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🔞 𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝐓𝐨-𝐁𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 | 𝟐

<- 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯.

𝟑.𝟔𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 / 𝟕 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fem reader / Gojo Satoru / (Geto Suguru)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : your ex-boyfriend claims he isn't a playboy anymore, but is he being genuine? Another date with him leaves you a mess, and you end up asking his best friend out for coffee.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : angst, pining, drama, smut (cr**mpies, light degradation, name calling (sl*t and wh*re), c*nnilingus, bl*wjob in the backseat/risky), implied sexual relationship with Suguru

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞 : Heaven and Back | Often | Wine Pon You | New Rules

You walk out of your bedroom gussied up, lips painted in a very specific shade of red.

And Shoko, laid on the couch tiredly, gapes in disbelief at you.

"Oh my god." she groans, "Please don't tell me you're going on another date with that playboy."

You act dumb, nervously touching your neck as you style your hair in the mirror some more.

"What?"

"You're wearing the Gojo Satoru lipstick."

You continue acting, "This isn't the 'Gojo Satoru' lipstick, I love this lipstick! I always wear this shade!"

She looks at you, dumbfounded by your acting, nearly laughing.

"No, that's the Gojo Satoru lipstick. I can distinctly recall his words; "That's my baby's lipstick on me." and how you giggled on his shoulder."

"Shoko, that was five years ago." you say, "It's fine. I promised him only one more date. He needs closure."

"He's had five years of closure." Shoko replies, "Angel, you're too good for him."

"He's changed!" you insist.

"No, he hasn't; I saw that look in his eyes when I saw you two on the couch. He's still a playboy, and he'll prove it to you soon enough." she says.

"I have faith in him." you say.

"How many times have I heard that?" she shakes her head, getting ready to have a smoke. "You know, Gojo Satoru has always gotten what he wants. That's why he's so fascinated by the new you; you're not giving yourself to him like you did back then."

"I have faith in him!" you emphasize. "God, just tell me I look good."

"..."

"Please. I'm nervous. He's high-class, you know. I feel like I'm going on a date with the president of the world."

Shoko sighs and heads towards the balcony to smoke.

"You look too good." she says earnestly. "He was right about that shade of lipstick on you."

Her compliment makes you light up significantly.

You fuss as you wait. Since Shoko asks, you tell her; "He ordered for someone to chauffeur me."

"Oh my god." she groans, "He's really buttering you up."

"But isn't it such a gentleman move!"

"... more like a rich boy flex." she mutters under her breath, stubbing out the end of her cigarette.

"Okay. I've got to go. See you later... um, unless I overnight by him, of course." you giggle dreamily.

"Condoms." Shoko says simply.

"He's got some."

"Bring your own, always."

"But I'm on birth control, and we've already — " you begin.

Shoko cuts you off, "I know, but have you ever heard about the whole "creampies make you fall in love" thing?"

"What?" you look dumbly. "Isn't that a myth?"

"No. Coming inside is affectionate. You're going to feel connected to him and then he'll dip when you become "too serious" for him. Just keep him at bay."

You give her advice consideration, and nod. "Okay, alright. I won't let him do it inside."

*****

While being chauffeured, you rehearse in your head how to greet your ex-boyfriend — but it doesn't help, because as soon as you're actually in his presence again, your mind goes blank and you start nervously touching at your neck and giggling to cope with his charm.

From the moment Satoru takes your hand and leads you into the restaurant, you feel like a VIP. It's such a familiar feeling; in your early twenties, when you and him dated, he showed you what it meant to be really rich.

And he was excited to shower you in lavish treatment, he loved to see you decorated in his diamonds and to see your bright smile on foreign beaches.

The effect he has on you is even noticed by the waiter, who tends to your secluded table on the rooftop. You and Satoru feel like you're in your own bubble.

"I'm serious." he says honestly, looking into your eyes.

"... you break my heart, then disappear for five years, and then come back asking for marriage." you shake your head, "Doesn't that sound insane to you? Can't you understand why I'm rejecting you?"

"I've changed."

You hum skeptically.

"Really." he tilts his head, he flicks his brow giving his expression that sad little look that really sells it for you.

"If we got married, how long would it last?"

"What do you mean? We'd be wed 'till we're dead." he grins.

You shake your head and smile at him, poking at your plate. A long silence passes.

"... let me think about it."

"... okay." his spirits lift. "But don't make me wait too long; I'm impatient." he teases.

"Too bad. I'm gonna take my time." you sass, biting a piece of meat off your fork to make a statement.

He grins at you.

*****

Food all eaten, dessert long gone. The night air feels good. Not like old times, but new times with an old lover. He knows he messed up, right? So why hasn't he apologized yet? Maybe, you theorize to yourself to justify him, maybe he's still thinking up an apology.

He stares at you from across the table, eyes hungry like a starved wolf.

"You look so good tonight." he says for the third time.

You giggle in response, "Stop..."

"I swear that shade of lipstick looks familiar." he teases, leaning over the table.

You can smell his cologne, and it entrances your heart.

"... is it?" you ask softly, pretending like you don't know what he's talking about.

He knows you're pretending, he thinks it's cute.

"You think it would look good on me too?" he asks.

You shrug like a ditzy princess, "I dunno. Wanna find out...?"

He's so quick to call the waiter for the bill, like there's a pressing issue that needs his attention.

But the only pressing issue is his hard-on pressing hot against his thigh.

*****

Giving his cock all your attention in the backseat of the car, Satoru forces his moans down so that his poor chauffeur doesn't hear through the screen divider.

You stifle a slurping sound, sliding off the tip of his cock slowly, and it makes him shudder hard. He closes his eyes, like that helps any, and tries to keep from cumming in your mouth right there.

Gojo knows your lipstick stains are going all over his cock, it drives him crazy.

Before he cums, you pull off and he mutters a small "Just you wait..." under his breath that makes you smile wide.

****

Kissy marks lead up his abs. Of course, he wants to take a photo — to preserve the memory.

"Hand here, baby. Good girl." he instructs, and in his voice right then you can hear how mature he is now, in comparison to the squeakier voice he had when you two first met.

He's not a boy anymore, he's a man. But very far from being your man, which he's trying to change.

"Lay back." he murmurs. "Spread your legs. Wider. Good girl."

Without saying a thing about it, he noses in between your thighs and shows you heaven is real, and it exists on Gojo Satoru's tongue.

"Fuck!" you clamp your thighs around his head, making him hum while sliding his tongue inside.

When you two first dated, he wasn't inexperienced — but he didn't quite know how to eat a woman out.

Five years is a long time to practice, and he definitely did. You can feel his sloped nose nudging against your clit as he kisses and sucks, sometimes nibbling softly with his teeth at your puffy lips.

Making you cum on his tongue is almost too easy for Satoru, he nearly laughs as he pulls away and licks your slick off his lips. He thinks it's a pity that he's at the wrong angle to see your eyes rolling back. But at least he sees how you throw your head back for him, and how you sound for him — like a cat, he loves it.

"Nice and messy for me now, huh?" he hums, connecting his body with yours as he crawls upwards and devours your lips.

"Mhm!" you whine, still unsteady from your orgasm, breathing frantically. "Satoru, I need you in me right now."

"Aw, but I was gonna — "

"Nowww!" you beg.

He sighs, "Can't say no to that face."

You watch intently, licking your lips, as he whips his belt off and takes his cock out. It's red from the tip down to the middle, where that familiar thick vein always catches your attention.

By your request, even though it confuses him, he squeezes his cock into a condom.

"What do you need, baby?" he asks, lowering his cock onto your pussy and rubbing it between your slicked lips.

You squeal as he flicks at your clit, then pinches your folds around his cock, making you realize his size in comparison to little you.

"I need you."

"Need me how?"

"Satoru!" you hiss annoyedly.

"I don't want to have to tease you, baby just say it."

"I want your cock inside me."

"Not nearly slutty enough." he shakes his head, drawing his cock back and forth, rubbing over your soft pussy. "You said to me in the car that you were a total, fucking slut for me, didn't you say that? Or am I imagining things?"

You start babbling, "Yeah! I'm a slut for you, I want it so bad!" you whine, "C'mon fuck me stupid!"

"That's better." he grins.

Just like how he always does, he presses his tip inside you so politely but then pushes it in too deep, making you curl like you're about to cum.

Satoru's not one to go slow for long, he'd rather pound into you hard and fast right away, to bring out that slut in you as quick as he can. Because right now, you're not nearly slutty enough for him, as he said — and he needs to see that side of you.

"Baby, get loud for me, come on." he grunts, shoving himself as deep as he can, reaching the spot that you know isn't the G-spot or your cervix, but something in-between.

"Fuck!" you almost cry, "That's so good, fuck me harder please!"

He grins, cheeky fangs on display, and goes harder until you can hardly handle it. You don't care if it hurts just a little bit, because you want to know that every inch of your ex's cock is inside you. Not just eight, eight and a half — honestly, he doesn't know where you put all of that, but he delights in watching it disappear into your hole.

"Look at you." he purrs, "How deep are you trying to suck me?"

It feels like he's going to split you in two. Sweat pours out of the both of you, bodies getting slippery.

As Satoru continues pumping his cock back and forth, in and out of you, he starts furrowing his brows together in focus — playful edge dulling as it always does when it feels good good.

"That's it, you fucking take it." he grunts, "Good girl, you're a good little slut for me huh?"

"Yeahhh I'm a good little slut for you!"

"Let me take the condom off, baby."

You know you're gonna hear it from Shoko if she knows, but in the moment you're too drunk on sex to care, and even reach back to strip the condom off your ex's cock yourself as he watches with a smirk.

"Good girl. Now flip on your side, like this." he instructs.

He slides back inside slowly, filling you inch by inch with a low groan — like he's falling in love.

And the sounds he makes as his orgasm builds up make you want to cum again, too. Each time he hits that strange spot between your G-spot and cervix, your visions sparks a little.

Hard strokes tip you over, and you lay there letting Satoru degrade you and call you a filthy slut. You'd be his anything as long as it felt this good.

"I'm so close." he warns, trying to savor the buildup.

"Cum inside me." you mewl, "Please."

"Yeahhh I'm gonna — fuck. Take my cum, be a good girl."

The broken moan he lets out as he creampies you is almost obscene. Satoru slows his thrusts as he shoots everything he has into you.

His jaw slacks, and he groans, "... prettiest little slut, aren't you? So filthy and pretty."

"I'm gonna cum againnn..." you whine, reaching down to rub frantically on your sensitive clit.

He watches you through the haze of his post-orgasm, slowly grinding his cock inside to get you there.

"Good girl."

"C-call me a slut again, please."

He laughs naughtily, "Fucking slut. Come on, finish on me. Make that cute face again, 'cute lil' whore."

Satoru always surprises you during sex in some way, this time you're surprised when he caresses your cheek as you cum. You shake and spasm, feeling each shock of your orgasm.

Panting and coming down from your high, Satoru cracks a smile.

"You were so loud." he laughs.

Reality hits you, "Oh my god, I didn't know I liked being called a slut so much!" you cover your face embarrassedly.

He rings out with laughter.

*****

After sex. What happens after sex? He's a gentleman, and that makes you tear up — not because he's a gentleman, but because he never used to be quite like this.

No, he never used to be quite like this. Even kissing you afterwards? Why was it, you wonder, that back then he couldn't love you as deeply as now, when you needed it most?

"What's wrong?" he asks.

You try to stop your crying, but it gets worse.

"Satoru." you say, sniffling, eyes pointed downwards, "I know it's been five years, but I'm still hurt."

He doesn't reply. Just awkwardly wrings his hands and sits at the edge of the bed, soft duvet covering his lap.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't really help."

"Then what can I do?"

"I don't know." you sniffle, "Go back in time and love me. You know, I needed your love back then more than I do now." you admit to both him and yourself.

Satoru purses his lips, thinking before he speaks — but then he ends up not replying at all.

Instead, he goes to wipe your tears. Something he always did towards the end of your relationship, because you were always crying.

"I should go home."

He jolts a little. "Oh. I thought you were gonna stay the night?" he croaks. Inside, he's dreading sleeping alone again.

"No." you shake your head. "I've got to stop fooling myself. We're not getting back together, you're not more than a playboy, we're not getting married — and sex with you is better than with anyone else, but a relationship can't bank on that, Satoru."

"I'm being genuine. I told you earlier that I was."

"How can I trust you?" you ask.

"Playboys don't propose marriage." he replies.

"But you're just joking about that!"

"I'm not!" he stresses, "The last time you loved me, I was just a boy. I'm a man now and I know what I want." he says roughly.

You both go silent. Then he starts speaking again, voice softer than before.

"I love you more every time I see you."

You don't say anything back. He looks stricken and confused.

"I'm gonna go." you say.

He purses his lips tightly, looking frustrated that he can't get through to you.

"I'll take you home." he says quietly.

*****

Shoko is just digging around in the freezer for therapeutic ice cream when you come into the entry way.

"You look dreadful."

"Thanks."

"Bad date?"

"The worst..."

"Still love him?"

"... yeah."

"Marriage?"

"I'm in love, not stupid." you reply.

Shoko chuckles. "Come on. Let's catch up on that series. I'm not on-call." she cheers for herself. "We can binge the whole thing."

"Shoko, where would I be without you?" you sigh appreciatively, flopping on the couch next to her, mascara smudged off and all.

"Staying the night with a playboy, probably."

"Can't argue that." you sigh, "Shoko, I'm so dumb for him, what do I do?"

"Wait. Strike at the right moment."

"I'm not a cobra."

"Buy a cobra. Let it loose on him."

"Your humor is so dark, Shoko. I love you."

"Love you more."

*****

Meanwhile, Satoru is with Suguru; who is listening to his sulking best friend.

"I'm so dumb for her. What do I do?" he groans, "Shoko's probably poisoning her against me as we speak."

Suguru thinks deeply. "Shoko..."

"I know!" Satoru nearly starts crying again. He's being so dramatic, it's hard to take him seriously. But Satoru almost never cries. So Suguru seriously thinks about solutions to his problems.

"Shoko!" Suguru realizes.

"I knowww!"

"No, Satoru, Shoko!" Suguru emphasizes, like he's just made a breakthrough, "Shoko is the answer to all your problems!"

"Ew. I'd never date Shoko."

"You're so dense. I'm not suggesting that. Shoko's her best friend, and she listens to whatever she says, like you listen to me."

"You have a point... I'm listening."

"See?" Suguru chuckles, "Now, here's what I think you should do..."

*****

"You want me to talk to Suguru?" you shake your head. "How would that help?"

"He's his best friend. If you want to find out if Satoru's no-good, you go to the best friend."

"Suguru would rather die than expose Satoru. They're not like regular best friends, they're soulmate best friends." you say, nervously touching at your neck.

Shoko shakes her head. "Are you scared to talk to Suguru or something? What actually happened between you two back then? You never told me."

You go silent and wide-eyed. Shoko's jaw drops open.

"No way. Holy shit. Oh my god. You and him...?!"

"... it was just once."

"Holy shit! Was this before, after or during you and Satoru together?"

"I'm loyal as a dog! It was after... I was feeling, um, revengeful, and Suguru was feeling lonely one night... so..."

"Suguru actually did that?! Did Satoru find out?"

"We promised to never talk about it again. You know... Suguru was so nice about it. I remember he laid me down and said "Don't worry, just cum on my tongue" or something. Ugh, he was so hot. He fucked the life out of me — I could barely fucking see straight after."

"Too much information!" Shoko plugs her ears.

You look up at the ceiling dreamily. "He's thicker than Satoru."

"My best friend is a slut!" Shoko cries.

"I am!" you cry back dramatically.

The two of you burst out laughing wickedly.

"To sluts!" Shoko toasts with an ice cream spoon.

You toast with her, "To sluts! The sluttier the better!"

"Are you gonna talk to Suguru, then? Or are you scared of your inner slut coming out?" Shoko asks.

"I'll do it. It'll be fine. I'm sure Suguru doesn't look as good in real life as he does in photos..." you reply.

You exchange a look with her. Immediately, the two of you stalk Suguru's social medias and —

"Seriously? Who doesn't have a single social in this day and age?!" You curse, only finding photos of Suguru with Satoru.

"That's just like him."

"Maybe he has a Linkedin."

"You're desperate."

"Yeah!"

"Wait, here's something...?"

You investigate further.

"It's private?!"

Shoko bursts out laughing with ice cream melting on her tongue.

"Comedy!"

"This is seriously annoying. I'm gonna friend him." you say.

Shoko looks at you. You look at Shoko.

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"You're CRAZY."

"I am!"

"Let me watch, let me watch."

"Okay. I'm doing it."

*****

Satoru is mixing another over-sweetened, non-alcoholic cocktail to be sipped on as if he's drinking his sorrows away.

And Suguru? He's laying on the couch, ghosting social medias that he has no account with, happily enjoying a video of traditional cuisine when suddenly he sees the most outrageous, random, and bizarre notification from his mostly-dead private account.

He makes a suspicious side-eye, thinking it can't be real.

Friend request from @ 𝐘𝐍

@ 𝐘𝐍 wants to send you a message.

@ 𝐘𝐍 hey suguru 😊

"What the fuck." he whispers under his breath, blushing in a panicked kind of way.

Immediately, hot memories of you flood his mind. He sits more upright on the couch, glances nervously to check what Satoru was doing, then looks at your message again.

His heart races.

*****

"This is stupid. He's gonna leave me on read."

"Yeah. I forgot Suguru was notorious for that." Shoko sighs. "Operation: Suguru is a failure, then?"

"Yeah."

You set your phone down and continue binge watching a whole season of a trashy series on Netflix.

Your phone vibrates thirty minutes later. You check it without thinking, then scream so loud it startles Shoko right out of her zen-like Netflix mood.

"NO WAY."

"Is it him? What did he say?"

"He said 'hey'. He's online."

"Well say something!"

You panic, "What do I say?"

"Ask him for coffee! In a non-romantic way!"

"Okay."

wanna go for coffee sometime?

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 is this about satoru or us?

it's about satoru

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 riiight

i'm serious 😠

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 because i wouldn't mind if it's about us

"WHAT." you scream with Shoko.

"REPLY TO HIM."

"I DON'T KNOW HOW."

"GIVE ME YOUR PHONE."

Shoko clacks her nails against the screen viciously, replying to him as you watch her type.

"That doesn't sound like I wrote it."

"Well sorry for being grammatically correct."

"Make it sound sillier."

"There."

Shoko sends it. You watch and wait with bated breath, ignoring the climactic scene on the TV because Suguru Geto was far more attention-grabbing.

"Oh my god." you clap your hand over your mouth. "Is that sexual? Is he being sexual?"

"I have no idea, Suguru's an enigma."

"Do you think Satoru is sitting with him? Are they playing us?"

Shoko shrugs. "I don't know, but I'd read that message if I were you."

You look back to your phone.

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 sooo coffee where and when?

"SHOKO WHAT DO I DO."

"I don't know."

"SHOKO."

"I DON'T KNOW. I'M STUNNED."

"ME TOO."

"I bet Satoru is cackling next to Suguru right now."

"I bet not. Listen to how sultry he is! That's three o's in there!"

Shoko thinks. "Yeah, but Suguru is always sultry. I think they're pulling a joke on us."

*****

Satoru is dozing off while his best friend texts you. Suguru's not resisting his smirk; it's plastered on his face.

@ 𝐘𝐍 tomorrow? 2pm sound ok? 🙈

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 sounds perfect.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞.

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𝐓𝐨-𝐁𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

🔞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈 / 𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝟏𝟖+

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fem reader / Gojo Satoru

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : ex-boyfriend Gojo Satoru comes back into your life claiming to be an ex-playboy who wants to marry you now.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : drama, light angst, explicit sexual content, Shoko walking in on you two, cr**mpie

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ->

"I hate him!" you complain, throwing your keys down angrily as you stomp into your apartment's entrance, ripping your coat off your back and kicking the door shut with your foot.

"Bad date?" Shoko calls from the couch, relaxing with the TV running in the background.

"Awful!" you whined, "The worst I've ever had!"

She laughs and sits up. "Can I say I told you so?"

You blow a heated breath through your nose and march right to the kitchenette, tearing open the freezer and snatching the carton of ice cream out of it. Only after a therapeutic mouthful of ice cream are you ready to give Shoko the full story — and she's all ears.

She'd received your text hours ago about bumping into Gojo in public — and on a day when you were in such a rush that you had no make-up, hair sloppy, ugly shoes on, granny panties riding your ass and all. None of that stopped him from pestering you to get a coffee with him. Though seeing him again after years opened all your wounds, through all the hatred you still loved him so, so much — "Yeah, I've got time." you were so quick to accept a date with the man who broke your heart.

"I'm such an idiot for thinking that he changed! Really; you should have slapped me for giving him a chance."

Shoko raises a brow at you, observing your ruffled hair.

"... did you two get intimate?" she asks.

"What! No!" you deny embarrassedly. "I'm not pathetic enough to screw my ex on the spot!"

She leans closer to you on the couch, eyeing your neck. When she sees a hint of a heart-shaped hickey under your collarbone, she slowly shakes her head at you. There's only one person who ever gave you heart-shaped hickeys.

"Okay... we kissed." you admit.

"Must have been one hell of a kiss." Shoko teases. "So what went wrong?"

"He proposed to me!" you fume.

"Damn, that's crazy. He hasn't seen you in, like — what? Five years?"

"Yeah!!" you stress, "He is crazy — he's always been crazy, mind you. But anyways, I rejected him," you continue.

But Shoko interrupts; "Was this marriage proposal before or after the raunchy sex?" she asks.

"How do you know we — "

" — I'm no detective; but you smell like sex and Gojo Satoru."

"Alright, maybe we did..."

"When and where? Were you safe? Girl, don't let him knock you up — you know that weirdo's got a kink for that." she shakes her head, starting to therapeutically rub your feet as you talk.

"I'm on birth control so I let him bareback — don't look at me like that! He looked so good! And he was smiling at me like — you know how, that smile!" you say through a mouthful of ice cream, digging around in the carton before continuing to tell Shoko about your 'awful' date with your ex-boyfriend.

"... he's bigger than I remember..." you mutter dreamily to yourself, and Shoko whines "Ew." in response. You add; "And the backseat of his car was pretty spacious." to which she responds with another "Ew." so you double-down with "I forgot how hard he hits his strokes. He destroyed me." and, again, Shoko says "Ew.".

"... do you think eight and a half inches is hard to take?" you ask, and she pulls a funny face.

"Eight and a half is crazy. Where do you put all that?" she asks.

"Inside me." you say smugly.

"What steroids is your pussy on?"

*****

"So, then, did he propose marriage to you before or after you let him bareback you in his backseat?" she asks, taking a turn on your ice cream therapy after hearing way too many details about how good her ex-classmate Gojo Satoru fucks.

"... during!" you reply, furiously.

"Haha!" she chuckles, cleaning the spoon of ice cream, "Seriously?"

"Seriously! Balls deep and asking for marriage." you shake your head.

"Was he just asking that because he was pussy-drunk?" Shoko questions.

You stop to think. "Oh... well! That doesn't matter! Pussy-drunk or not, he opened old wounds! You know how much I wanted us to be solid back in the day, and he was just a playboy." you say, bitterly remembering the past.

Shoko's sympathetic, picturing the past with you but through her own lens; to her, you and Gojo were two soulmates that met at the wrong time. The perfect match, the right chemistry. But you were serious and he wasn't. You wanted a relationship that lasted until old-age, and he wanted a honeymoon that lasted less than a year.

You can't remember all the details leading up to the breakup, but you do remember that Gojo moved away and started texting you less and less, until he stopped texting at all. What stung is that you could only conclude that he simply lost interest in you — frightening, how the person you spent nights talking about your world with ends up as distant as another galaxy.

"Can you believe it? He just got hotter with age. I hate it!" you complain bitterly, leaning head-against-head with Shoko as you stalk Gojo's each and every social media.

"I can believe that he's thirty years old." Shoko replies. You chuckle at her side.

"... he looks so good here..." you frown, seeing a photo he uploaded two months ago in Okinawa; celebrating his 30th birthday with Geto Suguru and Nanami Kento. "He and I would have made good kids."

"Oh my god." Shoko shakes her head, "You just said you hated him."

"Yeah! Because he has the audacity to offer me marriage after breaking my heart five years ago! And while pussy-drunk, too!" you fume.

Shoko smiles softly at you. "You love him."

"I do." you say defeatedly.

She pets your hair softly, then ceases momentarily to check her phone. She sighs.

"I've got to go." she says.

"It's 1 AM."

"I'm on-call."

"Quit your job; rob a bank with me and run away to the desert, like we planned 8 years ago." you joke, calling back to what you always said in university whenever Shoko was struggling with her medical degree.

"You're funny. You enjoy that ice cream; I'm gonna go sew someone back together." Shoko winks.

You look at her, grossed-out. "How do you have the stomach for this..."

She shrugs.

You see her out the door, and she rushes off to the hospital, not to return for a long while.

*****

Snuggling into a blanket on the couch with the lights dimmed, you check your phone.

Perhaps it was a mistake to stalk all of Gojo's socials, because you left pawprints all over for him to find you. And boy did he grin like the Cheshire when he saw you in his notifications.

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 liked your post.

Friend request from @ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 wants to send you a message.

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 look who's stalking me 😁

He's sipping on a home-made, non-alcoholic cocktail in his pretty penthouse, pacing back and forth over your "typing" status, clad in his fuzzy slippers with Suguru there for "emotional support".

"She's typing, she's typing." Satoru whispers-shouts to Suguru excitedly.

"Oh is she?"

Satoru nibbles the rim of his cocktail glass, coating his lips with sugar and licking it off, nervously awaiting your reply.

i hate you.

"She said she hates me." he smiles at his screen.

Suguru bursts out laughing, "Why are you smiling about that?"

"It's an inside joke."

"Oh, wow, just forget I'm your best friend, why don't you?" Suguru sasses.

Satoru rolls his eyes back at him, "She told me in the backseat tonight that the line between love and hate is blurry." he explains, "She hates me so much that she loves me even more."

"Does she hate every inch of you?" Suguru jokes.

"All eight and a half." Satoru chuckles naughtily.

"Are you gonna reply to her?" Suguru asks.

"Not yet; I don't want her to think I'm too excited. I've got to wait for at least ten minutes, then I can reply."

Suguru shakes his head at his best friend. "Ridiculous."

Actually, only two minutes pass before Satoru replies to you; he can't stop himself.

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 don't be so mean to your future husband

you mean future ex-husband?

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 wouldn't mind being your ex as long as i'm your favorite ex

🙄 you already are my favorite ex

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 😘

i love you but i also want to 🔪🩸

@ 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 that's hot but can we fuck one more time before you stab me

Satoru becomes totally absorbed in texting you, and Suguru notes how his face is getting redder and how he's gone silent.

Then Satoru starts giggling naughtily.

"Get a room."

"... she wants me to come over." Satoru smiles at the screen.

"What?? It's almost two in the morning." Suguru raises a brow.

"What can I say. I guess she just needs me that badly." he replies smugly.

"Oh, Satoru, don't act like you're not pathetic for her." Suguru laughs.

*****

Satoru's at your door, full of sass and smugness when you open it for him. You're nervously touching at your neck, acting coy and strange as you always have in the presence of someone as attractive as Gojo.

Sex follows after a small, bitter argument — of course. Because if there's one way he knows to shut you up, it's with his hard-hitting strokes.

"Come on, you can take it deeper." he coos into your ear, hugging your body from behind.

"I can't!" you pout.

He spreads your cheeks, exposing both holes to him, "I know you can."

He sighs when he finally pushes himself the rest of the way in, big hands coming to hold your ankles as you flail them around and squeal about how deep he is.

Pounding into you like that doesn't just have you seeing stars, but him too; his breathing becomes choppy, he furrows his brows in focus — jaw too slack for him to close his mouth when it feels this good to rub his cock inside you.

"Babyyy," he whines into your ear, nearing climax, "Will you marry me?"

"Satoru what the f— mmm!" you squeal and feel him go harder, like he's trying to dumb you down on his cock enough to make you say yes to his outrageous proposal.

"Please?" he whines again, getting closer.

His tip pounds into this weird gummy little spot that no one else has found in you except him, and it makes your orgasm build up too quickly for you to cope with. Sloppily going to rub your clit, you whine on the couch pillow that you're close and then he can finally let go.

" 'm cumming inside." he pants.

His eyes roll back while he empties his balls inside you, like he's trying to creampie you so good that he gets you pregnant.

Hearing him enjoy himself so much makes you shiver. You did that to him — you squeezing around him, spasming on his cock, made him lose control.

Calming down takes a while. You sigh when he slides out, feeling the pressure relieved from inside.

"Round twooo?" he asks after catching his breath.

You swat him. "Are you insane?"

"What? I've still got more in me."

"I mean earlier, you asked to marry me — again. That's twice in one day. And we haven't seen each other in five years. You're insane!"

He sees reality taking a hold of you as you scramble to get dressed. Satoru groans dramatically, rolling his eyes and going in for a hug to keep you there on the couch with him, naked.

"Baby." he says softly.

"Don't 'baby' me!" you snap at him.

"Why are you mad?"

"Because five years ago, you said no to marriage and now look at you!"

You look at him, glaring.

"I love it when you glare at me. You're cute when you're mad."

You purse your lips tight.

"I'm sorry." he apologized quickly, "I just couldn't marry you back then."

"Because you were a playboy!"

"Yeah." he admits, and you're taken aback. Gojo Satoru admitting a fault? What reality is this?

"So you admit it!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." he shrugs.

"You're so pathetic." you reply.

His cock twitches. "But I love you."

"I'm not taking you back." you shake your head, and he knows you don't mean it. "Go buy a ring and stick it up your ass for all I care."

"Baby."

"No."

He cups your cheeks, and you immediately become putty in his hands.

Of course, he has to get in a smirking, stupid comment.

"Look who's pathetic now."

"I hate you." you grumble half-heartedly. Satoru grins.

He leans in, bumping noses with you. If there's one thing he loved doing, it was burning his blue eyes into yours until your face went hot and your lips trembled.

"... I'm a different person. You know, it has been five years, after all." he says softly.

You grumble more. "I can't believe it."

"Please."

He nips at your chin, kissing cautiously.

Little kisses up your cheeks, one by one, make you smile and swat for him to stop.

Of course, innocent kisses don't stay innocent forever between you and him, and his back muscles tense as he slowly sinks inside you again.

*****

Shoko comes home to you two hate-fucking, sweaty and panting and all.

"On my couch? Seriously?"

You two jump at her sudden appearance. Her face droops with tiredness, scrubs on and to-go coffee in her hand.

"Sh-Shoko!" you squeal, "I didn't hear you come in..."

She laughs. "Yeah, of course not. You moan too loud."

"She does." Gojo teases, so you smack his bicep to scold him. "Ooh, don't turn me on now."

"Gojo." Shoko says flatly.

"Shoko." he returns. "How are you?" he asks awkwardly.

She places her handbag down and takes her clip-claw out of her hair.

"Good. Just patched a kid up. Sledding accident." she replies.

"Gross." Gojo scrunches his nose.

"Not as gross as coming home to see Gojo Satoru's sticking his dick in my best friend." she replies.

He giggles, while you cover your face in shame. "Does my ass look good from the back though?"

Shoko heaves a sigh. "I'm going to bed." she says, "And will you two open a window? It smells like dick in here."

Gojo howls with laughter on top of you, his laugh reminding you of why you fell in love in the first place.

"Sorry Shoko. Get some rest." you say, though embarrassed still humored.

"Yeah. By the way, Shoko, you'd be the Maid of Honor right?"

"Yup." Shoko nods.

"We are not getting married!"

"... great! I'll tell Suguru to go get a suit tailored."

"Gojo, be serious!"

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