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Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly sato-reader, It's a mess tbh lol)

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-Toru is TOXIC, this story is toxic lol, explicit sexual content, and yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- cunnilingus, blow jobs, Eifel tower, explicit sex, threesome, being shady lol

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 7,595

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you...Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you, while you're left confused... will everyone get hurt? Geto is a HOE in this story, Satoru is a TOXIC ASS. (Reader just here for the ride and emotional damage)

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Chapter 2

Your POV

Gojo’s huge hands are on your breasts, as Suguru is sliding your skirt up your hips, and you’re already dripping down your panties. “Slide these off her, would you, Satoru?”

Suguru’s gruff command is obeyed, as Satoru Gojo bends down, looking up at you with those vivid, insane blue eyes, that catch yours and make your breath hitch, and he slides his fingers up your skirt, pulling your panties down slowly. They slide down past your ass, then your thighs, until they’re at your ankles, and you errantly realize you’re still in your little heels.

Satoru slides your panties off, then starts to take your heels off, his hands trailing up your calves as he does so, and you sink down your bare feet onto Suguru’s hardwood floor, even shorter now with the two men over six foot tall. Suguru takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and smiling down at you seductively.

“You want this, Princess?” He asks softly, he always made sure you were okay. But were you? When Satoru looked up at you like that. Those eyes full of a mix of hate and pure lust.

“Um… yes. I want this, Sugu.” You murmur, and you see Satoru’s face change a bit, his lips relaxing, they were so tense before.

“Let’s see how much you do.” He slides your skirt up as Satoru is sliding up to stand, and he groans audibly when he sees your slick little pussy. “Feel her again, Satoru.”

He says nothing, he just looks at Suguru, then you, sliding his hand down your slit, which was soaked, embarrassingly slow. He smirks then, asshole Satoru is clearly still here. “That wet from nothing, huh?”

“Fuck you, Gojo.” You grumble, and then you gasp as he finds your clit from between your puffy lips, and you’re whimpering, as he’s leaning down over you.

“She’s soaked, Sugu.” Satoru murmurs, and Suguru moans against your neck, sliding his hand down to your entrance, which drips down his thick fingertip.

“Hold her leg up, would you?” Satoru grabs your thigh, wrapping it around his hips, still fully clothed, and Suguru turns your face to him as he sinks a long finger in your entrance, and you whine out. “You are soaked, fuck. You like this, Princess, us touching you together?”

“Mnh… yes. Yes.” You manage to cry out a word or two as Satoru’s rubbing little circles on your clit now, and Suguru’s kissing you, firm lips taking yours over. You’re crying out into them as they both work you, hands holding you up as their fingers play your wet little pussy. 

“Feel how tight she is.” Suguru eases his hand around to toy with your clit, and Satoru bends down just a bit, sliding an even longer, thicker finger in you, and you cry out loudly as you throb around the entrance.

“Fuck, she’s stupid tiny.” Gojo whispers, and you’re crying out into Suguru’s mouth again, as Satoru’s mouth captures your nipple, as his teeth graze the sensitive peak, and you’re soaking both of their fingers now. “Holy fuck…”

His tone, his words, urge you on so much you can’t remember how awful he is, how mean he fucking is, not when you’re arching into the bite. You moan, facing Satoru again, your hand enwrapping in his silky white hair, and Suguru’s hands tighten on you, his teeth scraping down your neck, making you even more sensitive.

“No wonder you’re always in a good mood, you asshole.” Satoru grumbles, and even you giggle at that, as Satoru's full lips descend onto yours, as their fingers both work you together.

“See, just had to not be a dick.” 

They’re both working you now, their fingers circling your clit, sliding in and out of you, making you wetter and wetter. Your legs are trembling, your whole body taut with need, and all you can do is kiss Satoru back and lean against Suguru’s hard body.

Kissing Satoru!?

You want him, fuck you want him, and you hate that you want him. And when Suguru’s voice whispers, “I want to see you come for us, baby,” it’s like a trigger, you’re falling apart between the two perfect men playing you.

You can’t hold back anymore. You moan into Satoru’s mouth as your orgasm crashes over you, your pussy pulsing around their fingers, gushing so much wetness you can fucking hear it, lewd in the quiet house. Satoru leans back to watch you intently, his usually bright eyes dark with lust and something else, something you don’t dare name, as you grip his shirt tightly, as pleasure spirals.

“Mnh, fuck fuck fuck!” You’re a mess, twitching, as they don’t stop working on your little soppy cunt, until Suguru pulls his hands up, sliding his fingers into your mouth, you greedily suck yourself off them, and Satoru’s shoving two fingers in your cunt now, stretching you beyond your means. “Ngh!”

You’re moaning around Suguru’s fingers, fucking drooling, as he fucks you with them, and Suguru has left his spot, and you can’t stand, to the point your knees give out from under you. Satoru snatches you up around the hips, continuing to fuck you with those stupidly long fingers, just watching you, greedy, fucking hungry, and you’re cumming in his arms.

In Satoru Gojo's big damn arms, with his huge fingers in you.

Satoru Gojo, huh?

He’s kissing down your neck as you’re a mess, can't form a fucking thought from fingers huh? Soon he finally eases out, as Suguru takes your hand, limp and pathetic. “Let’s go to the bed, Princess.”

You look up into those seductive eyes, nodding weakly. “Y-yeah.”

“Look at you, so beautiful. Never seen you like this.” Suguru murmurs, caressing your cheek as Satoru leans off you. “Are you really that into women? Or is Satoru prettier than any woman?”

Gojo snorts at that, and for a moment you can breathe, as the mood has lifted for like two seconds. You flush. “He is pretty.”

“See, look at you two, getting along. Come on.”

He’s dragging you to the bed, and slides off your skirt. You nervously cover yourself a bit with your arms, as your hips are wider than you imagine Satoru had seen in your little skirts or dresses, and you have a little hint of a tummy after those beers tonight, and you think, Satoru would hate it. He has models, right? 

Suguru is different, you know he loves your body, you know he likes all kinds of women too. Of course people compliment you, you work at a bar and are very pretty, and have a ‘nice body’ you hear, you do take care of yourself and have soft curves, but something about Satoru looking at it makes you so insecure you can’t even think, he must want…

“Why are you covering up, brat?” Satoru asks then, and you can’t even look at him, as Suguru comes to rub your arms up and down, eyes drinking you in.

“You know you’re gorgeous, right?” You exhale, nodding, and he’s massaging your little wrists. “He’ll love your body, who wouldn’t? Perfect curves. Tiny little waist.” Suguru’s rubbing your every curve, trying to ease you then.

“I’m sorry… I…” You gulp, looking away.

Satoru’s POV

How could you attempt to hide your perfect fucking body with those slender little arms right now? How could you not know you’re his dream, that he’s seen that little waist, seen those tantalizing hips that jut out, just begging for him to grip them. God did you really not know how hard you have him, how badly he wants to kiss every inch of you?

“Are you uncomfy?” Suguru asks, and you shake your head.

“Um… just… don’t wanna disappoint or anything.” Your voice and your words smash against him, and he hates himself then. Had he really made you so scared to show yourself?

“How could you, look at you.” Suguru’s words seem to hit home, and you nervously let your arms down to your side, looking to Satoru then, and he clenches his fists, struggling to control himself.

God you’re beautiful.

You’re perfect. And you’re worried?

“I just know you’re used to like… um really skinny girls. Which are beautiful of course! But I am not built so thin.” Satoru laughs, without humor then, walking up to you, and you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“You’re tiny, what are you bitching about right now?” Satoru asks, because you are small, you’re perfect though, your curves are so supple and lush, he’s never even seen anyone like you.

“I’m short, too.” Yeah, he'd called you short as an insult numerous times. And you are short but he could throw you the fuck around, couldn't he?

“Yeah, all girls are compared to me. I’m six four.”

“Um… yeah but…”

“Can we shut her up?” Satoru asks Suguru then, who’s still staring at you carefully, smiling softly as he caresses the curves Satoru aches to grab. You have the body that anyone would fiend over and you’re insecure. It doesn’t compute. He would spend every moment kissing every inch of you.

“You know how gorgeous you are, don’t be shy because he’s here.” Satoru feels that like a punch to the stomach. “You don’t get like this with any of the girls.”

“That's different. He’s used to a certain type, Sugu.” You whisper, but Satoru hears you, and he sees the hurt in your eyes, as his comment from yesterday cleary still eats at you, and fuck he hates himself.

“You have a gorgeous body.” Satoru says softly, bringing you and Suguru’s attention to him. “But don’t do this if you don’t want it.”

“I do! I do.” You say it so quickly it surprises him, and he sighs, as he’s rock hard, precumming from just looking at you as you walk to him, hips swaying side to side and making it even worse. “I just know I'm not your type…”

You are the type.

“Your body is very, very fucking nice.” You smile a bit then, emotion in your glittering eyes. “Surely I’m not the only one who says that. I see you get hit on wherever you go.”

“Thank you for that… but I know you said-”

“I was full of shit. Okay?” You exhale, and you watch Suguru study both of you seriously then.

“Let’s have Satoru make it up to you, baby.” He says, and you blush down to your lush breasts.

“M-make it up to me?” Your voice gets soft, breaking a bit, and Suguru is grinning now, sitting you down on the bed and spreading your thighs, you fall back on your elbows, as he looks back at Satoru.

“You can make it up to her, right Satoru? For being a royal dick.” Satoru sighs, and then when Suguru steps aside, and he sees you? Sees that perfect little pussy he’d only glanced at earlier?

Satoru barely hangs on by a thread, as you bite your lower lip and he lowers himself to his knees in front of you. Suguru is on the bed next to you, stroking your hair, kissing your head, his other hand holding your thigh. Satoru’s hands come to your thighs as he looks closer, at the perfect little cunt in front of him, puffy and glistening, just waiting for his tongue.

His eyes lock on yours, and he sees it, the hesitation, but the insane desire blowing out your pupils. His big hands grip your plush thighs, pulling you even closer to the edge of the bed, and he inhales you, that scent, the one that makes his mouth water. He’s exhaling against your cunt, and watches you jerk from just that, as he spreads your lips and sees how pretty you are.

“Your pussy? Perfect.” He says huskily, and you’re blushing again, looking so fucking pretty. Suguru is laughing softly.

“See, baby?” You nod, and one of your little hands comes to brush back his hair, and Satoru loses it at just that, at you arching your hips up, clearly so ready for him, wetter than he’d even seen a woman, and he’d seen so many. “Do you want him to make it up to you, being a dick?”

Satoru can’t even chuckle at his friend, he’s staring at your pretty cunt to desperately, imagining tasting it finally, he has to rub his cock over his trousers as it’s painfully pressing against them, straining the fabric. You look at Suguru, then back to Satoru, and let out a little whimper, and fuck if you whimper like that from his breath, from his fingers on your thighs?

How do you sound when he drinks you?

“Y-yes… if you want to, Gojo.” You say then, still so fucking sweet, and fuck it makes Satoru hate you more. He hates that you won’t call him his first name, but the one time you’d tried, he’d told you never to. And you just crumbled.

“Satoru.” He says then, and your eyes widen, lips opening then closing. “At least when I’m about to lick this perfect little pussy, huh?”

Your POV

His words make you melt holy fuck, you can’t even function, you barely manage to lick your lips, clearing your throat. He makes you feel sexier than you ever had, with just that hungry gaze, as Suguru had always tried to do, but something about the thirst in Satoru’s gaze really…

Fuck.

“Satoru.” You say softly, and he moans then, before diving between your thighs, and you cry out when he first slides his tongue up your slit, dragging the flat of it up your entrance until his tip hits your little clit with a flick. “Satoru!”

He moans on your cunt, and Suguru is watching you with an amused smirk, playing with your breasts, kissing you then. “You like that, Princess?”

You nod eagerly, as Satoru works you expertly, devouring you in fact, lavishing every inch of your cunt with his talented tongue. One of your hands is in Satoru’s hair, gripping it tight, and the other is in Suguru’s long locks, as your lips messily play. Suguru groans then, leaning back to watch Satoru working you, then back to your face, desire stark in his eyes.

“Ngh, fuck!” Satoru’s got your pussy wide open, sinking his tongue in your entrance, and you’re pulsing around it, as his nose bumps your clit, and you’re already close to cumming on him. “C-cumming!”

He peeks up at you with those perfect eyelashes, with those beautiful eyes, as Suguru is toying with your nipples and watching you unravel. “So easy, huh?” Satoru teases, smirking, and you see your arousal clear on his chin.

“F-fuck… you’re a demon.” You scowl, and then the two of them laugh, and Satoru’s breath is hot on your exposed little clit.

“And you taste so good. I see why Sugu can’t stop.” He winks, and you see it then, how fucking charming Satoru Gojo could be, when not furious at you. It takes grip of your heart.

“Cum on his pretty face, huh, Princess? Make him so messy.” Suguru urges you, and Satoru and you both groan, as he dives back down.

You grip Satoru’s snowy white hair, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure spirals out of control. He’s so good at this, his tongue flicking and curling around your sensitive nub, his teeth scraping just enough to make you gasp. You can feel his hot breath on your wet folds, and it’s all too much.

“That’s it, I see it, let go.” Suguru knows you so well, and you do then, you fall apart as Satoru’s tongue drinks you up, his fingers digging hard into your plush thighs, so hard he’ll bruise you. Your core tightens and it all releases, as stars burst behind your eyes and you’re screaming.

“Satoru!” He groans against you, lapping all of your wetness up, literally fucking drinking you, and then Suguru’s slid down, shoving Satoru with his shoulder, and you giggle down at the two of them as the aftershocks rock you.

“My turn.” Suguru says, and Satoru scowls at him now.

“No, not done. One measly orgasm?”

“Mmmhm, go kiss her.”

“No, I’ll stay.” You can’t stop the soft giggle as you look down at the two gorgeous men between your thighs, fighting over you. You stroke Satoru’s cheek, and he looks at you wide eyed, then you stroke Suguru’s cheek, and he looks at you with that lidded gaze. You’re sitting up just a bit, and feel your core tighten again as each of their hands holds a thigh apart.

“Are you two fighting over my pussy?” You ask, and Sugu laughs, but Satoru glares at you. They’re both so different, you muse.

“It’s so yummy.” Satoru says with a pout, and Suguru chuckles, planting a sloppy kiss on your clit then, making your hips jerk, and Satoru eagerly watches your expressions, studying them almost.

“I never would expect this moment.” You murmur, as they stare at you so longingly now.

“He can eat pussy tomorrow, Shoko’s. I’ll stay here.” Suguru rolls his dark eyes then, sighing. But something about how Satoru says that?

Fuck.

“Work together, then, boys.” You finally say, and they looked at you with shocked eyes, before scowling at each other.

“No way!” They shout, but you’re rocking your hips up, and you watch their gazes so hazy, their mouths dropping open.

“Don’t wanna lick it together?”

“Nope.” They both answer together again, and finally Satoru sighs. “Oh fine, we have before, but I’m feeling selfish.”

“You’re very selfish already. Imagine when you fuck her.” Satoru’s eyes lock on yours again at that, and then you’re dripping out of your little hole, that’s screaming for them.

“Fine. Still gonna win.” Suguru snorts at that, but then you feel Satoru’s tongue lavish up your slit, to your clit, and you feel Suguru’s tongue gently teasing your entrance, and you can’t fucking take it. Your legs shake as you struggle to hold on to the sheets beneath you.

Fuck them two working on you? It feels so good.

Suguru’s mouth is joining Satoru’s now, their tongues swirling around your clit in a dance that drives you fucking insane. Your clit is twitching against the onslaught of their joined tongues, as you feel the vibration of their moans on your cunt. They’re working in tandem, and the feeling is indescribable, two mouths, two tongues, two sets of teeth, all focused on you.

Satoru’s tongue is hot and hungry, as those blue eyes stare up at you, and Suguru’s tongue flicks lazy and teasing, as his chocolate eyes look at you too. You’re falling apart at the seams as they bring you to the brink of ecstasy. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, all you can do is moan and arch your back, offering yourself up to them to feast on.

Satoru’s long finger slides into your cunt, stretching you, and Suguru’s finger follows, filling you up as they continue to suck and lick at your clit, their tongues touching, and it’s even hotter.

“Satoru! Suguru! Fucking… s’good!” You’re whining the words, and they moan eagerly, as they each slide a finger in you, rubbing together in your little cunt, and it’s so perfect you know you’re not going to last much longer, then you’re cumming harder than you ever had, all over them, as their tongues lavish you up.

They work your body, their fingers sliding in and out of you, rubbing against each other. And then, without warning, they hit your g-spot together, and you’re cumming again, your body arching off the bed, your pussy clenching around their fingers as they pump into you, not letting up until you’re a trembling mess.

They lean up then finally, Suguru leaving a sloppy kiss on your cunt, and you can feel your orgasm still pulsing through you, your walls still fluttering around the ghosts of their touch. You look down at them, and Suguru is smirking, his face covered in you, but Satoru is so serious, letting out a breathy cry you barely hear, kissing your thigh then, and you see his hand tremble.

“Holy fuck.” You murmur, dazed, and they both chuckle then, though there’s just something different about Satoru’s look. It’s like he…

You can’t place it really.

They lean up, and you kiss Suguru, tasting yourself on his lips, before you lean down and Satoru kisses you, possessively, sweet breath hitting your lips, mingling with your sweet arousal. He bites your lower lip, and you suck in a breath, as his hand slides up your body slowly, your hips, your waist, up to cup one of your breasts.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” He says, and you shake your head shyly, looking down then. Suguru’s kissing your thighs, stroking them as you come down from your high, and then Satoru’s lips are on your ear.

You tense, as you feel his breath, tickling you, as his tongue runs down the shell of your ear, before his lips touch it. “Satoru…” You barely say it, it’s just a mouthing, really, when he brushes back your hair.

“You are perfect, it’s why I hate you so fucking much.” At that you shiver, looking back at him in surprise, but Suguru’s back up now, and you melt into his fervent kisses, clinging to his broad shoulders then.

“Hey now, clothes off, let me see you both.” You say softly, and they smirk, stepping back, but Satoru’s words are killing you.

Perfect?

He fucks models. You’re a short, hot little bartender sure, but you’re not a fucking runway model, not even close. Their legs are longer than your body. How could he find you perfect? Suguru so clearly loves all sorts of women you’ve never had to worry really.

Satoru’s words…

About Sugu and Shoko. They worry you. You had seen how close they were, they’d been friends forever, but she was so amazing, and you two played, but… Satoru had said he only wanted to taste you. What even was that? Something about that insane look in his eyes, even him saying he hates you… the feelings behind it are thrilling in the oddest way.

They’re sliding off their shirts now, and you watch the muscles in their arms and abs ripple. They're both so tall, broad and well built, Suguru is a little more muscular, Satoru is a little leaner, both cut within every inch of your life, both so gorgeous you get even slicker between your thighs.

“Holy fuck…” You murmur, and they smirk at you, as they then slide off their pants, and you see them, as their cocks smack their stomachs, full on hard.

You swallow hard, taking in their naked forms, you lick your lips wantonly, your heart racing as they approach the bed, and you realize that you’re going to have both of them. Suguru’s cock is thick and long, it’s one that you had still not gotten used to taking, a light brown that stands out against his pale skin, and it’s already hard, jutting out in front of him, begging for attention.

Satoru’s is a different type of beautiful, a bit longer, a bit thinner, and it’s got a curve that makes you ache to look at. Most notably, Satoru’s pretty pink tip is leaking precum already. You watch it hungrily as it drips out of his little slit, pearly and white, and his cock twitches under your gaze. He’s clearly… as excited as you.

“Holy fuck.” You say again, and they snort then, as you sit up, looking at the two men built like gods coming to you. Satoru’s blue eyes devour your body in such a way it feels like he’s touching you already.

“Cat got your tongue?” Satoru teases, and you’re enthralled by that, so different from the Gojo you know.

“You’re both so hot.” Satoru’s cheeks flush, as Suguru smiles, coming closer and brushing your hair back, making you sigh happily, he knows that’s your favorite.

“You’re so beautiful. Isn’t she, Satoru?” You look down, but Satoru’s tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

“She’d be beautiful on her knees, don’t you think?” His husky voice ripples like waves through you, down to your core, and you suck in a breath then.

“She sure would be. Princess, on your knees.” You eagerly comply to Suguru’s soft command, and Suguru takes a place behind you, your knees sink into the mattress from the weight. Satoru is in front of you, his full lips glossy, eyes lidded, those snowy white lashes covering half of those baby blues.

“Will you hate me even as I suck you off?” You ask, a whisper really, and he smirks then, nodding. Suguru’s rubbing his cock between your glistening folds, and you cry out then, as Satoru bends down to you, pressing his lips on your forehead, then kissing over to your ear, making you even wetter, sensitive.

“I hate how much I want you. But I’m gonna love those pretty lips around my cock, love choking you.” He’s gripping your hair so tight it hurts, as Suguru’s pressing in your little entrance now, and you can’t handle it, you can’t handle what his words are doing.

You swallow nervously, looking up at him, and that’s when you feel Satoru’s cock at your lips, the salty taste of his precum hitting your tongue, and you moan around it, taking it in. You suck Satoru’s cock, feeling it swell with every suck, every lick, every kiss you give to that pretty pink tip. Suguru’s cock is at your pussy, pushing in, and you let out a moan around Satoru’s cock.

“So perfect. Take it all, baby girl.” Suguru whispers, and you nod, feeling him fill you up, stretching you beyond your means, but you’re… “Holy fuck baby, you’re drenched. Listen.”

He pulls out and then slams into your little cunt, and you hear it, the squelching sound of your soppy little pussy taking his thick length in, and you’re crying out around Satoru’s ridiculous length. He’s got his hands in your hair as Suguru’s are firm on your hips, starting to move his hips so his cock slams your throat then. You suck in through your nose, struggling to take all of it.

The heat of Suguru’s body behind you, his cock moving in and out of your tight cunt, and Satoru’s cock in your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair, fuck it’s all so, so good, especially when Satoru’s eyes drink you in, when he caresses your cheek so gently as he fucks your throat. You suck Satoru off like your life depends on it, as Suguru’s thrusts get harder.

You can feel the delicious stretch of it, the way Suguru’s sure thrusts are making your walls clench around him. You can feel Satoru’s hand tightening in your hair, his breath hitching as you deep throat him, and then he’s pumping his cock in and out of your mouth, whimpering along with Suguru’s moans, pulling back for a moment to let you breathe.

You lick your lips, tasting his precum and saliva, as Suguru’s slowly grinding against your cervix, and you’re trembling, holding yourself up on shaky arms now. Satoru’s caressing your jawline, lips opening like he wants to say something, but his eyes flicker to Suguru, then back to you. You want his cock back in your mouth, you can’t stand looking at how sexy it is in front of you.

Satoru’s POV

God, look at you, at the drool dripping out of your mouth from the side, at the precum on your lips like gloss, at your big, gorgeous fucking eyes. Eyes looking up at him with pure desire, as you open your mouth, sticking that little pink tongue out, reaching for his cock with your little hand.

“Satoru…” You murmur, in between moans, as Suguru’s steadily fucking you, and you clearly enjoy it, your little moans and cries make it evident. As hot as it is, Satoru doesn’t wanna see him fuck you. He doesn’t wanna see anyone fuck you.

Anyone but him.

Your tight throat feels so goddamn good, your mouth, hot and wet, and now you slide the tip of your tongue on his slit of his tip, lapping up the substance hungrily, and Satoru’s hair tangles in your messy hair, pulling. You whine at it, arching your back as you take more of Suguru, whose face his scrunched up as he groans in pleasure.

“You’re s’good, Princess… so fucking tight. Take me so well.” He urges you on, while you hungrily reach for Satoru, your eyes locked on his.

Fuck he hates you.

Why do you have to look at him like that!?

You’re wrecking his fragile control, but you destroy it when you shut your lips, letting him go and looking down. “Do I- mnh- need… tips?”

Your breathy whisper makes him hate himself more than he already does, if it’s humanly possible. He wants to tell you that he’s never had anyone suck him like that, let alone has he ever tasted anyone as good as you. But, if he does, you’ll fucking destroy him, won’t you?

“You’re good…” Amazing, mind blowing. “Just relax your throat, breathe through your nose, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, licking those tantalizing lips, as your breasts are swaying with each thrust. “I’ll do better. Lemme try again.”

You’re so eager, why? Why do you want to please him so bad? Why do you have to be so heartbreakingly beautiful as you stare up at his face. Fuck, you’re getting railed by his best friend and he keeps thinking how pretty your nose is, your cheeks, your stupidly pretty eyes. What the fuck is wrong with him, when he thinks he’d like to make love to you instead of this.

Fucking ruined him.

You ruin him existing and he can’t show it, no. He nods, smirking down at you then and grabbing your cheeks and holding your delicate face. “Begging to suck me, huh?”

You should be a bitch to him. You shouldn’t beg for him, he should beg for you, for your perfect lips. But you’re all too eager. “Please, Satoru.”

Fuck.

Your POV

Satoru’s fucking your throat in earnest now, and Suguru’s big hand smacks an ass cheek as he presses in, and you’re cumming, so fucking hard, you nearly collapse. Satoru has to hold you up, as you weakly cry, choking on his length as you’re pulsing around Suguru’s thickness.

“Oh my fucking… Princess, yes. Good girl.” You’re wrecked, at his words, as you’re steadily throbbing around his cock, and Satoru’s just holding you, his head tilted back as he shuts his eyes in pleasure.

Fuck you want to please this man.

Any praise he gives you is addicting.

Are you fucked up?

Suguru eases out of you then, tapping your hip, and you shakily sit up for a moment, as he generously rubs your back, kissing down your neck. “Getting sore like that, Princess?”

“Weak kneed. Oof, thank you, Sugu.” You look back at him, and he takes your face in his hand, kissing your lips, licking Satoru’s cock off you, and he moans, pressing his hands into your back firmly, easing your muscles.

“Different position for a bit?” You nod, flushing then, and Satoru and Suguru are each kissing up your neck, rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You’re clutching both of their strong backs, as they touch you everywhere, Satoru demanding and rough, Suguru gentle and experienced.

“Wh-what position?” You murmur softly. Satoru hums then, and lays on his back, looking fucking gorgeous, tapping his lap with a smirk. You flush, and Suguru chuckles, kissing down your cheek.

“You wanna ride his cock, Princess?” You bite your lower lip, looking at Suguru then. Should you feel bad you like this so much, you wonder? But Suguru’s urging you on, playing with your clit as he speaks, and you whine out.

“Yes… yes. I want to.” Satoru’s biting his full lower lip, as his cock juts at full attention, begging for you silently.

“Then come on, show me what ya got.” He says, as a challenge but there’s not malice in his voice, no his voice breaks almost. You shakily climb up, straddling him then, nervously looking back at Suguru, who comes closer, between Satoru’s legs, playing with your little clit and making you whine.

“Show him how good you are, baby.” You look back at Satoru, straddling his hips then, and gasp when you feel him tremble beneath you, his rippling abs moving with every brush of your skin. “I’m gonna watch.”

“Just watch!?” You ask, and he smirks, nodding.

“How many times do you just watch me with a girl? Why can’t I?” You cry out softly when Suguru smacks your ass, leaning back and stroking himself now.

“That’s true, I do sometimes like that.” You admit shyly, blush creeping on your face, before you look back to Satoru under you, bracing yourself nervously on his chest, as he grabs your hips, positioning his tip at your entrance.

“Can you take all this cock, brat?” He murmurs, and you laugh then, rolling your eyes at him.

“Sure can.”

“Uh huh.”

“Arguing even now?” Suguru says, and you ease down Satoru’s huge cock now, as it stretches your little hole, and you cry out, back arching as his mean tip pushes through your walls. “Oh fuck… good girl.”

“Mnh!” You ease down his length, until his cock is buried in your pussy, against your cervix, and your eyes shoot to his, wide at the sensation, as he grips your waist so tight his fingers dig into your ribs.

“Oh my fucking god…” Satoru murmurs, just staying there, blinking for a moment as he looks at you, and you feel his heart race under your palm. You barely lift and slide up, then back down, and your core tightens, your walls flutter around him, his eyes are rolling back in his head.

“Feels good, doesn’t she?” Suguru says, and you watch him now, through hazy eyes, reaching for him weakly, and he comes to you, kissing you, letting you stroke his cock, rock hard and dripping. “Fuck you’re hot baby. Show him what you can do.”

You nod, and Suguru is watching again, as you roll your hips, making Satoru whimper. Yes, mean Satoru Gojo is whimpering, nothing to say, under you. He’s pressing his hips up, as you sink down on him, soaking his thighs, even prepped as you were he hurt to take, it was like he was in your damn cervix, so you struggle to be able to move, up and down him.

“C’mere, brat.” He says then, and you lean forward, breasts in his face, which he eagerly begins to suck on, leaving loud pops as he lavishes them with attention, bucking his hips up and making you scream.

“Ohmyfuck- s’good, fuck!” You cry out when he begins thrusting inside you, as you lay there on him, back arched, and he’s groaning, big hands everywhere.

“Can’t ride cock, huh, am I too big, brat?” He whispers meanly in your ear, and your little hands grip his shoulders tight, whining.

“F-fuck you, Satoru.” You whisper back, and he moans, fucking up into you so hard you feel yourself unravel.

“Feel so perfect.” His meanness and his sweetness do insane things to your brain, when he kisses you then, and you’re falling off the edge, seeing stars as you begin to cum all over his cock. “Oh my… fuck.”

“Ngh! F-fuckkk!” You’re screaming as you have the most intense orgasm you ever have, as he presses and grinds, pumping into you and you’re soaking him so much he’s slippery in you.

“So wet for me, huh?” He mutters through gritted teeth, and you can do nothing, your head just lolling back, exposing your throat to his brutal kisses, as he overtakes everything you’ve ever been.

You’re horrible.

You love this.

“Wanna cum in you. Breed you.” His breathy words were only for your ears, lewd and nasty and so disrespectful, but fuck if you didn’t want them, fuck if they didn’t make you cum again all over his length, as you looked into blown out blue eyes.

“Mnhm… c-can’t… move…” Is all you manage to mumble, as he’s railing the fuck out of your sore little cunt, bruising your cervix.

“Come help her, Sugu, she can’t even function.” Satoru says, between huffs, as he slows his thrusts now, and Suguru kisses your slack lips, swiping up your drool, you eagerly attempt to kiss him back, to try to cling to him.

“Sugu…” You murmur incoherently, and Satoru’s moaning as you just sit there, your walls fluttering around Satoru.

“Back on your knees, Princess. You can suck me off, wanna feel that throat on my cock.” Suguru moans into your ear, and you nod, weakly. You ease off Satoru and your thighs won’t stop shaking, as Suguru flips you around. Now Satoru is behind you, and Suguru is in front of you, precum leaking from his tip. You lap it up, and he moans, gripping your hair.

“This ass… it’s this nice?” Satoru asks, as you peek back at him, and you giggle a bit weakly.

“You’re complimenting me again.”

“I’ve given you plenty. Pretty, perfect, tight, now I’m going overboard. You’ll get conceited.”

“Oh, like you? Ah!” Satoru thrusts in you. Too deep in this position and you whine, as Suguru wraps your hair around his fist, and you swirl your tongue around his tip.

“Shut you up, ha-fuck…”

“F-fuck… you… mmm…” You go back to sucking Suguru's cock, and he throbs in your mouth, groaning now.

“Will you all stop-ah- fighting? Fuck you feel so good…” Suguru's thrusts become more erratic as your little cunt is soaking every inch of Satoru, dripping down your cunt onto the bed. He grips you so tightly it's uncomfortable, reaching around to toy with your clit now, and you scream around Suguru's cock.

“Making such a mess, huh?” Satoru smacks your ass then with his big ass hand. “Dripping all over Sugu’s sheets.”

“I'm so fine with that.” They chuckle, and soon you feel Satoru thicken and pulse in you, and he gasps, pausing. Suguru also slows his rhythm, groaning and pulling back to tilt your chin up.

He looks at you sweetly but it's not the same hunger, is it?

You are horrible huh. You want this man that hates you this much.

When you have Suguru.

What's wrong with you now!? Suguru didn't get this way, did he?

Did he…

“Where do you want us to cum Princess?” You hesitate, clutching the sheets under you, whimpering and slamming your eyes shut when Satoru slides out then in you gently.

“I'll swallow you, you're always yummy.” You say, and he exhales, brows lowering.

“Fuck you're perfect, Princess.” At that you feel Satoru's fingers dig in, so hard you wince in pain.

“Where can I cum? Close… fucking stop tightening you brat!”

“I'm n-not!”

“Lies. Ugh.”

“You two… ugh. Where do you want Satoru to cum, baby?” You look back at him, at those blown out eyes, pussy drunk on you.

“Where do you wanna cum, Satoru?” He bites his lip, rubbing his hands up your back then.

“Inside you.” Suguru pauses then, as you and Suguru hadn't done that even. Your eyes catch his hesitation.

“Up to… you, Sugu.” You say then, and he hums to himself, before shoving his cock back in your mouth, and you suck it greedily, so close to cumming again even though Satoru barely moved.

“She hasn't done that yet, so no. But… paint her pretty body all you want.” Satoru exhales, and you feel him fuck you hard now, as Suguru begins to stutter, his hips jerking deep, and you're starting to cum around Satoru's length.

“Cumming so good for me, brat.” Satoru murmurs, and then, “Wanna cum in her. Ugh, fuck.” He pulls out then, and you feel his hot sticky ropes paint your ass, your pussy just barely.

Suguru is cumming now, pulling back so not to choke you, and you suck him up, salty liquid drip by drip, looking up at his brown eyes, as he lovingly caresses your face. But you suck in a gasp when you feel it.

Satoru pushing his cum inside your little pussy.

He acts like he's fingering you, but you fucking felt it, hot and tacky, going against what Suguru said. When you finish sucking up Suguru you arch your ass up for more, though, because you want it, fuck. And he's taking more of the cum around your lips and shoving it deep with two fingers, like he's claiming you.

You cum down from the high, Suguru is kissing you, tasting himself on your lips. Satoru comes behind you, kissing and biting your shoulders hard, and you're still covered in him. You turn to kiss Satoru but he hesitates, kissing your forehead instead, sweetly almost.

“Lemme clean you up.” Satoru says, and you smile sweetly as he gets up, leaving you and Suguru for a moment.

“Are you two getting along?” Suguru teases, and you blush, looking away. “I know you said cumming inside is kinda intimate.”

“Just because we're not monogamous. If we were um… I would. As it stands if you cum in other girls I'm not down.” He frowns as he looks at you.

“Do you want to have Satoru here tomorrow? With Shoko? Maybe you won't feel as left out. I hate when you feel that way.” You sigh then, as you feel the tiny bit of cum Satoru pushed inside your cunt sliding out. Satoru did that knowing he shouldn't.

But you loved it.

You wanted him to cum in you, and you love how fucking insane he is to do it. How wrong. Because he wanted you so bad.

What the fuck.

“Fucking Shoko? Yuck.” Gojo's cleaning your ass now, big hand pressing the back of your shoulder.

“You and her used to fuck around didn't you?” You listen curiously.

“Yeah yeah. I could play I guess but I don't look at her that way because she's too close to us.” You frown then, studying Suguru seriously, and he looks away then.

Huh.

“But I'll come and party with you heathens, if this brat wants me to.” Satoru brushes your hair back, and you look at him then. There is way too much unspoken shit. He just pushed his cum inside you. He only wants you.

“Hate sex is pretty fun.” You tease, and he laughs then, fuck his laugh is sexy, and Suguru joins, the tension lessened.

“No one has to do anything they don't want. But it's settled then, we'll all have fun I'm sure. You'll get to see her kiss a girl.”

“Hmm, true. Then I'm sold.” You all clean up, and get dressed, as Satoru goes to leave. You ache to go with him, as you see those eyes seriously study you.

“Night, Satoru. You all kiss and say good night, you're almost friends now.” Suguru teases, walking away, and you and Gojo stand there, staring at each other.

“Hate you.” He says, lovingly almost, caressing your cheek. And you gulp, stepping closer, running your hands up his hard torso, watching him inhale. “Hate that.”

“I'm starting to hate you too.” You say, looking at his lips, reddened from your kisses. “I know what you did.”

“You liked it, little slut.” He whispers meanly, glaring, breath against your lips as he holds your face in his big hands. “Admit it.”

“Fuck you, Satoru.” He slams his lips on yours, and he was right. Fuck yes he was right. You wanted it so bad.

“If I gotta touch anyone else I'll just think of you. Or I won't even get hard.” His whisper in your ear makes you tremble, so violently he has to hold you tight. “Sugu doesn't realize what he's got, or he'd have never fucking shared you. Perfect pussy. Perfect body.”

“Satoru… no, don't…” You whine as he slides his hand up your pajama shorts you'd put on, finding you embarrassingly wet, and he moans in your ear.

“I'd make you feel so perfect if you were mine. You're not though. What a fucking shame. So I hate you.” You nearly cum before he yanks his hand away, sucking on his fingers and shutting his eyes, moaning, and you're a goddamn wreck. Your eyes are full of unshed tears as you look at him, as he's turned your life upside down in one night.

“I hate you too. For… this. Fuck you.” He smirks, slamming his lips down on yours, and you taste yourself. Mixed with Satoru's sweet breath. Your hands entangle in his hair as you whine, desperate for him. “Hate what you make me feel.”

“Good, because same. Have a horrible fucking night because I hate you.” He's scowling down and you glare up, and he shatters your heart as you feel far too much.

“Get home safe then have a horrible night.” He smirks down at you, backing away then.

“Even when you try to be mean you fail. Get better.”

“You…”

“Bye bye. See ya tomorrow. Difference is I will only want you.” You stand there, tortured, as he leaves.

He leaves you with a million feelings, a million questions, and maybe you do hate him.

Because Satoru has ruined you, already.

ugh, need this badly. so hot 😩🤍

Take Me Home Tonight- Ch 8 preview

Sneak peek, should be out tomorrow night! 😍

Satoru Gojo x Fem reader, Gojo is your law professor, you're his very good student. Law AU- Mdni- explicit sexual content and language -

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“Is that my reward, Professor? For being such a good student.” You whisper, running your hands up to entwine around his neck, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.

“You’re my best student, gotta give you those gold stars.” You whine out, and he kisses you then, passionately, his mouth moving over yours as you meld to his, full lips and minty breath, tongue hot as it dances with yours. You moan into his mouth, and he exhales into yours, yanking you to the edge of the desk. “Where does my student want her stars?”

“Mmm… here.” You slide up your skirt, touching your inner thigh, and he is sitting in his office chair now, between your thighs, pressing a kiss on the sensitive skin. You cry out, hips rocking, making him moan, breath tickling you.

“You’re so needy, Miss Brat. So turned on by my lectures?” He kisses your other thigh, nipping, as he shoves your skirt up your hips now, breath tickling you over your blue satin panties. “Fuck… this little bow I can’t.”

He bites at the tiny bow and you giggle then, brushing back his soft white hair. “Fuck I want you, please...”

“I want you so fucking bad. I’ve been dying now that I’ve had you.” You feel your body respond viscerally to Satoru’s hushed words, and you cry out, biting your lower lip to hold it back, remembering where you all are.

“Need you, mnh, please. How much time?” You’re positively whining, and he thrives off it, smirking up at you so fucking sexy your body can’t handle it.

“I’ve got a good twenty minutes baby girl.” He’s sliding your panties off, and your glistening pussy hits his vision, making his mouth water. “Soaked, huh?”

“That yardstick was unfair!” Satoru laughs then, hot breath on your sensitive flesh, peeking up at you through snowy white lashes, swiping his tongue up your slit, making your tummy clench in pleasure. “F-fuck… Toru…”

“I’m Professor in this class, student.” He wiggles his brows and you giggle a bit, brushing back his silky locks, loving how they feel under your touch. “Now where else do I put these gold stars? Show me. In detail.”

You nervously slide your hands down, until you’re touching yourself, and he groans, his grip on your thighs so tight, his eyes hungry and locked. You spread the puffy lips of your pussy with shaky little hands, this is so not what you’ve ever done... showing him your little clit, who has been dying for affection all of class, fuck all week waiting for him.

“Hmm, put one here, do you mind Professor? Have I been a good enough student hmm?” His mouth is wide open, brows low, his eyes zoned in on your pretty display.

“I need a picture, fuck. For later.” You blink then.

“What now?!”

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Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- Fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, breeding kink, classroom sex, professor/student, public sex

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 9.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 7 - Masterlist

Chapter 8

Professor Gojo… has a yardstick.

Yep.

His tousled white hair catches the lights above, and your legs cross and un cross as he smirks, tapping this damn yardstick on the floor as students are asking him questions about the exam. His eyes keep flitting to you, bright blue and hungry, as hungry as you are for him. Fuck just a week of no sex has killed you both, but Dean Yaga had Satoru swamped lately.

Now he has to tempt you, doesn’t he, as he leans against the wooden desk so nonchalantly, jacket slung across his shoulder like he’s a whole model. Well, he literally was model worthy, wasn’t he? His pretty features, his gorgeous little grin as he laughs at the questions coming his way, and the gaze lands on you again before he begins the class, sending shivers down your spine.

Ugh… he’s hot.

“I’ll be asking some questions, and the first to answer them all correctly gets the chance to come with me to a trial I’m doing next week. You won’t be doing anything but observing, but…” Everyone gasps at the news, and you tense at the idea of having time to be alone with Satoru again.

You all had stolen kisses, touches, endless nudes and sexting, and phone sex but fuck it wasn’t the same, not after the man had cum inside you six damn times in one weekend. Not after you remember how good it felt to be in his strong arms, falling asleep near him, your sleep was so shit now, as if you never knew just how comfy it would be.

“Now, remember you have to answer them all right. One wrong one and we go to the next person. Let’s start simple. What is the standard of proof required in a criminal case?”

You raise your hand, but so do several others, and Satoru laughs a bit, pointing at one of the boys in class. “Beyond a reasonable doubt,” He answers, and Satoru hums, as you tense, feeling your heart race.

“Correct,” he responds, his pretty full lips curling into that cocky grin. “But let’s see if you can handle something a bit trickier. How would you apply that standard in a case of alleged assault?”

“Well…” He trails off, and then Satoru sighs at his answer.

“No, not quite, but good job.” He walks up and pats his shoulder, the girls in class swoon. Anyone else care to try?”

“Ooh, me, me!” Satoru laughs at your enthusiasm and you flush, as some of the girls giggle a bit, sympathetically.

“Yes, yes, you. Answer how we would apply that in such a case.” He stands right next to you, big hand gripping the yardstick, and your mouth waters, you clear your throat, focusing as he wrecks your brain.

“In such a case, Professor Gojo, the prosecution must show intent, and present evidence beyond a reasonable doubt that supports this claim.”

“Very good.” You exhale a bit, but then tense as he opens his mouth. Shit, that was just one question! “Let’s be real though, providing intent is just a huge moral gray area. And hard as fuck to show. Challenging for a young prosecutor such as yourself, hmm?”

He purrs those damn words, his eyes glinting, and he’s stroking the yardstick, an amused smirk on his face, and you picture it, you bent over his big desk, smacked until your cheeks are red. Soaking wet, begging for more, and fuck as you look at Satoru’s hands you…

Shit you need to stop!

“The burden is on the prosecution, which would be me absolutely. So if I fail to establish intent, then I haven’t met the standard of proof, and the defendant could be acquitted. But there is circumstantial evidence as well to consider.” You speak so quickly, nervous, heart fucking racing. But Satoru tilts his head, humming.

“Ah, very interesting, and correct. But, let’s push it further.” His tone gets a little more stern, and he’s twirling that damn yardsitck, and fuck him because he knows what he’s doing…

He’s not making it easy.

“Go for it, Professor Gojo.” You smirk then, and he raises a brow, as you garner looks from the class. No one really ever challenged Gojo, but if he was going to play ball you’d play back.

“Ah, so eager … to learn. Love it.”

You’re soaked.

Professor Dickhead and Toru were two different men, surely, because he was all Professor at this moment, and your body reacts violently. “I am eager… to learn, Professor, absolutely.”

You watch his nostrils flare with your teasing, then he clears his throat, walking back down the steps, but you know you had an effect right back, and that makes you far too happy. “Now, let’s push it a little further. Suppose the defendant claims they were acting under duress. How would you counter that argument, Miss prosecution?”

You know he wants to say Miss Brat, and you damn near giggle, holding it in and taking a breath. “To counter the duress defense, you would need to show that they were not under threat. Essentially, it’s about examining their situation critically, seeing where the gaps are. I think it’s not too difficult to prove there is no duress, I’d argue proving duress is more difficult.”

He turns, setting the yardstick down on the desk, before smiling back over at you, rolling his dress shirt up to casually reveal those strong forearms, the veins roping around his wrists. You look at those hands, the ones that just last week had been around your throat, running down your body, holding your thighs open… your mouth goes dry at the sight.

“You’re impressing me…” Satoru says your name softly, getting your attention back, and you flush under the praise. There was nothing like the thrill of Satoru telling you that you’re doing a good job. Well, aside from him saying good girl .

“Thank you, Professor Gojo.” You murmur in response, and you wonder if he can see how pink your cheeks are.

“You’re close to getting the spot, but if you fuck up these last questions, then someone else gets a chance. Got it?” You nod, eagerly, and peer around a bit to nervously find every eye in the class on you.

“Got it, Professor.”

“Perfect, now for a twist to this, you say that they’d have a hard time proving duress, but what if the threat was posed… unintentionally. What if someone feels they are in danger, and need to fight back? Consider several cases world wide where people get away by saying they were frightened.”

You lick your lower lip, and his eyes dart to it for just a moment, as he’s leaning on his desk, long and lanky. What was the question? Oh!

“Interesting twist, Professor. If the threat persisted and the defendant genuinely believed their life was in danger, they might argue self-defense, but the response must be proportional. They cannot be the aggressor in such a case. So in such a scenario I would work to prove that the threat they felt was not worth their action. Such as someone being threatened by mere appearance.”

“That brings race into the question, and that’s a very good take on that. How would you prove someone biased for example? Afraid of someone for how they look?”

“I would first off lose my shit internally.” Satoru and the class chuckle a bit. “Because I can’t imagine judging anyone, but of course there are procedures to it, and I would decimate their arguments and prove their bias. Typically people like that have a history that proves it as well, that would be my step there. Are they in some horrible group, do they have a history of hate speech. For example.”

“Perfect answer.” He murmurs, and the class seems to agree. “I can see you’re passionate about injustice and bias, hmm?”

“To put it frankly, I can’t stand people like that.”

“What if you must defend one?”

“Defend a racist? I’d not take their case.” Gojo blinks then, brows raised, and you just shrug. “Don’t have to take every case, hmm?”

“Absolutely right, you don’t. I’m impressed. You’ve answered very difficult questions, and I think you’re going to enjoy this case.” As you realize you actually answered everything correctly, you squeal, hands on your mouth, and the class claps as Satoru smirks at your reaction.

“Oh my gosh thank you!” You get pats on the shoulders next to you, and Satoru just nods his snowy white head a bit.

“I need that passion in an intern, so keep it in mind, class. I will be picking four interns after all. See me after class, and I’ll explain the case and where we will be going, sound good?”

“Yes, thank you!” Your pulse is thrumming, you’d been terrified to answer some of those, so worried it was too brash, but it seemed you were right by following your morals, something you could only dream of.

Class ends, and you’re so on edge, as Satoru walks to the door and locks it with a click, his dress shoes clicking along the floors. You’re already at his desk, bouncing up and down, and he’s grinning down at you, pulling you into his arms and picking you up, spinning you around, making you lose your breath.

“That’s my girl.” He says, so softly, and you feel tears prick your eyes at that, smiling as they shimmer in your eyes. “My crybaby. Killed it.”

“Oof you did not make it easy.” You swipe at your eyes, as he sits you on his desk then, barring you with his arms.

“I can’t make things easy, baby, gotta make em harder even. I want to make sure there’s no special treatment in class… only after.” He teases, running his big hands up your bare thighs, your tremble. “I may be morally grey after class though.”

“I don’t want you to go easy, I like you going hard.” At that he chuckles, and you cover your mouth, giggling. “Fuck didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yeah you did, brat. Now, ya wanna know the details before or after I eat this pretty pussy?” Your heart falters, as he looks up at you, and your little hands are gripping at his broad shoulders, already soaking your panties.

“Is that my reward, Professor? For being such a good student .” You whisper, running your hands up to entwine around his neck, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.

“You’re my best student, gotta give you those gold stars.” You whine out, and he kisses you then, passionately, his mouth moving over yours as you meld to his, full lips and minty breath, tongue hot as it dances with yours. You moan into his mouth, and he exhales into yours, yanking you to the edge of the desk. “Where does my student want her stars?”

“Mmm… here.” You slide up your skirt, touching your inner thigh, and he is sitting in his office chair now, between your thighs, pressing a kiss on the sensitive skin. You cry out, hips rocking, making him moan, breath tickling you.

“You’re so needy, Miss Brat. So turned on by my lectures?” He kisses your other thigh, nipping, as he shoves your skirt up your hips now, breath tickling you over your blue satin panties. “Fuck… this little bow I can’t.”

He bites at the tiny bow and you giggle then, brushing back his soft white hair. “Fuck I want you, please...”

“I want you so fucking bad. I’ve been dying now that I’ve had you.” You feel your body respond viscerally to Satoru’s hushed words, and you cry out, biting your lower lip to hold it back, remembering where you all are.

“Need you, mnh, please. How much time?” You’re positively whining, and he thrives off it, smirking up at you so fucking sexy your body can’t handle it.

“I’ve got a good twenty minutes baby girl.” He’s sliding your panties off, and your glistening pussy hits his vision, making his mouth water. “Soaked, huh?”

“That yardstick was unfair!” Satoru laughs then, hot breath on your sensitive flesh, peeking up at you through snowy white lashes, swiping his tongue up your slit, making your tummy clench in pleasure. “F-fuck… Toru…”

“I’m Professor in this class, student .” He wiggles his brows and you giggle a bit, brushing back his silky locks, loving how they feel under your touch. “Now where else do I put these gold stars? Show me. In detail.”

You nervously slide your hands down, until you’re touching yourself, and he groans, his grip on your thighs so tight, his eyes hungry and locked. You spread the puffy lips of your pussy with shaky little hands, this is so not what you’ve ever done... showing him your little clit, who has been dying for affection all of class, fuck all week waiting for him.

“Hmm, put one here, do you mind Professor? Have I been a good enough student hmm?” His mouth is wide open, brows low, his eyes zoned in on your pretty display.

“I need a picture, fuck. For later.” You blink then.

“What now?!”

“ Please baby.” He pouts up at you, and you sigh, rolling your eyes as he smiles, taking his phone and sliding back. “Keep those hands there, so goddamn hot…” He takes a few pictures then slides back, smiling abashedly.

“You’re such a perverted teacher.”

“Shush, c’mere pretty.” He smacks a kiss on your clit then, flicking his tongue and circling it, before sucking it in his mouth. Your hands drop onto his hair now, gripping and grinding eagerly on his mouth, as he hums, as you soak your Professor’s pretty face on his desk.

“F-fuck… already close!” You’re whining, unsure how you’re so close with just a minute of him humming on your clit, and in response he slides a long finger past your little gummy walls, crooking it up just so and hitting that spot. You feel so hot, like you can’t even breathe as pleasure overwhelms you, as he works you so perfectly, and then you’re…. “Cumming!”

“All over my face, baby girl. Please let me drink it.” Satoru’s words are hot on your little cunt, and you whine. Why is he so hot!? As he continues to work you, as his snowy white hair moves softly, as his brilliant eyes gaze at you, and you do cum, gushing everywhere. He moans in response, and the moan pushes you further, falling from one orgasm into another.

“Toru! Toru!” You cry out, trembling hands yanking at his hair to pull his mouth off where it’s latched, legs shaking as they balance on the arms of his chair, and he just grins against you, nipping your clit and making your hips buck. “Please, fuck me Toru… fuck, please.”

“Hmm,” he smacks a final kiss as he leans back up, his chin and lips glistening with your honeyed arousal, licking them as if they’re some delicious dessert. “I could just stay down here forever. You’re so mean to me.”

“Poor Toru has to fuck me!”

“I will fuck you but you won’t let me get you off more with my mouth.” He pouts, and you flush, at how much he wants you, and fuck you want him so much.

“Want my mouth?” He groans, pulling you down then turning you, bending you over his desk, and you gasp at the quickness he has your ass bare, grabbing it.

“I’ll cum so fast if you suck me first. I’m not even embarassing myself again, damn succubus.” You giggle, but then gasp as you hear his belt buckle, eager and dripping as you wait for him.

“We’re on a time crunch, it’s okay.”

“Can’t wait to have you alone again, fuck.” You hear the longing in his voice, and you look at him over your shoulder, desperate for him.

“Me too, Toru, but hey I totally was a good girl hmm? Got all your questions correct- ah fuck!” He’s spread your thighs now, and you feel him, sinking two fingers in your little hole, your walls flutter around them, as you gush more wetness.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this because the case? Nerdy brat.” You giggle, breathlessly then.

“It’s because that and it’s been a week without- mnh- you. Missed you… m-missed you so much.” He sighs, pulling you by your hair gently, leaking tip now rubbing between your soppy folds. Your back arches for more, pressing your ass up, tensing when he rubs up further to your little ass hole.

“I wish I had more time, fuck. I’d…” He spits then, and you feel it, as he rubs the tip on it again, and you wriggle.

“We don’t!”

“I know lemme tease it. Sexy fucking brat.” You whine then as he rubs it for another moment. “You like it, you’re so slutty .”

“You’re a slut-fuck!” He sinks inside your cunt then, and you’re struggling to function, as your bent over, and he’s so deep, curved tip dragging against your spot until it slams into your cervix. “Satoru!”

“Ah-ah…” He smacks your ass and it echoes in the empty lecture hall, as it jiggles so perfectly for him.

“Professor!” He groans, then starts fucking into you, pulling your pony tail so that your back arches just so, for perfect entry, and his cock wrecks every thought you’ve ever had.

“Such a good girl for me. So- wet fuck… so tight…” He smacks your ass again as he’s thrusting into you harder, faster, and your eyes roll back in your head.

“S’good… Professor .” He can’t hide the little whimper that escapes from his lips, as he’s pumping into you and you feel it, the pressure, when he presses your head down against his desk and owns you. “Oh my fuck-fucking… ah!”

“Baby… you feel too good, oh my-” He breaks off with a groan, leaning forward, fucking you so good drool slides from your stupidly open mouth, and he’s caressing your face as he takes you over. “Cum on me, be such a good student.”

You obey, how can you not, when that pretty pink tip is buried so deep inside, when Satoru’s big hands run across your back, when his balls are smacking your little clit as each thrust makes your ass shake. You fall apart, screaming so much he has to slam a hand on your mouth, and you’re drooling all over it, as your cunt drools all over his cock, spasming.

You can’t even see, you can barely breathe as he works you, as his eyes meet yours, as he huffs and whines, pussy drunk off you. You can see it, feel it, in his jerky movements, as he presses more weight on you, and you’re digging into the desk, shattering around him. Your eyes slam shut as your entire body shakes, until you feel you can’t take anymore.

“Want me to fill you up, put a baby in you right here?” His words make your eyes widen, make your ovaries fucking ache for this man, the thoughts wild. You nod then, eagerly, whining your answer helplessly, a heady mix of his words and his cock wrecking you.

“Please, put a baby in me. Please .” Satoru loses it then, lifting you up, he has to hold your hips as you’re too shaky to stand at all, fucking slowly now, rubbing against your cervix until you’re a mess.

“Gonna fill you up s’good, you’ll feel it all day.” He starts cumming then, hard, and you feel it, hot and spreading in spurts from his pulsing cock, and you lean your head back, for his hungry mouth, as he bites you then, pushing his cum deeper inside you. “Oh my- fucking- b-baby…”

“Toru… it's s'good…” You both mindlessly whine, his strong arms wrapped so tight you can barely breathe, as he kisses your neck, your shoulders, and you’re lapping up every bit of his presence.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” He’s pumping it in you more, but it’s gushing out in little ropes around his cock, along with your arousal, and you hear how soaked you have made him as he’s whimpering more. “S-so sensitive…” His husky voice whines out, and you can barely function.

“I know, I know… m-me too…” You both kiss then, him turning your head and devouring your lips.

“You make me so pathetic, brat. It’s embarrassing.” Your heart falters, and you kiss him once more, emotional now.

“You make me pathetic, Satoru. I fucking love this so much. Need you so, so much…” He exhales, hands rubbing up to grip your soft breasts, still inside you, feeling your aftershocks surround him.

“I need you constantly. I…” His alarm goes off, and he curses under his breath, easing out of you gently. “Let me clean you up.”

He grabs wipes and comes to gently take care of you, he always does you notice, he never just fucks you and goes about whatever he’s doing. You feel the love for him growing with each glance, touch, whisper… fuck you can’t stand how much you feel for him, it kills you.

“There, looking so perfect. No one knows you had your Professor’s cock inside you, hmm?” He smirks as he watches you turn bright red, then sits on the chair, patting his lap.

“Do we have time?”

“Yeah a few more minutes. C’mere, be a good girl.” You sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck, pressing little kisses to his cheek. “The case is out of town, so guess who gets to be alone?”

“Oh shit, yeah?” He nods, brushing your hair back as you had done, trying to fix your messy ponytail. 

“They have adjoining rooms but. Fuck that. We do need to really focus though, so I will be a little more serious, but I think you can help me this weekend too.”

“I’d love to help, you have no freaking clue!”

“Knew it. I am so proud of you.” You just shake your head, blushing again. “Nerdy little brat. You should wear glasses.”

“Should I?”

“Mmmhmm. Would be hot as fuck.”

“You’re freaky, Professor Dickhead.”

“Hey! Thought that was done.”

“Never.” You stick your tongue out and he glares, but then his alarm goes off again, so he sighs, snuggling you tightly, head on your breasts, pecking kisses on your collarbone. “When’s the case?”

“Next monday. Don’t worry I’m sneaking you out this weekend, I sure am not waiting to have you in my bed. But just gotta be a little careful. I’m gonna have my driver bring you, okay?”

Your tummy flutters with excitement. “I get to see your place?!”

He chuckles against your skin, nipping your delicate collarbone. “You do, you’ll help me study for this case and I’ll make you dinner.”

“You cook!”

“I mean… I am gonna try. If it’s shitty we’ll order.”

“Let me cook at your place. Or help you. Deal?”

“You’re too perfect, look at you.” He cups your face, staring so intently, and your tummy clenches, his cum dripping into your panties a stark reminder of how much you truly want him, fucking crave him…

Fucking love him.

“You’re perfect, GQ model.” He rolls his pretty eyes, and then pecks more kisses on your face, sighing as he realizes he has to go, and so do you. “Miss you so much, you know.”

“Me too, you're so addicting.” You both kiss once more, and it gets heated, the room electrified, but he breaks away and exhales on your lips. “Friday night, at eight, bring some clothes mmkay?”

“Staying the night at my Professor’s?” He grins, his fangs just glinting, his handsome face lit up deviously.

“Course you are. I’ve already got you a toothbrush and girlie things.”

“What!”

“Mmhmm. Facial care. Your skin is so pretty you know. I can tell you take care of it.” He trails his fingers down your cheek, and you inhale at that, at the thoughtfulness.

“Oh, Toru…”

“Don’t get sappy over skincare, brat. Now, get this sexy little ass to class, hmm? Bet you’re gonna drip the whole time.” Satoru’s husky words tickle your ear as he stands you up, bending down low, his big hands on your waist.

“Not fair.” You mumble, and he cups your face then, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose even, before hovering over your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, little brat. Can’t get you out of my mind.” You do tear up at that, breath catching, breasts rising and falling as you hold his face in your tiny little hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby, you gotta toughen up you know. Gonna be a sappy lawyer.”

“Can’t help it.” He kisses you again, before the bell rings, and you both separate, putting yourselves back together. “Best day ever. Again.”

“Are all your best days with me? Am I so amazing?” Satoru asks with a smirk as you all head towards the door, and you look down then. “What’s wrong, Shnookums?”

“All my best days are with you.” You say softly, and then go to open the door, but his hand pauses you, his chest pressed on your back.

“I’ll give you way better days. Seen nothing yet, brat. Mmkay?” His words make you ache, your tummy doing somersaults, and you nod, smiling and blinking back the emotion. “Have a good day, yeah? Text me.”

“I will, Toru.” You both kiss one more time before you all peek out at the halls, and step out, gaze lingering as you all do your own things, him another lecture, you another class and then your paralegal job. But you just want to hold his damn hand, be in his arms.

Staying the night at Satoru’s place!?

You can’t even hold in your excitement at it.

***

Friday eve: 24 hrs till you get to fuck study with Satoru in his house

Yuta and Maki are on your couch as you all sip on wine and nibble on popcorn, laughing at the horror film, it was one of the things you all made time to do every single month, without fail. You’re smushed in the middle of them, their arms around you, hands touching each other. No matter that they’re together now, they always do this on movie night, smush you with their affection.

You love them.

There had been a time when they were all you had, and when they’d gotten together it had been a little awkward, shit it still got awkward, but no matter what they both were still your best friends. Now you actually have someone, even if you can’t exactly show the same affection in most places, Satoru has become very important to you.

“What ya thinkin about, girlie?” Yuta asks, ruffling your hair, and you sigh, shaking your head, only for Maki to rest her head on your shoulder.

“Tell me what’s going on, babe.” She murmurs, and you sigh again.

“Two sighs, uh oh.” Yuta teases, and you giggle then.

“I just really love you all.”

“We love you too. But what else is up, hmm?” Yuta asks, and pauses the movie then, right when someone is getting chainsawed up. You sip the tart wine, humming to yourself a bit.

“When did you all say you loved each other?” You ask, and Maki jumps up, eyes wide, and you roll your own, bracing for impact.

“The dick is that good!?” You giggle, shaking your head at her.

“It’s a lot more than that. I just… felt so comfy in his arms?”

“Aww this is so fuckin cute! I’m dying, bitch.” Maki grabs the wine and tops off all your glasses, and you and Yuta laugh at her enthusiasm.

“I’m afraid to say it, like we have known each other for a couple of months? And it’s still new. He hasn’t said it… but he did say he loves a lot about me. And talked about really serious things.” You run your finger along the rim of your glass, a little nervously, images of Satoru rolling in your mind.

“How could he not love you?” Yuta says, and you start to blink back emotion then, to the point tears hit your eyes, burning them.

“Yuta I’m gonna cry!” Maki also tears up, and then Yuta hugs you. “Stop it, I cry enough!”

“He’s right though, who wouldn’t love you.” Maki hugs you too, and you snuggle up with them two.

“Ugh, you all are the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” You all sit back a bit, and Maki has to wipe the little tears on your cheeks, you brush back her silky emerald hair and she smiles up at you.

“Just be honest with him, babes. Don’t hold back. You are so loving, you know, always have been.” She says, and you take a shaky sip of wine again.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same? It’ll crush me, ugh.” You say, and Yuta frowns then, but Maki just grins.

“Then you’ll just be our girlfriend.” You snort then, and Yuta is bright red, Maki shrugs at you both. “What? It could work.”

“Maki you’re so wild. Love you.” She kisses your cheek then. “But no, I want what you two have, not third wheel life status.”

“It’s an open offer.” She winks and now you’re blushing, until all three of you started laughing again.

“You’re making Yuta so embarrassed!” You nudge him with your shoulder, Maki just giggles.

“As if he didn’t have a crush on you in high school!” Your eyes widen, and Yuta’s bright red now, scowling at Maki.

“Maki, don’t!”

“What? It was cute.” Maki is too much sometimes, but fuck if you don’t love her, poor Yuta though!

“Did you really?” You ask shyly, and he sighs, rolling his grey eyes and taking a huge sip of his drink.

“How did you not know? It was kinda obvious.” You mess up his perfect emo black hair and he smacks your hand, pouting all cutely.

“Had no clue, I didn’t even think you two would date, we were so close.”

“We still are. Just… life. And hot professors.” Your turn to blush.

“You were too obsessed with your podcasts to pay any attention to me. Or had your nose in a Stephen King book.” He taps your nose and you stick your tongue out then.

“True… but, rude!”

“Nerds are hot, it's okay.” Maki winks and you all laugh again.

“He does call me nerdy. Nerdy little brat.”

“Okay… kinky!” You giggle, and Yuta is blushing again. “Wait, have you all… in class !?”

“N-no!” Your face tells on you though, and now they’re bombarding you with questions, you refuse them all, hopping up and running off to the bathroom. You are a little… a lot buzzed… and you pop your phone out, seeing a text.

Toru ❤️: I miss you, Shnookums. Send titty pics plz. 🥺

You giggle at the text, and look in the mirror, seeing your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. You slide off your top and snap a pic, giggling maniacally when you send it, and then you go to the bathroom, what you originally came here for, and you wash your hands, seeing that he’s just texted back.

Toru ❤️: (Image sent)

“Holy fuck.” You murmur, as you see Satoru’s hard cock, his big hand gripping it and still nowhere near the size. You gulp, as the mix of Satoru’s picture and the wine has you soaking wet, and then you remember your friends are here.

You: Why you gotta do this, I’m with Maki and Yuta! Ugh wish you could just come over  😭

Toru ❤️: I could sneak in, I’ll wear a hat or they’ll know the white hair.

You: Be serious! You know I’ll be over tomorrow.

Toru ❤️: Can’t wait. Titties too pretty, Shnookums.

You: Maki and Yuta are here. You can come watch movies with us? They end up making out every time. We’re all sipping wine.

Toru ❤️: I need you alone.

You: Toru! You’ll have me alone. Just come… sneak in and watch horror flicks. I’ll have Yuta run down when you get here, you act cool.

Toru ❤️: Oh fine, acting like we’re in some bank heist. Omw.

“He’s coming over!” Maki and Yuta separate, from clearly kissing, Maki is full out on Yuta’s lap, and they look at you in surprise. “To watch… a movie with us.”

“Oh shit, really?” Maki hops up, and Yuta tries to fix his discheveled state, you giggle at them.

“Yes, for real. I’m no nervous! Is the place clean!?”

“It’s fine babe. I’ll help you pick up.”

“Perfect, thank you ugh. Yuta, you’re gonna walk him up. Incognito.” Yuta smirks then, saluting you.

“Ay-Ay captain.”

Soon, Satoru Gojo, Professor Dickhead himself, is standing tall as fuck in your doorway, nearly hitting your little ceiling, and he’s got some black beanie on, you run up and hug him when he’s walked in with Yuta. He is laughing breathlessly, taking off the beanie and peeking down at you.

“Feel like I’m sneaking in your bedroom window.” You’re so overheated then, at his little purr, at how cute he is when he’s being so goofy, and fuck if it doesn’t make your heart hurt worse.

“You kind of are, huh?” You brush his now messed up hair back, and his glittery eyes get a little dazed then as he looks down at you in your pajamas. His big hands are taking over your little waist, as he pecks little kisses on your cheeks. “It does suck having to be so sneaky, but kinda fun hmm?”

“I’d do whatever to see you.” He realizes what he says, flushing a bit then, and you caress his cheek, as Maki and Yuta clear their throats, winking and gesturing over at you.

“What is this, Kiss the Girl? Little Mermaid?” They grin at you then, and Maki starts singing ‘sha-la-la”

You shake your head laughing, then Satoru looks behind his shoulder, and they whistle nonchalantly, hands behind their backs. Satoru smirks then, popping a little kiss on your lips, just a tease but it makes your breath catch from just that. He pulls back and smirks down at you.

“Gotta give the masses what they want, hmm?”

Soon you all have popped on another movie, and you have made Satoru hot cocoa because he doesn’t want wine, not sweet enough apparently. You put a ton of whipped cream. He’s sipping it as he’s sitting on the couch, long legs sprawled, and you’re on his lap snuggled.

Ugh, it feels perfect.

Every time a jump scare happens you’re snuggling more against his hard body, but let’s be honest, you weren’t actually scared, were you? You just wanted an excuse to bury your face in his neck, for his arms to wrap tighter around you. And Satoru seemed to enjoy the embrace just as much, as he and Yuta spoke about the fights in the movie, as Satoru and Maki playfully argue.

It was so sweet it makes you feel so full, having the most important people all together, it oddly feels like… a family. Something you’ve never really had, and even as there are zombies running after people on the tv, you tear up from happiness. As dangerous of a game as you and Satoru were currently playing, the reward was worth any risk you could imagine.

“Hey… what’s wrong, girlie?” Yuta asks then, and you realize tears are free flowing down your cheeks, glittering in the dark room lit by the fluorescent tv glow. Satoru frowns, cupping your face gently.

“What is it, baby girl?” He asks, and you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m just really happy. All my important people in one place. Like I have a family.” You choke up as you speak, and they all hug on you then, Satoru fits in so perfectly it’s unreal. “I know, it’s just a movie but we don’t… we can’t…”

“Shh, shh.” Satoru tries to calm you down, and you’re hiccuping now.

“It’s happy tears, promise.” Maki kisses your forehead, then looks at Satoru, who studies you with a careful expression, then she yanks Yuta up.

“Why don’t we give you the night alone? I bet Professor hottie will make you… cheer up.” Maki smirks, Satoru grins, Yuta looks flushed and your mouth is open.

“Maki!” She laughs then, brushing your hair back, and Satoru snuggles you even closer. “But I love you all together.”

“And we’ll do it again. But I think you two need some cuddle time, hmm?”

“I agree.” Satoru says, and you giggle.

“Of course you agree!”

“I’ll cheer you right up. Listen to Maki.” He high fives her then, and you roll your eyes at the two.

“We will see you tomorrow, babe. Enjoy your weekend, Professor.” Maki says, as they gather their things. You get up and hug them both, kissing their cheeks.

“Love you two!”

“We love you.” They say bye to Satoru then, and you lock up behind them, with a trembling hand, peeking back and seeing Satoru sprawled out on your little couch, and your heart flutters.

Alone.

It was something that you didn’t think would happen, him up in your room, and he’s holding his hand out, crooking those long fingers, making you giddy. You eagerly sit back on his lap, gasping when he pulls you to straddle him, clicking off the movie with the remote as he does.

“I got emotional again, ugh.” You whisper, and Satoru just shakes his head, putting a finger to your lips.

“Don’t apologize, brat. It's not your fault you’re a crybaby.”

“Dick!” He smirks, yanking your top up then, and you gasp as the cool air hits your bare breasts, and his hungry gaze, as he licks his lower lip. “Did you and Maki plan this smooth exit!? Because you’re horny.”

“Nah, she’s just the best friend ever.” You bite your lower lip, nodding.

“She is. She said if you don’t love me then I’ll be their girlfriend.” You pause then, as he’s gripping your breasts, about to plant a kiss on one of the peaks, and his baby blue eyes lock on yours. He just stares up at you, lips parted and glossy, and your hands are paused as they were rubbing his chest. “It was a joke, Toru… um, promise I don’t expect that yet.”

He blinks a bit, easing his hands off your breasts then, and cupping your face, pulling you down gently to meet him, to where your lips are just a breath away. His sweet breath hits, tasting like the cocoa he drank mixed with him , with the man you fucking adore. And you’re so stressed you’ve fucked it up…

“If I don’t love you, huh?” You blink a bit, whining as he’s growing hard between your thighs, as you feel the heat of him against you.

“Yeah… if you don’t love me back.” The words spill, and you lean back and look away, covering your face. “Sorry… the wine…”

“Speak your mind, brat. Look at me.” He pulls your hands down, and you feel your pulse racing, heart thumping out of your chest, as his big hands hold your own, as his beautiful gaze bores into you.

“Satoru I… I’m in love with you. Shit, I said that!?” He smirks then, before he’s chuckling and you’re groaning, going to get off him then, but he holds you by your hips and presses you down.

“You’re so cute.” He kisses you then, and you sigh, leaning back into the embrace, happy he at least wasn’t leaving you, or- “I already knew.”

“What!?” He’s grinning now like a little shit, and you get flushed again. “What do you mean you knew?”

“You said it in your sleep, silly.” You whine then, so embarrassed you can’t even think, looking away. “Hey, now… how couldn’t you? I’m the best.”

“You’re a jerk is what you are! Ugh. So you knew!”

“Mmhmm.” He stands, holding you then, and your legs are around him as you cling to his shoulders with your arms, and he holds you tight, walking you over to press you on a wall then, and your heart races, soaking wet already and he’s making everything so much worse. “Guess what, Miss Brat?”

“What, Professor? Gonna make fun of me more? Mean man.” You pout at him, as his hands are running up your body, as his eyes study your face in your little dorm room.

“They don’t get you as their girlfriend. No way.” You blink then, as the weight of his words hits, as it’s like every thing has faded but this moment. You’re sputtering, probably like a fucking fish, and he’s brushing your hair back gently.

“They don’t?” You whisper, and Satoru shakes his head.

“Nope no way. Because I’m so in love with you I’m stupid. So in love with you I need you like I need oxygen.” You’re in tears, taking shaky breaths as he holds you, as the emotion in his voice makes it so clear. You wonder, are you dreaming? Could this truly be happening? “Love you so much it kills me every moment I’m not around you. All I can think about, all I see when I close my eyes.”

“ Satoru .” You’re slamming your lips on his, and he’s moaning, taking his own shaky breath and squeezing you so tight he is your oxygen. “Satoru I love you so much it consumes me.” You whisper, pulling back, and he wipes your tears, his own eyes glassy with emotion. “Love you more than anything. With you, I feel like I finally have a home.”

“You’re such a little brat making me cry, fuck off.” He whines, and you giggle through your own tears, swiping the few that trickle from his brilliant eyes. He exhales, cheeks reddened, pressing your back against the wall. “How can you be real? How can you be so perfect?”

“I ask the same thing. Every minute I look at you. I’d do anything for you, Satoru Gojo. Anything.” Your voice is so shaky, so broken, and he rests his forehead on yours now, exhaling against your skin.

“I will do anything for you, baby girl. I mean it. I will never let you be hurt, I will take care of you…”

“Satoru…”

“I’ll fuck like ten babies into you.”

“Satoru!”

“What I want a lot.” You both break out into emotional mix of laughter, keeping you snug against him, and his face is so gorgeous when he smiles it breaks your heart. “Fine, a few babies.”

“A few babies.” You agree, and his brows lower, as the energy changes between both of you. “Hmm… I’m ovulating this weekend too.”

“You’re fucking killing me, brat.” He’s sliding your shorts then, and you eagerly buck your hips, moaning loudly when he sinks two fingers into your slick heat. “Fuck you’re soaked.”

“Want you. Want you.” You mindlessly whine out the words, as he presses against that spot and you see stars burst behind your eyes. “Toru, please, in me, now… now…”

“Greedy girl. You won’t even let me play?” You shake your head, and he smirks at you, as he’s got his cock out, and you gasp when it’s rubbing your slick folds. “Y’know… fuck you feel good … I literally was p-planning to… confess…”

“Y-you were?” You ask weakly, and then he sinks in, stretching you out so good you cry out in pleasure, body struggling to take him.

“You’re not ready, fuck… why are you so stubborn?” He whispers between gritted teeth, pulling out, and you spasm around him, head lolling back for his kisses, his bites, his tongue sliding up. “You’re tryna make me cum quick again.”

“No, I just need you. Mmnh!” He slams into you, groaning against your neck, a hand on the wall beside your head as he holds you. “You were gonna?”

“Yes. I had a - ah- plan. Little brat.”

“I love you.” He moans again, slamming his lips on yours, beginning to fuck into you, and you’re soaking his cock, dripping down his thighs, and he’s gripping your breasts and pushing them up to his face, sucking on the peaks, making you even more sensitive as his thick length is stretching you.

“Love you, baby girl. Bratty girl. Slutty girl.” You whimper then, clinging to him as he’s hitting your spot, his cock soaked in your juices. “Hear how slutty she is.”

“F-fuck… Toru…” You’re whining, and he snatches you up, before falling on his pants, and you both end up on your carpet, laughing wildly, as he’s on top of you now, kicking the rest of his pants off.

“All mine, aren’t you?” Satoru looks at you down on the floor, your hair flowing around your beautiful face, and fuck you consume him. You’re everything to him, as you whine out softly, your eyes glittering, your face sticky with tears.

“Yes, Toru. Yes.” Those words, from your perfect lips drive Satoru insane, and now he is smashing his lips on your own now, as he rips your shorts down your thighs. You tremble in his arms as he shoves his cock back in, sinking into that slick little cunt of yours, and you just suck him in.

“Holy fuck… baby .” He groans out, and now he is fucking you right there on the floor, and he’s getting rougher, animalistic as your legs slip around his hips, as you whimper in his ear.

“Ah!” He hisses as your nails dig into his back, leaving trails of fire as Satoru’s strokes hit even harder, as every little sound you make just fuels that need in Satoru, the need to claim you, fill you, make you his and only his. “T-Toru!”

He loves that he makes you stutter, that your eyes are rolling back in your head, that your lips are parted open, he fucks you so good you cum around him, and he can’t take it. Satoru can’t handle how good you feel, how that little cunt just milks him, your little heels dragging down his thighs, your soft breasts rising and falling with your panting breaths.

Fuck what you do to him.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” He murmurs, and you fall apart in his arms, as sweat drips down his body onto your skin, and you make no attempt to be quiet while your Professor is fucking you on your dorm floor.

He kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin and tasting you, feeling you shudder beneath him, nipping and leaving marks in places he shouldn’t. Fuck he shouldn’t be doing this, but he loses it for you, there’s no logical lawyer brain anymore, it’s all just you. His love.

Love him, you love him.

You tighten around him then, legs locking on his waist, and he sees it, how you’re falling off that edge with him, you’re just as consumed as he is, aren’t you? He grabs your thigh, sliding it up high and over his shoulder then, slamming into your cervix, his tip just weeping as it hits it, and you gasp, back arching, breasts in perfect view.

You’re so perfect.

“Please, Toru… please. Cum in me.” You beg then, as your brows draw together, and he’s already close, but now you completely wreck his resolve. So sensitive as he watches you tense, your little nails digging in and leaving marks.

“Need me to fill you up, huh?” You nod, desperate, and he falls apart now, over you, as he feels his release come even closer.

“Cum with me, baby. Now.” You do as he orders, you always do, you’re such a good girl for him. He lets you know. “Good girl.”

“Mnh-ah fuck! Toru!” You scream now, shuddering and throbbing around his cock, and he moans, pressing over you, feeling your perfect body so small under his as he chases his own release.

Satoru picks up the pace then, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that echoes through the room. You watch Satoru’s breath hitch, his eyes never leaving yours, that blue that sucks you in, looking as discheveled as you, and then he’s groaning, stuttering his pace, and you feel him.

“Oh my… baby .” He cries out, and you drink in his cries as he fills your little pussy with all his cum, endless puffy white ropes that fill your walls, and you both tremble, clinging to each other, mouths devouring. “Baby need you to take it all… can you baby.”

“All of it, Toru. Mnh… all.” You make little mewling sounds from the back of your neck as he pumps it in slowly, as you spill out around him, feeling him pulsing so deep inside you.

Slowly, you all come down, his hands cupping your face, kissing you deeply, and your tongue meets his, stroke for stroke, as he stops moving finally, damn near collapsing on top of you. He’s heavy but you love the weight, you love feeling his heart thud against your breasts, love the little breaths he take. You love how he looks down at you.

“Love you.” You whisper, and he exhales, kissing you deeply, desperately, finally easing out and making you both hiss.

“I love you. So much you can’t even know.” You suck in a breath at that, as he’s so warm on top of you, and how you snuggle against him, back aching from the damn carpet but you don’t care.

This moment is perfect.

Satoru Gojo loves you.

And whatever would happen, you feel you can take it, take anything to just stay here, feeling so loved, feeling like you’re home.

“Fuck I don’t wanna ever leave. But your dorm is so shitty and small.” You scoff then, as he grins down at you, white teeth glinting in the night.

“Hey now, it’s for now. I’ll have my own law firm before you know it.” He hums at that, kissing a little trail down your collarbone, hands running gently down your curves.

“Bet you fucking will. And I’ll be by your side, you know that? I’ll help you any way I can, because I know you’ll fucking kill it.” You are going to cry for the tenth time tonight, feeling the love and devotion and care from him, pouring out.

“I am learning from the best, huh? Argued your way out of a quick nut.” You giggle then as he glares.

“You little brat!” You’re over his lap in just a moment, as he smacks your ass hard, making you yelp. “I should have used the yardstick.”

“Mmhmm!”

Soon Satoru has to leave, and you’re so upset, but it was way easier to sneak out at night then it would be in the morning. You both are kissing each other, over and over, and he’s holding you, rocking you side to side gently.

“I want to stay in your arms forever, Satoru.”

“You’re so corny. Needy. Whiny.” You punch him. “Ow, and so abusive!”

You’re laughing though. “Fuck I adore you. It’s so nice to say out loud, it’s been just in my…”

“In your head?” You nod. “Same. Ever since you read that damn essay on my desk, like some nerdy boss.”

“Oh gosh, really!?” He nods, and you feel your heart ache, tightening in your chest and tummy. “I knew it when I met you almost. Isn’t that so corny?”

“It’s the pussy eating skill.” He sticks his tongue out and you’re bright red, making him chuckle, running his fingertips down your jaw. “I’ll have my driver here at eight, remember?” You nod. “Good. Now kiss me goodnight.”

You lean up, hands on his shoulders, kissing him sweetly, aching for him to stay, for him to hold you, but you let him go, reluctantly. “Ugh. Good night, Toru, thank you for coming over. I know it’s risky.”

He puts back on his beanie and sunglasses. “It’ll be okay, we just have to be careful, I can't forgive myself if you get hurt.”

“I know…” You both stand there a moment too long, hands holding each others, fingers entwined. “I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m gonna teach you how to cook.”

“Good, I really can only make ramen.” You’re giggling again. “Good night, Shnookums.”

“Good night, Toru.” He slips out, and you’re a mess, overwhelmed with an insane joy, intertwined with worry, with stress for what’s to come, but nothing outweighs how happy you are.

You: Let me know when you get home please.

You head to bed, snuggling up with your plushie, and you smile against your pillow when you hear the little buzz of your phone.

Toru ❤️: I’m home now, get some sleep. Gonna keep you up all night tomorrow, and you have class, brat.

You nervously bite your lip, feeling yourself giddy at the thoughts racing through your mind. Alone with Satoru again, the best feeling in the world.

You: Already in bed, you fucked me to sleep you know. You’re dick is melatonin.

He laugh reacts, and you feel sleep tugging at you.

Toru ❤️: Love you, Shnookums. Good night.

Now your heart explodes.

You: Love you, Toru. Sweet dreams.

You fall into a deep sleep, missing the warmth of his arms.

***

The next day

“Holy fuck…” You murmur, you’re all dressed up and ready to go the next evening, it’s all purples and pinks in the sky as the sun falls behind the horizon, and you see a whole limo pull up.

A limo!?

A pale, distinguished man who looks super tired comes out, opening your door and smiling at you, pushing up his round glasses as he says your name. “Kiyotaka. It’s a pleasure to actually meet you. Mr. Gojo talks about you so-”

“Shut up, Ijichi!” You giggle when you hear Satoru’s voice from the limo, then he curses, leaning forward to put his finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet. “Get in now, brat.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You’re sitting next to Satoru in his… limo!? And he’s pulling you against him, moaning as your lips meet, and fuck if you couldn’t get used to making out with him like this, the desperation, the passion. And you end up on his damn lap, as he’s slipping up your dress.

“You just wanna fuck me in a limo, hmm?” You tease, and he grins, as you brush back his snowy white hair.

“I like to ride in style, thank you, Miss Brat. Fuck I missed you. One day.”

“I know, me too. I’m so excited.”

“Mmm, me too. Don’t forget, I’m also putting you to work, I really need to study for this case, and you can’t let your lessons slack off.”

“Of course, Professor .” He groans, and you feel him, hard under you, pressing up, as your head falls back.

“Need a lesson?”

“Yes, don’t let me get behind on my studies.” You’re kissing him again, as his hands are slipping your dress up, gripping your ass and yanking you down. “You know you never gave me a real lesson on blow jobs.”

“You just wanna suck me off in moving vehicles. How dangerous, little law student.” You’re laughing breathlessly and he’s kissing down your neck, you feel his grin against your skin. “But… let’s have a lesson, see if you earn any gold stars.”

ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/144669811

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Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity and confusion. Angst and smut and yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Cunnilingus, rough sex, dirty talk, objectification, spitting, overstimation, Satoru is a toxic hottie, obsessed behavior

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 11k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't even understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a horrible idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance to touch you and... The moment he touches you...Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you, while you're left confused... will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 3 - Masterlist

Chapter 4

Satoru's POV

Satoru sees you, in the dark of the night, and you crush his goddamn heart with those streaks down your face of tears. You step out of your VW beetle, and he cringes as he sees you have eyelashes on the headlights, flowers all over it. It looks awful, it certainly doesn’t suit someone as beautiful as you, oh if you could be his he would make sure you never had to drive anywhere.

You step up to him, still in that little dress from earlier, and the sight of the straps of your lingerie entice him to no end, falling just slightly off your little shoulders, revealing so much supple skin. Your eyes, the ones that haunt his every dream, are all puffy and red from crying, and there is an anger that takes hold of Satoru then.

What did Suguru do to you?

Whatever it is, Satoru wants to just keep you safe, if he can make you his… Could you be his? Would you? His thoughts make him ache as his gaze looks down your every curve, as you clutch your little hands together nervously, your pink purse slung over your shoulder. You’re so girly and pretty and…

What’s he doing? Just standing out here. He should ask you in, no fuck he should carry you in, like the little doll you are. Oh and to fuck you like a doll makes him so hard under his pajama pants he can’t function. To have you to himself…

Satoru shakes himself out of it, out of the thoughts of you that never stop running through his addled mind, you encompass all his thoughts lately. He’d been stroking himself to the memory of your cunt so hard his dick hurt, wishing he could have done more to you, so much more. But were you really ready to be his, or would you stay just out of reach?

It tortures him, you torture him.

Your POV

“Why does your car have eyelashes!?” Satoru demands, in the middle of the night, fuck it’s almost the morning. And you can’t stop the giggle that escapes your lips as he’s standing there shirtless, arms crossed over his chest in blue pajama pants with little cats on them.

“Why are you judging me, while you’re wearing those?” You tug at them, and he glares down at you.

“ These are comfy. That is stupid. So ugly. Like beetles aren’t ugly enough.” He shivers in disdain and you cross your arms too, scowling.

“My beetle is beautiful! Look at the flowers! Those are hand painted, I’ll have you know.”

“They’re hideous. Ugh, come in, your car is turning me off. Gonna be no dick for you.” You roll your eyes as you walk into his fancy house now, with floor to ceiling windows, modern and beautiful. It’s immaculate as you step in.

“You’re so mean. Should I even be here?” You ask, and then gasp as he’s got you pressed against the door, holding your face gently in his huge hands, and you see his mad look in those pretty blue eyes.

“I asked you here, so shut up. Okay?” You just sigh, little hands gripping his wrists then. “You want a drink?”

“Am I … staying the night?” You ask nervously, and he laughs a bit then.

“It’s almost morning. Yeah you’re staying. Drink or not?”

“Yes, thank you.” He grabs your hand and leads you toward the kitchen, eyeing you as he pops open a bottle of whiskey, you try to even your erratic breathing. “Want something to wear besides a dress?”

“You wanna see me in your clothes, huh?” He rolls his pretty eyes, and then hands you a little crystal glass filled with amber liquid.

“I’ll get you something but it’ll be huge. You’re tiny.” He didn’t answer your question, but he’s back with a soft gray shirt and black shorts. You sigh, smiling gratefully at him.

“Thank you, Toru.”

“Shut it with the nickname, brat. Go get out of that dress, mmkay. Bathroom is right there.” He points and you take a sip of the whiskey first, letting it burn, walking over to Satoru’s bathroom and changing then, his clothes are so long on you, but they’re comfy and soft.

You tie the shorts as tight as they go, peeking at your dress and lingerie, folding them with a frown, as it hits you. Suguru Geto, the man you really thought you were in love with, hadn’t even cared to see you in it. He hadn’t found you good enough to even cuddle with, to even… and you’re just done with him, now. How did someone so perfect become so…

Awful. Suguru was awful.

You weren’t the best, no you’re here with his best friend, aren’t you? But you only feel slightly better knowing you are done, but you know that this will lead to so much more drama, but you couldn’t not come here. There was so much there, in the energy between Satoru Gojo and you, that you are consumed with it.

Your phone buzzes, and you peek at it, only to see his name, and you damn near want to throw the fucking phone.

Suguru : Princess, please don’t let this be over. I am so sorry… can we please talk? I can’t wait until tomorrow.

You: Suguru I said we’d talk but I can’t. I am done. I don’t want to be treated second best any longer. Please just let it go.

Suguru: We are not done. You can’t just say that, you can’t just do that, where even are you? Let me come over.

You: And leave Shoko alone? No, don't be so rude. Treat her better than you did me.

Suguru: I don’t love her, can’t you see? I was just… hurt by how close you and Satoru were.

You scoff, rolling your eyes and glaring at the goddamn phone.

You: Bullshit. You ignored me last time with her. You can’t just blame Toru for all our problems.

Suguru: Toru!? You call him a nickname? The man that called you unattractive just Friday, the one who is mean as fuck to you? Now I know he is the problem. Me and you will fix this.

You: There is nothing to fix. There’s no us.

Suguru: You can’t mean that. Give me a chance, to show how important you are to me, to show love. We won’t play around anymore. I see that it’s hurt you and I feel like shit.

You: I’m sorry but no, it’s more than that. This isn’t fixable. You couldn’t even cuddle with me? I just felt so alone.

Your tears well back up as those sounds hit, you’re so perfect , it nearly incapacitates you.

Suguru: Just let me come see you. I can’t just write to you. Did you not even really love me at all? How can you love someone and leave?

You: I thought I was in love with you, but I don’t even know you.

Suguru: You do know me. Just let me fix it, let me make you feel special, we can get away from here and just be alone.

You: No. Throw out anything I left, and do me a favor, treat Shoko better than you did me. Wish you the best. Goodbye, Suguru.

You ignore anything else he says now, putting the phone on silent, hyperventilating damn near as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. The phone is buzzing and vibrating, shaking in a circle, and he’s calling you, so you say fuck it, and hold down the power button.

What are you doing at his best friend’s house? What future could you and Satoru have, as his best friend… if Satoru even wanted that. At the moment it seems you two are just sexual. Very sexual. Mind blowingly Sexual actually, but hate sex doesn’t equal relationship. But do you even want one?

Or do you want to feel Satoru Gojo’s lips on every inch of your body?

Want to see his eyes when they go insane blue?

Want him to say those horrible things, call you a slut, a whore even,  want him to cum in you?

Fuck.

You’re overheated, your brain is just mush, with exhaustion, heartache and something more, something new. An obsession growing with the white haired man out there waiting for you, the one who you ran to, the one who hates you. He does hate you, doesn’t he?

But his hate feels better than Suguru’s ‘love’.

You shake it off, walking out now and Satoru’s hungry gaze rakes over you, as he’s sipping his own drink, the room is dimly lit in soft light, bathing his perfect shirtless body in an ethereal glow. You eye him greedily, every beautiful muscle, every cut and line on his well formed frame.

“So, have a seat, brat.” He taps the stool next to the bar, and you rest your arms on the granite countertop, sighing as he sits next to you. “What happened?”

“He… I… Oh, shit…” You’re crying, then, and Satoru hesitates, watching as you try to swipe your tears off your face. “Sorry, fuck.”

“So it was bad. Huh?” You exhale, nodding then.

“So… Suguru has a rule that we don’t play once one of us is done, he’s always had this rule. But I woke up and… I was alone. I figured he must be crashed on the couch, but…”

“Oh shit.” He wipes a hand down his face, sighing.

“Y-yeah. Um he… well they were fucking. Obviously. But it wasn’t even that, I could forgive it even though it’s hurtful-”

“What!? Why would you forgive that? Him breaking every rule he’s created like some game.” Satoru’s anger is clear in his voice, and you tremble a bit at it. “And he sure didn’t fucking want to let you come here, so what he plays with women on his own and you have to listen ?”

“I know. I know it’s fucked up. But I would forgive him if not for-”

“You’re stupid.”

You glare at him, as you both angrily sip your drink. “Let me finish if you want to know what happened. Stop cutting me off.”

“Well if you weren’t talking so stupid I would. Why in the hell would you take him fucking in the guest room when he said, right in front of me mind you, that he would be cuddling with you.”

“I’m hurt as fuck, okay!? I am not saying it’s not so hurtful. But I get it that he wants her a lot. That I’m not enough-”

“So fucking stupid. You’re a whole idiot to think that.”

“Satoru let me finish!”

He grimaces, rolling his eyes, his white lashes fluttering, and then he touches you, hand on your thigh. You shiver at it, at the first physical contact from Satoru Gojo, alone. “Did you break up with him?”

“Yes. I did. He wouldn’t let me go unless I promised to talk to him later, he was like blocking me by the door. Trying to explain. Anyway it’s not that he fucked her, yeah it hurt, but it was what he said to her. I can’t-”

“You’re done with him though?”

Your eyes meet his, and you see it, the desperation in them, when he cups your face, studying you. “Yes I am done, I can't do it anymore. I texted him just now to let me go and have fun with Shoko-”

“So, you're done with him? Not gonna go back?”

“Done. He even did this ‘I love you’ fake confession.” Satoru snorts at that, rolling his eyes. “Satoru you won’t let me finish a sentence for shit, by the way.”

“You’ll finish all over my mouth in just a few minutes. Hurry up now.” You blink a bit then, lips parted as you gasp at his words, as his hand on your thigh squeezes, squishing the plush of your thigh with his huge grip.

“Thought you hated me?”

“Finish the reason you’re so upset, aside from the obvious. Before I occupy this pretty mouth.” His gaze is on your lips now, you involuntarily lick the lower one, making him moan.

“Jesus christ.” You sigh, and he releases you for a moment, you struggle to focus, to think. “He’s your best friend, though.”

“Yeah I know, but the way he acted around you? I don’t know where that’s coming from. I couldn’t figure out why he’d share you till I saw him with Shoko and he just ignored you. Who could ignore you!? When I saw that I just…”

“Yeah. He was moaning, loud too like he clearly didn’t care, but then he said she was perfect, the most perfect and I just-I just-” You feel a fresh onslaught of tears then, and Satoru scowls down at you.

“You’re so perfect I hate you, remember? Fuck that.” You moan when he yanks your head back, gripping you by the nape of your neck.

“Toru you say that but I don’t know why. I don’t know what you see to make you think it. I’m a bartender that drives a beetle-”

“With eyelashes on it too.” You giggle a bit, breathless in his grasp, but he’s so serious as his fingers are sliding up under his shorts, and you’re getting wet just from that. “Terrible taste in aesthetics aside, you’re so gorgeous it kills me.”

“Satoru…” You whisper, as he’s leaned close, his sweet breath on your lips and you drink it in, his desire, his words.

“You are, goddamn brat. Don’t expect sappy fucking words, don’t expect me to call you a Princess, but I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget anything he said. Anything he did.”

“Satoru!” You cry out when he finds you, slick and dripping already.

“Did he touch you at all? When I left?” He’s rubbing your clit in little circles, and you moan, shaking your head. “He’s so stupid. When I’m finished with you? There will be nothing left for him. You’ll feel nothing for him anymore.”

His dark words scare you a bit, but your pussy is too wet for you to care, in fact you’re soaking his hand more and more, hands clinging to his bare shoulders, as you ache to kiss him, but he holds just out of reach. His blue eyes stare at you so hungrily you can’t function, the energy between you both so vivid you could touch it, could feel it in every breath.

“I hate you, Satoru.” You whisper, blinking back tears before gasping out at how good his fingers play you, pressing on your little clit.

“Yeah, do you baby?” He huffs out the words.

“If you never looked at me like that, if you never acted like that, I’d have never known Suguru didn’t really want me.” You speak through your tears, breathy as your cheeks tinge pink, and Satoru slides a finger inside of you, his lips parting.

“He’s fucking stupid, how could he not want you? Look at you. Kill me just existing, soaking my hand and making that face?” You cry out when he’s crooking his finger inside you, when the other hand grips your neck, you’re melting in his grip, you crave him so much.

“The things you say fuck me up.” You whine out, then moan again as he hits that spot inside you.

“I haven’t started fucking you up yet, baby.” He slides his hand out and you feel empty, then he’s picking you up like you’re nothing, sitting you up on the high bar then, sliding your shorts down your thighs. You shiver as the cool air hits your overheated cunt and his eyes eat it up, licking his lower lip.

“Toru…” He scowls, gripping your hips tight, fingers pressing into your pelvis now, as he leans his head down, snowy white hair falling over a perfect brow.

“Now I can finally take my fucking time, lick you till you beg for me to stop, but I won’t.” You whine at that, bucking your hips up and he smirks down at you. “Beg for me, for me to give this slutty little pussy what she needs.”

“Please, please… I want your mouth on me.” You beg, and Satoru laughs now, his breath so hot on your sensitive little cunt you scream out, legs shaking just from that, as he pulls your lips apart.

“Make you forget his name, forget he ever touched you.” The possessive words and how wild his eyes are make you lose any sense of anything, you grab at his silky white hair then, as he’s still just breathing on you.

“Then get down there, Satoru. Make me forget.” He growls, then he’s buried himself between your thighs, hungry as he laps up the wetness dripping down your slit, you arch your back, gasping. “Satoru!”

“Slutty little cunt,” he’s whispering against you, nipping at your clit with his teeth, the sensation making your tummy clench, making your entire body overheat, and then he devours you, and it’s nothing like what he did with the threesome, no he’s lapping every inch of you up, shoving his tongue in your entrance, nose bumping your sensitive little clit.

You’re pulsing around the wet muscle inside your walls, and his groan vibrates against you, until you’re cumming all over his face, head smacking back on the counter as you see stars.

“Oh my f-fuck- ah Toru!” He’s lavishing you up, every bit of your cunt now, drinking up everything he makes pour from you, and you can’t handle it, your legs are shaking in his tight grip. “Oh my god! Sensitive…”

“Hey brat, so who is Suguru to you?” Satoru asks, darkly, and you blink in confusion then, as you come down from your high.

“My… I guess my ex now? Ah fuck!” He smacks your pussy then, smirking and shaking his head as you glare. “The fuck?”

“When I’m done you won’t be able to answer.” His words drive you insane, that look on his perfect face, as he pulls back, spreading your lips of your sex wide and the saliva is spit from his mouth onto your pussy.

Satoru’s POV

God just look at you, spread wide on his counter, all flushed from having cum all over his face, and fuck you tasted so good, you’re dripping down his chin. Now he’s watching his spit fall on this perfect cunt of yours, watching it drip down all clear, bubbly and sticky, mixing with the stupid amount of wetness drooling out between these puffy lips of yours.

He watches as it hits that tiny clit, just dripping, and he reaches down to spread it around, smirking as you look down at him, back arched, still in his huge shirt but he sees those nipples poking right out, sees your mouth loll open. He bends down then, spreading you even wider, finger running down and feeling that slick heat, before sinking one inside you, making you cry out again.

“Satoru!” Your name on his lips ignites a fire in him, and he’s so hard it physically hurts, he uses one hand to adjust himself in his boxers as the other hits that spot he’s found, the one that makes you tremble and whine. “Ohmy- Satoru!”

“Like that, little slut? Me fingering you right here?” You gasp when he hits your spot again, crooking his finger just so in your little gummy walls, so tight it’s hard for him to sink two in you, but you’re so wet you suck him in. “Right there, baby?”

“Y-yes. There. Oh my… cumm- cumming, fuck…” You’re gripping the edge of the counter so hard your little knuckles are white, your thighs trembling like crazy as he fucks you with two fingers, and you start soaking his hand down to his wrist, pulsing around them and making him groan.

But he’s not done with you, not by a long shot, not until you’re a writhing mess, not until he has you so sweaty and your hair so messy, not until you forget anyone but he exists. The thought of anyone ever inside of this perfect little pussy makes him want to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name, much less anyone else’s, not when you’re all he can think of.

So Satoru licks up your sweet wetness, flicking his tongue on your clit and watching you fall apart under his licks, and he groans at how sweet you taste. “Satoru s'fucking good, ngh.”

He loves your slurring words, your hips rocking, he pulls back and adds a third finger, stretching you open and watching with rapt attention as your pussy takes him, so eager, so hungry, as you wince in pain, trying to grab at his wrists, but he smacks your little hand away.

“Too much, Toru… it’s too much ah! Please…”

“Who is Suguru, baby?” He whispers, and your eyes roll back when he fucks you with those three fingers, whining and gripping at nothing.

“My ex, he’s my ex. I’m not with him. Please!” He laughs then, shaking his head, and your glazed over eyes meet his, your hips jerking up as you pour wetness down onto his hand again, dripping on the counter.

“Not good enough, not even close.” He huffs, and then he’s got them all the way inside you.

Satoru watches as you are moaning and whining, and that’s what he loves, the way you sound so desperate. He's eating the vision of you up and burning it in his brain as he stretches you beyond your means with those three fingers, and you start bucking up into his hand, your breaths coming in ragged pants as he fucks you faster, harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum again, brat, I know you can. You’re so easy, aren’t you?” You just whine, mumbling incoherently, and he starts shoving up your shirt, hand pressing on your soft tummy, making more pressure. “Say it.”

“I’m easy, I’m so easy! Mnh!” Fuck you’re sexy, god he can’t even handle those words, that face, the feeling of your walls clenching him. He can’t wait to cum inside of you, the thought has him leaking through his boxers and his pajamas, a wet spot forming as he dreams of slipping inside.

“That’s right, you’re fucking slutty for me, baby. Cum again, let me feel it.” And he bites down on your plush thigh, just enough to leave a mark, and your eyes roll back as you do exactly that, cumming all over his hand again, your cunt contracting around his fingers so tight it’s like a vice.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Satoru !” Your voice is hoarse from screaming, and he loves it, he loves that he’s the one making you feel like this, that he’s the one you’re begging for now. He pulls his fingers out, watching them glisten with your juices, and brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean, watching you watch him do it with a hazy look of desire.

You taste so good. Like honey. He can never get enough now.

And then he’s leaned up, pressing his mouth to yours, brushing back your hair, feeling the sweat beading on your forehead, and he yanks off his shirt you're wearing, revealing those gorgeous tits. “Taste how sweet you are?” You nod, shyly, how can you be shy at this moment he doesn’t know. “I hate how good you taste.”

“Y-you do?” He laughs, harshly, nodding, as he starts sucking on your breasts, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, and then his hand slides back down, his thumb sliding over your clit again, making you jolt. “Satoru it’s too much.”

“Again.” He orders, and your eyes lock with his in a daze. “You’ll cum again, and again, and again, until it’s only me.”

Satoru presses up on your swollen little clit and you make that little whine from the back of your throat, the sound that entices him to no end, the sound that wrecks him. You’re clinging to him now, little hands pulling at his hair and making him leak that precum more, as he delights in sucking each perky nipple into his mouth, as your back arches.

“Satoru I can’t again. Please.” You whimper once more, and he chuckles, looking up at you.

“Cum one more time and I’ll fuck you, like the pretty whore you are.” Your eyes go wide, your lips parting, and your pretty breasts are heaving right in front of his face, while you drip down his fingers, slippery. “So wet I can’t keep my fingers on your clit, such a slut for me, huh?”

“For you.” Those words wreck him, and when he slams his lips on yours, and you lick yourself off him greedily, he doesn’t know if he can hang on much longer. The heat from your little body, pressed against him, as he flicks his fingers on your clit side to side, until you’re drooling from your lips and your cunt. It’s too much for him.

“For me, you sure? Not lying to me?” You shake your head, screaming out then and clutching his shoulders with your manicured nails, the pink glittery ones that he hates, making him hiss in pain and pleasure.

“N-not lying, Toru! Ngh! Please!” You have tears in your beautiful eyes, fuck he had never even seen that exact color, that’s why you haunt him so, why are you so beautiful as you cum again, panting and shivering in his grasp.

“Good girl.” He murmurs finally, and he sees it, the look on your face, you’re cock drunk on him, dazed and listless. He picks you up, and you eagerly wrap your legs around his bare waist, your hands clinging to him. Your head falls back, and he’s sucking on your delicate throat, so tiny he can’t wait to wrap his big hand around it once more.

“I’ve never felt like this. Ever.” You whisper, and he pulls back to look at you, at the tears running down your long lashes, dripping little trails of black mascara. Those words he could have never thought true.

“I hate you.” He whispers, to make it true, to avoid the truth , but instead of getting upset, you cling to him, lips just a breath away.

“Fuck me like you hate me then.”

Fuck .

Your POV

At that Satoru Gojo is carrying you to his room in long, sure strides, his mouth brutal as it works over yours, his grip so tight you can’t breathe. You are trembling in his hold, as the aftershocks of the nonstop orgasms are still pulsing in your little cunt, sore from how much he’d stretched you out, but fuck you loved it, you wanted even more, you want everything.

Fuck Satoru made you feel so good, even with his harsh words and tone, even with the rough way he’s grabbing you, you want it, you need it. Satoru Gojo consumes every bit of you, as you feel his panting breaths on your lips, the only sign that he’s as lost in this as you, the rest of him showed this insane confidence.

“Want me to fuck you like I hate you?” Satoru murmurs, and you nod eagerly, as he’s slamming you on his stupidly big comfy bed. It’s got four huge posters that you briefly imagine being tied to, before he’s sliding off his pants and you see his pretty, long cock bounce out.

“You’re so pretty.” You murmur, without thinking, and Satoru scowls, gripping you by the hair and making you look up at him.

“You’re so beautiful you haunt me.” At that your mouth is just wide open, but he has you flipped within moments, on your hands and knees on the bed, and he’s pulling at your hair again. “Arch your back.”

You shiver at the command, obeying instantly, and then he’s lined up with your entrance, whining out. “Satoru, please…”

“So desperate.” He’s plunged his cock into you then, to the hilt this time, and you’re screaming out at how deep he hits, his big hands gripping your hips now, your head just falls forward, and you hear his moan behind you.

Your hands dig into his expensive blanket, soft and plush in your stupidly tight grip, and then he starts moving and fuck he moves hard. He’s thrusting hard, his cock dragging along your walls, so thick it’s stretching you beyond your means. You’re gushing as he slams into you, again and again, rougher than you’ve had, rougher than you can handle.

“Fuck you like I hate you, huh?” He huffs, working over you, and then one hand shoves your head into the mattress, muffling your cries, as he bends forward and keeps stroking inside of you, bruising your cervix with each hit, the smacks echo inside Satoru’s room.

“Mnhh…” You just moan into the mattress, it’s hard to breathe between the thrusts that are wrecking your little cunt, as he works on you brutally, but you’re close, you feel it, throbbing around his cock, and he pauses for a moment.

“Fuck it’s like you’re made for me.” You hear him whisper, and then he’s fucking you slower, pressing in so deep he’s inside your cervix, yanking your hair back up and your hair is falling all over your sweaty forehead as he pulls you. You’re helpless in his hold, all you can do is whimper. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes. S’much I… love it.” He pauses again, breathless and rolling his hips then, making you fall apart. “Cumming, cumming… mnh!” You scream out, shattering around him, gushing down his length, and he groans, hand digging into your hip so hard it’s bruising. You’re cumming so hard you’re shaking violently, unable to catch a breath, it’s like you’re suffocating on him.

“Who is Suguru to you?” You whine as he pushes you down on your tummy now, sprawling prone position on top of you with his long body. “Asked you a - ha - question, fucking brat.”

“ Satoru… I-I can’t…” He groans over you, his breath hot on your neck as he brushes your hair off it, running his tongue along the side as he’s pressing deep inside, and you’re close to falling off the edge of the Earth. So much pleasure you see stars burst behind your eyes, dripping down to his fancy blankets, crumpling as he moves over you.

“Look at me.” You turn your head, your neck sore from earlier, and he cups your chin and you peer into those eyes, bright blue and blown out, his breath on your lips, and you fall…

You’re falling.

How and why?

It’s bad.

Or is his dick that good!?

“Satoru…ah!” You cry out softly as he wraps one arm around to find your clit, so sore and puffy you jerk, causing his cock to hit a spot that feels so good you’re embarrassingly pouring out, cumming again, unable to control anything.

You bite your lower lip as he watches you, so intense, his eyes maddening as he slowly rocks into you, watching every expression on your face. “Answer me, now. Who… is… Suguru to you?” He speaks between thrusts, and your eyes are rolling back in your head. “Ah-ah, look at me.”

He’s blurring right in front as you struggle to focus, to overcome the insane need that he fills you with, his presence is like air. “Wh-what… Satoru I don’t…”

He smirks then, cocky and self assured, like the Satoru you knew. Did you know him then, though?

“Good Girl, that’s what I thought.” He murmurs, and then he’s kissing you, gently now, not fucking you rough, no he’s consuming you with each slow roll of his hips, as his long cock bullies through every barrier.

“S’good, it’s s’good… can’t… think…” Your voice is breathy as you struggle to keep to this existence, but Satoru is pushing you over that edge, as you taste his sweet lips on yours, his tongue swirling with yours, messy, desperate.

“You feel so fucking good. Fuck.” He grunts out those words, releasing your clit to sink two fingers in your mouth, and you’re drooling around them, as his cock’s strokes are harsh, smacking sounds so loud mixed with the squishing of your wetness.

“Ah! Ah oh my god…” You scream out sloppily around his thick fingers, ass arching against his abdomen for even more of the brutal thrusts. They fuck you up so good you truly can’t function, just a whimpering mess under him.

“Who is Suguru?” He huffs again, and lets his fingers slide out of your lips, to wrap around your little throat, taking over you. Your eyes flutter shut, and he squeezes tightly, sucking out your oxygen. “Look at me, with those eyes that torture me.”

You can’t figure his words out, you don’t even know where you are, all you can do is blink stupidly and gasp as he works over you. “I don’t know.”

He moans then, sounding so sexy, hot against your mouth, sweat dripping from his chest onto your back, as he grinds between your thighs. “I’m gonna cum in this perfect pussy, I’m gonna fill you up so full, got me baby?”

You nod weakly, your little hands reaching up, one cupping his face, the prettiest face that holds so much anger, but now how he looks? Like he’s as blissful as you, drunken gaze damn near, and he seems vulnerable for just that moment. His words sink in, what he’s going to do, something you never have, but your cunt merely tightens around him in excitement.

“I want you to, Satoru.” You whisper, his thin white brows sink low over his eyes, long white lashes covering half of those baby blues, as he lightly squeezes your throat, sighing against your mouth.

“You’ve never?” He asks, and you shake your head just a centimeter or two, making him groan. “Good. Good I want to be the first to fill you. And not just once, I’ll keep filling you, till you can’t walk out of this bed.”

His dark words should scare you, but now, you’re starting to build into another climax, though he’s barely moving now, it’s all you, grinding eagerly, helplessly for more of him, fuck you can’t get enough of him. He’s squeezing your throat ever so gently, but putting more and more pressure, until you feel like you’re floating, now you feel him throbbing, thickening so deep.

“Fill me up, please . Toru… I want it.” He groans, slamming his lips on yours, then he’s rolling his hips, shuddering behind you, crying out all his pleasure into your lips, you drink it greedily, crying out as he presses in so deep you can’t remember where he ends and you begin, losing more breath as he overtakes you.

“Need you to take it all, like a good little slut. Just for me.” You just whine, and now hot white puffy ropes of Satoru’s cum are filling your eager hole, and you scream out, choking nearly as he groans, gripping you so tight as he’s drooling into your mouth. “Mmm… f-fuck…”

He’s stuttering as he groans, as he keeps filling you, and you’re cumming so hard you’re shaking, his cum and yours just gushing down his cock, down your thighs, sticky and messy, and he’s still pumping. Your head falls to the side, against Satoru’s forehead, and he’s crying out in your ear, hand releasing your throat just to grip your hair, pushing his cum deeper inside you.

“S-Satoru… Satoru…” You’re whining, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he whimpers right with you, trembling arms around you, his breath on your ear, tickling it, every sense is heightened.

“Why do you have to feel so perfect?” He grunts the words, and you just pathetically whine, you’re incapable of anything else. “Smell so good, taste so good, look so good… now I feel this .” He thrusts again, and you’re so oversensitive you’re sobbing now, so sore as he’s still hard and thick in you.

“It’s too much. It’s all too much.” You sob out the words, and he chuckles a bit, husky as he turns your face to meet his, gripping your cheeks.

“You’re pushing it all out, baby. That won’t do.” You tense, and he’s off you then, flipping you on your back and looming over you, eyes locked on yours. “I need you to take it all, remember?”

“I did… what-ah! Fuck, too much no!” You’re squirming as he’s shoving his cum that’s slid out of you back in, grinning deviously as he watches you fall apart. “Too sensitive, too-”

“No, baby you can take it like a perfect little slut for me. Can’t you?” He cooes those words, shoving his long fingers in your sore little cunt again, and you can’t stop the tears, breasts heaving and drawing his attention. He begins sucking on them, leaving red marks shimmering with his saliva, messy kisses everywhere as he shoves more inside you.

Your fingernails grip his shoulders, hips bucking under his touch. “Satoru I can’t even fucking breathe. Please.”

“Oh baby I’m just getting started with you.”

You cry out in pain as he shoves even more, and it’s just pouring down his long fingers with the pressure in your tummy as you’re just dripping out. You blink a bit, sputtering stupidly, as he finally lets your cunt go and slips those fingers into his own mouth, moaning.

Fuck he’s hot.

“Satoru…”

“We taste perfect together. I fucking knew we would.” He’s on top of you, his hot, hard chest drenched in sweat, his big hands cupping your face, taking you over. “Wanna taste us baby?”

You nod, weakly and he chuckles. “Y-yes. I want to.”

“Hmm…” He takes more of both of you, shoving it in his mouth, then he’s pressing his other fingers on your lips. “Open.”

You do as he says, then he’s spitting in your mouth, a mix of your wetness, his cum and saliva, and you eagerly let him, though this is far beyond anything you’ve done. This is insane shit you see in porn right? But no, Satoru Gojo is spitting in your mouth, once, twice, three times, grinning then down at you.

“Swallow. Now.” You eagerly do as he bids, letting the salty liquid slips down your throat, and he moans, you feel him rock hard on your inner thigh again, as his pretty blue eyes are so bright it hurts. “Open up, lemme see.” You do as he says again, fuck any command Satoru Gojo made right now you’d do. “Good girl.”

“Holy fuck.” He chuckles, and you yank him down, slamming your lips up to his, and his laugh stops, he’s groaning in your mouth, hands sliding up your body slowly, squeezing every curve. “What even is this? Is this normal for you?” You whisper then, leaning back, and his lips thin into a line.

“No, it’s not. I need you. Again.” He’s yanking your thighs apart, and you shake your head nervously. “Aw, sore baby?”

“Yes I’m sore! You’re huge, and I came too much!” He’s grinning, and you roll your eyes then. “You sure love my pussy for hating me.”

“I hate how much I love it. How much I need it. If I never tasted it, if I never knew… I could have pictured it wasn’t this good. But fuck you for it.” You scowl now, and he’s grinning even wider at it. “You’re gorgeous angry. Hate how much I love that too.”

“I hate how much your dick fucks my mind up. How much you fuck my mind up.” He’s laughing again, lips on yours, smacking kisses as he pulls your hips down, and he’s pressing against you again. You whine out in pain. “Psycho.”

“Oh baby you have no idea.” He’s back inside you, and you scream out, in a mix of pleasure and pain, gripping him tight on his strong arms as he looms over you, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Oh my fuck… it’s always so perfect.”

“Satoru, so so sore… please go easy.” You whisper, breathless, and you imagine he’d laugh, fuck you harder… but his eyes lock, and he leans down, brushing your messy hair back and stroking your cheek.

“I won’t hurt you.” His words carry far too much weight, and it’s like you see a different side of him suddenly, you nervously bite your lip and hiss as he slides out and in your little cunt. “I need more of you. More.”

“Then take it.” He groans and slams his lips down on you, down your face, down your neck, his grip and kisses so hard as his cock gently rocks inside you, not trying to hurt you, but your walls are so wrecked it still stings. But it’s so good , the burn, the pressure, the stretch, that you’re teetering off the fucking edge again. “Oh my god, you feel so… fuck so good in me, Toru.”

“Hate that name from your perfect lips.” He hisses those words, kissing your lips again to shut you up, rolling his hips up and grinding the leaking tip against your g spot, and you start spasming, screaming out as the pressure explodes, and you cum again, getting weak now, clinging to him. “Can’t take it, can you? Did he not fuck you good enough, baby?”

“Wh-who? What? Huh- ah! Toru!” He’s smiling against your lips now, perfect full lips curling up on the sides, resting his forehead on yours as he steadily pumps, so easy with you.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy again. You’ll be dripping me out for days, won’t you baby?” Your eyes roll back, as your hips arch off the bed and he’s pressing in, then he does something… so intimate, entwining his hands in yours, fingers interlocking. You’re trembling as he raises them above your head.

You look up at him, chest heaving with the effort it takes to breathe anymore, as his scent fills your nostrils, mixed with the sex in the room of both of your bodies, and you’re soaking him with each easy push inside you. He inhales, and he has no right to be so attractive, no right to make you feel so much, no right to hold your goddamn hands like he loves you.

He hates you.

“Look at you.” You bite your lip, eyelashes lowering over your eyes, glazed over from being fucked so good. “You’re too pretty. It makes me so fucking mad.”

“Why? Why do you say shit like this? Ah!” He presses in, hands squeezing yours, glittering blue eyes eating up your every feature as he moans.

“Because it’s true. I need you to be mine. Do you fucking get it?” He’s let one hand go, the other cupping your cheek, thumb under your chin and pressing in so deep you’re screaming, pulsing around him, pressure in your tummy so intense it’s difficult to form a word or a thought.

“Yours? You don’t want that.” He scoffs, scowling down and shoving in so deep he’s in your damn stomach, fuck you feel Satoru in your throat, choking you up, tears back in your eyes as it’s too overwhelming.

“You don’t know what I want, fucking brat.” Your eyes go wide, and he glares down at you then. “You don’t know how you kill me.”

“I don’t mean to. Mnh Toru! Fuck it’s too much.”

“No, you do it by existing. You’re made to ruin me.” You’re shaking your head, so confused by him, but fuck if those words and that look don’t make you fall deeper into the abyss that is Satoru Gojo.

“That’s you for me. Ruin me though. I w-want you to.” He growls nearly, slamming his lips down and going hard for just a minute, ripping through your already wrecked cunt, and you’re screaming, head lolling to the side and he’s biting your neck with those sharp teeth, surely bruising you.

“Baby I haven’t ruined you like you have me. But I will. Beg for it, for me to fill you up. Breed this pussy.” His words make you shudder, cumming hard and trying to cling to him, to keep tethered to earth, but everything is slipping.

“Pl-ease, Toru, please. Cum in me.” He’s hoarsely grunting, drips of his sweat from his brow landing on your lips, as he works over you, hungry, his cock thickening impossibly again.

“Cum with me, be a good girl yeah?” You nod eagerly, and he picks up the pace, hurting your sore little cunt in the worst way, your thighs squeezing his hips tightly, until you feel him again. “F-fuck… oh my god!”

He’s whimpering in your ear as he clings to you, pumping you so full you can’t take it, your nails digging in hard, marring his perfect skin as you’re pulsing all around him and he’s hot inside you. Fuck he cums more than last time some how, and you feel so rubbed raw as the heat spreads, as it drips all down your lips and down his shaft, and he pumps slow, looking down at you.

“You cryin’?” He whispers, and you just nod, as he brushes those tears, kissing you so passionately you’ve felt nothing like it in your life. You sob against his lips, and he sips up your salty tears with every kiss, more desperate than the last, his hands so tight on your face it hurts. “Who’s Suguru?”

You blink at that, taking a trembling breath, choking on your sobs, feeling his hunger, his madness, and it’s taking you over. Wrecking your mind, your heart, your very soul is ripped apart and bare under him. He’s watching carefully, studying you with those dilated eyes, and you raise your own hands, cupping his face.

“No one.” He moans at your answer, pulling you up against his body, squeezing you so tight you’re breathless, Satoru is your breath.

“That’s right, baby. It’s all me, isn’t it?” You nod weakly, and he exhales, kissing you over and over, sliding out of you, and it’s so messy, all the cum he’d pumped in you, you wince at the pain you feel pulsing in you.

“It’s nothing but you.” His eyes water then for a moment, making them brilliant like sapphires, but they were prettier than any gem could be.

“Now you have a taste of what I’ve gone through since we met.” You shake your head in confusion.

“You can have anyone.”

“I sure can. But it’s you who haunts me. Every goddamn minute.” You try to understand him but it’s difficult to feel so desired, so needed. And by Satoru Gojo of all people. Just earlier today Suguru was holding you, but he seems so distant, it’s like you can’t remember anything but Satoru now.

What this man does.

He looks down at your cunt as he sits back on his knees, smirking and touching your slit, making you suck in a breath. “Satoru, it really hurts.”

“I see it, all red and swollen. Beat up. Poor little pussy.” He bends down, kissing it with a loud smack, and laughing as your hips jerk, your legs still shaking violently.

“Fuck is this where you kick me out? Because you’re gonna have to carry me out. I’m fucked.” He smirks, looking down at you, the mess he’d made.

“We’ll go clean you up, then you can stay here and get cuddles. From me. Is that what you want though?”

“You’d cuddle me, Satoru Gojo?”

“Why not. I’m the best at it.”

“But you hate me.” He smiles, easing you up, your entire body is boneless and you feel like fainting damn near. He takes in every bite mark, every hickey, every place he’d grabbed that’s bright red, your tears down your sticky cheeks.

“The thought of you in my arms kills me.” You gasp, and he’s turned away then, helping you up on wobbly legs. “Let’s clean up. Shower?”

“I’ll just sit there, I’m wrecked.” He snorts, then bends down, scooping you up in his big arms.

“You’re such a prissy brat. Do I gotta carry you everywhere?” You’re blushing, being in his arms like this? His hands under your thighs as the other holds you right under your breasts?

Fuck.

You’d let this man carry you to hell. What even was this man?

Inhuman level fuck!?

You can’t form a coherent thought aside from your throbbing cunt, so sore you will feel it for days, and the beautiful man holding you carefully, like he cared, but he didn’t and he couldn’t. Was this a game to him, were you a pawn in something? Or did he truly want you that much? There’s no way, right?

Satoru’s POV

Satoru carries you like the delicate little doll you are, even as he complains he relishes holding you so close. Your arm is around his neck, your other hand pressed on his chest, over his heart, where it pounds for you. He carries you to his huge bathroom, watching your face, but you don’t even look at the marble tiles and the gorgeous fixtures, no you look at him .

Your eyes are stuck on his face, wide, tears dried on your cheeks, fuck you look beautiful crying, crying for him . You’re so full of him, aren’t you? You can’t even focus on anything, with your glazed over eyes, with your reddened lips, bit and sucked by him. Your perfect breasts are covered in red spots, as they gently heave up and down with your shaky breaths.

Fuck now that he’s cum in you, he can’t ever let you go.

How could he even let you leave, let you go to work, when now he wants to keep you here forever, he wants to keep cumming in you, so much you’ll get pregnant with his babies. Fuck the thought of that gets him hard again, and even he is sore, cumming so much for you, inside you, your walls having sucked every greedy drop, as your eyes had rolled back in your head.

Seeing you cum was so fucking beautiful it punched him in the gut, but to cum with you!? To taste how good your arousal was mixed with him? And for you to have just swallowed too… it was like anything he said, you did without hesitation, cock drunk off him and dazed. Could you truly feel that way for him too?

No, there was no way you were as obsessed as him.

Satoru remembers the day he met you as he sits you up on his sink, turning to run the hot shower, watching the waterfall as it heats up, starting to steam up the bathroom. You patiently wait, he watches your shaky hands on your lap, as you’re completely naked for him, as if you’re nervous, crossing your arms just a little bit, making him yank them down.

“Don’t ever hide your body from me.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and you shyly look down, nodding, letting him brush your hair back. It’s messy and damn from all of your exertions. “I dreamed of your body.”

“Why, Satoru? I’m still confused.” Your voice is shaky and soft, like it took effort for you to speak.

“Why? What a stupid fucking question.” He runs his hands over every perfect curve of you, watching your skin trail in goosebumps, watching your every sense come alive under his touch.

“Thank you, Satoru.” You murmur, sliding you little hands up his chest, then down his abdomen, fuck it feels so good he trembles. You make him whimper, tremble, shake… the fuck did you do to him!?

“Thanks for what?”

Your eyes land back at his, your lashes spiky from crying, your cheeks are flushed, a blush decorating even your little nose. “Thank you for tonight.”

He should be thanking you, fuck you make no sense.

“For cumming in you?”

Now you’re bright red, looking away again. You always get so shy over nothing, he notices, tilting your chin back up, and he sees something in your gaze that tears his fucking chest out. How could you feel the same, he’s an idiot, there is no way… is it because you came so much? Is it an afterglow?

“No, thank you for making me feel beautiful. Special.” He frowns then, because he has not even begun to worship your body.

“You’re a beautiful, annoying fucking brat. Who I still hate.”

You smile a bit. “You hate me for existing, huh.”

“Sure fucking do. C’mon, let’s clean up.” He drags you to the tiled shower, the water scalding hot, pulling you under the spray, watching rivulets drip down your perfect body, the one you always try to hide, the one he’ll never let you feel insecure about again if he has a say. “I said don’t hide.”

“S-sorry, Satoru.” You stand taller, shoulders back, making your tits all perky and making him stupid.

“Fuck you.” You blink, rightfully confused, and he sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fuck you for being so pretty.”

You giggle a bit then, and your smile? Fuck it makes him ache. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, it will crush him, if you don’t end up being his. He’s never had you like this, had every part of you, and now his hands grip your arms, making your laugh sober a bit, as that faded look of desire hits your pretty face.

“Am I funny to you?” You shake your head, stepping closer, against Satoru’s body, so small and soft and perfect.

“I just really don’t get you. You're stupidly pretty. Why do you find me…”

“That insecurity shit will get this pussy wrecked again. I’ll fuck you till you forget you have an insecurity. Got me?” Your lips part, and you look confused, brows drawing together.

“It’s like you care about me, Satoru.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Just annoying is all.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Stop smirking brat. Let me wash you.” His hands suds up, and he caresses every bit of your silky smooth skin, relishing in every gasp, every whine, every time your eyes flutter shut. Every time that head falls back.

“Fuck this feels good.” You murmur, as he’s washing your lucious hair, piling it up and then getting the shower head to rinse the suds out. God this is what he never dreamed of, pampering you, just for a moment.

You deserve everything.

Would you truly be his though?

Soon you all are drying up, and you’re in his clothes from earlier, the sunlight streaming in, birds tweeting loud and annoying, the sound of cars passing by all in the distance. You’re glowing, a small smile on your gorgeous face, as you dry your hair on a fluffy white towel, and Satoru’s heart thuds in his chest, words stuck in his throat at how the sun rising illuminates your skin.

You’re so beautiful.

Not a speck of that makeup you always wear, your hair is drying all stringy and wavy, not straightened like he notices you do. You always make sure you look perfect, but how perfect are you like this? And how can he tell you, how can he open up, when he’s terrified.

“You look good without makeup.” Fuck, that’s all Satoru can manage, huh, but you smile softly, looking down a bit.

“Oh, thank you. I don’t usually go without any.”

“Well you don’t need it.” He’s being too nice. “You do it stupidly anyway, too much pink shit.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “Uh huh. I do like blush.”

“Welp you’re always bright red around me.”

“And will I be around you?” You both go silent, and Satoru feels like someone punched him in his stomach, until you walk up to him, taking him by the hands. “Or now that you got what you wanted will you tell me to fuck off.”

“What!? You’re so stupid.” He glares down at you, and you glare back, and fuck if you angry didn’t make him hard.

He’s always hard around you.

“Well I mean you hate me, where does this go?”

He doesn’t know what to say. How does Satoru tell you he’s wanted you since the moment he walked into that bar you worked at, and you hadn’t even seen him, no you were working. But he had watched you, sitting back at a table, terrified of the insane feeling he had, only to leave and tell Suguru.

Then guess who Suguru comes in with just a couple of weeks later?

You.

And he had to act like it was fine. Because he’d been too scared to come up to you, and why? Satoru could pull any woman, he’d had countless models, actresses, wealthy women, beautiful women. But you outshined any woman, not just your gorgeous looks, everything about you. And now he has a chance, but he’s scared again, he hates you making him feel this way.

“I’m not just having this be one night. No fucking way, brat. Think you’re getting off easy huh?” You bite that lower lip, and he pulls it out of your teeth’s grip with a thumb, frowning down at you. “Stop eating your lips off. How can I kiss them?”

“Oh Satoru… fuck.” You’re tearing up again, and he sighs.

“Crybaby.”

“Shut it. You say sweet things then hide them being a dick . You scared of something?”

You know him so well how?

But he glares.

“Nah, just saying. You’re not getting off so easy. Well… you do get off easy, don’t you baby?” He cooes, all condescending as he pulls you to him, but you melt at his words, melt at everything he says.

“You want to do this again? Are you sure? What about…”

“Don’t bring it up. And want isn’t the word. I need this again.”

“Satoru…”

“Shut up and come to bed. It’s morning, you’ve kept me up all goddamn night and I need some sleep.” He drags you now, and soon he’s spooning you, and fuck you feel so right in his arms.

He hates that you were in Suguru’s arms.

He hates that Suguru is his best friend and right now he hates him. He hates everything about you.

“This is so nice, ugh.” You whisper, sinking into his embrace, your ass pressed back against his lap, as he inhales the sweet scent of your skin from the shower, you’re so warm against him. “I run hot, so you know.”

“Well I get cold, so fuck it.” You giggle, fuck he loves that sound, but when you look back he’s glaring. He can’t let you know how stupidly happy you make him by just breathing near him. “What?”

“Nothing. You feel comfy, Satoru.” You brush his drying hair back, and he damn near purrs, nothing feels better than your fingers against his scalp.

“Comfy huh?” You just nod, smiling softly, and you lean up a bit.

“Is it cool to kiss outside of sex? Or is that all this is.” Satoru’s heart is pounding, his tips of his ears red as he burns up at that.

“Is that all you want? Me to fuck you stupid.”

“No, it’s not all I want. But if it’s all it is, I’ll take it.” He frowns at you then, and you look down, lashes casting shadows on perfect cheeks, over the dark circles under your eyes.

“You’ll take just getting fucked by me, really?”

“Yeah.”

It’s silent for a moment.

“Well that’s not all I want from you.” Your mouth opens, and he just stares at you, as he holds your body close, feeling the heat warm through him. “You can kiss me if you want.”

You lean up and gently brush his lips with yours, god you’re so sweet, and it’s the first time where it wasn’t some prelude to sex. It was just a kiss, and Satoru had never felt anything like it, the warmth spreading through his body as your soft lips work over his, in little pecks, tongue swiping on his lower lip. It’s like you’re ruining him with every sigh you make, every rock of your body.

“You’re a good kisser, Satoru Gojo.” You murmur, and he smirks.

“Of course I am, brat.” You roll your eyes, sighing, and he wishes he could say more, but you’re right, he’s scared.

So scared.

Is this just a dream? One of many?

“Good morning I guess. It’s not night huh.” You turn away, resting your head on the pillow, and his arm wraps your waist, under your breast, a hand gripping one, feeling the soft weight in his hand. You moan slightly, and he has to hold back his own, focusing on trying not to fuck you again.

Because he wants to hold you.

“You deserved cuddles tonight.” He murmurs, and feels you tremble, feels a couple hot tears fall onto his hand.

“I got them. Even better ones.” He can’t stop the stupid smile on his face, he’s so glad you can’t see it. He just clears his throat.

“Going to sleep, shut up now.” You just snuggle against him more, and Satoru Gojo finally gets something he never thought.

You in his arms.

Your round ass on his cock, your tit in his hand, but he’s more focused on your even breathing, on the rise and fall of your delicate shoulders, of how sweet your smell is. How warm you are. Fuck you kill him.

How can he hate you now?

***

Your POV

The door bangs loudly, and you wake up in Satoru’s arms with a jump, he’s wrapped his long arms and legs all around you, his head on yours, and he groans as he hears it, the beating on his door. You turn to look at him, and both of you just know, when his eyes meet yours, and when his lips part, and he sighs.

“One more kiss before the shitshow.” He murmurs, and you eagerly lean up, your heart racing, as his mouth descends, as the door is banging off its damn hinges, and you hear shouting.

“Satoru let me talk to him. He won’t be as mad.” You murmur, but he smirks, shaking his head, as you brush that white mop of hair back.

“Nah, let him be. I know whose cum is dripping out of this cunt.” He winks, and your mouth is wide open, then he’s hopping up. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming.”

You shake as you sit up then, as you realize it’s all gonna crash down, and you pad out barefooted to the living room. Suguru is there, furious and shaking, his hair drawn up in a bun but he looks exhausted. He’s got Satoru in a fierce grip by his throat, and Satoru is just grinning at him.

“What’s up best buddy?” Suguru glares at his tone.

“Why is my girlfriend’s car out front!?” He demands, through gritted teeth, and you walk up then, clearing your throat.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” He glares, letting Satoru go and striding up to you, making you shrink back a bit at his clear anger, his eyes have gone damn near black with it.

“You sure the fuck are, even if you clearly came to get revenge.” You scoff at that, shaking your head as his gaze takes you in.

“It’s not revenge. It’s fucked, I know, I shouldn’t have come here, but we are not together anymore. I ended it.”

“You can’t do that. And you know I’ll forgive this, I know I hurt you, but don’t just end it like this.” He grabs your shoulders so tight you wince. “Have your fun?”

“I had lots of fun.” He scowls, baring his teeth in irritation, and Satoru’s cackling behind him. “I’m not with you anymore. You made your choice.”

“No you ran away into Satoru’s arms just to hurt me.”

“You’re gaslighting her, Sugu, stop.” Suguru turns around, seething, you can feel how mad he is, and Satoru is just grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“This has shit to do with you. Aside from you manipulating her.”

“Me? That’s rich. You’ve been doing that just fine since you met her.” Satoru dodges a hit, as Suguru’s on him in a minute, and he laughs again. “Aww buddy, are we really gonna fight over her?”

“She’s certainly not yours.” Suguru decks him then, and you gasp in horror, as you watch his big fist connect, and Satoru’s lip is bleeding, but he’s grinning.

“I mean I came in her twice though, ya sure?”

Oh shit.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148935853

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- Fingering, cunnilingus, blow jobs, explicit sex, rough sex, breeding kink, mentions of violence, descriptions of violence (ANGSTY CHAP)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 11k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 8 - Masterlist

Chapter 9

Books are scattered all over Satoru’s dining room table, as you both are nibbling on food together, papers and pictures, documentation and even… weapon photos, evidence photos. How Satoru and you could both eat while looking at these things really made you both a little questionable, but in a way you feel so comfortable, with your years of eating while watching true crime.

Satoru Gojo is your person.

“Okay, look here, see the wound marks?” Satoru asks, sipping on a drink and leaning over you, his one arm around your waist as the other sets down the glass and points to bruising on the victim’s face.

“Oh.. it’s left-handed isn’t it?” He nods, sighing.

“Smart little brat.” He kisses the top of your head briefly, before bending over to snatch up the other document, with another victim. “Now look at her.”

“Oh shit… left-handed. Wait, there's two victims?”

“No. Two different cases.” He sighs, sitting next to you and frowning, so serious then, you gently rub his back then. “So, I haven’t told you my worst fear.”

“What is it, Satoru?” You murmur, and he looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes for a moment.

“Well, now my worst fear is losing you.” He caresses your cheek, and you melt, planting a kiss on his brow gently, sighing.

“It’s one of my new fears as well.”

“But my original fear? Putting someone innocent up, and letting someone awful go. Considering I’m a defense attorney typically, it’s the latter that haunts my dreams.” He rakes a hand through his hair, and you place your head on his shoulder, brushing your fingers down his back.

“I imagine that’s a horrible fear. And unavoidable in some situations.” He nods a bit stiffly.

“It’s the worst, and I’m worried it happened.” You blink a bit, trying to follow what he was talking about, and his fists clench at his side. “I lose myself with you. Which is beautiful, but when I was alone last night I was thinking of this case, and similarities to the first high case I did… and I think it’s fucked up.”

“Do you think you missed something, Satoru?” You gently ask, and you hate how sad he looks, forlorn.

“I do. There was a case where I saw no way to do anything but get this kid life sentence, because the possibility of parole is fifteen years, right? Better than a needle in the arm.”

“Very true. But you think…”

“Yeah, I had a feeling he was innocent, deep down in my heart, but how could I have done anything? It was all stacked against the kid. He had a shit record, he even had assault in the past, but he was young, younger than you. I thought I was being the best to him I could.” He slams his fist down, and you tense a bit, grabbing his drink and bringing it to his lips.

You watch as he gulps down some of it, sighing. “Satoru don’t beat yourself up over this, isn’t this still a hunch?”

“Nah, baby girl, I’m pretty damn sure I’ve seen this before. It’s been driving me insane. And now I have to defend this person who could actually have been killing for who knows how long!? Fuck me.” He’s slamming his hands down again, turning and walking away, sighing.

“Okay so let’s think logically here…” You pull back out the files, taking a sip of the drink yourself as Satoru is pacing. He’s wearing his dress shirt loose, his chest showing, tie askew, belt slung off and trousers hanging low. He’s gorgeous but you need to focus on this. “The man you put up, he was left-handed, yeah?”

“Yeah, he was.”

“But the women look identical, and the attack is damn near the same. So we have to think, what could connect these two men? Could they have been at the same place at the same time, to meet these girls?” Satoru pauses, then snatches up the bottle of vodka on the table, pouring some in both of your glasses.

“Huh. You’re smart as fuck.” You flush under the praise, and look at him just drinking the vodka without anything.

“Thank you. Satoru… I need a mixer.” He smirks finally, rolling his pretty eyes and batting his white lashes.

“What a baby.”

“Says the man who drinks chocolatinis!”

“You started that, brat. Mmkay, I have mixers, come on let's go find ya something.” You hop up from the table, taking in Satoru’s lush home. It was beautiful, spotless and modern, gray walls with white crown moulding, all the fixtures brand new and beautiful. His bar was impressive, black marble counter and high stools, pretty soft fairy lights hanging.

He opens the black cabinets, pulling out a bright green bottle then. “Ooh, that looks yummy!”

“You like sour apple?” You nod, and Satoru is expertly mixing you up a pretty bright drink, you sip it moaning.

“A girl could get used to this treatment.” Satoru comes to you then, hands on your waist, leaning low, and you inhale his clean scent, intoxicating you. Your body instinctively arches to him.

“You trying to move in already, huh?” You giggle, shaking your head.

“No, silly. That would be too fast, yeah?”

“I’d let you. Aw, you’re bright red.” He teases you, and your entire body lights up at his words.

“You’re so crazy, Satoru Gojo.” You say softly, leaning up on your tip toes, and he leans down, kissing you gently, you taste the liquor mixed with his minty breath, feel his firm lips on yours. “Mmm, didn’t say I never would though.”

“When you’re not in my class huh? We’ll get married too.”

“Satoru!”

“What? You wouldn’t?”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

“Am I? You probably doodled it already.”

“Did not!” You both laugh then, but the tension is there, the way Satoru casually mentions weddings, babies, moving in. Like it’s nothing. “Satoru, it's hard to know what you really mean. Like the baby thing…”

“What, I meant that. I’d love to get you pregnant.” His words hit something primal, something that makes your tummy clench, his whisper reverberating through every inch of your body.

“The school would love that.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes, hand sliding over your tummy then, making you tremble.

“Fuck them, but you wouldn’t show till after you’re out of my class.” He grins, his white teeth glinting.

“Stop that! Staying on the pill for now.”

“You’re boring.” He’s pouting and you just giggle.

“I have a career you know.”

“Good, have the baby with us all the time. Lawyer by age ten. Our genetics would be killer, yeah?”

“You’re so ridiculous. But yeah.” You both chuckle then again, and you take a sip of your drink, lips puckering just a bit as it hits you. “Something about that vision makes my ovaries ache.”

“You’re ovulating. Perfect time.” He chimes out in a sing-song voice, you bite back a moan, sipping your drink.

“You don’t need to tell me. I think I went insane in the limo.” He’s grinning like the damn mad hatter now, as vivid memories rush through you of earlier.

“You took it all. I think you have sucked dick before mine! And that makes me unreasonably jealous.” You roll your eyes now, snorting and shaking your head.

“Not at all, I just apparently need to be the best at everything.” You take another sip grinning.

“You really are. I don’t think I’ve had someone make me cum so quick, fuck it’s embarrassing.”

“You’re kinda easy, Toru.” He glares and you just grin more deviously, as he picks you up and sits you on the bar, running his hands up and down your thighs, creating a pattern of goosebumps everywhere he touches. You gently run your hands down his shoulders, rubbing the stiff muscles and making him moan. “Turn, I’ll rub your neck, you’re crazy tense.”

“What’d I do to deserve you?” His casual compliments kill you, every minute you spend with Satoru Gojo makes you just fall deeper. Your fingers press into his stiff neck, making him moan, leaning back against you. “Fuck that feels good.”

“I’ll rub your back any time, Toru. As long as you rub mine.”

“I’ll probably just get horny and fuck you.” You laugh at that, breathy and soft, planting kisses on his neck, pressing your fingers deeper in little circles, trying to work on a knot there.

“Fine, you can just eat me out.” He groans, hands on your thighs tightening as he leans back more against you.

“I’ve been doing that since I met you.” His husky voice has you dripping against your panties, and you try to focus on rubbing deeper, loosening his tense body as much as you can. “It’s my favorite thing to do.”

“It’s my favorite thing.” You whisper in his ear, watching him tremble a bit, grip tightening, while your hands press deeper, massaging between his shoulder blades now, where most of his tension is. “You’re really tense here.”

“I will pay you to massage me every day. Oh and to dress slutty.” He sips your drink now. “Ooh yummy.”

“You could hire a professional!”

“Nah. I’ll just pay you. With diamonds.” You peek at your bracelet, shaking your head. “Then I’ll just buy you another bracelet.”

“You can get me a bead. That’s it.”

“I’ll sneak things on you in your sleep. Then it’ll be rude to turn it down.” You can’t stop the smile on your face at his words.

“Maybe.” You say softly, continuing to rub lower now, feeling his spine just pop then, and he groans. “There it is.”

“I’ll marry you now, woman.”

“Stop that, do you know what you do to my mentality? So casually.” His hands slide down your calves now, as he tilts his head side to side.

“What? It’s true.”

“You can’t just say things like that. Already feel like I’m dreaming.” Another pop, as he cracks his neck, becoming putty in your hands.

“Fine, brat, I won’t propose yet if you’re such a baby about it.”

“You so were not gonna!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Satoru!” You press really hard and he groans again.

“Never mind, marry me.” You both laugh and then you continue rubbing down his back, to the mid part of it, feeling every stupidly strong muscle through his dress shirt, watching the soft fabric stretch as you press.

“So, my thoughts on that case…”

“Buzz kill!”

“I know, but it’s bothering me now.” Satoru moans again as your hands knead into his aching back. “Any clubs they could have been at together? Both of those women were… um, escorts yeah?”

“High class too, yeah. I had an informant that worked with them on the first case, but no way she’d remember that far back. It was six years ago.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to ask, though. Maybe we see if she remembers seeing this guy you’re defending? But in that case, you still have to defend him. Fuck.”

“You’re annoyingly smart.” He glares back at you as he speaks. “You remind me of me in law school.”

“High praise.” Your hands are going lower now, and he’s leaning so close it’s hard to move your arms, so instead your hands slide down his shoulders, wrapping his chest and leaning your chin on his neck. “We should get with her and ask while we’re doing the case.”

“You really wanna meet her? See these things… I don’t know how involved you want to be.”

“I need to see it all, Satoru. I really do. If this is going to be what I do I have to know what I’m in for, good, bad or horrible.”

“This girl was assaulted too, but she couldn’t see him. What if it’s the fucking guy I’m defending!?” You snuggle closer, though his back was less tense his entire body was not.

“How do you act so happy with all this happening?” You ask it softly, and he turns his head to you, nuzzling yours.

“I have to.”

“Not with me you don’t.” He exhales, turning then, hands sliding up your thighs, eyes boring into yours, pain on that beautiful face mixed with clear affection, mirroring your own. You gently brush his hair back, and his eyes flutter shut, lips parting as he sighs.

“That’s the most addicting thing about you, I don’t have to pretend.” Your heart thuds in your chest, and you pull him closer, planting a kiss on his chin, heart brimming with affection.

“You never have to pretend around me. You have a lot of responsibility.”

“Yeah, you do too already. I’m putting a lot on you.”

“No, no I want this, okay? I won’t let studies slack, I’m a nerd.” He smirks, planting a soft kiss on your nose.

“You are my little nerdy student, huh? Ace every test.”

“Sure do.”

“I don’t wanna talk about the case anymore tonight. Let’s revisit it tomorrow, yeah? I’m suddenly realizing my student needs some attention.” His voice gets husky, his eyes dilating as he’s slipping your dress up your thighs, and you manage a little nod, then he’s picking you up, like you’re nothing, carrying you to his room.

You’re in Satoru Gojo’s room, huh?

His room is just a little disorganized, a bit unlike the rest of the house, you see his ties hanging on a lamp, his fancy sunglasses just tossed on the sleek black dresser, his bed is a little wild, rumpled and unmade. You peek around curiously, and he’s kissing down your neck, his room alone is twice the size of your dorm.

“Like the room, brat?” He teases, and you nod, leaning back to kiss him deeply, hands enwrapping in his silky white locks.

“It’s more you than the rest of the house.” You murmur between kisses, he hums, easing you down on the bed now, and it’s so comfy you could die, plush and sinking a bit as you sit.

“You mean because the cleaner doesn’t come in here?” He’s pushing your skirt up, pressing you onto the bed, kissing your thighs, his hands sliding your panties off inch by inch. It’s hard to breathe, as you’re consumed by him, by his presence, taking you over with every touch.

“Yeah, it just seems more… Gojo.” He chuckles, planting sweet kisses on your thighs, hot breath making you tremble. “Mnh…”

“We had a deal, yeah? Massage for pussy eating.”

“I also said massage!”

“I’ll massage her with my tongue.” He’s buried himself then, his mouth hot and wet on your pussy, and you’re gripping the soft blankets under you, your eyes rolling back in your head as he licks and kisses and sucks, his tongue flicking against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.

“Satoru! Oh my god!” You moan out his name, your hips bucking up to meet his mouth, and he just holds you down, his grip firm as he continues to worship you, his tongue sliding up and down your slit, making you gush all over his perfect face.

“So yummy, you’re such a good girl.” He whispers, leaning back,  his hands sliding up to cup your breasts under your top. You’re shaking, damn near hyperventilating as you stare down at his beautiful eyes, dilated and bright to the point his eyes alone bring you closer.

“Fucking love you.” You whisper, it’s the first time since your confession that you’ve said it, and fuck it feels so good. Satoru groans, planting a sloppy kiss on the hood of your clit, then sucking on the puffy lips, little smacks filling the room as you cry out, back arching in pleasure.

“And I love you. Hmm am I talking to the pussy or you? You’ll never know.” He says with a smirk, and you giggle before he’s back to devouring you, groaning and making a vibrating sensation you can’t fucking take.

“S’good Toru- ngh f-fuck!” You scream out, you’re so close to cumming, and you know he knows it because he’s looking up at you, watching your reactions, and it’s so fucking hot. Your hands grip his hair, bucking your hips up. “Cumming!”

He just moans, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, and you’re falling apart, cumming with a scream, your body arching off the bed, and he doesn’t stop, even then, no he’s drinking you up. You’re whining now, oversensitive as he licks you through your orgasm into another, his hands sliding to your waist, gripping you so tight you feel him pressing on your ribs, hands enwrapping you.

“Toru! Oh my- mmm!” You’re senseless, screaming as your head shoves further in the bed, you can’t fucking take it, thighs threatening to close, but he doesn’t pause, or even breathe no he’s just drinking you up, and you’re shattering again. “Toru, enough, enough! Ah!” 

You cum all over his face so hard you’ve soaked him completely, and he’s just groaning, as he laps you up with little flicks of his talented tongue, smacking kisses as he cleans up your mess. You’re so embarrassed at how much there is too, as your legs are shaking and he’s finally leaning up to breathe, his face is shimmering with how much you’ve came.

“Toru…” You swipe some of your arousal off his chin, and he smacks your hand away, leaning on top of you, licking his lower lip. “That’s embarrassing… too much.”

“What? It’s so fucking hot. Stop that.” He’s on top of you, his hard chest on your soft breasts, weight on you so inviting, and you cling to him, still clothed both of you, and he’s so hot you’re just dripping again. “I love how much you cum for me, it lets me know you like it.”

“But that much!?” He chuckles softly, caressing your face softly and studying you. Your hands slide up to his chest, feeling his heart thudding on your palm, pressure in your tummy as your cunt pulses with aftershocks.

“Yes, that much, or more. You always taste so good. It was what made me lose my shit that night.” He kisses you then, and you lick your honeyed arousal, moaning against his full lips, as he sinks you both deeper into the bed.

“I still can’t believe I did that. Yes, stranger, eat me out in a bathroom.” You murmur, and you both grin at each other. “Fuck it feels a long time ago huh?”

“It’d be much longer if I didn’t see you again. Fuck I kept going back to the same bar.” He’s flushed a bit, but it makes you ache more, hips raising to grind on his hard cock between your thighs over his clothes.

“You did!?” You blink rapidly, taking a shaky breath as his presence consumes you, his long body overtaking yours, his eyes getting hooded in desire, just like yours were, as his words sink in.

“I did. Embarrassing huh.”

“N-no… I did too, Satoru.”

“You did!?”

You blush now, nodding, clinging to his dress shirt with your little hands. “Of course I tried. I’m surprised neither of us ran into each other?”

“Maybe I was just meant to have you torture me in class.” His voice drops down to a whisper now, and he leans up on his arms. “I need my student naked. Now.”

“Yes, Professor.” He’s sliding your top off in seconds, and you eagerly unbutton his dress shirt, then he’s unsnapping your bra, freeing your breasts and groaning as he does, pulling you against his bare chest. “You’re so gorgeous, Toru.”

“I know.” You snort at that, and then he grins, sliding his hands up to cup your breasts, kissing down them, making you cry out in pleasure, cunt just wetter now. “You’re gorgeous, Miss Brat.”

“Your prettiest student, hmm?” You whisper, he nods eagerly, before sucking the sensitive peaks of your breasts into his hot, eager mouth. “Ah, fuck! Mnh!”

“The sounds you make, mmm you kill me, brat.” He’s unzipping the side of your skirt now, eyes devouring your body hungrily. He makes you feel so confident, so sexy and beautiful. You whine out just from his gaze, like he’s touching you with his hands, but soon he does, trailing down as he slides your skirt down, and you are unbuttoning his pants, biting your lower lip.

“Your body, ugh.” He smirks, wiggling his brows.

“I know, I’m perfect hmm?” You roll your eyes but it’s true, as you touch every line on his gorgeous frame, every muscle, abdomen, line… the perfect pale skin that is hot to the touch.

“You’re perfect, Satoru. And you clearly have a praise kink, judging by that.” You look down between you both as his cock is rock hard in his boxers.

“That’s part praise kink, part you’re touching me, part you’re beautiful. Take your pick.” He snatches your hand, shoving it down, and you grip him, watching as his cheeks suck in, his white lashes swooping low as he groans softly.

“Let’s get these off.” Satoru has got them off in a blink of an eye, his cock hard and hot in your hand, you stroke him up and down slowly, swirling your hand as you do, watching his pretty face as he moans, grabbing you by your hair and kissing you then. “So hard, aren’t you?”

“Tease.” You just smile innocently, swiping the bit of pre cum that’s started to leak out of his pretty pink tip, and he’s huffing, so sexy, until he lets out the whimper that drives you insane, and then he’s got your legs up, dragging you by your hips. “I’ll teach you to tease.”

“Oh yeah? Teach me, Professor.”

“You’re such a brat, you know my weaknesses and exploit them! You’ll be such a good lawyer.” He flashes a wolfish grin, but when he’s pressed at your entrance you start whining, getting slippery as he barely presses, arching up for more.

“Please, Toru…” Your words hit him instantly, he’s pressing in, sliding even deeper in your tight entrance.

“How can I say no to anything you ask? With that pretty face. Oh… fuck, you’re tight… shit…” He’s groaning as he slides in fully, and your walls are clutching tight around him, he clings to you tightly, eyes slamming shut momentarily. “Fuck, should’ve fingered you, damn it.”

“Too tight huh?” You’re giggling but he scowls at you, slamming in your cunt then, and you feel so full, so much pressure you can’t take it, as he starts stroking, way faster and harder than he usually would, killing you. “Fuck!”

“Learn your lesson, brat.” He’s slamming his lips down, kissing you hungry and desperate, and he’s got your legs higher than you think they should go, pressing them high until they’re on your breasts, making it hard to breathe. You whine out, hips bucking, and he’s smirking. “Aww you okay baby? Can’t take it?”

Satoru Gojo was a sweet, caring, amazing man… until he got that competitive streak, mainly in fucking. Then? He’s a whole demon.

“F-fuck you, I can take it.” You whisper out the answer, but when Satoru’s big hands are cupping your face, and he’s staring at you like that? Your brows knit together, your teeth clicking shut as you feel such intensity you can’t handle it, you’re cumming all over his cock and he exhales, pausing, thumbs caressing your cheeks as his tip grinds too deep inside you.

“Fuck, I love you.” He moans out the words, as he’s tensing, his movements slowing down, rolling his hips. “You’re gonna make me cum quick, fuck.”

“I love you.” He cries out softly, hands now firm on your thighs, as he gently rocks in his hips so deep you feel like you’re gonna fall apart.

“What do you do to me?” His eyes flutter shut, those long white lashes over his cheeks, casting shadows in the soft light of the room over his perfect features, and he’s barely moving, forehead on yours. You cling to him desperately, nails digging into his strong back, and he’s throwing his head back, moaning. “Cum with me, baby girl, can’t even last. Brat.”

You manage a breathless giggle, nodding, your walls fluttering around his thickness. “Please, please… cum in me, Toru.”

“Fill you up.” He’s just whispering though, as he pumps in and out, and you feel him pulsing inside of you, and your body reacts, and you’re falling apart around him, cumming right with him, everything fading but him.

It’s just him.

“F-fuck… take all of it. Good girl.” Your back arches as everything washes through you, every nerve ending lit up as your cunt is pulsing around him. He slams his lips down on yours, finally easing your thighs down, they’re sore as he rubs them gently, pumping life into them as he pumps all his cum in your pussy.

“S-Satoru… love you. Mnh.” You whisper, and he moans, kissing you again and again, deeply and passionate, tongues entwining, messy as you’re dripping down his length, down your thighs, and he leans back, looking down at you. Your hand slides up to caress his face, feeling the sharp cheekbone with your thumb.

“Stop making my bust quick, little brat.” He says, and you just giggle, shaking your head.

“I came though, a few times.”

“You get off on making me cum like a teenager. Be honest.”

“Mmm… maybe?” He tickles your waist then, as he eases out, and you giggle at it, eventually hopping up, completely naked and smacking him with one of his heavy, fancy pillows. He grins like a psycho.

“Oh, it’s fucking on. War.” He smacks the fuck out of you with the pillow, nearly knocking you over, so you pout, and then he frowns, coming up to you, to check you, only for you to grin and smack him with the pillow even harder.

“Hah, fell for it!”

“You’re gonna pay for it.” He gets you again until he’s got you pinned back under him, and he’s grinning down at you, you puff your breath to get the feathers out of your face. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty, Satoru.” He’s kissing you till you're breathless, and then he pauses, leaning up a bit and studying you carefully. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh… I’m really worried now. You look like one of those girls, your hair, your eyes even… I don’t know if I can bring you.”

“What!? I’m going!”

“But I can’t fucking risk it, what if this guy-”

“You’ll keep me safe.”

He exhales, but you see the worry on his features. “Of course I will, but I just didn’t put it together until now. You’re the same age, obviously not the same profession… but…”

“Satoru I will be fine. I want to help you. We will figure out the possible motivations, okay?” Satoru sighs, caressing your face gently, anguish in his blue eyes making them darken.

“I just fucked you and now I’m worrying about this case.”

“So what? It’s important to you. Do you wanna do more research?” He sighs, nodding then, and soon you’re sliding on your pajama’s you’ve brought, and you two are back out in the living room, pouring over the papers, but you’re yawning a bit after about an hour or so. Satoru notices, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m sorry baby girl, I wanna cuddle with you and relax but now that I’m thinking of you at risk it’s gonna drive me fucking crazy.” He runs a hand through his white silky locks, missing them up further.

“Satoru, I don't mind at all. I want to help anyway I can.” You stifle another yawn, and he looks at you tenderly, you see he’s sleepy too, his eyes a little red.

“You worked today and had classes. Go get some shut eye, Miss Brat. I promise I’ll come to bed soon.”

“Just a little longer.” You murmur, leaning on his shoulder then, as he’s typing on his little black laptop, pouring over more papers now, the clicking of the keys mixed with Satoru’s breathing is oddly even more comforting.

“Baby you’re drooling.” He teases in a few, and you blink a little, bleary eyed as you shake your head.

“No… Toru, m’good… those girls-”

“Don’t let it overwhelm you, please.” You shake your head again, your eyelids feel so heavy.

"We need to look into the escort agency, Toru. Maybe there's something in their past, something that connects these women to each other and to the victims." He smiles at you, holding you against his side, kissing your cheek again.

“Already on it. You’re so smart, you know that?” You smile at the compliment, and soon he’s grabbed a blanket, and you’re in his arms, half asleep on his lap. “You can just sleep on me, I’ll carry you to bed later.”

You hum happily, snuggling up to his hard, hot body, and he pulls you close, arms around your waist, continuing to click away, and your face buried in his neck, he wraps the blanket tighter. You feel sleep tugging at you, you’re just so comfortable in his arms, you can’t imagine how you slept before.

Satoru pours over the case, hearing you lightly snore, making him smirk just a bit, you say you don’t but you do. And it’s cute. Everything about you, from your soft hair falling against his chest, to your warm little body snug on his lap makes him ache more for you. Your gentle breathing, your scent, the way you cling to him and just fit so perfectly.

How had Satoru gone so long without you here?

He focuses back on the screen, and it starts blurring a bit, a mix of exhaustion, stress and the drinks from earlier. But it’s driving him insane, the thought that he could have put someone up wrongly. It’s been eating at him all week since he’s taken the new case, but now you were here, and fuck you’re so smart, it’s so nice to just have you here.

But he’s worried.

If something happened to you? Satoru doesn’t know how he could go on. Without seeing your pretty smile, the little scrunch of your nose, the way your eyes drink him in, the love is so pure in them. The way you love him makes every pain he has so much more tolerable, and there’s so many things he hasn’t told you yet. He trusts you completely, but he’s scared.

He’s not one to be vulnerable, but you make it so easy to be, though he doesn’t know how much he should put on you, how much of the darkness deep inside him he should show. Satoru has always been fun, goofy and silly outwardly, though when alone he’s anything but, and it’s so nice to be able to show that more with you.

He loves you so much it’s consuming, it gets more and more intense every moment, every second that you breathe in his vicinity, every moment he gets to look at you. You sigh a bit, after a good half hour, and Satoru’s back is getting stiff, fuck you massaging it had felt so good. Things are so good with you it’s terrifying, how easy it is to be with you.

But the world has other ideas.

He doesn’t want to hide you, not hold your hand in public, sneak in your itty bitty apartment, as fun as it may be. He doesn’t want you living there, struggling, he wants to take care of you, fuck if you weren’t so passionate Satoru wouldn’t ever even have you work. He loves your talent too much though for that, the genius mind of yours, so open to him.

He wants to open up more to you, but something still terrifies him, his parents' rejections most of his life did a number, as cocky as he comes off it sometimes is just a show, to make up for it. One thing he’s self assured in though is law, the one thing his parents never wanted, no he needed to take over the family business, exploit people and pay them like shit.

But Satoru went his own way, and now they loved to tell him how disappointing he is, when he literally was the top criminal defense attorney there was. But no, nothing was good enough, but you make him feel good enough, don’t you? With every look and every touch, you make him feel like he’s doing good. How in just a few months have you become so precious?

He caresses your cheek, looking down after finally closing his laptop, you briefly open your eyes, long lashes fluttering, your eyes struggling to focus on him. You’re so cute when you sleep, it’s so different from the feisty thing you are when you’re awake. He smiles at you as you yawn, snuggling him closer.

“Let’s get to bed, yeah baby?” You nod, humming a bit and getting up, just for Satoru to snatch your body up in his arms. You smile sleepily at him, little hand coming up to brush his hair back. Fuck every time you do that you break him more and more.

“Sleepy, Toru.” He chuckles, carrying you to bed, watching you snatch his favorite pillow and wrap in the blankets.

He’ll let you use it.

“You know you’re the first girl to sleep in here?” He asks softly, figuring you’re asleep, but you turn to him curiously, eyes lidded and full lips parted.

“Am I really? How?”

“I never let anyone stay.”

“I’m special, Toru, hmm?” You tease, a little grin on your pretty face, and Satoru will do anything to keep it there. He snuggles with you, pulling your rounded ass against him with a groan, an arm around your waist. Fuck you feel so good in his arms, you do run hot but it’s perfect, he adores this feeling more than he’ll admit.

“You’re especially annoying.” You stick your tongue out, he chuckles, pecking a little kiss on your head, inhaling the sweet scent of you that he can never get out of his mind.

“You love me, shut it.”

“Of course I love you.” Your eyes glisten with tears. “Crybaby.”

“Mmm, shush.” You kiss him sweetly, he watches as the shadows in the room play along your delicate features. God you’re so beautiful. “Not even Suguru slept in here? I don’t believe that.”

Satoru grins then. “I mean the only woman. Of course I’ve cuddled with Sugu!”

“Cuddled, huh?”

“That’s what I call it.” You snort at that, shaking your head. “You are just thinking about us both here with you. Freaky girl.” You giggle a bit, shaking your head.

“I only want you, Toru. Ever.”

Your words stop his heart, slurred a bit as your yawn cuts them off, so genuine it makes him ache. His throat closes up as you do what no one has, making him feel like he’s the only person in the world for you. So special. He blinks back emotion and is glad your eyes are drifting and you don’t see the tears threatening to fall.

“I only want you, ever.” He says softly back, but you’re asleep again, you’re a sleepy little thing aren’t you?

Satoru sighs, pulling you close and laying there for a while, the trial in his mind, the worry there of his past mistakes, of putting you in some danger, but you ease it with his presence, enough that it’s not too long until he follows you into slumber.

*****

Two days later

Satoru and you sit in the courtroom together, and the man next to you both makes you shiver, Satoru’s wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit, fitting his lithe body like a glove. His hair is falling soft and silky, a sleek skinny black tie adorning his starched collar, fuck he looks so good, you muse, as one of his hands squeezes your thigh, and he smiles at you.

“Are you doing okay, Miss Brat?” Satoru murmurs softly, and you nod, hand over his, thumb brushing against his knuckles like he enjoys, earning a sigh from his pretty lips.

“I’m excited to see you in action again, Professor Gojo.” You say softly, and he grins at that, teeth glinting under the fluorescent lights of the courtroom. Satoru’s fan group has gathered, even though you are hours away, they seem very devoted. “They want a wave I think.”

He rolls his eyes, then looks back at the fans, standing for a moment, you hold in a giggle as they gasp, bouncing up and down as he tugs at his pinstripe jacket, winking over to them, shooting two fingers in a salute. It would be corny if it was anyone else, but since it was Satoru Gojo, it was hot. You can’t lie.

You’d be a fan if you weren’t in his bed, surely.

“Oh my god!”

“Gojo!”

“Gojo is she your girlfriend!?”

At that you tense, because if your relationship got out it would fuck your college and career up so badly. You struggle to keep composed, as you know he has to say no, it’s what has to happen, but you know it’ll sting. Satoru laughs a bit at their question, throwing his head back.

“She’d turn me down.” He winks down at you, and you cover your face in embarrassment at the girls.

“No, no one could!”

“Gojo are you single!?”

“Gojo-”

“Ladies, ladies, calm down. The judge will yell at me.” Satoru pouts, looking far too charming, and the girls hush, with the promise of pictures later. Satoru sits back down, looking at you softly, his blue eyes so bright they’re hard to look at. “I hope I handled that right, I’m an idiot you know.”

“No, handled it perfectly.” You whisper, making him exhale. He was worried about your feelings, it touches you so deeply you get emotional.

“I wish…” He trails off, and you just smile a bit sadly.

“One day. Soon ish.” He sighs, and raises his hand as if to brush your hair back, quickly dropping it, but you could feel the caress regardless. Oh how you ache for this man.

“Yeah.” Is his only response, then the judge walks in, this one is different, she’s a little less stern looking, she has pretty flowing black hair.

“All rise, for the honorable Miss Inoue.” The bailiff says, and you feel the lack of Satoru’s hand on your thigh like a deep emptiness. Your hands barely touch, back to back, and you shut your eyes for a moment at it, before taking a breath and focusing. This was gonna be rough.

Satoru had to defend him, but you both were already gathering evidence to the contrary, to possibly charge him with another offense. It put Satoru in a horrible situation, and he’d barely slept, it had even been quiet in the drive here, you all had gotten ready in adjoining rooms, giving him a little silence. He didn’t want to hurt you but he did need some.

Your heart hurts for him, you wish he would share a little more of his feelings, but he tries to keep you in the loop, without actually revealing too much. You would take all of him, however, without hesitation, whether he wanted to be open or not, you would wait forever for him.

Tonight you all are going to the escort agency, to question an old informant of Satoru’s, and you both would learn more. But for now, he has to save face, and do the best job he can. You can’t imagine how hard it is, you can just feel it in his energy, but he turns on that charm like a flip of a switch.

“Court is in session. Let’s commence.” Miss Inoue says, and she lets the prosecution make their opening statement.

“This man here, Naoya Zen’in, is a rich playboy, has gotten everything he’s ever wanted handed to him on a silver spoon.” The lawyer starts, a stern man with a very good history from what you’ve researched. “But for once, a woman didn’t want him, so what does he do? He rapes, assaults, ends her life. This is what men do like him, men of power, to the powerless.”

Naoya was a blond, tall man with cold, sharp brown eyes, and a creepy grin that you suppose some women would fall for. He was handsome, you guess? But there is something about him that makes your fucking skin crawl. As they go on about him, he’s just laughing softly, leaned back against his chair casually, like this is all beneath him, a waste of time.

The handsome playboy in question smirks over at you, and he sends shivers through your spine, especially when his brown eyes look you up and down, winking. You tense, and Satoru looks at him with a glare, earning a bigger smirk, and you watch Satoru’s hands clench the bench so tightly they’re white. You gently touch Satoru’s arm, shaking your head, but he’s shaking damn near.

“Don’t fucking look at her, got me?” Satoru says in a hush, and the handsome (creepy) blonde just grins.

“Oh? Why not? She’s pretty to look at.” Satoru stands but thank goodness they call for the defense to make opening statements then, but you can tell he’s torn. You smile at him softly.

“I’m good, Satoru. Nothing’s gonna happen. Go kill it, yeah?” Satoru looks at you with his thin white brows drawn low, jaw clenched tightly, so tight you see a vein pop from under his fair skin. Then he looks back at his client.

“You won’t have eyes.” Satoru whispers, and your own widen at that, as he then grins, hands in his pockets, slinking over to the middle of the room. He’s smiling at the judge, who can’t help but smile in return. “Hello, lovely. I mean Judgy. Judge?”

The room laughs softly, aside from the prosecution of course, but Naoya seems to have his eyes fixed on you. You ignore him pointedly, focusing instead on taking notes, watching Satoru do what he does best, but there is an unspoken tension, as you feel the gaze still there.

“How long you been fucking each other?” He hisses, and you glare, furious, wanting to deck the mother fucker now.

“Why don’t you focus on the murder trial against you, and not my sex life, huh Mr. Zen’in?” You ask, and he laughs, leaning closer. Thank God Satoru is facing the jury, you feel there’s no way he wouldn’t punch this guy in the face if he saw.

“Your sex life highly interests me, I wonder how good of a whore you can be. Wonder if you’ve been shown.” His words are a bare whisper, but they terrify you, filling you with such nausea you could throw up right here. Your legs are trembling, and you barely keep it together.

“Go fuck yourself, Mr. Zen’in.” He grins, and you turn your attention away, focusing on Satoru now, waves of nausea rolling through you now.

Fuck you hate this dude and you just met him.

Satoru strides across the room, a picture of confidence, and stops in front of the jury now. “This man before you, Mr. Zen’in, is not a monster, but a human being with a heart that beats just like yours and mine. Maybe he is a rich playboy, maybe he does get everything he wants, but he’s not on trial for his lifestyle, but for a crime, that doesn’t have enough proof.”

“Objection!”

Satoru rolls his eyes, head leaning back, and the judge glares at prosecution. “Let Mr. Gojo speak. Mr. Gojo, please continue.”

Satoru smiles, bowing a bit at the waist, and you hear the courtroom swoon. There were more fans now!?

“Thank you, magnificent judge. Your reputation precedes you.” He winks at her, and she’s all pink, before clearing her throat. “Ah, so before I was so rudely interrupted…” Satoru pouts, cutely, earning the hearts of almost anyone. “This guy, yeah he’s kinda a douche…”

Naoya scowls next to you, fists clenched, and you hold in the giggle, but most of the people in the court room fail.

“But just because he’s a pretentious dick, it doesn’t mean he’s a murderer, or a rapist. Surely, he has no issue paying for sex when he needs it.” Satoru looks over to Naoya with his icy blue eyes and snarky grin. You thrill on Satoru in his damn element, in him riling everyone up.

Fuck you love him.

“ I will argue, this playboy has been grossly misunderstood. Let us not be swayed by sensationalism and assumptions, but by the cold, hard facts. And when we do, I believe you will find... lovely members of the jury,” Satoru winks at them, and even the men swoon, “As I have, that there is more to this story than meets the eye.”

Satoru turns then, flashing you a grin that makes your knees knock together, fuck he’s gorgeous, isn’t he? With every eye on the room invested in his every word, every breath, every movement, slinking like the damn cat he is, his dress shoes glinting from the high polish. He tugs at his jacket a bit, loosening a couple of buttons, revealing the starch dress shirt underneath.

“Oh my god-”

“Ladies!” The judge has to calm down the girls, and you do smile then, looking back to see the mess he’s created. Satoru grins.

“So sorry, Judge, I’m afraid my loyal fans can be a little… enthusiastic.”

“No worries, Mr. Gojo. Please continue.” The judge smiles at Satoru, her chin in her hand like she’s in class. You just shake your head a bit at everything, god Satoru really was something else.

“Thank you, Miss Inoue. So… dear jury.” He earns their undivided attention. “Let me show you the truth, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you all.” He winks, and then the prosecution loses it again. “Ah, they’re being so mean! Well, we’ll speak soon, don’t worry. The defense rests its opening statement in the firm belief that we will uncover the truth together.”

Then he’s back next to you, between you and the asshole Naoya, scooching close and leaning to whisper in your ear.

“Did he say anything baby girl?” He asks, and you sigh.

“We’ll talk later, Toru.” He looks at you with concern now, brows knitted, but you just shake your head, as the defense calls their first witness.

“We’d like to call a witness, Mr. Rin to the stand.”

And so the trial begins, and you and Satoru sit, tensely for hours on end, in the gloomy courtroom, as the prosecution questions their witness, and you can feel the gears shifting in Satoru’s head as he pops a piece of candy in his mouth. He hands you on discreetly, and you smile, opening the crinkly wrapper and sucking the little mint into your mouth.

“You’ve got this, yeah?” He nods, smiling a bit, but you could see the toll, as someone possibly guilty sits next to you both.

How does Satoru handle this one?

“We got this, Miss Brat. No worries.” His hand holds yours under the table, and you sigh at how good the little touch feels.

The prosecution finishes with their witness now. “Would you like to Cross examine the witness, Gojo. I mean Mr. Gojo!” Gojo chuckles at the judge, standing as you do, to let him out of the bench, and then he saunters up to the young lady, and you feel his hesitation.

“Hello there, how are you?” He asks gently, to the young lady sitting there nervously at the stand. She sighs.

“I’ve been better?”

“Yeah, courtrooms suck, huh?” Everyone is either laughing or gasping, and the witness smiles a bit.

“They really do.”

“I know, even I get so bored, ugh.” He leans his head back, grimacing then, and you barely hold in your laugh, it’s impossible, he’s so infectious. “But listen, let’s push through it, I’m just gonna ask you a few questions.”

Satoru starts his questioning then, and you notice it’s different, he’s not hitting as hard as he normally would, because he doesn’t even think Naoya is innocent, fuck Naoya could have been doing this. Yet he’s also not going to let this just go, he has to defend him, you have no clue how he’s keeping his cool, not when the man next to you looks so fucking smug.

As Satoru paces, he tosses out questions. "Could it be that the prosecution is more interested in a swift conviction than in the actual facts of the case?" He asks to the jury,  his voice rising just enough to make it sound like a challenge.

“Objection!”

“Sustained, Mr. Gojo, could you please reline the question?” The judge says sweetly, and Satoru smiles.

“Sure, judge, could it be that there are others who stand to gain from my client's downfall?"

The witness sighs. “I don’t know if I can answer that.”

“That’s okay, let me explain to you. My client," he says, turning to gesture at Naoya, "is a young man with a lot of money, and clearly getting eyed by a lot of people who want a piece of it. Would you agree?”

“Um… I guess so, some people like that.”

“Did you like his money?” The courtroom gasps, and the girl is bright red, looking down.

Fuck this disgusts you.

You know Satoru would like to call him disgusting and to fuck off, but here he was, having to do his best.

“The money is fine, but he’s a freak.”

“Oh, freaky huh? What’s wrong with that? Whips and chains-”

“Objection!”

The judge is intrigued though. “No, overruled. Continue.”

“Ah, thank you. Listen, what’s wrong with being freaky, in consesnual acts? Are you saying that equates assault? Some smacks on the ass?” The court room is in a tizzy, and you find yourself flushing.

“Well… no. Not necessarily…”

“Exactly!” Satoru chuckles, throwing his head back, and the prosecutor, visibly rattled, tries to interject again, but Satoru waves him off with a casual flick of his wrist. "Let's not forget, kink shaming is bad.”

“Mr. Gojo!” The prosecution is so angry, and the judge sighs.

“Mr. Gojo… is there a point to this?” She asks, and Gojo nods.

“There sure is, forgive me, I got a little… flustered.” He has the audacity to look innocent and cute!

Fucking Gojo.

He’s brilliant.

They’re putty in his big hands.

“My questions are almost over, love. Can you take one more?” He asks the witness softly, and she nods eagerly. “Perfect. What a good… witness.”

You hear his fans swoon, and people behind you giggle. The witness is entranced, and you’re just amazed at this shitshow, and how well Satoru runs this all so fucking well. He butters the girl up to say anything, it was as if he didn’t even really have to try, but he was trying, you could feel it, to not go too far.

“This may be the first case I lose. On purpose, if we can’t find anything on this fucker.” Satoru had said earlier, as you all drove into court, and you hold his hand that’s on your thigh, sighing.

“I know, Satoru. We’ll figure it out together.” He yanked your hand, kissing it, warm lips pressed on your trembling hand.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“The defense rests on its questioning.” Satoru says then, and soon he’s back next to you, and court eventually ends for the day.

You let out a shaky breath as Satoru walks up to the defense team, conferring with them, then all teams approach the bench to speak with the judge, and Nouya comes up close to you. You cringe internally, but outwardly you steel yourself, putting a blank expression on your face as he grins, eyes lowering to your breasts, downwards, and it feels so disgusting you struggle not to smack him for it.

“I see why he keeps you around, a shame women just aren’t fucking smart, isn’t it? But useful I suppose.” He acts casual, hands in his pockets, your fingers itch to smack him so badly you grip your books tight to you.

“Yeah, you’re real smart, ended up here and all. Me? Just aced every test and in a top law school. Without ‘daddy’s money’ too.” Your lips upturn just a bit, as you watch his stupid grin turn into a glare.

“I’d teach you a fuckin lesson, little slut, right on that pretty face of yours.” You glare, and just then Satoru is back, and he’s pulling you behind him, crossing his arms and leaning forward, his eyes are a storm of icy blue, his face furious like you’ve never seen.

“I’ll lose this case so quick, swear to fucking god. Don’t think for two seconds you’re good enough to breathe her air, got it?” He says it softly, calmly, looming over him, even though he was tall, Satoru is even taller, and you watch him back up just a step, fear in his features.

“You won’t lose, you never lose. It’s why we chose you.”

We?

Your mind runs rampant, you know the Zen’in are some of the richest people there are, and powerful. Satoru’s own family had run businesses with them, you’d found that out on accident. You tried to not pry, as you didn’t need to know what Satoru didn’t want you to, yet, but it was…

Frightening.

Did Satoru’s family…

“Let’s go.” Satoru shakes you out of your thoughts, and you realize you’ve just been standing there, you sigh, nodding and following him out. He doesn’t give his fans attention this time, he’s raging inside and you can see it, you can feel it, when you both are in the car and he’s punching the steering wheel with his fists.

“Toru, it’s okay! Promise.” You whisper, and he covers his face then, shaking his head, making you hurt for him, as you gently touch his shoulder. “Toru…”

“How can I even keep you safe if this fucker wants to-”

“I can handle myself, Toru, I’m tough you know.”

His eyes break your heart, filled with emotion as he gulps. “ Baby girl if anything happens to you… I swear-”

“Toru.” You stop him again, hands cupping his face, and he’s so tense you feel it through the air of the little car. “It’s gonna be okay. We will do this together, I will help you, I swear.”

“I can’t believe I couldn’t just beat the fuck out of him. What did he even say? All I saw was him near you whispering.” You blink then, looking down. “No, no you better tell me, I have to know what we’re dealing with.”

You take a shaky breath, sighing then. “He said I was going to learn a lesson, on my ‘pretty face’. Called me a slut, a whore. Said he’d have fun with me. Satoru!”

He’s out of the car in an instant, and you hop out to chase after him, as he’s stalking his way up the courtroom stairs. Most of the people are gone for the day, but who walks down buy Naoya himself, ankle monitor on his expensive pant leg, staring at his watch, until Satoru is right in front of him. He’s looking batshit insane, and frankly you’re fucking terrified.

“Satoru…” You murmur, coming up to touch him, and Naoya is smirking at the two of you.

“Something wrong, Gojo?”

“Need a word with you.” Satoru shoves him into a concrete pillar, and Naoya is furious, scowling back at him.

“The fuck?”

“Say anything like that again I’ll break your fucking jaw. Got it?” He demands, and Naoya actually just laughs, it’s dark and sinister. “I know who the fuck you are.”

“Oh do you, now? What’s it matter, huh? Worried about your pretty little-” Satoru punches him then, quietly and so quickly surely no one would know but you three, right in the stomach. Naoya hunches over, but he’s grinning.

“Don’t touch her, I swear to god, there’ll be nothing left to find.” Satoru whispers, and then he looks back at you, at your wide eyes, and he takes you by the hand, easing you away from the laughing man.

“See ya tomorrow, Gojo… doll.” He smirks at you and Satoru nearly punches him again, if not for you gently taking his hand.

“It’s fine, Toru, he’s not worth it.” Satoru’s eyes drink you in, and he leans close, your breath mingling.

“I’ll fucking kill him. You gonna get me off death row?” You feel his anger, his rage even under the joke.

“I’ll be the best attorney ever. I’ll show you how good I’ll be when we get back, yeah?” He stiffly walks away, and then you all are silently driving back home, your arm wrapped around his arm, snuggled close to his strong shoulder.

“I’ll wreck this mother fucker.” He mutters, as he’s driving, you feel all of his muscles so tense against you, his veins popping up around his wrists and hands at how tight he’s gripping the steering wheel.

“We’ll wreck him. Together. Yeah?”

“It took everything not to fucking kill him. Everything.”

“I know.”

Once you’re back at the hotel, you expect him to maybe want time alone, but he’s on you then, kissing you passionately, deeply, your teeth click as he’s yanking you up so close. You can barely breathe, so intense you can’t even take it, lost in him, as his hands are shaking, and you feel his body tremble, you eagerly slide his jacket off him, hands running down his body.

“You’re mine.” He says, through his teeth, his voice is hoarse and his eyes are wild, and you cup his face.

“You’re mine.” He’s moaning, then he turns you, roughly, unzipping the black dress you wore, and the cool air of the hotel room hits your skin. Satoru hungrily kisses down your neck, your shoulders, as his hands wrap around your waist, and your head tilts to the side, for him to have more access to you. “Satoru…”

“I love your body. I love how you feel. I love how you taste.” His husky words are accompanied by fervent kisses, and you melt in his arms, goosebumps everywhere he trails his lips upon. “I’ll kill anyone that touches you.”

“Satoru… don’t say that.” You whisper, but then he’s spun you around, and you’re shaking as you look up at him, at his serious face, so gorgeous and intense that you can’t think of anything else.

“I mean it. I’m sorry if it’s fucking intense, but I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me, I’m yours. I love you.” He moans softly, and as he’s kissing you again, you’re unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his perfect hard body, running your fingers down his torso, feeling the hot skin, the hard planes of his body, then your’s unbuckling his belt, and watch his eyes dilate, his lips part. “Let me make you feel good, Toru.”

“Fuck…” Is all he bites out, as his sexy moans urge you on, he steps out of his pants and you sink to your knees on the plush carpet beneath you, licking your lips as he frees his cock, slapping against his belly button, and you hungrily take him into your mouth, eyes meeting his.

“You did so good today, Toru.” You murmur, licking the salty precum from his tip, and he huffs, leaning back against the cream hotel wall, hands undoing your bun, letting your hair flow.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby girl.” He murmurs, before moaning, throwing his head back and enwrapping his hand in your hair, starting to fuck your throat with his thick length, choking you in the most delicious way. Your hands grip his strong, muscled thighs, as he pumps his cock deeper, until there are tears in your eyes. “Oh my god, baby…”

“Mmm…” You just moan, sucking him, your cheeks hollowing out, and he’s looking down at you, pupils blown out, and you feel the tension releasing as you pump your hands up and down his length.

“Play with that perfect pussy, baby, get ready for me.” He whispers, and you dip a hand down, feeling yourself slick and hot, crying out around his length, he grips you tighter, groaning. “That’s it, good girl. Good girl.”

You’re crying out now, clit puffy and twitching under your delicate touch, in little circles, so slippery your hand slides off. Satoru’s got your face cupped in his hands, as he pumps his hips, and you’re shaking with need, grinding against your hand hopelessly, craving more friction.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Fuck.” He pulls back then, and you let him go with a pop sound of your lips, and he’s swiping the saliva and precum off your chin. “Need you, need you now baby.”

You stand on wobbly legs, then Satoru’s sliding two fingers in your eager entry, as you wrap a leg around his, and he’s holding you around your waist, slamming his lips down on yours. You’re both a mess of teeth, tongues and lips, you swallow his groans and he drinks your sighs, as he’s hitting that spot so good you can’t take it.

“Please, please, please.” You whisper out, as you gasp with pleasure, and he’s spun you then, pressing you face down on the bed, so tall he has to lift your hips up, and then he’s over you, one hand guiding his cock between your lips, and you’re arching back for more.

“Perfect pussy. Perfect mouth. Perfect body.” He gruffly says those words, one hand wraps around your throat as he bends over, sliding his cock all the way in one thrust, and you scream out loud at it. “You’re mine.”

“Yours, Toru. Yours.” He’s gripping your throat tight, starting to fuck into you, and you hear how wet you are, squishing and slapping sounds in the suite, mixed with his labored breaths and your whimpers. “Ngh, s’good f-fuck!”

“Taking me so good, baby girl.” Satoru’s cock wrecks you now, fucking you harder and harder, slamming against your cervix until you feel yourself close, head falling back as his hand squeezes gently. “Made for me. Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” You can’t stop the moans, the cries, and then you feel the pressure burst, and pleasure washes over you in waves, as he claims you his, as he’s fucking you senseless. You don’t even remember where you are, all you know is Satoru Gojo’s cock is pounding your little pussy, and you’re shattering around it.

“Yes, cum for me… such a good girl, aren’t you?” You can’t take it, you’re too sensitive, and he’s squeezing your throat, making everything fuzzy, hazy, and you’ve cum so hard you’re soaked, dripping down the blanket, down your inner thighs, and he’s slipping easier and easier. “You’re so wet for me, so easy, huh?”

“Easy for you, Toru. You.” His big hands move you then, scooching you over the bed and laying on top of you, prone position, you feel the sweat dripping off his chest as he takes you, taking your hands and entwining them with his, planting sloppy, hot kisses along your shoulder blades. “Oh my… mnh… Love you, love you.”

“I fucking love you baby. You’re all mine. Aren’t you?” You nod, and he’s kissing up your neck now, as he’s slowing, grinding that leaking tip against your cervix until you’re cumming again, and he has to pause it feels so good, resting his head against the crook of your neck.

“You feel too good, too good. Can’t take it.” You whine out, as he’s rolling his hips, feeling your walls tighten around his cock, soaking him even more as wetness gushes from your little hole. “Toru, kiss me. Please.”

He takes your chin in a hand, as the other stays entwined with yours, and he’s drinking all your cries now, with a desperate, sloppy kiss. “Want me to cum in this pussy, paint your insides?”

“Yes. Please, please. Please, Toru. Ah!” He’s cumming right then, as you beg him, filling you up and pushing you over the brink, breathless, blinded, consumed by him.

“Fuck- perfect- so… ah… fuck…” He’s grunting, no sensible words, and you’re lost, seeing black and glitter, as Satoru consumes your soul. He eases now, kissing your sweaty back, running a hand down your spine, and you mewl weakly. “Baby…”

“Mmm… yeah? What is it, Toru?” You blink a bit, and you meet his eyes, pussy drunk off you but something is intense, even more than usual.

“I’ll never let anyone touch you. Got it?” You nod, planting a kiss on his lips, which soften under your caress. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“I know, Toru. I know.” He exhales, laying his heavy weight on you, but you love it, you love feeling him, feeling the aftershocks make both of you twitch, a sweaty mess of tangled limbs.

“I want to kill him.” You tense then, peeking back at him.

“Toru we’ll do this. We’ll get justice. I promise. We won’t have to…”

“I want to though. If he looks at you again? I…”

“We’ll get him.” He moans, kissing you again, and then he’s pushing deep inside you, where his cum was pouring out the length, but he’s still rock hard inside you. “Toru, again?”

“Again.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/149180743

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol- This chap also has Choso x reader (past)

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, heavy angst, most of this chap is angst, a fucked up, messy chapter. Cunnilingus (past relationship with choso)

CW: Attempted SA against MC at the end- HEAVY CHAP ooc for Suguru (He's awful)

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 12k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

Chapter 5

Suguru’s fists clench and unclench as you watch in horror, as Satoru says the one thing you know will push Suguru over the edge.

“You what!?” Suguru demands, snatching Satoru up by throat then, and Satoru smirks even as Suguru’s fist smashes into his pretty face.

“Suguru, stop!” You shout, running up then, trying to yank your huge ex boyfriend off your- what was Satoru!?- your… yeah. Satoru.

“It’s fine, baby, let him have his fun.” Satoru’s words are so easy going, as if his nose wasn’t dripping blood. Suguru scowls back at you over a shoulder, as you’re trying to pry stupidly strong muscles off Satoru’s body.

“Suguru, I came here. He didn’t drag me. It’s on me, be mad at me.” He scowls even deeper, as Satoru is grinning, like he’s fucking won.

“You let him cum in you?” He demands, and you feel ashamed, but only for a moment.

“You cum in Shoko?” Satoru asks, laughing when Suguru turns his attention down to him. “That’s all this is, you’re so mad I fucked her back in college. Can you get the fuck over it?”

“You knew how I felt.” He punches Satoru again, and you start to realize how far beyond you this was.

“So ya had to hit on her when I told you I saw her… ow fuck… at the damn bar huh?” Satoru flips his position now, holding Suguru in a headlock, and you blink in confusion at the words.

“You said she was hot as fuck, that meant I couldn’t hit on her?” Suguru’s words are strangled, Satoru is choking the ever living shit out of him, as you watch in a mix of horror and confusion.

“Who?” You ask, and Satoru’s bright blue eyes drink you in, as Suguru struggles in his hold.

“I saw you first.” He says, then suddenly he’s flipped back over, and Suguru’s over him, and Satoru’s the one in the head lock, struggling, pale skin turning red from how tight Suguru squeezed.

“You saw her, so the fuck what!?”

“When… When did you see me?” You ask softly, Suguru eases up for a moment, chocolate eyes not daring to look at you. Satoru coughs up a bit, now a droplet of blood is dripping down his lips.

“I told him I saw you working, and how gorgeous you were.” Your heart stops then, at his words. How!? How could Satoru have seen you and… “I was too…” He coughs again. “Scared to hit on you. So I told Suguru.”

“I just went to see her, I didn’t intend to have a connection. You act as if you had some fucking claim.” Suguru grunts out, and Satoru smirks over at him, as you try to process both of their words, as the masculinity raised way too high in this damn room, both of them still furious.

“You did it to get me back. You know I never talk about women, when have I fucking ever!?” Your heart is thudding in your chest so hard you think it will just pound right out of it, your throat tightening.

Satoru saw you first?

Suguru came on to you to get to him!?

Were you some fucking game to him?

“You’re so dramatic. I just wanted to see her too. Then I… clearly fucking fell for her.” Suguru says, but Satoru laughs, earning another punch, the sound of his fist connecting is sickening to your ears.

“Nah, you haven’t. You’d have never needed anyone.”

“So monogamy is the only form of love?”

“Didn’t say that, but your shit isn’t even poly, Sugu. It’s just one sided cheating.” Suguru scowls down at Gojo’s honest words, and you tense, expecting another hit, only for him to laugh then, grinning down at Satoru.

“You came in her, huh?” Suguru says, making you flush, wanting to get sucked in a goddamn hole. You hadn’t wanted Sugu to cum in you, and that was awful, wasn’t it? But Satoru?

Yeah you craved it.

“Sure did, Sugu. Her pussy milked it for all too.” Suguru’s red to the tips of his ears, as he holds Satoru down, pinning him to the grown, thighs straddling him. Satoru’s smirk dies soon though.

“That’s nice. But guess who took her virginity?”

The room is silent, like it’s taking a breath, and your heart constricts in your chest, as Satoru’s face drops, as his eyes look at you then, darker blue than you’d ever seen, pupils so dilated, his lips in a stern line. You feel mortified, that Suguru would share this, that Satoru looked so hurt, fuck he’d seen you first!?

“You. What. Now.” Satoru says quietly, and Suguru grins, leaning up, yanking out the pony tail that’s half out of his hair.

“Sure did. She’d not been with a man. She’s twenty four you know, so of course I showed her. You know, her first time? It was really good for her, don’t worry. Took my time with every-”

Satoru punches him so hard Suguru falls right off him, and then Satoru is the one straddling his best friend’s lap, as you continue to watch this fucking train wreck. God you couldn’t look away, as much as you wanted to, not when they were fighinng because of you, not when you could feel Satoru’s pure rage, not when Suguru shared something so personal.

“No way she was a virgin. You’re saying this to-”

“She was. Weren’t you, Princess?” You earn both of their eyes on you, and you gulp, as you feel a mix of embarrassment and disgust at the display.

“I was a virgin.” You murmur softly, and as Suguru chuckles, Satoru rages, punching him so hard you hear a sickening crack. “Satoru, I didn’t… I just wasn’t experienced. Please, stop… both of you. I’m not worth it.”

Your quiet words pause them for a moment, as Suguru takes your form in, slowly, all you’re wearing is Satoru’s shirt, you notice then. Messy, wavy hair with no makeup, Suguru hadn’t even seen you like this. You hadn’t felt comfortable enough not to have on some waterproof mascara, something. You wore lingerie for him. But now? You just look so…

“You took her virginity to get at me? What kind of sick fuck have you become, Suguru? What the fuck!” Satoru’s furious words bring you back to focus, as he punches Suguru right in the ribs, only for Suguru to take the top position again.

“Took her- ah- virginity because she’s hot. Idiot.” Your heart shatters, more than it had before. Suguru never had a fucking feeling for you, did he?

You were an idiot.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Satoru’s terse statement sends shivers down your spine, and you rush over to them, kneeling and touching Satoru’s arm, bringing his feral blue gaze to yours.

“Satoru, please. Enough.” You whisper, and you seem to break through to him, as he looks back down at Suguru. Both of them are bloody and bruising, panting and out of breath. “Suguru, I’m sorry I came here. It’s on me, though.”

“No, he manipulated you. I know what he does.”

“I never manipulated her, or Shoko, fuck she was just drunk and so was I. We didn’t even like it! Why can’t you let it go!?” His voice is so emotional it crushes you, as you clearly see you were always just a pawn in a game, for Suguru. It makes your skin crawl, as you remember him taking your virginity.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Princess?” He’d asked, so sweet and caring, and you nervously nod, clinging to his shoulders, eyes shooting up to his.

“I can’t do this if you don’t feel something back, Sugu. I’m so sorry if that’s corny, but I am… this is my first time.” Suguru pauses, his lips parting, then he nods, brushing your hair back gently.

“I’ll make it perfect, I promise. How couldn’t I feel something? You’re so beautiful, so sweet. I’ll make it so special.” He cooes at you, and you melt under him, under his handsome face and his gorgeous, lidded eyes. You gasp as his tip slides between your folds, something you’d never felt.

“Suguru…” You whisper, his lips capture yours then, so passionate like nothing you’d ever had, and all those worries are whisked away as he plays with you, as he touches you, as he kisses you. You’re wetter and wetter under his expert touch, as he takes you over.

“I’ll make it perfect.” He says again, then he’s sliding into you, making you gasp.

He did all that, and he didn’t ever care, fuck he did this to upset Satoru Gojo? You were nothing to him. Nothing.

You barely register that tears are pouring down your cheeks until they both are paused, looking at you now, Suguru looks actually resigned for just a moment, and Satoru looks infuriated. His gaze was psychotic, as if he’s on the cusp of doing something insane. All while you’re sobbing in front of them, unwillingly, unsure how to turn the tears off.

“You didn’t feel anything did you? You lied.” You sob out, looking right at Suguru, and Satoru finally lets him up, turning around, running his hands through his silken white hair, as Suguru sits up, holding his stomach, shaking his head.

“I did feel things. I didn’t lie.”

“Feel what, anger at Satoru? I get you didn’t know me, but my virginity was important to me. I really thought you-”

“If it was so important why so quick?” You gasp then, and back away, only for Suguru to clench his jaw, closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just mean, if you waited so long, why-”

“You really made me feel pretty, special. I thought… the way you treated me I thought you felt something.” You speak through tears, and shudder as Satoru punches his own wall, loudly then, not looking back at you.

“I did, Princess. I’m just angry.” Suguru sits up, cupping your face, but you tense, disgusted at the touch suddenly. “I fucked you because I wanted to. Not because of Satoru. I swear, why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous.”

“That was it, just my looks! You made it seem…”

“I mean I feel more now. It was too soon. I swear I felt something.” He holds your cheeks, and you shiver, you feel waves of nausea roll over you as you think of how manipulated you had been, as everything you ever thought comes crashing down. You hear Satoru sobbing and it crushes you.

“You did this all as a game. You think I didn’t have feelings, that it wasn’t special to me?” You swipe your tears away, choking on your sobs. “I kept it for something special, and you made me think it was.”

“It was. It was. I swear. You’re letting Satoru-”

“Just go, please. Just go. I can’t take anymore!” You stand up then, sobbing so hard you can barely control it, as the world shatters on you. Even after his cheating with Shoko, you hadn’t believed he started this all as a manipulation.

“Princess-”

“My virginity wasn’t a game! Or revenge!” You shove at him, smacking his hands away as he tries to grab at your shoulders. “It meant something. I can’t just get it back. You took that from me.”

Suguru has the grace to look resigned, his eyes shooting down to his own feet, his brows together, fists that are red clenching at his sides. “I do feel things for you, it wasn’t just pretending.”

“You took it under false pretenses.”

“I… I feel things. I swear I do. I’ll forgive all of this.” He takes your shoulders again, but you jerk away, shaking your head. Suguru glares now. “You think Satoru is honest, loyal? You’re in for disappointment.”

“I just wanted something real. I should have known, it was all too perfect, your words, everything. Like some performance but with my actual life.” You’re shaking from how hard you’re sobbing, Satoru’s hand is gripping the ledge of the fireplace, he won’t even look back, won’t say anything.

“It wasn’t a game. You’re falling for it, for him.” You scowl at his words then, as you look at Satotu’s well muscled back, at how tense he is.

“You should go see Shoko.”

Suguru glares, mouth thinning. “It was just play, she didn’t even feel like…”

“Oh so that’s it! She turned you down. So you’re left with me?”

“No! Fuck you’re frustrating.” He grips you bruisingly then, shoving you against a wall, and Satoru’s on you in a moment, shoving him off, glaring.

“Get out, Sugu. You’re not thinking clearly.” Satoru says, standing in front of you, Suguru’s eyes narrow.

“I’d never hurt a woman. I just…”

“Go. Just go, please.” You whisper, hands on Satoru’s back, and Suguru laughs darkly, giving you chills.

“You had no feelings if you could so easily go be with my best friend. Maybe you’re the one full of-”

“Go home.” Satoru says, cutting him off, and Suguru finally stomps out, slamming the door, soon you hear the rev of his sports car, and you’re shaking against him, clinging to his strong back, tears hot and sticky on his sweaty skin.

It’s silent for a moment, until Satoru turns to you, looking down at your face, and his eyes are furious, an insane blue you haven’t even seen, swollen in places from Suguru’s brutal fists. They’re so bright you have to blink rapidly, as his full lips part, and he’s shaking, his hands on the wall on either side of you.

“He took your virginity!?” You tense, looking down, feeling so fucking confused you can’t even process how you truly feel. You just nod. “It should have been me.”

“I… Satoru, I hadn't met you yet.” You whisper, blinking through a fresh set of tears, as he’s huffing over you. “Why didn’t you say… hi?”

He laughs, without humor, not meeting his beautiful eyes. “Why? Because you were so beautiful I couldn’t think. And yeah, I fuck pretty women. But you’re so goddamn gorgeous I was reduced to being some high school idiot. How could those loser men even get a drink from you!?”

His words eat you alive, your hands slide up his bare chest, his beautiful body, and you watch his abdomen contract from the touch. You struggle to form the correct words, licking your lower lip, sighing. “Satoru, I wish you did.”

It’s silent, as if the entire living room takes a breath it's been holding. You look at his bleeding lip, at his bruising and swollen cheek, and you hate it, you hate that you caused it. You gingerly touch his cheek, making him hiss. “You wish I met you first?”

“Satoru, if you had… I’d have been on my knees.” He gasps, at your stupidly vulnerable words, and you expect him to make fun of them, tease you, but he just stares at you, grip tightening on your waist.

“I’d have been on my knees.” He whispers, then he’s shoving up his shirt you wore, groaning as he slides two fingers in you, stretching you so much you cry out in pain at it. “I should have been the first.”

“Satoru…”

“It should have been me. The first. Me.” He grunts, then suddenly he’s picked you up, and your legs wrap around his hips, he’s kissing you, his blood tasting like iron on your lips,desperately, and your arms wrap around his neck, crying with him. “How were you a virgin!?”

“I never… I wanted it to be special.” You’re sobbing again, and he’s crying too, pretty tears glistening down perfect cheeks.

“I didn’t know, but now!? I’m so fucking…” He growls then, and he’s shoving his cock out of his sweats, blue eyes locked on yours furiously, then his cock is all the way inside you, and you scream out in pain at the stretch. “It should have been me.”

“Satoru… ah fuck, it hurts!” He scowls down at you, sliding out, you hiss a bit, but then he’s deep inside again, all eight plus inches snug in your cunt, hitting your cervix, and damn if you’re not soaking to accommodate.

“It should have been me.” He repeats again, and then he’s cupping your face with one hand, lips hovering, and you gasp for a breath, so full you can’t take it. “I saw you first.”

“Satoru…”

He’s fucking into you now, and your head falls back in pleasure, slamming into the wall, he won’t stop his relentless thrusts, as they bring you higher and higher, until you can’t function. You’re clinging to him tightly, as he kisses you over and over, blood all over your mouth. It should bother you but you don’t even care, you crave more and more of his hard cock, of his brutal, messy kisses.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget it.” He says, desperate now, and you just whine out, eyes fluttering shut, as he fucks you brutally againt the wall, your cunt is so wet it’s sloppy, you hear it echoing in the room along with the thudding of your back, brusingly against the wall. “Should’ve been… me. Say it.”

“You, you Satoru.” You whimper the words, and he’s groaning, pressing his bloody lips on yours and shoving his cock into your cervix, you’re screaming as an orgasm hits so hard it wrecks you. You can’t even think, your sore little cunt pounded by a furious Satoru Gojo, you can’t form a word, your brain is stupid, stupid.

Satoru’s gripping you so tightly with those big hands, his desperate breaths hot on you, and you’re twitching as you cum, as he’s groaning, white eyelashes fluttering shut at how good you feel. “Say it again. Say it, fucking brat. I need… it…”

“Should have been you.” You say again, then he’s gripping you so tight you can’t breathe, shoving his thick cock deep and brutal, until you’re cumming again. He bites your delicate throat, groaning out against it, and you can do nothing but soak his cock, boneless in his grasp.

“Me, me, me. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He’s whispering like it’s some fucking mantra, as he chases his own release, pumping you so full, white hot ropes of cum burning hot in your little hole. You’re twitching, pulsing around his cock, as it throbs inside of you. “Oh my fucking god. Fuck.”

“F-fuck, Toru I- ah!” You’re cumming just from that hot load, and he captures your lips in his, hungry, feral and desperate. And you fall into him.

You fall for him.

You’re sore, aching, throbbing… you’ve never done this much fucking in the short few months you’ve been sexually active, and fuck if you’ve ever done it so many times in a twenty four hour span. Satoru is pushing inside of you, oversenstiive as you swipe the tears from his pretty face, as his labored breaths are hot against your lips, and your eyes lock.

Should it have been him?

Had some choice been taken away from both of you?

Gojo’s POV

Your gentle fingers brush his tears away, as he’s still nestled inside your tiny little hole, the one he knows he didn’t prep, but you took it anyway, you sucked him right in. He sees the lines between your brows of pain, physical and mental, as his own head throbs with the force of Suguru’s hits. Your beautiful eyes glisten with a fresh set of tears, as streaks run red down your face.

Satoru’s heart is thudding in his chest, with rage, with anguish, with the need and desire for you, for every bit of you. He holds you in his arms still, hands firm on those thighs, feeling your muscles tensing, your legs twitching with aftershocks, he presses his fingers in, gripping even tighter, as your eyes lock.

Satoru should have been your first.

Not just because he wants to claim you, and of course he fucking does, he wants you more than anyone has ever wanted someone. He knows it, this all consuming need, that drives him insane, but now he wishes he was for a different reason. For the anguish in your voice when you learned Suguru hadn’t been in love, or at the very least had feelings.

He heard it in your sobs, as he took something so special from you, something he’d never shared with Satoru. Satoru wouldn’t have been able to handle it. He knew Suguru was still getting back at him, but this was a step too far, and he doesn’t know how to justify his best friend, not when he’s hurt you so much.

Why couldn’t Satoru have just spoken to you!?

“S-Satoru… I’m really- mnh- sore. Can I…” You whimper a bit, and he realizes how badly you must hurt, you’re small down there and he’s fucked the shit out of you, several times in twenty four hours.

But he can’t control himself, he could fuck into you again, he’s already got blood pumping to his cock, as he looks at your gorgeous face, the one that haunts his every dream. Haunts his every waking moment, staring at such perfection and having wished it could be his. And now, here you were, taking him so good, little nails clinging to his bare neck.

“Can’t handle good dick huh?” He says gruffly, he wants to just say how he’s sorry that he’s hurt you, but he still is a goddamn idiot, and terrified of the overwhelming feelings.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “You clearly know I’m inexperienced now. So no, I can’t handle this much, especially… no prep.” You’re flushed, all over your face, your throat, as you speak, and he sighs.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really thinking just then.” He eases out, as you blink in surprise at him, and he helps you down on wobbly legs. “Did I hurt you?”

“Um, a bit but it’s okay. Just more… sore than anything. I still really liked it, I promise.” You reassure him, does he deserve this though? Does he deserve anything about you?

Satoru gently caresses your hair out of the way, tucking it behind your ears, brushing his hands down your face softly. “I was furious. I didn’t know.”

Your eyelashes swoop low over your eyes, casting shadows down your face, and he watches you nervously bite that lower lip. You are trying to slow your breathing, your shaky hands gently holding his wrists. “I guess he was hurt by what you said and wanted to hurt you, too. This is all my fault-”

“No the fuck it’s not.” He speaks through gritted teeth, shoving you against that wall, the one his friend had, but you don’t seem afraid of Satoru, no you look up at him with pure desire. And something more. Something he shouldn’t hope for. “I’m fucking sorry he did that.”

Your tears flow again, and you swipe at them with the back of your hand, narrow shoulders heaving with the labor of holding in your sobs. “It wasn’t your fault, either.”

“Wasn’t it!? Wasn’t it? It’s all because-”

“No! You don’t give him excuses! So what if something happened, it doesn’t give him a right to do all of this. You give him such leeway and tear yourself down.” You’re shoving at him, and your words hit him slowly, as he realizes what he has been excusing, allowing. He gulps, looking down.

“He was right, I have never been a loyal boyfriend.” You watch him with your chest heaving, now your little nose is all red, as you rub it again, before burying your face against his chest.

“I don’t care how you were. And we’re not dating obviously, but I appreciate you being honest about it.”

“You’re too fucking good for me. You know you’re too good for both of us, right?” You shake your head, and he holds you closer, wincing at his sore ribs. Suguru may have cracked one.

“If you were… would you be loyal?”

“Yes.” He says without hesitation. “If you were mine I would never look at anyone ever again. I already have trouble seeing anyone but you.” His vulnerable words make you gasp, as you look up at him longingly. “Hate you so much, it takes so much effort you know.”

You giggle then, and he just glares, but inwardly he loves that laugh, he loves your cute little smile, the way your nose scrunches, the way your eyes crinkle just a bit at the corners. Fuck, it lights up your beautiful face, and he should tell you that, but he can’t… he is so afraid… he hates himself. He hates you. He hates what you’re making him feel.

After so long of feeling nothing, you make him feel despair, anger, longing, desire, at times joy, and most importantly…

Love.

Is that what this gnawing, clawing feeling in his chest its? Love?

He felt it when he first saw you, surrounded by a sea of men and women, who seemed to hit on you equally. Fuck you’d been wearing this little pink crop top that hugged your breasts perfectly, a black choker to break up the endless pink, and a pink skirt with ribbons down the front. Your body was ridiculously hot, and you flaunted it too.

It’s why he never thought you insecure.

You were a mix of girly and goth, both two types of women he didn’t go for. You were a short little brat. You were young, and not just age wise, you were bright and cheery, giggly and bubbly. It had disgusted him, how happy you were, Satoru typically had a list of arm candy women on xanax and zoloft, stuck with old husbands and needing his dick, that’s what he was used to.

Not you.

Had he not noticed the times you’d frowned, looked lost, sighed, your shoulders slumping? Had he just thought you flirtatious, perhaps a bimbo if he’s honest, that was the vibes you gave. But you’re deep, intelligent, thoughtful, he constantly sees how much you care, how much you are thinking, how you analyze him.

How hard you tried when he was awful to you.

When he said the worst things. The most untrue things. All because he couldn’t handle seeing Suguru with you. All because he wanted you, decked out in pink everything, on his arm, giggling. It had eaten him alive. But now, here you are, and you’re in his shirt, and your face is bare, and you’re vulnerable, you’re wide open, clear as crystal glass.

Could Satoru open up? He’s so afraid to disappoint you.

“Satoru, please let me clean this up. And get some ice for this.” You murmur softly, fingers hovering over his face. He nods a bit, he’d usually argue with you or make some… comment, but he wants you to take care of him.

Fuck.

“All right, Nurse.” He teases, and you smile just a bit, corners of those lush lips pulling up, brightening his life. “I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

Satoru guides you to the bathroom, and grabs the first aid kit out of his cabinet, and hands it to you. You start taking out gauze, neosporin, antiseptic… you seem to know what you’re doing, he notices, as you look at him, and he sits on the edge of the bathtub so you can actually reach his face.

You take a washcloth first, rinsing it with cold water, then you gently dab his face with the cool towel, and he watches you, the way your eyes never leave his face, the way your hands are so tender and soft, as he inhales your scent, as you stand in between his spread thighs. His fingers itch to hold you, his mouth aches to tell you how much you mean to him.

Even if you don’t even know him yet, do you?

The tension is palpable in the bathroom as you both pretend like you’re not both thinking about what just happened. How Satoru had claimed you so thoroughly, how you gave in so easily, even though he didn’t prep you, even though he hurt you, even though he shouldn’t have. And you’re not even upset, it was as if you wanted it, the way you came so hard around him.

Was it still trickling out of your tight little cunt, he wonders, looking at your chest now, hidden under his shirt, but he watches nipples perk up when he gently rests two hands on the jut of your hips. He doesn’t do anything else, as you’re cleaning the cut above his eyebrow, but that touch alone sends shockwaves through both of you. You’re biting that lower lip, suppressing a cry.

You’re focused on taking care of him.

You bend over, hands shaking a bit as you pull out the neosporin and the band aids. Satoru watches your every move, as you dab the antiseptic on his cuts, the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the way your lips press into a thin line. Your sweet breath rushes over his face, you fill his every sense, as you take care of him, in a way he’s not sure he deserves.

Satoru Gojo feels something inside him, something tightening in his throat, something warm spreading through his chest as you work on him. It’s like you’re not just fixing his face, but fixing him, with each careful dab of a cotton ball, with each breath you take. Neither of you even speak, you don’t have to, you speak so beautifully with each touch, each movement.

Could you fix him? Was he too fucked for this?

Even now, all he can think about is sliding back inside that tight cunt, but first he’d finger his own cum out of you, he’d lavish the taste of both of you up on his tongue, softly, sweetly, until you’re begging for him again. Fuck Satoru hadn’t even been gentle with you, he’d gone easy here and there, but he’d not made love to you, not like you deserve.

If he did he’d be completely ruined, he’s already so far gone now, all he can think about is claiming you, making you his in every way. He’d put babies in that flat tummy, fill it up round with him, he’d tell you to stop working, he’d keep you home and take care of you, and lick that cunt every goddamn day if you let him. He’d pump you so full of cum you couldn’t leave.

His thoughts consume him, and you wince, making him realize he’s pressing his fingers harshly into your hipbones, he eases up just a bit, blinking and looking up at you, still meticulously caring for his face. Now you move to his chest, with your cool, soft hands, brushing little bits of antiseptic here and there.

When you’re done, he swallows, his throat dry, and he has nothing snarky to say, he has nothing mean to say, to pretend with you. No, he’s too enthralled in you, in everything about you, his heart is hurting so goddamn much, his cock is already hard under his sweats, he’s consumed by you.

It’s all you.

“Thank you.” He manages to say, and the surprise on your pretty face says it all, your lips parted, your eyebrows high with shock.

He says nothing further, either, he just slides his hands off your hips now, to run down the soft stomach he wants to fill, feeling it tremble under his touch, before those hands land on your thighs, brushing little circles. Satoru hadn’t been very gentle with you, had he? Not in any way, but you respond the same, whether he’s choking that pretty throat, or he’s brushing a delicate touch.

You want him, clear as day.

Now you ease a bit, exhaling, and you start kissing every bruise you see on his chest, feather light touches of perfect lips setting his skin on fire, and he’s helpless to it, all he can do is sigh in pleasure, gripping your waist tightly. You’re not doing it sexually, you’re being sweet, caring, considerate, as if you want to erase the hurt, and fuck if you don’t actually do that.

Satoru would take any pain for you.

Your POV

Satoru thanked you. He thanked you, with no other comments, with nothing sexual, no he thanked you softly, his big blue eyes so vulnerable then that they broke you, broke your fucking heart. The tension you feel as you’re between his long legs, as his huge hands take over your waist, as you feel his cool breath against your cheek, as you kiss his skin…

It’s insane, what’s left unspoken, fuck only two words have been said as you’ve worked over him, cleaning him up the best you can. Two words that make everything hazy, the husky tone they’d been spoken with. Fuck if it doesn’t take over everything that you are, fuck if you don’t love standing over him, feeling him so vulnerable, so raw and real with you for once.

Your heart aches.

Your pulse flutters.

Your pussy throbs.

All for Satoru Gojo.

You swallow now, heart racing, and you kiss his forehead sweetly, something you had ached to do, hands gently holding his broad shoulders. Fuck if you didn’t wanna make it all better, if you didn’t wanna fill this void he so clearly has, to make him feel so much more than pain. Could you?

“You’re welcome, Toru.” You whisper, your voice barely above a breath, and he reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip softly. The gesture is gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions, and it sends a tremble down your spine.

His bright blue gaze locks onto yours as you brush his snowy white hair back, and it’s like he’s searching, pleading for something unspoken. Fuck, you want to give him anything when he looks at you like that, when his usually tense, sculped features get soft for just this moment. He looks youthful, not that Satoru didn’t look stupidly young, but it was this… softness to him.

You want to be the one to make him feel whole, to fill the gaping hole in his chest that he tries so hard to hide, but fuck if you don’t want him to fill that hole in you now, the chasm that has grown deeper. But do you know each other? Are you just going to get burned again, like you had with Suguru?

The difference is, he’s real, he’s so real with you. He’s not pretending, he’s not whispering sweet words in your ear, if anything you feel him actively holding back. You both just stare at each other, it should be awkward, right this silence? But it’s not at all, you both don’t need to speak.

You lean in, your lips brushing his, tentatively at first, then with more pressure, as if you’re trying to memorize the feel of him, the taste of him, afraid of how long it would even happen. These kisses that consume you, the ones that left blood on your mouth earlier, and you hadn’t cared, no you wanted more. You could not get enough of his kisses, especially these softer, newer ones.

Satoru’s hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. It’s messy, needy, full of desperation and longing, and you can feel it, the heat of his desire, the way his tongue sweeps into your mouth like he’s trying to claim every part of you. And you want to be claimed, you want to be his, you wish so badly he had been your first in every way.

You wish he’d just said hello to you.

You wish you met the real Satoru Gojo, and not this dark, guarded version of him, not the mean version of before, but you would take him like this, fuck you’d take him mean, if it meant you could feel this forever. This consuming need to be claimed fully by him, you throw any sense of feminism out the fucking window for him.

He fills your void, the deep one that Suguru had caused, through his careless actions, the ones that clearly also hurt Satoru. It’s clear as day that the virginity comment had made him insane, as he’d roughly taken you on that wall, and damn if you weren’t still in pain, but you could go again, you would let him destroy you, if only that meant he’d touch you.

Look at you.

Hold you.

Kiss you like he is now. The kiss is broken only by the sound of your own moan, a soft little whine of pleasure that slips out as his hand slides down your body, cupping your bruised ass, reminding you of how he’d taken you so fiercely against the wall. It’s like a brand, a mark that says you’re his, and it makes you want him all over again, despite lingering pain.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” He whispers, leaning back and staring up at you, and you can feel his regret.

“It’s okay, Satoru. I’m okay.” You murmur, standing closer now. “I’m fine, really, you’re much more hurt than me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He blinks back emotion with snowy white lashes, and you shake your head, caressing his shoulders, hating how they’re bruising before your eyes.

“You didn’t. Promise. I’d go again.” He smirks finally, the serious moment dissipated for a moment.

“So slutty always for me, aren’t you?” His words send a pang of desire, resonating in every way through your sore body. You nod, shyly, and he huffs a bit, his chest heaving. “She needs a break, I really have been wrecking her.”

“Cocky little shit.” He chuckles, then gasps, holding his stomach, and you frown at that, concerned.

“Hospital maybe?”

“Nah fuck that. I have pain killers from back in the day getting some root canal thing, can you grab ‘em? Under the sink.” You bend back down, rummaging through prescriptions now.

“Root canal? Your teeth are so pretty.”

“I have a sweet tooth. Bad. Must be why I love tasting that pussy.” You’re blushing hard core, thighs shaking as you stay squatted down, and you peek over the cabinet at him, and his charming smirk.

“You’re too much. Swear.”

“I know baby that’s why it hurt you so bad.”

“Toru! Tell me what I’m looking for.”

“Should say percocet.” You find the bottle still relatively full, and pull it out, pouring one into your hand and handing it to him. He holds his hand out more. “Stingy nurse, gimme two.”

“Oh fine. Let me get some water.” You run to the kitchen, noticing the disarray of the clean house after Satoru’s fight, but you shake it off, running the fancy silver faucet and filling a glass for him. You come back and hand him it, but he just hands you the pills back. “What?”

“Give 'em to me, nurse.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head then. “What, let a hurt man enjoy a fantasy.”

“Oh fine, open up.” He opens his mouth, that tongue that does insane things to your body and psyche sticking out, and you pop a pill on there, white and oblong. “Close and drink.”

He does exactly as you order, while one of his hands grips your bruising ass tightly, making you feel a mix of desire and pain. Desire and pain, it was all you can think to describe what you’re feeling lately, what you feel for Satoru Gojo. In the brief moments where he’s like this, opening to you, you feel so much hope, but it’s also terrifying and new.

What is this between you both?

It can’t be fucking normal.

It’s tilted the entire world on its axis, as if you don’t have the same gravity anymore, it’s all being pulled towards him, like he’s this black hole and you’re just matter circling around it. Fuck if you don’t want to just get sucked into it, to let yourself dissappear in it.

“Next one.” You manage to say, and he opens again, you place it on his tongue, and then you hold the cool glass for him, condensation cool on your palm, as his full lips sit on the rim of the glass. “Only you can make drinking water hot.”

You just said that huh?

He chuckles at that, holding his ribs then, and his endless blue eyes stare up at you, fuck you’re so close, you can feel the energy humming through you both. He carefully kisses your lips, sighing against your mouth, one of his hands still over yours on the glass.

“Can you stay all day? I’ll make it up to this pussy for being mean.” He teases, and for once it’s so genuine, it’s like he’s truly asking you to stay, and fuck you want to, you want to never leave. You brush his hair back, your nails raking gently across his scalp, and he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

“I wish I could. Work, ugh. Tonight is a big night because of the holiday tomorrow, too, so I will make good money.” He frowns a bit.

“You like being a bartender?”

“I went to school for creative writing. So.”

“Ooh… the shit degree.”

You giggle at that, nodding. “It is not one that’s gonna do me any good. It’s pretty on my wall I guess. I am doing this in the hopes one day I have a book that hits it big, but I don’t have much time with working.”

“I didn’t know you wrote.” He says softly, and you nervously bite your lip, studying him carefully.

“It’s not like we ever got to know each other. Um… aside from physically now.” You murmur, feeling yourself heat up as he studies you. “Satoru, this sounds stupid but, wanna go on like… a date?”

He blinks then, and you feel you’ve gone too far, you’ve overstepped surely, you don’t even know if he-

“You asking me out, short stuff?” He pulls you against him, wincing at the pain on his chest, but he doesn’t let you pull back. You nod, tentatively. “Couldn’t wait for me to ask, huh?”

“I just think we owe it to ourselves to get to know each other. I mean clearly you know my body-”

“Perfect body.”

“Toru…” You’re melting, at those words from him, you struggle to remember what you were even thinking. “Thank you. But, like let’s go on one. If you want… if you just want it to be sex, I get it. But I think maybe we should try? Go ahead and laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, that shit hurts right now.” It’s your turn to laugh, earning a glare from him. “Okay, a date. When and where?”

“Can we go to a movie? Out to eat? Normal date things.”

“Boring.”

“What!”

“Mmm, I’ll plan it. And I’ll pick you up, can’t have you embarrass me in that terrible beetle of yours.” You glare back now, and he’s smirking so charming you can’t even stay mad at him. “Be nice to me and I’ll buy you a car.”

“What!? Crazy talk. Stop that. I make good money, not Satoru Gojo money but good enough.”

“Mmhmm. So get your little ass ready to leave, before I pay you triple what you make to let me fuck you all day.”

Fuck.

***

Satoru’s words linger in your mind that night, as you start your shift at the nightclub you work at, with your best friend Choso. Choso and you had been friends for a couple years now, both having the same shifts, he always protected you from rowdy drunk men, and you protected him from some of the thirsty girls.

Choso was gorgeous, tall, he had tattoos and piercings and dressed goth, a contrast to your bright pink, a clash of aesthetics. Women went crazy over him, and why not, he was beautiful. He was also quiet, smart and sweet. He'd even been the only man you'd had any experience with until now.

Six months ago

“Choso… um are you sure? You don't want me to do anything back?” You both closed the bar that night, and Choso shocked you, asking if he could eat you out. Out of nowhere. As a friend!?

“You look like you could use some relief, Barbie.” That was his nickname for you, the first time he met you he said it, and it stuck. “I’d be lying if I didn't say I'd love to give it to you. I can just finger you if you're uncomfy?” He's holding you, whispering in your ear, as he's gently caressing your pussy over your pink lace panties. You're soaking them under his touch.

“I've never really… I'm a virgin, Choso.” He pulls back, black brows raised, his lazy amethyst eyes drinking you in.

“A virgin? You…”

“I've been with a couple girls but we didn't go that far. Um. I've not done anything but kiss men.” He exhaled, blinking a bit and you gasp when he presses his lips on yours, he tastes so sweet, his lips pressure perfection. You grind your hips up eagerly.

“I was just going to please you, little Barbie, I wasn't going that far. I wouldn't do that, not in a relationship myself.” You exhale, running a hand around the back of his neck. Choso had his hair done up in pigtailed buns and fuck if he wasn't stupidly cute with them.

“I don't wanna ever ruin our friendship. You're so important to me.” He truly was, you all took care of each other, he was your Wednesday Addams to your Bianca Barclay. You'd held him as he cried over his breakup of someone he loved. He held you as you got rejected by your crush. You all watched movies and played video games. You love him to pieces.

“It won't, ever. Just let me take care of you, okay?” You nod eagerly, as you all stand in the break room of the eerily quiet bar, and then Choso is on his knees, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes, asking for permission. 

“Yes, please. Um… tell me if I shaved good?” He laughs a bit, you can tell he's as nervous as you. Choso has only been with two girls from what he's said. He slides your panties down your thighs, exhaling as he sees you, and you go to close your thighs, so embarrassed, but he holds them firm, shaking his head.

“You're so beautiful down there. I promise.” You blink back emotion, then gasp when he kisses you there. “You missed a little.”

He spreads your lips open, looking inside, as your thighs are on his shoulders and you're now sitting on one of the chairs. You giggle. “Did I now?”

“Need me to shave you, barbie? What's a bestie for? Oh wait… this.” He flicks his tongue up your slit, and you cry out, back arching at how good it feels. “Getting the homie off.”

“Choso! Ah… oh my… Choso…” His tongue ring hits your exposed clit, and you're soaking his face at the sensation, as the ball of it flicks up and down the underside of your clit.

He's moaning as he sweetly drinks you up, as his tongue lavishes you up, his thick finger teasing your entrance, until it sinks in, and your wetness pours down his endless amount of black rings. He's doing things that you've never felt, and you're too wet. Too…

“Choso I'm sorry, I never get this… it's too messy.” He chuckles at that, looking up at you with that sexy face. Fuck he's your best friend what are you doing!?

“It's hot, I promise. I like how wet you are.” He murmurs and you're flushed, looking away for a moment.

“Promise you're eating me out as a friend?” He smirks, nodding, kissing you for a moment, and you taste yourself on him. “Can't lose you.”

“You won't. You're my best friend. And fuck if your pussy isn't the yummiest thing I've tasted. Can I continue Barbie?” He's smirking, his soft, quiet voice soothing as his finger slides back in, making you throb around it.

“Yes, please.” You cry out as he works a finger, hitting the little spot that you've not found yet, you see stars as his tongue ring is flicking your clit, and you're yanking his pigtails now, screaming out as he lazily pushes you over the edge.

He drinks you up, as a best friend of course, and you're grinding on his face, as a best friend.

“Ch-Choso! Best friend-ah- ever!”

Present day 

So you may have sucked his dick as a friend (well, well before you met Suguru of course) and he may have ate you out again, as a friend. Maybe a few times. But both of you never took it too far, and somehow you did stay friends, though of course things were a little different. You all never touched again after Suguru, you both had no problem just being friends again.

It was one of the things that made you think you could be poly with Suguru, being able to have fun but not have feelings exactly. But Suguru clearly had feelings for Shoko, and now you had feelings for Satoru, and all in a span of a couple days, you've been with two men at once, and you've had your heart crushed. But then… also there is blooming feelings for toxic, insane Satoru Gojo now.

Fuck.

When you met Suguru Geto, Choso hated him on sight, and you really weren't sure why. When Suguru asked you out, and you told him, as you always did, he's your best friend, he was tense. He'd been out smoking a cigarette as you'd both talked that night, and now his words make sense.

“Something not real about him, Barbie. And I want you to date, to be happy, I mean I'll miss tasting you-”

“Choso!”

He flicked his cigarette with black nails, smirking. “It'd never work with us Barbie. You're too pink.”

“And you're too emo. Gerard way of the modern era.”

“Just be careful. I can't place what it is. But if he hurts you, I'll kick his ass. Yeah?”

“Love you, Cho.” You kiss his cheek, and he hugs you with one arm.

“Love you, Barbie.”

“Promise he's a good guy. He makes me feel so beautiful and special.”

“Well good, you should. You are.” He taps your nose and pouts a bit.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just worried about you, Barbie. He seems experienced and you're not. You're younger too. Just take care of yourself with him.”

“That sounds so eerie to say, Cho.” He flicks his cigarette out, sighing and looking down at you.

“I hope I'm wrong.”

He wasn't wrong. Fuck he was so right, but he didn't even know one tenth of what was actually happening. Now he pinches your waist just a bit, giving you a soft smile before flipping a bottle in talented hands, to the oohs and ahhs of the ladies at the bar currently.

“How are you, Barbie? Everything okay?” He shouts over the loud music, blaring so loud it vibrates your body. You sigh, nodding. He frowns. “You’re lying.”

“I’ll talk about it later. Promise.” You put a hand on his strong shoulder, and he sighs too, nodding.

“You better.”

The shift is busy as fuck, brutal, as endless amount of drunk people come up and your wrist hurts from shaking drinks. You’re making bank though, many people are tipping, and certain men always tip well, chit chatting with you. You carry on as if everything is fine, brushing sweat from your brow and then luckily one of the girls who also works comes in.

“Take a break, love.” She says, and you smile gratefully. You step back to the break room, sliding exhausted into the chair there. Choso is in there before you know it, shutting the door behind him and sitting next to you.

“Hey Cho.” He smiles a bit, dark eyes taking in your exhaustion.

“Hey Barbie. Miss you. How's the boyfriend?”

“Ugh. That.” Choso blinks long black lashes at that, tilting his head curiously at you. “We’re done.”

“What? That’s so fast since you just said shit was perfect … you just said you loved this guy?”

You bury your face in your hands, grimacing. “He was so fake, like everything about him was some lie. Some game.”

“The poly stuff got confusing?”

“Shit, you could say that. So… okay we all played, I played with a guy too.” You’re blushing, and Choso smirks a little at you.

“Your body count is two now?”

“Oh gosh. Yeah.”

“You’re growing!”

“Hush.” You shove at him, giggling a bit at his wiggling brows. “Okay so he also brought a girl, but she’s his like high school/college love!?”

“What, why bring her then? That’s messy.”

“Yeah. And at about four am I heard them fucking.” Choso grimaces at that. “He was saying she was ‘the most perfect’ and he was supposed to be in bed with me.”

“Holy fuck, are you serious?”

“Mmhmm. So… well Cho, I fucked his best friend.”

Choso bursts into a throaty laughter, hand on his forehead as he studies you curiously. “What? My little Barbie is that savage?’

“Sure the fuck am. But I didn’t do it to get him back, it was… I don’t know, I really felt something with him. But, he’s kinda a psycho.”

“Is this the mean one? The asshole?” You nod, and he rolls his eyes, sinking his long body into the chair now. “You have shit taste, Barbie.”

“Hey, I sucked your cock you know. So.”

“Shit taste.”

You break out into laughter, and fuck it feels good, to talk to someone, after having been trapped in such an insane situation for the past forty-eight hours. Fuck your whole life has flipped upside down. Choso takes your hand then, brushing his rough thumbs gently on your knuckles, showing his support.

“What are you gonna do? Tell me you’re done with Suguru.”

“I’m done. You were right about-” The door opens then, and Suguru Geto walks in with the girl taking over for you. Choso stands, the chair screeching on the old wooden floorboards as he does, standing right in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Choso’s protecting you from Suguru’s view, and you tense as you hear Suguru’s voice, hearing the girl skirting away. She couldn't know you all broke up.

“You fucking her too?” Choso walks up to Suguru then, yanking him by his fancy shirt, big and broad as he stands next to him, damn near bigger than Suguru. You stand up now too, earning Suguru’s dark gaze, his smirk.

“I’ve never had sex with her, but if I were lucky enough to, I wouldn't cheat on her, wouldn’t down her. Who the fuck do you think you are?” Choso speaks through gritted teeth now, and Suguru frowns at that.

“I came to talk, I’m sorry. You’re clearly in love, huh?”

“I swear to God-”

“Cho, it’s okay. I’ll talk to him.” You come to put a gentle little hand on Choso’s strong back, he turns to you and softens instantly, shaking his head though.

“No. Can’t let you alone. Don’t trust him.” Suguru holds up his hands.

“Just came to talk. She’ll be all yours in a few minutes.” Choso lets him go, then looks back to you, his full lips tense in a thin line.

“I’m right here if you need me, Barbie.” He pats your head and you hug him, smiling gratefully, before he shoulder checks Suguru, shutting the door behind him quietly, despite his clear anger.

Now you’re left with him, with Suguru Geto.

His face is a little swollen in places, and there’s a cut on his lip, but relatively he escaped the fight okay. He puts his hands in his pockets, looking down at you then, and his expression is unreadable. You feel uncomfortable with his gaze, with being alone, but you don’t show it, you stand tall, shoulders back, chin notched up.

“What is it, Suguru?” You ask softly, and he takes a couple steps to you, until your feet are almost touching.

“I came to talk some sense into you. I know you’re hurt, but you’ve now hurt me as well, and I just want to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix.”

“So are you aware your best friend loves you?” You roll your eyes, you hear this a lot, no one can seem to understand the bond you both have.

“We are best friends.”

“Never did anything?”

“We did before I met you. Nothing since. Unlike you, I abided by all of your stupid rules you never followed.” Suguru glares now, and he’s even closer, until you can feel his breath on your skin. What once excited you now turns you off.

“Satoru is always going for what I want, this is no different. Do you really think he wants you?” Suguru’s intent is clear, and it hits its mark, you feel it like a punch to the gut, like the air is sucked out of you.

“What… does that mean?” You manage to ask, and he smirks then, caressing your cheek and filling you with nausea.

“Look at where you work, what you drive, where you live. Do you think that is acceptable to someone like Satoru? The Gojo clan is the richest family in Tokyo.” His words hit hard, but you just shove them down, you don’t even know Gojo yet, and you have to give him that chance.

“You’re just upset, and want to hurt me more.” You murmur, and he chuckles, but it doesn’t reach those exhausted eyes. “Go home, get some sleep. Have you slept?”

“No, I haven’t, I can’t get my mind off you.” He’s leaning in too close now, so you stop him with hands to his chest, he looks down at them with a raised brow.

“You should have sucked it up and cuddled. Wouldn’t be here, would we, if you could keep your word.”

“You’re a lot more unforgiving than I thought.”

“Am I, Suguru? I let the first time with Shoko go, the ignoring me part, the clearly lusting after her part. I let the night with Satoru go. It wasn’t until you directly ruined every rule you ever made that I finally left. I’d say I’m pretty forgiving.” His brows go lower over his eyes, as his fists clench at his sides.

“Should I not have stared at or enjoyed Shoko?”

“I didn’t say that-”

“You’re so narcissistic.” You snort in laughter at that.

“Me!? Me!” You can’t control the laughter, as you see he’s dead serious, projecting himself onto you as if that could work. “That’s rich, Suguru. Me, narcissistic, that’s such projection.”

“You so badly want to be the prettiest.” You shake your head, as his words try to stab at you, but you choke it down, stepping closer to him now.

“Not at all, but in a relationship you are supposed to feel that way, you are supposed to feel the most desired. It doesn’t mean other women aren’t beautiful, and I had no problem with the other girls and you. So you can say that all you want, but it’s false and you know it. Now, can you let me get to work?”

You go to push past him then, and he’s gripping your waist tightly, making you wince as his fingers dig in, and he’s looming over you, mouth on your ear. “Ah, was it the fact that I was too easy with you, too sweet? Did you need to be treated more like a slut like Satoru does?”

“Suguru, don’t… don’t please.” You whisper, and he chuckles, wrapping one arm around your waist and pinning your back on him.

“You’ll see Satoru isn’t loyal, that he doesn’t even care for you like that. You’re just a game to him.”

“Like I was to you!?” You bite out, scowling back up at him. Suguru’s hand grips your breast, as he pins your arms down with that arm.

“I did have feelings for you, even if it didn’t start that way.”

“You finally admit it. Let me go.”

“I admit it started that way, but then I did truly have feelings. And look how quickly you drop it all for Satoru? And I bet you’re fucking your friend. And I’d still want you, even so.”

“I’m not! And I don’t want you to want me. I want you to go.” You struggle in his hold now, and he’s nipping at your ear, tickling it in the worst way, as you keep wriggling until he’s moaning softly, making you freeze.

“When Satoru’s bored of you, when he finds someone prettier, skinnier, taller, richer than you…” You freeze completely, feeling tears start to gather in your eyes now, as he tries to hurt you, as he knows where. “He’ll leave so quickly. And then I won’t take you back, you’ll be too damaged then.”

Now you’re sobbing, as he hits every insecurity you have, as you feel the room enclosing on you, and he lets you go, but you don’t move, you can’t move. Stuck by all the memories, of your parents leaving you so young, of being a loner in school, finally getting popular but never being wealthy in a rich city, never really fitting in. Of finally feeling loved by the man behind you.

The man who wrecks it all.

He exhales, as he realizes what he’s done, and his hands slide down your body slowly. “I love your body, I love your face, I don’t care what you make. Just three days ago he told you you’re not up to caliber. What’s changed? Nothing, you’re still not, and you won’t ever be.”

You continue sobbing softly, as he cooes at you, as Suguru Geto thrives off making you feel small, pathetic, and it works.

Were you good enough for Gojo?

Were you good enough for anyone?

“Oh Princess, even though you’ve been a little whore, I’ll gladly take you back, I know it’s just because I hurt you.” He slinks around you, and you’re immobilized by your pain. He smirks at the tears in your eyes. “I wonder if his cum is still slipping out, bet you liked it, didn’t you?”

“Suguru… I’m sorry for that, but- ah!” He’s slid his hand up your skirt then, roughly yanking your panties to the side, and you panic then, trying to back away, only for him to pull you in a tight grip, slipping a thick finger inside you. “Don’t!”

“Ah, you’re always wet, aren’t you? A slut hmm? Maybe I should fuck his cum out of you, put my own in there.” You wriggle frantically then, as the thoughts of him doing this hit you, no he isn’t like that is he?

No way.

“Please stop. I know you’re mad, but stop. Or I’ll tell Satoru.” Suguru scowls then, letting you go, wiping your essence off on your own skirt then.

“Tell him what? Hmm?”

“That you’re touching me when I said no. Leave, now, go get sleep and try to be… less of a piece of shit.” You tremble everywhere as you speak, shoving at him, then Choso walks back in, and Suguru’s mood changes, his eyes change, his lips… then you realize it.

He plays people.

To hide himself.

“Ah, guess our talk is over, Princess.” He brushes your hair back, making you smack at his hand, and then he turns to face a furious Choso, though he didn’t know what happened, he was right here, and Suguru just looks at you. “You’ve got like three guys after you, huh?”

“I don’t fucking like you.” Choso says, plain as day, and you smile a bit at that, tremulously.

“I can tell. Bye Princess. See you soon.” At that Suguru saunters out, and you nearly collapse, if not for Choso grabbing you.

“What happened? Please tell me. I’ll kill him if he-”

“Could you just hug me?” You whisper, and he gulps, nodding, wrapping you in his warm embrace, as you start to break out in tears.

What just fucking happened?

What had he…

“Please tell me, please. I’ll protect you.” Choso murmurs, and you hear the emotion in his voice. “You’ll always be my best friend, no matter what. Let me take care of you.”

“Oh, Cho… I… I…” You can’t speak, you can’t function, as he pats your back, and you don’t know if you can tell your best friend, you don’t know if you can tell anyone, you don’t even know if you’re good enough.

Did you deserve that?

“Barbie… please talk. Let me take you home?”

“Um… yes. Please.” Choso leaves for a moment, to gather both of your things and tell the boss, and your mind is blank, your heart is shattered, you can’t even compute what Suguru had just done. How he’d touched you. The cruel things he had said to you.

The horrible way they make you feel.

Your phone buzzes on the table, and with shaky hands you pick it up. You see it’s Satoru, and you exhale, at least it was not Suguru, but how could you tell him, would you even tell him, should you? Crush his hopes about his best friend, who had just touched you when you’d said not to.

Toru: Everything okay tonight? Miss telling you I hate you.

You manage a watery smile at that.

You: Bad night. I’m heading home early. I’ll talk tomorrow.

Toru: Do you need to come here?

You: No. I’m okay.

Toru: Fuck will you tell me you get home safe? So that I know I can tell you I hate you tomorrow?

Does Satoru care? You think so.

You: Yes, I will.

You set the phone down, and soon Choso is taking you home, quiet, giving you space, and you’re looking out the window, your hand hanging out gently, feeling the air pour between your fingers. You knew Suguru was just angry, but him touching you like that made you feel disgusting, and you can’t wait to wash it off.

How could you ever be with Satoru?

How, if that is his best friend? 

Would he leave you alone?

“Barbie… you can tell me anything you know.” Choso says, and you lean close to him, head on his shoulder for a moment.

“Thank you, Cho. Can I rest a minute?” He nods, and you do just that, for just a moment you shut your eyes, as the car zips through the street, as the wind blows through.

Could you tell him?

Could you tell anyone?

Suguru’s words won’t stop ringing in your head.

How would any of this be okay?

This was a rough one!!!! <3

Ao3: (I think it's back up lol)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148138651

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, stalking, trauma, heavy angst, blow jobs, deep throating, overstim, face smacking, breeding kink, cunnilungus, PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. Toxic relationship

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 11.5k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 5 - Masterlist (playlist there now too)

Chapter 6

Satoru's POV

Satoru can’t stand not hearing from you. After you telling him you had a bad night, you never wrote him at all, and he’s pacing back and forth in his office, losing his fucking mind. He’s wrecking his usually perfect hair as the clock ticks along the wall, maddening, as he keeps checking his phone.

Tick Tick Tick.

Satoru should call you, but could he? He’d never tried to be with a woman, they’ve just thrown themselves at him for as long as he can remember. You all aren’t together, no, but you brought up a date, and fuck if the thought of that didn’t drive him insane, to think he’d be lucky enough to date you. Sure, he fucked you, but to be with you…

The thought of it has him salivating for you, as he stares at the one picture he’d stolen, fuck why can’t he have a picture of you, why hasn’t he asked? Satoru is afraid, that’s why. He’s so scared to reveal his true self to you, to only be rejected, though you seem so far to absolutely take anything he’s given, and he’s given you the worst side of him.

You didn’t seem to be aware you were too good for him.

He has to work in an office next to Suguru, knowing he did that to you. Yes, he’d been friends with Suguru forever, but he’d been dark, he’d been off right before he met you. Satoru thought you were bringing him light, and that was why he absolutely could not have done anything to you, but it was all because he wanted to hurt Satoru.

Even dangling you in front of him for the threesome, his eyes had been so amused as he’d watched Satoru. As he watched him knowing he took you first, and not just ‘first’ but literally took your first time from you. The way you had looked, so shattered, had made him want to do far more than beat his fucking friend up, oh so much more.

Knock Knock Knock.

Satoru puts up his phone, he’d been zoomed in on your pretty face, imagining himself caressing it so sweetly, imagining letting go. He sighs, sitting in his chair now, dreading whoever it may be. He certainly didn’t wanna see Suguru, he’d avoided him all morning.

“Come in.” He says, throwing his feet up on his big wood desk, his shoes glinting in the office light.

His assistant walks in, the one he used to fuck until… well until he fucked you, actually, so he’d fucked her just last week. But she’s disgusting to him now, even though she’s a pretty girl, he guesses. He’d thought of you every time he’d fucked her, to the point he’d have your picture up and sneak looks as he was inside her, pumping with a condom, so that he could cum.

“Yes, what do you need, Manami?” He asks casually, and she smiles a bit, curving up at the corner of her lips, shutting the door behind her.

“I should ask what you need, Mr. Gojo?” She saunters up, she’s wearing a tight purple dress, her hair sleek and flowing down her shoulders, as she comes to sit right on Satoru’s desk.

“I’m good. If that’s all?” He says arrogantly, raising a brow, and her eyes narrow a bit as she looks at him, before she runs a hand on his shoulder, making him tense.

“It’s been a week, I figured you’d like some…” She slides her manicured hand down his chest now. She has sleek red nails, nothing like your stupid glittery pink, she’s womanly, not girly like you and…

She disgusts him.

“Some… ‘what’? Coffee? Sure, go make some.” He takes her hand off, as the only hand he wants touching him is yours, even if it’s a goddamn dream currently.

“Mr. Gojo, have I done something wrong?” She asks then, and maybe Satoru should care, but you’re the only one he really feels like trying to be nice to.

“Nah, just not interested.” He taps his fingers on his stomach, and she spreads her legs wide then, elegant red bottom heels on either arm of his chair, not silly girlie shoes like you, no she had class.

It was a turn off.

He likes your stupid platforms, he likes your mary janes, he likes those doc martens you look like you’ve had your whole life, all beat up. Fuck Satoru finds so much about you attractive, his eyes shut for just a moment as he pictures you on his desk, in some pleated preppy skirt, spread wide. And fuck if it doesn’t make him stupidly hard in his pants.

“Maybe go see Suguru. He’s probably down.” Satoru says, opening his eyes to close her legs then, and she’s now got her lip trembling, making Gojo annoyed. He rolls his blue eyes, now she’s irritating him with this. “It was just dick, calm down.”

“Just dick? It was the best I’ve ever had!” Gojo smirks then, shrugging, patting her thighs now.

“I know, I’m the best. Be happy you got any from me. Take it as a win, mmkay?” He helps her down off his desk, only for her to lean forward, pressing a kiss against his lips, her hand sliding to find where he’s rock hard, from thoughts of you.

“Sure you don’t want me? I’ll just suck it, please Mr. Gojo.” She begs, stroking him then, and sure that feels good, sure he could get off, but it’s not you.

Fuck he hates you.

Why do you have to ruin everything he’s ever done, ruin his life, ruin his thoughts? When you just got fucked by Sugu the other day, but you’re done with that, and damned if Satoru would not be done himself. Honestly though, he doesn’t want this girl, he doesn’t want anyone but you.

She’s dropping to her knees, and Satoru hates you more then, because how were you making him so pathetic he’s turning down a blow job!? Not even dating you at all. What the fuck were you making him into, with your perfect little giggles, with your beautiful eyes filled with tears, with the body women paid to have, but you just have it and hate it.

He wants to make you love it.

“Get up, jesus fuck.” He grumbles, backing away, as she’s trying to unzip him. “Like consent is cool yeah? I said no thanks.”

“I didn’t know if you were like… being kinky?” She’s still on her knees, it’s kind of awkward to be honest.

He can’t stop his laugh, nor does he really want to.“Not kinky, just don’t-” The door opens then, and Suguru is standing there, Manami is slowly getting up, using the desk to pull herself, and Suguru’s dark eyes light up then, as he smirks and looks at Gojo and Manami.

“Lock the door when you get bjs, Satoru.” He says, taking out his phone then, acting casual.

“Not getting one. Don’t want one from her. No offense.” She’s bright red, and she’s turning, stomping out of the room and slamming the door, as Suguru is texting. Satoru narrows his eyes at his friend. “What the fuck you doing?”

“Mmm, thinking of letting your new girl know.” Satoru glares then, walking up to Suguru and slamming him against the wall.

“Let her know what? First off, we’re not together yet, but second off? I don’t fucking want anyone but her. You’re so stupid, had the prettiest girl there is and you let her fuck me.”

“Exactly, I let her fuck you. After my cock was inside of her first. How’d that feel, Satoru?” Satoru punches him right in the ribs then, making Suguru cough and bend over.

“How’s it feel she got a taste of me and forgot about you completely, huh?” Satoru asks with a smirk, blue eyes glinting, and Suguru scowls now. “Shoko turned you down, yeah? Good for her.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Satoru laughs as he watches real emotion in Suguru’s eyes, now he’s shoving Satoru in the blue office wall, so hard books are falling off the shelves now.

“Aw, buddy, I’m sorry, but she never fucking liked you like that. She doesn’t like any guy like that, idiot. She probably liked her more-”

“Keep Shoko’s name out of your goddamn mouth. Worry about your stupid little slut now, and how easy she’ll be gone.” Satoru scowls at the disrespectful words he calls you, yanking him by his collar.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Suguru.”

“Like you don’t call her that? Like she’s not? Had no problem with both of us eating her out did she?”

“She isn’t a slut, you are, Suguru. Cheated on her like it was nothing, did Shoko even know you had rules?” Suguru looks down then, seemingly resigned for one moment, but Satoru doesn’t buy his shit anymore. “Ah, she didn’t know. Maybe I should let her-”

“Don’t fucking talk to her!” He shoves at Satoru again, and Satoru sees right through him now.

“I never wanted Shoko, and she didn’t want me, jesus christ. Get the fuck over it, how many years will you drag this out? I’ve apologized so many times.”

“You didn’t care when you did it, when you told me years later, as if it were some funny fucking story.”

“So take it out on me, why her!?”

“Because you don’t fucking care about yourself, do you Satoru?” Suguru’s words stab Satoru in the heart, and Satoru gets even more infuriated, the room closing in on him. The walls were closer, closer, until he felt almost like he could faint from the pain, from the breathless agony.

“I wonder what Shoko thinks, she’s not the girl to have let another girl be hurt so badly. Does she know what you did to her? How you went against every rule-”

“She knows she got upset because of a misunderstanding. That’s all you need to know.” Suguru shoves Satoru's chest now.

Satoru smiles as he puts it together. “So Shoko won’t answer your calls because you’re a piece of shit now, and now you lost your little toy and the high school crush? You’re like a spoiled little child.”

“Says you, fucking idiot. You know… she’s totally fucking her friend, yeah? Or she will be. Walked in on them holding hands last night. Looks like she’ll be passed around and around. I mean, she’s definitely an elite fuck, that’s for-” Suguru’s words are cut off as Satoru’s pulse races so much his whole body feels numb.

“What?” Satoru demands through gritted teeth, and Suguru’s smirk is back, split lip and all.

“Choso, goth bartender. Bet he’s with her now. Ah, he’s so clearly in love with her-”

“What do you mean you saw her!?”

“Oh… that’s what you mean. Well, thought I’d talk.”

Satoru’s hand is tight around Suguru’s neck now, his eyes turning serious, a storm of bright blue. “If you hurt her in any way, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Hurt her? No, I’m not as rough with sex as you, Satoru. I liked to take my time with her, you know, make love. Not as barbaric.” Suguru pats Satoru’s cheek then, and Satoru can’t control the rage in his body.

“It doesn’t matter how ‘sweet’ you were if you took her virginity like that. It’s fucking wrong, Suguru what has happened to you, it’s like I don’t know you!” Satoru feels emotions well up, as who he thought was the best goddamn person he knew could be so careless, so cruel.

“Satoru you act like a virgin is new. How many have you had? I’ve had plenty, no not a twenty four year old one. Kinda thought she was lying till…”

“Don’t, I swear. I can’t fucking take it.” He turns, his head pounding with images, of you so trusting and sweet under Suguru Geto, who had so much experience, older than you, playing you.

“It didn’t hurt her, you big baby-”

“You did. Mentally. Emotionally. How can you have acted so mad at me for comments when you did all that?”

“Well, I thought what better way to have you get a taste of what you were missing out on. Best friend.” Suguru says mockingly, and Satoru’s fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Anyway, she clearly still wants me, she was so wet, Satoru. Well, you know how wet she gets now.”

He better not have touched you.

He better not have fucking…

Why didn’t you answer? What happened to make your day bad?

Did he…

“What the fuck did you do? You better tell me before I find out.” Suguru chuckles a bit, brushing himself off as he backs away so casually.

“Oh I just gave her a little of what she wanted, you didn’t seem to respect my relationship with her, so don’t expect me to.” Satoru’s chest tightens painfully, he’s so afraid that he’s caused you pain that he can’t take it. He also can’t stand the thought of Suguru touching you…

Suguru wasn’t like that, was he?

Was he?

Did he even know Suguru anymore…

“Enjoy the pretty Princess for now.” He pats Satoru on the shoulder with a smirk. “Especially since I sent her a photo of you just now.”

“You what?”

“Your serve, Satoru.” Suguru saunters the fuck out, and Gojo cannot keep himself together, he’s ripping apart at the seams, he then exhales when he sees you pop up on his phone. He swipes up with shaky hands.

Short Stuff: I’m sorry I didn’t write last night, Toru.

Satoru: Suguru write to you?

Satoru is wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, his gold watch scraping against his overheated skin. He is so afraid to not even get a fucking chance with you.

Short Stuff: Yes.

He sighs, covering his face in his hands.

Short Stuff: I don’t believe him.

What!?

Satoru: I need to see you, now.

Short Stuff: Need my address?

Satoru: I've been there.

Short Stuff: What!!!

Satoru: Heading over.

***

You really think Satoru hasn't been in front of your house? You think he hasn’t watched you so many fucking times? Watch as you shimmy out of your ugly little beetle into your little home. It’s small, but he notices it’s yours, all yours, no roommates, no little apartment, you seem to have bought this yourself. You take good care of that little yard, wearing those shorts…

Fuck those white cut off shorts, that show way too much ass.

You really shouldn’t show off what’s his that much, but then, you’re not just his… yet, at least. Plus he enjoys watching you every now and then, especially when he’s leaving work, before you’d go see Suguru, there was this bit of peace watching you water all your succulents. Watch the sun kiss perfect skin, watch the way your ass looked when bent over at the waist.

He sometimes would watch after your work, not long no, Satoru has a life, but long enough to make sure no psycho got in there with you. You were so pretty and so many guys hit on you, he worried one would stalk you, follow you. He tried not to do it too often, but he just couldn’t help worrying.

Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up, but that’s what you do to him.

Your pretty face wrecks every rational thought Satoru ever had.

Now he’s right in front of your house, and he sees there is another car there instead of yours. He frowns a bit, growing even more worried as he walks up and knocks on the door. It’s not you who answers, it’s that tall goth bartender you work with, he’d be worried if he was less of a man, but he can tell that you all are friends, he’s seen you both interact at the bar.

How many nights had he wished he could have said hi?

And now…

The guy in front of him crosses his arms, until you peek out from around him, smiling just a bit, but your eyes are puffy, and you look fucking exhausted. You’re wearing pajamas and it’s about four in the afternoon, along with fuzzy pink slippers and your hair is in a messy bun.

“Satoru, that was quick… Choso he’s fine, let him in.” You tap his shoulder, Choso his name was, hadn’t Suguru said that? And Choso nods, moving so you can come inside.

He’s not seen inside your home, it’s cozy and full of various knick knacks, it’s not messy but it’s not spotless. It’s lived in and comfortable, though Satoru thinks it’s way too small for you, but every part that he sees is you. Every little painting on the walls, which are old wood walls that he hadn’t seen in ages, along with stacks of notebooks on your little coffee table.

You write, that’s your passion you said. Your eyes lit up when you spoke about it.

Satoru will just buy you a bookstore or something, so you can be safe, he’ll just make sure you have no bills, so you don’t have to bartend. You can just live with him, live your damn dream, you don’t need to work ever. Also, this place is too small, not good enough, he needs to make sure you have better.

You take his hand tentatively, like you’re afraid of his reaction, looking up at him with tired eyes, and Satoru’s heart breaks at the sight. “It’s a little messy, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect company. And Choso is used to it.”

“She really sucks at cleaning.” Choso playfully pushes you a bit, and you’re smiling the tiniest bit finally.

“I try!”

“What happened?” Satoru asks gruffly, and you sigh, looking down, those lashes casting shadows, he can see you’ve scrubbed yourself clean, you’re completely bare faced and look so smooth.

“Maybe you should tell him what happened.” Choso says behind Satoru, he looks over at him, with knowing eyes. “Choso, by the way.”

“Satoru. You… took care of her last night?” Satoru asks softly, and Choso nods, yawning.

“I did, even thought I wanted to just fucking kill your friend, but Barbie wouldn’t let me leave.” He ruffles that bun in your hair, kissing your head then, and you sigh, hugging him.

Satoru should be furious, but something about your connection doesn’t worry him. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

You and Choso stare up at Satoru in shock, and who can blame you. “Thought you said he was kinda a dick, Barbie?” Choso’s violet gaze looks right at you, and you flush so prettily then.

“I am.” Satoru says, earning a soft giggle from you and a smirk from Choso. “A huge dick actually.”

“Well, I like you a lot better than your friend.” Choso’s fists are clenching, opening and closing as he sighs.

“Yeah, well I hate him too. Can we talk?” Satoru asks you, and you nod then, looking at Choso.

“You okay with him, Barbie?” Barbie huh? Well it fits you, you’re even shaped like one, in those pink pjs.

“Yeah, Cho. Go get sleep please, I know my couch is not comfy.” You say, looking down at the well worn tan leather couch of yours.

“I’m fine.” He cracks his neck though, and Satoru starts to put it together, clearly this man held you as you sobbed all night.

What the fuck happend.

“No, go home and sleep. I’ll text you later.” You kiss his cheek, your sweet lips look so soft that Satoru aches, and Choso sighs, hugging you to him.

“Love you, Barbie.”

“Love you, Cho.”

Choso holds his hand to Satoru now, covered in tattoos and black rings, and Satoru takes it as he tilts his head, studying Satoru. “Don’t be a dick to her. I’m going to catch a charge when I meet your friend again, but you seem… to care. Just…”

“I won’t hurt her, I never would.” Satoru says, and Choso nods, walking out then, and shutting the door behind him, leaving you both alone.

You’re nervously playing with your hands in front of your lap, and Satoru is inhaling your sweet fucking scent, as he looks how tiny and small you look, how forlorn and sad. He wants to hold you, but he doesn’t want to scare you, and he also wants to slam his lips on yours, he wants to make love to you, he wants…

Everything. Satoru wants everything, all of you.

You tentatively walk up to him, and he takes a step closer, then you step even closer, until you’re right in front of him, until he feels your body heat. Satoru gently takes your shoulders in his hands, sliding down to your arms, and you gasp a bit, your hands on his chest. Satoru’s heart is racing, his hands now sliding to your little waist, his grip tightening.

“How do you know where I live, Toru?” You whisper, making him smirk just a bit, as he brings you against him.

“You really wanna know?”

“Fuck, maybe not.” You rest your head on his chest, exhaling, and he pulls you even tighter, wanting to feel you, every bit of you. “I meant to text back. I just had a rough night.”

“What happened? Tell me everything, I’ll fix it, I’ll make it go away, I swear to God I will. I’ll do anything.”

You look up at him in surprise, but then he watches it shift to emotion, to fright now. “I don’t know how to say it…”

“Tell me. Did he fucking touch you!?” He demands, shaking you now, his grip on your delicate flesh bruising. You blink away a fresh set of tears, gasping just a bit, as you hold onto him tightly.

“Did I deserve it?” You whisper, and that’s the moment you shatter Satoru Gojo’s fucking heart. When he sees you dejected, when he sees you in your head, when he sees you so small and crumbling.

“No. No. No. You deserve everything. Do you not fucking see it?” He’s shaking you again, but you’re stiff, you’re opening and closing your mouth, as if you can’t say it, as if it would make it real.

What did he do to you?

What had Suguru become?

“Tell me. Now.” He says tersely, and you back away a bit, turning around and walking to your couch, grabbing a puffy butterfly plush and snuggling it to your chest, burying your face in it.

“I c-can’t. I can’t.” You’re sobbing, in a little ball, and Satoru leans over you causing you to look at him with watery eyes.

“You need to tell me. You need to. Did he touch you? Tell me.” You’re sniffling now, and finally Satoru can’t handle it, he’s grabbing your pretty face in his hands, glaring down at you. “Did he!?”

“Yes, but… not… didn’t rape me or…”

“He fucking touched you!” You’re tense, leaning back, fuck he’s scaring you, but he’s so furious he can’t think, he wants to fucking kill Suguru Geto.

He wants to end him.

He wants to cut his fucking hands off.

“Where?” He kneels now, pulling you out of that ball, and taking away your stuffie, putting it to the side, his hands on your thighs as you sit there criss cross. Your legs are trembling, as tears fall.

“Um… he… only for a… will you be mad at me!? I…”

“Stop it, fucking stop it, you’re being so fucking stupid.” He’s pulling you to him now, and your lips are a trembling mess right in front of him, your eyes locking onto his own. “You need to tell me, I have to know what he did. Where?”

You just look down at your lap, and his hands grip your hair so tight you cry out, as he realizes your intent. “Satoru, he just touched it, he was just so angry at me, that you came inside me. It’s on me…”

“No, no, no. No.” He’s standing now, and you stare up at him, as he turns to leave, to kill his ‘best friend’.

“Satoru, please stay. Please.” You come to cling to his waist, and he’s on edge, he’s so furious he can’t take it. “I need someone. I’m sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for nothing!?” He has you pressed against the front door, his hands around your delicate wrists, and your chest is heaving as you look up at him. “I’ll be back after I cut his goddamn hands off.”

“Satoru, don’t, please. You’ll just get in trouble because of me.”

Satoru growls, bending low as he looks at your beautiful face, just a breath away, you smell and taste so goddamn sweet even now, you’re so heartbreakingly beautiful, even looking a mess, you take his breath, you shatter his heart. You’re trying to care for him, even now, trying to explain away what Suguru has done. It makes him furious, why can’t you see what you’re worth!?

If you were you wouldn’t even talk to him, would you…

You make him feel he could be worth more.

Enough for you.

“He touched you. He doesn’t get to fucking do that anymore. He should have never been able to, so I’ll make sure he can’t again.” You’re panting now, as he’s squeezing your wrists hard, he eases back as he realizes, rubbing the little thin veins on your soft inner skin. You’re shaking in his hold, tears falling from your lashes in little droplets.

Satoru can’t breathe.

“He just wanted to fuck with me, I don’t think he’d-”

“How do you know? It’s like I don’t know him at all.” Satoru feels his own emotions welling up, and you have the audacity to press forward, to free your hands and run up his face, bringing him down to face you. “Let me go. I swear to god. You’re so small I’ll throw you out of my goddamn way if you don’t move.”

“I need to forget. Now. Please.” You whisper, Satoru exhales, closing his eyes against your perfect touch. “I need you here.”

“You think I don’t want to pump your pretty cunt full?” You suck in a breath, and your eyes glaze over, mirroring his own desire. “I need to take care of him first, then I’ll come back and fuck you till you forget.” He’s grabbing on your hips, pressing you further into that door, overheating when you’re rolling your hips up against him.

“Satoru you’ll make things awful, you work with him, you-”

“I don’t care about anything but you, it can all blow the fuck up.” He slams his lips down on yours then, and you reach up to cling around his neck, sweaty little palms feeling far better than any touch he’d ever had.

“Thought you hated me.” You whisper, he groans, as your lips are so fucking close that he tastes you.

“I do hate you.”

“I want this to work. I want you, Satoru.” You whisper up at him pleadingly, and you are his undoing.

He’ll kill Suguru in his sleep later.

For now, your breasts, lush and full, are pressed on his chest, and he can’t even function, not when his hard cock is screaming to claim you, not when your soft lips are pressing along his throat. He groans, leaning his head on the door right next to you, before punching it and making you tense, lips parted as you look up.

“He can’t touch you. He can’t. You’re mine. Mine.” You kiss him then, and Satoru loses all his senses, except for rage and lust, and you’re clinging to him desperately, as he drinks up your salty little tears. “Why couldn’t I have talked to you?” He huffs those words desperately.

“I wish I noticed you. How could I not have seen you?” You whisper now, your voice breaking, as you are caressing his face with your shaky hands, and Satoru’s throat constricts with his emotion, forcing him to swallow. “I won’t ruin your life with this, Toru.”

“Ruin my life. Ruin it. Just like I’ll fucking ruin yours.” He says then, and you cling to his shirt tightly, your lower lip trembling, and he’d give you anything you want when you look at him like that.

“Ruin me then.”

Fuck what you do to him.

“I already did. Look if I never brought you up-”

“Shut the fuck up. Stop it. Stop blaming yourself.” You plead, and those eyes he’s drowning in are a myriad of emotions. Your hands run up and down his abdomen, making every bit tremble, as he aches with his desire for you. “How were you wrong for telling your friend you thought I was pretty?”

“Not pretty. Not pretty.” He’s gripping your face so tightly you wince, as he craves to fuck into you then and there, right on your door. It takes all his control not to slide your pajama shorts to the side and shove his cock in that tight wetness he’d do anything to feel. “I didn’t say pretty.”

You frown a bit then, looking down. “I didn’t mean to presume-”

“I said you were so beautiful I couldn’t even fucking speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. Pretty isn’t enough.” You’re a mess now, his thigh is between yours, and you’re grinding on him, helpless for him. Fuck how are you helpless as he is, how can you be real?

“Satoru, thank you. Thank you for making me feel that way.” You whisper, making him scowl down at you.

“I don’t make you feel that way, I just say I hate you. I just keep it all in so you don’t destroy me completely.”

“The worst thing about last night wasn’t even him fingering me-”

“He stuck a fucking finger in you!?” He’s even angrier now, and you are well past caring now, you don’t care that he’s gripping you so tight he could crush your skull in his big hands. You don’t care that he’s scowling, that he’s breathing fire damn near, you just look up at him lovingly.

How can you!?

“The worst part was that Suguru said you’ll find someone prettier, that you’ll find someone better. That I’m not good enough.” You’re choking on your sobs, as Satoru’s rage grows exponentially, his brows low over his eyes with anger.

“There is no one else. There’s been no one else.” He’s slamming your pretty lips again with his own, kissing you over and over, and he drinks in your sighs, as he drinks in you. “Had to stare at a picture of you to fuck someone before I even got to taste you, think I’m wanting anyone?”

“Satoru… how’d you get a picture of me?” You mumble, and he just grins, pulling back and yanking that ponytail, taking your messy hair and gripping it in his big hands, pulling your head back. You’re soaking his thigh, with your sweet little sounds, with your eyes so full of tears still.

“Baby there’s a lot you don’t wanna know. You wanna talk about all of it, or want me to make you cum over…” He presses his hands on your breasts, cupping them, whispering against your lips. “And over…” He pinches your perky nipples, and you cling to him, desperate, almost as desperate as Satoru himself. “And over.”

Now he’s biting your neck, fuck you taste so good he can’t take it, you consume him entirely, he feels your pulse thrumming so quick like a little hummingbird. He feels your gasp, as he clings to your perfect body, so small in his big hands, feels you melting for him, feels your knees weakening.

Satoru cannot function or focus on anything aside from wanting to please you, to make you his entirely, and he will in every fucking way possible. He’s still enraged, he’s still infuriated, but he’s also going to give you anything you want, he’s too weak when it comes to you.

He’ll have to kill Suguru after he’s pumped you full of cum.

“Fuck it, I don’t wanna know right now. Just fuck me, please Toru. Please.” You beg now, and he’s groaning, picking you up in his arms easily, desperate for you, your legs eagerly wrap around his hips, your heat pressed against his cock, and he can hardly control himself, shaking as he holds you.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you baby, but you need to say it. That you’re mine, only mine. No one else gets to have you, do you understand? Do you!?” He is desperate as he looks at you, and you just nod, emotional, as he’s carrying you straight to your little room, yeah Satoru looked up the layout, don’t worry about that though. You only had a master and a guest room, it was easy.

“How do you know where my room is? I-”

“No getting fucked if you can’t shut that pretty mouth up.” He’s got you on your little bed then, and your eyes go wide, lips parting as he sinks on top of you, he’s longer than your entire bed, which he notices is covered in pink silk. He’ll mention he hates that later, right now he needs to taste you. “Say it.”

“I’ll be yours, Satoru Gojo. Yours.” You speak those words so goddamn sincere, with your perfect lips.

His chest tightens.

His heart constricts.

“You don’t understand.” He whispers, leaning up on long arms as he looms over you. “I mean mine. Mine. Only me. Can only be me in your head, in your thoughts, in your fucking mind. Got me? He can never fucking enter it again.”

“It’s only you in there already.” You whisper, blinking rapidly, tears hot and sticky now, and he feels like he’s going to fucking burst with the need to claim you, to make you scream his name, to make you cum until you forget Suguru completely.

Satoru can’t stand that he saw you like this.

Under him.

A virgin, innocent, young… and he did that to you.

He needs to make you both forget.

Don’t worry, he knows just how to.

“Good. That’s what I want to hear. That’s what I need to hear, baby. You’re mine, my good little girl.” He watches your eyes blow out at his words, watches the already intense desire grow as you’re under him.

“Good girl, fuck.” You whisper now, and he smiles a bit, not a smirk or a grin, no your cute little whimper makes him smile genuinely, even as you rip him apart with your perfection. Satoru has been so goddamn harsh with you, that you’re disintegrating at a couple words.

“Yes, you are a good girl right now. Now let’s get you naked and see what we can do about those sad eyes, yeah?” You nod, letting him pull your shirt over your head, revealing those perfect tits, and he groans, eyes locked on them as he runs his thumb over your nipples, watching them peak even more. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh Satoru… thank you.” You whisper, gasping and leaning your head back, your face red with emotion, as he leans down to kiss you, to taste you, to claim you. You reach for his cock, but he slams your hand up, shaking his head.

“Let me show you, let me show you how I’ll treat you, if you’ll be only mine.” Your gaze is lidded now, and you eagerly nod, biting that full lower lip with white teeth, your brows together as you’re arching for more of him.

“Please show me, Toru. Please.” You whisper, and your whisper is like a fucking caress to his ears.

Satoru's hands are shaking as he slides down your pajama shorts, revealing your already wet pussy, and he’s lost for words. You’re so beautiful he can’t even describe it. He leans down, kissing your stomach, and you moan so sexy, arching into his touch. His tongue traces the line of your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your center, making you squirm under him.

“Please, Satoru, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.” Your voice is so needy, and it’s all he can take. He needs to feel you, to claim you, to make you his. He slides down, his tongue flicking over your clit, making you gasp, your hands in his hair as he devours you. You’re so sweet, so perfect, and he can’t get enough.

“You can fucking wait, I am taking my time. Got it brat?” He scowls up at you, only serving to apparently further excite you, as more of your arousal seeps out of your puffy lips, drooling out of your tiny hole as he spreads you wide.

“Y-yes, Toru.”

He bites the fuck out of your thigh now, and you cry out, as he sucks on it, leaving a giant red spot glistening. “Say that better.”

“Are you trying to make love or be kinky!? Crazy fucking-ow!” You’ve earned a smack on your perfect cunt now, and you hiss, jerking at that.

“Don’t worry that pretty head about figuring me out, baby, not yet, maybe never. Now, I said to say that better.”

“Yes, Sir?”

You end him now, as those words slip out of your lips, tentative and afraid, as you look down at the man between your legs. And you should be afraid, because you’re Satoru’s now, and he won’t let you go.

“Good girl.” He cooes again, watching your pretty face as you melt for him. Satoru’s tongue circles around your clit, as he slides two fingers into your wetness, feeling how tight you are around him, how you clench around his digits. He’s going to stretch you, fill you, make you cum until you can’t take it anymore.

You’re moaning his name, your hips bucking against his mouth, and he loves it, he craves it.  “Satoru! Ah!” You cry out, your hands are entwined in his hair, as your hips buck up and he tastes you.

Fuck you taste so good.

“Mine, say it.”

Your POV

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as his tongue is working on you so goddamn good you can’t function. You struggle as you grasp his silky white hair, as a million questions should be swirling in your fucking mind, but there is nothing but how much you want him. Fuck you want him so much, no you crave him, no you need him.

You can feel his passion, his desperation, his need to claim you, to erase the memory of Suguru’s touch. And fuck if you’re not gonna give in, to let him take you, to let him consume you, to make everything else disappear. You are dying to feel every bit of his touch, every bit of his tongue, as it slowly circles your engorged little clit, and you’re screaming now.

“My name, say it. Say it.” He murmurs, blowing on your clit now, and pleasure is shooting through your stomach, making it clench.

“Satoru. Satoru. Satoru!” He’s humming on your clit with his moan now, his huge hands gripping your thighs as he drinks you. “Satoru…”

“Mmm…” He leans up for a moment, moaning as his brilliant blue eyes stare up at you, and fuck if you aren’t sucked in. “Your pussy is perfect.” He whispers, and you’re falling apart when he slides those two long fingers in your cunt again, pumping in and out, and then watching you, he’s just watching you, fuck he’s praising you!?

“In me, please Toru.” You beg, hips bucking up. “I’m close, please.”

“Oh baby, you're too impatient. No.” He pulls you by the fat of your ass, pressing those fingers up and hitting that spot that fucking blinds you. “You think you tell me what to do, huh?”

“I’m… not telling… I’m begging, fuck!” You cry out as he’s relentless, and you’re about to shatter, as he smirks up at you so goddamn sexy.

“Cum on m'face and let me drink you up. I want to taste you all fucking day, so I can lick my lips and have you on them.”

“Oh my-mnh!”

His words, his fingers, his mouth as he sucks on your little clit then, it fucking breaks you apart, piece by piece, the orgasm shredding your soul as his tongue puts you back together. He breaks you and fixes you, with every flick, every expert touch, as if this man has known your body forever.

As if he owns it completely, and maybe Satoru already does. His gorgeous eyes shut in his own pleasure, you feel him grinding his cock on your bed as he is devouring you, and you cum so hard you’re blinded, you can’t breathe, like nothing exists but him.

He moans as you’re soaking his face, there’s no other word, no one or nothing has made you as wet as this, even Satoru previously. It’s all over your pussy, your inner thighs, and he’s lapping it up, shaking his head side to side, pressing his hand on your tummy as he shoves his fingers in so deep.

“Too much! Too much! Please!” You beg, but he’s chuckling against you, peering up with a perfectly sculpted face covered in your slick, and he’s licking those stupidly full lips like it’s a gloss.

“Oh baby you don’t get to tell me when to stop. You’re mine, now. Yeah?” He plants a kiss on your clit, overstimulated and throbbing, you simply whimper out a little sound, unable to form a word with the onslaught of pleasure. He leans up now, hand wrapping your throat. “Say it.”

“Yours, I’m yours.” You are mumbling, as he’s leaning over you, still fully clothed in a damn dress shirt and slacks, and he’s soaked with you, you’ve dripped down to his fancy gold watch, as he keeps scissoring those fingers in you. “Toru, let me see you. Please.”

“So eager brat? Can’t be patient, are you too slutty for me?” He says, but you shake your head, hands going to unbutton his stupidly expensive shirt.

“You’re gorgeous, Satoru Gojo. Wanna see you.” You press kisses on the marble skin you slowly reveal, and his hand pauses for a moment, and you hear it, this little sexy whimper from the back of his throat. You hear how fucking much he wants you, you can feel evidence of it pressing on your thigh now.

“Then fucking ask right.” He smacks at your hands again, making them sting, and maybe you should question this incredibly attractive psycho you’re drowning in, the one sliding his fingers up and down your slit, making you twitch.

Maybe you should wonder why you crave this so bad after Suguru touched you, the way it had made you feel disgusting, small, horrible.

But Satoru makes you feel so goddamn good, he drowns out that noise in your brain, you can’t even find yourself caring that he knows where you live. Fuck, the idea of him knowing that excites you in some fucked up way, hitting some stupid part of your brain, where feminism has been long gone with this man. It’s all gone under him, under his touch, under his gaze.

God how he looks at you.

How he makes you feel.

You’re craving to touch him so badly, but he smacks your little hands again, and this time it stings bad, but you like it, no you love it. How he takes you over, how small you feel against him, under him. How he allows you no room to breathe, fuck you didn’t need to breath unless it was Satoru Gojo’s goddamn breath.

His anger, simultaneous with his passion, the sweet way he will kiss you, then the furious way he’ll slam his lips. What even is he, who even is he, this man you think you’re falling in love with? Don’t know a damn thing but how you feel, and you feel everything with him, physically and more. Every nerve-ending on fire, as he pulls on every emotion you have.

You’d do anything he asked.

“Can I please see you, touch you, Sir?” You whisper, pouting and blinking those lashes, and you watch him melt over you, groaning all sexy from the back of his throat, and he nods, letting you unbutton each little clear one, they pop and reveal more and more perfect skin, until he sits up.

He eases his shirt off his shoulders now, and your eyes drink in his perfect, chiseled body, the taut skin that ripples across those muscles, lean and hairless aside from a white trail under his belly button. Fuck he’s perfect, you muse as you sit up on shaky legs to run your hands down him gently, exhaling when you feel the heat of his skin.

“If you were smart you’d fucking run from me.” He says then, and you sigh, watching him jerk as your breath touches his chest, your palm right where his heart beats.

“There’s no running from you, is there?” He grins then, yanking the fuck out of your hair, and you moan at it, eyes fluttering shut for a moment in pleasure, as you inhale his scent around you. Fuck he fills something and you can’t exactly say what this is, but it’s everything to you.

“No, there’s no running. Not now, baby. But you don’t want to, do you?” You shake your head side to side, making the pull on your hair even better. You crave him so goddamn bad you can’t think, as your cunt is throbbing around nothing, painful at how much you crave this man.

“Let me suck you, Toru... Ah!” He smacks you right across your cheek, gently, but he sure fucking did, and it feels good, you cling to him more, moaning.

“You’re not learning quickly, are you? Or you like me fucking teaching you?” He yanks your hair so hard it’s ripping, and he’s breathing right against your lips as you feel tears pricking your eyes, and you love it so much you’d ask for another hit. But that terrifies you. “Don’t make me hit this pretty face again, be a good girl.”

“Maybe I like you smacking my face.” You whisper, and his brows raise, and you feel his heart beating hard against his chest. “Don’t you hate me, Toru?”

“Hate you… hate everything about you. How beautiful you are. How your face haunts my every dream. Hate that all I can think about is how many ways I can make you cum, when you’re offering to please me.” He’s caressing the cheek he smacked, tilting his head and looking at the other. “And you’re still asking wrong. You’re being a fucking brat.”

“Let me suck you pleae.” You take another smack, and you cry out, it stings so goddamn good you straddle him, and he groans, as you grind on his lap, mouth devouring his.

“Little slut. Little freak.” He groans out, gripping you so goddamn tight you can’t breathe, you swear you feel your damn ribs creak when he’s pressing on your ribcage, as he shoves you off him then, glaring at you, eyes glazed over. “I’m trying to be sweet and you’re pissing me the fuck off, brat.”

“Sweet huh!? You smacked me.”

He smirks. “Lovingly.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. He’s kinda right, and you’re mentally fucked, honestly. “Psycho.”

“Slut.”

“Sadistic stalker.”

He smirks then. “And? It’s your fault. Don’t be so fucking yummy.” He’s shoving you back down the bed, and you’re wriggling to get up, glaring at him.

“Let me suck your dick, why not!? I want it in my throat.” He moans then, lowering his head onto yours, and you feel his exhale tickling your lips.

“Such a whore.”

“For you.”

“Fuck you for saying it. For making me believe it.” He’s kissing you again all desperate, his voice breaks, and you’re yanking at his hair, dying for him, rubbing your bare pussy eagerly against that thick length.

“It’s true, I need you. Let me please you back. Alone, not with him, just us… please.” He eases away, off you, and then he sees it.

You need this.

“You're gonna do a good job, be a good girl for me?” He whispers, and you nod quickly, cunt dripping as he finally stands, and you’re on your hands and knees, sinking into your old soft mattress, impatiently grabbing. He smacks at your hands again. “No, you wait until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch his hands shake as he takes off his black leather belt, you’re damn near drooling.

“Sit there and be patient, yeah?” You just nod, earning a smack again, and you bite your lip. “Should beat you with this belt.”

“Could you? Ow!” Satoru’s yanking your hair again, as he pulls that perfect long cock out, and you see how swollen that pink tip is, all reddened and precum is slaved all over the little line there.

“So slutty, just calm the fuck down. I’m going to show you how to actually suck dick. And yeah, you’re good, but I mean take it all. Now…” He yanks you to sit on the edge of the bed now, lining his cock with your lips. “I’ll show you what I couldn’t when you were with him.”

“Show me, please… Sir.” You say, not wanting another smack, and he grins then, fangs glinting off the light of your room.

“Mouth open.” You do exactly as he says, tongue out, and he’s cupping your face almost sweetly, shoving his cock in your mouth, so deep you choke, and he’s groaning, pulling back now, letting you suck on him. “When you sucked me… ah… could only think… how I wanted you alone.”

You’re crying now, as he holds your face so tight, as he’s fucking your throat so deep, you’re breathing through your nose, looking up at him, his beautiful blue eyes so dark with lust they’re difficult to handle. But you do, you look at him, as his face is contorted in pleasure, as his thin white brows lower, and you’re drooling around the corners of your mouth.

“Thought how pretty your - ah- eyes were. Like a fucking idiot. Hate that, hate you, hate everything- s’perfect I-” He’s just fucking your mouth, your throat, and you’re taking him as well as you can, as he’s deeper and deeper, as he’s sucking out all the oxygen you have.

Satoru is so deep, pushing past your uvula now, and you struggle to take him all, he’s so long, but his moans push you past your limits. You’ll do anything to watch his pretty face like this, to feel his hands tremble, his hips pause at moments. You suck him hard, cheeks hollowing as your tongue swirls around the veins that wrap him.

You’re whining out when he’s pressing his hands around your throat, and Satoru is groaning now as he feels the bulge in your throat, his other hand wrapping your hair into a fist, snapping his hips harder and harder. You struggle so hard to take it, it’s not something you’d experienced, as he fucks every frustration in your sore throat, making you even wetter, even more sensitive.

“Fuck you’re s’good at this. Goddammit. Fuck.” He eases back a bit now, and you cough a bit, as he swipes that drool off your mouth, gripping your face with his hand, squishing your cheeks. “You haven’t even asked if I let her suck me.”

You flush at that, clearing your throat, stroking his cock that’s slippery with all your slobber, and his head tilts back, his hands clinging to your neck now. “I don’t believe him for shit. So.”

“And if I did let her? Huh?” You pause then, sucking in a breath, as your mind starts to whirl.

“I’d fucking hate that. It would make me so upset. I’m sorry.” You blink away tears, as he bends down now, on his knees for a moment, face level with yours.

“Aw, I won’t get to fuck girls with you?” You blink in embarrassment, as you struggle to focus.

“I hate the thought of you with anyone. I hate it. Even seeing you kiss Shoko upset me more than Suguru, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t-” He’s slammed his lips back on yours now, cutting off your words, and you melt against him, lapping up all the fury he was putting behind it.

“Such a selfish little bitch, huh?” He says, and you just nod, as he’s cupping your face so carefully, his eyes drinking you in. “Why?”

“I only want you to touch me.” He moans again, shoving his tongue in your throat, the kiss is so desperate and messy, and you struggle to focus on where you are, who you are, as Satoru kisses every thought from your fucking mind.

“I have only wanted you long before you were mine.” He says softly, the danger and desire mixing in his deep timbre, stroking your hair and sighing. “He’ll never touch you again. No one will.”

“Please, please… Satoru, I need you in me. Please.” You’re begging so hard you’re fucking sobbing, and finally he’s shoving you into the bed, and before you can take a breath he has your leg on his shoulder, and his cock buried to the fucking hilt. “Oh my god! F-fuck! Toru!”

“Is that what you’re begging for, needy little slut?” He whispers those words through gritted teeth, you just nod mindlessly, as your little cunt stretches to accommodate his thickness, and he’s got his hand braced on your thigh, pressing it further, sinking impossibly deeper, making you scream.

“Yes, yes, yes…. Thank you. Thank you. Need you.” You’re whimpering, stuttering, as he’s pulling back, making you hiss a bit at the pain, before he’s shoved back in, hitting even harder. “Want you. Want you.”

“Yeah baby, do you? How should I fuck this pretty pussy? Hard, fucking break it? Or easy, and break your stupid little mind.” You are already stupid, you can’t think when he’s on top of you.

“You do anything you want to me, Satoru Gojo. Please. Anything.” He groans now, slamming into you so deep you can’t take it, you’re already close, that white stubble above his cock tickling your exposed clit as he just grinds that tip against your cervix.

“You’re mine to do anything I want, huh? Ya sure about that?” You just nod, and he’s now fucking into you, hard, long strokes, but they’re slow, agonizingly slow, keeping you right on that edge.

“Anything, anything.” You say, breathless between strokes, you can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut, not when Satoru Gojo’s cock is deep in your cunt.

“What if I want you pregnant? What if I want you to- ah- never leave me?” He demands, and you don’t even care, you’ll get pregnant, you’ll do anything, as his length is stroking in and out. You’re so soaked you can hear every slutty stroke of your pussy squish in the room as he’s wrecking your insides.

“Do it. Fucking do it.” You mumble, eyes rolling back as he presses in, and you cling to his bare shoulders, letting out pathetic whimpers. “Cumming, cumming-ah!”

“All over this cock, good girl.” His words make it worse, now you can’t breathe, as the climax washes over you, knocking you off this existence, now you’re somewhere in space, with Satoru moving over you.

He’s filling you so deep, and now he’s rocking against you, leaky tip grinding inside your cervix, your eyes lock onto his, as his lidded gaze drinks you in, his long, snowy white lashes fluttering. But he never doesn’t look at you, he’s enthralled, pressing that thigh even further, rolling his hips just so, hitting every spot you have, discovering more you didn’t know.

You gape, your mouth opening and shutting stupidly, as he’s biting that lower lip, and he brushes your hair back softly, then something hits, and hits hard, you can’t even describe it. When he’s so vulnerable then, when he’s so deep, and a drip of sweat falls from his chin onto your lips. You lap it up, your own hands coming to cup his face, as you roll your hips.

“Satoru… I…” You struggle, you can’t say this stupid shit. Can you?’

“You’re perfect.” He says, rolling his hips again, watching as he tears you apart, makes you into a trembling mess. “Wanna get you pregnant, want you to never work, never leave.”

His words should scare you, he should scare you. Satoru is a red flag, but you don’t seem to care, in fact it makes it more heady, it makes you wetter, the insane shit he’s saying. “Then do it.”

“Do it!?” You nod, rolling up again, and pressing you lips up for more of his brutal kisses.

“Give me it, your babies. In me. Please!” Now you’re so close again, and he’s groaning, shoving your thighs up so high you’re smushed, and your struggle to breathe, while he’s fucking into you so deep like this, so deep you can’t stop yourself from cumming around his length, spasming, making him tense.

“Never leave me. Never.” He says, maddening eyes, and you should hesitate, but you fucking can’t, you can’t with him.

“Never. Never, Satoru-ngh!” He’s fucking you so hard, so deep now, bending down to hold your face in his huge hands, as his cock shoves in so deep you scream in pain, but fuck it feels good.

“Never, never. Can’t. Won’t- let- ah- you go. No.” He’s fucking insane, you see it in his maddened state, it’s like he’s consumed, consumed by you, and you gasp at the intensity, as he’s fucking you so hard, as the smacks are loud in the room. “Mine, mine. Mine, say it.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours.” You are his, how could there have ever been anything, how when his hot, full lips are on yours, how when he has you bent in half, how when he’s railing the fuck out of you.

It’s all Satoru Gojo.

“I’m filling you up, baby, you better fucking take it all. Can you, take all of me? Can you?” He’s asking it in so many ways, and you barely register you’re sobbing when a strangled sound comes out.

“Yes, yes. All of you. Give me it.”  You plead, and your foreheads touch, as he’s stretching your eager pussy, making it so sloppy wih each thrust, as he slows, and shoves so hard it hurts, but you want it.

You want every bit.

“Make you a fucking mommy. Keep you knocked up. Got me?” He whispers, fucking insanely, but you nod, you can’t speak anymore. “Beg for it.”

“C-can’t… t-talk…” He’s groaning now, hot breaths brushing your bruised lips, reddened from all his kisses.

“Beg for it. For me. Now.” His words are jerky, broken, and you finally gasp a bit, struggling to form a word.

“Please, please…” He smacks you again, kissing the spot as soon as he does, and you almost cum.

“Not yet. Not yet. Say it… better.” He demands, jerky movements halted, as your stinging cheek keeps getting kissed.

“Please sir?” Another smack, and you whine out. “Please, what the fuck do you want me to say!? Lemme have your cum. Your babies.”

“Ask better, fucking brat.” He says through gritted teeth. “Ask me better. Perfect, beautiful goddamn bitch, bane of my fucking existense.” You should hate those words, but you’re throbbing now, so goddamn close even though he’s just staying still.

Your eyes are filled with tears as your face is reddening, overheated, overstimulated, dying for him. “Please, give me babies, Sir. Ow, what!?”

“Better, do better.” You pause then, disoriented, blinking in confusion, your brain is too stupid and fucked out to think.

“Please, please, want your babies in me, s’bad… Daddy please, fill me up with them-” Satoru is groaning now, eyes snapping shut as he’s slammed into you, making you choke on your words, on pleasure, and you’re crying, it’s just so much.

“Good girl, that’s it, that’s it. Take it, baby, take everything. You’re gonna get knocked up right here, right now, in your slutty little cunt.” And with those words, he’s cumming, and you’re coming, and it’s so fucking much cum. He’s pulsing inside you, and you feel it, feel his hot cum filling you up, coating your walls as your cunt sucks it up.

Like she wants these babies, how couldn’t she, how couldn’t you, when this man you barely know has claimed you like this? You’re shaking, your walls clenching around him, begging for more, even though you know you can’t take anymore, and now Satoru is coming down from his high, panting and looking at you, pupils just pinpoints, as he slowly shoves that cum deeper, as you’re shoving it with how hard you’re pulsing.

“Holy fuck… I… Satoru, I…” You can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re just sobbing, and you expect him to make fun of you, but he pulls you close, caressing your hair now, gently.

“I know, I know baby.” He murmurs, as you sob against the crook of his neck, as you cling to him. “I know.”

“I don’t even know. I don’t… Satoru, I’m falling I- and you’re insane, and you scare me, and you I think stalk me, and-”

“You’re falling for me!?” He asks, leaning up with shocked eyes, and you just continue to sob, trying to grab ahold of him, to tether yourself.

“I know that’s crazy. I kn-know you’re fucking insane. Maybe you fucked my literal brains away.”

“You’re falling for me?” He’s squeezing your face so hard you wince, grabbing his wrists, he’s panting, and your thighs are aching.

“Yes. Yes I am.” You can’t fucking lie to him. You can’t lie to yourself. “Make fun of me, call me a stupid slut, call-”

He slams his lips on yours, and your teeth click as his kiss sets you into another realm again, as you realize you’re in love with a psycho, with an evil best friend. As you realize you’d get knocked up, with a man you barely know, if it made him happy. You have no time to question this as Satoru is consuming you.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I can’t take it.” He’s crying you realize, his gorgeous eyes glittering, and falling on high cheekbones. You ease your legs down with a wince, getting up on your elbows, your messy hair strown around your breasts as you’re caressing his face.

“I don’t lie. I should have told you last night about him… Satoru I am so sorry, I was scared. I didn’t know if you’d believe me. I-”

“He won’t again. He won’t. I swear I will make sure of it. No one will ever fucking touch you, baby, you got it? No one but me.” Your heart races at his intensity. “Falling for me?”

“Yes, for you, Satoru Gojo. Fucking psycho.” You are met with another furious kiss, with his insane gaze, with his huge hands taking over your little body, squeezing every curve and line, wrecking you further, as if you had any more to go. “How many times have you watched me?”

“You don’t wanna know. Just know I’ll keep you safe.” He’s kissing you over and over, and it’s too easy to fall into, to shove your brain far away. “Just know it will only be you for me. Only you. How could he have seen anyone esle?”

“Oh, Satoru…” You’re clinging to him, as he holds you so tight. “I was so afraid, I felt so worthless.”

“He is. For all of it. Should have been me, your first. Me.” You nod, as he drinks up your sobs, as he strokes your hair. “I love when you cry, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know?”

“You’re so insane.”

“I know. I know, baby.” Soon it’s the evening, and you’re starving, Satoru is ready to go fucking kill Suguru. “Let me get him now. I’ll just cut off some fingers.”

“Wait… what about our date?” Satoru looks you up and down, smirking.

“You’re a mess, I fucked the shit out of you. You can’t go anywhere like this.”

“So I’ll get ready. And you get ready.”

He glares. “You’re trying to fucking distract me. I need to go deal with this, then we’ll have your fucking date.”

“Satoru you’re still hurt from him, please… I can’t let you get hurt. Not because of me again.” You’re clinging to him as you stand by the front door, and he sighs.

“I need to deal with him. I can’t let him touch you again.”

“So is there another way, other than assault and cutting fingers?”

“Nope.”

“Satoru!”

“What!?” You sigh, thinking for a minute, then you look up at him, smirking, so devious, and his blue eyes narrow, as he bends his tall body over you. “Wait…you have a fucking idea, don’t you brat?”

“Sure do. Shoko.”

“What about her?”

“I have her number. Why don’t we expose Suguru being an all around piece of shit to her? Really ruin him.”

Satoru’s smiling now, a wicked glint to his eyes. “You know what? I like that. You’re so fucking clever.”

“Wait, is that a compliment?”

“You look like a bimbo, you have ugly sheets, everything is gaudy and pink, your-”

“Okay, got it, still hate me.” He actually smiles, and he’s so handsome then it hurts you. How is this deviant so precious. “Do you still hate me?”

“Do you think I ever did?” He asks, countering your question.

“I mean, you said it alot. A lot.”

“Because I hate how much you make me feel, just existing.” He brushes your hair back now, studying you.

“It’s the same for me, Satoru.” You whisper, clinging to his hand. “You’re so fucking toxic.”

“So the fuck are you.” You’re both kissing again, brutal now, so brutal you re bust open his lip, and the blood is pouring, but he doesn’t care, he’s got your wrists in his hands, pressing you against the wooden wall of your living room. You’re panting, desire in your core again, though your pussy was hurting so fucking bad. “Toxic little brat.”

“Toxic fucking man.”

“Such a stupid little girl.”

“Such an idiot man.”

You don’t care there is blood on your lips, you lick it right off, and he moans at the sight, snatching you up against him, wincing as you know he’s still sore in places. “You’re too goddamn beautiful. How can we go on a date if I can’t leave your perfect little cunt?”

“We’ll go on a date tomorrow. And… we’ll put that shit into action. That means, mmm, Satoru…” He’s sucking down your neck, down your breasts. “No killing or assaulting tonight, got it?”

“Fine, but tomorrow?”

“No, you sadistic stalker. No killing.”

“We’ll try it your fucking way, but I know it’ll end bad, I know in my heart he won’t just stop.” He pulls away, serious now. “He said to me he’s hurting you because I don’t care for myself. He’s not done, do you see!?”

“You’ll keep me safe then.” You whisper, and he sighs, shoving his entire weight against the wall.

“How can I do it all the time!?”

“Choso will help me at work. I know it’s weird, but…”

“You all didn’t fuck.”

“No, we didn’t. How’d you know?”

“He wouldn’t let you go once he did. Perfect pussy. Evil.” You giggle, you fucking giggle, as this murderous stalker is hovering over you, as he’s caressing your face. “Mine, you’re fucking mine. Remember it.”

“You’re scary… scary hot. You know that?” He just stares, he’s just bending down and looking into your fucking soul.

“I’ll do anything to keep you now. Do you know that?” He asks right back, and his words hold an insane intent. You nod, shyly almost, as he exhales, eyes dropping to your lips, reddened with his own blood.

“Date tomorrow. Take me somewhere fancy, rich jerk.” You shove at him, but he’s pulling you against him so tight it sucks away the breath from your lungs.

“You better be right then, because if not, your date night is gonna be digging his fucking grave.”

Shit.

Disclaimer I don't condone stalking but it's Yandere Gojo so.

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/150076474

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- Fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, breeding kink, violence, descriptions of violence (ANGSTY CHAP)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU

Chapter 9 - Masterlist

Chapter 10

The escort agency is in a sketchy part of the city, and Satoru keeps looking at you worriedly that evening. “I’m fine, Professor.”

“You sure? I can take you back-”

“I’m good, promise! You should see the foster homes I was in. This isn’t anything to me.” He frowns more now, and you all pause on the sidewalk, you can feel the tension, the worry.

“I hate that you ever went through that, baby.” He whispers now, caressing your face sweetly. You gulp a bit, sighing and holding the hand that’s so gentle on your cheek.

“It’s all gotten me here, next to the best lawyer there is. The most handsome too. The best-” Satoru closes your mouth with his hand, and you smile against his warm palm.

“Don’t get me hard, brat, stop it.” You’re giggling now, making him glare at you, long white lashes covering half of his pretty blue eyes.

“Sorry, you’re so cute.”

“Cute!? I’ll show you ‘cute’ later.” He kisses you firmly, lips overtaking yours, and you sigh at how good it feels for a moment, before he takes your hand. “Let’s go, Miss Brat. Lawyer mode.”

“Did you really say lawyer mode!?”

When you get there, dragged along by the stupidly tall and stupidly handsome Satoru Gojo, who’s wearing a black suit looking way too good, the bouncer at the door nods at Satoru, letting you both in without a word. You look at him curiously, and he peeks back with a smirk.

“Paid informants silly, never partook in the goods here.” You roll your eyes at his wolfish grin. “Jealous already?”

“Shush.” The inside is dimly lit, with red velvet couches and a bar along the back wall, and there is a woman sitting in a little booth. The woman looks up, and you can see the recognition in her eyes when she sees Satoru. She’s very pretty, with long red hair and green eyes.

“Mr. Gojo, wow it's been years. And who might this lovely lady be?” She asks, her voice a purr as she smiles curiously at you.

Satoru’s grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel his possessiveness, and his reassurance. “Hey Aoi.” He introduces you now, pulling you closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Favorite student.”

“Oh! Oh… Mr. Gojo.” She’s laughing now a bit, wiggling her brows as Satoru grins, and you’re a blushing mess. “Hey now, doll no worries. Who can blame you with him? And also you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, so are you Miss Aoi.” You say, flush decorating your cheeks, and she smiles softly.

“And she’s so sweet. All right, I’ll put aside my broken heart for her, Mr. Gojo. How can I help you today?”

“I break all the hearts, don’t I? I’m too pretty.”

“Gojo!” You playfully shove him and he just brushes his snowy white hair back with long fingers, winking down at you so damn charmingly.

“Came to see one of your girls, and Madam.”

“Let me see if she’s available.” She is gesturing to the plush sofa in the waiting area. "Please, have a seat, you two. I'll inform the Madam about your arrival."

Satoru nods then, as he guides you to the couch. “Thanks Aoi.” You sit down, your heart racing at being somewhere so new, so different. The walls are adorned with velvet and the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume, so cloying it irritates your nose a bit.

As you wait, you feel Satoru's hand squeeze yours reassuringly. You look up at him, and he gives you a smile that's a mix of comfort and challenge, as he pulls you against him, hand on your thigh. You lower your lashes, and feel his chuckle against your collar bone, tickling you now.

“Nervous, Miss Brat?” He asks, in that deep timbre, and you sigh, nodding.

“I am, this isn’t… I’ve just never been anywhere like this.”

“Oh, this is just the waiting room, wait till we walk through. Bet you blush red like a tomato.”

“Hey!”

“Mmhmm, or get horny. It’s a toss up.” You roll your eyes, scooching away, but he yanks you back to him. “You were so jealous just now.”

“No! I just… well, you never…”

“Nah, not my style. Though I don’t blame any of them, making money off rich idiots. And a lot of these women are so smart. They’re great for information.” You brush your fingers up and down his collar as you wait.

 You know he's as eager to get to the bottom of this as you are, you can feel the tenseness of his body against yours. Your knees are knocking together, you keep fidgeting with your hands, then fiddling with the charms on your bracelet. Satoru takes your hand in his, looking at you seriously.

“If you’re uncomfortable-”

“No, no. I’m good. Just nervous about everything.” He sighs, looking at your little charms now.

“You need another, hmm?”

Before you can answer, a curtain at the back of the room parts, and a statuesque woman emerges. She's dressed in a tight, crimson dress that clings to her body like a second skin. Her eyes are sharp and assessing as she looks you both over.

"Madam," Satoru stands, releasing your hand, "Thank you for seeing us."

"Mr. Gojo," she says, her voice like silk, "It's always a pleasure. And who is this lovely young lady?"

"My top student. She's assisting me with the case." He wraps an arm around your waist and her eyes catch it. “She’s also my Shnookums.”

“Shnookums? Huh.” Madam's gaze lingers on you, and you hold her stare, feeling a flicker of something unpleasant. It's not hostility, but something else. Calculation, maybe. "Well, well, this seems interesting, let's talk in private."

You both get up and follow her into a back room, the curtain swishing shut behind you. The room is dimly lit, with a large desk and a few chairs, thick incense heavy and smoking, there are ornate paintings and the walls are red with foiled gold leaf. There's a sense of something seedy but also it’s classy in a way. It’s what you would picture for a Madam, you think at least.

Madam sits down in a big red chair, plush and velvet, crossing long bare legs and smirking at you both. "What brings you to my establishment after so many years, Mr. Gojo?"

“Aww, miss me Madam?” He shoots a wink, and she rolls her eyes.

“Want a drink, you two?” You look at Gojo and he nods. “There’s a decanter of brandy right there, it’s a good year.”

“You’re always so sweet you know.” She scoffs, and his hand brushes your thigh before he stands, adjusting his suit a bit and then pouring from the crystal decanter, allowing the Madam time to study you.

“You’re awfully pretty. You should come work for me.” She cooes, and Satoru comes over and scowls at her, making her smirk. “What, she’d make top dollar.”

“I enjoy law, but thank you for the offer.” You say smoothly, and the madam’s red lips tilt up.

“I like her.”

“I know, she’s the best. Here ya go, Madam.” Gojo hands her a glass, then you, with the clear amber liquid. “Now…” He sits next to you, hand possessively clutching your thigh, he always has to touch you when he can, and you love it, love feeling so connected. “I need to talk to one of your girls. She might have information on our suspect."

Madam's expression doesn't change. "Which one?"

"Kanna."

Her eyes flicker with something, but she remains calm. "Kanna is no longer with us. She's moved on to... other opportunities."

You see Satoru's jaw clench, and you know he's not buying it. "Bullshit," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "I know she's still here, I’ve already had details about her. And I need to talk to her."

Madam sighs, leaning back in her chair. "Very well. But what's in it for me?" She asks, and Satoru smirks now.

“How about… this.” He pulls out a giant wad of hundreds, there was surely thousands of dollars there, and she nods then, standing.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Gojo. I’ll have her come in. It was a pleasure to meet you, you’ve got quite a man.” She is trailing her long red nails across your cheek, tilting your chin up. “And he’s got quite a girl.”

“I sure do.” She tousles Satoru’s white hair, sauntering out then, leaving you both waiting in anticipation. “She’s kinda a bitch.”

“Mmm, seems like a businesswoman to me.” Satoru chuckles, as you take a sip of the strong liquor, coughing a bit.

“Lightweight.”

“Hey!” Soon though, a young woman with short black hair and a wary look in her eyes enters the room. She's dressed in a short, lacy dress that leaves little to the imagination. You can see the fear in her eyes as she looks at Satoru, and something in your chest tightens.

"Thank you for coming, Kanna. We need your help." Satoru says then, standing up to shake her hand, and her eyes flick to you, and then back to Satoru, curiously.

"Sure, what's going on?"

"We're working on a case," he says, his voice softer now. "And we think you might have some information that could help us."

Kanna looks at the floor, biting her lip. "I don't know anything."

Satoru's gaze turns intense, and you can feel the power in the room shift, it’s like you can see him go into that mode, the serious one. "Look at me," he commands, and she does, her eyes wide with fear. "I need the truth, Kanna. We're trying to put away a dangerous fucking man, and free an innocent one."

For a long moment, she's silent. Then she looks up, her eyes meeting both of you, fidgeting as she sits down finally. "Okay," she whispers, "I'll tell you what I can, that was a long time ago."

“Thank you, Kanna. All right, do you remember a run in with Naoya Zenin?” She tenses, and nods, and you see it right on her face, she’s fucking terrified.

Kanna's voice is shaky as she starts talking, her eyes darting between you and Satoru, and you can see the fear in them. She tells a story of a night with Naoya, a night that ended with bruises and tears. The way she describes his behavior sends a chill down your spine, confirming the suspicions you've had since the moment you laid eyes on him.

Satoru's expression is unreadable, his icy blue eyes never leaving hers, studying her, even as he still holds on to you so close, like you’re tethering him from losing his shit. You hold his hand carefully, he is so tense and you can feel the anger simmering under his calm exterior, his hand balling into a fist at his side that’s not holding you. You know he's holding back, for now, but you’re not sure for how long.

Satoru is furious as he hears what he’s done.

“So why didn’t you say it was him that night with your friend!?” Satoru’s voice is harsh, and you can feel him coming apart at the seams. You struggle to hold his hand, which is clenched so tightly in a fist.

She opens her mouth, then closes it, and tears start pouring from her eyes, so you stand up then, grabbing a box of tissues, and you walk over to her, bending on a knee down on the plush rug. You dab her eyes gently, and she smiles a bit tremulously, Satoru is quiet behind you.

“He’s just really, really worried about someone else getting hurt. You can tell us anything, we’ll protect you, okay?” She nods then, and you come to hold her hands, which are cold and clammy.

“Th-thank you. He told me he’d kill me if I said anything, and I believed him… I was so afraid.” She’s sobbing and you’re holding her thin body, as it wracks with her shaking shoulders.

Satoru comes up then, putting a hand on her shoulder, and one on yours, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

When she finishes her story, you can see the wheels turning in Satoru's head. He's piecing together the puzzle, looking for the one piece that will make it all make sense. "Thank you, Kanna, you've been very helpful. Do you think Madam has any vido cameras back there?”

She frowns, nodding. “She does. I’m not sure how far back they go but I suppose you might find the video of him with me. As for my friend who… is gone… I don't think so. He took her to his place.”

“I’ll pay her to find it. Kanna, could you possibly share this in court?”

“Oh god facing him!?”

“We’ll be right there, Kanna.” You say reassuringly. “He scares me too, he’s already… threatened me.” Your eyes lower, and she gasps, then holds your hands tightly.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh my god!” You hug her tightly, feeling so much emotion for a girl you barely know. “Kanna you’re so brave.”

“I wouldn’t want you hurt because I was too afraid. But please… I need to make sure I’m safe.”

“You will be, I can get you out of here too if you want. A new life, far away?” She sighs, nodding then, and Gojo stands up and hands her a huge amount of money now, so much it was insane to physically see.

“Oh, you don’t have to.” She hands it back, but Gojo shakes his head.

“You’re doing me the biggest favor. Just keep this between us.”

“Of course, thank you. It will help me so much.” She stands up and hugs Gojo, then comes to hold your hands. “Please be careful. Mr. Gojo take good care of her.”

“I will, of course, I’ll get this mother fucker. Don’t worry.” She exhales, and there is a heavy tension in the room as you both get up to leave, Satoru's hand on the small of your back guiding you out.

Once you're outside, the cool evening air hits you like a slap in the face, and you both take a moment to breathe. "Shit, that was... something."

Satoru turns to you, his eyes a mess of emotions, those swirling cerulean depths drinking you in. He pulls you flush against him, exhaling, warm against the chill of the air, puffing a bit of your hair back. “You were amazing there.”

“What? No, Satoru, I just comforted her.” You look down a bit, but he tilts your chin back up.

“No, you were so caring, where I was harsh. Thank you. I don’t know if she would have opened up without you.” You hug him tightly, and he sinks his lips onto yours, moaning softly in your mouth.

“You’re so welcome, I’m so happy if I helped.”

“You have no clue. I’m learning from you.”

“No way.”

“Mmhmm.” You both keep pecking kisses, as his praise washes over you, making you so damn happy you can’t think. “Let’s get some rest, big day tomorrow.”

“Cuddle?” He smirks, nodding, and leads you back.

That night you end up falling asleep in his lap again, as he can’t tear himself from his research, and your heart aches for him.

****

Satoru Gojo is sipping on a sugary mocha frappe, as you’re sipping on a french roast the next day in a break room. This morning had been more witness testimonies, as Satoru is waiting to ruin it all if he can’t get this witness, Kanna, to be allowed.

“They’ll allow it! Fuck yes.” He says once he’s hung up the cell phone, his eyes lit up, despite the heavy dark circles. You bounce up eagerly, and he pulls you to him, exhaling as he clings so tightly.

“Oh Satoru, this is good news.”

“I’ll play stupid and fuck it all up. I’ll let him get ruined. But fuck, it’s going to be shit to ‘lose’.”

“You’ll be winning, really. Think about it.”

“If he says one word, I’ll fucking kill him.” Satoru says, tersely, then his alarm goes off, it’s time for you all to head back. “Fuck remember when I fingered you in like four minutes?”

You giggle at that, shaking your head at his change of subject. “Yes, I remember, crazy man. You spit on it!”

“Sure did.” He purrs out the words, and you’re a blushing mess now as he pulls you so close. “I’m taking a break after this case, thinking I’ll become a daddy.”

“Satoru stop that!” You smack at his hands as they come over your tummy, and he’s giving you puppy eyes.

“Too flat, I need it filled with me.” He picks you up, as you wriggle around in his hold, but he’s way stronger, and you’re getting turned on with him.

“You’re such an adrenaline whore! You’re getting turned on because we’re gonna get him, aren’t you!?” He grins then, letting you down, you slide down his chest slowly, giggling then.

“Like you’re not too, get turned on by true crime.” You shove at him playfully, before falling easily into his kisses. “I love you, Shnookums.”

“I love you, Toru. We got this.” You pop more reassuring kisses, but there is such a looming presence to your happiness, a heaviness in your chest that you can’t quite describe, gnawing at you.

You shove it down, you need to be here for Toru.

****

Sitting next to Naoya again, you have your shoulders squared, your chin up high as you watch your man, as he decimates the prosecution with ease, like any good defense attorney. Each question is a dance, a mix of Gojo pretending to try, and letting so much slip that will go against Naoya, as if biding his time until he’s going to demolish his own case.

“The prosecution calls Kanna Otigori to the stand.” Says the prosecutor, and Gojo pretends to be surprised along with everyone else. He may or may not have paid off the prosecution to call her.

Yeah Gojo is something alright.

Her eyes widen in fear as she sees Naoya next to you, and you look over to watch him stiffen, his fists clenching the table so hard they’re turning white. You can’t stop the smile the quirks up on the side of your lips, but you instantly erase it when he looks over at you. His eyes are terrifying, they make you tremble as he glares.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Zenin?” You ask softly, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes and sinking down into the seat.

“Didn’t give you permission to talk to me.” It’s your turn to scoff, looking at your notes for a moment, but suddenly he’s gripping your leg so hard you’re crying out, the courtroom is too loud currently with the uproar for it to stand out.

“Get the fuck off me.” You hiss at him, and he slides his hand up then, you grip his wrist, digging your nails in and glaring. “Get off.”

“I’ll expose you both if you ruin this shit for me, fucking got me?” You tremble, looking away as he continues to boldly touch you, in front of the whole room, but no one could see. “Let me catch you when your body guard isn’t around.”

He lets you go, and your heart is shattered, as you realize everything you have with Satoru is going to crumble. You’d ruin your career, his… but you can’t let him get away with this shit. You casually kick the fuck out of him with your heel under the table, and he damn near lunges at you before he realizes what he’s doing.

“Was gonna be sweet with you. Not now. I’ll fucking ruin every inch of you.” He whispers, and finally you can’t take it, you’re hyperventilating. You step out, rushing through the room, and eyes are everywhere on you.

You sink against the wall, holding your chest, it feels as if it were going to just explode, and then Satoru is there, holding you. “Satoru, no, go back in. Go back in! You need to fucking get him! You-”

“What’d he say!? What happened!? Baby tell me.” He’s cupping your face, having left his own damn trial for you.

“I’m ruining your life.” You whisper through tears, and his lips part in a gasp, as he shakes his head furiously, bending low, his beautiful face blurring as you keep feeling more and more faint. Your blood pressure has skyrocketed, you’re shaky, and you can’t catch a breath.

“You’re making my life. There was nothing before you. Stop it. Please, baby, c’mere…” He pulls you against him as you continue to hyperventilate, to the point you’re not sure you can breathe anymore. “Baby breathe with me. Please.”

Satoru holds you close, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, trying to calm you down. You focus on his steady breaths, trying to match them, but it's hard, really hard. The walls seem to be closing in, and all you can think about is Naoya's threats, about Satoru’s future, and you realize you’re crying all over his dress shirt.

"I've got you, everything will be fine." He whispers, and you want to believe him, you really do. You cling to his suit, breathing him in, trying to ignore the panic attack that's taking over your body.

But it's not fine, is it? It’s never going to be fine if Naoya gets away with this.

You manage to suck in a breath, and he leans back to look at you, his eyes searching your face, so concerned, so loving. "You okay?"

"No." You admit, and his own expression cracks, just a bit. "But I'll be okay. We'll get him."

"We will, I promise you. If not, I’ll fucking murder him, you got me?” He cups your face as he says it, as you lose yourself in his eyes. “What did he say?”

“I can’t tell you, you’ll fuck up the case. I need your head in the game, you need to get him. Please.” Satoru scowls then, opening his mouth to demand you tell him, when a court officer approaches, looking stern.

"Mr. Gojo, you're needed back in the courtroom." Satoru nods, looking torn.

“I need a break, please, I’ll be back in. Don’t worry, I'm okay.” He frowns, and you feel his energy, his love, as he shakes his head, but you gently push him.

"I love you. I promise I’ll do this right." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before he has to go back in, but his touch lingers, as you hug yourself, trying to control the violent shaking.

If you are going to be a criminal lawyer, you need to try to face this, you need to push past it.

You allow yourself some time before you walk back in, sitting next to this fucking man, and finally watch Satoru work his magic. He gives you a reassuring little smile, and you thank God he doesn’t know what Nouya did just yet, you know he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Your skin crawls as you continue to sit next to this disgusting man, but he’s actually terrified now, his eyes bulging out of his head, as Gojo plays ‘dumb’ and acts so shocked that the witness is ruining his case. He’s waving his hands dramatically, and trying to ‘argue’ his way, half assed of course, and suddenly the prosecution is looking happy.

“Kanna, how are we to believe you!?” Satoru asks, as if he’s really trying to dissuade her, then suddenly, a bailiff is handed evidence, and Satoru once more pretends to look shocked.

It’s a perfect show.

You both had admitted it to evidence by paying the Madam double what Satoru already had, to make it look like the Prosecution had done so. These Prosecution lawyers probably thought they were killing it, beating the Satoru Gojo!? And Satoru let them think so.

The Satoru Gojo, the best lawyer, who never loses, is going to lose on purpose, so he can make sure this fucker disappears.

“What is this!?” Satoru asks, as the judge views it, turning pale.

“This is… please, everyone, allow me a moment.” The judge is so disgusted she walks out for a moment, before convening with the lawyers and the rest of the team. “We will play this, but please be aware, it’s graphic.”

The video so clearly shows Naoya abusing Kanna, and you feel your stomach roll with nausea, tensing, as the jury looks on in horror. Kanna has already been escorted back, and you know she will be going far away, starting hopefully a much better life than she had. You’re ready to vomit, as Naoya is losing his shit, and his family is trying to control him.

Satoru is holding his mouth, as if he’s as sick as the rest of you, at points he couldn’t even look. “Your honor, I have nothing to say, defense rests.”

Everyone in the courtroom is in shock, there’s so much noise that the judge banging her gavel isn’t doing a damn thing, they’re all losing their shit. The famous Gojo rests his case, and he comes up to stand between you and Naoya, who lunges at him, and you see Satoru’s insane blue eyes, his brows up high, grin huge like the joker. He looks fucking crazy.

“Looks like our next talk will be how to keep you off death row.” He says, patting Naoya then on the shoulder, and then he’s just dragging you out, you race in your heels to catch his quick, long strides, until you all are out front.

“Satoru, are you okay? That was-”

“What’d he do? What’d he do fucking tell me.” You blink a bit, as he’s cupping your face so tight, and that insane look is even more insane, his eyes are so bright they hurt you to stare at. You take a shaky breath, looking around, and seeing people filing out of the courtroom.

“Satoru, we can’t right here-”

“I don’t fucking care. Tell me. Now. I have to know what he said to get you that way, what he threatened, he’s clearly a fucking monster!” His voice is breaking, and it breaks your heart to see him this way, as he’s got you in a vice like grip.

“Satoru, you’re hurting me.” You whisper, as he’s squeezing your head so hard it aches, he instantly releases you, pulling you against him and kissing you, shamelessly right there. “Satoru we can’t!”

“You’re fucking mine. I’m so tired of it.” He’s burying his face in your neck, and you know people can see, they’re starting to stop and say things.

“Please calm down.” You ease back a bit, then pull him away further, until you are behind a little alcove in front of the court house, and Satoru is completely on edge, he’s trembling all over. You run your hands gently down his arms. “If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t do something rash.”

“Nope, just tell me.” You sigh again, then hug your own arms, looking down as he studies you. “I need to fucking know baby.”

“Shit. He touched my thigh… and higher. Satoru!” He’s punching the bannister, and you watch it crackling, as he faces you again. “What else?”

“Satoru…”

“What else!?”

You tremble at his tone, you’ve never seen him so unhinged and it’s terrifying you now. “He… said he’d ruin me for you.”

“Fucking what!?”

“It’s fine, we’re going to-”

“I’m done acting so fucking mature. I’m done being the bigger person. He can’t touch you, don't you get it baby? I’ll never let him touch you again.” Satoru slings off his jacked as Naoya is coming right for him, and your heart drops in your stomach.

There’s no reaching Gojo now.

The crowd gathers around the two of you, whispers flying, as Naoya stops right in front of you, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "You think you're so fucking clever, don't you, Gojo?"

Gojo grins, looking terrifying, but Naoya doesn’t back up one bit, as Gojo starts laughing then. "It’s about to get so much worse for you. I wonder which boy will rape you in prison?" Satoru says, his voice deadly calm, his eyes glowing with rage.

Naoya loses his shit then, shoving at him. "You think you can just use me to win your little game? I'll show you what happens when you mess with me."

Satoru steps closer, so close you can feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. "You're already going down, Naoya. This is just the cherry on top, beating you to a fucking pulp for touching her."

You watch as Naoya's eyes narrow, his hands curling into fists, and Naoya swings first, but Satoru is already moving, his fist connecting with Naoya's jaw with a sickening crack. The sound echoes through the air, and Naoya stumbles back, his mouth hanging open in shock, and you watch blood already pouring from Satoru’s huge fist connecting.

You watch in horror as Gojo grabs him, slamming him against the banister, each punch thrown with the precision of a master. It's clearly not Satoru’s first time fighting, he seems to know every spot. Naoya struggles to get a single hit in, but Satoru is ducking, then swinging and punching his stomach.

“I said if you touched her you’d fucking die.” He bites out, as people are now recording on their phones.

Shit.

“Satoru…” You try to get his attention, but he’s well past that, and you want to stop him, but your body is frozen, your heart racing as you watch the man you love beat the living daylights out of the monster that is Naoya.

Satoru is like a force of nature, unstoppable, relentless, and you're both terrified and turned on by the power he exudes, and there’s now the threat of everyone seeing this, seeing him fighting Naoya over you. Naoya lands a hit on Satoru’s pretty face now, and you lose your shit, you snatch up your briefcase, coming behind him and whacking the fuck out of him now.

You can hear the murmurs of the crowd, the gasps, the whispers of shock and excitement as you’ve seemingly joined the fight. “Don’t touch him, you piece of shit!” You growl out, and Naoya coughs up blood, as Gojo grins over at you, pulling you to him for a moment.

“Fuck you’re hot.” He says, and you actually giggle, as he’s covered in blood, kissing you in front of a whole audience.

You all are SO fucked.

Naoya comes and shoves you then, knocking you on your ass, and then Satoru is back on him, knocking him to the ground and straddling him. “I’ll fucking kill you, don’t you dare touch her!”

Naoya’s family is trying to break it up, as are others, but the fight is brutal, each hit landed with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. It seems like it goes on forever, but it's really only a matter of minutes before Naoya is on flat the ground, not moving, and Satoru is kneeling over him, chest heaving as he keeps punching. Naoya isn’t even conscious.

“Satoru… he’s out.” You come to him then, touching his shoulder, so tense and shaking, but he looks up at you, then back at him, and punches his swollen, bruised face again, as you hear the sirens approach.

Shit.

The police come rushing over now, trying to pull Gojo away, but he’s not listening, he’s lost in his rage, until you’re grabbing his shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s over, Toru please stop, please." You’re shaking him, and finally, he’s coming back to reality, looking down at you, his eyes still alight with that rage, but now there’s a hint of something else.

Guilt.

He looks at you, and you just nod, and stand then, and he kisses you, so hard, before the cops can drag him away, whispering in your ear. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it, I’ll get us out of this, I promise. I love you so much, so much.”

“Satoru, I’ll get you out. I’ll head right there okay!?” He nods then, as the cops are putting the love of your life in handcuffs, and the ambulance is taking a completely unrecognizable Naoya away.

You’re left standing there, as Satoru is taken away in the car, and you hop in his, heart racing and hands trembling, as you now have to navigate his car, and you follow the cop car, seeing his bright blue eyes peeking at you from the rear window. You stay right behind them until you get to the jail.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse inside of his car, smacking the wheel as your chest is heaving, as you’re fucking terrified.

You end up having to wait over three hours, agonizing as your friends let you know they’ve already watched the video on youtube. As Suguru and Nanami blow up the phone Gojo left, and there’s an insane amount of calls from Dean Yaga to both of your phones, that go unanswered.

You all are so fucked.

After a long, long wait, they let you bail Satoru out, luckily he had a fuck ton of money in his wallet, because it was hefty, and when he steps out, he is laughing and chit chatting with the cops. They’re patting his back, apologizing for this, and he’s grinning when he finally gets to you.

“Satoru!” You’re in tears, and he picks you up in his arms, hugging you tightly, and the cops clear their throats.

“Let’s go, baby.” Now you’re cleaning Satoru’s wounds in the little hotel bathroom, pulling out different things from the first aid kit.

You gently clean Satoru's face, your trembling hands moving with the gentle precision of a sculptor repairing a cherished masterpiece. Satoru’s beautiful face is a masterpiece, and to see it marred seems so cruel. You’re dabbing on his busted lower lip carefully, before applying antiseptic.

“It might sting.” You murmur apologetically, and he smiles a bit, as his hands sit on the nip of your waist, hands encompassing it.

“I am getting taken care of by the hottest nurse, I’ll not be a little bitch and cry about it.” You snort at that, as his hands now press into your hips, making you melt more and more.

“You’re too positive. Fuck you know what happened…” You exhale, as you continue to wipe him clean, dabbing right on his eye which is swelling a bit. “I’ll get some ice for this.”

“Mmm, you spoil me. Nurse and student fantasies.” You giggle at him, returning with some ice and wrapping a washcloth, placing it on his brow bone.

 His eyes are closed, and his breaths are shallow, but he grips your hips firmly, as if afraid you'll slip away. The room's stark lighting casts stark shadows across his skin, highlighting the raw, red marks where Naoya's knuckles had made contact. The adrenaline rush from the fight has begun to recede, leaving behind a cold wave of fear that now crashes over you,

“I’m scared, Satoru.” You whisper, and Satoru's eyes finally open, meeting yours with a fiery intensity that makes you gasp. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening.

“Don’t be baby girl, I’ll deal with this. I promise, I won’t let it touch you.” He says desperately, and you shake your head, blinking back tears.

“Why don’t you ever worry about you!? Why is it only me!” You’re shaking him by the shoulders, and he lets you, just studying you with heartbreakingly gorgeous eyes.

“I’m rich as fuck, I’ll pay them to keep you at the school.”

“Satoru, what about you!? You’ve done everything to nail him, even losing this damn case, you can’t let this ruin you. Not when you help so many.” You whisper, and now you’re straddling him as he sits at the edge of the tub, and he’s blinking back emotion, his long white lashes dripping with little droplets of tears.

“Who do I help?” His broken voice kills you, you shake your head, gently cupping his cheeks, careful not to hurt him, and he’s gripping your hips bruisingly, as if he never wants to let you go.

“So many people! Satoru you’ve saved lives, you’ve put away murderers-”

“An innocent man!”

“And we’ll get him out! Stop it, you need to know how amazing you are.” He’s crying silently now, you gently brush his tears away, taking a shaky breath. “You’ve saved me in so many ways. You’ve given me arms that make me feel like I’m at home, finally.”

He’s sobbing, resting his head on your chest, and you cling to him, holding him so tightly as he does, his big hands gripping your shirt so tightly you think he’ll rip it right off. Every sob and shake break you internally, as the man you love is so broken, he’s got so much fucking pain.

“I fucked us up too.”

“No! We’ll handle it. We will. Satoru nothing will keep me from this, even if… even if I can’t…”

“Don’t say that, you have to be a lawyer, fuck you’re destined for it. You’re so good baby. I swear to god I won’t let that fuck up.” He looks back to you, and you nod, trembling in his hold as emotions flow, as the little bathroom is suffocating in all the emotion and tension.

“I will do anything for you, Satoru Gojo. Anything.” He picks you up then, moaning, and wincing at the same time. “Satoru, are you okay!?”

“ ‘Tis but a scratch.”

“Did you just quote Monty Python?”

“Good girl.” You giggle, even though it’s fucking insane, even though you are both beyond fucked, even though Satoru just beat up a murderer and everyone knows about you.

Even if your life is ruined, Satoru is here.

Flesh and blood.

“I need you, I need you. Please.” You’re begging as he’s carrying you to the bed, and he exhales, undressing you slowly, unzipping the business skirt you were still wearing, as the moonlight is pouring in through the hotel window. You tremble as he unbuttons your blouse, kissing each inch of exposed skin.

“I’ll give you anything, baby girl.” He murmurs, as your hands are enwrapping in his snowy white hair, so soft in your fingers, and then he’s got you bare aside from a bra and panties. “Beautiful.”

“Oh, Toru…” You’re crying now too, needing him so badly you can’t think, breaths coming quicker when he takes off his shirt, revealing that perfect body. You eagerly run your hands down it, kissing down his chest, until he shoves you down on the bed, right on your back, shaking his head.

“Let me take care of you, baby girl. Please?” He whispers, his eyes dilated so that there’s just a thin blue ring, as his hands caress your sensitive skin, leaving a wake of fire. “Be a good girl f’me, baby?”

“Yes, of course. Of course, Toru. Please.” You whisper, sitting up to undo your bra, letting your breasts bounce out, and he’s groaning, gripping them and squishing them in his hands, kissing down each mound. You cry out at how good it feels when he bites you there, when he squeezes so hard.

“Too rough baby?” You shake your head, and he exhales, kissing around an areola before sucking one of your perky nipples in his mouth, nipping it with his teeth, and your hips buck up at how good it feels. It shoots straight through your tummy, where his hand is sliding down. “I fucking love your body.”

“Th-thank, ah! Toru!” You’re soaking your panties, as he’s slipping his finger down the waistband, moaning when he finds you.

“You’re such a good girl, always so wet f’me baby. Aren’t you?” His voice is hoarse, his finger slipping up and down between your lips, and you’re clutching him so tightly, manicured nails digging in his back, making him hiss. “Yes, fucking mark me, please baby.”

“Toru…” You’re not used to him like this, as his eyes flutter shut over you, and he’s so vulnerable then, so needy, as he whines when you’re finding him over his pants, rubbing. “So hard for me Toru? Show me.”

“Yes baby.” He leans back and takes off his clothes finally, you eagerly go to touch him, feeling his length twitch in your grip, but he shoves you back down, shaking his head. “I need to take care of you.”

“You can do that by fucking my throat?” He groans at that, eyes shutting for a moment, allowing you to look just how beautiful he is as that moonlight hits his alabaster skin.

“You drive me insane. The moment I first looked into your goddamn eyes at that club. No, before, when I saw you just standing there.” You’re blinking rapidly, as he’s taking your panties off, kissing down between your breasts, nipping at the tight skin at your ribcage, and you cry out, growing even wetter as your cunt is exposed to the cool air of the room.

“You did?” You whisper, he looks up with those heartbreaking eyes, nodding and kissing further down, nipping your soft tummy, then even lower, shoving your thighs apart and groaning.

“You didn’t belong there. It’s what I thought. I thought, who is this girl? Why does she make my heart stop?” You’re sobbing, even as much as you’re soaking wet between your thighs, your fucking eyes are too, and you’re arching your back for his hot mouth, as your love grows so much it hurts.

“Satoru, I couldn’t- fuck- stand it when I saw you. You changed everything… at that moment I- ah!” He’s licking your inner thigh, right where it’s at that apex, and you’re shivering at the sensation, then he’s breathing on you, looking up in the night up your body. “I knew I was done for.”

“Knew when I tasted this perfect pussy. When I drank you.” He laps you up then, the way this man devours you, the way he worships you, you can’t stand it, you can’t take it, you’re so close already, you’re shattering with a few flicks of that tongue. He groans against you. “When I saw… those eyes… when you cum…”

“Satoru, please, please. Fuck me. Please.” You beg for him, yanking at his hair now, and he desperately slides up you, as you cup his bruised and cut face, still so beautiful it’s unreal, and you feel that weight on you, feel his body heat pouring through your skin. “Please, Toru. Need you in me.”

“I’ll give you anything.” He shoves inside you then, and you’re screaming, literally screaming at the stretch, at the fill, as your greedy cunt is sucking him right in. “F-fuck, you feel so goddamn perfect, sucking me in s’good.”

“Toru! S’big- ngh I- fucking love your cock, fuck.” He presses on your throat now, squeezing and shoving his cock inside you so deep, to the hilt, you lose oxygen, seeing stars glittering behind your damn eyes.

“Feel me baby girl?” He presses on your stomach then, and you look down, as he moves in and out, seeing a bulge that makes you blush furiously. You just nod, as he still has his other hand on your throat. “Feel me everywhere.”

“I do, Satoru fuck… I do. Everywhere.” You whisper, as he’s choking you tightly, you grip his wrist with one hand, the other clutching to his back, nails digging in again, and he hisses, before pulling back a bit.

“Can you take it hard?” You nod, eagerly, then he exhales, as if he’s been holding back, his consideration touches you, but his cock railing you, ruins you.

“T-T-Toru!” You’re choking out his name, as he’s fucking into you brutally now, as his mad blue eyes dreamily drink your face in, and you lose yourself in them, in Satoru Gojo, as he’s pounding you into the mattress, as he’s taking your breath. You cum so hard you feel like you’re floating, like you’re flying so damn high in the air, and only he brings you back.

Satoru eases his grip on your neck, but now he’s leaning down, pressing one of your thighs up high and fucking even deeper, and you’re close again, already so oversensitive you can’t take it. You’re desperately clinging to his neck, to his shoulders, anywhere and everywhere you can cling to.

“I need… you… forever. Baby. Forever.” He huffs, and his words shock you, as you both had said your love, but…

This is crazy.

Could there be a forever?

You’d do anything to have a forever.

“Yes, Toru, yes… forever. Forever yours. Only you.” You whisper back, your brows drawing together as he’s sweating now, his skin slick as yours is now too, and he’s dripping just a bit, his chest down to your breasts. You’re cumming again, clinging to him so tight, he is groaning as he studies you, so carefully, like you’re the only woman or thing in this world.

“Only me. Only me.” He’s huffing as he works over you, then he’s entwined his hands in yours, your fingers together, and you’re sobbing at how good he feels, as his curved cock drags in your walls. He hisses as they flutter around him, resting his forehead on yours. “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you. Toru. You.” Hushed whispers continue, as Toru relentlessly pounds your pussy, and he’s fucking you into another orgasm, you’re so wet you’re slippery, so wet you hear the lewd squishing. He’s kissing you now, his firm lips on yours, uncaring of his cut, he’s brutal in his kiss.

“Mine. Mine to keep. Protect. Fucking breed.” He says now, looking at you manically, and you’re falling off that edge with him, chest heaving, as he’s pressing his hard chests on your lush breasts, as he’s grinding his cock deep against your cervix and you’re screaming out, arching your back.

He’s kissing down your neck now, and you’re shaking violently. “Breed me, Toru, breed me please.”

“Mmm, baby, fuck!” He’s moaning, he’s whimpering, just as you’re whining out pathetically, and he’s grabbing your hips up, shoving in so deep it hurts, but you crave it, your sloppy cunt is milking him as he releases. “Take it baby. Take it.”

“T-Toru! Ngh!” You’re cumming again, as his huge load of thick cum pours in you, and he’s exhaling, his eyes never leaving yours, lidded and fucked out just like your own, as you both whine at how sensitive you are. “Love you. Want your babies.”

“Want em? Want em in you?” You nod, and he keeps pumping that cum in you, clinging to your hands as he’s kissing you, desperately, and you’re gone now, there’s only you and Satoru Gojo.

No world.

You’d do anything for him. Anything to feel this.

Satoru exhales, leaning up a bit, and you frown when you notice he’s busted his lip back open, gently touching it with your thumb. “Fuck I love you.”

“And I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You whisper, and he kisses you again, you both don’t care about the bit of blood, you greedily take his kisses, as he turns you then, pulling you so close against him, clinging to you. “Oh, Satoru…”

“I fucked up shit.” He’s shaking, so you hold him close, shaking your head as you struggle to come down from the climaxes, from the dizzying madness that consumes you, from Satoru Gojo.

“We’ll figure something out. I’ll do whatever it takes.” He glares down at you, his jaw tense, so tense you see a vein popping out. You run a finger down it, as your thigh is over his own, as you’re a tangle of limbs in the messy bed. “I’ll never fucking leave you, Satoru.”

“Never!? Promise me please.” He begs now, and you nod eagerly, earning more of his messy kisses.

“How could I? There’s nothing but you.” He’s gripping you so tightly to him you swear you hear your damn ribs creak, like he can’t get you close enough. You snuggle to his big body, as reality sets in on you both. “We are in deep shit though.”

“Deep shit. Quicksand of shit. But guess what?”

“What?” You whisper, looking up at him, your messy hair being brushed back by his sure touch.

“I’ll do anything for you.”

His words hurt you, as you know he literally means anything. “Don’t try to sacrifice yourself for me! We’ll do it together.”

“You’re my everything. There’s nothing without you.” You feel those sticky hot tears returning as he caresses your face, as you feel his erratic heartbeat against your palm. You feel his desperation, his energy, his need, and it matches your own.

“Then keep your fucking self safe too. Okay!?” He doesn’t answer you, he’s just caressing your hair, in gentle strokes, so soothing. “Satoru don’t do anything stupid, please.”

“I already did, didn’t I?”

You glare now, shaking at your worry, at your anger, at your love. “We can fix it, or I’ll go down for it. It’s worth it to be with you.”

“I’ll not let shit get you. Never baby.” He kisses you again, and you’re falling apart and being put back together in this damn hotel room, and you’re just trying to avoid the reality of tomorrow in his strong arms.

Ao3 chap https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/150274354

Silent Serenades

♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

♔ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x you - in this chap it's Satoru Gojo x mistress, Suguru Geto x you It's messy and will get messier :)

♔ Warnings: Mentions of sex, infidelity, mentions of past self harm, reader has an illness, mentions of eating habits, some descriptions of readers looks (not completely ambiguous) cruelty from Duke Gojo. OOC. So much ANGST. Gojo is TERRIBLE you're warned

♔ Word count this chap: 6.2 k

♔ Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, it’s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you, and now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage. Royal AU, dark bridgerton vibes, Cruel Gojo x reader. OOC Det in 1800s England. Gojo is awful at first, HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you

♔Part One - ♔ Playlist

Part Two

You’re sitting at the long, elegant breakfast table in the Gojo manor, cutting up a delectable crepe that you’d help make, just a week later. You’re blissfully alone, until you hear giggling down the hall, and it’s your ‘husband’ Duke Gojo, and one of his mistresses. She seems to be the main one he enjoys, a short little redhead who dresses most scandalously.

He pauses as he’s near the table, looking at you now. You elegantly dab the corner of your mouth with a napkin, smiling at them. “Hello Miss Catherine, would you enjoy breakfast?” You ask, earning Gojo’s icy blue glare, he just hates it so much when you offer in the morning.

“I cannot impose your grace, but thank you kindly.” She curtseys, and is flushed pink, you nod with a little smile, at least she had manners… aside from fucking your husband of course.

“Of course. I hope you have safe travels.” Her eyes glisten then, as she looks at Gojo, then at you, then down at her feet, wringing her hands.

“Thank you, your grace is far kinder than you should be.” She leaves then, excusing herself to Gojo, who comes and sits next to you, plopping down and glaring, long legs spread wide.

“Why are you so bloody cordial to her?” He demands, you just give him a look, pursing your lips.

“You want me to be rude to your lover? That would displease you.”

“But you’re nice… how-”

“I shall not displease you as a wife, even if I cannot fulfill all duties.” You turn your nose up then, tilting your chin up, feeling his glare bore through you as you bite another piece, moaning softly. His eyes drop to your lips, just staring, making you nervous. “Have something on my face?”

“Syrup, you’re quite messy.” You lick your lip then, and he’s glaring as if you’ve created such a transgression. “How can you be so nice!?”

“I’m stuck in this situation, miserable… Why be more miserable.” You mumble, then curse yourself internally, you’ve revealed too much. You clear your throat then with a little smile. “Would you like breakfast, dear husband?”

“I suppose, you’re over there feasting, going to have to tie your corset strings tight to accommodate.’ Your fork clatters to your plate then, gaze locking with his, and he’s raised a thin white brow.

“Eating is unattractive, perfect, I’ll continue on. I’m unattractive to you anyway.” You shove another bite in your mouth, closing your eyes and making a show of moaning in pleasure as you do.

“Everything you do is unattractive.” He quips, earning a quirk of your lips.

“Splendid, everything is in order then.” You brightly smile, hiding the intense pain you feel every day next to this cruel man. You will never allow him to see you weak, hurt, ever again though.

“I’ll have some, if it has you stuffing your face so. I don’t usually see you eat much.” He grumbles then, and you ring for one of the servants to bring more, asking her with a polite smile.

“True, my appetite is small usually.” You say, and soon a plate of crepes is in front of Gojo, and he cuts it elegantly, biting and chewing thoughtfully, before moaning, lapping up the cream on top with a tongue along his lip.

“It’s delicious. Thank the cook for me.” He says to the servant then, Gojo was actually very kind to them all, it’s only you who earns his ire.

“Your grace. It’s the Duchess who prepared this.” She curtsies then leaves, and Gojo scowls at you, those vivid blue eyes boring through your soul.

“You?” He speaks as if you've truly been doing something terrible. You can't stop your eye roll.

“Indeed. No worries, it's not poisoned.” You take a sip of your coffee, sighing as it hits your throat. You’re asthmatic and at times coffee is all that can help, it’s been flaring lately from all the upset of living with him.

“Why would you cook? You’re a lady, a duchess. Not a kitchen wench.” You scoff a bit, leaning back in your chair.

“I enjoy cooking, my parents allowed me to always spend time in the kitchens. Is this unacceptable as a wife?”

“I… I mean… no. I’ll not stop you from cooking.” He bites it again, sighing happily, long white lashes fluttering shut. “I’d prefer you as a cook than a wife.”

Ah, there it is, the knife twisting. Daily.

“I’m sure you would. I would also, then I could happily marry some baker somewhere, couldn’t I?” He’s back to scowling, hand taking the juice in his crystal glass and sipping, scowling over the rim.

“A baker over a Duke?”

“Indeed, anyone that looks at me kindly would do. As you look at Miss Catherine in fact. But she is beautiful, isn’t she?” You raise a challenging brow.

“Indeed she is.” He huffs, looking away then, snatching up a newspaper and pretending to read it. He does this every morning. “You think you’re so beautiful.”

“I think everyone is beautiful in their own way.” He peeks up, pursing full lips at you now. “I’m not beautiful to you, but I am to others. That’s fine for me. I do not presume such desire from you, and I never will. Even when we’re not having babies, and they ask. I assume you’ll have some with your very loud mistress.”

“I will not have babies with my mistress, blasted you’re a fool.” Satoru Gojo brushes his hair back now, frustratedly. “I suppose if we’re forced at some point…”

“I’ll just blame it on me. Don’t worry, we’ll never have to.” You sip your bitter coffee again as his lips part. “I’ll never force that upon you.”

“Well… I…” He looks flushed suddenly, not even meeting your gaze, throwing down his newspaper. “Good, we’re in agreement.”

“Indeed. How are those crepes?”

“Passable.” It’s such a lie, as his plate is entirely gone, but now that he knows it is you who made them, he can’t give you a compliment. “Lord Geto will be here tonight, he for some reason enjoys your presence.”

“Ah, I can’t imagine why. I’m so intolerable.”

“You’ve a smart mouth.”

“I’ll shut up then, your grace. I shall not displease my husband.” You sip your coffee again, and he’s sputtering.

“What’s wrong with you!?”

“A lot, apparently, according to you.”

“You act so bloody calm! Are you inept? I’m fucking her in the room right next to you, do you not hear?”

“I do indeed, it’s quite bothersome but as long as you’re pleased, husband.” That word spills like venom out of your mouth, for he should have never been so. “You’d have me be rude to sweet Miss Catherine?”

“I… you…” He stands then, knuckles gripping the table so hard they’ve gone white now. “Prepare a fine dinner, and I’ll be inviting Miss Catherine, so I’m not bored with you all night.”

“Oh, of course, shall I prepare her a dress too, your grace? I’m not sure she has anything elegant.” He throws his silverware to his plate, clattering, and you smile, sugary sweet up at him. “Am I overstepping? Of course you should buy her a wardrobe, worry not for me, I have my old things.”

“I’ll buy you a bloody wardrobe, you cannot go to the season in old gowns.”

“No need.”

“I will!” He steps up to you, and you feign confusion as he bends down, eyes drinking you in carefully, vermillion lips opening and closing. You see his pretty face far too close. How can someone be made so beautiful and be so cruel? “I’ll have you at the modiste tomorrow.”

“Should I bring Miss Catherine-” Satoru Gojo slams his hand on the table now, his other hand grabbing your chin.

“You feel nothing when I flaunt her? When I fuck her loudly? When I invite her to everything? When I touch her…” His caress sends shivers down your spine, as he holds your face like it's something delicate, when he so clearly hates you.

“Nothing, dear husband, why should I? You're not truly mine, just in circumstance.” You smack his hand down, smiling fake right up at him, watching his left eye twitch with anger.

“Do you feel anything or are you just this… shell of a woman.” You are making me this way to survive.

“Who am I but an obedient wife. I shall make sure Miss Catherine is so welcome, and Lord Geto.”

Satoru stomps away then, and you allow yourself to drop this fucking facade for just one moment, breathing in quick, shallow pants. You throw the warm coffee down your throat, coughing and rubbing your collarbone now, shaking as the emotions hit you so goddamn hard your throat is constricted.

“Your Grace…” Your Nanny has come now, you’ve loved her your entire life, she comes to caress your back so carefully. You inhale her familiar scent, sighing. 

Watching you like this has been killing her, you know.

“Prepare a meal for Lord Geto and Miss… Catherine.” The name tastes like bile on your tongue, and you watch your Nanny’s own anger. “I’m fine, Nan.”

“It’s unacceptable, even for a Duke. I’m so worried…”

“Do not worry.” Though you barely want to wake in the morning. “I will be just fine, Nan.”

“Lord Geto adored you.”

You blink back emotion, feeling that tightness again. “I know.”

“Should you allow this and do nothing?”

“I… can’t stop him.”

“You could have happiness.” She whispers, holding your hands tightly. You look down at that, nervously, lashes casting shadows under your tired eyes. “I’ve overstepped.”

“No, no… I will think of that later. Let us prepare the staff.”

“Indeed.” She kisses your cheek, and you damn near cry from that, and then you go about your duties, as the Duchess.

The dinner  that night was a grand affair, with the long, candlelit table dressed in pristine white linens, a bouquet of red and white roses in the center. The silverware sparkled, and the crystal glasses sang with the promise of fine wine. You had taken special care to ensure that every detail was perfect, from the delicate china to the scented candles that cast a warm glow over the room.

You had overseen every bit of the meal as well, and as Satoru comes down with Miss Catherine on his arm, even he pauses a bit. Catherine’s eyes light up. “This is so beautiful, your Grace!”

You give her a little nod of your head. “Thank you, I worked a lot on this, I hope it’s adequate, husband?”

He blinks a bit, for his manor had never been so spotless, nor had anything been set up so extravagant, but all he does is shrug one broad shoulder, wrapping an arm around Catherine’s waist. She did not wear a corset, she wore some looser dress that showed an insane amount of her bosoms, to the point it was obscene, but Gojo probably enjoyed it.

“It’s passable.” Catherine blinks up at him a bit.

“It’s beautiful!”

“Did I ask you?” He says tersely, removing his hand, and she just pouts a bit, wringing her hands in front of herself.

“Sorry your Grace.” He rolls his eyes, then takes in your outfit slowly, as if he was analyzing every bit of you. You were wearing a very beautiful crimson gown with beading on the square shaped bodice. You also had lace along the puffed sleeves, and it’s cinced in the middle tightly, making your waist look impossibly tiny. His look lingers on your bodice, at the hint of breasts pushed up in the neckline.

It was lower cut but nothing too revealing, and you had looked in the mirror and saw how beautiful you looked, though you knew you pale in comparison to anyone for your husband. So you did not dress for him, no, you dressed for your role, as the perfect Duchess.

“You look a vision if I may say, your Grace.” Catherine whispers, and you smile a bit at that.

“Thank you Miss Catherine. This was one of my favorite gowns. I hope it’s passable for the dinner?” You ask Satoru then, and his eyes are dilated now, as he slowly licks a glossy lower lip.

“Passable.” He manages, shrugging again, then pulling Catherine back against him, kissing down her neck.

That knife in your chest twists, as you realize you could look the most beautiful, hair perfectly coifed in ringlets, glittering rubies on your neck, rouge on your cheeks… it did not matter that you glitter under these chandeliers. You’re disgusting to him, he makes it so clear as he fondles Catherine.

The doorbell rings and you realize Lord Geto is here, and his arrival was like a breath of fresh air for you, his tall, commanding presence filling the room. His dark brown eyes light up when he sees you, coming over with a bottle of wine in his hands, he bends down and takes your bare hand, kissing the back of it. You feel Satoru’s angry gaze on you both.

“Thank you so very much, Lord Geto.” You whisper, feeling your cheeks heat when his eyes drink you in, his lips parting. His straight nose has nostrils flaring when he steps back and looks fully at you.

“Forgive me, you’re the most beautiful vision I’ve seen. I was left rather… well, stupid.” You giggle behind your hand at that, shaking your head.

“You go on too much.” You shove him playfully with a couple fingers, taking in his dark blue suit.

“You do go on too much.” Satoru says, and now Suguru takes in his friend and Miss Catherine, and his eyes go wide, darting between you and them.

“The fuck is this, Satoru?” Suguru says then, and Satoru pulls Miss Catherine up more to introduce her.

“My mistress. Say hello, Catherine.”

He scowls now, then looks back at you again. “Your mistress comes to dinner parties with nobility?”

Satoru scowls himself now. “It’s just you, Suguru, of course she can’t come to typical ones.”

“Just me… and that’s acceptable?” He gestures to her, and Satoru scoffs, as Catherine looks down nervously. “In front of your wife!?”

“She cares not. Do you, Duchess?” You sigh, putting on that mask you’ve used all week now.

“Miss Catherine is here every day. So… why not have her for dinner? Whatever pleases my husband.”

“What the actual fuck is happening here? Can’t even be discreet? What would your family think.”

“I care not what they think. Now, let’s eat, are you hungry love?” He cooes to her, and she nods, blushing on her pale cheeks. He leads her to the table and scooches her chair close, looking right at you as if hoping for a response, but you just clutch the wine bottle in your hand, smiling up at an appalled Suguru.

“Let’s sit, yes?” You say softly, and he sighs, nodding and coming to sit next to you, across from Satoru and his lover.

You played the gracious hostess, greeting them with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, a smile that further infuriates Gojo. He seems to hate how little you pretend to care, so you continue that way.

Suguru saw right through you though, his gaze was sharp as the first course was served, you felt his hand cover yours under the table. You tense a bit, at just how good it feels, to be touched, and how his big hand takes yours over. He squeezes just a bit, under that tablecloth, sipping wine with his other hand.

“You’re not okay with this. You can’t be.” He says softly, and you just shrug slightly, turning your hand and entwining it with his, and he sucks in a breath a bit, as his dark lashes lower over his eyes.

“I have no choice but to be.”

“It’s disgusting.”

“He said I’m disgusting. So.” Suguru glares now, his grip so tight you wince a bit, as he looks at his friend, who’s being fed by Catherine, she dabs his mouth with a handkerchief softly, giggling.

“You know that’s not true. So beautiful I couldn’t form a word.” You look down now, staring at an elegantly tied cravat.

“You were always too kind.”

“What are you two talking about over there?” Satoru asks, popping a bite of food into his mouth and chewing. You pull your hand away, even if he cannot see, earning a frown from Suguru.

“How beautiful the Duchess is. Don’t you agree, Satoru?” He asks, and raises a brow as Satoru glares at him, then at you.

“Passable.” He says for the third time that day. Or was it the fourth. “She’s of no interest to me, not my type. What’s it matter to you?”

“Perhaps you require spectacles if you think she’s not. Especially, and I mean no offense Miss Catherine, sitting next to her and finding her better company.”

“She’s beautiful, Lord Geto.” You say, earning his scowl, and Gojo’s, for what you didn’t know. And Miss Catherine is pouting.

“The Duchess is the most stunning lady, all of the Ton says so, they say it in every paper.” She says, and now Gojo is more annoyed clearly, slamming back the wine and having another poured by one of the servants.

“Thank you Miss Catherine.” You say, and Geto’s anger radiates through his body as he watches them, gulping down his own wine. “Lord Geto… tell me how you have been.”

He clearly didn’t wanna let this go, but he pushes it back, and now the conversation around the table flowed as smoothly as the wine, but you could feel the undercurrents of this tension. Miss Catherine giggled too loudly, and Gojo’s arm is around her shoulders, but his eyes are never leaving yours, as he caresses her bare skin and it makes you sick.

The meal progressed, with dish after dish parading out from the kitchen. The aromas wafted around the room, tantalizing everyone’s senses. Yet, you felt nauseous, unable to take a bite without feeling like you’d choke, throat feeling tight. Geto noticed, his gaze flickering to your plate with concern.

“You’ve eaten nothing, Duchess.” He says softly, and you try to take a little scoop of the soup apologetically.

“She ate like a pig this morning. So perhaps she tightened that corset a few laces tighter.” You put your spoon down, as you choke back emotion, hatred, but the tears begin to form, and Gojo looks down now, clearing his throat.

“You’re a fucking dick, Satoru. Please eat something.”

“No, he’s correct, I ate a lot this morning.” You take a sip of water now, as you blink back tears, and you fail at it, because everyone in the room watch them glisen under the soft lighting.

 “You should eat, it’s very delicious.” Gojo says then, you are so confused you just stare at him. “The soup is very good.”

“The soup.” The man had basically told you to not eat, and now seems to feel bad perhaps? But it means nothing, his sad attempts at feeling sorrow for his miserable actions.

“I’ll refrain from making those crepes. So I should not lace so tightly.” You say instead, and Satoru won’t even look at you now. Catherine is a good bit heavier than you, so you can’t fathom what he means, as you’re not considered anything other than an ideal size to society. Even if you were heavier, you did not deserve such treatment, but he says nothing as Catherine wolfs down food..

It’s just you. He just hates you.

“The crepes were very good though.” His blue gaze hits you over his glass now, something in them you can’t describe, as you trail your slender fingers over the stem of your own glass. “Do not let me stop you from eating if you wish to.”

“I’ll do whatever pleases you, husband.” He reddens in the face, as you sip your wine, wishing you could throw it back, but you cannot, you’re a lady, aren’t you?

 You tried to ignore the way Gojo’s fingers danced along Miss Catherine’s skin, but it was like a knife to your soul with every touch, as she’s so free and happy with him, and all you can do is sit stiffly, with your back straight, cutting your food just so. You have to be perfect. Don’t you?

Perfect.

Composed. You cannot lose that.

Stay calm.

As the evening grew late, and the wine flowed more freely, the conversation grew more heated. Gojo’s laughter grew louder, his jokes more crude, and Miss Catherine’s giggles more frequent. Geto’s eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface. He leaned in closer to you, his voice a low murmur. “This isn’t right. You deserve better than this.”

“What I deserve is irrelevant. This is the hand I’ve been dealt, and I will play it as best I can.” You replied, your voice steadier than you felt. His legs spread a bit, and you flush as your thigh feels his well muscled one under the silk of your dress. He leans back, studying you with concern.

The dessert was served, a decadent chocolate torte with raspberry sauce that you had made from scratch. As you watched Gojo feed a piece to Miss Catherine with his own fork, you felt a strange sense of detachment. You were no longer the shy, hopeful girl who’d entered this manor, were you?

Perfect.

Composed.

Stay calm.

You were the Duchess now.

“This is so decadent, your Grace! What is this recipe?” Miss Catherine asks now, clearly drunk. You tense a bit.

“I made it.” The room is silent, and Satoru puts his fork back in a piece, looking at you for a moment, before feeding her another bite of it.

Something within you snapped. You stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. “Excuse me, I believe I need some fresh air,” you announced, your voice cool and collected. The room fell silent as you made your way to the doors, the fabric of your gown sweeping the floor behind you, softly swishing, as your slippered feet tapped on those marble floors.

Perfect!?

Composed!?

Your throat tightens as the night air meets you, and you inhale it greedily, crisp and cold, a stark contrast to the stifling tension of the dinner party. You stepped out into the garden, the very garden you’d first learned that your life was going to be miserable. If Satoru was anything, he was honest, as he had made sure to fuck whoever he wanted.

You just didn’t realize how much it was breaking you down. You shut your eyes, trying to focus on the calming scent of the blooming flowers and the soothing sound of the fountain. It’s running, splashing, and you focus on that sound, trying to let your mind go, to compose yourself.

Perfect…

Composed…

You want to punch him in the face, your nails are digging into your palms as you picture just that. Then you’d like to smack that smirk off his face, then turn and smack Miss Catherine too. Then, you’d like to-

“Duchess…” You gasp when you open your eyes, and Lord Geto is there, hands in his pockets, concern written all over his handsome face. His dark brown hair is long and silky, half put up, blowing gently in the breeze.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it. I’m trying.” You speak through gritted teeth, stepping further into the gardens, into the night, with the moonlight shimmering down.

“How can you take it at all? It’s disgusting. I’m so sorry I don’t know what he’s even thinking…” He follows you until you reach a bench, and you gesture for him to sit with you.

“He told me on the wedding day he wants anyone but me. So, we have done… absolutely nothing. And… never will.”

Suguru sputters at that, before running a hand over his face. “Let me talk some sense into him, I-”

“No, no. I feel it in how he looks at me. I’m intolerable.”

“Intolerable!? You know better. You know how every lady wants to be you, how every gentleman wishes you were theirs.” He’s gripping your shoulders, bare where he touches, and you soak up the warmth, as you soak in his sweet looks, and you whimper before you can stop it.

“I’m so sorry!” You pull back, turning away then, burying your face in your hands, but he’s got a big hand on your waist now, and it feels far too good.

“Look at me, Duchess.” You tentatively look back, and find yourself face to face with Lord Geto, your husband’s best friend, but that was far from your mind, when he cups your face. It’s not like the cold grab of Gojo, it’s delicate, it’s sweet, and your eyes lock then. “You deserve so much better than this.”

“I do?” You ask softly, and he scoffs a bit, thumb brushing an errant tear that escaped away.

“No one deserves this, but especially not you. He hasn’t even…”

“Nothing. He said he would never.”

“So get an annulment then, if that is how he will be.”

“I can’t just do that! My family planned this all. I am stuck forever, alone and unwanted and…”

“You’re not unwanted.” His voice is husky, drawing your attention to him, as your own hand slides up his chest, up his stark dress shirt. “I’d make you feel so beautiful.”

“Lord Geto…” Your tears are falling pathetically now, you can’t stop them, and he’s got both his hands on your face, swiping them away.

“I can’t do what I want, but I assure you I want… a lot.” Vivid images fly through your mind, as your heart starts racing, pulse hammering in your throat. “But I will beg forgiveness for this, because I can’t have you thinking this way, I can’t see you suffering and not…”

“Not what, Lord Geto?” He leans even closer, your lips just barely not touching, and you can’t breathe for a moment, as you realize what is happening.

“Kiss you, show you how worthy you are. Will you forgive this transgression?” He asks, and you scoot even closer, nodding.

“Kiss me, please. Please.” He moans, his eyes fluttering shut, then his lips descend on yours, and it’s nothing like the cold peck Gojo gave you, it’s hot, demanding, eager. You whimper into the kiss, opening your mouth, and his tongue darts in, as his hands slide down your body, the sides of your breasts, awakening them.

“Is it too much?” He whispers, pulling back, and you shake your head, now you are pulling him by the lapels of his suit.

“No, no. I don’t know what to do. Your tongue…”

“I wish it could taste every bit of you.” Now you’re blushing in the night, as his big hands take over your waist. “I won’t get to, but let me show you how much I’d die to have a moment with you. Just move your tongue back?”

“Yes, yes.” He’s back kissing you, and your tummy clenches, this heat in your core you’d barely felt before, as you move yours back tentatively, and you feel his grip tighten, his exhale, as Suguru holds you with his big hands, as he kisses you so passionately.

You feel so desired, as he’s gasping, as he’s pulling you damn near in his lap, gazing at you then with dilated pupils when he pulls back. “Fuck you’re perfect… you’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Lord Geto. Thank you.” You tentatively peck a kiss on his neck then, making him moan, the sound you’d heard from Gojo’s chambers. His arms gently push you back a bit though.

“I cannot stand how badly I want you. Now it’s worse.” He looks up at the sky for a moment, breathing then looking back at you, smiling softly. “There is life in those gorgeous eyes now.”

“Is there?” You ask nervously, Suguru kisses your forehead sweetly, trying to compose himself.

“Don’t let him ruin it. I’ll see if I can get him to stop this. I promise I’ll try.” Suguru is running his fingers across your jawline now, exhaling, his breath warm against your collarbone as he pecks a kiss there, shocking you. “Forgive me for this.”

“Nothing to forgive. I will not speak of it. It’s not as if… he is not all over another woman.”

“If I weren’t his best friend I’d be licking under your skirts.” You gasp, and he chuckles a bit. “Forgive that.”

“You aren’t such a gentleman, are you Lord Geto?” You ask, giggling a bit, fuck he makes you feel happy? Doesn’t he?

He helps you to stand now, holding your hands. “I’m trying to be. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t cheer you up. I know, I’ll come back soon with a gift.”

“You should do no such thing!”

“I will. And to check on you. Come, let’s go inside.”

Your mind lingers to that kiss later that night, when you walk by Gojo’s chambers, and he’s left them cracked open. You peer in for a moment, seeing Catherine on top of him, riding him and crying out, as his big hands grip her backside. He’s softly moaning, and then catches sight of you. You back away, but he says nothing, he just watches you as he fucks into her.

Right at you.

His blue eyes are vivid as they do, as he moans and pumps up into her, and you feel a horrible mix of feelings when you walk away, down the hall. Your lips still tingle with Suguru’s kisses, your body has reacted to him eagerly, but that cannot be. You can never be with him, you’re stuck here, alone.

But it has given you hope.

Suguru had talked to him and ended up in a huge argument in Satoru’s study, until Suguru had stormed off angrily, and Satoru had simply slammed the door after. You hadn’t heard much, but it was a lot of Geto telling him to treat you better, and Gojo not listening. You appreciate Geto’s effort, but there is no helping it.

Your Nan is brushing your hair, as you now have on a thin white night shift, and she bends down a bit, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You quite enjoyed Lord Geto, didn’t you?”

“Nan… yes. I did very much. But… he’s Gojo’s best friend. So nothing can come from it.”

“Did you all…”

“Kiss.” You squeal a bit, and Nan is smiling softly, hugging you gently around your shoulders. “It’s scandalous.”

“What’s scandalous is your husband having her at dinner. I am worried that if you find no comfort, you will hurt yourself.” She grabs your wrist, where there was a line, and she had found you that way, many years ago. You rub it softly, sighing.

“I will not, I promise Nan.”

Perfect.

Composed.

You must be this way.

“Do not feel bad for it, you do not deserve this treatment, what have you done to earn any anger, any cruelty? You’ve done nothing but be perfect.”

Perfect.

Composed.

“Perhaps you should go to the modiste tomorrow, get away from this…”

“Hell hole?”

She smirks at that, nodding. “That word, my Lady.”

“Indeed, getting out would not hurt. I will do so.” The door opens then, and Gojo stands there shirtless, earning a glare from Nan, who he grins at.

“I need to speak with my wife.” She curtseys, looking at you worriedly, but you nod at her, standing in the large, elegant room, and Satoru is walking to you as the door clicks shut.

“I’m sorry that I looked. I meant no disrespect.” You say then, and he crosses his arms, tilting his head as he looks at you.

“You’re apologizing for watching me cheat on you?” He demands, and you just nod, looking down.

“I know better than to.”

“Did you get curious?” His hand brushes back your hair, and you tremble, why don’t you hate his touch!?

“I suppose so. Not very ladylike of me.” His hands glide down your shoulders, and he’s even closer, his eyes swirling like storms in the night as his lids lower. He’s gleaming with sweat, with her all over him.

“I could be so convinced to show you things. If you begged me.” You slap his hand off then, glaring.

“I’ll never beg anyone. I don’t need to.”

“Oh no?”

“No, do you know how easily I could do what you do?” His eyes narrow, and he grips you tightly now, but you tilt your chin up, as your mind whirls with what Suguru had said. It’s as if it’s lit a fire, dim but there.

“Oh could you? You’re so conceited.”

“Me!? Me!? You!”

“You are!”

“You!” You shove him again, making him practically growl. “I let you fuck her anytime, I let her come to dinner, I’m doing everything perfect. Why do you insist on not leaving me alone?”

“You looked at me as if…” He trails off then, pulling your body against him, cool breath on your cheeks when he bends down. “You want me.”

“Fear not, I absolutely do not want you.”

He blinks as if you’ve hit him. Good.

“I was curious about the act, that's all. Perhaps I’ll find out on my own.” Now he’s squeezing you bruisingly, his chest rising and falling.

“Do you feel nothing at all!? Ever!? Are you made of ice?”

“You’re the cold one here, Satoru Gojo. Duke. What did I do to deserve any of this at all!”

“You didn’t…” He trails off, that same unreadable look on his handsome face, as he pulls back, releasing you. “I wouldn’t have done it, even if you begged.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Then we’re on the same page. I won’t watch again, perhaps shut the door?”

“Shut the door. That’s all you have to say.”

“Mmhmm, oh tell Catherine good night for me.”

Duke Gojo laughs now, but it’s without humor, running a hand through his snowy white hair, messing it up. “Tell her good night!”

“Indeed. If that’s all?” You tap your bare foot on the cold floor, crossing your arms under your breasts, and you struggle to stay calm as his eyes roll down your body. “What, need to tell me I got fat from a crepe?”

“You’re nowhere near fat, stupid girl.” Your head falls back a bit in surprise, and he looks surprised as well, sighing then.

“Are you apologizing?”

“No, just stating… that it was incorrect to suggest otherwise.”

“Oh.” You look at him in shock now, as he’s on edge, so tense you can feel it in the air of the room. “Thanks?”

“Thanks for what? I’ve done nothing to earn a thanks.” Satoru’s stance is defeated, as he turns away now, his fists clenched on his sides. “How do you remain so composed? So perfect.”

Perfect.

Composed.

“It’s not as easy as it looks, but it’s my duty as a wife.” You say softly, and his head turns, as you study the strong muscles of his back, wishing you did not find that attractive at all.

“You’ll go to the modiste tomorrow, yes?”

“I will if you wish me to, husband.”

“You do anything I wish.”

“That’s my role, your Grace.” He leaves then, pausing at the door to look back at you, opening and closing his mouth as if to say something, but then he just… leaves.

You take a shaky breath as you lay down on your bed, far too big for just one person, but that’s how it would stay. A momentary apology… well not an apology but a lack of cruelty… could not fix this. Suguru gave you no hope for Gojo, no it gave you hope that perhaps you could find happiness, even in this horrible situation, so that you don’t hurt yourself.

You rub that scar again, your past was not as perfect as many thought, but you are strong. You’ll do this.

As you slumber that night, it’s a mix of dreams, of Suguru kissing you everywhere, and you finding that same pleasure you watched Lady Catherine get. But, instead of looking down at Suguru’s handsome face as you ride him, he shifts, and now it’s Satoru’s pretty face under you. Hungry blue eyes, white hair falling over his brow, as he grabs your hips.

No, no, no.

You awaken in the middle of the night, and force yourself back to sleep, to dream of anything other than the cruel man in the next room. Must he not even allow you to have a bloody dream? Now in your slumber it’s another man, blond and tall… you can’t see his face, because he’s kissing down your neck.

Who is he?

i'm seriously obsessed with this series

Silent Serenades

♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

♔ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x you - in this chap it's Satoru Gojo x mistress, Nanami x you It's messy and will get messier :)

♔ Warnings: Sex, infidelity, mentions of past self harm, panic attacks, cheating on both ends, cruelty from Duke Gojo. OOC. ANGST. Say hello to Mr. Nanami hehe. Gojo is TERRIBLE still, you're warned

♔ Word count this chap: 7.8k

♔ Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, it’s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you, and now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage. Royal AU, dark bridgerton vibes, Cruel Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England. Gojo is awful at first, HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you

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Part Three

The next day, you had your Nanny help you dress into a simple blue dress that hugged your curves just right, but wasn’t too revealing. You had your hair up in a neat bun, with little ringlets framing your face, along with a little bonnet that has a pretty blue ribbon wrapped around under your chin.

“You look stunning, Lady Gojo.” She says softly, and you smile at her in the mirror.

“Thank you, Nan. I feel more… determined this morning. I shall have a good day, no matter what.” You say with a little smile, and she hugs you tight, you hesitantly head down the grand, winding staircase, and when you turn toward the door you bump right into Satoru’s hard body.

“Oof!” You nearly fall, but for some reason he catches you, his arm wrapping your waist before you careen on your backside. You gasp, looking up at him then, and his face is soft for just a moment as he holds you, as he looks at your face carefully, then lower. “I’m so clumsy. I’m sorry.”

He eases you to stand, adjusting his own blue suit that he is wearing, along with a brocade vest and elegantly tied cravat. His trousers are clinging to his well formed thighs, along with a glimmering pair of hessian boots. You may despise him but the man clearly dresses impeccably, something you also do, though he’d likely never admit such things.

“You are quite clumsy indeed. Off to town?” He asks, he’s brushing himself off as if to get the touch of you away. You nod nervously, looking down a bit, fiddling with the lace on your dress.

“I am indeed, do you need anything while I am out? The modiste is right by all sorts of shops.” You ask, earning a raised brow, pursed full lips… his eyes raking over you cruelly. You tense.

“I need nothing from you but for you to not exist, perhaps.” You gasp then, stepping back at the insanely harsh words, from nothing. He sighs, blinking a bit, running a hand through silky white hair before looking at you, then when he sees your tears, his haughty expression changes.

You say nothing, as you feel your chest pounding with your heart’s rhythm, your throat constricting. Composed and perfect, how!? How when you try so hard to be kind and he so casually destroys you, destroys that positivity you’d cultivated this morning. You tremble as you fight your tears, but soon they’ve overtaken you, and you’ve turned away, clutching your throat as it wracks through you.

You’re damn near hyperventilating when he has a hand on your shoulder, that burns you and fills you with disgust. “I shouldn’t have said that, are you…” You turn to glare up at him through your tears, and it’s the first time you see emotion in his face, his eyes swirling with a thin film of moisture. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I try so hard… every day… to just… to just…” You can’t breathe now, and you can feel the blood pressure rising, you can feel your fingertips go numb as your lungs refuse to work.

“Please, let’s sit, you’re-”

“Hands… off…” You’re practically wheezing now, but Gojo doesn’t remove his damn hands, he’s trying to lead you to sit down on the steps, and you’re smacking at him through the blurry vision of your tears.

“Can I get you something, you don’t look good. You-”

“You… don’t… care. Let me… not breathe…” You feel like you’ll faint then and there, as your hands press on your throat, and Gojo is gripping your shoulders, turning you around then, before you know it he’s yanked at your corset strings, loosening them, and you finally get a breath, leaned over the rail, shaking.

He’s rubbing you right between your shoulder blades as you sit on the step in front of him, trembling as oxygen comes back. You hate his touch, you hate him, you hate him so much. “Breathe.”

You want to laugh, but you can’t manage to.

Breathe as if it’s so simple.

It’s quiet as he’s rubbing your back, and it feels… calming, and you hate it, hate his touch, with his long, elegant fingers brushing bare skin. “I’m quite alright now, you may go. Do not let me ruin your day.”

His hand pauses its gentle brushes, now one is sliding down to your shoulder, and his exhale makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “You lace your corset far too tightly, it’s digging into your back.” He makes you tremble as he runs his touch down the red criss cross marks left on your delicate skin.

“I have to make sure I don’t look bigger to you than I already do to you.” You whisper harshly, and he laughs, dark and husky.

“I already said that wasn’t true. Don’t expect me to repeat that.”

“Yes, well. Why not let me stop breathing, it would solve your problems, wouldn’t it?” You turn then, chest heaving as your body greedily sucks in breaths. “You wouldn’t have to look upon my face again.”

He blinks a bit, lips setting in a terse line as his jaw clenches, hands falling down to his sides. “I shouldn’t have said it that way.”

“Is that one of your half ass apologies again? What have I done to deserve any of this, I ask again. Any of this.”

“You need to calm down, you’re all red again.” He’s touching an overheated cheek, so you smack his hand away, earning a more typical glare from him.

“There were times I wished I didn’t exist.” You rub that scar then, looking away in the distance, your heart starts to slow down finally. His eyes dart to the action and he takes your hand in his, looking down in confusion, you yank it back quickly.

He gulps now, eyes locked there, looking visibly more pale. “I did not mean I wished you dead. I meant… not in my life.”

You blink back that emotion, wishing you could fully hide your reactions, but he pushes you until you’ll break. “I also wish I wasn’t in your life, Duke.”

You both sit there, hatred and anger lingering between you, forcing you to stand then, swiping at your face. “You cried.”

“Imagine that. Even I have a breaking point.” You adjust your dress then, as he stands, tall and looming over you.

“Turn, I’ll fix them looser.” You want to argue, but you cannot tie your own corset, so you oblige, and he begins to tie them, firm but not too tightly, deft fingers working each ribbon. “Corsets are nonsense. I don’t enjoy them. Too much work to make a woman naked.” You laugh humorlessly at that, as he keeps lacing you up.

“Well good news for you, you’ll never have to take one off me.” You quip, making him pause, stepping just a little closer, sending shivers down your spine.

He clears his throat, continuing on now. “That’s true. Thank God for that.”

You blink in anger, struggling to hold it in. “Indeed. I’m sure I’m quite hideous to you, aren’t I?”

He says nothing for a moment, hands on the ribbons of your corset just paused there, as you both breathe heavily in the entryway of the Manor. “I have not seen your body to make such judgments.”

“I’d never show you, fret not. Imagine, the first man that sees me naked tells me how disgusting I am. I’ll make sure the one who does finds me beautiful. Ah!”

He ties it tight finally, and just stays there behind you. “So eager for another man to see you naked?”

“No, I’m not, but I know the one I choose will find me beautiful. Not passable, or adequate.” You turn now, looking up at him, seeing the anger in his gaze. “Imagine if every time I saw you shirtless I said ‘unattractive’.”

He scoffs at that. “Tch, you wouldn’t, who would?”

You scoff then, smiling a bit. “Who would say that to me if they saw me topless? I assure you, nobody would.”

His eyes dart back down then, to your breasts, pushed high and full, tantalizing his gaze, but they then trail back to your pretty face. “You’re awfully confident about such things.”

“Yes well, you won’t ruin that for me too. You already have ruined my life. You will not take the confidence I built, hard as you try.”

“An abundance of it.”

“So men can have it, but women cannot? You wish for a simpering little chit to beg ‘oh Satoru, please call me pretty!’ That must be why you enjoy Miss Catherine so bloody much, and why you hate me.” You’re putting the back of your hand to your head, simpering, and earning a sharp laugh and a scowl.

“You expect men to fawn over you, as they always have, just like Lord Geto did last night, hmm?” You smile as you remember just how much Geto did think you were beautiful, and Satoru’s eyes narrow at that.

“No, I expect kindness and not cruelty. I expect to have a morning where I’m not told to not exist.” Gojo looks down, his broad shoulders hunched. “All I asked was if you needed something. You’re the cruelest person I’ve met, and you thrive in it.”

His cheeks turn red, as he looks down at your lips, eyes lingering where you've left teeth indentations from biting so hard. “You don’t even know me.”

“You don’t know me. And you never will, by your own choice.” You push past him then, and he stops you with a hand on your wrist. “What!?”

“Do you have the money I left for you in your room?” You laugh at that, a bark of laughter really, why does he insist on lingering and hurting you more and more!?

“Yes, I do.”

“You may also put anything you want on my credit. Jewelry, or shoes, ribbon, whatever you require.”

“I won’t use your money for more than necessary.”

“I’ll not have my wife with a bare neck, and there’s a masquerade coming. Purchase a mask and jewelry accordingly.”

You sigh, looking down at where he still holds your wrist, big hand taking the delicate thing over. “Fine, then, I shall do so.”

“Very well.” He lets you go slowly, but he lingers there, like the pest he’s becoming “Are you fine to go out in this warm weather after nearly fainting?”

“What do you care, it could eliminate your problem. You’d get my insanely high dowry and I’ll be gone.” You smile coldly back at him, his mouth is open, his pretty eyes sorrowful.

“I-”

“Goodbye, your grace. Tell Catherine hello when you fuck her for me.” You walk out then, slamming the manor doors behind you, pressing your back against them and struggling to come to.

Just when you think he cannot get more cruel, he does, and he’s forcing this dark part of you that you don’t know what to think of.

It’s a bit of a drive into town in the grand carriage, but the air is crisp and the horses are moving swiftly. You see the little shops as you pull up, the horses clipped and clopped on the cobblestone streets. The numerous people are all dressed in their Sunday best, couples holding hands, and it’s quite the sight.

The modiste is a charming little shop with a bell that tinkles when you walk in, and immediately a flurry of activity starts. The women inside all look up at you, gasping. “Your Grace! What brings you to us?”

You blink, as the woman who had called out is a beautiful woman with a pretty accent, she has light blue braids that decorate her pretty face, making her look mysterious. “Hello Miss Mei! I wish to pick out some new dresses for the season, it’s been a while since I’ve had any new ones made, also we have the masquerade soon which is the priority. Would you mind helping me?”

“Oh, of course, of course!” She says, bustling over, she’s tall and curved and so elegant. “Let’s get you into the back so we can have a proper look, shall we?” She grabs your hand and pulls you back into the back, as you realize the woman’s quite strong.

“Your Grace, we are so honored to be of service to you!” Her assistant, Utahime, is a delicate and pretty brunette, who cheerfully greets you. You smile over at her.

“Please, just call me Lady Gojo for now. I am not feeling so formal today, and I’d like to enjoy your company without the title weighing on us, if that’s okay?” They both nod eagerly, and they get to work, pulling out fabrics and dresses, asking your opinions.

It’s refreshing to be around such genuine cheer, such pure love for their craft, and you find yourself smiling more and more as you look over the fabrics, for a beautiful moment your cruel husband isn’t in your mind. Utahime holds up a deep blue that matches his eyes, though, but it’s beautiful. You sigh.

“Oh, yes, that’s lovely!”

“It’s perfect, Lady Gojo! And it’ll compliment your husband so nicely!” She says, as Mei Mei agrees, holding up a silver one. “This would be for a masquerade?”

“I’d like to think so, yes. I’ve not been to one in so long!”

The girls giggle a bit, as they start pulling out designs, and your mind drifts off to a past you’ve pushed aside. You’d gone to a masquerade once, before you’d met Gojo, and you’d felt so alive, dancing with a mysterious stranger, feeling his hands on you, feeling so desired. He was blond, wasn’t he!?

You’d been so young then, you still were but twenty one, but you were perhaps seventeen when you’d danced in his arms, and you can remember those glimmering hazel eyes drinking you in, a lazy smile on his face. You’d fancied yourself in love then and there, just a teenager of course, and you two had almost kissed on one of the balconies.

He’d cupped your face so delicately, and your eyes had fluttered shut. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, darling.”

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve seen, Sir.” You’d tip toed, finger lifting at his mask teasingly, making him laugh. “Even more handsome I imagine without this.”

“I should say the same.” He begins to lift your mask then, off your face so gently, then he had sucked in a breath, running rough but gentle fingers down your face. “Stopped my heart.”

“Oh, you go on, Sir.” You look down shyly, but he’s tilting your chin up, his breath warm and sweet against your lips.

“An angel amongst mere mortals. Should I have such an honor?” He’s leaning further, and your heart is hammering in your chest, then you hear it, your mother.

“Shit!” You back off, putting your mask back on, earning his chuckle.

“The angel has a mouth.” You giggle then, leaning up and kissing his cheek, before backing away. He reaches for you, but you’re running off. “Perhaps we’ll meet again, Sir!”

“Let’s try this one on!” Utahime says, holding up a gorgeous gown, and you nod eagerly, shaking out of your reverie. Ah, to have been young and hopeful.

You allow them to help you out of your day dress and into this beautiful creation, and as you look in the mirror, you can’t help but feel like that girl again, the one who felt alive, the one who felt desired. The one before Satoru Gojo in just a week or so had been absolutely destroyed. You see it in your eyes, she is still there.

“You’re positively glowing, Lady Gojo!” Mei Mei says, and Utahime nods in agreement.

“Thank you, thank you both so much. This is just what I needed!” And it truly was, as you spun in the gown, watching the fabric flutter around you like a storm of silk, it’s the prettiest silver you’ve ever seen.

“We can have this adjusted before the masquerade, Is there anything else we can do for you?” Utahime asks, and you look over to the side, seeing a few accessories. “Oh, a necklace perhaps?”

“Yes I believe so. Perhaps silver to match?” Mei Mei grabs a few to show you, as you try them on, looking into the mirror.

“This one!” Utahime says, holding up a necklace with glittering sapphires. “It’s so beautiful on you!”

You agree, and they put it around your neck, the cool stone resting against your collarbone. “How much?”

It’s an insane amount but…

Fuck Gojo, you can at least get pretty things, yes?

“Thank you, so much. You’ve made my day.” They both smile broadly, and you realize how much you’ve missed this, the simple kindness of others. Leaving the manor is like a huge breath of fresh air.

As you leave the modiste, feeling so much lighter, clinging to your bag with some of your purchases, most will be delivered as they’re still being made. Then you see him, a man in the distance, watching you, and your heart stops. He's tall and blond, just like this dream of yours, just like that night…

It can’t be, can it?

He looks right at you across the bustling street, and his face lights up in recognition, a small tired smile on his handsome face. He comes across the way, stopping in front of you now, and your heart thuds in your chest. Oh but if you’d met him again, could everything have changed? But who was he?

“It’s the mysterious masquerade angel.” He teases, and you giggle a bit, as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it with warm lips.

Your eyes take in his every feature, from his sharp cheekbones, to his thin upper lip and full lower, a conundrum that begged for kisses. His hand that holds yours is so strong, rough, not like the gentlemen you’re used to, and it serves to make your heart flutter.

His hazel eyes that you remember vividly are tilted up like a cat, and he has dark circles under them, serving to show along with rough hands how hard he must work. His sandy blond hair makes you remember that dream, and suddenly you feel even more flustered, as you put it together. He’s nearly as tall as Geto and Gojo, but he’s much broader, shoulders massive under a sleek tan suit.

“How rude of me, just staring.” You give him your name, and it sounds far too good on his lips, with his deep, sultry voice, emanating so much warmth and kindness when his lips quirk. You realize he’s still holding your hand.

“Kento Nanami. It’s a pleasure to meet you again.” His thumb brushes your ring then, and he frowns down at it. “Ah, and met you too late?”

“It’s quite a long story I’m afraid, Mr. Nanami.” You say softly, he looks at you curiously, studying your face.

“Forgive me for saying this, but you look so very… forlorn. Have things been rough in this… marriage?”

“Oh…” You’re nearly about to cry in front of a near stranger, but he makes you feel so comfortable, you ache for him to hold you in his arms. “It’s been rough, yes. I should not go on here…” You notice people looking, so you ease back your hand reluctantly. “I’m afraid as Duchess I’m highly watched, and don’t get the luxury of parading mistresses.”

“What? Mistresses… oh. Fuck.” He huffs those words then, and tilts his head, and you begin to join his walk. “I know some areas that are not so busy, I live just a block from here.”

“That would be nice, thank you Sir.” His arm brushes against yours as you all walk, and you remember dancing in his arms that night. “I’m so surprised you remember me.”

“I’m more so surprised, my Lady. Or… your Grace now is it?”

“You don’t need to call me all that, please.” He hears the pain in your voice, his hazel gaze taking you in seriously as you continue to walk together, the gentle breeze blowing your bonnet nearly off. It starts to fly and you catch it, giggling breathlessly, and Nanami pauses, taking it fully off.

“I cannot even say how beautiful you are, even moreso than before. Surely the Duke would have me whipped, hmm?”

“No, actually, it’s an odd situation. He cares nothing for me.”

“Even if you…”

“No, even then. You know, I was seventeen then, Sir.” You tease, gently pushing his hard chest with two fingers, making him flush even more on those high cheekbones.

He grimaces at that. “Oh gods, were you?”

“I turned eighteen the next week, but yes I was just a girl then. How old are you, Mr. Nanami?”

“Twenty seven. I am a tired twenty seven.”

You roll your eyes. “Just six years, silly man.” He is still holding your bonnet, and he awkwardly hands it back to you, smiling apologetically. Your fingers brush, and you both pause then, it’s like little shocks run through you, you gasp a bit as you gently take it from him. “I hear daily I’m intolerable, so you have free range to speak. It’s quite nice to hear.

“Noble men seem to think they can do whatever they wish, I'm afraid. How are you not enough?”

Mr. Nanami’s words make your palms sweat, as you feel his nearness, the heat from his body as you walk next to him, to where the crowds were more dispersed. It was a little warm out as well, the sun shining on his golden skin, making it glow, as you all stand far too close, and you enjoy it so much you’d feel bad, if your husband wasn’t Satoru Gojo.

“He does not… we do nothing. It’s simply only his mistresses. So it’s not that I’m not enough, it’s that I don’t exist in that way at all.”

“What!?” He pauses again, raising a light brow, and you hesitate, looking down, where he has the most ludicrous tie on. You briefly imagine pulling it, pulling him down… what is wrong with you?

“I’m disgusting to him. So.” You hate the emotion choking your throat, he’s scowling down now, and you’re far too close. “It’s a long story, but it was arranged, and he did not want me.”

“So he doesn’t want the most beautiful woman in London?” You blush furiously, shaking your head a bit. “So who does he expect? There’s no lovelier.”

“Thank you, Mr. Nanami, but… it matters naught. It’s lonely, loveless, and I am stuck in it. I do wish we met sooner, but my parents…”

“Surely there are things to be done, even with a Duke. If you’ve done nothing, an annulment is possible. My good friend is a lawyer, perhaps I could ask discreetly?”

You tilt your head to look up at him curiously. “Why would you help me? You don’t know me.”

“Why wouldn’t I help a pretty damsel in distress, hmm?” You smile up at him, with watery eyes, and watch him suck in a breath as he studies you.

“Are you a knight in shining armor, Mr. Nanami?” You whisper, he bows then at the waist, peeking up at you and making you melt.

“For you, darling, anything.”

Fuck.

“Anything, hmm?” You both walk down the trail to the park, where it’s quiet this time of day, grassy knolls and beautiful lush flowers bloom. It fills you with an odd peace your soul has been so lacking.

“I imagine any man would offer the same. Except for your…” He trails off, as if he does not want to say his name, to say you’re married.

“The Duke.” You say softly. He sighs.

“Mmm. I’ve heard he’s a rather immature, foolish man. But to be so… such an imbecile. Is mind boggling.”

“He’s cruel to me.” You both keep walking, you’re walking with a stranger practically, but you feel more comfortable than you have since you’ve been stuck with your husband. His words still make your heart ache.

Wish you didn’t exist.

“Has he… hurt you?” Nanami pauses you, in a field surrounded by willow trees, casting blissful shadows across you both, shade from the warm sun. You lick your lower lip when he caresses your cheek gently, before pausing. “I’m sorry I should not be so bold…”

“No, please don’t stop, it feels good.” You put his hand back, your breasts rising and falling with each breath in your bodice, drawing his gaze for just a moment, before he respectfully looks back into your eyes. You’re holding his hand on your face, falling apart inside. “Not physically really. His words are the knives that twist in my chest.”

“You don’t deserve that. This sadness in your eyes… It's heartbreaking when I think of you a few years ago, glittering eyes and a beautiful grin.” You gulp a bit, stepping closer, inhaling the scent of him, like warm sandalwood.

“I wanted so badly to see you again.” You admit, lashes fluttering as you study his strong chest in this light blue dress shirt, it looks so broad and strong, your fingers itch to touch it.

“I’m not in your social circle, I’m a mere businessman. Who partakes in boxing at times.” You brush your thumb across his knuckles, calloused and scarred.

“I can tell you know how to use your hands.” He blushes then, and you blink a bit. “Was that bad to say?”

“Forgive me but… how much have you done?”

“Oh… nothing. A kiss. The duke said he will not lay with me.” Nanami takes a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair now.

“Using hands… it made me think about things I should not. Touching you.” His husky whisper makes your tummy clench with… is this desire?

“Oh.” Your voice is a breathy whisper. “I’ve seen him with his mistress, um her… riding him. So I've seen sex.”

His hazel eyes widen. “You’ve seen it!? Him with her?”

“Well yes, he doesn’t hide it. She’s always around.”

His jaw clenches, and you watch a vein popping out of his strong neck, you errantly trail a fingertip down it, making him tense even more, his free hand now on the nip of your waist. “I hate this for you. I’ll try to help, if I can.”

“For now, I will be stuck in this, and all I can think of is how good I’d feel in your arms. It’s very scandalous of me. Isn’t it?” He blinks then, lowering his face until you’re so close.

“No, it’s not scandalous to want affection. I’d say that makes you human. But would this hurt you? Would he hurt you for it?” He’s pressing you back gently, until your back is against a thick oak tree. You can’t stop the little whine that escapes the back of your throat as your own hands slide around his thick waist.

“I would not reveal who you are. But I’ve told him I will have someone find me beautiful, the first person to see me, not grotesque or… passable.”

He scoffs then, his hand sliding up the side of your breast, pressing just so, and your head falls back, as you can taste coffee on his breath. “He should not get to see your beauty. So does my darling simply want a hug from me, or does she wish for something else?”

“Your darling, hmm?” He smirks a bit, his eyes growing lidded with desire, as his hard body pressed against yours.

“Do you know how many dreams you’ve occupied? Running away from me and cursing like a man.” You giggle, brightly, and he laughs with you softly, your breaths intermingling together. Would you truly kiss two men in two days, and neither of them are your husband? “That was the grin.”

“It’s easy to forget the world with you, it was that night as well. You have no clue the awful week I’d had before we danced.” You run your hand up and down his chest, over the silky tie, fingers itching to pull him in.

“I’m glad to look upon this face again. I thought you were a dream.”

“I may have… seen you in my dream too.”

“I’m not so worthy.” You shake your head, eyes drinking him in slowly.

“You’re a very handsome man, Nanami Kento. Would it hurt you to… to kiss someone that can’t fully be yours though?”

“I’d suffer any sort of pain for a chance at you.”

“You go on too much.” You tiptoe then, pulling his tie, and one hand braces by your head on the tree, the other sliding down your back, making your nipples go taut against your bodice.

“So use your words, darling, let me know what you want?” You bite your lip at his sultry words, as you feel yourself back at that night, in his arms.

“A kiss, mysterious man. You owed me one.” He exhales then, pressing you further against the hard wood of the tree, and his lips descending on yours, so gentle and sweet, a featherlight touch that ignites something inside of you.

You whimper into his lips, and he moans, opening them then, and sliding his tongue inside, you press yours against his, in a back and forth dance, swirling around each other. Your teeth click as the kiss deepens, and now his hands are both on your little waist, overtaking it, burning through your corset, through your dress, fuck his touch feels so good, you’re leaning up for more.

Your hands enwrap in his silky hair, messing the perfect set of it up, then he shocks you, picking you up, just dangling you off the ground, you squeak a bit and he pulls back, hungry eyes, his face stark with hunger, mirroring your own. He eases you down, sliding on his hard body, and you cling tightly, trying to catch your breath.

“Imagine this pretty face cumming.” He whispers, and you are blushing as you don’t fully understand.

“Um… what is that, Mr. Nanami?” He pales a bit, sighing and cupping your face now, his free hand sliding down your hip now, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

“I’ll surely go to hell for not just you being married, but so innocent. Corrupting one as such seems a one way ticket to hell.” You giggle again, though he’s serious, glaring a bit at you. You kiss him once more, enjoying the sigh he makes.

“Explain, Sir. An order from your Duchess.” You tease, and he rolls his eyes a bit, stepping back to look at you.

“Cumming… or climaxing, it’s pleasure. For you.” He murmurs, his gaze glinting green in this light now, licking that glossy lower lip now. Your tummy clenches again, and now you feel heat… between your thighs, making you look down nervously. “Am I saying too much?”

“It’s having an odd effect. Um. Here.” You take his hand, gliding it down to your lower tummy, watching his eyes dilate, so dark as his cheeks hollow with him sucking in a breath.

“That would be desire. Is this a… first?” You nod nervously, furiously blushing now.

“To this extent yes. It’s spreading lower.”

“Going to hell for this.” You are curious but he’s back to kissing you again, and now his hand is sliding to your breasts, and he yanks your bodice down, making you gasp as he peers at the breasts that have spilled. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.”

“I… um… Nanami?” He’s cupping them, and your eyes flutter shut at how good it feels, him squishing them so gently in big hands. “Nanami!”

“Perfect. May I?” You look down curiously, as he’s sitting now, pulling you onto his lap, straddling him obscenely. You’re a mess of emotions and desire, as he kisses down your collarbone. “May I kiss them, darling?”

“Oh, you want to?”

“I’m dying to.”

“Yes, you may. Ah!” You gasp in pleasure then, as you’re feeling something hard against where you’re so eager, that apex of your thighs. You grind on it, moaning at the friction, and he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth, it feels so good you get wet down there. “Oh no!”

“What, darling?” He asks softly, and you feel so embarrassed, looking down. “You’re so hot there.”

“It’s wet. Is that…”

“Fuck you are killing me.” He’s pressing your hips down further, and you whine out in pleasure at the friction, as he’s sucking another nipple in his hot mouth. Your body is reacting so hard to it all, your head falling back, and you’re moaning loudly now. “Wet is very good, darling. But… you’re quite loud.”

“Is that bad?” He chuckles, pulling your top up, shaking his head.

“Not if we weren’t outside. Perhaps… alone.”

“Let’s do that?”

“You’re so eager for that, hmm?” You nod, and he is kissing you again, leaning up and moaning, hands trembling against your hips. “Are you sure? Do you have so much time?”

“Does it last long?”

“Pleasuring you yes. I am thinking of too many ways currently.” You take a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself.

“What are the ways? Mmh.”

“Those noises you make, gods.” He kisses down your throat, wrapping arms around you. “I’m dreaming.”

“I am.” He chuckles against your collarbone, tickling it, your hands cling to his broad shoulders. “It’s like my woes faded for a few moments.” You say sadly then, as you come to the realization of just what you’re doing. It hits hard, how easily you fall into this man’s arms.

“I could please you with my fingers, with my mouth, or both. To start.” You bite your lower lip, as you grow impossibly wetter against him. “But we’ve done a lot, and I don’t want to overwhelm you, when you’re so upset already.”

He is correct, you’re acting on instinct, there is no… thoughts here.

You were Gojo’s wife.

Would you be as bad as him if you go further?

“I’ll let you know where my apartments are, then you decide what you want. And darling, I’ll give it to you.” You feel tears flowing then, and he swipes them away, kissing on your cheeks.

“You mean make love?”

“I’m not sure you’re ready for that. No, I would please you.”

“What if I ask so sweetly?” He chuckles, and taps your nose, shaking his head at you as he eases you up to stand, holding your hands.

“You cuss and are so wanton, hmm?”

“I suppose I’m not so ladylike.”

“You’re very much a Lady.” He kisses you again, gently once more, brushing his lips over yours. “I will make some inquiries quietly, if you so decide to try.”

“I’m afraid it will be no option but it surely won't hurt. I am so very glad we met again. You’ve made me so happy.”

“I didn’t make you cum though.” You are a mess at that, and he’s smirking at you. “You’re too adorable to tease.”

“Sir!” He kisses you again and again, until you both get heated again. “What if I stay so quiet?”

“Can you even? If you’re so loud from kissing?”

“Hush, Sir.” You stick your tongue out, making him chuckle, then you hastily get yourself together, as you all head back to town. When you’re by your carriage you dread what awaits you at home. “I hope to see you again, Sir.”

“I ache to see you again, darling.” He kisses your hand once more, helping you up into the carriage, and your heart is still pounding as you ride off, covering your face and struggling to not rip your damn corset off. You’re so wet between your thighs you reach your finger down scandolously, up your skirts, finding sticky wetness glistening on your fingers.

Fuck.

You’ve never felt like this, Suguru’s kiss and unfortunately Satoru’s touches had felt a bit of that pressure, but Nanami has wrecked you. The way he touched you, kissed you, the way he looked at you. With adoration, the whispers of his sweet words tickle your ears still. You run your finger down your lips of your sex, shivering at how sensitive you are.

You’ve never touched yourself.

You’ve kissed two men in two days, now you play with yourself in a carriage, you don’t even know yourself… but fuck if it didn’t feel good, to lose yourself in his arms, and fuck if you weren’t tempted to see him again. He’d seen your breasts, which were now firmly back in your bodice, but you can see the little red marks left from his bites, from him sucking on them.

Your heart is going to burst from your chest, as you walk into your home then, and Satoru is moaning, you hear it clear as day. You tense a bit, because it sounds too loud to be far away, then he’s right there, bending over some other mistress, right on the dining room table. When he hears you he pauses, looking back and you’re getting a view of his entire ass, and someone’s thighs.

“Really, on the table?” You demand then, and he rolls his eyes, as the mistress squeals, pulling back and covering up. “Where’s Catherine?”

“She said she couldn’t any longer because you’re too nice and she feels horrible.” He adjusts himself, but not before you get an eye full of his… very large cock, huge and curved with a pink tip. You feel an odd hit again in your tummy, but it mixes with disgust as you realize where it had just been.

“I’m sorry. I won’t be as nice.” You say, and he scoffs, as you walk past now, yanking off the table cloth, not moving a single thing on it with the movement. Satoru’s blue eyes get wide in shock when you shove it into the mistress’ arms, a little brunette girl. “Have those cleaned you little chit, understood? I’ll not have you soiling such fine linen.”

She sputters, then runs off, nodding. Satoru smirks, surprising you then, you figured he’d be irritated, but he saunters to you, his dress shirt wide open, tie hanging loose now. You feel such disgust from him, clearly covered in her, red lipstick all over his throat.

“Do it in your chambers. Could you at least give me that kindness?”

“You don’t enjoy to watch? You don’t picture yourself there?” He presses you against the table now and you smirk up at him.

“Oh, not with you I don’t.”

His thin white brows lower, as he takes you in now. Your hair is loose and flowing, and you have red marks all over your breasts, earning a full fucking scowl. “What on earth have you been doing?”

“Just kissing, don’t worry. But… I got so wet, now I know what you meant that night, Duke.” You put a hand on his chest, and feel his heart race under your palm, his chest heaving as his blue eyes bore into your face.

“Wet?”

“Mmhmm. Soaking wet.” He shuts his eyes, sucking in a breath and looking away, hands clenching the table on either side of you so tightly you would think he’d break the wood. “I wasn’t that night. How could I be? Smacking doesn’t have that effect.”

“Yes well you would have been if I’d touched you.” He leans in closer, a breath away, and you just continue to smile, batting your eyelashes.

“You never will, so no matter. But I don’t think so. I think I enjoy…” You shove at him, making him step back. “Rougher hands.”

“Rougher hands!?” You giggle now, and he glares. “You’re in a good fucking mood. Ice princess can laugh?”

“I can when not being told not to exist. When not walking in on some whore screaming your name.”

“Oh whores are they, and you?”

“I’m a lady who has a terrible fucking husband. For now.”

“For now!?” You walk away now as he stumbles back, but he follows you, as you glide up the stairs, humming. “What does that mean?”

“No sex, no marriage really. So we’ll have an annulment. But we’ll give it some time for now, perhaps a year, so that you can keep ahold of that dowry.” He’s following you up each step, until he’s pinning you against the wall, but he doesn’t scare you, you see him losing it.

“So what we have sex? Is that what you’re getting at?”

“Oh no, I’m glad we don’t. I can’t wait for my first time to be special. Oh I hear my breasts are beautiful by the way.” You tap his chin with a finger, grinning, and he is huffing now, one hand entangling in your hair, the other sliding to your bodice.

“Men say anything to get under a lady’s skirts.”

“Mmm, maybe so. But it was nice to hear. Don’t worry, I won’t ask your opinion, I see who you fuck and… it’s nothing like me, is it?”

“You assume they’re that nice? Show me then. All talk.” You raise a brow, and he is fingering the lace of your bodice.

“I’m unnatractive to you, what’s it matter? But sure, Duke, you can untie my corset and let me know your nasty opinion.” You rush into your room and he’s following you, overheated as he unties you at a stupidly fast pace.

“Let me guess, he sucked on those perky nipples?” He whispers, yanking your corset off harshly, and you tilt your head curiously, feeling the chill of the room when he’s yanked it off fully. You take off your bodice, turning in just your shift then, hands on your strips as his gaze is…

Hungry?

No.

Psychotic.

“Perky hmm? Yes, he did, and it felt so good. Well, here…” You slide your shift down to your waist, looking down as you wait for his nasty comments. He says nothing, but you hear him bump into your nightstand. You look at him curiously, as his mouth is slack open, staring at them openly. “Go on, make your insults.”

He just stares, and it’s… odd, your nipples are hard from the chill of the room, as your lush breasts sway slightly when you shift from one leg to the other. You sigh, rolling your eyes then, and covering yourself back up, as he’s still sputtering, and he comes to grip your wrists now, in a tight, bruising grip, bringing your attention to his face once more.

“Say it, your Grace. Passable? Or grotesque?” You whisper, and he leans down now, until his lips are far too close, making you want to simultaneously recoil and lean closer.

You hate this man.

“They’re perfect.” He says softly, and you do back away then, with shocked eyes, as he gulps, clearing his throat, blue eyes lingering down to where your breasts nearly hang out in your shift.

“You jest with me, of course. I know you don’t-”

“They’re fucking perfect.” He says again, then he lets you go, and you feel the very room close in on you.

“As nice as the little slut you’re fucking now?” You quip, angrily, and he rakes a hand through his hair, looking down, his abdomen flexing as he moves back. “Catherine was prettier.”

“Jesus fucking…” You look down then, and notice it… the huge bulge in his pants, and you blink a bit in confusion, looking back up at him again. His face looks tortured.

“Well thanks for saying one nice thing about me. That is… surprising.” You mumble then. “It looks like you’re wanting to finish fucking that girl though.”

“Blasted you’re stupid.”

“Me stupid?”

“Stupid.” He pulls you against him then, so you shove at him now, glaring up at him. “What, I cannot touch you?”

“We don’t do that. And thank you for that, because I get to have true pleasure, and not some forced formality.”

He searches your face then. “Did you cum?”

“Did I… no… what’s it your business!?” You demand heatedly.

“You’re my wife.” Those words are so meaningless, where you once hoped to have meaning, it makes you laugh then, losing it, there was no longer composure.

“You wanted this, to do nothing with me, and guess what, I want that too. You smell like her cheap perfume, you’re covered in her wetness, you think I want you?” You ask, and he grips tighter, scowling at you.

“You think I said I wanted you? For nice tits?” Ah, there it is.

“No, I don’t, that’s why I found someone who does. Works out, doesn’t it, dear husband. Now go on, you have whores to fuck. Hop to it Duke.”

“Hop to it… you insolent little…” You’re just giggling, and he’s not glaring, it’s like he’s confused who you are.

“I see why you’re always fucking, even kissing does put me in quite a happy little mood.” You tap his cheek now, earning another grip on your wrists. “Not kissing you though, that was horrible.”

“I didn’t try to kiss you.” He whispers, lingering close once more. You ignore the flutter of your pulse at your throat. “I never wanted to kiss you.”

“That’s for the best. I’ve lost my appetite after seeing her on that table, so I won’t eat tonight. Best for you I imagine.” He glares now.

“I will have it sent to your room.”

“No need.”

“You’ll eat.” He commands through gritted teeth, and you just blink at him in confusion.

“If you wish, dear husband.” He stomps away then, slamming your door, and you can’t help but smile. You’d gotten under his fucking skin, and you got to kiss sweet Nanami Kento.

Gojo does send up food for you, he’s very confusing, isn’t he? You nibble carefully, hearing him louder than ever in the room next to you. You sigh in annoyance, but when Nanami enters your mind, you smile, you feel warmth radiating through you. It could be hopeless, but it was such a beautiful feeling you were thriving from it.

Unfortunately, instead of Nanami, it’s your rather horrid husband that is under that tree with you, that’s sucking under your breasts, with his blue eyes looking lustfully up at you, his perfect cheeks hollowed as he grinds his length against where you’re so wet. You hate it, that even in your dreams you cannot escape him, and you hate it more when he’s bending you over that table.

That Goddamn Duke.

You hate him.

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader, past Suguru x reader, in this chap also some Shoko x reader- It's a mess tbh lol

ꕥ Content warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, whipping, paddling, obsessed behavior, stalking, deep throating, female on female oral, use of nipple clamps and pain play, dacryphilia, breeding kink PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. And reader likes it!? Toxic relationship

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 12.6k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Split btwn Satoru's POV and yours

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Chapter 7

The next night

Your POV

The bar is packed that night, you’re going to head out early with Satoru to finally get that date you’ve been dying for. And there Satoru is, sitting there at the bar while you work, with his fancy outfit in the wild sports bar, looking like a million bucks. He is sipping on the sweetest drink you could concoct, watching you intently.

The music is thumping and the lights flashing, creating a chaotic yet energetic atmosphere. You and Choso are bustling around, serving drinks and trying to keep up with the demand. As the time ticks by, there is a tightness in your chest, while you bend over now, breasts on full display in a pretty pink corset top. Satoru licks that lower lip, glaring at you, and you give him a wink.

“Gotta get good tips, Toru.” You whisper, taking his glass and shaking him a new drink, his blue eyes glow even in the dark club.

“Little bitch, you're so getting punished tonight.” He murmurs, and your brows raise, as his words send desire, hot straight to your tummy. You tense as his words wash all over you, your eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

“Well I have a short shift so that I can leave for the date, Sir.” You whisper now, leaning close, your hands brushing against his as you pour his drink, the clear pink liquid into that little martini glass. He smirks up at you.

“Quit working and move in.”

“Wha-!?”

He chuckles now, and fuck it’s nice, to see the face so normally in pain, or in anger, genuinely smile. He’s so beautiful he makes your damn heart ache, every movement of his azure eyes lights you on fire, like you can physically feel it all. He’s so intensely watching, the entire time, and you have to wonder if he had done this before but…

You really don’t care.

You enjoy his gaze, his jealousy, his possessiveness. The way he watches every movement, like he’s watching a dance. You like him saying to not work anymore, fuck you almost want to, say fuck independence and let this six foot four man fuck your brains out daily. Who wouldn’t? It also didn’t help that just a smirk from those lips has you wet.

“He’s intense, yeah?” Choso murmurs, earning Satoru sticking his tongue out, and Choso does it back, making you giggle.

“He’s super intense.” You say, earning the middle finger now. “Woah!”

“Brats, both of you.” You and Choso laugh then, as you’re filled with this odd joy just for the moment. Satoru and Choso surprised you by getting along, with Satoru being so possessive with you, and hating everyone, you were honestly surprised. And Choso enjoyed him, even though you did omit Satoru’s more concerning behaviors.

He doesn’t need to know everything.

The bar is a whirlwind of chaos, with the thirsty patrons shouting for drinks, the clinking of glasses, and the constant throb of the bass from the speakers. You manage to keep up the facade of a happy, flirty bartender while serving drinks with a shaky hand here and there.

“Shit, she’s here.” You murmur then, and look to the barback, smiling and batting your lashes. “Could you take over for a few?” You ask sweetly, and he blushes, nodding eagerly.

“Of course!” You walk past the bar then, and up to Satoru who pulls you against him roughly, leaving you breathless.

“Stop flirting, brat. Every time you do I’ll smack the fuck out of you.” He grips you right then and there, and you can’t stop biting your lower lip, as you stand between his legs.

“You jealous of little me, Toru?” You whisper, and he scowls, but then she’s finally here, Shoko Ieri.

She smiles sadly at you, and you leave the position between Satoru’s legs to hold out your hands, which she gladly takes, dark eyes taking you in. “I wasn’t sure you’d come!”

“I am so fucking sorry, shit. I swear… he didn’t tell me you had any rules.” She says, and you pull her away, looking at Satoru now.

“Let’s go where it’s quieter, okay? But first, Cho can she have some wine? The best we have.” Choso pours the fanciest you all have, and she takes it gratefully, eyeing him then.

“Fuck, aren’t you hot.” She says, and you see Choso blush a bit, making you giggle as you look between them.

“Isn’t he young for you, cougar?” Satoru teases, and she shoves at him, glaring now.

“Cougar, then what are you, old man?”

“I’m thirty one!”

“I'm thirty, shithead!”

“You’re very pretty.” Choso says softly, and Shoko melts, as he holds out a tattooed hand, decked out in rings. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too, love.” He kisses her hand over the bar, and Shoko’s mouth is left open as he gets back to working. “Why didn’t you just date him!?”

“You bitch.” Satoru grumbles, and she grins.

“What, he’s so sweet! And hot.” She sips her wine and may or may not be checking out Choso’s ass. “You’re a psycho, Satoru.”

“Yeah, yeah, she likes it.” He says, running a hand down your waist, and you can’t stop your little gasp, nor the dilation of your eyes. Shoko looks back and forth between you now, shifting her weight on one leg.

“Oh shit, you’re in love.” Satoru goes wide-eyed then, as do you, looking at her as she’s so calm, humming to herself. “What, you’re not? Knew it that night, just didn’t know the mess that happened.”

“Come on, you two.” You pull them both now, guiding them to where the pool tables were, a quieter area of the bar where people weren’t shouting and singing drunkenly. They both sit down now, and Satoru yanks you on his lap, despite your protests.

“In love.” Shoko quips again, Gojo scowls at her, but she just shrugs, and you’re blushing under the club lights once more.

“He hates me.” You say, and she scoffs at that, as Satoru’s wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing you firmly on his hard lap.

“I do hate her, so much.”

“Mmhmm, well if that’s hate, cut me off some.” You giggle at that, holding her hand now, smiling. “I thought you would hate me after that night. I really didn’t know what was going on. He told me you two were completely open, and you were like fucking Satoru on the side.”

“What! Oh god. No, the first time Satoru and I did anything was with Suguru…” Satoru tenses under you, you can feel his anger, his upset. You stroke a hand gently with your own soft fingers, trying to calm him. “And I respected his rules, though I will say I did kiss Satoru when not with him. But it was like… the way Satoru looked at me…”

“In love you mean.” You grin, and Satoru is flipping her off, sipping his drink now, grip tightening.

“Whatever it is.” You peek down, and his look softens just a bit, that mad look in his insane blue eyes that wrecks your every sense. You brush his hair back for a moment, and his white long lashes flutter shut, his lips relaxing in that firm set of his jaw, and you enjoy just that far too much, just looking at him. “I knew something was different than how Suguru did.”

Shoko studies you two, grabbing a cigarette then looking at you. “Will it bother you?”

“No go ahead.” You say, and she sighs, pulling a lighter out. She flicks with the lighter, then Satoru takes it, shaking it up and pushing it down, igniting a flame for her. She brushes her pretty hair back, leaning forward, taking an inhale then.

“Thanks, buddy.”

“Sure thing, brat.” She rolls her eyes at him and he hands her back the lighter, his hands going back to your hips.

“The way Suguru looked at me, it just… isn’t the same, and then when I noticed how he looked at you um… I was worried. But it wasn’t until Satoru that I really worried, because I could tell he was head over heels, and that I wasn’t that for him.” Shoko looks away then, over at the bar, where Choso is flipping bottles in the air, to the cooes of the crowd.

“I didn’t think he had it that bad for me. I was thrown off too, but then he assured me you two were so open. Now I feel like a whole bitch, I am part of what’s hurt you so bad now.” Shoko says, sighing.

“No, no… it’s on him if you didn’t have that information.” You say, she smiles a bit with her thin, pretty lips.

“I really only played because of you.” You blink then, as she caresses your cheek, leaning forward a bit. “You were so hot, and I was curious about Suguru I guess, all these years.”

“Me?” She laughs, leaning back and taking another hit, dark circles only enhancing her eyes as she looks up and down your body.

“Yeah you, like a little barbie.” You feel Satoru’s chuckle under you, shaking your body gently.

“That’s what she is, isn’t she?” Satoru hums, only further making you warmer with all the attention. “Sexy little barbie.” He nips at your bare shoulder, as Shoko watches with amusement.

“Toru…” You wiggle just a bit, making him suck in a breath, as your thighs shift with desire.

“Of course I was interested, and I must say… she’s elite, isn’t she Satoru?” You’re a mess now, cheeks on fire, red to your damn ears, and Satoru is getting even more insistently hard as you shift more, doing stupid things to your psyche.

“Elite pussy, absolutely. So elite I turned down a blow job.”

“You!?”

“Oh I can’t even imagine fucking anyone again. Too obsessed.”

“Holy fuck, well there you go. Who needs Suguru then.” You giggle a bit, but then grow a little serious.

“That’s not all, he… well he planned all of this, fucking me, to begin with, long before I met him. All because um… you and Toru had sex.” Shoko glares then, slamming down her wine.

“What now? Suguru wouldn’t… would he?” She looks to Satoru, who’s frowning now, just nodding a bit. “Fuck, he’s like that now? I know he’s changed, but… to play you and bring you into this? The fuck, man.”

“And he’s assaulted her.” Satoru casually says, and you stiffen a bit, as Shoko stands.

“Yeah what? He what?”

“More wine, Shoko?” You ask softly, standing, and she nods, caressing your cheek softly.

“Please, angel? I need something stronger for this shit.”

Soon the three of you are talking about everything, and Shoko looks so disgusted as you tell her what Suguru’s done, now she’s taking shots, you all are actually, you split your tips you’ve made with the barback as a thank you. Choso is smiling over at the three of you, and despite everything Suguru has done, he hasn’t broken your spirit, it’s still thriving.

“Satoru sucked in bed.” Shoko says, and he snorts, taking a shot himself now. “What you did.”

“You sucked in bed, so fucking lazy.”

“Worst fuck ever.” She says with a shiver, and you’re awkwardly looking back and forth as they look at you. “Now her…”

“Yes, her…” They both touch your arm on either side, and you look down shyly as they look at each other, then you. “I won’t share her with a guy, and I wouldn’t fuck you again Shoko… yuck…”

“Same, you’re so gross… but…” They’re grinning now, and you look between them wildly.

“What’s in your devious minds you two, I’m not sure I like it.” Shoko laughs, sultry now.

“Well if you don’t touch me at all…” He says, pressing kisses on your neck as he is speaking to Shoko.

“Oh I don’t want to. I’d say don’t touch me but I can tell your hands will be all over her anyway.” She kisses on your neck too, and you’re buzzed and confused. “Maybe I just prep her for you and leave.”

“Prep me!? What-”

“I’m okay watching that. But remember she’s mine.”

“You’re so psycho, Satoru-”

“Hey, I’m here you know!” You wave your hands now, and they just smirk down at you, Satoru all tall and gorgeous, Shoko petite and pretty.

“What would piss Suguru off the most? Me picking you over him.” She whispers then, and you gasp, looking at Satoru.

“But you said no sharing, ever stalker.” He grins at you as you say that, his snowy white hair falls over his brow just so, glinting silver in the lights.

“I’ll give this one exception, it’s a win-win. Watch your pussy get eaten out and Suguru gets fucked? Fucking genius.”

“My pussy… oh.” You’re covering your face with two hands, blushing furiously as they stare at you hungrily now.

“Yeah, sweets, you know one way to test it.” She picks up her phone then, and your heart is pounding as she video chats Suguru. You watch as he pops up on the video then, and she sips her drink, looking positively devious. Satoru’s sliding his hand under your skirt, rubbing over your panties, and you look up at him, wide eyed.

“You like that idea, little slut.” He hums, pressing in, and your eyes flutter shut as you get wetter, against his finger pressing your clit now. You struggle to focus, faintly hearing Suguru’s voice, then Shoko aims the camera towards you, and she kisses your cheek then.

“The fuck? Why are you there?” Suguru asks, and Shoko laughs, throaty and sexy, that mixed with Satoru’s finger sliding under your skirt brazenly in a damn bar is making you tremble. It slips under your panties now, finding you hot and slick, and your hips buck up.

It’s so naughty you can’t stand it, how amazing it feels to have his touch, a secret one in a crowded bar you work at. It’s hard to remember Suguru exists at times, not when Satoru is bending down, whispering in your ear. Not when he’s sliding that finger between your lips, and you’re biting back a moan, his other hand splaying the expanse of your waist, pressing in.

Fuck you’re wet.

“I’m here visiting her, of course. You know, she’s just too yummy, isn’t she, Satoru?” Shoko’s intent is clear, and you can’t even face Suguru right now.

“Shoko, what are you even doing. I’ll come and-”

“Nah, we’re headed out soon. R & R, you know. I could video it for you, Suguru, isn’t that what you forced on her while you were whoring around?”

“You don’t know… I didn’t… Shoko, just me and you talk please. I don’t need them there.”

“Well, then leave her alone and sure, I’ll talk to you. Can you do that, can you leave this girl the fuck alone?”

“I was just upset I… yes, if you’ll talk to me, please.”

“Pathetic.” Satoru murmurs behind you, his finger pressing in now, and you start pulsing around it as it curls up.

“Fine then, keep your word. But I’m totally thinking of eating your ex out tonight, does that upset you, Sugu?” She says with a mock pout, and you fade out the rest of their conversation, because Satoru’s fingers are hitting far too good, and he’s moaning softly, turning your knees weak.

“T-Toru…” You murmur, you know no one can see his hand but you wonder if they can see that pleasure on your face. You grip the arm that’s wrapped around you tightly as Shoko and Suguru go at it.

“So wet for me, aren’t you baby? Pretty little fucking… whore… all for me… say it baby.” He’s pumping in and out as he barely speaks, so quiet it’s like he’s in your damn head, and you try to stop your eyes from rolling back, as your nipples press against your corset, begging for more, and your cunt is soaking his hand fully now.

“For you.” You say softly, and he groans now, sending shivers down your spine as he presses that spongy little spot, right in your tight walls.

“Remember, even if she eats you out, I'm letting her, because you're all mine, yeah? You’re all mine, forever… can’t ever fucking leave.”

“Fuck you’re toxic…” He snorts at that, but you agree, nodding again. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

“Oh yeah?” You nod again, then Shoko hangs up finally, smiling at the two of you as her eyes rake over your body.

“You two are already playing, I see. Hmm…” She comes in front of you, bending down to kiss you then, and you feel Satoru pumping even harder as she does. “So don't you have a date?”

You struggle to speak, as Satoru is playing you so damn perfectly. “I… y-yeah, we do.”

“I’ve already got a limo for the date, let me take you home, you two can play on the way. I have drinks and everything.” Satoru says softly. “But just once, and remember-”

“Yours. Damn he's psycho.” You giggle at that but then gasp as his fingers press in deeper and Shoko kisses you once more.

“Fuck thats hot. Let's go, now.” Satoru grumbles.

“Lemme say bye to Cho!” Satoru sighs.

“I'll say bye too.” Shoko teases, and Satoru reluctantly pulls his fingers out, sucking on them, making you throb now, thighs shifting as you watch him, elegant fingers in between his lips. Your mouth is open, earning his sharp grin, only for Shoko to drag you to the bar, but you feel Satoru's gaze burn a damn hole in your back.

Soon you’re in Satoru’s limo, which was far too big and luxurious, the only time you’d been in one is prom, and he’s lounging right beside you, pushing champagne into your mouth. You sip it eagerly, as he watches you, blue eyes glowing even in the dark of the limo, lit up with a rope of LEDs, as Shoko preps to take another shot of tequila, looking at you then.

“Satoru, can I take a shot off her tits?” She asks, and he chuckles, running his hands down your shoulders.

“Please do. I should take one too.” He murmurs, and you take the shot now, putting it between your breasts, making Satoru moan as his lashes lower, long fingers running down your breasts where they’re full and high with your corset. “Fuck you’re sexy, so slutty too bet you’ve done this.”

“Of course I have, you mad, Toru?” You push him playfully, making him grip a wrist, as he licks it, making you shiver. Shoko pours a little salt on your wrist, then takes one of the limes off the plates there.

“Watching you two is like porn, jesus. Open this pretty mouth, sweets.” She says, and you do so, taking the rind of the lime in your mouth now, and Satoru licks the salt of your wrist now, before burying his face against your breasts, sucking the shot down his throat.

You watch that adams apple bob, so fucking sexy, just a drip of tequila running down his throat now, and he then takes the lime in his teeth, the juices dripping down your chin. You’re so eager for him you can’t stand it, it’s like every movement your psycho… maybe boyfriend!?... takes is like sex itself. He gently takes the lime from your mouth now, lapping his tongue along your jawline.

You moan softly, as he licks all the juice off, until he gets to your mouth, and you taste the bite of that agave on his tongue, you greedily kiss him back, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke. He’s got his big hand on your cheek, sliding back to your hair and pulling, moaning softly as he does.

“Y’know, I tasted her first, yeah?” Shoko says, and he turns and pulls away, lips smacking as he does, glaring at her.

“Shoko!” You say, and she just chuckles behind her hand.

“You’re such a bitch. I bet I eat pussy so much better.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, coming to you and licking your wrist now.

“Bet I do. You always had to be perfect at everything, little shit.” She salts your wrist and he scoffs, rolling his blue eyes. Something about their friendship seems so natural and real, they just react differently than Suguru had with her, it was like they were truly friends despite perhaps a mistake in the past.

“How’d you all have sex? No offense, I can’t see it.” You said then, and Shoko grimaces, as Satoru shivers in disgust.

“Oh god we were wasted, and I had a bad break up. We were like nineteen, then, just so young. I barely remember more than it sucked.” She says, and Satoru snorts as he sits next to you, brushing your hair back behind your ears, placing a shot glass back between your breasts now.

“I don’t remember much except the next morning we were so disgusted, we said we’d never bring it up. It was like two seconds in before we both thought, the fuck are we doing.” Satoru says.

“Oh… I noticed that night how you all seemed just like friends fully. Whereas Suguru…”

“Fuck Suguru. That’s what I’ll take the shot to.” Shoko says, and you and Satoru grin.

“Cheers to that. Also I’m putting this on Insta, let’s make him suffer some more, yeah?” Satoru says, filming on the phone then, and Shoko grins, then she is licking your wrist, before taking the shot from your breasts, gulping it down her delicate throat, then Satoru takes the glass as she bites the fresh slice of lime.

When she takes it away she’s kissing you, and Satoru cuts off the video, as he comes to pull on your hair, pricking pain tears in your eyes, and you gasp as Shoko teasingly swirls her tongue in your mouth. Satoru yanks you then, slamming his lips upon your own, overtaking your already addled senses, as the alcohol warms your tummy and desire hits it.

When he pulls back, you remember the time with Suguru, and expect them to kiss, but they’re just hungrily staring at you. “Do you all not wanna kiss or anything?” You ask curiously, they both look disgusted then.

“Don’t make us.” Shoko says, and you laugh as Satoru rolls his eyes again, running a fingertip down your chin.

“I only want you, evil little brat that you are.” He says huskily, kissing you again now, spreading your thighs. “But I do want to watch you, watch that pretty face cum, feel you…”

“Fuck.” You whine out now, and Satoru is behind you, you’re on his lap as Shoko is between your thighs, shoving up your skirt now. Satoru has your chin tilted as he leans forward, so tall and lanky, to watch your face now. “Satoru…”

“Remember you’re mine.” He says, and you nod, as you then turn to look down at Shoko, brushing her silky hair back, as she looks up at you. She licks her lips, and you can feel the heat building between your thighs.

"You're so beautiful," she says, her voice a low purr.

You can feel Satoru's hands sliding down your hips, before they hook in your panties, shoving them down your legs, as Shoko finishes taking them off, gliding them down your ankles. You feel Satoru’s breath against your cheek, as his hardness presses against your ass, and Shoko’s sweet breath tickles your thigh.

“You are so beautiful, so beautiful it fucking kills me. All of you.” Satoru says, husky then, and Shoko's hands glide up your legs. Her mouth is hot and wet as it touches your inner thigh, and you gasp, your eyes closing involuntarily.

“You both are so hot, fuck.” You whine, and they both laugh a bit, tickling your skin even more, you’re a trembling fucking mess as Satoru holds you so tight with one arm around your waist.

As Shoko continues to kiss and lick higher and higher, you’re running one hand down her shoulder, down soft skin, as the other reaches back to Satoru’s face, leaning your head back at an angle to look at him. Desire flaring on his face as he looks right at you, like you’re the only thing in his world, like you are his world, and it takes your breath away.

You can't help but arch your back, your body begging for more, pressing further against his hard body and up for her kisses. Satoru's hand moves up to cup your breast, his thumb playing with your nipple, sending waves of pleasure through you along with Shoko teasing your clit with her tongue, looking up at you, her long nails pressing into your inner thighs.

“Oh my god! Mnh…” You cry out now, making her smile against you, you feel the upturn of her lips.

"You like that, baby?" Satoru whispers, his voice full of satisfaction. You nod, unable to form coherent words when Shoko's mouth moves lower, and you can feel her breath against your entrance, making you shiver. She looks up at you, her dark eyes filled with lust.

"Ready for me to get serious, sweets?" She asks, and you nod again, throat constricted as Satoru yanks one of your breasts out of that top, pinching your nipples hard.

With a wicked grin, Shoko dives in, her tongue parting your folds and sliding inside you. You cry out, the sensation so intense that you're not sure if you can handle it. But as she starts to move, as she explores and tastes, you find yourself lost in the moment, unable to think about anything but the pleasure she's giving you, and the man allowing it.

You can feel Satoru's hand moving down to grip your hip, his other hand tangling in your hair as he guides your head back. His mouth is on yours again, claiming you, possessing you, as if to remind you that no matter who else is touching you, you belong to him. And fuck if you don’t realize it, even as you’re getting wetter and wetter, soaking Shoko’s pretty face.

The very limo spins around you as the two of them work in tandem, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, delicate fingers, then rough long ones. You've never felt anything like this before, never been so exposed and so wanted, even in your experiences before. Because now Satoru could act exactly how he wants to, claiming you, all over you, not holding back.

He’s moaning in your ear, pressing up as she continues to bring you higher and higher now, and you’re crying out, your body shaking as you try to keep it together, Satoru’s mouth on yours, Shoko’s tongue in your pussy. You can’t believe what’s happening, but the feeling is so intense that you’re screaming out brokenly in the limo, to their soft sighs and cries.

Shoko’s tongue swirls around your clit, and you moan louder, your body arching off Satoru’s lap at it, then his hand moves up to your throat, squeezing gently, that perfect pressure he knows. “You’re close, aren’t you little slut?”

“Y-yes, close, close.” You whisper, as Satoru is gripping your hips, moving them and controlling your movements as you grind against her face, as Satoru bites your neck hard, and you’re shaking as the pain mixes with Shoko’s talented tongue.

“Cum, like a good little whore for me, baby. Let go now.” He orders, and you do just as he says, eating up his words as he wraps a hand around your throat, choking you as he watches you fall apart, hunger all over his face. “Let me see you.”

Satoru’s POV

Satoru feels your little body tense now, as you press against him, two lines between those eyebrows, your face contorted in pleasure, as you’re reddening just a bit when he squeezes even harder. Your pretty eyes roll back, and you gasp for breath as Shoko makes you cum, and he looks down to see you’re gushing all over her, and she’s drinking it up.

Satoru’s precum is sticking to his boxers, his pants as you cum, hips bucking up, your hands gripping his wrist as you look right at him with blown out eyes. Your lips part as you struggle to breath, fuck your life is just in his hands isn’t it? You’re all his, and you seem to know it, even as he lets her bring you to orgasm, you’re looking right at him the entire time.

Satoru could cum right now, but he’ll wait, till you’re all alone. He needs to do so many things to you tonight, now that you’re all his, he needs to make you such a fucking pathetic mess under him. He lets you go now, and you suck up a greedy breath, as Shoko rises, licking her lower lip and smirking at you, and you giggle breathlessly, your lush breasts heaving now.

Satoru takes those breasts in his hands, feeling you shiver against him as he feels their weight in his hands, so fucking perfect. His thumbs brush on your perky nipples now, making them taut as Shoko leans up to kiss you, and fuck if it’s not hot to watch you, kissing her back, your tongues messy, just a tiny bit of saliva dripping between both of you as she cups your face.

You turn to him then, a beautiful blush decorating your cheeks, and you turn your body toward Satoru, cupping his face with your small hands, tenderly, resting your forehead on his. And Satoru knows then, this is so past the obsession and lust, and it’s past falling, Satoru Gojo is madly in love with you.

He’s in love with you.

With you.

You.

He can never let you go, he can never let anything happen to you, fuck he can’t stand the thought of you not in his arms. He doesn’t even know how he’ll work without you there, will he bring you every day and have you warm his cock with your perfect cunt as he works? Will he fuck you over his desk and cum in you over and over, until you’re pregnant?

Will he come to your work every day and watch you, fuck you in that break room so much you’ll trip and fall as you try to be flirtatious in your little outfits? The ones that show too much of that tight fucking body, of your supple curves that constantly make his hands itch to grab you? The ones no one should see.

Should Satoru just hide you away?

No, you love your life too much, and he loves you enough to suffer others seeing you, for now. But the thoughts linger, of just keeping you at his house for him and only him, and bringing you everywhere he goes. He could keep you so fucked out you’d not care, not when he controls your body so well, not when you’re so clearly into him as well.

Feelings for him?

Feelings… for him.

You have them.

How?

Satoru kisses you softly then, exhaling, as you turn in his lap, and one of his hands splays your waist, thumbs pressing into your ribcage. You kiss him so sweetly, over and over, until it takes everything not to fuck into you, but he wants to keep that just for you all, he can’t have someone else, not when he has to lose himself in your every breath, your every sound, every touch.

You’re his now.

“You two are gonna make a baby. I need to get home.” Shoko teases, and he laughs as he watches you giggle, and fuck if it’s not so sweet to hear that throaty little laugh, to watch your face scrunch up so happy for once.

“That was amazing, Shoko. Don’t you want me to return?” You ask her softly now, your delicate fingers brushing back Shoko’s dark hair. She smirks a bit, her eyes going lidded.

“This psycho here is about to lose his shit as it is, but I had fun pleasing you.” She says, and Satoru watches you shift a bit, looking up at him now.

“Toru, don’t you wanna see my skills?” You ask, pouting so pretty, and he chuckles a bit, tapping your nose, why do you make him so stupidly happy, what is it about you?

“You can but I will bury my face in your pussy. I don’t know if I can look at Shoko like that.” Shoko laughs then.

“Same, I don’t wanna watch you two fuck again it was weird. But if you want to, Sweets, you can. Oh fuck my phone has gone crazy.” She picks it up as it’s buzzing, she sits next to you now, laughing. “Suguru is blowing it the fuck up.”

“Oh gosh I hope I didn’t give you a headache.” You say, you always care so much about others, and not enough about yourself, it makes Satoru angry, but at the same time he enjoys this so much about you. He’s kissing up your neck now, you tremble just a bit in his arms, he watches little goosebumps form on your smooth skin, everywhere he touches.

“Nah he’s bullshit for all this. Oh, he’s so fucking mad. He wants to come talk to me now.”

“Would he hurt you?” You ask, and she shakes her head. “Are you sure… I don’t want to-”

“Sweets, I’m good, promise. He won’t do shit except grovel at my feet. Now, I should head to my place so I can deal with him, get him to stop fucking with you both, I hope. If I just explain, Satoru and I are not interested and never have been. Do you think he’s too far gone, Satoru?” Shoko asks then, and Satoru sighs, for he can’t imagine how Suguru could redeem himself after what he’s done to you.

Satoru feels so much intense hatred towards him now, he’d been through so much pain because of a stupid fucking mistake years back, and now you have been through pain. Your first experience was now horrible, ruined for you, so Satoru detests Suguru so much, the one closest to him, but he’s going to make sure he doesn’t get near you ever again.

“I’ll keep her safe, don’t worry, Shoko. If he tries some shit, call me, don’t let him touch you, alright?”

Shoko nods, then leans in to kiss you goodbye, before punching Satoru in the shoulder, making him stick his tongue out at her. You slide off him then, sliding between her legs and slipping up her little black dress, looking to Satoru to get permission, and fuck if you’re not so hot now.

“Once, I’ll allow it. For scientific purposes.” He muses, making you giggle as Satoru tells the driver where to go.

You bend over right in front of him, you still have no panties on, so Satoru slides a finger down your slick folds, making your toned thighs tremble under his touch, he feels those muscles as his free hand runs down them, those calves so tight from your heels you prance around in, to the buckle of that heel still around your ankles.

You clench around his fingers, your soppy little cunt sucking him in when he slides two inside, past that tight entrance, as his other hand slips back up your thigh, gripping your ass, pulling your pussy wider for him. Shoko’s eyes shut in pleasure and she’s screaming out now as you bury your face, and he hears little sounds of you lapping her up.

Fuck you’re sexy, Satoru said he wouldn’t watch, but he’s watching you, and your little hand gripping Shoko’s slender thigh, while your free hand reaches back to Satoru, he takes it and shoves it behind your waist, pressing you further down, and you start gushing around his fingers now. You want him to control you, don’t you? With your little whines mixing with Shoko’s moans filling the limousine.

Shoko’s pulling at your hair, arching her hips up for more, and you’re shuddering as Satoru starts pressing on that spot, your hand sliding up to cup one of Shoko’s breasts, as you bring her higher, Satoru is pressing you closer and closer to your edge once more. You’re pulsing, and fuck he could slip into you now, as he’s holding your delicate wrist so tightly.

You come up for a gasp of air, crying out from his fingers, scissoring in and out of your perfect cunt, hair flowing down your back as you do, then you dive back down and with a couple more flicks Shoko has fallen apart, and she’s cumming on your beautiful face. Satoru lets your wrist go, yanking you up by your hair to look at your face now, soaked and glistening, and you lick your lips with a mischievous little grin.

Satoru swipes at Shoko’s wetness, his eyes drinking you in, and he smirks a bit as he pulls your hair hard, like you enjoy it. “You better have enjoyed that, you’re not doing it again.” He whispers, you whine out pathetically, leaning up to kiss him, but he holds you just a bit off, to keep you needy.

“Never again why, that’s so amazing. Elite.” Shoko muses, adjusting herself then, breathless, but Satoru glares at her. “Yours, I get it crazy.”

“Mmhmm. She enjoys it too much, slutty brat.” Satoru says, kissing you then, and you make this mewling sound from the back of your throat, back to straddling him. Fuck you feel so good in his arms, so good on him, as he inhales that scent, sweet jasmine mixed with your heady arousal. Shoko giggles at you two, grabbing her purse and yanking a pack of cigarettes out.

“Bye you crazy kids.” The limo comes to a stop now, and Shoko stretches, pecking a kiss on your cheek, looking at her phone now. “I think I’ll beat his ass, sounds fun to me.”

“Bye, Shoko, thank you so much.” You say softly, and she smiles, a little sad looking now.

“I still feel like shit, but maybe it’s all for the best, you’ve got psycho ass Satoru now, hmm?” Satoru flips her off, and the two of you just laugh. Shoko waves as she steps out, and Satoru looks down at you, stroking your cheek.

“Ready to go home for a few, baby?”

“Baby, not slut? And home now huh? That’s quick.” You whisper, and he just thinks of you, on his bed, what if you never leave, just stay there naked, waiting. Fuck the thought has him leaking more pre cum, cock straining.

“I have a dress there for you, brat. Can’t have you out in this where we’re going, hot as it is.” You kiss him then, softly, cupping his face.

“Thank you, Toru, that’s thoughtful.” You say, and he scoffs, but at that look in your glittery eyes? Fuck.

“Tch, it’s nothing, I need to dress you up, like my little doll to use.” He says, running his fingers down your arms, and watching you ignite under that touch.

And just like that, Satoru’s world shifts, the anger is a constant, but it’s now tempered with this fierce love for you, and the desire to keep you safe, to keep you in his arms forever. The intense need to fuck you until you can’t remember anything else except for the feeling of him deep inside you, to make you cum until you can’t walk straight.

Fuck he needs to kiss you until you can’t breathe, to make you love him just as much as he loves you, because there was no turning back now, was there? And as the limo starts moving, he’s already thinking of all the ways he’s going to make that happen tonight, all the positions he’ll have you in, all the ways he’ll watch that perfect face in pleasure.

You’re straddling him, your hands on his shoulders as he kisses along your neck, making sure to bite you hard, your skin in his teeth, making you gasp as your head is against his shoulder, feeling his hardness beneath you. Satoru’s hand is squeezing your ass as he whispers into your ear.

“You’re mine, all mine, you know that right?” You exhale, pulling back a bit to look into his eyes.

“You’re so intense, Satoru Gojo. But yes, I know. I made that choice when I called you that night.” You brush back his hair carefully, fuck your touch feels so good to him, it’s hard to take. “Satoru…”

“Mmm, what brat?” He asks, squishing your breasts in his hand and watching your expression.

“Tell me something no one else knows about you.” And for a moment, Satoru Gojo is surprised, his eyes flickering to the side, for you’ve caught him off guard. He thinks of so much he wants to tell you, about himself, but he doesn’t even know where to start.

“That photo, I stole it from Suguru’s phone when you started dating.” He says, and you suck in a breath, eyes going wide. “It’s one of you in lingerie, that outfit that has crotchless panties and your tits out. The amount of times I’ve cum to it…”

“Yeah, you did? Stroke yourself to it?” You whisper as you grind on him, and he moans, yanking you even closer and pressing up, feeling the heat of your eager cunt against his clothed cock.

“I’m breaking you in half tonight for this fucking mouth. Still taste Shoko on you, you know that?” He huffs, and watches your eyes dilate, the pupils overtaking your lighter irises, like a little ring now.

“Do you like that too, Satoru?” You ask softly, and he exhales, pressing up again, watching your head tilt back, exposing more of your pretty throat for his kisses, his bites, his tongue as your heat enwraps his cock.

“Nothing like your taste, evil little brat. You consume me.” He grabs your waist as he keeps licking a trail up the side of your neck, he feels your nipples pressing against his chest. “I would picture fucking you on my desk, would stroke myself in my office looking at it.”

“You need more pictures of me, huh?” You tease, and he sighs, nodding, as the Limo stops once more.

“I have a set for you to wear, under that dress. I’ll tie you up and do a photoshoot like that.” You blush right in front of him, even in the dark, and he smiles at that. “Never been tied up?”

“Of course I haven’t been, crazy. You mean my wrists?” You ask, narrowing your eyes a bit.

“Nah, entire fucking body. Hang you from my ceiling. You blush everywhere, you know?”

“Shush. Letting your crazy ass tie me up seems like a bad decision, what if you keep me tied up!?” He smirks up at you, it’s like you’re reading his goddamn mind, of his baser instincts that he shoves deep down.

“Only one way to find out, but that’s after the date. We’re here, c’mon.” He taps your hips now, and the driver opens the door. Satoru stands and tips him, letting him know to wait for a while, before giving you his hand to step out, when you step in the house he can’t help but press you against a wall, slamming his lips down on yours brutally.

You melt into his arms, lips so pliable and sweet, and Satoru briefly considers fucking you against that wall, but he wants to make you beg, plead, and you’re already close to it. You whine out, reaching down to rub his aching cock now, making Satoru even harder, sticking to his fucking boxers, pressing into your hand.

“Let me suck you for a bit first, please?” You ask softly, and he chuckles just a bit, as he brushes his thumb down your full lower lip.

“Then get on your knees, you can see what you’ve been doing to me all damn day.” You drop right to your knees, and Satoru takes one hand, pulling at your hair as one braces on the wall, and you’re unzipping him, opening your mouth eagerly, Satoru shoves your face on him, feeling the back of your throat, so wet and tight. “Oh my… f-fuck… that’s it, take it down that throat.”

You’re sucking and licking so eagerly, as he uses your throat, looking down at eyes watering with tears that trickle down the corners, landing on your long lashes, dripping to your cheeks. You are so fucking beautiful when you cry, aren’t you? Satoru feels your throat constricting around his length as you suck a breath through your nose, just like he showed you.

“Wanna know how often I came to that picture?” You whine, nodding now and pulling back just a bit to suck him, lapping his precum out of his tip hungrily.

“Please tell me, please.” You beg, voice hoarse from his cock, then he pulls your hair even harder, hips snapping his cock into that perfect throat again and again, you make his entire body shiver with pleasure, as his mind wanders, eyes rolling back in his head at how perfect you feel.

“I would lay in bed at night, picturing all the ways I would have you, how I’d suck, bite and kiss your skin until you’re black and fucking blue. Pinch those nipples so hard they’re swollen, then I’d beat that nice little ass of yours too, hit it over and over till you’re covered in my handprints- ah fuck!”

You’re moaning around him, bobbing on him so good, fuck you’re such a good girl, aren’t you for him? Satoru pulls out then, your cheeks hollow as you suck so hard, until he pulls out with a pop, and sees you’re covered with slobber and drool, dazed out eyes eating him up from down there.

“Satoru do we really need a date?” You ask, and he is tilting your chin up, to stroke your cheek, as he leans down.

“You demanded one, needy little brat. My dick gets you that horny, doesn’t it?” You pout, nodding, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, fuck you make him stupidly happy, don’t you?

“The words more than anything, but of course this.” You kitten lick his tip, and he sucks in a breath at that, pulling back at how sensitive he is now.

“Well if you’re a good girl I’ll show you some of what I’ve wanted to do.” He eases you up now, and watches as you nearly fall, and he gives you a smirk. “Can’t even walk from sucking me? Why are you so pathetic, hmm?”

“You make me this way.” You kiss him then, and he tastes himself, your tongue still has his precum on it, making him moan. “You have good self control, I am afraid mine is shit.”

“Oh baby I’ve had to watch you for so long, I’m patient now.” You blink a bit now, lashes casting shadows under your eyes, where he notices you’ve put concealer to hide those circles you have lately. But it’s not like he’ll let you get any sleep, will he? “There’s a box on the kitchen counter, if you’re not too fucked out to make it there.”

“Fuck off, Toru.” You scowl, and he laughs at you as you stomp over to the kitchen now, taking the black box with blue ribbon, opening it, then you gasp. “Oh my, it's so gorgeous… it’s so fancy!”

“Go put it on. But look under it.” You lift the tissue paper, then he watches your face flush, as you lift the black lace. “You’ll wear that under the dress.”

“Yes, sir.” You’re teasing but you’re making his cock hard again, fuck Satoru is just edging himself, but it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy to do that anyway, to tease his tip and play and play until he hurt. Now you’re right here, and you’re looking up at him, a smile lighting up your face, and it stabs him in the chest.

Satoru Gojo doesn’t hate you.

Satoru Gojo never did.

Hate, no…

He’s loved you since he saw you.

Your POV

You never hated Satoru Gojo, did you?

No, quite the opposite.

As you sit next to him that night in this fancy, beautiful little restaurant, cozy and intimate in a red plush booth together, and you look at him as he studies the menu, it’s like something clutches at your heart. He’s so heartbreakingly beautiful, with his smooth, perfect skin, those high cheekbones, those pouty lips that are pursed as he thinks of what he wants.

The soft lighting of the restaurant makes his skin shimmer, the intimate glow of the table lighting casting little reflections in the hollows of his cheeks, casting a striking shadow. His hair is freshly brushed back, but just a bit falls in the front of his forehead, making your fingers itch to brush it back now, but he is brushing it back with long, elegant fingers.

He’s in this three piece suit, a dark blue, and you’re in a glittery navy blue dress, that hugs your curves perfectly, as if Satoru had measured you inch for inch. It has a slit that goes daringly up one thigh, revealing a garter that was pink leather with a metal heart. Satoru had rolled his eyes as you had squealed in excitement at the fact he’d gotten you something pink.

“You staring at me?” He says then, in that husky voice so teasing and conceited, his swirling blue eyes locking on yours, making your mouth go dry. You swallow a bit, nodding then, watching his lips turn up on one corner.

“Can’t help it, too gorgeous.” Your voice is soft, but you see just a hint of pink on his cheekbones, before he scoffs.

“Of course I am. Look at you though.” His gaze flickers, and you feel his looks like a caress as they rest on your neck, then to your collarbone, then lower and lower, heat pooling in your tummy. “Surprised we made it out of the house with you in this. This is how I would dress you, like my doll.”

“Your doll, hmm?” You whisper, he lets out a quiet sigh, leaning close and kissing you gently, just a brush of his sweet lips. “Is that freaky talk, Toru?”

“Maybe you’ll see later tonight. You’ll be up all night, better order something good to fill you up before I do.” You’re a mess now, squirming in your seat, thighs rubbing together as you crave friction, crave him. “Want me to order for you?”

“Please? I’m used to like… a winghouse or something.”

“Gotta get used to finer things.”

“You’ll keep me around, hmm?” Your hand rests on his muscled thigh, and he leans closer to you now, you inhale that expensive, tantalizing cologne in your nostrils, making them flare just a bit.

“You’re not going anywhere. Did you think I’d let you go so easy?” He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your leg over his own as he keeps looking at the menu.

“Do you still hate me, Toru?” You ask, and he looks away then, as if contemplating something. You wonder at times if you’ll ever get in his head.

“I never hated you.” You blink in surprise then, in shock almost, gasping as he then holds up two fingers and three waiters clamor over, all women who are dying for a chance to serve him. “White or red wine?”

“Pink.” You snort as he scowls at you, then sighs, looking over at the wine menu and running a finger down it.

“A bottle of Rose, please.”

“Yay!”

He glares again, and you’re laughing behind your hand. “Then we’ll start with the Duck Pâté en Croûte…”

“Duck!?”

“Shut it, prissy brat. Let the master work here.” You just watch him, as he speaks oddly perfect french. “Also the cake d’alsace to start, then we’ll have filet mignons for the main course, pick whatever side you think is best here.”

“Yes, of course, such a good choice Mr. Gojo!” One of the pretty waitresses says, and he just looks back at you, smiling a bit.

“Dessert we’ll do the creme brulee and chocolate mousse. I think that’s everything we need for the night.” He hands them the menus, and they eagerly bounce off, well two of them, one leans forward to whisper in his ear, and he tenses a bit, before glaring at her. “I tip insanely well especially if you don’t flirt with me while I’m with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry… Mr. Gojo…” She blushes and runs off, and you look at him in surprise, smiling then.

“I’m your girlfriend, hmm?” He rolls his pretty eyes, long snowy lashes fluttering as he sighs.

“I won’t ask you.”

“Oh then maybe I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Then ask.” You both glare now, and then you laugh, caressing his face with your fingers softly. “I’m kidding. ‘Oh of course I’ll date you, Satoru’ there.”

“Didn’t ask.” You nudge him playfully, drooling practically at his smile.

“You’re so handsome when you’re smiling you know.” He pouts again, narrowing his eyes, and you sigh. “No really, I love it.”

“Yeah yeah, simp so hard for me, don’t you.” You roll your eyes at him, as they bring the bottle and appetizers, he pours you a glass himself, tilting the glass just so, before handing it to you.

“Maybe I do simp for you.” You admit, and he’s grinning again, he tries to hide it but it’s of no use, Satoru is having fun, and so are you.

Who would have thought.

His hand comes to cup your face, as he holds a little morsel of that crazy fancy food on a silver fork, and you part your lips, letting him pop it between. You chew then, eyes shutting, moaning a bit. “Fuck that’s yummy.”

“It is yummy.” He murmurs, and you gasp when he has slid a hand up your bare thigh, under the thick white tablecloth, making your body tense with stark desire. Your eyes open to see him studying you, those eyes so damn intense it’s hard to take. “So you tell me something no one knows.”

“You actually wanna get to know me? Because I’m your girlfriend?” You tease, only earning a rough squeeze on your thigh, bruising as he presses you down into that seat, making you so wet you can’t stand it. You want him so damn bad it hurts.

“You’re mine. Yes, you should tell me things now.”

“So demanding.” You scoff, as does he, then you sigh, taking a sip of the sweet Rose, with it’s tart aftertaste tickling your tongue. “Okay, well my parents um… left me when I was young.”

Satoru pauses then, his brows lowering. “Fuck them.”

You smile at that. “Yeah, they left me with my grandparents, who were sweet but we were very low income. I got picked on for having no money, for not having nice things, so I didn’t have many friends.”

“Fuck them too.” He sips his wine, and you raise your glass.

“Cheers to that.” Your glasses click, and fuck it feels good just to speak to him, for once no insane drama looming over you all. “So I ended up working my ass off from a young age, I bought what I could to sort of fit in, then I guess… boys started finding me pretty, so I ended up popular by default towards the end of high school. But I never felt like I fit in.”

“Why the Barbie bimbo aesthetic?”

“Well I never had barbies growing up, I had nothing really. So I sort of idolized her, she could do anything. I should show you my special collection.”

“No thanks.” You stick your tongue out and he smiles softly, hand soft on your skin again. “If you must.”

“I must, I collect all sorts of them, from the fifties and everything. Mmm, so yummy…” He’s putting another bite in your mouth now.

“So you got popular later. And you own that house don’t you?”

“How’d you know?”

“I may have looked it up online and saw you on the deed.” You lean back, glaring up at him now, and he shrugs, taking a bite and looking far too sexy doing so. “What, can’t I be curious?”

“How often did you watch me?”

“Just at night, I worried someone would stalk you.”

“Like you!?”

“No, someone terrible who’d hurt you.” You look up at the fancy ceiling with all the hanging chandeliers then.

“No more of that, got it?”

“If you move in.”

“Satoru!”

“It’s for your own good. Hush now.” He’s slipping his hand between your thighs now, where you’re hot and soaking wet, and he moans softly, as your hips rock against your better judgement. “You like it, stop fucking lying. You like me so obsessed with you I can’t think.”

“Fuck off.” It’s true, there’s something mentally wrong with both of you, you lean your head on his shoulder then, clinging to his silky blue tie and crying out when he finds your sensitive clit with a rough finger in little circles.

“I won’t have to as much now that you’re mine.”

“That’s so… toxic… mmm…” He hums just a bit, pulling that finger back and sucking on it like it’s dessert, your mouth positively waters.

“So you had shit parents, and a rough childhood. That kind of explains the overt daddy issues.”

“Oh whatever. You wanted to be called daddy.” You whisper in his ear, nipping the lobe then, enjoying that suck in of his breath.

“Fuck you, brat.”

“Mmm, you should. Edging yourself all damn night.”

“Just wait, fuck you’re impatient.”

Your hand slides up his lap now, over his cock, and he jolts then, as you tease him right back.

You don’t make it for dessert, that is in the to-go boxes now.

Satoru strips you down, the dress slithering off your body as he avidly stares at you, as it falls to a pool around your ankles, onto the floor of his bedroom. Satoru exhales, stepping back and holding your hands, pulling you toward his giant bed now, eyes devouring you in the lingerie. Your breasts are spilling out, and it’s barely covering anything.

Your first instinct is to cover up just a bit, then Satoru is picking you up in his arms, carrying you and hoisting you up on the bed to sit, hands trembling just slightly as they work down your breasts, your waist, your hips. He squeezes your breasts, bending down and licking your nipples through the black lace, your head falls back as it feels so damn good you can’t take it.

Satoru’s free hand slinks across your tummy, it trembles under his touch, until it goes to your throat, cupping you under your chin and looking down at you. “I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you pick. Tie you up, overstimulate you, or I could cause you so much pain, leave you marked everywhere for me. What does my greedy brat want?”

You’re so nervous you’re shaking, as you want it but you don’t even know what he’s talking about, what all it means. “Um… let’s try the pain?”

“You’re cute.” He says softly, tapping your nose, then he leaves for just a few and comes back, with a wood paddle and whips, and you’re even more nervous when you see little nipple clamps and a silver dangling chain that connects them. “Nervous?”

“Y-yeah. I’m new to this sort of thing.”

“Suguru is vanilla huh?”

“I don’t wanna think of that.” Satoru sighs at that.

“You wish it never happened?” He attaches a collar to your throat, it looks like some goth choker Cho would wear with a chain, then he tugs firmly, pulling your breasts out of the cups of the lingerie, running the cold metal on them, making you gasp.

“I only don’t regret the time with both of you, because that was our first time, wasn’t it, Toru? Mmm…” His eyes flicker with emotion then, and you watch him gulp, before he’s easing the clamps, and you’re whimpering. “Ah- ah… Toru…”

“Our first time to me was that night you came to me. Because that’s when I got to do what I really wanted. All by myself, the only way it should be.” His husky voice gets rougher as he twists the clamps, and they’re steadily pinching your nipples now, getting hard between them. “Fuck they look pretty like this. I can’t wait to suck on them after, you’ll be so bruised.”

“Toru do you even use a safe word?” He chuckles, as he places little kisses down your throat, tickling your skin.

“Sure we can, let it be barbie. But you’ll like it, you’ll do so good for me, a perfect girl won’t you?” You nod eagerly, and then he’s flipping you over, letting your legs dangle off the bed, you’re still in your black heels you notice, but he’s down there, taking them off, one by one. “If you can take ten hits I’ll get you off with my mouth, if you can’t you’ll be choking on my cock. Got it?”

“I’m good with either- ow fuck!” He smacks the fuck out of you now, on your right ass cheek with a paddle, making you glare back at him, while he looks hungry, licking his lips.

“You’ll address me better than that. C’mon, baby, y’know what to call me.” He says, caressing that cheek now, it stings and burns.

Satoru’s POV

“Yes, Sir?” You ask tentatively, bracing for another hit, and he smirks behind you, as he watches you bent over.

“Arch that ass back more. There.” He cooes as you press it up, your ass and hips like some perfect heart over his bed. “I’d brace yourself.”

“Shit-ah!” You cry out as he smacks your other cheek, watching it jiggle perfectly as he’s hit you hard, the sound resounding in his quiet room with a loud smack. You’re shivering, head buried. “Was sir not right?”

“No, baby, it wasn’t right. But it’s okay, I’m enjoying this view.” Both of your ass cheeks have red whelps, and he’s stripping down slowly, loosening his tie and his belt buckle as he’s straining against his boxers. “How should you address me baby?”

“D-daddy. Ah!” He smacks you again, this time lower on your cheek, but not quite as hard, and you’re moaning, shifting your hips, he sees those puffy lips of your cunt so perfectly where your thighs have a gap, and he’s sliding his finger between them for just a moment, groaning as you whimper. “Please…”

“Please what, brat? You have six more. You determine how hard they are.” You take a breath, looking back at him with pretty tears in your eyes, making him even harder.

“Please touch me more, Daddy.” He moans at that, at how that name sounds from your lips, images of him making you a mommy fucking killing him. Now he’s envisioning you pregnant, and he’s yanking his shirt off, suddenly too hot.

“If you don’t make a noise for the next two I will. Can you, slutty little girl?” You nod eagerly, bracing yourself again, fuck you’re adorable, aren’t you? “It’ll hurt less if you relax.” He grips your hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples in your lower back, and you exhale, softening your stance. “Ready?”

You nod, then he hits you hard, right between your ass cheeks, over your overheating cunt, and he hears you suck in a breath, burying your face, but you don’t make a noise. He’s so proud of you, especially when he smacks you again, right on your thighs, where he knows it will hurt more, but you’re just quietly moaning into his blankets.

“You’re such a good girl. I don’t think you need more hits.” He puts his paddle down then, and caresses your ass cheeks, covered in red marks, but you look back at him again, lust overtaking your gorgeous face.

“I wanna be s’good for you, Daddy.” You whisper, then arch your back out more. “I can take the rest.”

Fuck.

“You can take four more? You sure, brat?”

“I can do it, promise.”

You like it, fuck you like it don’t you? Satoru bends down on his knees now, kissing where he’s marked, his breath merely teasing your cunt, fuck he’s wanted to lick it all night, but he wants you a mess, and you’re becoming one for him. He stands back up, grabbing the whip instead, stepping back and angling it on your right cheek, leaving another welp.

You keep your noises in, but he sees it, the wetness drooling from your cunt. “You’re making a mess, these carpets are expensive.”

“S-sorry, Daddy.” You’re so good, fuck.

“Three more, you ready?” You nod, and he smacks you again, again, then again… and you nearly fall, he has to wrap an arm around you before you collapse, knees knocking. Satoru cups your face gently, eyes searching yours for any sort of pain or fear, but your eyes…

They’re glazed over with desire, dilated.

“You did so good, baby.” He says softly, and your tears fall down your pretty face in streaks, as you sniffle, clinging to him then, slamming your lips on his, nearly knocking him to the floor with the ferocity.

“Please, please, please.” You whisper fervently, Satoru gently places you up in the center of his bed now, leaning over you on his arms, struck by your beauty as you’re sobbing under him.

“I’ll take care of you baby. I’ll take care of you.” He says softly, and watches as you sniffle, as your hips arch up, your ass must be throbbing huh? But you’re clinging to him desperately, then he’s kissing your lips, drinking in the rest of your sweet cries, tasting those salty tears, before he’s spreading your thighs, kissing down your throat, his mouth watering as he thinks of your pussy on his mouth again.

“Toru… need you. Need you.”

Fuck you need him?

Well Satoru needs you, on him, under him, a fucking mess.

Perfect.

Your POV

Satoru’s looking up at you with those beautiful blue eyes, and your ass is pulsating with brutal pain, but it only enhances your need for him, of how much you crave this man. He’s so sweet now, such a fucking contradiction, as he parts your glistening lips and swipes his tongue up, you damn near cum from just that, thighs shaking as you scream out.

He moans softly against you, his hands shoving your thighs up as his tongue swirls your clit, before he's sucking it into his mouth. You scream out in pleasure, hands entwining in his snowy white hair, as he hums on it and you feel the pleasure shooting through your body, mixed with the pain of the clamps and your stinging ass cheeks.

Satoru laps you up as you cum all over his face, drinking you with an eager tongue, now he is reaching up, tightening the clamps. The pain just makes you wetter as he then pulls on that chain, and it constricts your breath just so, on either side of your throat, licking more and more fervently.  You damn near can't take it, it's too many sensations at once, along with his blue eyes that look so lovingly at you.

You cum harder this time, this orgasm making your hips buck as you gush all over his mouth. Satoru moans, sliding up now and pinching your nipples again, you feel the tears start all over at the pain, and he looks at you so adoringly, so intensely, brushing your tears aside.

“Yeah, does it hurt baby?” You nod, jerky movements as your thighs quiver around his hips, and you feel that hot length on your inner thigh. “Want me to take em off? Gotta ask nicely.”

“Please d-daddy… mouth.” You're reduced to broken, nonsensical statements, yet again. Satoru makes you lose your sense of self, you forget how to move those lips.

“Okay baby. I'll take care of them.” He whispers, pulling the clamps off to reveal bruising nipples, which he tenderly kisses. You gasp, back arching into the hot embrace, jerking back when he sucks one into his mouth, so sore and aching you are crying more. “Mmm… you know how pretty you are crying?”

“Am I, Daddy?”

“You're so pretty. That mascara running down these cheeks… aw look, they're so puffy and red.” He pinches your nipples, and you let out shaky sobs as he cooes over you mockingly. But you're even wetter, hands reaching for his hips, pulling him down.

“Please, inside… me. Please oh please.” You whisper, pleadingly looking up at his pretty face, and his eyes dilate until they're so dark, and he is pulling your hips up as he holds his cock at the base, rubbing on your clit, making your face scrunch up in pleasure as it hits, you cum just when his tip presses in.

Satoru sucks a sore nipple again, eyes watching as you’re crying in pain, before shoving his cock inside you, so many fucking inches snug in your entrance, hitting your cervix on the first damn thrust. He releases your collar now, your cunt tightening around his cock as he slams into you, so deep, so rough, that you're sure he's going to split you in half.

But oh it feels so good, like nothing you’ve ever felt before, as you fall more into Satoru, the man that watches you, that stole pictures, that looked up your damn house. The same man that turned down a pretty waitress right in front of you, that’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the goddamn world, as his cock wrecks your pussy, and he wrecks your fucking mind.

You can't stop screaming, your throat hoarse as he hits that spot so good, that spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head, his thick leaky tip pressing again and again, until he’s flipped you, and you’re on top. You rock your hips, rolling them and resting your hands on his chest, and he’s moaning as he fucks up into you, sucking on your sore nipples, biting them and making tears fall down onto his face.

He’s fucking you so hard, you're bouncing on his cock, those bruised cheeks smacking against his hard thighs as you are slammed down his length, his hands brutal on your hips. Your thighs are sticky with your cum, dripping down to his stomach, mixing with his sweat in precum, sounding so loud and squishing so fucking obscene. Satoru slides his hands up your breasts, pinching them and making you shiver as you struggle to move.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking perfect. All mine, all fucking mine, aren’t you?” He whispers, yanking you down then, gripping your ass that’s covered in whelps, as you fall against his chest, your hair falling like a curtain to the side of you both.

“Yours, m’yours Toru.” You say softly, and he gasps then, his eyes fluttering shut, as you kiss him desperately, tongues entwining so fucking sloppy, and he’s steadily thrusting slower, but deeper, impossibly, you think you’ll break from it.

“Wanna be my little doll?” You nod eagerly, having no clue what he means. “Then stay really still, and don’t speak, can you? Let me use you.” You nod again, and Satoru groans, his movements getting erratic as he lifts your hips up and fucks into you, and you scream out, making him smack your cheek just slightly. “Stay still, dolls can’t move don’t you know?”

You get even wetter as you try to stay still, as Satoru cups your face, looking so deeply in your eyes, his cock making your inner walls throb, so fucking sore but you want more, more, more. You stay so quiet, tears still falling as his big hands brutally use your ass to bounce you, and your eyes roll back, as you bite your lip so hard you break the skin.

“That’s it, good girl. Good girl, my little doll. Just mine.” He cups your face then, flipping you, shoving your thighs up so high you’re going to be so sore, the stretch delicious as he presses you down with his weight. “I’m gonna fill my pretty doll up, that’s what you’re good for, cumming in, hmm?”

You don’t answer, and he grins, shoving his cock back in, holding your thighs down as he cups your face, eyes drinking you in as you’re sobbing at how good it feels, your nipples against his chest, his body dripping with sweat, your ass scraping against the blankets. He’s hitting that spot inside you, the one only he can hit, making you scream against your will.

“Sorry, sorry…” You whisper, and he huffs then, shaking his head, gulping as he grips your face so goddamn tight, squeezing your fucking skull.

“You’re mine, all mine. Aren’t you?” You nod eagerly, and he moans, and you can feel him thicken and throb, as he presses in so deep it hurts, and you’re shaking everywhere as you struggle to stay on this Earth, as Satoru becomes your Earth, your universe, your everything.

“Y-yours, all yours. Yours.” He moans then, kissing you before he’s coming deep inside you, your body milking him, making him pulse out everything he’s got, and he moans so loud, his cheeks flushing.

“Take all this cum, wanna get you pregnant baby. Yeah?”

“Yes, please… please.” You’re gripping him so tightly, cupping his face as he is, as he pumps you so goddamn full, filling you everywhere with those hot sticky ropes of cum, until you’re both trembling messes, kissing desperate, messy, sloppy.

And when he’s done,  his cock still deep, his eyes closed for just a moment before he blinks and looks at you, caressing your hair and looking at you like that? When you’re sobbing into his neck, feeling so empty and so full at the same time. “It’s okay baby, I got you. You did so good, you know that?”

“Satoru…” You’re huffing, your cheeks reddened, your eyes watery, as he eases your legs down, still nestled snug in your cunt, aftershocks making you both gasp, both whine.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He kisses your forehead, but you shake your head then, for once all this drama of Suguru, of everything was shoved back, and only one thing was completely clear.

“Satoru… I… I love you.” You whisper then, between your tears, a mumble, and Satoru Gojo pulls up, resting on his hands over you, his blue eyes wide.

Shit…

ao3 chap: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/151141063

A/N: Stalking isn't cool, Gojo is hella toxic... but it's a yandere story you knew this lol.