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💋⠀⠀❜୧⠀⠀sum｡⠀⠀a confident girl (you) and her cocky boyfriend!gojo always tease each other, until you ghost him for a month. however, now he’s your new boss— and he’s definitely not letting you go that easy! 💌⠀⠀❜୧⠀⠀cw｡⠀⠀⠀smut (18+),  semen,  rubbing clit, pussy eating, riding dick, public sex, reader is described as female, not proofread.. 🌷⠀⠀❜୧⠀⠀wc｡⠀⠀⠀2.05k

you were basically the it girl of the whole generation. everywhere you went, you’d be the talk of the town, setting new trends. the only clothing pieces in your wardrobe were cropped tees with a risky statement on it, skimpy microskirts that would probably get you canceled if you jumped once. but besides your slutty fashion choices, you had a sassy and confident personality. you knew you were THAT girl. i mean, any men that acted a bit too cocky, you could easily shut them down. your boyfriend, satoru gojo— was the literal equivalent of arrogance. you both were laying in bed next to each other, mostly decorated with gyaru posters, hello kitty merch and mean girls quotes. a bold girl obviously has a bold room. anyway, you both were basically doing nothing besides doom-scrolling on tiktok. "you know," gojo finally breaks the silence, smirking as he scrolls, "sometimes i think it’s gotta be exhausting for you, trying to keep up with me. like, imagine how lucky you are to date me— the most powerful sorcerer alive, a literal masterpiece. you’re basically dating a god, babe." he leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. "no offense, but you being with anyone else would just be… tragic." you roll your eyes so hard you’re sure they’ll get stuck. "a god? please, satoru. you’re like… a walking ego with nice eyes and a half-decent jawline. if i wanted non-stop arrogance, i’d just talk to my mirror." you give him a withering look. "and tragic? babe, the only thing tragic here is the fact that you actually believe your own hype. i mean, i’m dating you out of charity at this point." you lean closer with a challenging look. "let’s be real—if anyone’s lucky here, it’s you. imagine trying to keep up with me." gojo lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. "oh, charity? that’s rich, coming from the girl who practically worships my every move," he says, leaning in with that infuriating grin. "face it, sweetheart, you’re just obsessed. i mean, look at this room," he gestures around, "you’ve got style, sure, but deep down? you know i’m the best thing that ever happened to you." you raise an eyebrow, unable to let that one slide. "obsessed? you really think i’m the one who's obsessed? satoru, if your ego got any bigger, it’d need its own postal code." you let the words sink in, a smirk playing on your lips. "and honestly? with the way you talk, it’s no wonder you have infinity around you—you’re the only person who could actually stand yourself."

that shuts him up, leaving him blinking in stunned silence, just long enough for you to savor the victory. gojo stares at you, still processing the brutal comeback, a flicker of surprise giving way to something darker in his gaze. he leans in, voice low and teasing. "you really have a mouth on you, you know that?" his hand brushes your cheek, fingers trailing down to your jaw, pulling you just a little closer. "it’s almost like you want me to shut you up." your pulse quickens, but you manage a smile. "think you can handle that, mr. 'most powerful sorcerer alive'?" he grins, that cocky, arrogant smirk that drives you crazy, inching even closer until his lips are just brushing yours. "oh, i know i can. question is… can you keep up?" now alas, he’s on top of you, the order of your plushies that you specifically arranged in alphabetical order being ruined. you clench your jaw.. but you decide to ignore it. he knew the only way he could shut your running mouth up is by simply eating you out of course. he took off your victoria’s secret underwear. ‘’jeez, was my princess this wet the whole time?’’ he points out. yeah, you were absolutely wet, your pussy was a whole rain puddle at this point. he wasted no time swirling his tongue around your nub. you let out a high-pitched groan— he let out a chuckle against your clit, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. he loved how your annoying yapping changed into moans almost instantly when he pulled down your panties. his lips and tongue moving with a skill that has you arching into him, every flick and press sending sparks through your body. you swore you’d meet god at this rate. he chuckles low, pulling back just enough to look up at you with that infuriatingly smug expression. "what’s wrong?" he taunts, voice dripping with arrogance. "thought you were the one who could handle anything. but look at you—can barely keep it together." his fingers trace lazy circles as he smirks. "maybe you’re not as tough as you act, huh?" a moan slips out, but it’s quickly laced with frustration. "you… cocky… bastard," you manage, voice shaky. he just laughs, clearly pleased with himself. "oh, come on," he teases, lips brushing against your skin, "that’s all you’ve got? thought you’d be putting up a fight by now." you grit your teeth, fingers clutching the sheets. "maybe i’d fight back if you were actually good at this," you shoot back, knowing full well it’ll only make him try harder. you pushed him back with a hard force having enough of him. you pulled down his boxers, his boner springing out of it. his head slammed against the plush mattress, enjoying when you took control. ‘’eh? riding me?’’ he mumbles, thinking it was the most unoriginal thing ever. you let out a scoff, wrapping your fingers around his shaft to give one jerk. ‘’don’t play w’ me.’’ you mumble as you position yourself on it. his hands quickly latch onto your hips like velcro.

his cock clenched around your pussy, and he lets out a slutty moan. though you had intercourse almost everyday, he could never get enough— every time feeling like the first. you began moving around, ‘’mmm.. continue, pri.. princess..’’ he stutters, finding it hard to focus. you smirked, being the one to shut him up now. as you went faster and harder, he swore he could see stars when he closed his eyes. ‘’honey.. i’m close..’’ is the last thing he said till he ejected tons of cum in you. when you pulled away, strings still managed to latch on for a short second. ‘’another round?’’ he asks, desperate for more. you thought for a second, should i be petty.. safe to say, you were. you pulled up your panties and walked away. ‘’hmm.. maybe (never). you can call me though! it’s— 1-800-hot-n-fun.’’ however, even after gojo spam-called you 20 times per day, you gave him the silent treatment— he wasn’t even sure if you wanted to be in a relationship with him anymore! you were planning to still, ignore him but alas, that was cut short. a month after, you were walking to your office as normal. everything felt peaceful and the scenery was divine. ah, the moment you walked in.. you got bombarded with letters and presents from satoru gojo. you thought to yourself.. how does he know where i work at? coincidentally.. or maybe he did it on purpose (you’ll never know).. your boss decided to quit ‘cause quote on quote he wanted to go on a christmas vacation.. anyway, you rushed to your boss’s office, it couldn’t be that gojo would be your new boss.. shit! a man with terrifying blue eyes.. white hair.. glanced up at you and immediately smiled. but this wasn’t ‘cause he was happy— he could finally take revenge for what you’ve done. ‘’omg. don’t tell me you’re my new boss.’’ you gesture at him. ‘’what? you should be happy i’m your new boss!’’ he stood up from his office chair, putting his hands in his pockets. ‘’but you ain’t goin’ without consequence, missy.’’ you let out a scoff, yeah, sure, he could fire you.. force you to work overtime.. okay, nevermind— gojo walked to you, his steps intimidating. ‘’so, why did you ghost me, babe?’’

you furrowed your eyebrows, but you didn’t have a good reason to ghost him, you just felt petty. ‘’cus’ i can!’’ he let out a scoff, grabbing your chin to force you to stare at him. ‘’do you know how scared i was that you basically broke up with me?’’ gojo was never this serious, usually light-hearted or joking around in solemn situations. his eyes dropped down from your eyes to your outfit. his voice also dropped an octave.  ‘’you wear that to work everyday?’’ he points at your micro skirts, ‘’i have even shorter than this.’’ you roll your eyes. his jaw clenches, not taking pride from you wearing that in front of your men colleagues. your attention shifts to how he looks at you. though you didn’t wanna get mad at him so early in the morning (it was 7am), you balled your hands into fists. ‘’shut up. i don’t need an insecure man who gets jealous of what i wear. you know damn well i wouldn’t cheat.’’ you storm out his office, but when you thought you were safe— he followed you to your cubicle. he smiles when he sees the still unopened gifts on your desk. ‘’open them.’’ he swirls the ribbon around his finger. you open the velvety box reluctantly, and you get surprised. it was a bunch of… (sex) toys. ‘’what the fuck is this?’’ you point to the array of toys. ‘’i thought you’d buy me clothes!’’ he raises an eyebrow. ‘’you have enough clothing for a whole continent, you definitely don’t need more.’’ you roll your eyes, yeah sure, you had a shopping addiction.. but that's none of his business. well, maybe a bit— you did spend his money frequently on american eagle.. brandy melville.. whatever was pretty, you bought it. you crossed your arms. ‘’fuck off. i quit!’’ you shout abruptly. he lets out a chuckle, convinced you were lying. ‘’i forbid you to quit. you will have to sign documents anyway.’’ suddenly, he picked you up and set you on the empty area of your desk. ‘’let’s test those toys i bought.’’ he put the opened present onto your lap. for some reason, he tossed it away somewhere. ‘’nevermind, let’s just do this normal route.’’ you looked around, surprised he’d wanna do it basically in public. ‘’uh.. it’s so busy..’’ you whisper as the commotion gets even louder. ‘’don’t be such a pussy.’’ he mumbled as he took off your panties in an intimate and slow way. ‘’speaking of pussy.. i think i’ll fuck this one.’’ haha, so funny.. you thought to yourself. he unbuckled his belt and his pants to the knees. ‘’be quiet, you don’t want anyone to hear, right?’’ he whispered, signaling you to stop yapping. he slowly entered your hole, and you let out a gasp that was a bit too audible. he pinched your mouth shut, before slowly moving. ‘’mmm..’’ he moans quietly. he ramped up the speed, to be faster. let’s just say the sounds coming from your specific cubicle were very suspicious. your colleague basically next to you, the only thing separating you both was a cheap divider. ‘’ey, can you print somethin’ for me?’’ she asked. you both immediately went quiet. ‘’....hellooo? i need this as soon as possible, you know!’’ she says, getting increasingly more impatient. after a few minutes, she let out a scoff and stood up to go to the printer herself. ‘’fine, fuck you—’’ she mumbled to herself. your thighs were shaking, feeling like you were gonna orgasm any second now.. as soon as his dick pressed against your g-spot, he spurted out a ton of cum, it coming in long, sticky ropes. ‘’woah, that was early.’’ he smiled. ‘’yeah.. must’ve been the adrenaline...’’ you let out a sigh, knowing you probably ended the friendship between you and your neighbor colleague. gojo looked at his expensive rolex, and his eyes widen. ‘’shit. babe. i’m like 20 minutes late for the meeting.’’ he hastily put on his pants and belt before storming off to the meeting room. you jumped off from the desk, to discover that you were sitting on some important documents and they’re are all.. wet, and you didn’t even notice. how are you gonna explain this to your new boss?

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boyfriend!gojo that cheats on you at a halloween party. it was supposed to be a fun halloween night, you were preparing to match with your then boyfriend: satoru gojo. you were gonna dress up as cupid, and he’d be your amor. you sat in front of your vanity, lights shining on you at basically every angle. you curled your hair, did some makeup and finally put on your outfit! you hurried to the party, you were already a couple minutes late— when you arrived, you immediately began searching for gojo. your costume wouldn’t make that much sense without him next to you. you searched around the building 3 times, probably guessing he’d make an appearance a bit later than you. you ordered a porn star martini. after you finished, you checked behind the house, just to see gojo making out with a random girl— your heart dropped, feeling nauseous the moment you saw it. you grabbed your bow, an arrow and shot the girl, her dying in gojo’s arms almost instantly. love only evokes pain, anyway.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀🍬ㅤ۫ ⠀𝓣rick or 𝓣reat 𝓓ick ࣪ ᚐ ִ

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🎃ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤsum. ㅤbored before a halloween party, you summon a demon for fun. to your surprise, incubus!gojo appears, offering you a tempting choice: "trick or dick?" 👻ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤcw.ㅤsmut (18+), squirting, semen.. reader is described female, mentions about demonic rituals 😈ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤwc.ㅤ1,1k 𓉸 𓈒ㅤmy* note: the person who drew the art is so goated fr

you looked at the clock.. still a couple hours to go till the halloween party officially began. you decided the best way to endorse your time was to do a dare, of course! you went on google: how to summon demons… you figured out that it was probably fake, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. first step was to kill a stranger?? yeah no. you still had a couple of red crayons from kindergarten, and you drew a baphomet symbol. safe to say it didn’t even look remotely to what you were supposed to draw. now you just need 4 candles! good thing you hoarded bath&body candles like no tomorrow. wow, you were finally done— and the aroma spread through the whole house! time for the actual incantation… te invoco a profundus inferni… no response.. wait— is there seriously an earthquake? the whole vicinity shook around you, you were sure the earth was gonna collapse at how hard it was shaking. good thing it only lasted a few seconds. it was a strange occurrence, sure, but something else was in front of you. did it actually work?! but it was no ordinary demon now that’d be boring. you noticed a man in front of you with a sly smirk. he had white, frosty hair and blue eyes. not to mention the slutty outfit he had on. a latex bodysuit with a heart cut-out, there were no sleeves— so you could see the absolutely toned arms. his horns were a gradient of purple to black and the tip of his tail was heart-shaped. actually, you both were kind of matching— you had the same outfit, but with fake horns and tail of course. you guys were giving couple goals! anywho, his eyes dropped from your boobs heart cut-out back to your face. ‘’what? you decided to dress up as me for halloween?’’ he teased you, ‘’i’m quite endeared.’’ you furrow your eyebrows, you just found the costume at a walmart. ‘’no? i didn’t even know you existed.’’ you couldn’t help but admit he was certainly attractive, and the bulge in his probably-too-tight bodysuit was a bit too noticeable… ‘’well, human, since you summoned me and awakened me from my eternal slumber..’’ he thought for a moment, placing one finger on his chin. ‘’trick or dick?’’ you were confused, what type of question was that? normally it was trick or treat. however.. you couldn’t help but consider that he didn’t look like an ordinary demon, he had a purple and pink color scheme— instead of the normal black and red. ‘’what are you?’’ you asked blatantly. ‘’oh.. mortals nowadays… i’m an incubus.’’ what did he just say? in-cum-us? you clenched your thighs together, rubbing against your core. ‘’omg.. are you stupid or stupid. i’m a sex demon, silly.’’ he slowly stepped up to you, ‘’so, answer me.. trick or dick?’’ you gulped, looking around.. it wouldn’t hurt to do it once, and you’d have to wait for that party anyways.. so, ‘’dick.’’

now, somehow, you’re here on the couch with him on top of you. you were stripped of all your clothes, besides your horns, since he said that it was ‘’cute’’. surprisingly enough, for a sex demon, he took things gentle in the beginning. but it wasn’t long before you pleaded him to go faster. ‘’faster.. ‘s too slow.’’ he rolled his eyes, ‘’foolish.. okay.’’ he picked up the pace by quite a lot, his thick and long shaft reached every area, as if your pussy was practically molded for him. he couldn’t help but also pay attention to your tits, fondling them. you couldn’t keep in your moans, your neighbors probably heard.. whatever, you whimpered.. ‘’i’m close..’’ his smirk turned into a grin. as he started rubbing your clit, it didn’t take long till you cummed. cum x1. oh.. how did we get here? you were on your knees, begging him to let you suck him off. he agreed hesitantly, but that’s ‘cause he didn’t wanna moan more than you. your tongue licked the sides, and he already let out the most sluttiest mewl ever. you finally began sucking him off, his hand coming on top of your head to pull on your hair. sure, it did hurt, but you kinda liked it..! the tip of his cock kept hitting the back of your throat, and let’s just say your gag reflex is absolutely ass. soon enough, he let out a mewl, putting his hand on the back of your head to make you go faster. he cummed in your mouth.. he offered you a tissue to spit it on, thank god because you didn’t wanna swallow up his seed.

cum x2.. and now he was sitting between your thighs, your legs spread out and all. he wondered how many fingers you could take. he put his index finger in your hole, quickly clenching around it. your pussy reacting to him, i mean— he was much better than you masturbating to cringe hentai, you got shivers remembering. he pulled out his finger to replace with his tongue, and it felt extraordinary, you weren’t good at having intercourse at all, he already figured it out. he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nub, it sending electric currents throughout your whole body. you kept letting out groaning, till the point he had to tell you to quiet down ‘’a little bit’’. the moment he put two fingers in and hitting your g-spot.. you knew you were doomed. he was bringing you immense pleasure, till the point that you.. cummed.. well, it felt a lot different.. it felt wetter. the wetness came onto most of his face, and he was shocked, for a moment. ‘’did you.. squirt?’’ before you could apologize, he let out a chuckle.

cum x3...?

well, the story goes like this… when an incubus makes a girl cum 3 times.. he can collect your soul, in old demon fashion. you didn’t even have time to react, you sold your soul for some good ol’ sex, and now god knows what happened to you. a few hours after the halloween party began, your friends knocked on your door, i mean, you had planned to meet up with them. knock.. knock.. knock. but alas, no answer— your body was an empty husk now. all for a little dare!

TRICK OR TREAT DICK?

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　𓍢🌴　sum.　𓂃　what happens when your boss get pregnant, and you're forced to take care of her office in sweet ol' paris? 　𓍢🍍　cw.　𓂃　no smut but does have sexual undertones. reader gets called pet names quite often.. and described as female. emily in paris spoilers (not major) 　𓍢🌊　wc.　𓂃　~2.5k ⠀ ۪ ⠀✿　my note！　so.. this is heavily inspired by emily in paris 'cus i honestly think it's a good series imo

you lived in a suburban area, somewhere in nagoya. you also heard stories about paris— that it was the city of love. the longer you think about it, the more you get nauseous. it started with one phone call. you quickly hurried to it as it started ringing an obnoxious loud tone. you grabbed the phone rapidly, curious on who it was. with a swipe of your finger to the right, you picked up. you still recognized that voice— it was your boss. ‘’hey!’’ she said in a cheery manner, the audio was quite glitchy the more she spoke and some parts weren’t even audible— it wasn’t strange, she lived in central tokyo.

‘’hi? is there anything?’’ you asked in a polite manner, wondering why she was calling at 1 am. you were in the bathroom, getting ready to go to bed peacefully. ‘’yeah— sooo.. i’m pregnant.’’ ‘’HUH? what? when? how—’’ she interrupts you in the middle of your rambling by letting out a chuckle. ‘’silly. that doesn’t matter. but what does matter is i’m going on preg’ leave.’’ she thinks for a moment, ‘’ah… also, i need you to take care of my office in paris..’’ she trails off, not sure if you were going to be happy about it— you didn’t really have a choice. your eyes light up, it was like a kid getting invited to disneyland— but this was much better than disneyland. this was PARIS. the city of looooove. your crowded thoughts quickly disappear when she says, ‘’remember, it’s for 6 months. and it’s no vacation, you still gotta work.’’ you frown, knowing that you’d still have to be forced to partake in boring ass projects. ‘’sounds good. when?’’

‘’tomorrow.’’ your heart basically drops, seriously? tomorrow? dammit— now you’d have to worry about packing in, instead of sleeping like normal. and is it even that good? you’d probably have to learn french, the culture.. everything that comes along with it. wait— hold on. how could you forget? you also had a boyfriend here, in japan. and you’d somehow have to beg him to come to paris with you— but he’s basically a workaholic! you hang up on your bosswithout realizing it, you were frantically calling nanami. ‘’hello, darling?’’ he says in a puzzled tone to the phone’s speaker. ‘’oh. yeah, hi nanami— something supa’ important.’’ you weren’t sure how you’d tell him, i mean… it’s such a big responsibility for you, and for him.. you didn’t even know where he’d work at. maybe the office you were at? maybe he doesn’t even like working there. you were so clueless, but you just decided to say it straight-up. ‘’i’m going to paris. tomorrow. you’re coming with me!’’ you hadn’t realized it yet, but you were begging him. ‘’what..?’’ he stammers, confused what you were talking about it. ‘’honey— you know i can’t come to paris. and definitely not tomorrow.’’ ‘’nanami. this is no vacation— i’m going there for 6 months. for work. my (former) boss is going on pregnancy leave, and i have to take care of her office in paris.’’ you try to explain, not sugarcoating anything.

‘’sorry, i can’t do it.’’ he said in a stern manner, a huge contrast to your behavior. your heart double-dropped. what is this feeling? heartbreak? probably. ‘’and. i don’t wanna do long distance…’’ you furrow your eyebrows, was he.. breaking up with you? instead of responding, you hung up.

who cares? you’d had bigger issues anyway. right?? like packing in for, for paris! oh no.. you were one minor inconvenience away from a full-blown breakdown. you hurried to grab a stable suitcase. let’s not talk about the metallic hello kitty pattern on it. you were sure people were gonna comment on it, but whatever. confidence is key! (damn, you can recite positivity quotes like a song in your head— but that’s not gonna help anything)

you waddled to the closet, to shove as much as you can in your suitcase. are you sure that’s not a bit overboard..? you knew deep down you’d probably be forced to pay a mandatory fee for your fatass luggage. you put other basic amenities in, till your case couldn’t even be shut. is this overpackeritis? if so, you were probably diagnosed with it. you had to take some (a lot) of items, even your most memorable ones! like your hello kitty hairbrush. oh god. we’re not a hello kitty girl, right? even though it’s only been, what, 10 minutes? you felt your hands cramp up from carrying that heavy suitcase to one room to another. it’s good that you finished packing in. you walked— no, jumped on your bed before falling fast asleep. wow, that’s one sure way to get over a breakup… by sleeping it off! ring.. ring.. ring.. you heard your doorbell go off like 5 times. ‘’madam! mademoiselle! you are going to miss your flight!’’ the male.. and presumably french taxi driver shouts from the door. you rubbed your eyes, before quickly heading downstairs with your suitcase in hand. shit! you were still wearing your horrid statement shirt.. and batman pyjama pants? people were gonna think you weren’t good in the head. oh, whatever— you overslept, so now you have to go through the consequences of not being able to dress into something more appropriate. you open the door, awkwardly hiding your questionable fashion choices away from the taxi driver. ‘’hey.. um.’’ you smiled, and the second he turned around, you made sure to step out of the door. (and wow! you now magically have your phone in your hand and passport in the other.) you made sure to lock the door before catching up with the taxi driver. you weren’t sure if that was a weird glance from him.. you stepped in the car, it was probably a toyota. the interior was all-black, but it was still somewhat clean. sure, some dust particles in the crevices, however it was much better than the other cars you were in. (like nanami’s one— maybe that’s a bit too petty...) as soon as you put on your seatbelt, the person starts driving.. a bit too fast. sir, it’s a 25 mph street…! you don’t say anything, just hoping that he wouldn’t drive a kid over. he probably has a driver’s license (you hope), so it doesn’t matter. you look outside the window, before realizing you weren’t gonna see your house anymore for.. 6 months.

hmm.. before even realizing it— you were already at the nagoya chubu airport. ‘’have a good day, madam.’’ the taxi driver smiles faintly before heading off. you turn around, never having realized the sheer size of an airport. and even though it was still early, there were loads of people. tons of commotions in every part of the air terminal. you honestly felt overwhelmed, but you powered through and found the lane you needed to be at. LANE 6, TIME: 06:30 (or 5:30 am for the americans…) fast forward to when you finally arrive in paris. wait, not yet, you were still at the paris charles de gaulle airport. you were getting picked up by someone. he had beefy arms, you swear a vein would pop if he tried flexing it. he also had huge tits, i mean a huge chest. before you could stare any longer, he looked down at you. sure, he was attractive, but also damn intimidating..! ‘’what are ya starin’ at?’’ he lets out a scoff. ‘’hurry up and get in the car.’’ he opens the car door for you, hey, atleast that was polite. you nod, hurriedly getting in the BMW car. it was significantly less clean, some cigarette packs scattered throughout, a lot of dust.. and even a cobweb in the corner. you felt a lump grow in your throat, but you still wanted to know some information about him. ‘’wha.. what’s your name?’’

‘’toji. toji zenin.’’ he clenches the steering wheel. you recognize that last name! it being a somewhat well-known clan in japan. ‘’ah.. why are you in paris then?’’ he lets out a scoff, turning his head around and getting a good look at your face. ‘’cus’ i’m a broke ass bitch.’’ he points to the cigarette pack. ‘’pass me that.’’ he says in a non-polite way. you hesitate, wanting to be petty— but you didn’t wanna get clapped by him (but he definitely could in the bedroom). you give him the cigarettes, there were only 2 left in the red packaging. ‘’and the lighter, idiot.’’ you pass him the rusty lighter, you just saw from the amount of leftover cigarettes in the car that he must’ve been a heavy chainsmoker. he opens the window, lighting up the cig’. ‘’what’s your name, darlin?’’ he looks in the rearview mirror of the car to see the nervous look on your face, letting out a chuckle before shifting his attention to the road in front of him. ‘’um.. just call me whatever.’’ he raises an eyebrow, ‘’anything..? mmm.. so i can call you a whore. got it.’’ he says in an annoyingly sarcastic manner. you let out an inner-scoff. that’s not what i meant…! you say to yourself seriously? whore? you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to answer. ‘’it was a joke, cutie. don’t take it seriously.’’ he says, putting the attention on the look of your face. he throws the cigarette out of the slightly open window before taking up the speed by a few notches. you soon arrive at the apartment your boss assigned to you. it was located near the office. ‘’ey, what’s your number?’’ you hesitate, not wanting to give your number to a random taxi driver and certainly not someone who nearly called you a whore— but ah.. he was certainly a fine guy… soo, whatever. you speak up, ‘’um.. it’s xxx-xxx-xxx.’’ you notice him writing it down on a small piece of paper. ‘’got it. have a fine day, darlin.’’ he slyly smirks before you open the car door and hurriedly go to your apartment door. it was on floor 4.. you think. you carry the luggage inside just to notice.. there’s no fuckin’ elevator?!

you’d have to carry this up 4 floors… you walk upstairs for what seems like an eternity. you try to open the door, before you hear someone stepping up to the door— huh? wasn’t this your apartment. the door creaks open to a blue-eyed male with frosty white hair. ‘’mmm? who’s this?’’ he keeps the door open by leaning his arm against it. ‘’i.. believe this is my apartment?’’ he looks confused for a moment. ‘’ah… on which floor are you supposed to go?’’ ‘’floor.. 4?’’ his smirk turns into a full blown smile. ‘’silly ass. in france, the first floor for you is the ground floor for us. so you have to go up one floor.’’

you let out a huff that was a bit too audible, because he quickly notices the luggage behind you. ‘’you want me to help you carry that? i assume you’re from japan?’’ he looks you up and down, nearly letting out a laugh when he notices what you’re wearing. you furrow your eyebrows, ‘’yea, how do you know?’’ he puts his hands in his pockets. ‘’pfft.. oh, nothing— you totally don’t have a sanrio suitcase. don’t worry, i’m from japan too.’’ you hesitate, he didn’t look remotely japanese— not to be stereotypical or anything, but he had white hair and horrifying blue eyes. traits that aren’t normal in japan.. or really, anywhere else. ‘’why are you looking like that? i really am~’’ he nudges your shoulder as he carries your suitcase upstairs. ‘’why are you in france, anyway?’’ he shrugs, ‘’cause japan got too boring.’’ eh.. too boring? he wasn’t here for work or anything.. but just ‘cause he felt like it? ‘’how rich are you?’’ i mean, he lived in central paris— the capital of france, usually apartments don’t come too cheap. you both walk up to the apartment you should’ve been at. ‘’rich enough to buy a mansion in every country.’’ a grin appears on his face. ‘’even that may be an understatement.’’ your eyes widen, an understatement? you could hardly even afford to live in nagoya. his comment didn’t even make that much sense, if he can buy a mansion in every country— why would he live in a small apartment then? you open the door, noticing that the apartment is largely already decorated by who you assume was your former boss. ‘’i did jujutsu for decades. basically since i was born.’’ he adds onto his sentence. he walks in your apartment with you. ‘’wow, not bad. it’s hard to buy houses like this in paris. i’m speaking from experience, they don’t like tourists in france.’’ he looks around. you hurry to the closed curtain, before opening it to reveal a view nearby the eiffel tower. your jaw literally dropped. you frantically grabbed your phone out of your pocket to take a dozen pictures of the magnificent view. your boss must’ve bribed someone to buy this apartment— because you could’ve only dreamed about being able to see the eiffel tower so close. you noticed your instagram username.. me.in.nagoya but now you changed it to me.in.paris. you turned around, not having noticed it till now.. but damn, whoever this man was, he was undoubtedly the most charming person you’ve seen.. ‘’my name’s gojo.’’ he looks at you in a way that makes you clench your thighs together. his grin drops in a confused stare. ‘’is there something, princess?’’ he asks. ‘’nothing.. but..’’ you tug his shirt, giving him a clear and bold sign on what you wanted. his eyes glanced up and down, raising an eyebrow. ‘’ah.. i dunno~ we just met!’’ he said in a teasing manner, but you knew he was somewhat serious. ‘’pleaseeee?’’ safe to say your begging did not help. you walked up to the office with a ridiculous suit, even though french people may be fashionable.. you really stood out (in a bad way). you noticed people looking at you in a questionable manner. you hurried to your personal cubicle that was in the corner of the huge building. a woman with a brown bob walked up to you, her look was so serious— and even intimidating. ‘’madam? as-tu besoin de quelque chose?’’ what? you didn’t understand even a bit of french, sure, maybe oui and bonjour but other than that you were clueless. the look on your face said everything. ‘’ah.. no french? pas un autre touriste stupide…’’ stupide? sure, you didn’t know french, but stupide probably meant stupid. and touriste.. tourist.. wait, she was basically calling you a stupid tourist. tumblr isn't letting me write more than this.

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‘’what do you want?’’ she looked you in a strange way. ‘’um.. i’m actually the manager here.’’ you had a proud face, knowing that you had most of the control here. ‘’pfft. if you wanna make jokes, then let your outfit speak.’’ oh no. she roasted you loud and clear, and it was a good insult too. ‘’hmph..’’ you furrow your eyebrows. ‘’address me properly, or don’t talk to me at all.’’ you stood up for yourself, before dashing to your office space. safe to say the look on her face made you let out a laugh you tried to keep in. you settled down in your chair, packing out everything you needed.. some plants, cringe french souvenirs (you probably didn’t need to buy more than 10..) and your, oh, so sweet, laptop that you’d be working on almost everyday. your former boss warned you that you’d have a few colleagues, in particular a man with stupid marks on his face.. and someone with long, black hair. (spoken in her own words.) someone you presumed to be your colleague walked up to you, suspicious if you were even supposed to be here. ‘’hello.. madam. are you the new manager?’’ ah, finally someone who got it right! you nod a bit too enthusiastically. ‘’oh, okay. nice to meet you. i’m choso.’’ he has a faint smile on his face. maybe your colleagues weren’t that rude at all! the workday finished normally, and you thought to yourself: france isn’t that bad.

you headed to the park, sure, it was quite late, but you felt peaceful enough to enjoy the scenery of france. you sat on a lonely bench, reminiscing about the times you were with nanami. you even bought a pain au chocolat (not to say it wasn’t overpriced.. is bread supposed to cost 5 euros?). but then, a group of annoying kids bumped into you, making you drop your pain au chocolat. reason 67th why you weren’t having kids. a female with long blonde hair sits next to you, ‘’oh, i’m so sorry— i can buy you another one?’’ she smiles awkwardly. you shake your head, ‘’nah, it’s fine. are you their mother?’’ her face turns mortified, as if you insulted her whole bloodline. ‘’no! definitely not. god, i’d rather die than have kids. i’m their nanny.’’ you let out a quiet laugh. ‘’ah, so relatable. same honestly.’’ she layed back, you could tell she was tired of having to take care of 5 kids constantly. she shouted, startling you for a moment. ‘’HEY! stop fighting, idiots!’’ she scoffed, ‘’sorry, those are some annoying pieces of shits.’’ you let out a chuckle.

‘’aha.. what’s your name?’’ you asked. ‘’my name is yuki. et toi?’’ …. you respond in silence. ‘’oh, sorry. and you?’’ damn, maybe you should start learning french, because these moments are super awkward. ‘’um.. you can call me anything.’’ she nods before quickly changing the topic, ‘’what’s your phone number, mademoiselle?’’ she nudges your shoulder in a sarcastic way. you let out an awkward chuckle. ‘’ah.. it’s xxx-xxx-xxx.’’ ‘’noted, see you ‘round!’’ she stands up, walking to the children she’s babysitting. you guess you should also leave now, not like there’s anything interesting now.

you walk back to your apartment, wanting to take a much-needed shower. and now you're in the shower, but it isn’t even turning on. you let out an audible grumble, wrapping a towel around your body before hurriedly walking downstairs. you knock on gojo’s door, like, 3 times before he finally answers. ‘’what— oh, huh?’’ he notices the towel. ‘’my shower isn’t working. can i use yours? if it even works..’’ he lets you in, you hurry to the shower, turning it on. wait, why does his shower function but yours doesn’t? you let out a hiss, what an annoying minor inconvenience. ‘’i have a question. and i thought about it earlier today..’’ he says behind the locked bathroom door. ‘’uh— what is it?’’ you ask, remembering the awkward moment you shared, thinking about it gave you the heebie jeebies.

‘’how about we shower together?”

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　𓍢🌴　sum.　𓂃　what happens when your boss get pregnant, and you're forced to take care of her office in sweet ol' paris? 　𓍢🍍　cw.　𓂃　no smut but does have sexual undertones. reader gets called pet names quite often.. and described as female. emily in paris spoilers (not major) 　𓍢🌊　wc.　𓂃　~2.5k ⠀ ۪ ⠀✿　my note！　so.. this is heavily inspired by emily in paris 'cus i honestly think it's a good series imo

you lived in a suburban area, somewhere in nagoya. you also heard stories about paris— that it was the city of love. the longer you think about it, the more you get nauseous. it started with one phone call. you quickly hurried to it as it started ringing an obnoxious loud tone. you grabbed the phone rapidly, curious on who it was. with a swipe of your finger to the right, you picked up. you still recognized that voice— it was your boss. ‘’hey!’’ she said in a cheery manner, the audio was quite glitchy the more she spoke and some parts weren’t even audible— it wasn’t strange, she lived in central tokyo.

‘’hi? is there anything?’’ you asked in a polite manner, wondering why she was calling at 1 am. you were in the bathroom, getting ready to go to bed peacefully. ‘’yeah— sooo.. i’m pregnant.’’ ‘’HUH? what? when? how—’’ she interrupts you in the middle of your rambling by letting out a chuckle. ‘’silly. that doesn’t matter. but what does matter is i’m going on preg’ leave.’’ she thinks for a moment, ‘’ah… also, i need you to take care of my office in paris..’’ she trails off, not sure if you were going to be happy about it— you didn’t really have a choice. your eyes light up, it was like a kid getting invited to disneyland— but this was much better than disneyland. this was PARIS. the city of looooove. your crowded thoughts quickly disappear when she says, ‘’remember, it’s for 6 months. and it’s no vacation, you still gotta work.’’ you frown, knowing that you’d still have to be forced to partake in boring ass projects. ‘’sounds good. when?’’

‘’tomorrow.’’ your heart basically drops, seriously? tomorrow? dammit— now you’d have to worry about packing in, instead of sleeping like normal. and is it even that good? you’d probably have to learn french, the culture.. everything that comes along with it. wait— hold on. how could you forget? you also had a boyfriend here, in japan. and you’d somehow have to beg him to come to paris with you— but he’s basically a workaholic! you hang up on your bosswithout realizing it, you were frantically calling nanami. ‘’hello, darling?’’ he says in a puzzled tone to the phone’s speaker. ‘’oh. yeah, hi nanami— something supa’ important.’’ you weren’t sure how you’d tell him, i mean… it’s such a big responsibility for you, and for him.. you didn’t even know where he’d work at. maybe the office you were at? maybe he doesn’t even like working there. you were so clueless, but you just decided to say it straight-up. ‘’i’m going to paris. tomorrow. you’re coming with me!’’ you hadn’t realized it yet, but you were begging him. ‘’what..?’’ he stammers, confused what you were talking about it. ‘’honey— you know i can’t come to paris. and definitely not tomorrow.’’ ‘’nanami. this is no vacation— i’m going there for 6 months. for work. my (former) boss is going on pregnancy leave, and i have to take care of her office in paris.’’ you try to explain, not sugarcoating anything.

‘’sorry, i can’t do it.’’ he said in a stern manner, a huge contrast to your behavior. your heart double-dropped. what is this feeling? heartbreak? probably. ‘’and. i don’t wanna do long distance…’’ you furrow your eyebrows, was he.. breaking up with you? instead of responding, you hung up.

who cares? you’d had bigger issues anyway. right?? like packing in for, for paris! oh no.. you were one minor inconvenience away from a full-blown breakdown. you hurried to grab a stable suitcase. let’s not talk about the metallic hello kitty pattern on it. you were sure people were gonna comment on it, but whatever. confidence is key! (damn, you can recite positivity quotes like a song in your head— but that’s not gonna help anything)

you waddled to the closet, to shove as much as you can in your suitcase. are you sure that’s not a bit overboard..? you knew deep down you’d probably be forced to pay a mandatory fee for your fatass luggage. you put other basic amenities in, till your case couldn’t even be shut. is this overpackeritis? if so, you were probably diagnosed with it. you had to take some (a lot) of items, even your most memorable ones! like your hello kitty hairbrush. oh god. we’re not a hello kitty girl, right? even though it’s only been, what, 10 minutes? you felt your hands cramp up from carrying that heavy suitcase to one room to another. it’s good that you finished packing in. you walked— no, jumped on your bed before falling fast asleep. wow, that’s one sure way to get over a breakup… by sleeping it off! ring.. ring.. ring.. you heard your doorbell go off like 5 times. ‘’madam! mademoiselle! you are going to miss your flight!’’ the male.. and presumably french taxi driver shouts from the door. you rubbed your eyes, before quickly heading downstairs with your suitcase in hand. shit! you were still wearing your horrid statement shirt.. and batman pyjama pants? people were gonna think you weren’t good in the head. oh, whatever— you overslept, so now you have to go through the consequences of not being able to dress into something more appropriate. you open the door, awkwardly hiding your questionable fashion choices away from the taxi driver. ‘’hey.. um.’’ you smiled, and the second he turned around, you made sure to step out of the door. (and wow! you now magically have your phone in your hand and passport in the other.) you made sure to lock the door before catching up with the taxi driver. you weren’t sure if that was a weird glance from him.. you stepped in the car, it was probably a toyota. the interior was all-black, but it was still somewhat clean. sure, some dust particles in the crevices, however it was much better than the other cars you were in. (like nanami’s one— maybe that’s a bit too petty...) as soon as you put on your seatbelt, the person starts driving.. a bit too fast. sir, it’s a 25 mph street…! you don’t say anything, just hoping that he wouldn’t drive a kid over. he probably has a driver’s license (you hope), so it doesn’t matter. you look outside the window, before realizing you weren’t gonna see your house anymore for.. 6 months.

hmm.. before even realizing it— you were already at the nagoya chubu airport. ‘’have a good day, madam.’’ the taxi driver smiles faintly before heading off. you turn around, never having realized the sheer size of an airport. and even though it was still early, there were loads of people. tons of commotions in every part of the air terminal. you honestly felt overwhelmed, but you powered through and found the lane you needed to be at. LANE 6, TIME: 06:30 (or 5:30 am for the americans…) fast forward to when you finally arrive in paris. wait, not yet, you were still at the paris charles de gaulle airport. you were getting picked up by someone. he had beefy arms, you swear a vein would pop if he tried flexing it. he also had huge tits, i mean a huge chest. before you could stare any longer, he looked down at you. sure, he was attractive, but also damn intimidating..! ‘’what are ya starin’ at?’’ he lets out a scoff. ‘’hurry up and get in the car.’’ he opens the car door for you, hey, atleast that was polite. you nod, hurriedly getting in the BMW car. it was significantly less clean, some cigarette packs scattered throughout, a lot of dust.. and even a cobweb in the corner. you felt a lump grow in your throat, but you still wanted to know some information about him. ‘’wha.. what’s your name?’’

‘’toji. toji zenin.’’ he clenches the steering wheel. you recognize that last name! it being a somewhat well-known clan in japan. ‘’ah.. why are you in paris then?’’ he lets out a scoff, turning his head around and getting a good look at your face. ‘’cus’ i’m a broke ass bitch.’’ he points to the cigarette pack. ‘’pass me that.’’ he says in a non-polite way. you hesitate, wanting to be petty— but you didn’t wanna get clapped by him (but he definitely could in the bedroom). you give him the cigarettes, there were only 2 left in the red packaging. ‘’and the lighter, idiot.’’ you pass him the rusty lighter, you just saw from the amount of leftover cigarettes in the car that he must’ve been a heavy chainsmoker. he opens the window, lighting up the cig’. ‘’what’s your name, darlin?’’ he looks in the rearview mirror of the car to see the nervous look on your face, letting out a chuckle before shifting his attention to the road in front of him. ‘’um.. just call me whatever.’’ he raises an eyebrow, ‘’anything..? mmm.. so i can call you a whore. got it.’’ he says in an annoyingly sarcastic manner. you let out an inner-scoff. that’s not what i meant…! you say to yourself seriously? whore? you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to answer. ‘’it was a joke, cutie. don’t take it seriously.’’ he says, putting the attention on the look of your face. he throws the cigarette out of the slightly open window before taking up the speed by a few notches. you soon arrive at the apartment your boss assigned to you. it was located near the office. ‘’ey, what’s your number?’’ you hesitate, not wanting to give your number to a random taxi driver and certainly not someone who nearly called you a whore— but ah.. he was certainly a fine guy… soo, whatever. you speak up, ‘’um.. it’s xxx-xxx-xxx.’’ you notice him writing it down on a small piece of paper. ‘’got it. have a fine day, darlin.’’ he slyly smirks before you open the car door and hurriedly go to your apartment door. it was on floor 4.. you think. you carry the luggage inside just to notice.. there’s no fuckin’ elevator?!

you’d have to carry this up 4 floors… you walk upstairs for what seems like an eternity. you try to open the door, before you hear someone stepping up to the door— huh? wasn’t this your apartment. the door creaks open to a blue-eyed male with frosty white hair. ‘’mmm? who’s this?’’ he keeps the door open by leaning his arm against it. ‘’i.. believe this is my apartment?’’ he looks confused for a moment. ‘’ah… on which floor are you supposed to go?’’ ‘’floor.. 4?’’ his smirk turns into a full blown smile. ‘’silly ass. in france, the first floor for you is the ground floor for us. so you have to go up one floor.’’

you let out a huff that was a bit too audible, because he quickly notices the luggage behind you. ‘’you want me to help you carry that? i assume you’re from japan?’’ he looks you up and down, nearly letting out a laugh when he notices what you’re wearing. you furrow your eyebrows, ‘’yea, how do you know?’’ he puts his hands in his pockets. ‘’pfft.. oh, nothing— you totally don’t have a sanrio suitcase. don’t worry, i’m from japan too.’’ you hesitate, he didn’t look remotely japanese— not to be stereotypical or anything, but he had white hair and horrifying blue eyes. traits that aren’t normal in japan.. or really, anywhere else. ‘’why are you looking like that? i really am~’’ he nudges your shoulder as he carries your suitcase upstairs. ‘’why are you in france, anyway?’’ he shrugs, ‘’cause japan got too boring.’’ eh.. too boring? he wasn’t here for work or anything.. but just ‘cause he felt like it? ‘’how rich are you?’’ i mean, he lived in central paris— the capital of france, usually apartments don’t come too cheap. you both walk up to the apartment you should’ve been at. ‘’rich enough to buy a mansion in every country.’’ a grin appears on his face. ‘’even that may be an understatement.’’ your eyes widen, an understatement? you could hardly even afford to live in nagoya. his comment didn’t even make that much sense, if he can buy a mansion in every country— why would he live in a small apartment then? you open the door, noticing that the apartment is largely already decorated by who you assume was your former boss. ‘’i did jujutsu for decades. basically since i was born.’’ he adds onto his sentence. he walks in your apartment with you. ‘’wow, not bad. it’s hard to buy houses like this in paris. i’m speaking from experience, they don’t like tourists in france.’’ he looks around. you hurry to the closed curtain, before opening it to reveal a view nearby the eiffel tower. your jaw literally dropped. you frantically grabbed your phone out of your pocket to take a dozen pictures of the magnificent view. your boss must’ve bribed someone to buy this apartment— because you could’ve only dreamed about being able to see the eiffel tower so close. you noticed your instagram username.. me.in.nagoya but now you changed it to me.in.paris. you turned around, not having noticed it till now.. but damn, whoever this man was, he was undoubtedly the most charming person you’ve seen.. ‘’my name’s gojo.’’ he looks at you in a way that makes you clench your thighs together. his grin drops in a confused stare. ‘’is there something, princess?’’ he asks. ‘’nothing.. but..’’ you tug his shirt, giving him a clear and bold sign on what you wanted. his eyes glanced up and down, raising an eyebrow. ‘’ah.. i dunno~ we just met!’’ he said in a teasing manner, but you knew he was somewhat serious. ‘’pleaseeee?’’ safe to say your begging did not help. you walked up to the office with a ridiculous suit, even though french people may be fashionable.. you really stood out (in a bad way). you noticed people looking at you in a questionable manner. you hurried to your personal cubicle that was in the corner of the huge building. a woman with a brown bob walked up to you, her look was so serious— and even intimidating. ‘’madam? as-tu besoin de quelque chose?’’ what? you didn’t understand even a bit of french, sure, maybe oui and bonjour but other than that you were clueless. the look on your face said everything. ‘’ah.. no french? pas un autre touriste stupide…’’ stupide? sure, you didn’t know french, but stupide probably meant stupid. and touriste.. tourist.. wait, she was basically calling you a stupid tourist. tumblr isn't letting me write more than this.

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[iknowher]

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──ㅤ🤍ㅤ۫ㅤ ͏cheater! gojo who isn't loyal at all 𓉸ㅤ۫ㅤwc.ㅤ:ㅤ1,618 reader's note.ㅤ:ㅤit's quite rushed and short. also it's my first post so requests and constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!

it started with him telling you that he’d be on a mission. you didn’t think he’d be gone for that long. you checked the last time he was here. it’s been approximately 1 week, 4 days and 9 hours. you gave up trying to wait, it was miserable without him home. you decided to text him.. you, 07:24 pm: hey you, 07:24 pm: when are you coming home ??

… no answer. he’d usually respond within minutes— usually seconds. you text him again.. quite desperate now. you, 07:30 pm: gojo you, 07:31 pm: please answer you, 07:36 pm: hellooooo? ! ! ! after a few minutes, a notification sound came from your phone. you got a little dopamine rush, hoping it was gojo. and thank god, it was.. satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: god do you ever shut up satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: you’re so clingy i’m actually sick of you huh? you double-checked the contact name in hopes it wasn’t gojo.. but it really was gojo. you felt confused, why was he acting like this.. like a dick? you felt your eyes swell up. suddenly, yuki texted you. you didn’t feel any more energy to text anyone anymore— but you decided to open it anyway. yuki girlboss duhh, 07:50 pm: um hey girl.. you might wanna see this yuki girlboss duhh, 07:51 pm: (attachment added)

you opened the attachment, feeling your fingers shake. as soon as you open it, you felt a pang of disgust course throughout your body. the picture showcased gojo in a white suit— wait, holy shit.. is that a prada blazer..? you could just tell that his whole outfit probably costed thousands. his hair looked more well-kept than usual.

and there was a girl sitting at the same table as him, she probably also wore an expensive dress.. but you couldn’t really care less. the only thing you cared about was him basically cheating on you. you heard rumors about gojo being a player in highschool, but he was so charismatic— so you decided to ignore it. big mistake. you were so stubborn. literally everyone warned you.. however, you just ignored it. you, 08:02 pm:  oh. ty

shit, you hadn’t realized it but you were on the couch, crying till all your mascara was drooping on your cheeks. you were.. ugly crying.

you were watching your favorite show, 13 reasons why.. you probably rewatched it 4 times by now. and to add onto your already bad mood— you were playing I miss you, I’m sorry in the background.

though your phone was on mute, you couldn’t help but check if anyone texted you. unfortunately gojo did. Satoru Gojo, 01:10 pm: sorry that i said that Satoru Gojo, 01:12 pm: but i have to be real, we should break up … you were torn about insulting him or blocking him— but luckily, you took the more mature route. you, 01:13 pm: kay. why though? within seconds, he responded

Satoru Gojo, 01:13 pm: let’s be honest. this isn’t working. I’m busy and i don't see us continuing as a couple. i’m really sorry you clench your jaw before letting out a scoff, you knew damn well his ass was with another girl, having the time of his life.

you, 01:13 pm: shut the fuck up *you blocked this contact number. tap to unblock* nevermind. you took the immature route you felt the next stage of a breakup, anger and resentment. you opened your instagram, me_and_gojo it was an account where you posted basically all your lively moments with him, gojo. you changed your username to: me_and_myself before taking a good hour or so to delete every post, cleaning everything up. you looked at his account, though there were no posts of him and that girl— you still felt spiteful. you blocked his instagram account too.

…after a couple hours, you woke up at 6 am or so. you rubbed your eyes, seeing that the tv was playing a random movie recommended by netflix. you grabbed the remote, turning it off before grabbing your phone again.. but this time, it was geto, gojo’s best friend. geto, 05:32 am: hey girlieee geto, 05:32 am: i heard you broke up with gojo. I’m rlly sorry for that (i personally think gojo’s in the wrong for that) geto, 05:33 am: but anyway, he wanted his stuff back from your house.. I think he’s moving somewhere else? you let out a sigh, knowing that you’d have to talk or atleast see gojo again you, 06:05 am: oh. alright. you, 06:05 am: when is he coming exactly? geto responds in a few minutes

geto, 06:11 am: he says he can come in an hour or so geto, 06:11 am: just to lyk, i hope you can recover a faint smile appears on your face, but it quickly disappears as you see in the phone reflection how your makeup basically got ruined.. damn, i should invest in some waterproof makeup, you thought to yourself. you quickly head upstairs to your room, grabbing some micellair water and a cotton pad before rubbing it on your face, your makeup disappearing in a couple seconds. as soon as you finish, you hear the doorbell ring. that must be gojo. you felt dread, not wanting to see gojo’s stupid ass face after everything that happened. you hurried downstairs, before opening the door to see gojo, standing casually in front of your house. you felt his six eyes stare at your face. you tried to hide your expression of disgust.. but you could tell he knew you weren’t happy with him being home. he waved awkwardly, ‘’hey, i guess.’’ you ignored him, giving him the silent treatment as he walked in. ‘’oh.. I see, not being very talkative today, eh?’’ he lets out a dumb chuckle. everything that made you love him gave you the ick now. ‘’just.. do your thing.’’ you mumble under your breath. you notice him carrying a couple of big boxes, but even with that— you knew it wouldn’t be enough. ‘’eh alright. it’s gonna take some time, though.’’ he emphasized. as he walked nearby you, you could smell his jean paul gaultier cologne.

the moment you smelled it, you felt dizzy because of how strong it was. highkey, it was suffocating. you made a face of disgust, but you quickly turned around and sat on the couch, looking at him as he walked upstairs with an empty box— and in a few minutes he was downstairs with a full box you were unsure that could even be taped shut. this process continued for more than an hour, until he finally spoke up. ‘’hey, i’m done now. have a good life, alright?’’ he says before walking out the door. you quickly waddled to lock the door and head upstairs, curious how the room you first shared looked like now. you never noticed that most of the stuff in the house was from gojo. everything was and looked so empty— it didn’t feel homey anymore. fast forward to a few months or maybe a year later, you still weren’t really over it yet. honestly, even though gojo was annoying as shit, he fulfilled a spot in your heart nobody could.

he was arrogant, sure, but he could also be an absolute sweetheart at times— and let’s not forget the time when he spoiled you at your birthday. you felt so lucky to be his girlfriend.

maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t find anybody like gojo again. all your friends told you, ‘’girl there are so many fish in the sea’’ and all that bullshit. but, you also knew, if he was really your soulmate— he wouldn’t have cheated in the first place.

after your initial breakup, you couldn’t really care to take care of your looks, usually having messy hair and little to no makeup each day you went to work. maybe being single would be better, cause then you wouldn’t have any heartbreak anymore.

until one day that you walked out the door, deciding to walk to work, it wasn’t that far from your place anyway. you saw geto, but you noticed that he looked kind of.. sad? and he didn’t even care to put his hair up into a bun.

you stopped him in his tracks, wanting to greet him. ‘’hey geto.’’ you smile awkwardly as he glances up at you. ‘’oh. hi.’’ he says, trying to act polite.

‘’eh.. what’s up?’’ you ask him, wanting to know the reason behind his dampened mood. ‘’oh.. you haven’t heard?’’

‘’gojo died.’’ those two words felt like a truck crashing into your heart. ah.. you hated him, sure, but you didn’t exactly want him to die.

‘’huh.. when.. why?’’ you ramble, before geto interrupts you. ‘’well he died, like, a couple days ago. and why? meh.’’ geto shrugs in a nonchalant way. ‘’he died because of a mission. he was being kind of cocky— he thought he’d be able to kill sukuna.’’ you cut him off, wondering how he could’ve died— i mean. he has infinity, six eyes.. he’s basically immortal. right?‘’hold on— how?’’ ‘’hey, i don’t know either.’’

and from that day forward, you had to live with curiosity. who was that girl he was on a date with? how did he even die? but deep down, you knew you would never get an answer on any of your questions. you unblocked him, just to send one, last, message.

you, 06:03 pm: i miss you you, 06:03 pm: i’m sorry. *this contact number has been deleted, your message could not be delivered*

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