Warnings: mentions of sex, but nothing explicit
To Be More
In all honesty, you really don’t know how the arrangement between you and Gojo came to be. It just...happened.
A couple months ago, Gojo decided to thow a party. Came totally out of the blue, but that was Gojo for you. While responsible adults like yourself had work to do, Gojo just didn’t care about the reports he had to write up. Instead, he bothered everyone to attend. And there was only so much pestering from Gojo people can put up with, so ultimately everyone agreed. You and Nanami took the longest to break, but as usual Gojo wins in the end. He even managed to get Utahime and the Tokyo students to come.
Forget being the Strongest sorcerer. The better title would be the most annoying sorcerer.
The students were doing their own thing. Shoko and Utahime were downing drinks together and the latter was complaining to the Reversed Cursed Technique user about who knows what. You had a hunch it was about Gojo if her irritated look was anything to go by. Nanami holds his liquor pretty well so he was just having his drinks quietly and occasionally talked with Yuji.
Out of all the people Gojo could annoy, he decided to bother you throughout the whole night. Like Gojo, you weren’t the type to drink. So you were completely aware and ticked off. His damn stupid coy smile didn’t help. He knew exactly what he was doing and enjoyed every second of it.
You don’t understand why he does. Any chance he gets, Gojo would tease you nonstop. Whether that be in a teacher’s meeting or a meeting with Yaga or on missions together or in front of the students. There was no place you would be safe from Gojo. The party was no different.
Except this time, Gojo took it up a notch.
While Gojo still teased you with his words, he teased you with his actions too. Sliding his hand up and down your arm, brushing his fingers over the back of your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear, and rubbing your lower back. Gojo would always push your boundaries, but you knew he would back off if you said so. But you didn’t. The rational side screamed at you, but you didn’t listen. Instead you leaned into him, inviting more of his touches.
Gojo was undeniably attractive and you would be lying if you said you didn’t stare at him at times. However, it was no secret that he has casual flings with people. Men and women would turn their heads every time he walked down the streets. They would try to charm him in an attempt to get lucky, only to realize Gojo was charming them. And you fell prey to his charms too.
One thing led to another and next thing you knew, Gojo took you to one of the spare rooms and had you writhing and gasping under him. He certainly knew what to do to make you feel good and without a doubt you can say sex with Gojo was the best sex you ever had. Though his cocky nature at the end where he boasted about how great his dick was a turn off.
After that night, you figured things would go back to normal. That you and Gojo would forget what happened and carry on with your lives. It was just a one time thing, was your thought.
One night turned into two, then three, and then you just stopped counting. Either you would go to him or Gojo would burst into your room and things would escalate from there. Neither of you actually talked about what was the nature of your relationship, but it was easy to figure out that it was no strings attached type of deal. You both were teachers and coworkers by day and a pair of horny animals by night.
It was just how things were between you and Gojo. Just friends with benefits. And you were fine with it.
You don’t look up from your reports when you hear the all too familiar voice.
“What? Are you horny again?”
You pause to look up at him. A smile was plastered on his face and in his hands was a plastic bag. Either souvenirs or some sort of sweets, you guess.
“I mean I don’t mind taking you right now, but I’m pretty sure that I tired you out pretty good from last night.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows.
Your thighs press together, feeling the ache between them. It was just your luck to pass by Shoko in the hallway earlier today. The slight limp you had didn’t go unnoticed by her. There was a knowing look in her eyes and you had a feeling she knew about the arrangement. If anyone would know, it would be Shoko.
“No shit. Seriously, where do you get your stamina from?”
“Comes with being the strongest sorcerer.” He puffs his chest out.
You roll your eyes. The same card he will always play when it comes to anything he does. “Right. Now what do you want? Are you just here to distract me from work?”
A pout forms on his lips. “Cupcake, why do you make it sound like a bad thing that I’m here?”
“Because it is a bad thing,” you deadpan. If Gojo is anywhere near you, then any plans you had to get things done are thrown out the window. And he is unapologetic about it. What a menace. “Unlike you, I actually try to get my work done instead of waiting till last minute.”
Gojo gasps dramatically and places a hand over his chest to feign being offended. “You wound me! After I came here with your favorite dessert!”
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Gojo approaches your desk to set the bag down before taking out a pink box. Inside were your favorite pastries that you love to eat from a certain bakery.
“You...actually did get my favorite desserts.” You blink slowly.
“Of course I did. I would never forget what you like.”
“...Thanks..,” you mumble out. Truthfully, you were caught off guard. You didn’t think Gojo would go out of his way to buy you something.
You plan to eat your treats later, as sort of a reward after you finished your work but Gojo wasn’t going to allow that. He quickly snatches your pen and reports away and pushes the box in front of you.
“Just do the reports later, eat the pastries now.” “I wanted to eat them after I’m done with my reports.” “Why eat them later when you can do it now?”
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. This man, you don’t even know how you handle him on a daily basis. “You’re impossible.”
“You mean the greatest.” He grins.
You resist the urge to smack him on the head. Wouldn't have worked anyway, he has Infinity on. So you decide to indulge him and eat a pastry. The sweet and fruity flavor dances across your tongue and you hum in approval, a smile curling on your lips. You notice that Gojo was watching you.
“You can have one you know. There’s a lot.”
“Aww, you’re too kind to offer me one of your favorite pastries, Cupcake.”
You expect him to reach for the box. Nope. Foolish thinking on your part. When did Gojo do anything that you expect of him?
He leans forward so he could hold your chin in his hand and lick the corner of your lips, his tongue lingering on your skin. He pulls away a little, still close to your lips, a satisfied smile on his face. He doesn’t kiss you though. There was a rule. In your arrangement, there was no kissing. That doesn’t mean he can’t distract you in other ways.
“Sweet. You have good taste Pumpkin.” he murmurs. “You don’t mind if I have more right?”
You don’t get anything done that day.
You weren’t the greatest at making sweet things. You bake when you have free time and have spare ingredients around the kitchen. It was a relaxing activity and much slower paced compared to exorcising curses. Today you had no classes to teach or missions to take. So, you look around the kitchen and find that there were the exact ingredients to make kikufuku.
That reminds you of something. Gojo wouldn’t stop whining to you the other day about his favorite bakery where he gets his kikufukus from was shutting down. He acted like he got shot or something. Like he would not be able to go on without his precious sweet treats. To soothe his woes, you decide to make kikufukus.
You don’t know if your kikufukus would be good as the one in the bakery, but it was worth a shot. Maybe then Gojo would stop barging into your room to give another speech about why it was the end of the world without his dessert.
The music from your phone flows through the air and you hum along to the tune, swaying your hips side to side as you make the sweet treat. Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you from the doorway. Only when you turned around did you let out a shriek.
“Don’t mind me, I was just watching the show. Just pretend I’m not here.” He says with a cheeky grin. In his hands was his phone. He was recording you.
A groan leaves your lips. “You're not going to delete that, are you?”
“Nope~” he sings. “You look cute dancing to the music.”
You regret making him the kikufukus, but the deed was already done and you didn't want your hard work to go to waste.
“So, what are you doing?”
Walking over he leans over your shoulder and he perks up, a bright smile painting his lips.
“Did you make these just for me, Cupcake?”
“No, these are for the students.”
“Cupcake!” He whines, resting his chin on top of your shoulder.
You huff, shaking your head, Acting just like a child. Sometimes you forget this is the same man that people fear. “No, these are for you. Who else would eat kikufukus anyway?”
And just like that he lights up again, his arms wrapping around your body and giving you a tight squeeze. “Pumpkin, you shouldn’t have!”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have wasted my time making these for you.” you nod, but you couldn’t help but smile a little at the happiness in his tone.
“But you made them for me anyway. I’ll be sure to eat all of them.”
He removes himself from you so he could stand next to you. Instead of just taking one of the desserts, he just looks at you with a smile.
“Feed me.” he says simply, tapping his lips.
You don’t even try arguing with him. Taking one of the kikufukus, you hold it up to his lips. He eats it whole, his lips pressing against your fingertips and his tongue darting out to catch any sweet remnants that may have clung to your skin. Your eyes glance towards the ground, shuffling your feet and rubbing the back of your neck.
“This is my first time making kikufukus so I’m not sure how good it is or if it’s anything like the bakery.”
“You’re right, it’s nothing like it.”
You try to ignore the pang that hits your heart. It was to be expected. It’s not like you could master something on the first attempt. But you hoped that he would like it. Hoped that he would enjoy the kikufukus that he made. You were just too hopeful.
Two fingers hook under your chin and raised your head so you could look at Gojo. A warm smile was on his face.
“Your kikufukus are much better.”
His genuine words cause your eyes to widen. You feel the warmth blossoming in your chest and your heart beating faster. Unsure of what to say, you avoid his eyes again.
“Did I make you shy, Cupcake? I’m telling the truth you know. Your kikufukus are the best,” he coos. “Now you can make them for me all the time!”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you show him a pointed look. “I’m not making these anytime you ask for them.” Gojo laughs. “Oh Pumpkin, you can’t resist me.”
You hate that he’s right.
The bed dips behind you. A pair of arms encircle your waist and tugs you back towards something solid behind your back. You keep your eyes trained on your phone in front of you. Soft lips run over your neck and warm hands slip under your shirt to caress your stomach. It wasn’t to excite, but rather to comfort.
“Mhmm,” Gojo hums, nuzzling your neck. “Just wanna cuddle.”
Lately, that’s all Gojo wanted to do. Normally when Gojo came to your room, it meant one thing and only one thing: sex. But nowadays he comes over to flop down next to you on the bed to cuddle. If he’s lucky, he would even take a nap. You have to admit, it was nice being held by Gojo. Since he was so big, he easily engulfs you in his arms and he was warm.
Shutting your phone off you turn over so you could face him. Your eyes land on his blindfold. You’ve seen his eyes before. Beautiful eyes. You could get lost in his crystal blue eyes for hours. It was a shade that you’ve never seen before. You want to see them, but the only time you see his eyes are during missions or during sex when he lets you take it off.
It was as if Gojo could read your mind. Knowing just how powerful he was, you wouldn’t put it past him.
“Go ahead Pumpkin.” he smiles at you.
You slide the blindfold down to his neck, revealing the shining diamonds. They never fail to steal your breath away. Your fingers stroke his cheek before going up to his hair.
“You love to stare at me, don’t you?”
“Don’t ruin the moment Satoru.”
He chuckles. “Right. Fine art should be admired in silence.”
You turn away from him, ignoring his whines. He pesters you. Eventually, you give in. He sure was persistent, you’ll give him that. When he wants something, he’ll get it.
“Okay fine fine, you big baby,” you huff, turning back over. Your fingers weave through his hair and he sighs happily, closing his eyes and pushing his head into your hands more.
“Can we stay like this for a bit?”
You have a meeting with Gakuganji soon. If you stay in bed with Gojo, you know you won’t arrive on time.
Scooting forward, you press your face against his chest. The sound of his heart beats in your ear. Steady like a drum. Your eyes flutter close and you snuggle into him further. Every time you were in his arms, it was like being enveloped in a safe, warm blanket. Nothing can hurt you. You don’t want to leave his arms.
“As long as you keep holding me.”
His lips brush against your forehead.
“I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
Yaga scolded the both of you later, but it was well worth it.
It was stupid. So, so stupid. You shouldn’t have to worry so much and yet you do. It was like a switch was turned on in your brain and you just can’t shut it off.
Gojo was on a month long mission overseas. He was fine. You know he’s fine. The title of the strongest sorcerer was given to him for a reason. He can easily take care of an army of special grade curses in less than a second. He has Infinity; he was untouchable.
Still, you worry for him. You think about the things that can go wrong. Life was unpredictable. Anything can happen. But Gojo should be fine. He is fine. He calls you when he can and he would talk to you about his day with a cheery tone. Everything was fine.
You don’t know why you worry about him so much. This wasn’t the first time he went on a long mission. But for some reason, this time it felt different. The distance between the two of you stirred something inside you. You yearn for him. You...miss him.
To take your mind off things (or you hope that you can distract yourself), you planned to go out and do some shopping. Get some new clothes or jewelry. Maybe something to impress Gojo with when he returned. Sometimes you don’t know why you have these thoughts.
As you were about to leave, the door bursts open and the person who has been stuck in your mind appears right in front of you.
“Look who’s back~” Gojo sings.
You stare at him, speechless. For a moment you don’t do anything, just simply absorbing his form. He was here. He was okay. The voices inside your head begin to quiet down until all you could hear was the beating of your heart.
“Cat got your tongue, Pumpkin?” he tilts his head to the side, a teasing smile on his face.
Without a word you embrace him, hiding your face in his chest. You give him a tight squeeze before mumbling,”Welcome back.”
“Looks like someone missed me.” He chuckles. “I missed you too Cupcake.”
His hand strokes your hair in a soothing manner. It felt nice, but you needed more. You needed to touch him, feel him. Pulling away your lips latch onto his neck, your fingers digging into his shoulder. Gojo sighs blissfully, tilting his neck to the side. More, you needed more.
Gojo already knows what you want. He always knows. Gripping the back of your thighs he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around your waist.
“Let’s make up for lost time, yeah?” he whispers into your ear.
When you were lying next to Gojo after sex, you realized then why it felt different. Why you missed him so much. Why you wanted more. Why you felt unsatisfied with the way things were between the two of you. Why you weren’t fine with the arrangement anymore.
“So, did something happen?”
You stop stirring the spoon inside the cup and look at Shoko. Her cheek rests against her hand and her lips were pressed in a thin line.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything is fine Shoko,” you lie through your teeth. Obviously Shoko sees right through you.
“Then why do you look at Satoru like you can’t have him? Aren’t you two a thing?”
An ache settles in your heart. You sigh, glancing down at your cup of tea. “Not exactly. We’re not in a relationship, we just have sex with each other. Supposed to be casual, no strings attached.”
“But you got attached to Satoru.” Shoko connects the dots. “So, what’s the problem? Why don’t you confess?” she says it so easily, like it was just a simple puddle of water to cross. To you, it was like crossing the rough seas while on a makeshift raft.
“I can’t confess Shoko.” You shake your head vehemently as if the idea was absurd. Which to you, it was. “It’s a mutual thing. It’s supposed to stay casual. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. Besides, all Gojo does is have casual arrangements. He’s not into serious commitment.” a twinge of sadness hits you.
“That may be true, but not when it comes to you. Believe me, Satoru wants you just as much as you want him. He won’t stop talking about you every time he comes to bother me.” Shoko sighs. “It’s sweet and all, but he should be saying all those things to you, not me.”
It sounds too good to be true. You want to believe Shoko, you really do, but the fear holds you back. You just didn’t see Gojo being into you. “I don’t know Shoko...,” you shift in your seat. “Maybe I’ll just break it off with him and look for someone else.”
“Is that what you really want to do?”
You say that, but it was another lie. More so to convince yourself than Shoko.
The people on the dating site you were on were attractive, but not as attractive as the white haired shaman who was resting between your naked legs. Like always Gojo tires you out during sex because of his seemingly unlimited stamina, but he’s always sweet afterwards. It was something you enjoyed before, but now it leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.
You continue to look through different profiles while stroking Gojo’s hair. Eyes closed and nuzzling into your stomach, you wish you could be content as he was in this moment. As soon as you pulled your hand away to rub your eye, Gojo whines in protest. You go right back to playing with his hair and he settles down.
“Whatcha doing on your phone?” he asks with a light tone, propping his chin on top of your stomach and gazing at you with his bright eyes.
“Seeing which guy I should date.” you answer without taking your eyes off the screen. Better to rip the bandaid off right way than prolong it.
You feel him stiffen but then he laughs. “Oh pumpkin, you know you won’t find someone better than me!”
You know that. As much as he annoys you and acts childish a lot of the time, you don’t want anyone but him. But you’re just something casual to him. The more you stay, the more it’ll hurt. It’s better to break away from him now.
“Satoru, we just have sex when we get horny or need to blow off steam. I want...,” you pause to take a breath, putting your phone away. “I want something serious.”
“Is that all you see our relationship as? Just sex?” his voice suddenly goes quiet.
He pushes himself up so he hovers above you. His gaze was too intense so you look away but he cups your cheek and turns your face back to him. The pressure inside your chest starts to grow and you’re afraid it’s going to burst soon.
“You don’t think we can be something more? You never thought about it?”
You’re sure his eyes can see straight into your soul. Under his gaze you were bare, exposed, vulnerable. You can’t hide or escape from him.
“I’ve thought about it,” you confess.
“I have too. I think about how cute we’d be online when we post pictures together. People would get jealous of how good we are as a couple. And I get to take you out on dates. Anywhere you want to go. And...” his thumb presses against your soft lips. “I would get to kiss your pretty lips.”
You don’t know how to feel or what to think. He was looking at you like you were his entire world. You want to believe, oh you so badly want to believe.
“You’re not playing with me right?” your voice comes out shaky. “You’re not lying to me?” If this was one big joke, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Baby...,” he says in a hushed voice. The intimate petname makes you shudder. “I would never play with your heart like that. I would never hurt you.”
His eyes reflect pure honesty. He meant it. He meant every word. He wanted more. He wanted you. Not in the lustful kind of way, but in a relationship kind of way.
The pressure inside your chest bursts but all you feel is warmth spreading throughout your whole body. A smile spreads across your lips and Gojo mirrors your action. Looking into each other’s eyes for a moment, you both naturally come together to share a kiss.
Nothing tastes sweeter than Gojo’s lips.
