Gojo Is A Nasty Man - Blog Posts
Hi Mari !!! How is your day going? Congrats on 2k again !!
Can I have some Headcannons of Gojo showing up at your date with the 'other man' please? Idk if this has already been requested ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Ex husband! Gojo: showing up to your date with another man
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A/N: Ohh I love this idea bestie! This was actually requested by a few others, so I hope this does some justice! <3
Warnings: Degrading talk, sexual implications,
You should’ve known better. You should’ve known he’s too smart to escape, he knows your every move.
You couldn’t help but grit your teeth as you watched your ex husband Gojo enter the restaurant that you came to with your date. A wide, dazzling smile on his face that only you knew hid malice and jealousy. He had some tall, blonde model like woman wrapped around his arm too.
“Oh! Y/n! I didn’t expect to see you here”
Gojo said as he interrupted your date. You quickly looked away from him, avoiding his creepy, unwavering stare.
“Y/n who is this..” your date says unsurely.
But before you could even open your mouth, your vision was obstructed by Gojo’s long arm that stretched out to shake your date’s hand.
“I’m y/n’s ex husband, Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you! You don’t mind if me and my date join you, do you?”
Your date seems perplexed by the question, shaking his hand cautiously.
He clicked his fingers, making waiters rush over to add another table and chairs to your table, making you and your date stare at him in confusion.
“Um I don’t think you’re allowed to-”
“Why not? I’m a shareholder of this restaurant” Gojo announces with a cocky smile, before looking towards you again.
How expected..
“So did y/n tell you about our children?” Gojo asked your date. A cold chill went down your spine, as Gojo looked at you, while placing his large pale hand over yours. You knew what this was.
A warning.
You look at Gojo’s woman that had now sat to your left, she held eye contact with you but her expression seemed to be unreadable.
Did she not feel embarrassed or disrespected that her date, Gojo was currently touching with his ex wife rather than her?
Your date also looked upset as he watched Gojo take your hand into his. “Uhh no, she hasn’t.. I guess I don’t really want children so I don’t know much about them..” your date reasoned, feeling uneasy.
“Oh why not? I think you have such pretty eyes! You should have children to pass it on to!” Gojo’s date, Natasha finally spoke to your date, placing a hand on his shoulder, making him blush at the contact.
Oh, so that’s how it was.
You turned your head towards Gojo to glare at him only to watch the 6’3 man smile down at you devilishly.
Ah yes, his plan had succeeded.
“You asshole” you gritted.
His smile only grew wider at the insult, as he leaned down to your height and whispered into your ear “Psst y/n I think your date finds Natasha hotter than you” he mocked. “It’s probably because she’s a model and you’re just a mother of two”
You gritted your teeth, pushed your tongue to the roof of your mouth, but nothing worked. Nothing stopped the angry tears that left your eyes as you heard Gojo’s harsh words followed with the view of your date enjoying his time with the other girl.
You couldn’t take it a longer. “Fuck you Gojo..” you cried quietly before grabbing your bag and storming off, finally grabbing the attention of your date and Natasha.
“Wait y/n!” Your date called out to you pathetically but he went unheard, making Gojo laugh, a victorious laugh rather, before standing up and sauntering his way towards you. He won.
“Gojo! Where are you going? How am I supposed to get home?” Natasha asked annoyed, but he ignored her, Gojo’s focus was now on you and you only.
Like a predator, he had you exactly where he wanted.
You could hear Gojo’s footsteps catch up to you quickly in the dark car park, before you felt his large cold hand wrap around yours, manhandling you into his car.
“Get off me Gojo! I hate you!” You cried, struggling in his arms.
“Aww don’t cry my attention whore” He cooed at you, licking your tears away, moaning lewdly as he did. The sick bastard always got off on making you cry.
“maybe if you didn’t leave my precious children at home just to have a date like a slutty whore, I wouldn’t have humiliated you today” he added pushing you down on the backseats of his car, pushing your dress up to play with your underwear.
“But you never learn do you?” He sighed, moving his large hand to squish your cheeks together, kissing your lips.
“If you wanted to be a whore so bad y/n, you should’ve said so” he continued, unzipping his trousers and pushing his erection against you, making you squeal and squirm.
“Maybe if I give you more children, you won’t act like this hm?”