gojo satoru x f! reader
❝ I'll lower the debt as long as you spread your legs for me, darling ❞
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨...
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"It hurts" you whispered, your body exhausted and covered in a tapestry of hickeys while Gojo held you tightly from behind.
"Don't you dare to flirt with him again," Gojo warned firmly, his tone laced with concern. "Next time, if you want to smoke, just tell me, and I'll buy it for you."
"Promise me," he continued, "don't invite him into our home, don't let him touch you, and don't share a smoke with him. I don't want to burden you with a hundred or a thousand conditions but—."
"I swear," you protested earnestly, "we didn't do anything."
Gojo's expression softened, and he sighed deeply. "I trust you, Y/n, but the way that bastard keeps chasing after you, openly showing his affection, it's really messing with my head and making me confused and nervous. you get how I'm feeling, right?"
He paused, his gaze unwavering. "and what about you? Do you have feelings for him?" The room fell silent, tension thickening the air.
Your voice was barely a whisper as you finally responded, "What if I do?"
Gojo's heart dropped, his eyes widening in shock as he struggled to find words. "What...?"
"I'm not dumb... how could I not see his real intentions in approaching me?" you mumbled, clutching your leg tightly, your expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability.
"My ideal type is someone gentle," you continued in a soft voice, almost as if you were thinking aloud. "Even if he's not rich, even if he has his moments of weakness, we can support each other."
Gojo froze, a sharp pang in his chest as your words reached his ears. He sat there in silence, his hand slipping away from you, and then abruptly stood up. He gathered his scattered clothes and began to dress without a word.
"You're leaving?" you asked, your eyes following him as he buttoned his shirt, ready to walk away.
"Gojo Satoru, stop!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with desperation, as he stood with his back to you.
He turned slowly to face you, uncertainty in his eyes.
"Shall we continue this?" you questioned, your voice trembling with emotion.
Gojo's eyes betrayed a hint of pain as he turned his gaze away, his hand on the doorknob. Without saying a word, he opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving you in a silence filled with unspoken words.
Every step Gojo took made his heart race uncontrollably. He fumbled to unlock his car and settled into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Did I do anything wrong?" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with self-doubt.
