kill gojo

pairing: gojo x gn! reader

cw: toxic exes, toxic relationship, unhealthy obsession with one another, hints at cheating, do tell me if a missed any!

wc: 1.08

you're at the brink of your sanity.

and it's all because of your ex boyfriend who is insane himself.

you two have been broken up for eight months— nearly nine. the break up was not your idea. if anything, it was one thing you didn't even think about. you were more than ready to kill for him, to be his ride or die, to be everything and anything he wanted you to be. you used to have an obssesion with having him in your hands and any kind of separation made your heart beat in worry.

when you two broke up, it felt like you were going to split the world in half. the insanity was getting inside your head, the break up felt like the end of the world. you still chased after him since he was everything you knew and you had, but he threw you away and simply looked at you with disgusted eyes before he slamed the doors before your very eyes.

everybody loves somebody

oh, how can one be so beautiful? gojo satoru asks himself.

his blue eyes are illuminated by the sun rays as he stands there admiring you, though he does not stand further than seven feet away from you. his lips are churned upwards with his fingers holding the bouquet of flowers tight, heart beating faster by the second as he simply watches with joy, adoration, and fascination in his gaze.

he cannot stop himself from admiring the sigh before his ocean eyes.

not once in his twenty-seven years of living did he ever think he would find someone reading a book so intriguing, yet here he is: doing just as he thought he never would.

you look so beautiful to him. figure beneath the trees as the wind compliments the way your hair flows with it, feet laid out with your back pressed against the wooden body of the tree. such a simple sight, yet so breathtaking in his eyes.

as he stands there underneath the spring sun, you finally look up from your book and spot the white haired man who admires you from not-so afar. a smile cannot help but etch on your face as he walks over with his hand running through his hair.

"hello amore," his voice is like honey, sweet and smooth as he hands you the bouquet of pink roses. "for you." it cannot be helped that there is a slight blush is on his cheeks as he watches you take the flowers and bring it up to your nose to smell the batch, to him you just look so beautiful even as you do the most mundane action.

"thank you, darling." you say your thanks before you settle it to your lap and usher him to kneel before you, and he does as asked. when he is there on his knees before you, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss against his lips.

sure, gojo satoru may be the strongest man to ever walk this planet, but when he is with your presence: he is nothing but a man who yearns for your love.

so when he feels your lips against his, it‘s just natural for him to fall at ease and press further as his hand moves to hold your cheek. blue eyes fluttering close as when feels your fingers on his nape. all the butterflies in his stomach erupt as his heart beats erratically for you.

sometime, everybody will love someone, and something in your kiss told gojo satoru, his sometime is now.

just friends

“satoru.” you call out the platinum blond man who is standing in front of the shallow lake; his back is facing you when he turns his face, lowering his eye mask to look at whoever is looking at him.

“oh, (y/n)!” he says your name with enthusiasm— which you hope isn’t fake, nearing you with his hands in his pockets. you send him a tight lipped smile, hoping that he would notice the emotion written all over your face. “is there anything you need?” he asks, standing in front of you with his hands on his waist.

you swallow a thick ball of your own saliva, licking your lips as you purposely avoid his face, not wanting to see the emotion that might be portrayed on it. “i want to talk, about something.. if you’re not busy.” you say, messily gathering your confidence together.

you‘re beautiful

"satoru!" you whine as you laugh with happy tears brimming your eyes. he laughs stupidly at your messy eye look that he made.

"i did you so good and you make me look like a curse! unfair!" you whine as your grab your other eye line from your make up bag.

it's currently at the middle of the night and you and gojou are still goofing around like children. you two had a bet that if who lost the game would do the others make up.

while you two are very competitive, you did not wish to lose against your husband who does not know anything about make up. but him being the whiney baby he is, leads you two to this situation.

"you said loser has to remain still! why do i have make-up on me?" you cry but also laugh as you grab your make up wipes from your vanity. he just remains laughing as he watches you try to remove the make up.

"nuh-uh princess, that's staying on." he says as he removes the wipe from you and grabs your wrist towards him.

"no, its not, just look at my eye liner! this isn't even straight!" you say as you point at the eye liner. he turns your body to the mirror and you look at his compared to yours.

"just look at that. your lashes i made them curly and longe, your eye liner straight, your hair so cute tied up. and look at what you did to me you damn sorcerer! where's the justice in that." you say as you point out the difference. he isn't even listening, he's just scrolling on his phone.

"are you even listening?" you say as you look at his phone and whatever he's doing.

"look at this. i should post this, shouldn't i?" he asks as he shows you a photo he took of the both of you while you were having your fit.

your face a total wreck with the eye liner not in place and the crusty mascara on your lashes, you just look, horrid.

"don't you fucking dare." you threat as you try to reach our for his phone. but you're too late he has his hand raised over his head, his phone up high.

"what do you think of the students when they see their teacher messed up like that?" he cheekily teases as he bends down. his hot breath fanning over your lips.

"fuck you." you whisper before encasing his lips against yours. you catch him off guard as soon as you press your lips against his but this only lasts for a split second. he already knows what you're trying to do.

in a sly manner his slides his phone through the armhole of his long sleeve, sliding it across his body until it falls on the waist band of his pants.

"what are you trying to do princess?" he says, slightly out of breath. you press the tip of your nose against his as you try to search for his phone on his phone.

"where'd your phone go?"

"oh, so thats what you wanna do, huh?" he chuckles as he grabs you by the waist and tosses you to the soft matress of the bed. you plop down with a yelp as you prop yourself, but gojo gets ahead of you and places his hands over your wrist.

"unfair princess you have to finish what you started." he says as he spreads his legs, straddling you. you let out a small whine as you look at him kn the eye with a small pout present in your face.

"delete the photo first." you say.

"no. why would i?" he asks as he presses his forehead against you. his body now trapping you.

"because i look horrid, look at me satoru." you say as you try to wave your arm off. he cocks you a brow, confused.

"you look adorable, what do you mean."

"the damn make up smudging over my face. i look like a mess." you say as you struggle to get off. he hums in confusion before puckering his lips and pressing them against yours.

"i think you look cute." he says as he shifts his body, completely relaxing over you. you cock him a curious brow, slightly confused as to where he's going with this.

"with or without make-up, messy or not, you're very beautiful. i don't get why you're confused about that." he says as he presses another kiss on your lips. a smile spreads over your lips as you look at him with a loving look into his eyes.

"you really think so?" you ask.

"a million hundred percent." he says before pressing his lips against yours locking them together. he frees both your hands and your hands immediately moves to his neck pulling him closer.

he bites your lower lip making you release a small moan giving him a chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. his hands move to your waist easily swapping your positions.

his tongue bottoms yours out as he plays with yours, not missing a part, while his hands move to yours ass slightly squeezing them.

you inhale a tad bit before moving away to break the kiss. a small string of saliva following as you two break it earning a small chuckle from you.

he smiles at your reaction as he moves his hands to your waist and slightly massaging it.

"don't worry about your looks baby, you're beautiful to me. the most beautiful being made in the world."