Gojo Satoru who didn’t even try to explain himself. didn’t deny it when you found out he cheated. didn’t apologize when you asked if it was true if it was her, your best friend since forever. didn’t say anything just leaned against the doorframe with that same empty smirk and said, “don’t be dramatic. you’ve got your little band, right? go cry into your guitar or whatever.” and you just looked at him. teary-eyed, silent staring at those stupid blue eyes like you were waiting for him to say “sike, its just a joke babe” like it was all a joke. but he didn’t. he just stood there. bored. like everything you did, everything you gave, meant nothing or just some bullshit like you were nothing and that’s what snapped the last string. you packed what was left of your pride, and left.
Gojo Satoru who was doing just fine without you. penthouse parties. cool friends. expensive drinks a girlfriend who knew how to pose and when to shut up. he didn’t miss you. didn’t miss your morning grumbling or the shitty coffee you made before running off to practice in those beat-up converse with your favorite artist’s autograph. didn’t care about your bruised fingers or the way you used to hum when you thought no one was listening. you were noise you left, and he didn’t chase didn’t ask where you went. didn’t care. you were just a girl with a guitar and a dream no one took seriously. always tired. always broke. always talking about your next song like it meant something. it didn’t it was easy to move on you didn’t matter.
Gojo Satoru who didn’t even notice you were really gone until everything got quiet.
no more sweet texts.
no more tagged post in every meme that u see.
no one saying your name anymore.
no more “how’s y/n?”
your band stopped posting. still playing, but barely. and never with you it was like you all just… faded not loud. not messy just gone and gojo thought it meant you gave up that the breakup destroyed you that maybe he broke something in you you couldn’t fix.
and honestly?
he didn’t care he thought you were just another person who couldn’t handle being left behind.
Gojo Satoru chokes on his drink when he sees choso’s post it’s not even a special photo just one of those blurry, random shots people throw on their story without thinking but it hits him like a punch to the throat.
naoya’s laughing with his head thrown back.
mahito’s throwing up a peace sign like always.
choso isn’t even looking at the camera.
and right in the center
you.
tucked between them, mid-laugh barefaced, glowing, hoodie slipping off one shoulder you look soft. real prettier than he remembers not because of the lighting not because of the angle because you look untouchable now like something he never really had.
gojo stares.
zooms in.
zooms out.
closes the app.
opens it again.
still there.
still you.
almost two years without a trace and now you’re just… there in a photo like nothing happened. like he didn’t destroy you. like the world kept spinning just fine without him.
he checks the caption.
“hello👋”
no context, no names, no explanation.
just enough to break the internet. just enough to remind the world you’re back without saying it.
but people know, the comments are already flooding in:
@sakdisposay: “IS THAT Y/N OR AM I HALLUCINATING”
@cheeseburger0: “oh she’s back and she’s PRETTY??? god has favorites i fear.”
@ahhdadi69: “naoya’s finally smiling again. end times confirmed.”
@mckenna_: “i KNOW that’s not who i think it is”
@ilovcats: “i’m scared. choso only posts when something’s about to explode. we are NOT safe.”
@deeznuts: “this is like when the main character comes back in season 3 after vanishing and suddenly everyone’s shook”
@njzneverdie: “blink twice if y’all kidnapped y/n and forced her to rehearse again”
@yoohhkim6: “her ex better pray she doesn’t drop a diss track lmao”
Gojo stares at the screen like it personally slapped him.
he opens the post again.
zooms in again.
on your eyes.
your smile.
the way Naoya’s shoulder is touching yours, the way Mahito is leaned toward you like you said something funny and the way Choso always puts you in the middle.
protected. like you matter.
Gojo feels it in his chest that cold, sharp twist of something real something like regret, something like too late.
and all he can think is..
you were never supposed to look this happy without him.
gojo is so toxic as a boyfriend because it gets him off. he likes to make you feel bad. the reaction that he gets from you, the glazed doe eyes, trembling bottom lip, cheeks hot from anger or embarrassment—there’s nothing sexier than that face of yours and as much as it makes gojo a piece of shit he likes to push you to that point. he does it a few ways but one of the main ones, his personal favorite, is making you jealous. he doesn’t just flirt with other women he indulges them. case in point, you’re accompanying him to a dinner party and he’s stood right in front of you while he chats it up with an heiress or something and it kills you everytime you see him chuckle at her insinuation of taking him away from you. he doesn’t stop her and you awkwardly sip from your flute of champagne while your cheeks burn. you want to turn and run but there are so many important people here tonight, doing so would cause a scene. everyone would question why a woman ran from the gojo satoru. so instead you eat it and every other horrible encounter with women that question your fashion or why gojo is with you to begin with while he stands there and indulges their trifling words. in an hour or so you find yourself back in the passenger seat of gojo’s benz. you’re quiet and he notices, he knows why, his dick is already beginning to wake up at the thought of what’s to come.
“something wrong?” he asks, starting off the conversation with an innocent question but he knows it’ll set you off.
“something wrong? something wrong??” you retort, almost as if you couldn’t believe he was even asking you. he gave you a clueless look and it made you fly off the handle.
“you just stood around for two hours letting women talk about how much better for you they are. while i’m standing right next to you!” you can already feel your body becoming warm with anger and your eyes filling with tears.
“baby, you’re overreacting, it’s just how fancy people talk—you know that” he claims and his deflection doesn’t work and you cross your arms over your chest and sigh, letting the tears fall as your asshole of a boyfriend pulls into the parking garage of your apartment building.
once he’s parked his hand takes your chin and turns your head up to face his. you looked so pretty—all dolled up in a stunning gown, hair perfect and your makeup was smeared and runny from your tears but he loved it. love you, just like this.
“you jealous baby? don’t want these women to take me away?”
you nod slowly, sniffling.
“you wanna be the only one that i love, right?”
“forever. just me and no one else” you say and he coos, pressing a kiss your forehead.
“that’s my girl.” he says and it makes your heart jump.
for a second he just looks at you, tracing your features with his fingers before using his thumb to slot open your mouth. he makes a loving sound when he slips his fingers inside and you suck them helplessly.
you’ll take anything he gives you because you just love him so much, he’s trained you to.
Cw: mentions/implied infidelity, implied sexual relations, liar Gojo, mdni.
He’s leaning against the door frame. Carefree. Oblivious that you knew. Yapping on and on about something at work, face animated as he talks shit about his coworker.
You watch. Attentively. Carefully. Every expression, every sigh and shift in your body calculated.
“— and then, he had the nerve to say I owed him one,” he raked his hands through his white hair, glossy lips coming to a pout. Like he was actually bothered. Like he almost believed the tale he was spinning.
He was a good story teller — you had to give him that. True or not, you could listen to his sweet lies all night, his smooth baritone leaving goosebumps in its wake.
You can’t help it as your eyes rake over his body. White tee straining over his lithe body, forearm veins prominent even when he’s relaxed, his grey sweats hung low on his waist.
His hair was still a little damp from his shower, hanging slightly over his eyes, blue pinning you in your place on the bed.
Fuck.
Even now, you still wanted him.
Her perfume still clung to his skin, fighting through his pine and pepper body wash he tried so desperately to scrub it away with.
“And anyways, that’s why I had to stay late tonight. Sorry, baby.” He didn’t even need to pretend to be sorry, to pretend to be genuine. He let his charm do all the heavy lifting, to apologize for him. Like he knew it’d work on you. After all, it worked on everyone else, right?
And you were supposed to be just like everyone else.
The corners of your lips tug up, eyes heavy as you clamp your thighs together.
“Don’t worry about it Satoru.” He wasn’t. “C’mere, I missed you so much.” Your voice wasn’t your own anymore, the words leaving your mouth before you could remember that he was lying.
That he was with her.
The floor creaked as he stalked over to you. Eyes narrowing over you as you spread your legs for him, like he’d gotten way with it — again.
She had to have known about you too. There was no way she couldn’t. Not with the way that sweet scent of vanilla clung to his skin. Like she doused herself in fragrance for you to smell.
Marking her territory.
“I missed you too angel.” He closed in, body enveloping yours as you let him swallow you whole.
You let yourself believe his words, smiling up at him sweetly has he pulled his lips away from yours, eyes batting at him before he bit his way down your jaw and neck, sure to leave a mark of his own on you.
Your eyes roll back as his teeth scrape lower, back arching off the bed, biting your lip to stop from grinning.
After all, you sprayed on some extra perfume too…
I haven’t wrote anything in a while, but I’m drunk and was listening to Britney Spears and this happened, so whatever. Also, my dad died so you can’t be mean to me.
toxic!gojo is the type to want you allllll to himself, but would never wanna make it official. He’d get so so jealous if you dared to mention another man, or step away from him at an event. Oh, and don’t even think about leaving him, he’d probably text u from unknown numbers asking you how you’ve been and to pleaseeee take him back.
I decided to go ahead and combine your ask with this one, i hope thats ok!! but YES I was so excited to do this. something about expoloring Gojos toxic side is just so good to me, so thank you for the request! I went with a gn reader as well
And so, without any further ado, I present you
Sooner or Later
Gojo was many things. A shaman, a friend, a father, an asshole. But before he was any of those things, he was an idiot. Especially when it came to his emotions. So, when he first started to develop feelings for you, he tried his hardest to push them down. Ya’ll had a good friendship going, why try and fuck that up now? In theory, it would be easy. All he had to do was ignore your smile, and the way you walked. How you commanded attention everywhere you went. How your voice sounded like music to him, and the way that your nose crinkled ever so cutely when you laughed.
Fuck. He was so screwed. Screwed and in love. But, it was fine. His plan was to ignore the crush, and he was going to stick to the plan. And it was easy enough to do honestly. For the most part, you only really talked to Shoko and your students. No one that Gojo would consider a threat. And besides, he made it clear that you were his. He would give you his jackets at any opportunity (“you look cold y/n, here. Put this on”). He would go out of his way to be around you and hug you as much as possible. He knew he had done a good job at staking his claim when Principal Yaga asked him if you two were together. He was honest, of course, but still. It was nice to know all things were going to plan.
Or at least, they were going to plan. That was until Nanami fucking Kento decided to ignore all form of bro code. Satoru could still remember the day he walked into your office to find him there. Nanami said he was just helping you with a computer issue. Gojo knew better though. He saw the way that he leaned in a little more than he needed too, and how he lingered by you just a little longer than necessary. Satoru wasn’t stupid and Nanami wasnt slick.
Gojo felt his blood start to boil. the sick slimy feeling of hate take hold in his chest. He almost felt sick. “Is this why it's called green with envy?” he thought to himself. You didn't even notice him walk in. He loudly cleared his throat, causing you both to look up. You smiled at him. “Oh, hey ‘Toru!” you waved. Gojo smirked to himself. You didn't smile at Nanami like that. “Hey Angel, whatcha doin?” He asked as he walked over to you. “Nanami is helping me with my computer!” you said, giving Nanami the same smile. He returned it. Gojo felt sick again. “I couldn’t have figured this out without him, really.” you chuckled a bit.
Nanami waved his hand. “Oh, I’m sure you could have gotten it Y/n. But, I’m happy to help.” he smiled at you. Gojo felt his friendly smile start to falter. Who the fuck did Nanami think he was smiling at you like that? “Oh, how nice of him.” Gojo grumbled before regaining his composure. He replaced his smile. “Anyway, you ready for lunch Y/n? I figured we’d go to that ramen place you like today.” He said, helping you out of your desk chair. “OH, that sounds awesome!” you said as you grabbed your bag, “can Nanami come? As a thank you for helping me.” No. Absolutely not. “Ah, come on angel, I’m sure he already has lunch plans, a-”
“I actually don’t.” Nanami smiled. “I could eat. Where are we going?” Gojo realized he was literally biting his tongue to keep himself from hurting his fellow shaman. “Oh, you know that ramen shop over on 3rd street? Its to good, I-” you cut yourself off when you felt Satoru put his arm around you. You looked up at him to see him smiling. “Yea, Y/n and I discovered it awhile ago.” he said, holding you a little tighter than you’re used to. “We go there all the time together. It’s kind of our place, ya know?” he said, his smile never faltering as he made sure to emphasize that you two were together, be it official or not.
“Sounds great.” Nanami shrugged, unbothered by the six eyed users thinly veiled jealousy. “I can't wait to try it. I’m sure it’s great if Y/n recommended it.” he said. “Oh, it so is!” you gushed, somehow oblivious to the war going on right in front of you. “Yea, it’s great, you should go sometime. But, it’s kinda tradition at this point for me and Y/n to go alone.” Gojo said, his annoyance becoming more and more apparent. “‘Toru, you’re hurting me.” you whispered to Gojo, wiggling out of his grasp. Shit, he didn't even realize that his grip had gotten that tight. “Oh, I’m sorry Angel.” he whispered back, great, now Nanami had made him hurt you. He was going to kill him. “It’s fine,” you smiled, “Let’s just go get lunch. Ready to go Nanami?”
Lunch was awkward to say the least, not that Gojo thought you noticed. You were sweet in your oblivion, trying to get your friends to get along. It endeared you to Gojo even more, the way you blatantly refused to even acknowledge their squabble. It made it all the worse when you would lean into Nanami to hear him talk, or when you would laugh just a little too hard at his jokes, or how you didn’t move his hand when it found its way to your shoulder. It left Satoru with an unbearable pit in his stomach.
Did you like Nanami? Surely not, right? You were made to be his. His, and no one else's. This was fucking horrid. “Oh shit, I gotta take this.” you said, looking at your ringing phone. “It’s the principal. Probably wondering where my lesson plan is.” you sighed, getting up and stepping outside to take the call. Perfect. “Hey man, what’s your deal?” Gojo asked, skipping the pleasantries. “My deal?” Nanami scoffed, “You’re the one acting like a petulant child.” Satoru ignored him. “You do understand that Y/n is mine right? I’m pretty sure I made that abundantly clear.” Gojo hissed, his temper finally getting the better of him.
“Yours?” Nanami chuckled. “You do realize Y/n is their own person right? News flash Satoru, you and Y/n aren’t dating-” “Yet.” Gojo cut him off. “We aren’t dating yet. We’re going to be together soon though.” you were made to be his. Nanami laughed again. “Right, “yet” or whatever. Well, if you want to make it official, you should do it quick. Because you’re not the only one with eyes for Y/n. And if you won’t make a move on them, I will.” Nanami threatened, finishing his drink as you returned to the table.
“Hey guys, I gotta head back. Yaga is going to have the whole farm if I don’t get my lesson plan in before the end of the day.” you sighed. “No problem.” Gojo said quickly, putting his card down to pay the whole tab. “I’ll walk you back.” “I will too.” Nanami smiled. If looks could kill, the one Gojo gave would have instantly put Nanami in the dirt. “Awesome!” you smiled, “I’ll wait for you guys outside.” “Cool, hey Angel, what are you doing after work today?” Gojo asked, feeling Nanami return his killer look. “Oh? Uh, nothing I think, why?” you asked, “You should come to my house.” Satoru smiled sweetly at you. “It’s been awhile since we had a movie night, ya know?” you thought about it for a second, then smiled and shrugged. “Eh, it's Friday night. Why not!”
“Thanks for inviting me over Satoru” you smiled at him as he took your jacket, “I’ve been really stressed lately. I could use the hang out” He chuckled in response and hung up your coat. “I can tell. But, uh..I actually really wanted to talk to you about something.” Gojo muttered, turning to you almost shyly. This piqued your curiosity. Satoru Gojo was never shy. About anything. “Do you like Nanami Y/n? As in, romantically?” he asked, looking you in your eyes. His eyes were almost..sad. Wet with the fear of losing you, and something darker just under the surface. Something that would explode if you answered this question wrong.
“Romantically? No.” you said, ignoring that darkness in his eyes. “Nanami is a great friend, but I don’t think we’re compatible beyond tha-” Satoru cut you off with a kiss, pulling you to him by your hips. You panicked for a second, wide eyes and blushy. But, as he moved his hand to your lower back, and slowly worked your lips open, you melted into him. You closed your eyes and happily reciprocated the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He, almost reluctantly, pulled away, smiling as he saw you try to catch your breath. “I like you Y/n. Romantically.” he purred to you, giving you half lidded puppy eyes. “OH, no shit?!” you scoffed laughing, “After that kiss? You like me?! Romantically?! I never would have guessed.” you scoffed, your voice dripping in sarcasm. Gojo laughed. “Don't make me kiss you again.” “Is that supposed to be a threat?” you teased. He smiled at you. “So we're together now, right?” He asked. You smiled back softly and nodded. “Yea. I mean, I guess it was always going to happen sooner or later.”
I think I'm really enjoying this event😂 And I forgot to mention last time that yup, I'm 19.
Summary : Your ex boyfriend and college bully Gojo gets jealous of your new boyfriend..word count 2k. Oneshot work. Gojo is a menace as usual.
A/N: NSFW so minors do not interact!!!Use of cuss words and foul language. Toxic gojo is hot! I said what I said! You can send request here.
Warning : bullying and stalking and yandere behaviour.
You had dated gojo for almost a year. It was one of the teen movie romances where the nerdy girl falls for the college bully. All your friends warned you about him but you only looked at him through rose tinted glasses. You always argued in his favour that he was "different" and "misunderstood". This was great in the beginning, you would go to classes together, sit together for lunch and even hangout on the weekends. But he never really acknowledged you as his girlfriend. You were always “his girl” but never his girlfriend. But at one of the parties at his place when he introduced you as his friend in front of a new girl, this was the last straw for you. You left that party immediately and he didn’t follow. He didn’t even bother texting you. You blocked him on every social media and deleted his contact. You started avoiding him in class as well. You saw him in the hallways with the new girl by his side and how she clung to his arm, it stung but you decided to not let it affect your life. You started going out with your friends and that’s how you met Ken. He was in a different major in the same college. He was also in the basketball team along with Gojo. You started hanging out with him a lot and when he asked you out on a date, you said yes.
Gojo tried calling you multiple times after that party but none of his calls went through. It took him five days to come to his senses and realise what he had done. He thought he would be fine with you gone from his life. He was always the one to move on first, he was always the one to call it off so why was this bothering him now? He noticed how you barely looked at him, avoided him like a plague and how you turned around every time you saw him with Riko. He also noticed the new guy you’ve been hanging out with. Gojo knew him, he was one of the extras on the basketball team. Always trying to make it to the main team but just didn’t have the talent. All of it bothered him. He thought he had it under control but when he saw you wearing Ken’s basketball jersey during one of the games is when he lost all patience he had. He couldn’t focus on the match at all, he kept on looking towards how you’d lean in to talk to him, how his hand rested on your thigh. It almost cost him the match. Gojo always got what he wanted and he was going to get you.
It started with small things like him not replying to your messages and calls, he would ask you to meet him at a cafe and then he wouldn’t show up there. He would forget to call you or text you like he did every morning. He didn’t even walk you to class anymore because suddenly your schedules were clashing. When you were together he was always on his phone. Suddenly he had basketball practice every day! It was bothering you. You tried confronting him but he always dismissed you by saying I was just busy. You started getting messages from unknown numbers about how Ken was cheating on you, you called the number multiple times but no one answered. You also started finding random notes on your desk and everytime it said the same thing "you're mine". It was starting to to get to your head, you asked around if someone saw anything but everyone denied seeing anything. Girls who made fun of you suddenly had their lockers filled with trash, their assignments went missing.. it seemed like someone secretly was keeping a check on you.. when you had really busy schedule you'd find energy drink on your desk with a note saying "take care of yourself".. you had to know who was behind all this..
Geto walked with his arm around Ken’s shoulder. Ken who was always ignored by this popular group suddenly felt included and was trying so hard to fit in. “So Ken.. you know you did really well on the last practice game. I was impressed”.
“Oh.. thank you”. Geto guided him to a parking lot and lit a cigarette leaning against the concrete wall. “Yeah even Satoru agrees that you should be on the main team”. Few other players from the team came around the corner and were standing behind Ken now. “But you see he is also very upset with you..”. Ken was confused. Did he do something wrong? Then he remembered.. you. “But all that is in the past so it doesn’t count. All you need to do now is show us that you are one of us..”. “What do you mean”..Geto nudged his head in the direction where Riko was standing “Kiss her.That simple”. Ken did not want to do it, but he knew he had to make it to the main team. Afterall you guys have been together for barely two months, it means nothing compared to all the hard work he put into his game. So he walked towards Riko who stood smiling at him and kissed her. Everyone around him started cheering and this gave him confidence to deepen the Kiss. It was only when he broke the kiss he saw you, standing on the side, eyes filled with tears and hurt.
You saw everything, how he walked towards Riko and pulled her into a kiss, Was he cheating on you with her all this time? You turned around and started walking towards your car when you got a message notification. It was from the same unknown number that told you Ken was cheating on you and asked you to see it for yourself. The message read : Meet me, locker room. You ran towards the basketball court to see who this stranger was. You entered the court to find it empty. You walked carefully towards the locker room looking around to see someone. You stepped inside the room and it seemed empty as well. Tall lockers stretched in parallel lines with benches in between on both sides of the door, you got another message, Hot. You knew it meant that you were close. You turned to your right and started walking, trying to to see anyone. You got another message : Cold. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. You were going the wrong way. You crossed the door and took each step carefully. You passed the first row of lockers. Message : Hot. You passed another row of lockers. Message : Hot. You were almost at the end of the room.
You walked slowly and turned to face the man sitting on the bench between two rows of lockers. He looked up at you over his sunglasses and you saw the feral look in his blue eyes. “Hot”. Gojo said before removing his sunglasses and leaning back on his palms. “What… are you the one who sent me those messages?”. Gojo smirked at you. He had you right where he wanted you. His plan of constantly keeping Ken busy and involved in the most random activity to put a wedge between you two and finally making him kiss Riko had worked. You were here now. “Hi y/n”.
Before you could walk away he reached forward and pulled you towards him. You stood in front of him, his hands had an iron grip on your waist. “Satoru, what are you doing?”. Gojo didn’t reply, instead he ran his hands along your body, playing with the hem of your dress. You gripped his wrist but he only kissed your knuckles in return. “I want you y/n. I need you. You don’t belong with a loser like him who’d cheat on you..Let me show you what you deserve y/n”. He said as one of his hands slipped under your dress and was running circles on your thigh. You could feel your heart race as one of his fingers hooked under your underwear and pulled it down. “Be good for me ”. He said before pulling you on his lap and crashing his lips on yours. You didn’t kiss him initially but when he pressed you down on him you couldn’t hold back anymore. You missed this too. Your lips moved in sync. Gojo moaned when you rolled your hips on his hard on and slipped his tongue in your mouth. His one hand snaked between both of you and started rubbing circles on your clit. You bit your lip trying to hold the moan. “Don’t.. no one’s going to come here. Let me hear you please”. You moaned loudly as he pressed his finger to your clit. “Satoru I’m so.. close”. Gojo smirked at you and slipped one of his fingers inside your cunt. “Fuck ..you’re so wet..all for me..right y/n?”. He said between pants. You looked him in the eyes as you nodded. “Yes..”. Gojo could have come undone right then and there. He added another finger and increased his pace. The coil in your stomach threatening to break now..”I’m gonna cum..”.. “Do it..cum for me y/n”. Your whole body shuddered as you came on his fingers. Gojo got up and placed you on the bench as he undid his pants, releasing his aching cock. He lifted you up by your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. He pushed you against one of the lockers and rubbed his cock along your folds making you both moan together. He pushed in gently, wanting to feel every ridge inside you.”Fuck you’re so tight..so fucking tight..guess he didn’t fuck you hard enough..”..You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re mine y/n”. You kept your eyes closed as you leaned your head behind. He pulled out half way before slamming inside you making you open your eyes and look at him… “Say it y/n.. tell me you’re mine..”. “Are you mine Gojo Satoru?”. You asked him instead. He smiled at you as he picked up the pace of thrusting inside you. “I’m all yours y/n..fuck...all fucking yours..fuck..all yours..”. He groaned between each thrust.You pulled him into a kiss and took his bottom lip between your teeth as you smirked a little at him”Then I’m all yours too”. This made his cock twitch inside you and he picked up his pace, thrusting hard and fast inside you. The room was filled with the noise of his balls slapping against you and your moans. “Fffuck I’m gonna cum again… You said as you pulled him closer to you..”. Gojo groaned against you..”Me too.. where do you..fuck where do you want it?”. You held onto his shoulders for your life. ”Inside ‘toru”. “aah.. fuck you’re gonne be the end of me y/n..cum with me baby..fuck show me how good you are for me..ypu’re mine ..all mine.”. You both came together and you came hard. Gojo pulled out and gently put you on the bench.
You closed your eyes leaning back on your palm trying to catch your breath and make sense of what just happened .You were still in the post sex daze when you felt his hand on your thigh. You opened your eyes and saw Gojo kneeling in front of you on the ground with a damp cloth in his hand. “May I?”. He asked with a smirk. You simply rolled your eyes at him. He cleaned you, holding your leg gently in his hand. He saw the cum spill out of you as he gently pressed the cloth on it and it made him want to fuck it into you again. “It was all you wasn’t it?”. You asked, looking at him. “So what if it was me. You told me you are mine. NO take backs”. You chuckled at him. You leaned forward towards him, “I am serious Satoru..Fuck this up and I won’t ever -”. Gojo interrupted you with a kiss, this kiss was gentle. His lips ghosting over yours,”I won’t fuck this up. I promise”. He said as he helped you put on your underwear. He pulled you up by your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you into his chest. “By the way, did you see whose locker it was?”. You turned around to see the tag “KEN-15” written on it. Only Gojo could be this childish. You looked down at the discarded cloth on the ground and you could make out the number 15 on the back. You turned towards Gojo who understood what you were about to ask, He rubbed the apple of your cheeks “He deserved it for trying to take what’s mine”.
