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when you finally come back to your senses you look at him confused, then you look down to see a biggg biggggg problem.. he’s hard again, harder than how he was the first time actually

You loved Gojo’s perfectly sculpted body, his firm biceps will never fail to make you feel tingly inside.

You felt practically blessed to have a man who looked like he was carved out of marble by the gods themselves.

What was driving you crazy, though, was his schedule.

Lately, your feed had been taken over by that adorable tiktok trend where girls used their boyfriend’s massive biceps as a plate, eating something right off their arms.

You wanted so badly to try it with him, but Gojo was always out on missions, constantly running around. Even when he finally made it home, he looked so drained that you couldn’t bring yourself to bother him with a childish video you found in tiktok.

It devastated you, but you refused to be a burden while he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Except Gojo noticed.

He always knew when something was weighing on you.

You were lying on your back in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone just to tire your eyes out enough to sleep, when the bed dipped beside you.

Gojo laid down right beside you, pulling you against his chest with his long, solid arms wrapped around your waist until there wasn’t a single millimeter of space left between you.

“Hey, baby... you good?” he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Tell me, please. I can tell something’s bothering you.”

You pouted, unable to resist the soft warmth of his voice.

“I just...”

“Mhm..”

“Well...”

you hesitated for a bit.

“I really wanna do this tiktok trend with you, and…”

A soft snicker broke through the quiet of the bedroom.

“Hey! Stop laughing, this is serious!” you huffed, turning around to glare at him.

Gojo looked down at you with pure adoration, eyes crinkling at the corners as he forced a serious face. “Right, right— Ahem.. veryy serious.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up, and you pulled up the saved video to show him. He leaned in, taking in the clip before looking up at you with a broad, playful grin.

“So this is what had my girl pouting all day? Hm.. simple enough.”

“Let's get some sushi” he whispered gently, his arms still held tight around your waist as his thumb gave your hip a soft, comforting brush.

Once the food arrived, Gojo set up your phone on the bedside table, perfectly angled. He rested his forearm flat on the bed, flexing his massive bicep.

You carefully placed a piece of sushi right on top of his skin, holding the tiny bowl of soy sauce ready in your hand.

“Alright, lemme know when to start, ‘kay?” he teased, hovering his hand near the record button.

“Okay, go!”

The audio started playing, and you stubbornly drenched the sushi in soy sauce before popping the whole thing into your mouth. Soy sauce dripped down the side of his arm, and refusing to let it ruin the shot (or go to waste) you leaned down and licked the dark trail clean off his bare skin.

Gojo’s breath hitched, his length slightly twitching against his pants as he watched your tongue trace the cut of his muscle. He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t instantly turn him on.

Before the camera timer could even run out, his heavy, warm hand shot out, cupping the back of your neck firmly. In a single, fluid pull, he hauled you close and dragged your lips to his.

His mouth claimed yours, his tongue sliding deep past your parted lips to lap up the lingering taste of soy sauce off yours.

The video finished recording and looped endlessly in the background, but the glow of the screen completely faded from your mind as the sheer heat of his body consumed you. With a low hum, his free hand slowly slid down your stomach, his fingers trailing agonizingly close to your core, teasing the warm fabric of your clothes without quite touching where you needed him most.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were gasping for air.

With his free hand, Gojo reached over your phone and turned it off, plunging the room into dark, thick silence. The only sound left was the frantic, uneven rhythm of your breathing as you stared up at him, completely breathless.

His thumb pressed lightly against your pulse point at the side of your neck, feeling your heart hammering wildly against his skin.

“We’ll post the video tomorrow,” he purred, “I missed your touch… just focus on me for now m’kay?”

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"No!" you huffed, tilting your chin up without even looking at him. "I'm not moving inside just because you told me to. You don't own me!"

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed from his chest, a sound that usually made the rest of the world shake in terror.

In a single, fluid blur of movement, the shadow of his massive frame washed over you. Before you could even react, a heavy, clawed hand cupped the back of your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against your pulse point.

"Is that so?" sukuna’s voice rasped against your ear, hot breath fanning across your skin as he leaned down, trapping you against his chest. "a tiny thing like you, telling me no?"

"Let go, you giant brute," you muttered, trying to pull away, but your stubbornness only made his grin widen.

"mhm.."

His lower pair of eyes were watching the blush creep up your neck. He didn't tighten his grip, but his touch was possessively firm, a subtle reminder of the terrifying power held behind every touch.

With a effortless pull, he hauled you directly onto his lap so you were sitting facing him, straddling his thighs as his thick arm wrapped around your waist to anchor you flush against his chest. You let out a soft gasp, your hands instinctively dropping onto his broad shoulders for support.

"So brave when you're within arm's reach," he purred, his lips brushing against yours with every word, teasing you. "Tell me again how you're not going to listen to me, princess."

You tried to hold your stern, bratty expression, but the sheer warmth of his body and the intimate closeness made your pulse race, completely ruining your tough act.

Sukuna smirked against your mouth, "That's what I thought," he murmured, before finally closing the distance to kiss you deeply.

His lips claimed yours with a slow, heavy intensity that instantly stole the breath right out of your lungs.

The hand at the back of your neck tangled gently into your hair, holding you perfectly still, pressing you flush against the solid heat of his chest.

When he finally pulled back just a fraction, his thumb softly traced the curve of your bottom lip while your breathing stayed uneven and flushed.

He had to admit to himself that there was something wildly entertaining and almost addictive about the way you treated him, and he loved every single second of it.

Above all, he enjoyed the late hours of the night, when he could take his time putting you in your place and reminding you exactly who was in charge.

Gifting was something toji had never understood. To him, it had always felt like a complete waste of time and money—two things he rarely had to spare.

That was, until you came along.

When he finally found himself with someone like you, his entire perspective quietly shifted. He found himself lying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face as he imagined your expression, how happy and giddy you’d look if he gave you something you’d been eyeing for a long time. The thought alone gave him an unfamiliar surge of excitement.

There was just one problem... he was a terrible gifter.

He had zero experience with this kind of thing, and for the first time in his life, anxiety actually managed to creep in.

What if you didn't like it? What if you thought it was cheap?

What you didn't realize was that toji noticed everything. Every tiny glance you gave to a shop window, every item you picked up and lingered over, every cute thing you cooed at on your phone screen. He always acted like he wasn't paying attention, but secretly, he was committing every little detail to memory.

Pulling it off meant doing something toji almost never did by exercising a shocking amount of restraint.

For months, he aggressively held himself back from gambling, stopped buying random junk, and quit ordering takeaway. You had definitely noticed the shift, he was suddenly staying home, buying basic groceries, and cooking meals instead of spending recklessly. You knew something was off, but whenever you brought it up, he just brushed it off with a lazy shrug.

One night, as you slept peacefully beside him, toji lay awake, staring at your sleeping face.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath.

You were so pretty it was ridiculous. And that was all the motivation he needed, a beauty like you deserved nothing less than the absolute best.

The next morning, toji woke up before the sun. He went straight out to buy the bag (the exact one you’d been admiring for months) along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He even sat down and awkwardly penned a handwritten card, spelling out the raw, honest feelings he usually kept locked away.

When you woke up, feeling groggy and preparing to start your usual morning routine, you felt a slight weight resting over your legs. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you blinked at the sight in front of you...

a sleek white box, beautifully wrapped in ribbon of your favorite color, sat right there on the bed.

You gasped, your head snapping up. "toji?!"

Looking over, you found him lying sideways next to you, resting his chin lazily in the palm of his hand. A characteristic, smug smirk played on his lips.

"G'morning, princess."

"Wha—what is this?"

"Open it and find out," he murmured, his dark eyes fixed on you, eager to catch every second of your reaction.

Carefully untying the ribbon and pulling open the box, tears immediately welled up in your eyes. It was the bag. And next to it, the flowers. Suddenly, every single piece of the puzzle fell into place.. his sudden frugality, the skipped nights out, the quiet home cooked meals.

Overwhelmed by how much thought and effort he had put into this just for you, you burst into tears and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Babe... sniff ...you really shouldn't have!"

Toji let out a low, soft chuckle, his arms wrapping easily around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your warmth.

"Yeah, well... got tired of seeing you just look at it," he rasped, his voice rough with morning sleep, though his tone was unusually gentle. "Besides, you're mine. If anyone's gonna spoil you, it's gonna be me. Don't go crying over it now, baby."

"Thank... thank you!" you sobbed softly, tightening your embrace.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into his eyes and closed the remaining distance between you. You kissed him deeply, lingering against his lips, breathless praises spilling from your mouth every time you pulled away—thanking him, telling him how much you loved it, how much you loved him.