#bottom gojo

“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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Chapter 7 is now live on AO3. 🙌✨ archiveofourown.org/works/71469921

Thank you so much for your patience these past months 🖤

Never stopped thinking about this story, and I’m really happy to finally share this chapter with all of you.

Cliché horror/terror Gego story with some gothic romance 🥀✨

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