Oneshots & Drabbles || Jujutsu Kaisen

3 | Love the Way You Lie (Gojo x f!Reader)

Summary: He doesn't want you to go, but he's constantly pushing you away. Nobody ever said leaving Gojo Satoru was going to be easy, especially when he decides he wants you to stay.

Warnings: toxic relationship, fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, Gojo being an asshole, slight dacryphilia, breeding, rough sex, cream pie, "accidental" pregnancy

AN: this fic takes inspo from Love the Way You Lie by Eminem, however there is no physical abuse! This is definitely the type of relationship I think a lot of people can relate to, so if it is something that is hard for you to read, or triggering in anyway, please skip!

Posted: 1.3.2023

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Being new to Tokyo Tech, you decided to accept Shoko's invitation and go out to the bars after work one day. You didn't expect your life to change that night by meeting Gojo Satoru, who happened to show up, complaining Shoko was keeping the new girl to herself.

The two of you hit it off immediately, finding common ground in your dislike for the higher ups, and your desire to change the Jujutsu world for the better. After listening to his smooth voice and honeyed words for the better part of the evening you went back to his penthouse with him.

It didn't take long for your legs to be entwined, lips locked in a tender embrace, an instant mutual attraction where your future seemed so bright, high off each other's love that slowly turned into a sickening love-hate.

After a few nights together he went to the higher-ups, insisted he be the one to train with you, to take you out on missions. Even in the beginning, he never wanted you far from him, until he was ready to push you away.

It's the kind of relationship you hear about, only seen in the movies where after every heated argument you're pushed against the wall, or on top of him, hands around his throat as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon.

You hate it, but you also can't help but love how you get lost in each other's touch after every fight. And you love him too much to truly walk away for good. You say you're going to leave, but you're never really gone.

At some point in your relationship boundaries cease to exist, and trust went out the window months ago, the way the two of you were always looking through each other's phones, computers and even stooping so low as to read work emails.

"Where are you going?" He asks as you grab the duffle bag filled with your things, headed for the front door.

"I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving." You answer, cheeks stained with tears.

"No, you're not." He gives a wry, pissed off chuckle before another argument sets in.

More yelling, more tears and after it's all said and done you end up making up the same way you always do, promising it'll never happen again.

And things would be fine for a while after that - when things were good between you, they were great.

His penthouse would be filled with joy and laughter as you watch movies, holding onto one another, but inevitably you would get fed up, try leaving once again.

Both of your words are filled with venom when you fight, argue and scream, as objects are thrown across the room and broken against the wall in frustration because he's so intense, and so are you, fiery and passionate. It's too much together.

You know it but it's so hard to let go because you love him so much.

He makes a mountain out of a molehill, seeing a work related text from Ijichi on your phone, shattering the screen in the palm of his hand in anger as he accuses you of seeing another man behind his back, and in response you would throw the stand his precious glasses sit on, watching it shatter as soon as it hits the ground. You stare each other down, neither relenting until your bags are packed and you're leaving once again, falling back into the same pattern.