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The evidence was clear. Gojo sat on a couch in the living area of your shared apartment, despite it being past midnight. There was no way in hell Gojo would be able to fall asleep right now.

About five minutes ago, Gojo had received a text message from an anonymous number. Inside was an attachment.

Upon opening the attachment, your boyfriend was graciously greeted with a photo of you outside of a club.

You were wearing your favorite black sequin mini skirt with the boots Gojo had bought you for a concert the two of you had enjoyed together.

Your hands were tangled up in another man’s hair as you kissed him. You were shamelessly kissing a man on the sidewalk for everyone to see.

Gojo’s face twisted with anger as he saw the way the man was feeling you up. One of his hands cupped your face while the other rested comfortably on your ass. What a fucking asshole. He had absolutely no shame kissing another man’s girlfriend.

Gojo wasn’t used to this feeling. With the amount of responsibility he took on in his work life, your boyfriend was always confident he knew what to do. His ego was often off the charts. Could you blame him? Everyone treated him like a god. Maybe that was a part of the reason why this had hurt him so bad. For the first time in a long time, Gojo didn’t know what to do.

The two of you had been high school sweethearts. Gojo loved and cherished you more than anything in this world. In fact, he loved you so much that he had a diamond ring in the bottom drawer of his dresser, waiting for the right moment to ask you to marry him. The only reason he hadn’t done it yet was because he wanted it to be perfect for you.

And what did he get in return? The thoughtful gift of your infidelity.

No matter how bad Gojo didn’t want this to be real, he couldn’t kid himself. There was no denying the photo was real. Satoru’s head began to swarm with questions.

Why? Is it me? Does she not love me?

He considered not even bringing it up for a second. Gojo knew cheating wasn’t okay. But leaving you for it? He didn’t know if he had that in him. Nothing could make Satoru Gojo stop loving you. When he loved, he loved hard.

So hard that he still cherished his high school best friend Geto despite him killing hundreds of people.

Gojo never understood how people could just fall out of love. That wasn’t a thing he did.

Your boyfriend snapped out of his thoughts after hearing the front door creak open. He stood up as you walked inside with a smile on your face. You bid one of your friends goodbye at the door and thanked her for driving you home.

A faint smell of alcohol lingered on you. Gojo could smell it clearly.

You locked the door behind you, setting down your purse and stepping inside.

Your gaze drifted up to Gojo and his conflicted face. Obviously, you had no idea what he knew. You figured he was just scolding you for being home so late again.

A scolding from your boyfriend didn’t seem too enticing at the moment. Due to this, you decided to ignore Gojo and started making your way towards the staircase.

Gojo stepped in front of you suddenly, a heartbroken look in your eyes.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why are you pouting like that?” You asked him. Your voice was raspy from the fun night at the club. Hours of screaming and singing your heart out.

“Explain this.”

Gojo stuck his phone near your face, showing you the picture that he had been sent. The undeniable truth.

You didn’t say anything to him. You simply looked at his face. Gojo looked like he was clinging onto any and every hope of this being fake.

“It’s real,” you admitted.

You had kissed another man. Maybe you even hoped for a little more. Why? Well, because Gojo had been neglecting you lately.

He hadn’t meant to, of course. But that didn’t change anything. Gojo had been busy with work. As a result of his work stress, he’d become very emotionally isolated. Your husband didn’t open up to you or have sex with you. You felt like you were just.. there.

After being raised to be a weapon his whole life, it wasn’t a surprise Gojo kept to himself about his troubles or feelings. That was just who he was, never wanting to make others responsible for his burdens.

You hadn’t gone out with the intent to cheat. The goal had been to just vent to your friends over a few drinks. Turns out you get kinda vulnerable a few drinks in. The idea of a man who’d actually value being passionate with you sounded amazing in the moment. You’d gotten carried away without realizing it.

Thankfully, you’d returned to your senses before anything beyond kissing happened. Regardless of any reasoning, cheating felt inexcusable.

You never thought Gojo would find out. You’d imagined it just being a silly mistake that you could move on from.

Gojo’s heart sunk. He was angry. And shocked. And heartbroken. And afraid.

Suddenly, guilt felt as if it was eating you alive. When you’d kissed the man, you figured maybe it was like payback for his neglect. Looking back, however, made you realize that you had just been a shitty girlfriend. There wasn’t any defending yourself. You had fucked up.

“And you just.. that’s it? There’s no.. excuse? No apology?” Gojo stuttered, in utter loss.

He lowered the phone from your face, his arms falling to his sides in defeat.

You shrugged in reply, knowing that it was over. Maybe it was for the best and you’d find a guy who was actually emotionally available after breaking up with Gojo.

You stared down at the floor, unable to meet the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face.

Then, Gojo did the most unexpected thing. He got down on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at the usually so cocky and confident 6’3 man you’d been dating.

Gojo’s gaze was soft, his eyes slightly watery.

“Please..” he began. “Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. What can I do? Just please.. don’t go,” your boyfriend pleaded to you.

“You can.. fuck, you can sleep with as many guys as you want. Just come home to me. I’m fucking begging you..”

Gojo squeezed your hand gently.

“I can’t handle it. You can’t leave. Not like-” Gojo cut himself off, swallowing.

He had never quite recovered from the loss of his best friend.

It was pathetic how he was absolutely begging you right now. But you weren’t heartless.

You kneeled down beside Gojo, seeing that he was fighting off tears. Gojo moved your hand to cut his face, muttering “please” under his breath once more.

“What do you need from me? What did I do wrong? Was it work? I’m sorry I’ve been busy.”

Gojo was wracking his mind for anything he could have possibly done wrong for you to betray him this way.

The emotional neglect had been awful lately. You reminisced on the better times with your boyfriend, the times he was good to you. It only made you feel worse. Gojo was a good man who treated you right majority of the time.

Seeing Gojo so destroyed this way was too much. It was impossible to stay angry at his emotional neglect towards you. You knew that he wouldn’t ever try and hurt you on purpose.

“I’ll stay,” you whispered in reply. “I- I’m sorry. I.. I shouldn’t have. I messed up. There’s no excuse for that but.. I won’t go, if that’s what you want.” It was hard for you to apologize without sounding like you were making excuses.

Gojo looked up at you, his tears finally falling. You had no idea how much your apology meant to him. It meant you still cared for him and his heart that was too big for his own good.

He pulled you into a big hug, clinging onto you like you’d disappear if he let go.

“Thank you..” he cried into your shirt.

At the end of the day, Satoru Gojo was just a lonely boy who wanted to be loved for more than his strength.

Who would even cheat on Gojo?

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“I’m exhausted,” you muttered under your breath, the steaming hot water melting away the tension rooted deeply into your body.

Gojo stood behind you, emulsifying shampoo in his wet palms as he prepared to wash your hair for you.

Tonight, you’d returned home from a stressful mission that had lasted a few days. During the mission, things had happened that were out of your control. People had gotten hurt. It was all weighing quite heavily on you. The thought of it all was enough to make you sick.

Regardless, you tried to focus and stay present in the current moment.

“Mh..” you hummed, your eyes fluttered closed as your head tilted back slightly, leaning into his touch.

Gojo massaged the shampoo into your scalp. With the stress of the mission, you hadn’t washed your hair in a few days. Gojo didn’t seem to mind though. He worked diligently to wash any remaining dirt, oil, or sweat from your hair.

“Feels nice..” you breathed out, feeling your tense shoulders fall comfortably at your sides. You truly did appreciate Gojo doing this for you. It always felt good to be taken care of.

“Good,” Gojo replied. His touch was so gentle for a man who was so powerful. Gojo never felt as if doing this for you was a burden. In his head, taking care of you was a privilege. He loved doing it whenever he could, especially when it came to helping you shower.

Long showers after stressful days were routine for the two of you. It was the best way for you to wind down and wash away any lingering worries.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Gojo warned you before carefully rinsing the shampoo from your hair. He double washed it, of course. Gojo knew how you liked things by now.

After washing your hair, Gojo squeezed your body wash into his palms. The sweet smell of vanilla filled the steamy shower.

Gojo worked his way up your body. Your breath shuddered at the feelings of his hands on your skin. He started with your legs. Then your stomach. Then your chest.

His touch wasn’t sexual. He touched you with no intention in mind but pure care and innocent intimacy. It was refreshing to have a man gaze at your body with admiration rather than hunger for once.

It felt so good you forgot about everything else troubling you for the moment.

You were snapped back into reality by the quiet sound of your boyfriend’s voice. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, willing to lend an ear.

If you did tell him, you knew Gojo would understand. He always did.

You clicked your tongue, thinking for a moment. “Honestly I.. I’d rather not,” you shook your head. Reliving what had happened felt like an absolute nightmare for you right now.

Gojo didn’t push. He never did. He simply nodded, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. His hands worked on your shoulders, massaging them with the perfect amount of pressure. His touch felt better than any massage in the world.

Then without warning, Gojo slid his hands down your body, tickling your sides.

You squirmed, nearly slipping. He made sure you didn’t fall, catching you in his muscular arms.

“Gojo!” You couldn’t help but laugh, smacking his arm playfully.

Your boyfriend had the dumbest fucking smirk on his face as he hugged you, pressing your back against his chest and his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Gojo chuckled. He’d stayed normal and serious for long enough. The struggle was real.

You rolled your eyes. There was no way you could stay angry at Gojo. It was quite literally impossible to do so.

“I’m ready for bed,” you sighed, turning your head slightly to look back at Gojo.

He caught your lips in a quick kiss, turning the water off.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he agreed, stepping out of the shower after you. “Or.. not?” He suggested with a wink, raising his brows up and down.

“You wish,” you scoffed, shutting him down. You elbowed his chest gently, resulting in a small wince from him. Gojo rubbed the spot where you had hit him, pretending like you’d actually wounded him.

“Worth a shot,” he shrugged, still smiling like an absolute dumbass.

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The results were undeniable. Around fifteen minutes ago, you had taken a pregnancy test.

You’d only taken it because your period was later than usual, and you wanted to know why. Never did you expect two bright pink lines to be staring back at you.

The past ten minutes, you’d been pacing around the bathroom, running your hands anxiously through your hair.

You and Gojo had been married for nearly two years now. Life was great. The two of you were deeply in love and felt unbreakable.

What would he think? Would Gojo want to become a father?

This was absolutely terrifying.

Currently, your husband wasn’t home. He was still at work, but he’d likely be home at any second now. You held your head in your hands, muttering curses under your breath.

A baby would change everything. Having Gojo’s child would put a big red target on your back.

Was being a mother even something you wanted?

You gasped at the sound of the front door opening from downstairs.

“Sweetie? I’m home!” Gojo called out after not seeing you in the living room to greet him like usual.

With trembling hands, you scooped the pregnancy test off of the counter and looked at your face in the mirror.

A hand reached up to fix your hair and make you look put together. You even practiced a smile.

After a couple minutes of hyping yourself up, you finally left the bathroom. You had tucked the pregnancy test in your back pocket so Gojo wouldn’t see it right away.

The steps creaked under your weight as you slowly descended down the staircase, returning to the main floor of the house.

Gojo smiled the second he saw you. He was already plopped down on the couch in your living room. You saw that he was also still dressed in his uniform, rocking his signature blindfold along with it.

“I stopped by the new bakery that opened in Tokyo and bought a bunch of sweets for us to try,” Gojo told you. That man had an insane sweet tooth.

“At this hour?” You replied, taking another couple of steps forward.

Gojo shrugged in confusion as if the time didn’t even matter. In his world, it was never too late for sweets.

You bit your bottom lip, shifting your weight on your feet. All of it was you attempting to build up the courage to spoil the news to him. It was horrifying to you for whatever reason.

Before you could get any words out, Gojo saw the obviously troubled expression on your face. He was always good at reading people. It actually got annoying sometimes.

You noticed the shift in his playful demeanor when he realized you had something on your mind.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

You opened your mouth to speak, yet again, nothing managed to come out.

Gojo was patient, waiting for you to say what you needed to say.

You realized that you were starting to tear up without meaning to. This whole thing was a fucking nightmare. The two of you hadn’t even spoken about having children!

You snatched the test from your back pocket abruptly. Wimping out wasn’t an option right now. It was either now or never.

“I’m pregnant,” you announced quickly in an attempt to just rip off the bandaid.

Unsteady hands held the test in front of your husband, nervously awaiting his reaction. It was irritating how he didn’t react right away.

Gojo gently took the test in his hands, smiling. There was no big reaction. Not like you were expecting. Then, he looked back up at you.

“I know.”

Confusion took over your mind at his words. He knew? How? You’d literally just found out two minutes ago.

“What do you mean you know?” You spoke harsher than you might have intended. You hadn’t anticipated for it to go this way.

“I mean I knew. I knew the second it happened.”

There was nothing but silence from you again as you tried to figure this all out. “But-”

Gojo cut you off, standing up slowly. He wasn’t alarmed whatsoever. A part of you was thankful for that.

“I sensed a change in your cursed energy a few weeks ago. I didn’t say anything because I figured you’d wanna find out on your own,” he informed, moving closer to you. Gojo reached out to take your hand.

You didn’t pull away. You just kinda stood there. Of course. His six eyes technique never let anything slide. You felt dumb for not figuring it out sooner.

“So what? You knew I was pregnant and you didn’t think to tell me? Is that why I couldn’t find the wine last night?” You scoffed. He must’ve hidden the alcohol to prevent you from drinking it. It felt wrong to just let you drink when he knew better. Even if you didn’t.

Your husband had a dumb smile plastered on his face. “Well..” he scratched the back of his head.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he’d keep something like this from you.

On the other hand, however, you were thankful Gojo let you find out on your own terms. He knew normalcy was important to you. Even in a world where nothing was fully normal for either of you.

Gojo saw your annoyance and began ranting instantly.

“You don’t know how hard it was not to tell you! I wanted to tell you so bad! Really! But I.. kinda, sorta told Shoko and she said you might wanna find out on your own! So.. I just wanted to do the right thing!” He rambled on and on.

It was kind of cute. Gojo was excited like a little kid. Staying annoyed was impossible.

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“So you’re happy?” You asked, feeling your anxiety melt away.

Gojo smiled, nodding before lifting you into his arms for a big hug. He spun you around while holding you close.

“Careful!” You laughed.

Your husband put you back down gently before planting a kiss on the top of your head.

It was a quiet Friday afternoon. You’d finished teaching your classes for the day and were dying to get home.

You stood at the front of your classroom, erasing your chalk board after today’s lessons.

Half way through cleaning the chalkboard, there was a knock at the classroom door.

“Come in,” you called out, assuming it might have been principal Yaga or a lingering student needing to ask a question after class.

The second he stepped inside, you knew exactly who it was. Satoru Gojo.

You made a disgusted face at the dumb fucking smirk on his face, continuing to wipe the chalkboard clean.

After seeing your expression, Gojo couldn’t help but smile wider. He shut the door behind him.

“Do you need something?” You asked Gojo, faced away from him as you focused on the task at hand. “I have papers to grade and-” you froze after turning around and seeing Gojo too close for comfort.

Your eyes were left wide as you felt your cheeks flush.

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you furrowed your eyebrows, stepping away. Gojo pouted.

“Cmon.. you’re no fun,” Gojo whined. “You liked it last time,” he added in a teasing tone.

You grumbled, running a hand through your hair in annoyance.

“That was a one time thing. I told you that then,” you reminded.

There was no denying that Gojo was handsome. He was hot and strong and smart and.. exceptional at his job. He outdid you in every fucking way possible. You hated him for it.

That one night you had given in to your co worker was a result of you wanting to confront him about how he had undermined something you had taught your students.

You hadn’t ever meant to have sex with him. In fact, you had entered his classroom that day pissy and ready to slap him in the face. Little did you know how much your anger turned him on. One thing eventually led to another…

It wasn’t something you were proud of.

Gojo wasn’t one to take no for an answer. Especially not during playful banter. “I’ll let you slap me again..” he whispered in your ear.

“Tempting, but no,” you insisted, shoving his face away with the back of your hand.

You walked over to your desk, straightening out the pile of ungraded papers. Your gaze found its way back towards Satoru. He stood leaning against the chalkboard and keeping his distance. The blindfold didn’t do much. You could tell exactly how he was looking at you.

As your eyes trailed down, you noticed the undeniable bulge poking through his pants.

“Oh for fucks sake..” you shook your head, snapping your head away from him.

Gojo approached you again, stopping a few steps away from you.

“Please?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically softer than usual. It sounded like a genuine plea for your touch. “I’ll make up for being such a jerk.”

You swallowed, struggling to keep your composure. To be honest, you felt yourself growing wetter too.

The concept of the strongest sorcerer pleading for your pussy made you feel just as needy as he was.

“I really hate you..” you muttered, looking him in the eyes as he came close to kiss you.

A shaky exhale escaped your mouth before he started kissing you.

It started off as a small peck, but quickly progressed into much more. One of Gojos hands cupped your face while the other rested just above your hip bone.

“Mh..” you hummed as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, reciprocating the action.

You kissed until you had to pull away for breath. When you did so, your lips were pink and swollen.

As you caught your breath, Gojo grabbed you by the hips, lifting you up effortlessly and sitting you down on your desk.

You looked backward, cleaning your desk with the swipe of an arm. The stack of once neat papers fell onto the floor, scattered everywhere.

But none of that mattered right now. What mattered was that Gojo had just gotten down on his knees and placed your legs on his shoulders.

You laid back, the cool desk leaving goosebumps on your skin.

Gojo slid his hands up your skirt, squeezing your thighs before making his way to your sweet spot.

Your co worker’s lengthy fingers rubbed you through your panties slowly. He chuckled at how wet you were for him after claiming to dislike him so much.

“Oh!” You gasped as he began to rub you through your underwear at a faster pace.

His smile only widened as he moved up to tug at your waistband, discarding your panties on the floor beside the scattered paperwork.

Gojo lifted your hips slightly closer to him before sticking his head up your skirt.

You looked down at him between your skirt in shock, a bright red flush spreading across your face.

Last time, it had just been quick, meaningless sex. Was this what he meant by apologizing for acting like an asshole? If so, it was kinda working..

Gojo worked his way up gradually. He started by your inner thighs, placing a trail of gentle kisses over your sensitive skin.

When he finally made it to your pussy, he started by placing a feather light kiss right on your clit just to tease you. You felt his hot breath against you, making your legs twitch once more.

Gojo spread your folds apart with one of his hands as he bang to suck on your clit. His tongue swirled around in tight circles, making you arch into him.

You reached a hand over your mouth, not wanting anybody to hear you. God, how awful was it to be doing this in your place of employment.

It was getting harder to keep your composure when Gojo gently slid his fingers inside of you. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot every. Single. Time. You could have sworn he was magical.

You were a flustered mess. Your legs threatened to shut as you practically crushed his head with your thighs. It wasn’t like he was complaining anyway. Gojo lived for pussy. Yours, specifically.

“Fuck, Gojo..” you breathed out, feeling yourself getting close already.

Then suddenly, Gojo stopped. He pulled his head out of your skirt, licking his lips.

Did he have to remind you why you hated him so much right now? Couldn’t he have waited until after you came?

Gojo was amused at the genuine anger on your face right now.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re just so cute when you’re angry. Like- if you saw your face right now,” he laughed.

You kicked his stomach in reply, making him groan. Nothing about this was funny to you.

“You’re the one who wanted this, you dickhead,” you spat back at him.

The signature grin returned to his face at your words.

“I know. But I promised I’d make my bad behavior up to you. Just you wait, I’ll have you cumming on my cock like crazy..” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I just had to tease you. Just a little,” he winked before effortlessly picking you up into his arms.

It was unbelievably attractive how Gojo was able to just pick you up with one arm this way. It was so hard to dislike your co worker sometimes.

Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the same chalk board you’d been staring at to avoid him just moments prior to this.

Gojo reached a hand down, undoing his belt buckle and pulling out his large cock.

You looked down without thinking about it, seeing his perfectly trimmed pubic hair right under his happy trail. Gojo’s abs as well as his v line were defined to literal perfection.

Of course, he noticed you staring. That meant he was entitled to make a comment about it. “Like what you see?” He teased, his pink tip dripping with precum already.

“Shut up..” you rolled your eyes, just wanting him to get on with it already.

He hoisted you up higher, spreading your legs apart. Gojo had one hand on the backs on each of your thighs, your feet up in the air.

Gojo spit on your soaked folds before sliding himself inside.

“God…” you breathed out, feeling him slide inside of you inch by inch. You tightened around him momentarily, adjusting to his size.

When you looked up at Gojo, you saw his teeth bared together, letting out the faintest groan.

He looked so pretty coming undone for you like this. You reached your hands toward his face, gently sliding his blindfold up and off of his head.

You were met with Gojo’s bright, light blue eyes gazing at you with pure passion. His brows were slightly furrowed as the strands of his platinum white hair fell onto his forehead.

The blindfold was tossed onto the floor, right beside the student papers and the panties that he’d taken off of you earlier.

“Mh..” you moaned as you felt him trust inside of you for the first time. It was almost like your pussy was made to take his cock. He fit perfectly in your warm hole and left no gaps.

Gojo’s pace quickened as he pounded into you mercilessly. One of your hands covered your mouth to stop you from being too loud. You were still at work. Yaga’s office was right down the hall.

Gojo only chuckled at your attempts to stifle your moans. “Feeling.. shy, are you?” He teased with a groan.

He was relentlessly annoying. Even while he was making a mess of your pretty little pussy.

“Fuck you..” was all you could breathe out in reply. Your head was clouded with the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

It was a poor choice of words on your part, really.

You could practically hear the grin on your co worker’s face when he replied to you. “I’m working on it.”

The speed and pressure of his movements were exactly what you’d needing. The stress from your job and everything going on in your life drifted further away every thrust. His cock was magical. As much as you hated to admit it, nobody fucked you as good as Satoru Gojo fucked you.

“I’m gonna..” you breathed out, hearing him whimper softly beside your ear. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the feeling of Gojo’s hot breath in the crook of your neck.

You didn’t typically finish so early. But you were still overstimulated from him edging you earlier. Not to mention the way he was pinning you against the wall like this made every thrust hit your sweet spot.

“Cum for me sweetheart,” Gojo permitted, feeling his own climax nearing.

With a loud moan your hand did nothing to suppress, you came. Your walls twitched and tightened around Gojo as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

“Mhn..” he grunted with a final thrust, finishing inside of you. You felt his warm semen fill you up. There was no protest.

You both panted as he moved you from the chalk board. Carefully, he sat you back down onto your desk before pulling out.

The mess of the intimacy spilled out of you, dripping onto the floor and your inner thighs.

Gojo pressed a gentle kiss atop your head.

“I can’t wait to piss you off again,” he spoke as if it was a promise.

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“You can’t be serious..” Gojo spoke, his eyes wide as he sat on the edge of the bed.

You stood in front of Gojo, holding a maid costume in one hand and cat ears in the other.

“Uh.. why the hell wouldn’t I be?” You spat back in reply, tossing the costume and ears on the bed next to him. “You owe me, remember?”

“For what?!” He scoffed, looking at the costume beside him with a wary look on his face.

“For last week when you stood me up because of a mission! It was heartbreaking,” you fake frowned to be dramatic

He crossed his arms, pouting.

Gojo sighed, shaking his head. “Fine..”

Your boyfriend grabbed the costume, observing it. Then, he chuckled. “I’m gonna look so fucking good. You aren’t ready for this..” Gojo spoke in his usual cocky tone, making you roll your eyes.

Your boyfriend always had a bit of an ego. Even when it came to dressing up like a literal catboy.

You sat down on the bed as Gojo disappeared into the bathroom to go change.

You scrolled on your phone for about ten minutes as you waited for Gojo to come back. Patience didn’t happen to be your strong suit.

“Gojo! What’s taking so long?!” You huffed, tapping your foot on the floor impatiently.

The bathroom door finally creaked open, your head instantly snapping towards it in anticipation.

Satoru stepped out, making your jaw drop.

He smirked at your face, twirling around.

“You seriously enjoy making me look like a fucking twink?” He asked, still smirking.

The smile on your face only grew wider.

“What do you think baby? Should I start mopping the floors?” Gojo asked, getting into character. It was amusing how much he was enjoying this. You loved how he was just down for almost everything most of the time if it made you happy.

Your ex, Naoya, would have looked at you like you were crazy. But then again, he was your ex for a reason. Actually, multiple reasons..

The skirt covered very little of Gojos muscular thighs. His arms were practically busting out of the puffy sleeves of the dress too.

“I even wore the tail,” he pointed out, turning around so you could see. You playfully smacked his ass, making him yelp.

“Are you my good boy?” You asked Gojo, crossing one leg over the other.

He chuckled, taking the hint and getting down on his knees for you. The catboy maid outfit made him look so damn edible.

“Always..” he assured, kissing your foot.

God, you were gonna peg the living shit out of him tonight.

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Bottom Husband Gojo x fem reader

It was currently around 10 pm. You had finally gotten the kids to bed. Gojo had given you two beautiful twin boys. They were great, but at four years old, they took up most of your time. There wasn’t much.. husband wife time, if you know what I mean.

You came downstairs, seeing that your husband was typing away on his laptop. Gojo was sitting on a chair, his computer resting on the marble slab of the kitchen counter.

“Heyyy.. watcha doin?” you asked with a smile, walking up to him. You always loved to annoy your husband. He loved it too.

Gojo looked over at you, smiling back. “Hey baby,” he replied. “Just finishing up a mission report. It’s due in a couple hours,” He informed you. “Actually, it was due a few days ago but..” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

You hummed in reply, walking over to his side.

“What’s up? You need something?” Gojo asked, looking up at you.

“Well I just.. I miss my husband,” you shrugged simply in reply.

Gojo sighed. “I know baby. Just give me thirty minutes. I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” Gojo told you. He missed spending time with his wife too.

You sighed as well, nodding. Gojo felt bad, but the faster he finished this, the faster he could give you his undivided attention.

Unlucky for Gojo, you didn’t have the patience to wait thirty minutes. You sat down on his lap.

Gojo didn’t have much protest to this, as the action was seemingly innocent. Instead, he gave you a brief kiss on the cheek before getting back to work.

He froze as your hand trailed over his belt buckle.

“What are you-”

“Just keep working, toru. Don’t worry about it..” you interrupted him, undoing the buckle. You heard Gojo’s breath hitch slightly right by your ear. He muttered something incoherent before obeying and continuing to type.

You tugged down Gojo’s pants to his knees, revealing his muscular thighs. It was hard for him to keep working when you were acting like this.

“Baby…” Gojo breathed out as your hand traced over his cock through his boxers. You ignored his words, feeling him grow harder under your palm.

A smile crept on your face at the sight of your husband being so needy. Having power over the strongest sorcerer turned you on beyond belief.

Your hands found your own waistband, pulling your shorts halfway down your thighs. Wearing panties around the house just wasn’t something you did. It wasn’t like your husband complained. Gojo reminded you often how much he adored the ‘easy access’.

The second your hands returned to Gojo, his thighs trembled with pure need and desire. His neediness earned a giggle out of you. Seeing your innocent face while you acted so nasty killed him in the best way possible.

Your fingers moved back to the elastic band of his boxers, moving them lower so you had enough room to bring out his penis.

The second Gojo was free of his boxers, his cock sprung up. He was hard as a rock. His girth was veiny and his tip was dripping with precum. You could practically feel him throbbing with desire.

You glanced over at his computer, seeing that Gojo had typed a singular word in the past five minutes. Your husband’s hands hovered idly above the keyboard, his fingers twitching ever so often. You made it impossible for him to get anything done. You were quite demanding when it came to your husband’s attention. Especially when you were ovulating on a night like tonight.

Satoru Gojo was a man who often praised himself for being strong willed and brave. But god, you had a way of tearing down any defense he had. Gojo was biting his bottom lip so hard that it wasn’t long until he made himself bleed.

Gojo thrusted up eagerly, not being able to take the suspense anymore. He whimpered after being met with nothing but air.

“Hey, behave yourself,” you scolded.

“Sorry..” he muttered back in reply. Gojo knew you didn’t like when he was bad.

You sighed again, spreading your legs slightly as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. He gasped, reaching to grab your hips. His hands trembled a few inches from your skin. Gojo knew better than to touch you after you’d insisted on him finishing his work.

With a tiny whimper, Gojo went back to typing on his computer.

You reached for your phone, making him groan as you purposefully shifted on his cock. Just to toy with him, you clenched and unclenched your walls as well.

“God, you’re killing me..” he cried softly, one of his hands tangling in his hair from distress. Gojo wanted so much more. He wanted you to ride him until the sun came up. But you weren’t moving at all.

Despite your lack of movements, Gojo was in awe at the feeling of being wrapped inside your slick folds. Your pussy was so warm and comfy. It was like it was made just for him to use. He could’ve sworn that he’d cum from just this in under ten minutes.

“I don’t understand why you’re so riled up. All I’m doing is keeping you company. Is sex really all you think about?”

You were acting absolutely clueless. It was cute how Gojo always reacted to you acting oblivious to your sexual acts.

The two of you just stayed there for a while. You scrolled on your phone and moved around in his lap ever so often just to tease him. Gojo whined every single time without fail. It was like music to your ears.

Then finally, Gojo closed his laptop, his breath heavy as he looked at you. “Bedroom?” He asked.

You clicked your tongue with a smile, shaking your head.

“I think I like you better right here..”

Cockwarming was the perfect way to get your husband’s attention. It worked like a charm every single time. 

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Gojo x fem reader

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The past week had been so stressful. You’d been busy with work and chores around the house. Today was a Friday afternoon. You decided to treat yourself by booking an at home massage. The masseuse was meant to be here at any moment now. Your apartment was dimly lit and calm.

After about five minutes, there was a ring at the doorbell. You opened the door, confused after seeing a tall, muscular man with white hair staring back at you. You could have sworn you’d booked an appointment with a female masseuse.

“I’m sorry.. can I help you?” You spoke, assuming he was here for some other reason. It was a dumb question since the man literally had a massage table with him. But seeing a man like him on your doorstep had a way of catching you off guard.

The man simply smirked. “You.. booked a massage, did you not?” He replied.

“Well.. yes, but I hired a female masseuse. Her name was uh..” you tried to recall. “Shoko. Her name was Shoko.”

The cocky looking guy in front of you didn’t look at all like the woman you’d hired online.

The man simply invited himself in, setting up the massage table in your living room. “Shoko had a family emergency, I’m filling in for her. My names Gojo,” he introduced himself.

Gojo saw your hesitation and shock. There was absolutely no doubt that the man standing before you was a good looking guy. You were also unsure how to feel about a guy massaging your body..

Your expressions simply made Gojos dumb smirk grow. “Don’t worry, I’m the best of the best. You got lucky ending up with me.”

This Gojo idiot sure had a lot of confidence.

You were still hesitant, unsure of what to say considering that he’d invited himself in and already finished setting up. The hesitation led you to zone out without even realizing it.

“Do you.. wanna cancel the appointment?” He finally asked, snapping you back into reality.

It might’ve been the right thing to cancel the appointment. But the truth was, you’d been looking forward to a good massage all week. It would be cruel to yourself to cancel it.

A male masseuse may not have been what you’d wanted, but he was a professional, right? This wasn’t weird. He was just doing his job.

“…no, it’s fine,” you gave in, stepping closer to the massage table.

Gojo chuckled slightly. “You booked the uh.. full body, right?” He confirmed, verifying your appointment on his phone. Shoko had sent him the details.

You nodded in confirmation. The masseuse then stepped away momentarily after telling you to undress and lie under the sheet.

You let out a shaky exhale, carefully pulling your shirt off over your head. Then came your bra and your shorts. To spare yourself a bit of dignity, you decided that the panties would stay on.

After lying down on your stomach, Gojo returned to begin the massage.

You let out an unsteady breath as he rubbed a warm, lavender scented oil over your back. His hands were big and strong, yet his touch was surprisingly gentle.

“Hm..” you hummed out as Gojo began massaging your back. You couldn’t help but feel heat pooling in your stomach at his touch. The last time you’d been touched by a man was.. well, it had been a while. It was hard to snap yourself out of it. Especially when you’d been left needy for so long.

“Feels good?” Gojo asked, his thumbs working at a particularly tense muscle in your upper back.

You simply nodded in reply, swallowing. You were glad that Gojo couldn’t see your face right now. The burning of your cheeks left you no doubt that they were bright pink.

This massage progressed and eventually, he told you to flip over. Gojo massaged your arms and shoulders before gradually working his way down to your legs.

For the most part, you’d kept your eyes closed. Your pussy was practically throbbing with desire right now. Making eye contact with him would only leave you looking like a fool. Every stroke of his hands made it harder and harder to remember that he was a professional just doing his job.

When Gojo worked down to your legs, you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip. You gasped breathily, your leg twitching away involuntarily as the masseuse’s hands traveled a bit too far up your thigh.

You opened your eyes, seeing that Gojo had gone still at your twitch. You stared into his bright blue eyes, struggling to find the will to speak. After seeing the blush on your cheeks, Gojo couldn’t help but be amused.

You swallowed awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Your face was burning a bright red. This was so embarrassing!

“I’m.. I’m sorry, I don’t know what..” you trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what to say. What were you supposed to do in a situation where you were turned on by your masseuse?

“No it’s.. it’s all good,” gojo replied, taking a step back. “You wanna keep going?” He asked, that dumb smirk lingering on his face.

“Uhm..” you replied. Was he not.. weirded out by this? By the look on his face, he kinda seemed to like it. You’d call him a creep, but you weren’t much better. You weren’t proud of how much you were enjoying this.

A hesitant nod was all you gave Gojo in return. He nodded back, continuing his movements. “Fuck.. it’s not every day I get a pretty little client like you,” Gojo muttered. “I usually get stuck with some old dudes that Shoko doesn’t wanna deal with..”

You opened your eyes again after being caught off guard by his words. Were you.. imagining things? You looked at his face to see if he was serious. He clicked his tongue in reply with a chortle.

Gojos hands worked higher and higher up your thighs. You let out a breathy moan.

“What do you say baby? You did book a full body..” he trailed off, tugging at your waistband.

It would’ve been the right thing to stop him. But god, your panties were soaked. There was no denying you wanted this.

At your lack of protest, Gojo slid down your panties. Your legs trembled slightly at the feeling of the cold air meeting your wet pussy.

“Oh? What have we got here..” he teased. “Seems like you were serious about needing a full body,” Gojo continued.

“Mh..” you whined as his fingers began to rub circles around your swollen clit.

“Holy shit! I don’t even need massage oil,” Gojo laughed. Your breath hitched again as your nails dug into the plush table you were lying on.

His pace quickened as your legs threatened to squeeze shut. Gojo used his free hand to keep your legs spread. “You gotta relax..” he coaxed your body, earning a whimper from you.

Gojo moved to stand between your legs, his other hand slipping inside of you. His long, thick fingers curled and hit all the right spots inside of you.

“Oh!” you gasped, your toes already starting to curl.

“Jesus Christ.. I’ve been massaging you for the past hour already and you’re still so tight?” He shook his head disapprovingly.

“God, enough with the massage jokes,” you finally told him. He simply chuckled in reply. He was proud of his stupid teasing remarks. What a fucking idiot.

Gojos hand movements continued mercilessly. With one hand, his fingers pulsed quickly inside of you. With the other, he rubbed you off in the most perfect way. It was like heaven.

“Gojo I- fuck!” You moaned.

“I know baby.. let it out. Relax,” gojo permitted.

You moaned loudly as you finally came, your pussy twitching around his lengthy fingers. A whimper escaped your lips once more.

Gojo finally pulled his fingers out of you, sliding them into his mouth. He was surprisingly good at catching you off guard.

“Mm..” he hummed as he licked off every drop of your orgasm from his fingers.

You panted, still catching your breath as your gaze lingered on your masseuse. The massage ended up being more pleasing than you could have ever imagined.

“So.. I get a five star review, right?”

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