The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Gojo locked the door and turned, eyes landing on her sitting in the middle of the bed.

She wouldn't look at him. Couldn't.
She needed him to not ask anything.

But she knew better.

"How was your first time?" he asked, voice too casual, too forced. A fake smile stretched across his lips, but his eyes—they were dead serious.

Her hands clenched over her lower stomach, pressing against the ghost of his touch.

Three times.

She never thought her first would be with the King of Curses, a man who broke her before he ever kissed her. Someone who played with her body like a toy and called it satisfaction.
A stranger, an enemy—not the man she wanted.

Her grandmother's words resurfaced,

"Life will be hard henceforth."

She wished she could tell Gojo that it should have been him. That yesterday should have been their night. But that wouldn't change anything.

He already blamed himself too much.

"Three times," she murmured instead, correcting him.

Gojo whistled, but his fingers tightened at his sides as he climbed into bed.

Each tear that slipped from her lashes felt like a blade to his throat.

Why am I crying?
I liked it, didn't I?
But seeing Sato like this...

"In one minute?" he teased, kicking off his shoes, pulling her into his arms as if nothing was wrong. He covered her trembling body with the blanket, wiping the tears that still escaped.

She shook her head, unable to speak. But she didn't need to. He felt it in the way she curled into him, how her fingers clung to his wrist like she was drowning.

He kissed her forehead, feeling her flinch when his lips brushed the fresh bite on her neck.

His stomach twisted. Sukuna might turn her into a toy. And worst of all—he let this happen.

She lifted her face. Their lips brushed. A deep, salty kiss sealed what words couldn't.

Gojo tightened his arms around her, holding her closer, drinking in her pain, her guilt, her regret.

"Was it painful?" His voice cracked before he could mask it.

"Only at first," she whispered.

A breath of relief escaped him—but it wasn't enough. He should have been the first, last, only. But Sukuna took everything.

"Don't blame yourself," she murmured, guiding his hand lower, pressing his palm against her stomach. Her eyes glistened, her lips trembled.

His breath caught.

"Shit—that animal came inside?" She tensed.That wasn't what she meant.

"Umm... okay, so you have to take the pills, since technically it's Yuji's sperm and we can't let him be a teenage dad. Also, that would make you a pedo and land you in jail, so you choose!"

She stared at him. That was not where she expected him to go. A small, tired laugh slipped past her lips.

"You always say the worst things at the worst time," she muttered.

"I know. It's my charm," he shrugged, then sobered. "But listen. I won't let our first time be about forgetting him. I won't let it be because you pity me either."

His fingers grazed her jaw, tilting her face to his. "You feel me?"

She nodded, slowly. "I didn't want you to feel that way... Sorry." Her voice dropped.