#satoru gojo x rader

[just-jordie-things]

HELLOO CAN I PLEASE REQUEST FOR 59. Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s WITH GOJO SATORU PLEASE (this one is just so- )

59: Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person's ** manga spoilers for gojo's past arc** ___

you'd seen a lot of blood and gore in your line of work. you'd seen bones sticking out of bodies at angles that don't even look human, you'd seen blood coughed up by the bucket loads like vomit, you'd seen teeth get knocked straight out of people's mouths and jaws hanging slack like they'd come unhinged. that didn't even begin to cover the disgusting things you've seen when exorcizing curses themselves.

so it was safe to say you'd grown used to seeing such gore. sure, sometimes it made your skin crawl. sure, sometimes the smell of so much blood and other bodily fluids could make you gag. but there had never been anything so significant that you were frozen in fear.

seeing a blade pierce through gojo satoru's untouchable body had your limbs locking up. a trauma response, you were able to recognize, but self awareness did nothing as you watched fushiguro toji retract his blade, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in satoru's abdomen.

suguru is loud, gasping in shock.

in any movie you'd ever watched where a scene like this played out, the surrounding witnesses always screamed. they would fall to their knees, everything else would tune out around them, and they'd scream in pain and denial at watching their loved one take a deadly hit such as this one.

but now, all you could do was stare, your eyes unblinking, your feet unmoving, and the weapon in your hand trembling as your panic shuddered through your body.

satrou's staring at the open wound in his stomach when Toni's blade pierces him again, this time through his throat.

you feel something churn in your stomach, and despite not having eaten anything today, you think you might throw up. you think you might throw up until there's nothing left in you at all, until you're dry heaving on the acid of your stomach and the blood in your throat.

watching the untouchable man fall to the ground like a limp pile of bones gives you a sense of dread beyond anything you could conjure. it feels like your world is ending, watching someone you love lay lifeless in a puddle of their own blood.

you think the world could end without gojo satoru in it.

it's odd how quickly your mind wraps around the fact that he's gone. that he's been killed. he was supposed to be unkillable. but there he was, frozen, limp, dead.

you're not sure when your limbs finally do move. your vision is read, your mind is black. you can't feel the strain on your muscles as you wield your weapon with the utmost ferocity.

(later, suguru would tell you that you had him afraid you'd even strike down him, that your bloodlust had made you unrecognizable)

you're telling master tengen the news when you return to jujutsu tech, that even though the three of you had done everything right to protect riko, the plasma star vessel had been lost, and so had the honored one.

you didn't want to be the volunteer for such information, but suguru had been dealing with the aftermath of the reports for the failed mission, and you knew he was hurting just as much as you were, so it wasn't fair to put this responsibility on his shoulders, too.

but you're storming out of the chambers of the elders when tengen informs you there's nothing to worry about, that there was another plasma star vessel being retrieved the moment riko amanai drew her last breath. you're scolded for turning your back to the elders, but their threats fall on deaf ears as you slam the door behind you and march away.

you're not sure where you're going, but you know you're getting far, far away from them. going to your dorm would mean breaking down. going back to suguru would mean breaking down. and going to shoko- oh, shoko, you'd have to tell shoko the news as well-

your steps came to a halt in the dimly lit corridor, the setting sun painting the empty space in warm orange and pink. and for the first time since it happened, your eyes begin to burn.

fat tears splash off of your eyelashes and onto your cheeks, before plummeting to the linoleum beneath you. you don't make a sound, not a whimper, not a wail, not even a word, as you stand and give into the grieving tears that don't stop, and you're not sure they ever will.

more than being the honored one, satoru was a friend. he was a partner. a classmate. a force that was always present, radiating sunshine so much so that he'd warmed even your heart with his charm, no matter how much you'd tried to distance yourself from the loud mouthed sweet talker, he'd wiggled his way closer and closer until he had wormed his way all the way into your heart where you held him close.

not close enough, though, you thought bitterly as your vision blurred completely. not close enough that you could protect him.

the first sound you croak out is the smallest of gasps, followed by a small choke on your constricting throat.

it didn't matter how much you loved him, no amount could have been enough to protect him.

you don't hear the footsteps approaching, or the worried voices of your friends until they're standing before you, and forcing you to give them your attention.

"woah, hey, look at me, take a breath,"

the instructions are soft and slow, but they feel distant, like they're merely a figment of your imagination. it takes a pair of hands on your shoulders for you to snap out of it.

at first all you see is blue. dazzling, cerulean, beautiful ocean blue. you have to blink your eyes a few times for your sight to focus, for you to make out that you're not lost at sea, but your lost in the same pair of eyes you'd been lost in since your first year.

his name falls from your lips in a choked mumble, and despite seeing you so distraught, satoru grins at you brightly.

suguru wants to scold his friend for not being more delicate with your emotions, seeing as he'd died in front of you and you were clearly mourning. but you both know satoru well, and you know that there was nothing delicate about satoru.

except maybe the way he cups your face in his hands so you could feel the warmth of his skin and know he was real and he was alive.

"it's me sweetheart," he laughs heartily. a twisted part of him is delighted to see you so heartbroken over his brief touch with death. "you don't have to cry-"

but now you're sobbing, and you're throwing your arms around him and burying your face into the crook of his neck with abandon, your tears pooling at his collarbone as they stream down his skin just like your own. your hold on him is trembling, but it's tight nonetheless, and he returns the fervor of your embrace.

"you died-" you gasped, squeezing him tighter until you could feel his heart beating against yours. "he killed you i saw it- i saw you die"

"oh don't be so dramatic," satoru hums, earning an eye roll from your third friend- who was slowly backing away as he had a feeling where this reunion was heading. "i'm perfectly fine!" he pulls away from you, having to push you a little harder than he'd thought just so you would look at him.

strands of your hair stick to your wet face as you sniffle and finally take him in.

"just some marks, no biggie," he says with a grin too large for a man with stab wound scars on his throat. your lips tremble as you feel more tears overwhelm you at the sight, and satoru begins to panic.

his smile falters and his eyes are worried as he shakes his head at you, reaching for your face again to tuck your hair behind your ears, and wipe away your tears even as they fall relentlessly.

"no no no, you're supposed to stop crying, you're supposed to be happy" he shushes you quietly, but you can't help it.

"i- i am happy," you stutter, nodding our head back at him in small movements. "i just- i just thought i lost you and-" you hiccuped, and took a moment to catch your unsteady breath.

you stare at him for a long minute, your eyes beginning to run out of tears and your lips beginning to curl into a smile the longer you gazed at him.

he may have had scars, but he was standing before you. he was holding you close, he was staring right at you. he was fine. he was perfect. you're so overwhelmed by your love for him that you couldn't possibly keep it to yourself any longer.

"i love you so much," you gasp, and then in the same breath, "i'm so glad you're okay"

and before you could try to catch your breath, you're surging forward and planting your lips on his. it's a kiss that surprises the both of you, but you fall into it instantly, and completely.

satoru's arms wrap around your lower back, pulling you into him so completely that he's nearly dipping you backwards to bring himself to your height. you don't mind. you're just relieved to feel him so closely, to know he was right there, and as long as you held him and he held you, he wasn't going anywhere.

he was still the honored one, but no longer was he completely untouchable. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

[husbandograveyard]

Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: threesome Word count: 2150 Reader: No pronouns used, reader has a vagina and breasts, no nicknames etc. used Cw: threesome, throuple dynamics, Geto is a teacher AU, facesitting, cunnilingus, teasing, brat!Gojo, sub!Gojo, whiney!Gojo, tease!Gojo, basically Gojo gets what he was asking for and more, dom!Geto, reader is somewhere in between minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

Satoru was such a brat. Always running his mouth, teasing in both words and actions. He knew just what to say and do to rile you up, how to touch you in ways that let you know that he was craving you, what to say to make your skin erupt in goosebumps, and he knew just how to push Suguru’s buttons as well. 

Worst of all was his ability to keep a straight face through it. Smiling innocently when your cheeks heat up, as if he hadn’t just leant down to whisper the dirtiest promises in your ear. Suguru was better at keeping his composure, but mostly because he was even more determined to not give Gojo what he wanted -not yet at least-. You were faster to crumble, but usually, you did try to hold on just as well, knowing that the reward would be so sweet for everyone involved. 

Today was such a day. Satoru woke up in a mood, already letting his hands wander from the minute he opened up his eyes, even though your alarm clocks were clear: it was a teaching day, not one to slack off.

You didn’t know just what he had done to Suguru, but Satoru had been gleefully skipping out on any and all duties that weren’t super necessary, even leaving the students to run laps on the track field, while bothering you in your class. You had hissed at him to get back to work when he had made a suggestive comment in a hushed tone while you were trying to oversee a sparring exercise. He had let his hands wander near inappropriate territory in a hug, a public display of affection that was already pushing boundaries while you were both in your functions as teachers in front of the class. And most of all, he had been constantly texting in your group chat, initially just all kinds of reasons why Suguru and you should just quit early for the day, getting more and more explicit and suggestive as the day went on, even going as far as spending his lunch break sending some pictures to the both of you. The latter had nearly made you chuck your phone across the classroom in shock. 

You had to agree with him for a bit: he was right to be needy, it was a rare occasion that the three of you were around for longer than a couple of hours, and the clock was ticking for one of you to get called away on a mission again. Sure, it would be nice if you could make the most of it, spending all this time cuddling, dating and making love, but all three of you were adults with jobs and responsibilities. For Gojo those came a little easier, so he usually felt a little more inclined to take some liberties with fulfilling his duties, something Suguru and you rarely to never did. 

Still, you knew there was no way all of Satoru’s teasing and button-pushing would go unpunished. You had been struggling to keep it together ever since Satoru had placed his hand strategically high on your thigh under the table while you were having lunch, and you hadn’t failed to notice a light twitch in Suguru’s left eye when he made eye-to-blindfold contact with the perpetrator. Satoru had just left the table earlier with a smile, saying something about quitting classes earlier, and maybe meeting him in your shared room? 

No such thing happened of course, but the minute the final class of the day was over you noticed another notification in the group chat. This time it was from Suguru. 

Room. Now. 

You chuckled, quickening your step a little. No doubt Satoru would be virtually teleporting to your shared bedroom, and you didn’t want to be left out of the action too much. Besides, after a day such as this one, you knew Suguru would be in a mood to put Satoru in his place, and you didn’t want to miss too much of that. 

You were right to hurry up. You were the last one to get to the room and opened the door to your two boyfriends already making out. Suguru had his hand around Satoru’s throat in an almost gentle way, holding him close while they kissed. The sight made you flustered already, even though it was nothing new. They didn’t break the kiss when they heard the door open but Suguru did motion for you to close the door behind you. You did so, and locked it for good measure- you didn’t want anyone walking in on the three of you. 

As per usual, Suguru was swift to take command, letting go of Satoru, leaving him breathless and panting from that intense kiss already, and pulling you in instead. Suguru took his time kissing you, switching between soft, loving pecks and more intense kisses, while holding you tenderly. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed back, happy for some form of intimacy and release, after all the tension that had been building up all day. 

It wasn’t long before you heard some whiny noises though, and you chuckled against Suguru’s lips as the both of you glanced down at Satoru, who was now sitting at the edge of the bed, looking up at the two of you with a pout on his glossy lips. You smiled, redirecting your attention to the man who was holding you again. Your playful smile turned into a smirk when you looked into his dark eyes, a quiet understanding between the two of you wordlessly clicking into place. He mirrored your playful expression. 

“What do you think? After all he did today, we ought to just bind him to the desk chair and let him watch us fuck…”, Suguru mused, talking to you, not even looking at the number one sorcerer sitting on the bed, looking more desperate with every second someone wasn’t paying attention to him. 

You hummed in agreement, pecking his lips again. 

“You’re right, but then we ought to shut him up too. You know how loud he can get when he begs to be allowed to join”,  you added with a chuckle, easily playing along to the tones set by Suguru. 

“That’s fair”, he agreed, “I have a better plan then.” 

You laughed lightly, giving Suguru one more kiss before letting go of him, giving him a nod to signal you were ready for whatever. 

Suguru was quick to take command, as he always was, instructing Gojo to get undressed and lay down on the bed. It was almost funny to see how fast Satoru scrambled to get his clothes off. You weren’t surprised to see he was hard already, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. In any other situation, you would join on the bed immediately and help him out a bit. It was always such a pleasure to have the great Satoru Gojo crumble underneath your skilled hands and lips, but you knew that wasn’t the way things were going to go today. After all, brats need to be punished just a little. 

A firm hand on your shoulder and the mention of your name pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at Suguru with big, questioning eyes, and he chuckled when he realized the view on the bed in front of you had successfully distracted you so much that you hadn’t heard him calling out for you twice already. The view in this direction was similarly distracting though, as Suguru had shed most of his layers already as well, standing dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts and a handsome grin. There was impatience in his eyes, and you realized that all Satoru’s teasing of the day had made for both of your partners to be impatient today, albeit each in their own way. 

“I said you should maybe take off your clothes as well, it’ll make the next step easier.” 

Suguru was more gentle in tone towards you. You nodded, taking off your clothes swiftly, not even bothering to put on a show, eager to see where this would lead today. Satoru was laying on his back leisurely, enjoying the view with his head craned upwards slightly. 

Satoru was about to speak up when Suguru silenced him by simply holding up a finger. You smiled at the interaction, while you could see Satoru doing the math in his head with a glimmer in his eye: should he push this a little further still, just to see what the consequences would be? 

Suguru was faster, and thus the first to speak.

“Let’s shut him up and give him what he wanted, shall we?” 

You nodded, and followed Suguru’s instructions to take place where Satoru’s head was. Your legs on either side of him, Suguru instructed that he didn’t want to hear a single word or plea from Satoru until he’s made you cum at least once. He wasn’t allowed to cum either until both Suguru and you had gotten off. Satoru whimpered out an affirmative, hands already on your thighs and pulling you down a bit. He was more than eager to finally get some attention, in whichever capacity. 

You weren’t prepared for the eagerness with which Satoru started eating you out. He had been starving for attention as much as he had been starving for you with the way he was sloppily making out with your folds. You moaned out immediately at the sudden intensity, grabbing onto the headboard for stability. You tried to keep your body raised somewhat, but you were no match for Satoru’s strong hands holding you in place, pulling you as close as he could, burying himself in your sex, nearly suffocating himself. His own moans and whimpers only added to the sensations, and before you knew it, you were dripping yourself, lightly rocking your hips in his hold, chasing after your high. 

Another layer of stimuli came when you felt Satoru’s body rocking in sync with yours on the bed. In all the excitement and pleasure you had nearly forgotten about Suguru, who had used the distraction to prepare himself. He had now pushed Satoru’s legs up, and was sliding into him in rhythm with your own hips. Suguru’s deep groans and breathy moans joined your own sounds of pleasure, as well as the muffled moans and whimpers coming out from underneath you. 

It wasn’t too long before the mix of all those sounds and the intense sensations you were feeling were amplified when Satoru latched his lips onto your clit, sucking hard, and making you cry out in pleasure, arching your back a little. This made it easier for Suguru to lean forward, grabbing your shoulder for leverage and kissing your neck. You moaned even louder at that, feeling your mind go blank. It took all your willpower to answer with a breathy “yes,” when Suguru -in between labored breaths- asked you if “Satoru was doing a good job making you feel good?” 

Satoru was doing such a great job even, you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. In any other case you would have tried to stave it off a little more, especially since this was technically a punishment, and usually Suguru and you made that last more than a few measly minutes. But the desperation with which Satoru was working your most sensitive spots made it hard to hold back anything at all. 

You cried out when he pushed his tongue inside, moving faster and thrusting into you in bursts that were dependent on the way Suguru made his body move. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the headboard now, whimpering as you announced that you were so, so close. 

That only spurred both of the men on, and you could only let the pleasure come over you in wave after wave, before a particular deep trust with Satoru’s tongue sent you over the edge without warning. You moaned loudly, your legs shaking. Your instinct was to sit up, but Satoru held you in place, tongue eagerly lapping up your release and then some, driving you towards overstimulation almost. 

You could still feel his body moving underneath you, noticing that the rhythm had changed some, and you turned your head slightly when you heard Suguru let out a breathy chuckle. 

“That wasn’t the agreement, Satoru”, he moaned out, changing his pace for deep, hard thrusts, conserving his stamina without stopping to chase his own high. 

“You would only come after both of us. Not one of us”

Suguru made a tutting sound, a little less demeaning while he was so out of breath himself. But the impact of the next few words wasn’t any less because of it. 

“Let’s do this again then, hm? Until you have done this properly, according to our rules.” 

[seeingivy]

jersey switch 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which you and satoru make an honest mistake before the big game 

an: avoiding finals next week by thinking being delulu about mr gojo himself 

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Warming up is essential to success in the game. You’ll never forget those words from your first coach, at the mere age of seven, when you stepped on the soccer field ready to start playing. There was no point at trying to win the game if your body wasn’t warmed up, primed for the best. 

You had been consistently training since then, playing soccer everywhere and anywhere. The school team, the club team, with random kids at the park. But before you play, you’ve always warmed up. You can't start the game without it. 

What’s the best way to warm up? Being pressed up against Satoru Gojo, your sworn rival, minutes before the game starts. 

Sworn rival is a tad dramatic, but the game is important to you. And it’s important to him. The two of you had been butting heads since the beginning of your collegiate career, when he easily won over you during the first game of the season. You swore to never let him do it again.

Since then, any training session, practice, drill you did was with him in mind. That stupid white hair, glimmering blue eyes, that sweet, sweet voice panting your name before the start of every game - he was everywhere. 

You can hear the whistle blow outside the door, the two of you breaking apart and frantically pulling your clothes back on. You slip on your shorts, lacing your cleats as you run out the closet with him. 

“If I win, you have to do that thing I like next game.” 

The thing he likes? Moaning his name. You refuse to do it, hating to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he can drive you crazy with just his touch.

“If I win, you have to do what we did during the Central Lakers.” 

He groans but agrees, the two of you shaking on it as you split on to the other sides of the field. Central Lakers was a fond memory for the two of you, the first time the two have ever “warmed up” together. Central Lakers is a stadium, two hours away from Kyoto and Jujitsu. You both qualified for the regional finals and were playing against one another. 

Both teams had gotten there early and since you were in a particularly devious mood, your rivalry at its peak, you had stolen his blue cleat laces. 

Legend has it, Satoru Gojo cannot play without his blue cleat laces. They’re a bit of a good luck charm, him being the superstitious type. You can’t blame him, your double heart charm necklace was something you couldn’t play without. 

Satoru had found out you took the laces, chasing you down the locker rooms before finally tackling you, pinned on top of you. You remember the look on his face to this day. You see it every time you close your eyes. His eyes dilated, cheeks red from running, his gaze darting down to your lips. 

He initiated first, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It was hesitant, like he was asking for permission. But once you got a taste, you couldn’t hold back. Hands in his hair, running down his shirt, begging him for that sweet relief. 

He teased you the entire time, dragging you slowly into the closet, undressing you like you were a porcelain doll. The words that fell out of his mouth - you couldn’t believe he was praising you, like you were some angel fallen from the earth. Pressing his lips to your collarbone, stomach, the inside of your thigh, all while saying you were going to ruin him. 

After that game, the two of you suddenly popped into the nearby closet, bathroom, classroom to warm up before every one of your games. 

You run up to the circle, securing your hair back into its ponytail. Satoru had a habit of running his fingers through your hair, saying you looked way better with it down. 

Everyone in the circle ogles you, staring you down as you double not the shoelace.s 

“I’m just a few minutes late, calm down. The game hasn’t even started late.” 

The entire team bursts into laughter, tears falling from their eyes. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You feel a hand land on your shoulder, the touch warm. You turn around to find Satoru at your side, a smirk plastered on his face. 

“What do you want, asshole?” 

But, that’s when you really take a look and realize what the fuck is so funny. Satoru is wearing your jersey. Your jersey - forest green with your last name in big white letters on the back. 

You look down, realizing you’re wearing Satoru’s jersey. Navy blue with Gojo printed in big white letters on the back. The two of you had been particularly antsy today, discarding all your clothes in the few minutes you were together. You guys must have been in such a rush you forgot to pay attention when running out. 

You punch him square in the chest, glaring at him. His team has joined yours, them joining your team in laughing. 

“This is your fault, dickwad.” 

“My fault? Who dragged me into the closet?” 

“I know you’re not saying I did that. You’re the one who pointed it out when we got here.” 

“And you’re the one who was begging for more after the last game.” 

The entire team starts laughing even louder, half of them claiming they knew it all along. Your ass, they knew. Maki, a sophomore kicker from your team, interrupts the two of you shouting at each other, the makings of a smile still on her face.

“We have a game to play. Switch jerseys now. You can go back to fucking after the game is over.” 

“Maki.” 

You look over to find Satoru shirtless, your jersey in his hand. You don’t miss the bright pink spot in his neck, already blueing into a hickey. 

“Satoru.” you whisper, gritting your teeth.  

“What? You’re holding up the game.” 

“No, not that.” 

“What?” 

“I’m not you. I can’t just take my shirt off in the middle of the damn field.” 

He pales, realizing and mouthing you sorry. He pulls a few of the members of his team, signaling them to turn their backs and surround you so you could take your shirt off. 

You crouch down, slipping Satoru’s jersey off and putting yours back on. 

“This is kind of racy. I kind of like-” 

“Finish that sentence and I’ll break your jaw, Suguru.” 

You pause, shocked by Satoru’s words. But then again, his competitive nature would make him the possessive type. You stand up, tapping on the back of his shoulder to signal that you were done. 

He turns around, slipping his own jersey over his head. The rest of the players fan out, getting into the positions, leaving the two of you standing on the post. He reaches down, fixing out the wrinkles on your jersey, lining it up with your shorts. You mimic his motions, doing the same with his. He looks down at you, blue eyes peering into yours. 

“Got your necklace?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good. You’re going to need it.” 

You roll your eyes, yanking him down by the hem of his shirt and pressing a kiss onto his lips. You break apart, not missing the shock plastered over his face. You place an extra kiss to the side of his neck, having identified it as somewhat of a sweet spot for him a few months ago, for good measure. You’re sure you’ve riled him up well enough to distract him during the game.

You stand on the tips of your toes, hovering near his ear. 

“Have fun winning now, Satoru.” you whisper before running off to your position. 

You don’t miss him yelling out that you’re a tease before he takes his spot on the field.

[satorusugurugurl]

Time Zone Reblog!

MORE SATOSUGU X READER PLEASEEE IM OBSESSED W UR WORKS ON THEM <3

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Shots

Summary: Gojo refused to buy you a drink because he didn't want to take care of yourself while you're drunk, there is a certain dark-haired man that's willing to take care of you in multiple ways.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, smut, language, unprotected, creampies, spicy dirty dancing

Word Count: 3,509

A/N: Your wish is my command Nonnie! ✨ (I'm working on one where the boys take care of a wasted reader its so cute 🥹)

The music was blaring, and lights flashed, illuminating the faces of strangers and people Gojo knew. He sighed, leaning against the wall, his dark, round sunglasses reflecting the multicolored lights as he watched you dancing in the center of the floor. The skin-tight black dress you wore hugged your beautiful body's curves. You were losing yourself in the music, eyes shut as you held your hands above your head, shaking your hips to the beat.

He would love to be out there with you, but you were slightly (definitely) irritated with him. All because he wouldn't let you order another shot, a shot that would turn your lovely buzz into a drunken night, that would involve you crying over otters, begging for chicken nuggets, and most likely end with him holding your hair and rubbing your back while you threw up.

So yeah, was he being a little selfish? Yes. But there was only so much he would learn about otters.

If Suguru were here, it would be a different story. Suguru was a pro at handling you when you were tipsy. He’d pull up otter videos for you to watch, feed you nuggets, and by some miracle, you never threw up with him! Then he would have gladly bought you that shot you were longing for.

But Suguru was on a mission and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, so you’d have to be angry with him.

While grumbling and pouting, he never noticed the tall figure making their way across the dance floor to you. You swayed your hips, humming happily as the bass vibrated through you; the only thing that would make this better would be the extra shot you’d so prettily begged for. But Satoru was too inexperienced to handle drunk people to cave in. You could have bought yourself your drink, but he insisted you leave your wallet at home, a mistake you’d never make again.

In your attempts not to sulk, you never noticed the stranger behind you until two large hands found their way home on your hips. Your eyes focused on Gojo, still across the club, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted. So, the person holding you was not your boyfriend.

Your fight or flight kicked in, and you were a second away from whirling around to smack them when the unmistakable smell of earthy musk and mint flooded your senses. All the anger melted as the hands gripping your hips squeezed you, massaging the flesh before their hips pressed flush against the fat of your ass. A soft moan passed through your slightly parted lips as you rocked back against him.

“Damn, Princess, you got such a beautiful body.” His smooth voice whispered against your ear. “Your boyfriend sure is lucky.”

“Mhmm, yeah~ they are.”

The man chuckled, rolling his hips harder against you, causing warmth to flood between your legs. “They certainly are.” Those lips that so deliciously teased your ear moved further down, trailing over your neck as his strong hand squeezed your hips tighter. “Would you mind if I danced with you, took you home, and destroyed your pretty pussy as if I hadn’t seen you in two weeks?” those familiar hands slowly began trailing lower towards the hem of your dress, and with each inch, they ventured further down, the more sensitive skin became. So what do you say, princess? That pet name was the last place you needed

“Buy me a shot, and I’ll let you have your way with me.”

At this point, Gojo looked away, taking a second to check his phone, but within that second, you managed to slip away back to the bar. When your boyfriend looked up, finding you missing from the dance floor, he felt panic swell in his chest as his eyes frantically searched for you. You weren’t on the dance floor, so that had to mean you were either stumbling in search of the bathroom or adding that extra shot to his open tab

But out of those options, only one sounded like something a buzzed and slightly pissed off you would do.

Bolted through the crowd, clenching his teeth so hard as he hurried for the bar. Just as he pushed past a rowdy group of drunk girls, he saw the back of your head being thrown back as you took a shot, followed by another, and just to make matters worse; he watched a hand that didn’t belong to him wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards tall figure

His protective instinct kicked in; someone was using the fact that you were buzzed to touch you. Gojo hoped this stranger had no regrets because he was seconds away from committing a felony. Thanks to his long legs, he closed the distance between you and a couple of steps, his hands gripping the stranger's, pulling it promptly off your hip.

“I’m going to assume you like having a hand, and if you want to keep this hand, I’d suggest getting the fuck off my girlfriend.”

“Satoru,” the voice purred, “Last time I checked, she’s my girlfriend, too.”

“Suguru?!”

Now that Gojo was closer and the lights weren't flashing as much, he could make out his best friend's face. Suguru looked down at him, eyeing his best friend before a snarky smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The shock on Gojo’s face was comical, leaving you giggling as you hugged Suguru’s arm. Those dark eyes never left Gojo’s cerulean blue; a dark-haired man lifted a third shot glass off the counter.

“I thought you said you would care for our Princess while I was gone.”

“I have been taking care of her.”

You shook your head with a pout, hugging Suguru tighter. “He wouldn't buy me another shot!” the dark-haired man’s face contorted with confusion and shock.

“Satoru, I clearly remember you telling her you would give her anything she wanted.”

Gojo ran a hand down his face. “Suguru, you know I have no experience taking care of drunk people!” he eyed you, seeing the glassy look in your eyes as Sugueu pulled you tighter against him. “I was trying to keep her buzzed.”

“Sounds like a lot of excuses to me.”

“Ya’ know what stop with the attitude.” Satoru sighed, watching Suguru chuckle. “Oh yeah, laugh it up! Because I'm not going to be the one taking care of her drunk ass tonight! That's all on you!”

Hearing those words left Suguru slightly stunned as he stared at the dark lenses of Satoru’s glasses. While he couldn't see the frustration in his eyes, he could read it in his body language—from the way he tapped his foot aggressively on the floor to how he crossed his arms over his chest. It was abundantly clear that Gojo did not look forward to having to take care of you when you were tipsy.

Something Suguru was going to make sure he regretted.

“So you aren't going to help me take care of her?”

“Nope! This is all on you since you want to get her wasted, giving her shot after shot.”

“You sure about that?”

“Posi-fuckin-lutely!”

Suguru hummed and grabbed your face with one hand, his fingers gently squeezing you, forcing you to look up. “Hear, that Princess?” Your lips slightly parted as he brought the glass full of clear liquid to your mouth. The cold glass chilled your heated skin. As Suguru licked his lips, his eyes darkened with lust, as did the look on your face. “You’re all mine tonight.” In a swift movement, Suguru tilted your head back, pouring the glass contents into your mouth, and you quickly swallowed.

With the contents of the glass down your throat, Suguru pulled the glass away and smirked, turning his attention towards Satoru while his angry demeanor seemed to have melted away. You relished in the way the white eyebrows knitted together at the nearly erotic sight of Suguru helping you with the shot and the words his best friend had said. Gojo was suddenly beginning to wonder what Suguru had planned for your drunken state, but the mischievous look as he gently patted your cheek and offered you another drink made his pats feel a bit too tight.

Which was a ridiculous reaction! You were intoxicated, and the two meant would most likely be dragging you out here soon. But much to his surprise, when your feet finally started to ache, you were coherent and fine, walking out holding Suguru’s hand. Hell, your eyes were met nearly as glass when you all loaded into Satoru’s car, and he started driving. There was no conversing of otters, tears, or pleads for him to pull over so you could throw up.

Nope, it was nothing like that of the sorts.

Instead, soft moans and sharp breath intakes resonated from the back seat. That’s when he realized he might have made a colossal mistake. That thought became a reality when you three returned to the house, where Suguru had you over his shoulder, dragging you to the bedroom, and the second Gojo locked the front door.

“Hey!” He shouted, kicking his shoes off and rushing after you both to the bedroom. “Wait for me!”

“Sorry T-Toru!” You cried out as Suguru threw you on the bed, climbing over you. “You said you weren’t going to take care of me, remember~?”

“Y-Yeah, drunk you!”

Suguru hummed, looking over at Gojo, who stood in the doorway; his jaw dropped as he watched clothes being degraded and hands fisting in hair. “Oooh~ yeah~ she’s buzzed, but I wasn’t getting her drunk. Someone just assumed that I was doing that.” When your tits bounced free, and Suguru undid the button to his jeans, pushing them down far enough to free his aching cock, Satoru just stared at you both completely flabbergasted.

“B-But I was watching you force her to take more shots!”

“Of water.”

“Huh?”

“I was giving her shots of water.”

Your legs were forced apart, and Satoru watched as Suguru’s fingers hooked under your thong, pulling the flimsy fabric to the side. “Water?” He asked, too stunned to honestly believe he was telling the truth. “You were making her take shots of water?” A wet, squelching sound flooded the room as your back arched off the bed with a soft gasp.

“Of course, it was water.” Suguru held one hand between your thighs, fingering you as the other came down next to your head, caging you underneath him as Gojo watched his best friend roll his finger fuck you. “Why do you think I have such an easy time taking cause of her when she’s been drinking? I always make sure she stays hydrated.”

“T-That’s not fair!”

“Not my fault you didn’t ask what she was drinking or what we were doing,” Suguru said nonchalantly as he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock.

“Ahh!!”

“O-Oh fuck—” Satoru lost his concentration for a second before shaking his head. “Still not fair. You could have been honest with me!”

Your nails dug into Suguru’s back as you bucked your hips up against him. “Mhmm—fuck Suguru!” You cried out as he set a slow pace, his hand gripping your sides, slowly fucking into you, making the most of the time he’d been away.

Gojo pouted like a spoiled child making his way to the recliner facing the bed, his fist resting on his chin as he watched Geto slowly fucking you into the mattress. He could have gone about things differently this evening, but there was something kind of sexy about watching you both fuck while he sat off to the side. He didn’t need to put in a lot of effort; he was just way there, watching his best friend fuck you roughly as he stroked his cock through his pants.

God, it was so sexy watching you moan, how your legs shook as Suguru lazily fucked you into the mattress. It was erotic, toe-curling, and it made his hand grope his cock firmly through his pants. Watching you stare into Suguru’s dark eyes with pure lust was intoxicating, and the way Suguru stared back at you left his head spinning. Satoru loved being between you and involved in making you feel good.

But this was something different, something new, and Satoru liked it.

“S-Sugu~! You cried out as he grabbed both your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he fucked you like a flashlight. “Ah!! Fuck! Fuuuck!”

“Yeah~ does that feel good, Princess~?” He snarled dark iris’ focusing on Satoru, who had his pants tugged down, his cock throbbing as he jerked himself off. “Don’t tell me Satoru was neglecting you, sweet girl.”

Satoru watched as your dress was completely tugged off, along with Suguru’s shirt, his hand moving up and down his shaft faster. “I t-took good care of her—nngh.” Suguru scoffed, the muscles in his ass clenching as he pulled out of you before shoving his entire length back in.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Your gasp drew both men’s attention back to you. Your eyes were rolling back with each deep thrust. "O-Oh fuck—Suguru!”

"That's right," Suguru growled out, pressing kisses along your bare breasts. “moan out my name." He smiled up at Gojo before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Mhmm, fuck, you taste so sweet, Princess.”

“Ooh god,” Gojo watched as your eyes fluttered while Suguru reached down, rubbing teasing circles around your clit. Satoru knew he could please and satisfy your needs, but your body language told him you longed for Suguru. "O-Oh, fuck god, I missed your cock so bad!”

Satoru knew you loved them equally, even though he knew it wouldn’t stop him from teasing you. “Well shit—“ he moaned out, stroking his cock faster. “Way to make a guy feel like Chopliver.” He said with faux sorrow, causing your eyes to dart in his direction.

“Toru—” you whimpered, biting your lip as tears prick your eyes. "Toru honey, I-I'm sorry, I-didn’t m-mea—fuuuuck!" Your head rolled back, your eyes leaving Satoru’s.

"Such a slut for Suguru; you can’t even look at me," Satoru said while twisting his wrist along the base of his cock. "Come on, Suguru, you gotta make up for missed time, and I’m not in there with you two. Come on fuck her harder, fuck her to the point the bed almost breaks."

"Satoru—come on now."

"It wasn't a fuckin question, Suguru. I’m being serious." Satoru stroked his cock faster, growling. "If she wants to be fucked by you so bad, fuck her into next week."

For the first time all evening, Suguru looked slightly flustered. He hadn’t anticipated Satoru to get so into watching you both. If anything, he thought he’d be bitching and crying about wanting to join in within the first two minutes. But he had surprised you both as he happily leaned back in his chair, jerking off and enjoying the show. And if it was a show he wanted, it was a show he would get. Suguru took a deep breath before he slammed into you, sending your back arching off the mattress with a gasp.

“There we go~ haaah, much better!” Your head lolled to the side, eyes focusing on Satoru as he stroked his leaking cock. “Hey, pretty girl, like what you see?”

“Yeah~ your cock is so pretty, Toru, I-I nngh I wa—aah!”

Suguru grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Princess, remember he didn’t want to care for you?" Suguru asked, kissing you softly. "I'm the one fucking you right now. Not Satoru but me." he snarled against your ear.

"Awww is someone doubting their skills?" There was a cocky tone to his voice as he looked at you. "You can look at me; don’t let Suguru tell you what to do.”

He held to cock in his hand, slowly stroking it as Suguru glared back. "Sure, you can look, but don’t forget who's making you feel good.” Satoru watched as his best friend shoved two fingers in your mouth. "So focus on me, good girl." Hearing Suguru talk like that had Suguru stroking his cock faster with a groan.

“M-mmmhm!” You gasped as Geto shoved his fingers into her mouth. You moaned, your tongue twirled around his fingers, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. You looked drunk off pleasure, and it was a look both Satoru and Suguru found themselves lost in.

"God, look at her. Seriously sucking my fingers down like a slut." Suguru whispered as he promptly pulled them out of your mouth with a pop. "She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Satoru?” He continued thrusting in and out of you, using his saliva-slick fingers to rub circles around your nipples.

"Fuck yeah, she is; you gonna make her cum hard?” Gojo said, watching as Suguru’s thrusts became harder and deeper, his hips moving faster and faster, slamming against your g-spot with every thrust.

"Yeah," Suguru whispered against your lips. "I’m going to make her squirt harder than you." He ran his fingers that were teasing your breasts up to your throat, wrapping his hand around your neck.

"Oh, you wish!”

"Such a good girl; scream my name when you soak the sheets, okay.” Suguru purred in your ear, his eyes with the lust coursing through his veins.

Satoru watched, eyes focused on you as you arched your back off the bed as you came. You squirted hard, doing exactly what Suguru told you to do. “Suguru!!” You screamed out, eyes rolling back as you soaked Suguru, your walls clamping down on him as he froze above you, hands gripping the sheets, holding them tight as he came with you flooding your insides full of cum.

Watching both his partners freeze up, losing yourselves in orgasmic bliss, that sight in itself was more than enough to send Satoru over the edge with you both. He squeezed his shaft as he threw his head back, ropes of cum coating his chest as he watched you and Suguru exchange a deep passionate kiss. It made him smile lazily as he slumped back against the recliner, shutting his eyes.

You broke the kiss with Suguru, panting heavily as you glanced at Satoru, who was relaxing against the chair. He looked flushed and peaceful, a little too peaceful for your liking. You smirked as you turned Suguru’s head towards the side.

“Satoru~” you purred, drawing the attention of his cerulean gaze towards you. “I’ve decided you might not want to take care of me, but I want to take care of you.”

Satoru swallowed hard, sitting up with a grin. “Ooh, you’re going to take care of me?” Geto eyed you skeptically for a second before he saw that glimmer in your eyes, a glimmer with the promos of mischief.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t say take care of is the right phrase—maybe play with you is a better term.”

“Play with me in a sexy way, right?” Silence. “R-Right?”

Suguru slowly pulled out of you and sat back, patting the bed. “Come on, Satoru~ join us on the bed.” Gojo swallowed hard, not like the way things were playing out.

“I-I uhm, I think I’m okay right here.”

“Oh, don’t be like that! Come on, join in the fun. I’m not going to bite you.”

Reluctantly, Satoru stood up and walked towards the bed. When he pressed his knees into the mattress, he realized joining the two of you had been a mistake. He didn’t have his infinity up, giving you the chance to pull him onto before rolling so he was beneath you. Gojo just stared up at you as you began moving your hips teasingly over his cock.

“I may not be biting you tonight, but I am going to milk you until you cry.”

Geto shifted himself behind you, grinding his cock over your ass while resting his chin on your shoulder to look down at Satoru. “I, however, made no such promise about not biting.” He grinned, running his tongue over his teeth.

Gojo swallowed hard as you pinned his arms above his head. He wasn’t sure what was worse—taking care of you drunk when you cutely cried over otters. Or having both his partners making him cum so many times he thought he was going to die. He should have just bought you that shot.

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[jujutsukaisenheadcanons]

How about the first years and Gojo having a classmate/student with a curse technique that gives them wings that works like Hawks from mha? Bonus points if that ends up with the nickname of Tengu since that’s a Japanese monster that had wings on its back and they hate being called Angel.

Yuuji Itadori (featuring Sukuna)

• Itadori first thought that your cursed technique was similar to Fushiguro’s when you made the hand gesture for bird wings, but that was before he saw black wings appear from your back, his eyes widening when you controlled the feathers to make blades and projectiles.

• He’d never forget the first time you had taken him flying up into the clouds, his eyes and mouth wide as he took in the new sights and Tokyo in the distance, though you couldn’t help but worry about how much he’s eating for breakfast, lunch and dinner since he felt light.

• Sukuna is the one who starts calling you ‘Tengu’ as a nickname since he rarely makes the effort to remember people’s names - as he recalls fighting a jujutsu sorcerer who had the same cursed technique thousands of years ago.

Megumi Fushiguro

• Fushiguro helps train with you in-between classes and missions for when you use up too much of your cursed energy and you can’t make any use of your feathers or wings, as you start to use cursed weapons to practice fighting.

• He’s never used his Nue to go out flying if it's not during a school event or missions, but you convinced him to summon his Nue and fly with you one night when there was clear skies, his stress and tension fading away the moment he saw the stars up close.

• You were the one who suggested combining his Nue and Toad shikigami to create The Well’s Unknown Abyss, though you can’t help but laugh at their appearance when he summons them in the middle of a training session for the first time, much to his dismay.

Nobara Kugisaki

• At first you found it hard to fight with Nobara on missions since your feathers would sometimes collide with her nails when you were trying to exorcise a cursed spirit, but it doesn’t take long for you to realise that they work well in long-distance combat.

• She tends to close her eyes whenever you carry her in your arms when you’re flying, as you later learn that she can’t stand heights - though it doesn’t take long for her to get used to the feeling when you fly together in-between missions.

• You sometimes use your feathers to carry her shopping bags back to her room, but it takes a while for your feathers to memorise the way since she used to find her newly bought clothes and make-up all over the wooden floors in the hallway.

Satoru Gojo

• Gojo’s well aware that you hate being referred to as ‘Angel’ but that doesn’t stop him from using it as your nickname - especially when he needs you to do a favour for him, as you find yourself delivering papers and messages to Principal Gakuganji like a carrier pigeon.

     • He’s definitely given you birdseed or toys for birds as thanks, but that was before you stole his freshly bought baked goods from the Tarui Bakery and fed them to the birds on school grounds - he stopped calling you ‘Angel’ after that.

• He always knows if you try to leave school grounds to go out flying for the night, though he’ll end up joining you most of the time rather than making you go back to your dormitory and sleep, as the two of you take a break from missions and classes.

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 10 - Intimate (2)

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff 

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: this chapter was a bit difficult for me to write and I think it's because it turned out to be sort of a filler chapter! Also, please excuse any errors - I am definitely posting this half asleep lol! but I am really excited to share the upcoming ones! I initially said that this was going to be 25 chapters but I outlined the rest of the story and there will be more! Hehe I do plan on doing the few extra one-shots in the end, so I hope you enjoy.

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“Tell me you’re mine…”  

You blushed at the thought of Satoru’s words, painfully aware of the knot that tightened in the pit of your stomach which then tugged at your lungs, slowing your breath. You reached for the seasoning packets, ripping open the colored wrappers to prepare the ramen broth. You watched as tiny circles began to form from the bottom of the metal pot, bubbling it’s way to the surface. You could hear the shower still running from your bathroom, a bit relieved that Gojo was taking his time because you wanted to bask in the few precious minutes you had to yourself to try and quieten your racing thoughts.

You couldn’t focus on the task of preparing dinner because the word “mine” slipping from Gojo’s lips in a feverish claim was playing on a loop in your head. The way his tone darkened with urgency when he held his body close to yours sent goosebumps to run up your arms. You couldn’t figure out where the possessive streak came from or why he felt the need to assert his dominance over an act that should not have been as intimate as it felt. You folded your arms over your chest, subconsciously pinching your skin as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

There was a difference when you made your own personal comparisons in the safety of your mind versus Gojo bringing it up in the bedroom. Somehow admitting your confession to him made you feel vulnerable and his reaction didn’t make it any  better, appearing to be competitive about the entire situation.

That doesn’t make any sense, why would he care? you wondered.

You never actually paid attention to how Gojo felt about your ex-boyfriend. For the most part he’s always been nice to him. Although the two of them weren’t the closest of friends, they seemed to get along whenever you all hung out together. You never would have anticipated that Gojo would be…

Jealous of him ?

That he would resent him?

Honestly, you didn’t even have an explanation for what it could possibly mean.

“ Pay attention…”

Gojo’s voice startled you, you didn’t even realise he was standing right behind you until you noticed him reach his arm forward to reduce the flame, stopping the water from bubbling over the pot.

“Whoops! Lost my train of thought for a second...” you lied, refusing to look in his direction in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch you blushing.

“That’s a safety hazard, you know?” he teased, still standing dangerously close behind you as he reached for the dry noodles himself and placed them into the pot. “You need sharp eyes when cooking otherwise you’ll end up having an unnecessary accident.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you as you circled to face him. Gojo had borrowed one of your black silk scarves, using it as a makeshift blindfold since his own was now tumbled between your bedsheets on the floor. You could smell your coconut and hibiscus body wash off him, the scent combining with the residual cologne on his clothes. An easy smile spread across that handsome face, his relaxed demeanor contrasting the state he was in when he first knocked on your door.

He’s your friend, you reminded yourself. What happens in the bedroom doesn’t mean anything…  

It shouldn’t mean anything.  

“Whatever you say, sensei ...” you chirped, burying your wayward thoughts. “Why don’t you grab those mats and I’ll bring these over to the table”

You assembled the two bowls, adding a little extra broth for Gojo because you knew he preferred it that way. Meanwhile, he had placed the two mats on the opposite side of the dining table, taking care not to disturb your work set up.

“Here you go,” you said, as you slid the bowl in front of him while he took his seat.

“Thank you!”

At first you both sat in silence, Gojo was responding to a few unanswered text messages but you were studying him with curious eyes, waiting for him to give you an explanation for his sudden visit.

“ Sooo, you want to tell me what that was all about?” you asked.

“That being?”

You waved your chopsticks in the direction of your bedroom, raising your brow before replying, “That being the sequence of events that just transpired…”

“ Stress relief ...” Gojo explained in between bites as he casually tucked his phone back into his pocket.

You thrummed your fingers against the warm bowl in your hands, fidgeting with the chopsticks in the other.  “Well, I’m glad I could help you unwind, I guess...”

He flashed you a wicked grin, “Me too, because I need a repeat of the show...”

“I can’t look at you when you say that,” you remarked, focusing your attention onto the noodles and growing shy at his comment.

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little…”

“I don’t understand why, that was fucking hot ...”

Your face burned, the heat radiating all the way to the back of your neck from his words. You cleared your throat as you rolled your eyes at him, desperately trying to brush off his statement in a cool manner. You could feel the knot in your stomach, the thoughts you were having crept back into your mind as you tried to hush them away.

You decided to shift the conversation away from the bedroom and back to Gojo instead. If he wasn’t so flustered by his own emotions, you might have accepted his excuse of needing to relieve stress but you knew there was more to the story.

“Did something happen at work?” you questioned.

Gojo chuckled to himself, “It’s funny how you won’t even acknowledge my compliment... ”

“Are you really going to make me pry a proper answer out of you?” you huffed, and he could hear your annoyance in your tone.

Gojo wished that he didn’t have to get into this particular part of the conversation with you, knowing full well how it was going to bring down the mood.

“No, nothing happened at work,” he said with a sigh, “I was with Rina. She asked me to stop by her shop…”

You knitted your brows in confusion, “That’s kind of random.”

Gojo nodded his head, “I thought so too. She initially told me that she wanted to get my opinion on some new items she was dropping for her menu. Turns out I was only there because she wanted to know how long you and I have been sleeping together for…”

You choked at his statement, his nonchalant words nearly going over your head.

Gojo kept eating, unphased by your reaction. “Need some water?”

“Y-yes…no, ugh, nevermind …she asked you how …”

“ How long you and I have been fucking… ” Gojo replied, flicking his index finger back between you both to fully clarify his statement.

The knot in your stomach cinched, a wave of nausea swirling in your gut as you placed your chopsticks down.

“How... how did she even find out? ” you whispered to yourself as you slumped against the back of your chair.

“She saw us at the park.”

“ Oh .”

You and Rina have both had your fair share of arguments before but sometimes when her emotions got the better of her, Rina’s outbursts often came with her sharp tongue. Over the years you had to explain to her that her words carried more weight than she thought, and in turn she became more conscious around you. However it suddenly dawned on you that Gojo might have been on the receiving end of Rina’s unfiltered anger.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning with frustration. “What did she say?”

“ Hmm ?”

“What did Rina say to you?”

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “don’t worry about what she said to me. I know she didn’t mean anything by it...”

“But you were upset when you got here…”

“Let’s clarify something, Rina was upset because she was hurt. I was just annoyed by the situation. There’s a difference...”

You wished he would take your conversation a little more seriously and not brush it off with such ease but sighed knowing full well that Gojo wasn’t going to tell you what exactly happened which meant that Rina must have said something deliberately hurtful towards him.

“ I’m sorry… ”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You picked up your utensils, “For dragging you into this unnecessary drama I started. I should have just told Rina what was going on between us…”

Gojo paused after slurping a noodle, “well, why didn’t you tell her?”

“She’s been overprotective recently… ” you explained, not wanting to get into the details that the reason was purely based on your break up and how terrible you have been about getting over it. “I knew that if I told her about our arrangement she would analyze me to death over it and I didn’t want to deal with that…”

“Fair point,” Gojo acknowledged with a hum.

His short responses unsettled you, and you found yourself overcompensating to make up for it. “I’ll talk to her and smooth things over and I’ll make sure she apologizes for whatever it is that she said to you. She shouldn’t take her frustration out on you just because she was upset with me...”

Gojo nodded his head but you could clearly sense that he was not in the mood for any serious conversations right now. Taking himself out of this particular topic, Gojo quickly changed the subject after you made your last statement.

He kept the rest of the chat lighthearted, distracting your worries by telling you little anecdotes he had about his co-worker, Nanami. You suddenly found yourself giggling when Gojo revealed that he practically stalked Nanami for an entire day just so he could force the man to hang out him.

“I feel bad for the poor guy, you completely terrorize him,” you stated, clearing the table once you were both done eating.

You made your way over back to your kitchen where you rinsed off the bowls before placing it in the dishwasher. “You’re free to hang out if you want,” you offered, noticing Gojo get himself together as he was preparing to leave.

“I think I distracted you enough for tonight,” he replied.

You walked him to the door, following in line with his long strides. Just as he was about to reach the handle of your front door, he stopped before turning to face you.

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation about what is going on between us,” he stated, his voice low and serious.

You blinked a couple of times in surprise before parting your lips to respond, “I know I don't owe anyone an explanation but I know what Rina’s feeling and the only way I can see myself fixing this problem is by telling her everything. We never keep secrets from each other and I would probably be equally as hurt if she chose to hide something from me too... ”

Gojo pressed his lips together, navigating the words floating in his mind before reaching his hand out to touch your fingers.

“I get it but I just…”

“ Just ?...”

He exhaled, “I don’t want you overthinking anything between us, okay?”

“Don’t worry, even though we are terrible at sticking to our own rules, I am fully aware of where we both stand…”

You notice the relief wash over Gojo’s face as he slips his fingers away from your touch, “Good, because I like what we are doing.”

“I-I like it too…” you replied almost instantly, your heart racing at your own admittance.

The sorcerer left you a bundle of nerves when he said his goodbye. The knot in your stomach made its presence known, twining itself around your insides as you couldn’t escape this foreign emotion that seemed to have infiltrated your body.

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CHAPTER 11 - FRIENDS