𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

garden injuries part 3 when??? i loved the first two parts 😛

coming soon dw dw

“Why are you so clingy?”

—In which Gojo gets mad at you for being 'clingy' so you make him eat his words.

A/n: Somebody buy me a new cart mine is emptier than my tear ducts after crying so fucking hard writing this.

<<part two, part three, final part>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll get dres—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

The tears started flowing before he could stop them.

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

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

Gojo dating a woman with a rbf.

Tw: random man being a man, you have an rbf, mentions of sitting on Gojo’s face, y’all are literally the best couple, rlly short.

(Pls comment or use my ask thingy on my pf things yall want me to write ab. It don’t gotta be Gojo or jjk either 🙏)

It was a beautiful day. You and Gojo were happy as could be, going from spot to spot on foot. You’d insisted on forcing Gojo to act normal and not filthy fucking rich. And he was actually enjoying it.

He’d had an arm either wrapped around your shoulders or a hand on your waist all day.

And you’d smile at his jokes or when he’d point at cute or cool shit.

However, while Gojo knew you were having a good time, the general public did not.

You were a beautiful young woman yes, but goddamn was your rbf a bad one. I mean it looked like someone had pissed in your cereal and stole all your favorite clothes.

When you weren’t smiling, your face was resting.

And when it was resting people would stare.

Most would whisper “someone’s in the doghouse” “wonder what that guy did” “what crawled up her ass and died”

Yk shit like that cuz humans are shit talkers through and through.

You and Gojo were sitting in a cute little restaurant. It was packed to the brim, the house was full to its ass and the hostess was swamped as she juggled servers who begged not to be sat but had to be sat.

You and Gojo sat in calm silence as you zoned out on his forehead. It happened sometimes and Gojo loved it because it meant he could stare and admire you.

However, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a couple of guys staring in y’all’s direction. One of them even pointed at you.

Immediately, you turned to Gojo “fuck, babe is there shit on my face?” You were ready to be mortified but Gojo just shook his head.

“No pretty, there’s nothing on your face. Except those pretty eyes that I’m waiting to make roll back when we get home.” Gojo grinned and leaned in, that shit eating grin on his face.

You just rolled your eyes, a pretty smile rising to your lips. However, you noticed one of those guys freeze mid step as he was apparently approaching you.

He blinked, seemingly confused. Did you have some batshit crazy mood swings or were you just fucking with your boyfriend?

Gojo turned his head to look at the man. “Can I help you?” He was just as confused as you. “What you wanna an autograph? Man I know I’m famous but-“

“You should smile more. It’s really pretty.” The young man stared at you, although his brows furrowed when your face dropped.

“Get the fuck outta here.” Your lip curled in disgust, “fucking men.”

“Baby come on we’re leaving. I’m angry and wanna sit on your face.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Gojo just dropped a $180 on the table and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. However as y’all passed the guy, he turned his head and mouthed a thank you.

YALL MY FRIEND LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND SAID I HAD THE BITCHIEST RESTING FACE.

Gojo who…

—Loves when you get jealous. Because at the end of the day, he gets just as jealous as you do.

A/n: this is short as shit but I love it idc idc idc

The bar was loud, with shots clicking the table, cheering, and laughter. But nothing, and I mean nothing, was louder than the sound of your inner monologue screeching.

You were dressed up, all cute with your hair and makeup done up. You wore a simple long skirt with a slit in the mid-thigh, and a cute little green tube top that was cropped at the naval.

Gojo, bless his heart, wore a black button-up and jeans. With the same fuckass shoes he always wore. Before leaving, he’d said “It’s okay babe. I’ll look because you make me look good.” Before kissing your cheek.

And damn it, he was right. Because now not only was he surrounded by a bunch of guys secretly eyeing you as they spoke to him, but women seemed to find it a competition to get to him. And Gojo was already popular with the ladies, you beat them off with a stick.

You were leaning against the bar, glaring absolute daggers as Gojo awkwardly tried to tell a girl to fuck off without telling her to fuck off. Quickly, you tapped the shot glass against the table before downing it in one fell swoop. The burn in your throat only adds to the anger you were jelly.

Walking over, you grabbed Gojo by his collar and pulled him down, smashing your lips against his.

Gojo, shocked at first, just grinned into the kiss and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. He knew exactly what you were doing. And he fucking loved it.

He peaked his eyes open and saw that yours were open as well, glaring daggers at the woman as you basically made out with him. It only made him hard.

The fact that you were so territorial over him? Hot. Soo fucking hot. Because as much as he loved showing you off, he was also getting tired of the stares you were getting from men. Knowing you were just as into him as he was you? Oh lord he was eating you out so good later.

However, when you tried to pull away, Gojo only deepened the kiss. It was definitely not a kiss meant for the public eye, seeing as his tongue was invading your mouth, and it didn’t help that you were leaning into it.

Yep, you two were a match made in heaven.

Because Shoko was cackling at the both of you in the corner. Nanami simply rolled his eyes at the two of you and went back to talking with his wife.

“Well damn,” Gojo groaned against your lips, using you to hide the absolute diabolical boner in his pants. “Feel better, pretty?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded with that same smug little grin that he adored. “Although… I think I need something else,” slowly, your finger trailed down from his collar and ended at his belt before pulling him into you.

Gojo flashed you that mega watt smile, “Mm, that so? You know she’s gone, right?” He quirked a brow, tilting his head slightly.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. I just wanted to come and show my handsome husband how much I love him,” running your hands back up his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips hovering near his, “is that so wrong?”

“Not wrong at all, sweets. Not wrong at all.” He murmured, before leaning in for another kiss, just for you to pull away. Giggling as he chased your lips.

“How about, you take me home?” You knew just how to press every single one of his buttons. Of course you did. Your been married for a year and dating for much longer.

“I like the sound of that, Mrs. Gojo.” Gojo kissed your cheek, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

After saying your goodbyes, the two of you headed to the car. He gave you a slap on the ass as you got into the passenger side.

...

Gojo who...

...had you bent over the kitchen table. That cute long skirt you wore was ripped down the ass, your panties just pushed aside as he fucked into you like a madman.

Moaning and groaning about how good you feel, leaving bite marks all over your back. He had a bruising grip on your ass, his fingers white as he would yank your hips back against him as he’d fuck up into you. Pushing you up on your toes.

“Ba-babe!” You’d moan, all pitchy and desperate. Your nails clawing into the table, back arched as you let him pull you every which way.

“Fuck— you,” thrust. “are” thrust. “mine.” Each word punctuated by his cock slamming back into you, your poor cunt molding to the shape of his cock.

Eyes rolling back, you breathlessly moaned as you came around him. Cunt tightened around him like it didn’t wanna let him go, milking for all he was worth.

“S-shit— pretty girl you can’t- oh fuck,” Gojo was all pretty and breathless. Sweat dripped down his brow, blue eyes practically fucking glowing as he reached up and wrapped his hand around the front of your throat, bringing you up so that your upper back was pressed against his chest, giving you a perfect arch. “You can’t squeeze like that” he’d whine, before ultimately blowing his load inside you after a few more thrusts.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and hips as he pulled against him completely. Slowly fucking his cum deeper into you, “so good, did so good for me.” Breathless and sweet whispers against your neck as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

Tw: Cheating, crying yourself to sleep, break up, Gojo is manipulative, happy ending ?

“Fuck you!” You yelled, choking on tears and sobs as you slammed your ex boyfriend’s bag into his chest.

“Babe- please! She didn’t mean anything- this is crazy, you’re over reacting!” The sleaze bag tried to beg, his shitty patience wearing thin.

“No! You- you cheated on me! With my best friend! For weeks!” You shoved him back, your cheeks red, swollen and puffy.

“Baby please, don’t do this to me- to us.” He tried to grab your wrist but you just yanked your hand away before he could touch you.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” You finally managed to push him out of the door, only to slam it shut and crumble to floor in a puddle of sobs.

You’d found out that your boyfriend- rather, ex-boyfriend, was cheating on you with your best friend Sara. You’d seen the story she’d posted on her Instagram on accident, it was one of her sitting in your ex’s lap, her lips attached to his jaw like a leech.

Three years, 3 long years down the drain. Plus the 8 years you’d been ‘best friends’ with Sara. You were devastated, obviously.

Your face was so red and puffy from crying, and you were yawning between sobs. Feeling exhausted from all the emotional strain that’s been this whole shit show of a day.

You didn’t even notice when your phone started blowing up. All you do was rest against the wall and just cry.

“She still won’t answer.” Gojo stared at his phone, brows furrowed. His friends all gave him a deadpanned stare. This was supposed to be a guys day out but Gojo had sent you a meme that you would usually instantly respond to no matter what situation you were in. So he was immediately alarmed.

And hence why he started spamming you like crazy.

You and Gojo had been attached at the hip since the third grade. Little eight-year old you had met nine-year old him the first day of school.

You were wearing a cute little purple fluffy dress and some white shoes. Your mother had styled your hair so perfect you’d squealed in the mirror when you’d seen it.

And Gojo, bless his filthy rich heart, his family had dressed him up to the nines, obviously, couldn’t have the heir to the family looking like trash. He wore his stupid little suit that made him look stupid adorable.

Between the two of you, he got the most attention. You were a little wall flower. So sweet but so shy. You could barely make eye contact with anybody, let alone Gojo Satoru. Especially not Gojo Satoru.

However, it was recess when he came up to talk to you. Big blue eyes and bright white hair had him standing out like a sore thumb.

“Hi!” He grinned bright, eyes glued to you like he was staring into your soul.

You stared at his chin for the longes moment, before whispering, “hi.”

“What’s your name? I’m gojo!” He put his hands on his hips and gave you a mega-watt grin that would blind anybody.

“You have a cavity.” Your eyes glued to one of his teeth.

“Huh?”

And from then on, the little white haired turd would not leave your side, but vice versa. It was an odd pairing you two made up. But it was sweet.

“Why does it matter? Maybe she’s just asleep or something.” One of his friends shrugged before ordering another margarita.

“No, if she was asleep she’d tell me before going to bed…” he murmured, growing more concerned with your lack of reply.

“Dude, you’re acting like you’re her boyfriend or somethin.” The other friend tilted his head.

“I gotta go.” Gojo got up when he sent his 60th text, but was left on delivered once again.

“Dude you can’t be serious!”

Gojo merely grabbed his coat and sped off to his car. No doubt breaking a billion traffic laws to get to your apartment on the other side of town.

You’d long been passed out again the wall. Exhausted yourself with crying and staring at a picture of you and your ex.

In fact, you were in a deep enough sleep that you didn’t even hear the door open. You’d forgotten to lock it when you kicked your ex out in a rage.

“Hey—…” He stopped talking when he noticed your conked out body against the wall. His chest tightened and his gaze moved from the state of your face down to the picture of you and your ex in your hand.

Sighing softly, he gently scooped you up in his arms before locking the front door. Carrying you to your bedroom, he gently lied you down. Sitting beside you on the bed, he ran his fingers through your hair gently.

“Mm…” slowly, your eyes began to flutter open and you glanced over at Gojo. You only stared at him for a moment before your eyes grew glossy and the tears started to pour again, “Toru.” You whimpered, your voice so small and broken.

“Oh no, sweet girl what happened?” Gojo cooed softly, and wrapped his arms around you tight.

“He- he—“ you couldn’t get a word out as sobs racked through your body. You chest felt so tight and your heart had never hurt so badly before. “-he cheated on me with Sara.” You managed to murmur into his chest. Soaking his button up shirt with your tears.

With your face hidden in his chest, Gojo wouldn’t help but smile. This was perfect— with your boyfriend, or, ex, now out of the way, and you feeling so vulnerable, he could finally swoop in and be the good guy. Granted, this was pretty manipulative. But Gojo had been in love with you since junior year of high school.

However, his heart would always ache when he’d hear your cries, or feel your pain. Of course he’d rather not have you hurting over some douche bag, but this douche bag just paved a way for Gojo to weasel his way into that romantic place in your heart.

He’d take it slow tho.

Gojo held you for hours. Whispering sweet nothing into your hair and rocking you until you fell asleep against him. And Gojo didn’t dare move. He didn’t leave when his arms got tired or when he had to pee. No. He would not miss a chance to have you in his arms.

It’d been a few months since that night, and you and Gojo were closer than ever.

I mean you two were practically living together. You were always at his place or he was always at yours, it didn’t matter.

Not to mention, after your heart got broken by your best friend and your ex you’d become all closed off to others again. Becoming that same shy, sweet little wallflower you were all those years ago.

But you never pushed Gojo away. If anything, you relied on him more. He was the sole person allowed to be as close to your heart as he was. You trusted him with your life.

And Gojo was thrilled.

Everything was going perfectly. Everything. He didn’t mind that you’d gotten all introverted again, in fact he preferred it. It meant no competition for him. You were all his.

But it wasn’t until a movie night between you did something finally happen.

You two were watching some shitty comedy movie, when you looked up at Gojo. Your expression was soft but nervous, eyes glancing over all of his beautiful features. “Toru?”

“Mm?” He hummed in response and looked down at you, his eyes lidded as he glanced between your eyes and your lips.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You whispered so softly, scared if you said it any louder he’d run away.

Gojo stared for a long time, before a slow but wide smile spread across his lips. “Took you long enough.” He whispered back, before gently cupping your jaw and moving closer.

Your eyes stared into his, “promise you won’t break my heart?”

“Promise.”

His lips pressed into yours, and as the slow pace deepened and the positions changed, your hearts locked with one another’s, and finally- Gojo had gotten the woman of his dreams.

I know there's a poll but garden injuries 3 pleaassse it's so good 😭

coming soon

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🌶️- spicy 🌸- fluffy 💔- angst ☀️- funny/crack 💔🌸 - hurt/comfort 💔🥀- hurt/no comfort

JJK imagines;

Gojo Satoru

"Why are you so clingy?" 💔🥀 “Why are you so clingy?” P.2 💔☀️ "Why are you so clingy?" P.3 💔🌸 "Why are you so clingy?" P.4 🌸🌶️ "Why won't you marry me?!" 💔🌸 Jealousy🌶️ Morning sex🌶️🌸 Let me pamper you🌸 Drunk sex 🌶️ Pheromone perfume 🌶️ Outrageous positions🌶️ Plotting🌶️🌸 They go low, you go lower☀️ You have an RBF☀️ He threw it all away💔 Your insecure💔🌶️ Backshots and missionaries 🌶️ Useless💔 Single? Finally.💔🌸 Freaky in the club.🌶️ Cowgirls and Rodeos ☀️ Long missions🌶️🌸 Big ass n beach sex🌶️ Secret gym visits💔🌸 You're a crashout☀️ Dating Hc's🌸🌶️ He drops you on accident🌸☀️ "We're breaking up" , "Wrong." 💔🌸 Secret super sex drive🌶️

Sukuna Ryomen

Garden injuries🌸 Garden injuries p.2🌶️🌸 Garden injuries p.3🌸 He's obsessed with you.🌶️

JJK various

Are you cheating on me? 🌶️☀️

JJK Smau;

You text first but your phone died, G.S.☀️ Boyfriend Texts, G.S.☀️ You left the bed for Wafflehouse various ☀️ You dreamt they cheated on you Various ☀️ Happy Valentines! Oh nvm. 💔🥀

Happy valentines! Oh nvm. P.2 💔🥀🌶️

Sally Face Imagines;

Larry Johnson

Trapped in his arms🌸 Metal concert hc's☀️🌶️

You leave the bed for food

—In which, you leave the bed at ungodly hours without telling them, only for them to find out you're at WaffleHouse. JJK various: Gojo, Suguru, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

A/n: My first time doing a various, lmk if you like it <3. And also, I'm starting a tag list for Smau's or like my reg imagines n shit. lmk if you'd like to be added.

“Why are you so clingy?” P.3

—In which your friendship with Gojo has been going pretty damn well. However, how long until underlying feelings resurface and mistakes are made?

<<part one, part two, part four>>

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

“Is it funny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You miss him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it made him nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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