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Gojo wasn't a heavy drinker.

When the two of you were still together, he'd never drink. What reason would he have to drink? Besides the occasional celebratory shot of soju- Gojo would like to say he was a sober man- minus the times you would have to work him through his awful hangovers in the morning.

But that was then. In the past, before everything essentially went to shit. Before the two of you had split up and 'moved' on. After the break up, Gojo would find himself drinking more in order to drown out his sorrows, to quash down any memories of you- but god was it hard, when practically everything reminded him of you. Some days he would have to physically stop himself from calling you- lest he gets blocked.

The fact he hasn't yet puts some hope in his heart that maybe if he needed you, you'd pick up. But when he spent every waking hour needing you- the urge to dial your number got harder to resist every damn day.

It had been months since you had dumped him, six months to be exact, exactly half a year and even he had no idea how he was coping, how he still could go on with his day as if everything was normal. But at least, he thought to himself, he hadn't caved in. Hadn't done something stupid these dreadful months and hadn't ended up disturbing you after making it explicitly clear that you were over, that you didn't want anything to do with him. The very last thing he wanted was for you to hate him, to hold him in such low regard in your eyes that all that clawed up in your mind was dreadful memories.

So Gojo would keep his distance, in hopes he could keep the relationship amicable, even though you hadn't spoken since that damned day.

But of course, nobody was perfect- even Gojo.

He wasn't even sure how he got here, one minute he was at the bar- spilling all his heart-related woes to the poor bartender, consuming drink after drink, his mind becoming more clouded and his movements sluggish and the next thing he knew he was right in front of your door, standing in the rain, contemplating whether or not he should knock. And of course, the irrational stupid part of him won out as he knocked, heart catching in his throat as he waited.

What was he doing here? Fuck. He should turn back while he could, whilst you were reaching the door. Were you reaching the door, did you know it was him? So you wouldn't open up? The very idea made him bite his pink lips in trepidation, eyes skirting around as if trying to see if anyone could see the strongest sorcerer in such a state.

Before he could even think of knocking again, the door swung open- and it felt as if time itself had stopped.

There you were, heaven itself- staring at him as if he was a ghost, pupils wide and mouth slightly agape.

Then you quickly schooled your expression from shock to neutrality, crossing your arms across your chest, eyebrows raised in a silent question.

Any hope he had had quickly died after being subject to your cold and apathetic gaze.

Lips trembling- either from the rain or nerves, he couldn't tell- white eyelashes fluttered delicately as he sniffed pathetically, waiting for the verdict.

Droplets of rain cascaded from snow strands, dripping onto his hoodie and making his face sheen with slick. A light blush dusted his cheeks, accounting for how wasted he was.

"Why the hell are you wet?"

"Huh?"

"...I thought rain didn't affect you."

Oh. Now that he was thinking about it, since when did he allow Infinity to let the rain in? Some lame attempt to gain pity points? Maybe if he got a cold, you'd let him stay, take care of him, like you used to.

"Gojo, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Time? Did that mean if he had come in the middle of the afternoon you would've let him in? Shit, he should've gotten drunk near one! Blinking rapidly- Gojo attempted to think of something to say, but truth was he didn't know why he was here, whatever reason or excuse he could possibly have. He might say the wrong thing and you'd slam the door in his face, leaving his pathetic ass out in the rain. Although he wouldn't be entirely upset, especially considering he was able to see you again- in person, since he had opted to revisit all the videos he had of you saved in his camera roll since the break up.

"Didn't know where else to go..."

If he was anymore levelheaded, he'd probably cringe at how stupid he sounded- crawling back to his ex like an idiot, hoping that they'd let him back in their heart. Standing in the rain like some lovesick puppy.

You should've closed the door. Hell, you shouldn't have opened it in the first place. If you knew it was Gojo beyond the threshold, you would've barricaded yourself in- ignoring his entire existence. You detested the way Gojo could make any rational thoughts in your head go poof! Entirely dissipated. And even now, six months later- you couldn't help that warm and fuzzy feeling that pooled in your stomach whenever you saw him.

It did not help in the slightest that Gojo looked the way he did, face flushed- lips pulled into a small pout and eyelashes lowered as rain slid off them. If he wanted to give you a pathetic display so that you'd let him in, it was most definitely working.

"P-please, I'll leave...just..."

Seeing him struggle to form a proper sentence was the last straw. So, with a heavy, resigned sigh, you turned back around and walked deeper into the house.

Gojo stood there for a minute, tears pooling at his eyes as he thought that you'd left him, lips wobbling violently-as if he was barely reigning in a broken sob, this was an outward sign of rejection- before it had registered that you left the door open- you were letting him inside.

Before you could change your mind, he had quickly entered your home, locking the door behind him- heart hammering violently against his ribcage as he leaned against the door, still in a dazed sort of state.

"m sorry! p-please, augh- I'm sorry!~"

Desperate sobs fell from Childe- who was currently under you, being pounded into at an inhumane pace, your cock so big he swore he could feel it in his stomach.

Despite all his pleading and begging, ultimately it fell upon deaf ears. Grabbing the ginger hair, you pulled harshly, as another sob escaped him.

"Shut up. You're not fucking sorry, you asked for this. Asked to be fucked from behind like a stupid whore."

Did he think you witnessing him flirting with fatui agents was going to go unpunished? It was probably his plan all along- to be utterly and entirely broken by you.

A delirious grin broke out across Childe's face- he loved when you fucked him with such fury, such jealously that there was no way he'd be able to walk for a week straight.

"Well? Don't ignore me now, tell me d-does it feel good, huh?"

A question you knew he was in no state to answer, not when his arms trembled as he attempted to keep himself upright, drawn out moans spewing from his lips.

Fuck.

It shouldn't even be humanely possible that you filled him up so well, that your cock was so big it caused a bulge in his stomach.

The primal urge to completely destroy him spurred you on, his begging sounding something akin to a prayer- a prayer you would never tire from hearing.

A garbled sound escaped from the man below you- something between a sob and a moan, as your palms pressed against his stomach as you ripped another orgasm out of him.

"Can you feel me?"

Drool dripped out of his mouth, adding to the mess that was already on the marbled floor- a mix of his blood and cum from the both of you.

Grabbing a handful of the ginger hair, bringing his ear to your mouth, you growled-

"I said, can you feel me, hm?"

As if to make your point, you pressed against the bulge even more harshly- eliciting a mewl from the ginger, as cum dripped out of his plump ass, red from the amount of times you had spanked it.

"So fuckin' nasty you are, making such a mess."

A broken laugh escaped Childe, quickly cut off as you thrusted into him again, a choked sob escaping him, tears staining his flushed face.

"Mmh, c-can feel you....feel, hah, you feel really good. F-fucking me like you hate me.."

The wet squelch of you fucking like animals in heat only seemed to turn Childe more even more, if his mantra of "m cumming! c-cumming!!" was anything to go by.

"Like? I do fucking hate you, stupid slut."

Sharply gasping, Childe's arms finally gave up on him as clear liquid sprayed out of his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he collapsed to the floor, twitching as if electrocuted, as his senses were overcome with pleasure.

Staring down at the man your dick was lodged inside having possibly the biggest orgasm of his life due to you saying you hated him, there was only one thing you could say.

"Hah- hah...f-fuck..."

Soft moans fell from Aether's pink lips, eyes squeezed tightly as he continued to rub his sopping cunt against your pillow, desperate for some release.

You were at work, leaving your precious bunny home alone, having to deal with his heat alone. It's not as if you meant to, his cycle was always so unpredictable, and of course it came as soon as you stepped out of the door.

Even if he called you back, it'd be at least an hour before you managed to get back home, so it was up to him to work through this.

With an insatiable need to smell your scent, Aether had ultimately decided that the pillow you lay your head upon would be the most suitable option.

So here he was, rubbing his hot clit against the pillow, mewls of pleasure echoing around the room. Was this perverted? To rub himself against your pillow, pearls of slick staining it?

A sick and twisted part of him relished in the fact that your head would be lying on the same spot his cunt was just hours before. Would you be able to smell his desire? Would you punish him for not cleaning up?

"Mmph-! Oh archons, p-please!"

Whorish moans slipped from him, as he continued to grind and hump himself desperately against the pillow. Oh if you saw him like this...

It wasn't enough.

The friction of the pillow against himself still wasn't enough. He needed your fat cock ramming into him like the slut he was, he needed to see the bulge of your member penetrating his cunt. He needed you to claim him, hickeys and bite marks evident on his porcleain skin- to show everyone who he belonged to- who he served.

Whining, Aether sticks two fingers into his glistening cunt, pumping against himself desperately in order to find that spot- the spot that made him see stars as you would ram mercilessly against it, squeezing his pink nipples harshly.

A whorish squeal left him as his fingers curled around that bud, the sound of wet, squelchy flesh being violated as he rubbed against it more desperately, cries and moans echoing.

"P-please please..!! Need more- ahh, n-need..-"

Pearls of tears slipped down his flushed cheeks, as he continued to stimulate himself- flopping against the bed backwards, as he aggressively played with his clit- now swollen and puffy.

Breath escaped him as his hips bucked and long lashes fluttered, his fingers seizing as a wave of pleasure came over him.

Staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly, his mind drifted over to you as he whined, his fingers starting up again.