#feeling generous

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This scene should’ve happened in adg17. It got deleted because we already established Gojo being a bastard

Gojo Satoru x f!reader

summary: Gojo being a headache <3

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One thing about Gojo: that man could look you dead in the eye, say one thing, and then do the exact fucking opposite.

And you knew that.

You always knew.

But you still let it happen, every time.

And that's how you ended up in situations like this:

Gojo's breath was warm, tickling the sensitive skin on your neck with each heavy exhale. His chest pressed against yours, rising and falling as the two of you came down from the endorphin high, bodies still tangled and hot, everything sweaty.

"Don't crush me," you grumbled, shifting slightly beneath him, but you had no more strength to push him off.

Not that you would ever have the strength to do that.

"'m not crushing you." His voice muffled as he nuzzled into you. Wet lips brushed over your pulse, feather-light and maddeningly soft. "Let me stay like this. You're comfy."

"I'm suffocating."

"Stop being mean already."

You wanted to retort, to call him out, scold him for lying to you. Again. But with every slow, lazy kiss he trailed along your jaw, your defiance melted away bit by bit. And for a short, fleeting moment, you accepted your fate, that you were stuck beneath him for the next half hour or so—

Then his hips shifted, his softened dick sliding deeper inside your still-sensitive pussy, and just like that, the anger surged right back, reminding you exactly why you were mad in the first place.

Your fist struck his head in what was nothing more than a tap, but Gojo, being Gojo, had to turn it into a full-blown drama.

"Ow! What was that for?!" he whined, propping himself up to pout at you like you had just committed a terrible crime. "That's the part where you should be kissin', hugging, and caressing me, not hitting!"

"You did it again." You glared up at him, right into those wide, crystalline eyes you loved so much.

He just huffed, feigning innocence as he dropped back against his claimed spot, the one against your collarbone.

"Dunno whatchu talkin' about."

You smacked his head once more, harder this time. He giggled, the sound light and unbothered as he grabbed your arm to stop you from landing a third blow.

"Your pull-out game is weak, Satoru."

"No. I was just not trying."

"What do you mean?! You said you would not finish inside!"

"And I was totally planning to, I promise! But the second I put it in, I got so taken over by the great obligation nature has given me as a man, and I just couldn't resist, sowwy."

Your hand flew to his chest, shoving him off you so hard he actually rolled onto his back. Gojo burst into laughter as he landed beside you, his body shaking the mattress. You sat up, grabbing the nearest pillow and hurling it at him with full force.

"You're an ass!"

"What? The male instinct to propagate is beyond my control. Or you wanna go against biology?"

Grinding your jaw, you reached for another pillow, but he was faster. His hand shot out, catching your wrist before you could even touch it.

He was gentle, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he guided you back down beside him, right where he wanted to have you. And you... you kind of just... let him. Like you always did. And God, you hated how easy it was to give in to him.

"Come on, babe. Don't be pissy now," Gojo murmured, voice dipping into that low, coaxing tone.

You wanted to stay mad. Really, you did. But then his hands began to move, those big, warm palms smoothing over your waist and down your hips.

Showered with that overwhelming amount of affection, you let your eyelids drift shut, heaving a deep sigh. "Taking all that emergency contraception can't be good for me, Satoru."

He hummed against your shoulder. "I know an easy fix—"

You could hear that stupid smirk forming on his lips so clearly. That meant no good.

"—just get on birth control."

Your brow twitched. "Do you even know what getting on birth control means?"

"Yeah," he said, grinning even wider. "Endless raw sex."

The audacity.

The sheer, unfiltered audacity of this man.

Without a word, you threw off the duvet and slid off the bed.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Gojo called after you as he straightened up, the sheets slipping down and pooling around his hips. "Where you going? Don't leave me, babe, please."

"Bathroom," you replied curtly. "Be useful and order the morning-after pill."

He gasped, clutching his chest as though your words had shot straight through his ego. "Useful? I literally just had your legs shaking. Isn't that useful enough?"

You gave him a flat look before disappearing into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

There was a beat of silence, and then his voice rang out, loud and clear.

"Fine, but you better come back and cuddle after! I'm serious, babe! I'll cry if you don't! You know I'm sensitive like that."

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oh how sunshiney everything used to be 🚬🚬🚬