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“Baaaabe.”
“I’ll say this for the first and last time - leave me alone. I have to finish at least three more hours of work before I can call it a day, Satoru.”, you reply, voice stern, but your boyfriend doesn’t even take notice of your evident annoyance. “But you promised!”, he whines, his crystal blue eyes sparkling with mischief, lips pulled into one of his smug smiles you used to hate but have grown to love over the past few years, “I remember it clearly, you said ‘if you take Friday off, I’ll be yours all day, oh-wonderful-boyfriend-of-mine’!” You just roll your eyes at his antics and shake your head, fingers furiously typing away on your keyboard. “And here I am, having taken a day off from work just to spend some quality time with my favorite woman, but she rejects me!”, he continues and lets out a fake sob. You finally snap, turning around in your chair and pinching the bridge of your nose. “Gojo Satoru. I clearly stated that I cannot take another day off just to spend it lazing with you in bed, and that you’d have to wait until Saturday to get some cuddles. Today is Friday, meaning I have to work - as do almost all other normal adults. You knew that when you took the day off.” Your boyfriend just laughs. “I did know that, yes, but I just like hassling you so much.” You glare at him. “Oh, believe me, I know. But I really need to finish my work, so go play by or with yourself, I honestly don’t care. Just leave me alone, you big needy baby.”
Gojo just continues to grin, your annoyance clearly giving him life. “See, you’re not even mad at me, not really - you even used a pet name!” You close your eyes for a few seconds and inhale deeply, desperately trying to recall any of the lessons your meditation app has given you on ‘inner peace’. “I was insulting you.”, you finally reply with the patience of a saint, but internally, you’re violently whacking him over the head with your notebook. And your chair. Maybe even your desk. The thought brings a smile to your lips. “Daydreaming about me?” The smile immediately dies on your lips. When you open your eyes again, Gojo’s face is mere millimeters from yours, and you notice - not for the first time - how preposterously long his eyelashes are. Truly wasted on an ungrateful man like him. “Daydreaming about how to make you disappear without leaving a trace, yeah.”, you answer, and he chuckles, long fingers sliding under your chin to tilt it up. His lips hover over yours without touching just yet, and you hate how your body betrays you by automatically leaning closer to him. He grins wolfishly, clearly thinking he’s won.
“Hear me out.”, you quickly say before your last rational brain cell says goodbye and you start kissing him senseless, “Give me one more hour. Then we can do whatever you want, I promise.” Gojo seems to mull the idea over, before clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Why wait for something I can have now?”, he then asks, and you groan, sending a militia of harmful thoughts at him, before finally deciding to try your last resort - utter seriousness. You know he loves pushing you, always testing your limits, but he’d never actually cross the line. He respects you and your relationship too much. “Please, ‘toru.”, you just say, and give him a pleading look out of your best puppy eyes, trying to melt his heart. Gojo purses his lips, before sighing and letting go of your chin. “Fine. You have one hour, pretty girl, but then you’re all mine.” With that, your tall boyfriend winks at you and strolls out of the room, whistling happily while doing so. You just sigh and try to gather your wits, swiveling around in your chair, eyes now glued on your computer screen again. “One hour.”, you mumble, and begin to furiously type on your keyboard, “I can do that… I hope.”
//
Somehow, you miraculously get most of your work done in the hour Gojo has so graciously given you. Which is good, because on the dot, he strolls back into your makeshift home office, smile blindingly bright while he almost sings your name. “How’s my pretty girl doing? All done for the day, I hope?”, he asks, using your shoulders as his armrest while leaning over your body to squint at the screen of your computer, his weight almost crushing you. You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he quickly slides his arms from your shoulders and tightens them around your torso. You finally just give up, and slump back against his chest. “Yeah, I’m done.”, you answer quietly, trying to fight off a tired yawn but failing, eyes drooping a bit. The change in Gojo is immediate, he quickly pulls back and turns you around in your office chair, worry dancing in his bright eyes. “Tired?”, he asks softly, all traces of humor gone while he takes in the dark circles under your eyes and the exhausted half-smile you give him. He cradles your face with one hand, thumb tracing your lower lip while he tilts your head back, brushing a soft kiss against your mouth. “Just a bit. Insomnia has been kicking my butt again lately.”, you reply softly, and he nods knowingly. “I’ve noticed, you’ve been tossing and turning a lot.” “Did I wake you?”, you ask worriedly, but Gojo just shakes his head, the corner of his lips curling into a small smile. “Nah, never. You know I sleep like a rock.”
Before you can ask how he can know about you tossing and turning then, he nuzzles your nose and pulls you out of your chair. “I have an idea - how about we make the Summer Rolls we’ve been planning for dinner tonight some other time and order take-out instead? And we can watch that new true crime documentary you’ve been talking about. Cuddles are obligatory, of course.” You feel some of the exhaustion drain from your body at his gentle words, and nod happily. “That sounds perfect, ‘toru.”, you say with an honest smile, and he grins, obviously pleased with himself. “I truly just have the best ideas. And if you behave, I might even let you scratch my back.”, he adds cheekily, already pulling you with him out of the room, and you huff. “Don’t you mean you will scratch mine?”, you reply, and he chuckles. “Now don’t be ridiculous, babe. I’m nice, but not that nice. I’ll let you decide what food to order though.” Gojo shoots you a grin when he sees your dark expression, knowing how much you dislike having to decide what to eat for dinner. How could you have known that this would be the one thing most difficult about being an adult, having to decide what to make for dinner each and every night?! It’s truly just a never ending battle. “I hate you.” “Nah, you don’t.” … You hate that he’s right.
//
About an hour later, you have both basically wolfed down your dinner - you had decided to order sushi-, and are finally ready to watch the new Nightstalker documentary. You’re currently bundled up in your favorite fluffy throw blanket, Gojo’s head resting on your lap while you gently run your fingers through his soft white hair, making him purr at the sensation. “See, this is so much better than two more hours of work.”, he mumbles sleepily, bright eyes blinking up at you, clearly waiting for you to agree. You just purse your lips, pretending to think about it. “Mhm, I guess.”, you finally say, a smile tugging on your lips. “You love me so much, it’s almost a bit embarrassing.”, your boyfriend says smugly, closing his eyes. You just groan, before muttering “Lord, give me patience” under your breath. Gojo opens one eye again. “Don’t you mean ‘Lord, give me strength’?” You shake your head. “Believe me, if the Lord gave me strength, I would just end you, strongest and most powerful sorcerer of the century or not.” A giggle bubbles from Gojo’s lips and he props himself up on one elbow to give you a deep, lingering kiss, making your toes curl and breath hitch. “You know that I love you, right? Like, a lot.”, he mumbles against your lips when he draws back, sounding very serious all of the sudden, but you just roll your eyes at him. “Oh, I know. You’re alright too, I guess.”, you reply, and begin to softly trace his sharp jawline and beautifully carved cheekbones with one finger. He’s truly just so well-rounded physically, it’s a little unfair, you think to yourself, continuing to admire his handsome face.
Before you can get lost in his bright eyes though, Gojo suddenly pokes your cheek with one of his long, slender fingers, making you jump. “Say you love me back.”, he whines with a pout, and you sigh internally. “I love you too, you big man-child.”, you answer, sounding as though you wish it were a lie, and he grins, tucking your hair back behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose. “You’re so corny, declaring your love for me on a daily basis. Simp.”, he says before happily settling back into your lap, eyes now trained on the tv, his lean body slowly melting against yours. But you’ve finally had enough of his teasing, and quickly slide your hand under his shirt to tickle his sides, knowing how sensitive he is. Gojo squeals, and immediately turns on Infinity so you can’t touch him anymore, but you just giggle. “I never knew you could reach such high notes, babe.”, you tease him, and before you realize what’s happened, your positions are suddenly flipped, with him now hovering over you while your back is pressed flat against the couch. “Ooh.”, you make in surprise, cheeks tinging red when you suddenly feel his muscular thigh between your legs. “So you wanna play dirty, huh?”, Gojo says, voice low and eyes sparkling with something different than mischief for once. You can’t stifle the soft whine that escapes you when he begins to apply more pressure with his thigh, and quickly bite down hard on your bottom lip. “You started it today.”, you finally mumble, looking grumpy and making him grin at your expression. “Well, and I‘ll be the one to end it too.”, he murmurs, and leans down to kiss you deeply, sucking on your bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside your mouth to steal your breath away. Now it’s his hand sliding under your shirt, one of his long fingers brushing over your clothed nipple and making you arch upwards and into his touch. “Always so needy.”, Gojo murmurs against your lips, sounding way too cocky for your liking, and flexes his thigh a bit more, making your body grow even hotter. You hate to admit it, but whenever he touches you like this, you’re pretty much putty in his arms. Before you can pull him close for another kiss, his weight is suddenly off you again. You blink in surprise, and watch how your boyfriend just shoots you a cheeky grin while walking towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna make us some popcorn! Can’t watch murder without any snacks, right?”, he says innocently, beginning to shuffle through the kitchen cabinets, and you pout, the sudden loss of his warmth making you shiver and huddle deeper into your fluffy throw blanket.
“You’re truly a menace, Gojo Satoru, you know that?”
The bright smile he sports when he snuggles back into your lap a few minutes later while handing you the bowl of steaming hot popcorn, makes your heart and soul soar. “I know. But I’m your menace.”
“Well, aren’t I lucky.”, you mumble, and sigh again. You decide to just ignore his smug “The luckiest”, stuffing his mouth with popcorn instead.