the little things || gojo x f!reader

lost in yesterday

a/n: smut-ish

light pours in from the bedroom windows through languid, flowing curtains. You wake up, feeling exhausted despite taking such a long sleep into the afternoon. Looking to the left, you notice that Gojo's spot is empty, meaning he's already left for jujutsu tech, no doubt taking his students on another mission. 

The first thing you notice when you reach for your phone on your nightstand is that you're completely naked. You look around in confusion, pulling all of the strewn blanket on yourself, when you remember what transpired the night before. 

Your face goes warm as you remember Gojo's face, his voice in your ear, his head between your legs, his hands, his-

"Oh shut up." You tell your brain, and try to reach for the clothes scattered across the floor near your bed. You notice you're extremely sore as you put on your shirt and shorts. Walking to the bathroom, images flash through your brain of Gojo with his hand on the headboard, you squirming under him, his biceps flexing as he-

"Wait, what the hell!" You yell, your throat kind of sore. You glance towards the bed and see the broken headboard and realize that he split the damn thing in half last night. You limp over to it, trailing your hands over the broken wood that resembles his tight grip on it and smile slightly. Gojo's sultry voice rings in your ear as you recollect: 

"I bet all the neighbors can hear you, how are you going this crazy already? "

Your brain is really trying to spite you today.  

"Stupid Gojo," you say, limping over to the bathroom again and looking in the mirror. Marks everywhere. Literally everywhere. Some are by your neck, behind your ears, and you notice some on your collarbones and chest. You fold your arms in annoyance, knowing you have a night shift and it's going to take a while to cover these up. You take off your clothes, noticing more by your stomach and inner thighs.

"You look so pretty when you cry," Gojo says from your memories. You hit your head with annoyance as you step into the shower, butterflies forming in your stomach as you remember the exact context of his statement. It was against the window, 50 floors up, and the overstimulation was getting to you. 

Damn. You kind of want another round right now. He wasn't even here but had that effect on you. How many rounds had you gone last night? Too many to count. You wash yourself, trying to wash out the moments from last night so you can get focused on work, but you can't. You smile knowingly. 

It was just too good. 

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song: lost in yesterday - tame impala (fits the theme lol)

a/n: i've got writer's block. ALSO, YALL I CAN'T WRITE SMUT. idk how to. i just read smut LMAOOO. i have all these thoughts about Gojo but i can't transcend them into words for some reason? it's so weird. i just get shy lol. anyways, this was my attempt at an nsfw-ish script. it's cringe.

thanks for reading yall :DD