Hey !! Author here, I've written plenty of silly fics in the far past - when I was a child that is. I've found that my writing has changed a significant amount and have decided to revive myself. Think of this as redemption
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synopsis:one too many women at this wedding think they've got a shot with gojo satoru. but what they fail to realize is none of them are you, the one who holds his unwavering devotion.
contentwarning(s):plot before the eventual smut so 18+ mdni, afab/fem! reader, mentions reader wearing a dress, established relationship, unprotected sex, gojo's impatient so you guys get it on an empty room upstairs, exhibitionism (sorta kinda?), brief mentions of jealousy, pet names.
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For the fifth time this evening, Gojo's teeth catch his inner cheek, biting back a smile that threatens to spread across his lips.
You've got a cute habit of toying with pieces of your clothing or whatever object was within your range whenever something's nagging at your mind. He wonders to himself if this was something you were aware of.
Unconscious of Satoru's intense gaze on you, you idly gulp down a cold glass of water and breathe a heavy sigh.
As the evening persists, you're starting to feel your social battery deplete by the second. It's been almost a whopping 5 hours since the wedding reception began, and with every hour that crept closer to midnight the more you wanted to throw in the towel and go home.
The poor music selection blaring from the speakers stationed around the venue— a collection composed by the newlywed couple, you presume— didn't aid in your fight to stay here any longer than necessary.
Your index finger mindlessly loops and unloops around the straps of your attire, and Gojo can't help but softly knock his foot with yours underneath the table to pull you out of your daze.
