Your gateway to endless inspiration
—In which, after waking up in bed with a certain someone, you start to question things.
A/n: this is wrapped up in a nice little bow. (Final part.)
<<part one, part two, part three
You didn’t open your eyes when you woke up. Your head ached, absolutely pounding.
Fucking wine.
And even tho you had a hangover that was just as bad as a kidney stone, the warmth you felt around you was intoxicating. It had you sighing softly and curly further into said warmth.
Except, said warmth loved.
Said warmth had a heartbeat.
Said warmth smelled fucking amazing and painfully familiar.
Forcing your eyes open, your whole body tensed when you were met with a muscular chest. Then the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you registered—
Oh shit.
Immediately, you sat up so fast it had Gojo jolting away. His voice rough and gravelly from sleep, his eyes squinting as he looked up at you. “What’s wrong, sweets?”
“You— You. WHY are you in my bed?” You tore at out bed so fast you were tripping over your own feet. Almost busting your ass as you yanked on a hoodie over your shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. “Did we— oh god. Oh no.”
Your skin crawled. You were mad. So mad. Mad and sick. Your stomach hurt. Why did you do this?
“What? No. You got drunk last night off wine, and I took you home. You kept whining about wanting me to stay so… I did.” Gojo shrugged and rubbed his eyes, before sitting up, back against the head board.
“..oh.” Now, that anger was replaced by embarrassment and that sick feeling only deepened.
Ok. So this is my fault.
“Relax, we didn’t do anything.” Gojo crossed his arms, biceps flexing as he did, “but we could if you wanted to.” He winked.
“You are insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, finally calming down. Putting a hand on you temple, trying to calm the migraine— you made your way into the kitchen. “This is so fucking stupid. Fucking wine.”
Chugging down a glass of water, you stared at the stove top. That was, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
And oh, that feeling of warmth and that familiar scent. It felt so nice, and yet so sickening.
“Did you mean what you said last night?” Gojo murmured against your shoulder, not missing the way you side eyed him.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?” His brows were furrowed now, almost offended.
“No??”
“You said you loved me. That you missed me.” Gojo filled in the gaps, and turned you around in his hold. Eyeing you with so much hope.
You stared at him for a long time, a long long time. Debating whether or not that was true, regardless it didn’t matter. “So what? Not like we’ll ever get back together.” You pulled away, huffing at the way your heart ached slightly as his shoulders slumped.
“Wait what?” Now Gojo was pulling you back. “It does matter, because if you do love me, we can— no we need to get back together.”
“And why would I? You’ll just become an asshole all over again. Remember? ‘Why the fuck are you so clingy?’” You did air quotes before slapping his hand away.
“But— but come on now, I’m— I was stupid. I took you for granted. I’d never do that to you— not ever, ever again. I will spend the rest of my life making you see how I’ve changed if I need too.” Taking a step closer to you, “please, please just give me another chance. Do you want me to get on my knees? Want me to beg?”
You glaring at him, “yes.” You didn’t think he’d do it. When you’d dated him before he was all pride. ‘Worlds strongest’ this and ‘chosen one’ that.
However, your breath stalled in your throat when he knelt down in front of you, literally on his knees as his hands found your hips. His eyes almost puppy like as he literally begged you.
Like a sinner at an alter, pleading for forgiveness.
You hated how much you like it. How it made you so happy to see him like this. So weak that he’d beg— on his knees.
“Please baby, I swear on everything— I swear on my eyes that I’ll never hurt you again. If I ever do— you can have them.” He pressed gentle kisses to your knuckles.
You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “…you ever, and I mean ever, talk to me like you did— behave like you did, to me again— I’ll hold you to that swear.” Your hand held his jaw, fingers digging into his jaw.
He nodded so fast, and when you pressed your lips against his, he was just as fast to stand up. Kissing you like a man starved and you were a tall glass of ice cold water.
Gojo’s hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling you flush against him. Lord he was moaning into the kiss, murmuring about how thankful he was— how much he missed this, missed you.
You weren’t much better. Your nails clawed up his arms, his chest, dragged through his hair just to tug slightly hard.
“Missed you so— fucking much.” He grunted against your lips. Already hard and throbbing and oh so pathetic.
“You really are a desperate ex.” You smiled against his lips.
“Yeah, ‘m desperate for you. Sure as shit not your ex anymore.” He leaned down to press bites and nips all across your shoulders.
Now that had you smiling. “Yeah. Not my ex anymore.”
Your next kiss was sweet, all love and adoration.
This time, you knew he wouldn’t fuck this up. Who’d want to lose their eyes?