "I don't- there's no one better than you."

He looked at you for a moment before you noticed him fidgeting some. His fists were clenched as he seemed to be nervously chewing on his lip.

"Goku-"

"I don't like this." He blurted out, "I want... I want to touch you again."

"I should go," you said abruptly. Guilt was already eating away at you for being there with him instead of trying to work things out with Vegeta. Even though you had no idea how to do that.

"Don't, I- I'm sorry," he apologized, that sad look on his face that always crushed you.

"You have nothing to apologize for," you said before you turned and headed for the house to grab your things.

Goku grabbed you and spun you back around to face him, "please stay? Please?"

The way he begged reminded you of when he'd done it before. He wanted to be with you more than anyone had ever wanted to before, even more than Vegeta. You felt your heart breaking for Goku again.

"I'm with Vegeta, Goku." You said with a lump in your throat.

"Be with me. He doesn't care about you like I do." He said.

"Please don't do this," you pleaded with him.

He considered for a moment and finally answered with a slight nod.

You swore you could feel his heart breaking all over again. Or was it yours?

Against your better judgment you placed your hand on his chest, "I-"

Goku put his hand over yours and gave it a slight squeeze, "Maybe we'll try this friend thing again in a few months."

"You're not giving up?" you asked, tilting your head at him.

"Why would I do that?" His brow furrowed like the idea was absurd.

"Because I'm not worth the trouble. I don't know why you can't see that."

"I don't wanna know what my life is like without you in it. I'll keep trying, if you're okay with that?" He asked.

"I'm more than okay with it, I just- I don't want to hurt you anymore." You said.

Goku gave you a soft smile, "I'd rather get hurt by you a million times than lose you once."

It was that moment something clicked in your mind. Vegeta and Goku had seen you at worst, but only one of them was acting like they still wanted you in your life. And it wasn't your boyfriend.

Things were messy and broken with Vegeta, but looking back, they were never really whole to begin with. Goku chose you and he never had a single doubt about it.

"I should go." He said, "I'm sure Vegeta will be back soon and he probably wouldn't be too happy to see me."

"Come back tomorrow night?" You asked, eager to see him again.

"I'll be here," he said, beaming at you.

As the day wore on, you grew increasingly impatient with Vegeta. He still wasn't home and you hadn't heard a thing from him since he left.

It was better to wait for him to return, you knew that, but you also needed to talk to him.

After a few hours of back and forth, talking yourself up and then back down, you finally decided to follow your gut and go find Vegeta. The last place you remembered him mentioning was Bulma's, if anything maybe she knew where he went next.

The journey to Capsule Corp felt like it took forever. Your mind shuffled through all the different ways you could approach the subject. There was no good way, there never really was when it came to difficult conversations with Vegeta.

You could already assume he'd give you some variation of an angry grunt before he even said a word to you. It's not like you were the master of communication but at least you used more than one syllable.

As you approached the house you noticed it was mostly dark aside from the glowing light from the backyard. You knew Bulma had been working on getting the new gravity chamber fixed for Vegeta and Goku to train in so there was a chance she was in it working on it.

As you made your way around the house, you started to hear sounds from inside the gravity chamber. That was a good sign, maybe a full day of training would put him in a semi decent mood.

You stepped closer to the door and put your hand up to knock, but stopped just shy of your knuckles making contact.

For a split second you thought you were imagining it, but when you heard his familiar growl again you knew it was real. You stood on your tiptoes to peer through the small window on the door to confirm your suspicions.

"Harder, Vegeta." Bulma moaned with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Any harder and I'll break you, woman." Vegeta snarled with sweat dripping down his brow.

"Harder," she demanded.

Vegeta growled and pulled out. Bulma opened her mouth to protest, but promptly got spun around and bent over the nearby table.

You wanted to look away, but you couldn't. Every second removed each little trace of doubt you had about the decision you made on your way to see him.

There were so many questions running through your mind but the only thing you seemed to be focused on was the feeling you were having, or not having. You thought you'd be more upset, heartbroken that you'd just found your boyfriend cheating but the fact was that as fucked up as it was, it brought you relief.

You finally turned around to leave. Talking to Vegeta when he got home was better than interrupting him.

Just as you made it back to your car, you heard that familiar gravelly voice behind you.

"What are you doing here, woman?"

You took a deep breath and turned to face him. His pants were back on, but he left his shirt off. As beautiful as he was, the spell he had you under for so long was broken.

"Letting you go."

Vegeta furrowed his brow, "what are you talking about?"

"I'm done. You're free." You shrugged, "I came here to tell you that I don't think we should be together. So you can continue whatever it is you have going with Bulma."

"You're choosing Kakarot," he assumed.

"No, I'm choosing myself. I became someone I'm not proud of when I was trying to get you. I hurt people I care about," you answered, "I don't want to be that person."

"You know I can smell him on you, right?" Vegeta asked.

"He came over, but nothing happened." You said, "I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I don't expect you to forgive me or want to stay friends."

Vegeta regarded you curiously for a moment as if he was waiting for you to say or do something else.

"I have no interest in the blue haired woman." He said.

"Well, your dick does." You blurted without thinking about the fact that you were having a serious conversation and shouldn't be making jokes.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "it's just sex, nothing more. She's too loud and demanding."

"Is this your way of saying you still want me?" you asked, even though you had already made up your mind on the matter.

"Are you really going to act like you wouldn't still use me and Kakarot given the choice?" he countered.

"Use? You think that's what I was doing?" You couldn't deny it stung a little, but you knew he was just deflecting to avoid his feelings.

"What else would you call it?" He asked, "you started a relationship with Kakarot based on sex, knowing he was too dense to understand it and would get attached. And during that time you pursued me, using Kakarot to make me jealous."

"I didn't do any of that on purpose. It's not like I set out to be as shitty of a person as possible." You argued.

"I know you didn't. It just happened when you set your sights on something you wanted more than anything. Maybe you're more like me than you care to admit," he retorted.

"Not even close. I can actually acknowledge and talk about my feelings. I can accept that I was a shitty person," you shot back.

"Talking about your feelings has only gotten you into a mess. Maybe instead of accepting you're a shitty person you should embrace it?" He suggested.

You laughed, "really? Like you? I should just be hateful and arrogant, and hurt anyone who gets in my way?"

"You waste so much time being concerned with those below you. It's pathetic." He said.

"And you don't? You think everyone is below you, yet here you are wasting your time on me," you said, exasperated by the surly prince.

"You stubborn human, do you really think I would have chosen you as a mate if I thought you were beneath me?" he shouted as he took a step towards you.

"But you didn't, Vegeta! You were only with me because Kyla broke up with you," you snapped.

"I chose to spend time with you before that, woman! You! A human. Do you not realize what that means? I'd never waste my time on you if- " he stopped himself and growled in frustration.

Vegeta shook his head and waved you off, "it doesn't matter. Just go."

"I-" you wanted to say more, but there was nothing left to say.

You opened your car door and climbed in, wondering if you really meant something to him.

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