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I still can’t get over you’re all consuming fic it was sooo good and I was wondering how would siren satosugu deal with reader on her period?
TYSM! EEE THIS IS SUCH A INTERESTING CONCEPT I LOVE LOVE! TYSM ANNIE
Ps warnings for period sex and dp! :)
This is the fic annie is talking abt >&
We all know that Gojo has a massive sweet tooth that just can’t be helped. And of course Gojo eventually learns that most woman have a craving for sweets when they’re on their monthly. So naturally the siren will wander on land picking up plenty of candy, cakes—ANYTHING his mate would adore.
Not just sweets of course, but he’s prone to think those are preferred unless stated by you. Gojo is almost childlikeand will offer you food at your feet. Grinning proudly, so proud that he’s taken care of his mate.
Geto on the other hand does is research full and extensively. He attains many books about the human body—attempting to pinpoint exactly how to prevent any further uncomfortableness. Depending on how bad the period is, his methods will become even more intense.
If your cramps ever become so painful you can’t walk or even form a coherent thought—things will become even more unorthodox. He’ll try all human remedies like heat, medicine—all the above before he resorts to using his siren speech. Gojo usually always resorts to this manner first, only because his pretty little mate shouldn’t be in pain for so long. However, Geto tries his hardest to not be so impulsive as his partner but he also can’t help but save you from your natural bodily functions.
He’ll talk low and slow—so honeyed til you become relaxed and slack. He declares that you’re pliant and he almost puts you in a coma like state when it gets so bad. When like this your body doesn’t really the pain or symptoms it’s under.
Now… this is the sweet stuff and although the pair of them love your very being, they can’t help but be turned on by the smell of the strong iron that lies between your thighs.
“Mate, you smell so good here. Sweeter than you usually do.” Gojo practically drools all while pawing at the little space your legs are offering.
Geto of course always readily agrees,using one veined hand to spread open your thighs. Geto adds,”Y’know I read a book that says stimulation will make all our mates troubles go away.” His nimble fingers would caress the suppleness of your chubby cheek,slightly pinching before asking,” Does mate want to feel better?”
You helplessly nod, just wanting to stop the constant ache that’s consuming the lower part of your tummy. “You heard her Gojo, make our mate feel better.”
Gojo doesn’t need to hear a word longer before he completely parts your legs,diving face first into the blood coated folds. He laps and licks like a stray that’s never had their first nutritious meal. His webbed fingers clutch on the fat of your thighs kneading that fat that’s on them.
Geto coos at you, gently kissing and nipping at your exposed neck. His hand reaches down and grips the prominent pudge that lays above your uterus, also kneading the flesh in a comforting way. He swallows all your moans through the slow kisses he’s leading.
He breaks apart from the affection, slyly grinning almost like there’s a genuine idea that just came to him. He talks lowly to both you and Gojo. “What if we made sure mate doesn’t have to worry about this silly little period for a little bit? Wouldn’t our pups make everything feel better?”
Gojo eagerly pops up when he hears the word pups. He’s smiling wide and wild, blood coating the bottom half of his handsome face. “Do you want that cutie, hmmm? Want all our babies to make your poor pussy stop hurting?”
There’s no need for verbal agreement because Gojo eventually has your body leaning against his, perfectly aligned to the pink tip of his dick. You’re ready to take him until you feel Geto insert himself right behind you. He caresses the skin on your back, uttering sweet nothings that you know are meant to relax you.
But for what? You’ve had sex with them way too many times to count. But soon you realize exactly why he’s cooing and trying to coax you into being obedient. Soon you begin to feel Geto align himself along with Gojo.
You begin thrashing away, whining about how that’s too much. Geto easily hushes you,”Shh,sweet girl, we’re gonna take away all your periods for now.”
Do you guys like the long fics or the short fics?(I’ve never written anything real short but short for me is 5k-6k) since I’m writing again I wanna know what’s best
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Choso has a huge crush on his little brother’s classmate and he’s very determined to ever get a chance with her.
Warnings- p in v,spitting, masturbation, older Choso(not really but he feels like an old pervert), tad bit of face sitting, needy Cho, tad bit obsessive, uni reader.
Wc-6.9k
"Why do you wanna know about her?" The man tenses up and stares into his lap,pondering how exactly how to answer. Does he say he dreams of the woman he's asking about? Does he reply about how his hands twitch to touch her when any of her plump skin reveals itself? Does he respond with her voice makes him feel so calm and wanted?
He clears his throat while rubbing a moist palm against his dark washed jeans,"I just think she's nice. Seen her around before." A peachy colored brow raises,"I dunno bro,sounds like you've gotta crush on her." The man sitting in the booth stiffens,his brain is already thinking,"Oh my god is it that noticeable? If Yuji noticed has she? Fuck,what if she thinks I'm some crazy stalker? I always stare at her.
"Choso?" The hearing of his brother's calling takes him away from his distractingly loud inner voice. "Mm I-I don't. I just want to know about her,I want to be her friend." Even as Choso says those words,he knows he's not good at covering his little(ginormous) crush(infatuation) on you. However,Yuji doesn't find it too suspicious because he easily shrugs it off.
"That's good. I'm glad you're attempting to get to know more people outside your small circle. But why not just talk to her?" Oh,jeez,why did he not talk to you? Was it the way you always seemed to always have your pudgy face shoved into some kind of book? Was it the reason of your beautiful smile beaming so bright with other people? Was it your sweet voice that always sounds so good;he hates when people dare to interrupt it. Or was it the fact that you made Choso so cripplingly nervous he can't even compute?
"Uhh..It's hard talking to new people. You know I have a hard time when it's not with family or friends." Yuji nods knowingly,"Well I guess telling you about her wouldn't hurt." Choso internally is so happy right now,he feels so much closer already and he hasn't even spoken to you yet. "She likes movies,I've heard her rave about all kinds of those old and new films. She likes reading too,in class she always has some sort of book. She's a really good baker and chef too,she's made food for small parties and it's always been real good. She's also really understanding and laid back,a lot of people enjoy talking to her cause she's so sweet. And uhhh...she's kinda dorky too,but in an endearing way you know?"
Choso's ashamed to say he already knew most of the information his brother brought up. He can't help but want to know though,when it comes to you he's a fiend for information. He always finds himself watching away in some secluded corner,loving every second and every minute of whatever you're doing. "What do you think?" Yuji asks. "I lo-like it." Choso replies. He winces a bit after his response,scolding himself for almost letting another word slip.
"Good cause I'm going to give you something that I'll think you'll like." Yuji pulls out his phone and types something in that Choso can't wait to know. He seems done in a few seconds because he tells Choso to check his phone. He does,pulling out his "outdated" phone and his heart immediately leaps from his chest. In front of his eyes was your Instagram—oh my god! He's been attempting to look for this for so long but had no idea how to find it. "Do I follow her?"
Yuji sighs,"Yesss,follow her. She'll probably follow you back." Choso looks at your account,admiring your username with his tired brown eyes. He takes note of the fact that you're private,which is unfortunate because right now he just wanted to stare at the pretty pictures that's posted. He keeps thinking what if you start to believe he's some type of creep? After all you're his little brother's friend and you've probably never seen Choso around. But God,did he need some semblance of closeness with you. Watching wasn't enough for Choso anymore—he longs to touch you;picturing digging his slender fingers into the sheer weight of your plump skin. He especially dreams of touching your cute tummy,he loves the way it's an adorable pouch right above your mound. He loves when you wear little cropped things and he can see your rolls form whenever you're doing something so mundane.
He almost drools thinking about touching the doughy skin,melting in the way his fingers would absolutely sink into it effortlessly. He imagines gripping onto your tummy while he's on top thrusting into you so deep until you whimper and moan for him. You'd sound so good,he just knows it.
"So are you gonna follow her?" Yuji asks. Choso glances at his phone,the pad of his thumb ghosting above the follow button. He gulps thinking about what exactly he wants to have with you—something he'll only have if he ever gets the guts to talk to you. He quickly places his finger on the button but not without instantly turning off his phone and shoving the device into his pocket. He already appears nervous,already thinking about the big possibility of being ignored.
Yuji grimaces at the action performed in front of him. He scratches the back of his head,"Are you sure you don't like her? It seems like you do.." Choso nods hesitantly while palming the imprint of his phone now slot in his pocket,impatiently caressing the phone as if that'd make you notice him any faster. "I don't like her,just wanna be her friend."
"Righttttt...you totally like her. Why not just tell me that in the first place?" Yuji sits back awaiting an answer,looking at Choso's much too tired eyes. The man sitting across him curls into himself and sighs,feeling odd having to explain his crush on you.
"I dunno...you're my younger brother and I thought it'd weird if I asked you to hook me up with one of your friends." Yuji waves him off with an amused scoff,"Don't worry,me and her aren't even that close,so it's nothing that personal. But I will say asking for info about her and pretending not to like is much weirder than the truth."
"Right." Choso nods,taking that in. It makes him think should he tell you upfront that he wants you? Oh God—nevermind,just thinking about that made him nauseous. But he wants you so bad though—no,needs you. What should he do? He reaches up to play with one of his messy buns in a nervous manner,plotting how exactly he'll force things to work with you.
"Well big bro,I gotta head back to the dorm. Thanks for taking me out to lunch—Oh and let me know how things work out with your girlfrienddddd." Choso can't help but blush at the slight tease because oh my God yes! Yes,yes! Please be his girlfriend—no,his wife! Fuck whatever you wanted to be he'd be fine with as long as he was yours. "Whatever Yuji...drive safely and study well."
Yuji gives him a wave and smile that says "Yes I willl." Choso stays seated in the booth so utterly tempted to pull out his phone and just see if you finally let him in. He's so impatient so he can't help but grab his phone and just peek if anything happened. Oh my god! He smiles so big his cheeks are stretched to the point it stings.
There before his eyes he sees you now allowed him to view your account AND you followed him back as well. He doesn't know why you followed him back because he only has a very bad quality photo of himself as a profile pic but he doesn't care at all. He wants to look at all you've posted right here in the restaurant but a gut feeling tells him to not indulge himself right now. He has to go home right now.
So he does so,he literally rushed home so fast he nearly forgot to pay for the food before he left. But that doesn't matter anymore—no,because now he's in the comfort of his home,eagerly and greedily waiting to admire whatever his eyes would permit him to. He leans back against the back of his couch fumbling to go back to instagram.
He presses on the first highlight and he's now met with a photo of you—instead he sees some kind of sweet pastry that's so cutely decorated. He scrolls to the next,then the next,until finally he lands on one that's of your pretty face. It's simple,very casual to the point you're not even wearing any make up,it's just you happily enjoying the setting sun behind you. Choso knows the possible intention of the photo was to capture natures beauty but dear God,you're such a pretty little thing. You got the cutest plump little cheeks that remind Choso of a chipmunk or a plump bunny,hydrated lips highlighting a charming smile, the kindest eyes that stare deep into his,not to forget the softness of all your features that seem so angelic and pure.
You're appear so soft....so pliable that he could just reach out and mold your lush body. Air starts to fill Choso's lungs at a slower rate and his breathing patterns are already beginning to be more ragged. He feels a knot build up in the pit of his tummy,a usual feeling when he thinks of you for far too long.
His abs tense and he places his hand a top of his lap,seemingly trying to prevent something that's already started. "N-No,gotta not do it to her again." He whines guiltily,ashamed of how often he gets off to you. And before it was just the thought of you,now that there's material he knows he won't be able to control himself.
He feels himself grow more and more aroused to the point he can longer will himself to not indulge into his flesh. He weakly palms himself through the material of his pants;his eyes still locked in on the photo of you. His hand speeds up a little bit as he takes a glance at your lips,licking his parted ones as he does so. He imagines you doing this for me,comforting him after a long stressful day at work.
He can just picture your short and stubby fingers fiddling to try and make him feel good. He'd reassure you that whatever you do will always feel pleasurable because you're so perfect so naturally everything you do is going to be just as perfect. "(Reader)...need you so bad. Please." He cries out in his empty home—his wanton craving for you still not being fulfilled.
He grips on his shaft in a way he thinks you would;firm yet gentle,just enough to make his hips piston up and chase the arousing sensation. "Wanna cum all over your little hand...fuckkk,wan' kiss you all over your pretty face." He groans,his motivated hand still moving around his fabric covered groin.
"Fuck it." He grows greedy and the touch through his clothes just aren't enough. He quickly pulls his cock out from the confines of the clothes—the sheer girth and length of it already slamming against his belly button. He works up a decent amount of saliva and spits it on his achy cock. He sighs in relief once the self made lube hits it. He takes advantage of the slip that he now has and starts stroking at a medium pace.
"Mmf,so cute. So cute fucking cute." As he pleases himself he doesn't take his eyes off of the picture ,admiring all your features at the most natural. "My p-pretty girl...so chubby and cute. Fuckkkkk,just wanna make you feel so good." He delivers deep,deliberate strokes that makes his hand slam all the way down to pelvis and then back up again.
His tired eyes shut in pure bliss while his imagination runs wild. He could just envision you perfectly slotted between his spread knees watching him do this. With your beautiful eyes and those pretty lips parted in awe as he strokes himself to you. You wouldn't have to do anything—he'd be honored if you just allowed him to touch himself to your very being. Sitting there pretty and watching him not being able to control how carnal you really make him feel.
His motion stops though when he feels a vibration coming from his phone. He peels his eyes open and he feels his heart drop. In front of his very eyes he stare at the notification in disbelief. "1 new message from..." Oh God,you messaged him first. Fuck. What if you questioned him about randomly following you? What if you think he's some type of creep?
With his still hard cock resting against his lower abdomen he hurriedly views the message. It reads,"Hey,are you Yuji's brother?" He quickly types back,"Yes." Shit, was that too dry? He bites his lip,staring down at the bubbles,eagerly awaiting for your words. "Cool! I just wanted to tell you I think you look super cool! I see you always pick up Yuji and I wanted to tell you I love your hair and your tattoo has such cool placement! Sorry for randomly texting you but I just had to lyk.:)"
Oh my God,you love his hair?! And his tattoo? His heart swells up at the compliment and he's blushing now. You notice him. Like actually notice him. He texts back,"Thank you and you didn't bother me at all." He's so awkward in text that's he already grimacing at what he sent. However you don't seem to mind how he texts because something even better happens.
"Well hopefully we talk more or something! Thanks for letting me bother you for a bit.:)" Choso audibly yells out a No. You can't stop the conversation,he wants to talk to you. This is the closest he's ever been to you,he can't lose his chance.
He quickly types,"If it's alright could we talk a bit when I pick up Yuji tomorrow?"
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There's many beautiful sights in the world but none of them compare to when Choso gets to pick you up from uni. Ever since he asked to speak with you when he was picking up Yuji,the tradition hasn't stopped since. The man doesn't even pick up Yuji anymore—he now only goes for you.
" Cho!" At the call of his now beloved nickname he smiles awkwardly and offers a gentle wave. His heart beats as he watches you rush over to him. "Sorry,it took me a little longer. My professor was asking me about this project I have due soon. Did I make you wait in the cold too long?"
He hurriedly nods his head no. Nothing is too long as long as he gets to see your pretty face at the end. He wouldn't even begin to tell you that he's been waiting here a whole three hours just so he knows he absolutely wouldn't be late picking you up. He wouldn't even begin to tell you that he rushed away from his job just to come and wait for you.
"Are you sure? Your poor little face is red." The moment those words are uttered he feels your soft hands reaching up and touching his face. He perks up,leaning into your warm touch. He wishes to tell you how pleasant it really feels when you touch him. "M'okay." He gruffly says. He almost wishes he didn't say that because that causes you to retract the contact.
"As long as you say you're okay then that's good." Choso stares at your bookbag placed snuggly against your plump belly—his eyes giving you a knowing glare. "What?" You question. You don't have to think long because you follow his searing gaze—followed with a slight eye roll," Cho,I'm a big girl. I can carry my stuff."
He shakes his head and motions for the bag. With ease,you slide it off your shoulder and hand it to him—not feeling in the mood to debate with him. "I swear you treat me like a baby." Choso tosses the bag on his muscled back,"You are."
You playfully hit his chest,"You're like six years older. That's not that much older." Right,he's a perverted older man who wants to fuck the shit out of you. Don't remind him. He already feels so guilty wanting to pervert someone so sweet.
"It's old." He says. "Ok and? What's wrong with that? I like you just the way you are—age included." Choso stiffens at the implication—you like him? He knows you view him as a close friend now but what if you're growing to actually like him?
"I like you too." You smile,"Good,we both like each other. So how about we walk to the car and get away from this cold weather?" Wordlessly he agrees and struts over to the car,listening you ramble and babble about your day,only chiming in when you ask questions about his.
The conversation is so distracting that soon the two of you are in front of your apartment complex. "Aww we're already here?" Choso glances at you in a silently pleading way—begging him for you to invite him in. Sometimes you indulge his unheard request and other times you just leave him at the car. But he really really wants to come in and be with you even longer.
You get out the car and look at him expectingly,"Are you gonna come with?" With lightning speed he's up from his seat and already the first to your locked door. You giggle at his eagerness,"Someone's excited." He noticeably flushes at the comment,"Can't help it." He lowly mutters.
"You're so cute Cho." You fiddle with your keys in the meanwhile the man before you takes in your compliment. "You're the cutest." He watches your body tense at the compliment—hoping and praying it's in a flushed manner. You unlock the door and welcome your friend in.
While closing and securing the door you reply,"You don't mean that..." Choso furrows his brows in confusion,you are the cutest thing to him ever. You're so adorable it makes him wanna touch you everywhere. "I-I do. You're so cute and pretty..." You smile at that,"You think I'm pretty Cho?" You pace forward coming into contact with his built chest,ghosting your fingers tips away from his skin.
"Y-Yes the prettiest—so so pretty." It's a babble that has red hot blood rushing all over your body. You make the distance wider between you too but Choso only slowly follows you. He gets closer and closer until you can feel his odorless breath fan against your warm face. At this moment Choso's admiring every single thing about you—your gentle features like your smooth and creamy jawline that compliments the natural roundness of your chubby cheeks. He's never this close to you—which is a shame because he now wants to be much closer than he already is.
"Thank you." It's low and shy,just the right volume to be heard. You sound so adorable—so cute and naive to how you make him feel. He shudders a shaggy breath,still admiring and taking in your very essence. It's ruined though because you pull away from the tension,"We should get comfortable. Are you hungry?" He frowns slightly,however he plays along with your meaningless questions.
He knows you felt something—knows you're avoiding it. But it's okay,he could wait. He just doesn't know how long his body would allow him. "I'm sort of hungry." He answers. "Do you want me to make something?" Choso blushes at the thought of you cooking something for him. This is isn't the first time you've made something for him but it always gives him butterflies. You'd be such a good wife,so good,you wouldn't even have to work either,if you didn't want to of course. You always look so pretty with an apron on tied around your ample hips;that Choso imagines gripping onto when he has you bent over the kitchen sink.
"Cho?" You ask. "Umm...sorry..You don't have to,we can get pizza or something." You shrug and plop down on your couch,"I dunnooo,it's what you want Cho." As much as he'd love a home cooked meal by your hand he just wants you to be with him more and cooking distracts people which is not what he wants. He needs your whole undivided attention. He can barely stand it when you're away at uni and those icky boys are probably oogling you all damn day. But it's okay though,cause soon he'll be your boyfriend and won't have to worry about you being taken away.
"Pizza is good." He declares. You smile and get up from your seat,"Cool,can you order it in? Imma go change and then I'll be back." He nods and dials a pizza place close by but whole time he's distracted by his wild thoughts. He's so tempted to go over there and just take a small peek—no,he's respectful and he respects you. He takes a deep breath as he hears the line being picked up. "This is Dave's pizza,what would your order be?"
He blanks and says a lot of erms and ums. He didn't think to ask about what you'd like on the pizza. Shit. He's stuck in motion and in between the thoughts of walking over to your room—it's not a big deal. He's just wants to know about the pizza—not pervy or weird at all. "Uh,Gimme a second please. I have to ask real quick."
Slowly,each of his feet take the path to your room step by step until he finally reaches the prized destination. And oh my God,you've left the door cracked slightly. He peeks a bit and watches one third of your bare leg slide out of your pants;soon being graced by a pair of plain cotton panties,snugly hugging the wide hips they're clung too.
He feels himself becoming hot and heat floods throughout his whole body,the flow specifically traveling downwards to a most sensitive and noticeable area. He gulps and snaps himself out of it—gently he cracks the door further and turns his head away from your half naked body,pretending like he wasn't greatly enjoying the view prior.
"(Reader),what would you like on the pizza?" He's frightened you or at least surprised because you jump and do a poor attempt at covering up. "Umm,just peperoni and cheese is good." He nods quickly closes the door,unlike how it was before. "Just pepperoni and cheese please." As the voice on the phone confirms his purchase his mind wanders to your bare legs and those panties that you made look so enticing to him. He pays for the pizza with his card info, his thoughts processing the sight his eyes got to see.
He trudges back to his previous spot in the living area while hanging up the phone. He plops on the couch digging his fingers into his brown locks,particularly gripping roughly on the roots. Like a movie or a show,he's constantly rewinding what happened in his mind. He's wondering what your plump thighs would look like when he grips them—maybe leave a few marks or two. He thinks your skin would be so pretty with all different types of hues scattered across the lush surface.
He looks down and already sees the result of such thinking and viewing. He quickly grabs one of the blankets you have resting on the couch and lazily lays it on his lower body. He nibbles on his lip and tosses his head up to the ceiling—attempting to get his mind off his bodily cravings. He tries to think of puppies,kittens,just anything that's not you. But everything turns into you being with whatever crosses his brain. Which doesn't help because everything about you just turns him on.
His sweaty palms rub against and down now blanket covered thighs,an effort to self soothe away his ever so stubborn arousal. Any effort is thrown out the window though because you stroll down in the living room wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. His eyes scan up and down,taking in the beauty that's in front of him. He picks up on your lack of bra,noticing the natural weight of your breasts go a bit lower than with the aided support—not to mention your pebbling nipples poking out the cotton material.
And your legs are bare of any pants,the smooth and moisturized skin looking so clutchable Choso damn near thinks of reaching out and touching. "Did you get cold?" His head shifts to your mouth and mumbles,"N-No why?" You scoff in surprise,"Really? How come you took a blanket then?" He looks down in wonder,almost like he didn't know he put it there either.
"Oh,I got this to be cozy." You grin,"Well perfect,I wanna get cozy with you." With ease you slide in the cover with him and cuddle by his side. He stiffens—a physical cue you instantly pick up on.
"Cho?" Dammit,with just that endearing shortening of his name he's ready to kneel before you and beg to touch you—to worship your perfect figure. He'd lay his lips on every crack,every crevice he could orally pleasure. He just wants to feel you—wants it all.
His adam's apple bobs down as he takes a big gulp. He's so close to just uttering what he's been longing to since he's sought you out;"Can I touch you?" The question is almost innocent in nature—but there's something more in his begging eyes.
There's silence and Choso's already prepared to spew apologies;exclaiming from his seat that he's so disgusting and should be shameful for his greed. Instead of the scenario placed in his mind his bitten nails are held taut to pillowy soft skin.
He finally opens his much too afraid eyes and sees a kind smile paired with a bashful expression. Did..you want him to touch you too?
"You could touch—"his mouth slacks open as you guide his hands up and down the sides of your torso;slowly yet surely leading them down to your wide hips. Your hands pull away from his,leaving him to do as he pleases.
For a second he's breathless,shocked you'd even let him touch you like this. His surprise doesn't last long though before he digs the tips of fingers into the plush flesh he's holding onto. He practically begins kneading the suppleness. "You feel so good,so nice." It's sigh of wistfulness—of hunger,of greed.
"I want more." With a quickness Choso has you flat on your back,his limber body dangling on top of you. "Cho!" You say with shock. He's wordless in response his hands feeling and groping anything he could possibly get his greedy digits on. He goes for your tummy and starts massaging the abundant flesh,a groan flees his lips at the sight of pudge escaping the gaps of his grasp.
"You're perfect." He whispers. "R-Really?" He smiles wide and teethy,oozing a certain confidence he lacked before. "Yes. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. Been wanting you since I first saw you with Yuji."
He slides up against you ,making sure he's now face to face with you. "I love you." You look for any hints of insincerity gracing his handsome face,there's none. He gazing at you with such affection you wonder how you haven't noticed before....
"I don't know what to say..." Choso stiffens but looks at your eyes—craving;needing to see how that declaration really made you feel. He sees shock and surprise,a fact that only makes his tummy turn into knots. His mind spirals and he grips onto his hair,his handsome face morphing into despair and panic.
"I'm sorry—how could you ever love someone like me;I'm older than you and gross for even wanting someone my kid brother's own age. I'm disgusting a-and pathetic—God,why'd I think such a pretty girl like you would want me?" His voice quivers,shaking like a lone leaf in the breeze. He attempts to leap off your still body but he's gripped firmly by your desperate hand.
"No! No! Cho—I don't know what to say because I have feelings for you too...I love you. I just never thought you felt that way for me. You're so handsome and loving—Jesus,they way you love and protect Yuji is so admirable and kind and—and I don't know,I've felt you just saw me as another person to take care of."
You pull him even closer to your body,your warm breath fanning the bone of his defined jaw,"But Choso,I'm so glad I was wrong. I've always thought something was there but..I chalked it up to you being kind."
Choso can't even provide a verbal response,his happiness and joy taking over his motor skills. He pulls you into a bear hug,practically ironing your form flatly against his. He exhales a breath of relief,bliss washing over him. "Thank you." He whispers.
"For what?" You ask. "For loving me back." He simply replied. Choso doesn't know what he would've done if you didn't return his feelings—he was already picturing his future misery,imagining his love feeling those desires for another. A part of him knows his reaction could've been explosive and concerning but luckily he doesn't have to worry about that.
Instead he's know focused at the task at hand. He brings his attention back to you—eating up the sight visually. His eyes wander to your pretty face down to your slightly parted lips. "Kiss?" He grumbles. You nod and lean into him to which he accepts with so much vigor his two front teeth bash into your awaiting cavern.
Choso doesn't stop to pull away,in contrast he keeps going—his hurried lips desperately attempting to taste the entirety of your mouth. His tongue feels your gums,lapping the muscle to explore the grooves of your teeth. It's animalistic—desperate,almost pathetic the way he's immersed in the moment.
You grip his biceps shocked by his new found aggression. He pulls away with a look in his eyes,a gaze full of lust and greed. "(Reader), spit in my mouth." He opens his mouth wide and broad,awaiting desperately for what he wants. "A-are you sure?" He nods,pleading,"Yes,I want it." You try your best to lap up most of the moisture in your mouth and shyly spew the liquid into his awaiting mouth.
He closes his eyes in bliss,groaning like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. "Again." He demands. You're left in shock,mouth agape in surprise at this side of the meek man. His hands find the fullness of your waist,"Please,I want it. You taste so good." This time there's no more hesitation—a new feeling of duty taking over the rigid motions.
Again. He groans in pure enjoyment,savoring the flavor of the saliva. "Can I do it back?" You naturally curl into yourself,becoming noticeably flustered very quickly,however you offer a gentle nod that Choso acts quickly upon. His hands grip your soft jaw,manually parting your lips for you until you see the clear liquid saliva—then taste the warmness of it.
You swallow without thought and that seems to please the man in front you very much. He's breathless and in awe of your presence,but still he craves more of what's to be taken. "I wanna taste something else." You feel yourself warm up at his words. "What...would you like to taste?"
He slides down to your plush thighs—delicately placing a hand on of them. "Your pussy—please." His eyes are grow round with greed,eying the plain panties that's blocking him from what he so craves. "Please,it'll feel real good. I'll let you ride my face—just please lemme taste you." His pleading eases your legs to part,awaiting his promise.
With barely any effort Choso pulls you by your legs to his built upper body, a yelp of surprise fleeing your mouth as he does so. "C'mere,sit on me." You oblige and slot yourself right onto his face,his nose sliding perfectly between your covered folds.
You feel him take a large inhale of the natural musk—inhaling it like it's the very air he needs to live. He wiggles his mouth to the level of your pussy,providing little kitten licks from through the cotton. He continues lapping especially when you give him a little hum of pleasure.
He decides you sound so good,his lithe digits slide the fabric to the side.His tongue laps up what lays between the folds,groaning after each taste he gets for himself. He pulls his face aside and rests his cheek on your thigh,"You taste so good angel—so sweet,I just wanna stay here."
He contradicts his words though because he slides your body upwards,leaving you hovering above his skipping breath. You yelp when you're met with two big hands that grip the width of your hips—slamming you down completely on his face.
You wriggle and sway your body,but it's futile,there's no moving."Cho! I'm heavy,don’t wanna—“ There’s no room for any of those words because Choso starts greedily lapping up everything that lies between your bounteous thighs. It’s breathless and all consuming, so pleasureful that enjoying is the only thing you can really do.
He’s bucking up, his cock aching to feel anything that’ll make this throbbing go away. “Oh,Cho, feels ‘s good.” Your hands reach up to touch his brown hair,sinking into the silkiness of it. You’re moaning and sighing—and God Choso always wants to hear you sing for him.
But he doesn’t get to hear the sweet symphony,instead he hears the banging of a rough knock. You slide off his face instantly,startled by the unexpected noise. “Pizza.” You meekly say. Choso,still in a daze just nods and gets up from the sofa, the bulge in his loosely fitted jeans not being a secret to anyone.
It’s hard to not gawk at it—it’s thick and needy, a sight that would make anyone shocked. Choso clenches his fist in frustration as walks up to the door. There you were—sweetly pussy all over his mouth at last and of course the pizza had to come right now.
He’s waited months for this,not just to be intimate—but to feel like he actually is with you. He craves to be your boyfriend—your lover,your everything. He opens the door hurriedly, thanking the pizza boy briefly. Just as quickly as he opened it, he quickly closes it.
Choso doesn’t hesitate to stride forward to the coffee table to place the pizza. He finally takes a glance at you since the interruption—and he swears to God you’re trying to kill him. You’re sitting there bundled up, breast heavy, your little face puffed up and awaiting back for him. You look so needy,so needy that Choso can’t even contain his desire anymore.
He wanted to eat your pussy for hour,wanted to worship you, wanted to pray to you and thank you for letting a gross man like him do such lustful things to such a sweet angel. He wants and wants—but right now he needs to sink his dick into you until he’s ball deep.
“I need you. I wanna be in you.” His voice cracks, achy and wanton. Without question you spread your thighs and motion for him to come. Like a puppy he rushes,almost stumbling in the process.
You bat your lashes,appearing wide eyed and hungry,”Be in me already. I want it.” It’s like answered prayer because Choso can’t help but thank whoever gave him this blessing. “Y-You sure? Don’t wanna go in when you’re not ready yet.”
You giggle,”Cho feel how wet I am, trust I’m ready.” He does as you ask and he feels exactly what you mean. You’re so wet that the slick coats his digits with one simple graze. Something flips in him once he feels the sensation,he’s not longer hesitant and gentle. No,he’s assertive and lustful,his actions showing exactly how greedy he is.
His slender hands wrap around the fattiness of your thighs,folding your legs to your chest. He could see everything like this, your plump pudge that sits above your pussy, the rolls and love handles that sit on your waist, everything so intimate and exposing down to every little stretch mark.
“Can I put it in? Are you okay sweet girl?” Wordlessly you nod,bracing yourself to be full. That’s all Choso needs to hear before he places his tip in your awaiting hole. He aligns himself perfectly before slamming every single inch inside.
You’re left puffing, gasping for oxygen, the harsh the thrust taking out all the air you had.
“Ch—“Immediately you start whining and clawing on his clothed back. He’s in a trance, one that can’t be stopped by your sounds. He’s taken in completely by the grip you have on him.
He’s groaning and whispering sweet nothings. “You’re so pretty—so pretty. Look ‘s good with my dick in you.” He delivers a thrust so deep your tummy and breasts start bouncing as he moves. “My angel, sweet girl, I wanna cum in you. Wanna be in you forever, wanna leave all I can in you. You so perfect.”
Choso grips on the fat of your pudge, grabbing it like a life line. He wants to fill you up, wants to leave himself in you, wants to see you leaking his babies. “Do you want that? Want my cum?”
You whine,grabbing onto his forearms,”Yessss,wan it.” His eyes roll back as he leans down and forms a big glop of saliva. “O-Open please.” Obediently, your mouth slacks open,awaiting to taste a piece of him once more.
He eagerly watches you swallow,the sight alone making him piston his hips even further. The living room is full of crude claps and sounds of pleasure. It echoes and echoes until finally there’s a louder,drawn out whine that consumes the whole area.
“M’gonna cum.” It’s a whimper, a desperate one that drives Choso to go at his same pace. “Mhm, cum for me—please want you to finish.” With those words eventually you come undone, digging dull nails into the skin of his forearms.
Choso follows suit doing exactly as he said he wanted—making you full with cum. He slouches against you,kissing your moist neck as he snuggles into you.
He’s huffing and obviously drained but he can’t rest until one thing is confirmed,”Am I your boyfriend now?”
You laugh gleefully,amused by him. “Of course.” He smiles wide and kisses your plump cheek,”Good.”
REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! TY FOR READING!!
Guys what do you think about a monster trio fic? Like poly tho👅👅 cause omg I’m thinking about sweet ole Luffy being like a rabid little dog over a sweet and chubby cutie. And Omg Zoro acting all shy and tuff,pretending not to stare at your plump body. Lastly—but never least,Sanji,worshipping the very ground you walk on like omg I picture it now.
summary: at the beginning gojo made your life hell when he first sees you because you won't give him attention. then it all changes, he just hated seeing you cry and he'll use all his resources and power to love you and spoil you
word count: 14.7k words
a/n: okay okay! i'm back! with something incredibly longer compared to every other oneshot i've written. i started this before gojo's birthday but it just kept getting longer and longer, then came the holidays and then i got ill too but it's finally finished, yay! i hope you all enjoy this and of course like always make sure you read the warnings before reading x
content warnings: gojo is a yandere!! friends to lovers, hints of stalking, gojo manipulates everyone, mentions of breeding, fingering, rough unprotective sex, cumming inside, gojo calls her 'silly girl' in his head and thinks she thinks to much (kind of like 'you don't need to think or make decisions or earn money because i can do that for you'), dirty talk, dumbification, objectification(?), submissive reader, dominant gojo, petnames: princess, sweetheart, (good girl) (if i've missed anything please let me know because it's very possible with 14.7k words - mdni / 18+
everyone flocks to satoru gojo, girls and guys alike, they want his attention, if only for a second, and want to be noticed by him. he's the beating heart to every social situation, with an ability to draw every single eye in the room on him, feeding off the spotlight and admiration. whatever he wants he gets it, he has since he was a young child so why are you being so difficult?
there's not many who he considers his equal, if he had to pick out one it would be his best friend from childhood suguru geto, two families telling their children to talk to the other in hopes to form more connections. gojo remembers to this day being five years old dressed up in a suit that was too stuffy for any five year old to wear, taken to a party with his parents. everywhere he looked there were elites and politicians, anyone and everyone with power. he remembers the nudge his mother gave him towards suguru's direction, telling her son to make friends. others at the university are lesser than him, but they're entertaining for a short duration, before he gets bored of them and tosses them away for someone else, that is.
then there's the nobodies, the lowest of the low. uninteresting in every way possible with nothing to offer him, nothing to pique his interest and in terms of satoru gojo you're a typical nobody but even the nobodies look his way when they think people won't notice. even the really shy ones or the stubborn ones who always say how much they despise how everyone adores him will momentarily glimpse in his direction when they think no one's looking.
but you... you look right past him, and it pisses him off. do you think you're better than him? even people in long term relationships eyes drift to him, most would break up with their partner for just one night with him. this 'most' mainly means all, everyone wants a chance to be with the man whose sexual escapades are spoken about frequently in such a high regard.
it's not like you don't know about his existence, you do, but you want to keep yourself to yourself. even your closest friends talk about the famous satoru gojo but he gives you the shivers for some reason. you've never spoken to him and you don't intend to, even if it's everyone's dream, it's not yours, something's just not quite right about him. you live in completely different worlds, different universes, and you prefer to dream about things more realistic, maybe dragons and flying saucers on occasion but never satoru gojo. not only is associating with him unrealistic but just the thought of him makes you shudder. he's too cocky, too self-assured, too arrogant, too loud, too... attractive, it doesn't seem right that someone would look that good. it's like he's hypnotised everyone bar you.
first it's irritation when he notices your behaviour, it's clear when you're acting the complete opposite to everyone, then it's anger when he sees you pay attention to someone that isn't him. something must be wrong with you if you're laughing at a joke that he didn't make, a joke told by another nobody, not just a nobody but someone a year younger. his actions are fuelled by his anger and his annoyance towards you. he makes sure every friend and acquaintance you have stops talking to you, it's easy really. all those so called 'friends' leave you alone after 'overhearing' hushed voices talk about how gojo's more likely to talk to someone when they're not friends with someone who's like you. it was easy to orchestrate it, all he needed was two girls who constantly fawn over him, perfect for doing his bidding.
"gojo never talks to yumehara, even though she tries so hard."
"yeah, it's because she's friends with moriyama. associating with someone like her is a no-go."
"moriyama?"
"yeah, you know that girl in class a, the one who thinks she's better than everyone and doesn't care about gojo."
you now sit by yourself and walk the corridors alone- easy. if he was more sympathetic towards you he'd almost feel bad that all of your friends would stop talking to you so readily.
next was your grades. the gojo family funds the university meaning that he had much more power than the average person, even more than people who also come from wealthy families. professors know it's in their best interest not to get on the bad side of the heir of the gojo family, not just for the university's sake but for themselves as well. one wrong move and they'll be fired, blacklisted throughout town unable to get a job. one wrong move and the university could lose all their funding. he wields more power than the headmaster.
you already get average grades, typically b's and occasionally c's but if he plays his cards right he knows he can lower those c's another extra grade down to an f and he knows just who to start with. professor iura: a man in his mid-thirties who's respected by all and he knows you like him. he's been told you try extra hard in his class, taking double the amount of notes in his lectures than you ordinarily do. he knows getting an f in his class first would be more hurtful than over all the other classes.
"professor iura don't you think the girl who wrote the paper on-" he stops mid sentence, what did you write about again?- "something so boring it hasn't even sunk in. i remember everyone else's but not hers." he only remembers his own and there was never any reason to see what a nobody like you wrote about.
the professor's eyebrows furrow before quickly schooling his expression back to impassive. satoru has used his influence before but iura's never heard about him using it as payback for whichever poor soul's caught his ire. "who is it?" iura thought you deserved an a this time, it's disappointing that he'll have to give you an f.
all these things start stacking up and you feel like the universe is against you, you don't understand your sudden drop in grades or why your friends won't talk to you. you do your best to put on a brave face but you feel alone, you have no one to turn to, you don't understand why everyone gives you the cold shoulder and why they pretend you don't exist, your facial expression dropping when someone ignores you for the umpteenth time. you don't understand how your water always seems to spill in your bag all over your things even though you swear you've put on the lid securely, screwing the lid on the bottle so tightly your hands suffer the consequence, almost raw, from how tight you've tried to make it. you can't afford to buy another textbook and you don't have enough time to rewrite your essay.
you don't understand how things go missing every time you look away. you glance to the window when you see a falling leaf, burnt orange and crimson red litter the floor outside. autumn is so beautiful, a season of harvest and abundance but it's a reminder to you that nothing lasts forever, leaves fall and people leave. people talk about how autumn is maturing but omits the melancholy idea that it's just growing old, that burnt oranges and crimson reds are just rotting on the ground. your whole world is rotting with every second, the universe has it out for you and by the time you look back into the room your pen is missing.
gojo takes pleasure from seeing your face at these times, that puzzled look and biting your lip in frustration as you've lost another pen or that pout when your friend ignores you, he thinks it looks pretty on you. not that he'd ever admit that of course.
his pleasure twists though, into a new emotion- a darker emotion. you got another f and you look... sad... distraught. satoru enjoys seeing your pout when something goes wrong for you, he thinks it's pretty but he's watching you like a hawk right now, he can't take his eyes off you, he can tell you're trying desperately to hold it all together but you can't stop your eyes from welling up, it's impossible to stop your waterline brimming with tears, overflowing like a broken tap, hot tears running down your face, you attempt to quickly wipe your tears away with the back of your sleeve in hopes that nobody has seen but it's too late for that. he thought he would take pleasure in seeing you cry but instead it's pure rage. even though he's the one that's convinced all of your professors to give you f's, all he feels is fury for them making you cry. he doesn't want you to cry, he wants to keep you safe, wants to make you all his.
in the following weeks professors leave the university without announcing it to students. leaving studies and classes in a limbo for awhile. not just the professor who made you cry is gone but also iura and several others.
with that limbo period came more group projects to fill in the space of the lack of lectures. a 'little' push from satoru to higher ups and you were paired up together, leaving you no choice to spend time together and have your first conversation with each other. at this point he needed to be near you. you sit across from each other after class and you introduce yourself to each other, even though you both know who the other is, you didn't expect him to know you and he acts like he doesn't. "oh i know you, i really liked your last paper. you got an f, right? i can't believe that, it was the best one." after all your friends avoiding you and all those f's getting validation makes you shyly smile, your cheeks feel warm and you're starting to understand why people like him.
things start to change after that. your f's go back to normal and people are kinder, with everything going back to normal satoru makes sure you're still alone though, makes sure your friends continue not to talk to you. he's the only one that's allowed to do that. your friends still don't spend time with you, instead gojo does and honestly you don't mind that change, you appreciate that change, you don't know what happened with your friends but you like how gojo doesn't dismiss your emotions and opinions like they used to do.
you previously had that inkling that something was wrong with him but his easygoing smiles and playful words make you enjoy your time with him and his once overconfidence that you always used to observe which once bothered you now makes your heartbeat go crazy in your chest, like marching drums hammering away against your ribcage.
satoru notices this change in you and he takes advantage of it. this change doesn't make him lose interest in you, maybe if you were someone else it would but not with you, if anything it makes him more interested because he learns more and more without you, some with your consent and knowledge others without it. he thinks you look so cute when you smile and he loves hearing you laugh. he never really liked music but he's listened to all those music and songs you share to the world like the ones you love that you play in cars and talk to people about them, plus the more secret ones hidden in your likes and private playlists. he loves the things you do that you don't realise you're doing, the soft sighs you make when you put on a warm coat when it's cold or the hums when you drink a hot drink. how you bite your pen when you're deep in thought and linger by the door before leaving the house and locking up, mentally checking you have everything you need with you. the little moans you make when you eat something that you love, at those times satoru has to restrain himself from kissing you. he loves it all. he loves you.
you see each other whenever possible and if you can't you'll be texting, he'll send you emoji's at the end of messages that you don't understand the context to and will send you selfies and photos of cats he's seen while around town.
after the first few times at the library you tend to see each other at café because they're more relaxed and you can talk as loud as you want to. he starts paying for your lunch whenever you're together, you always used to insist to pay yourself but after the first few times you relented, he could buy you breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday for the rest of your life yet it still wouldn't make a dent in his wallet. not only does he buy you lunch now but it's much more extravagant then you could afford for yourself.
you're walking together past a store front window and gojo sees something that catches his eye, stopping where he is and pulling on your sleeve to stop you too. "look at this!"
your eyes scan the window not knowing what he's talking about, all of them are designer clothes but none of them are men's. "what are we looking at gojo?"
he grins and points to a blouse, "that would look so good on you, you'd look so cute!" 'doubtful' you think. you scoff, that is a cute blouse but no way. "hey, what was that for? it's true." he insists.
"i don't even need to go in there to see that it's way out of my price range, plus designer brands like that never have my size anyway."
"you didn't say you didn't like it."
"me liking or not liking it isn't the point."
you carry on the rest of your day like it didn't happen and you forget about the whole thing. gojo doesn't.
all of gojo's fans start to get jealous of you, it's been over three months, the limbo period is over and new people have been hired, group projects are finished but you still spend all your days together. his previous relationships have been no more than eye candy only lasting a couple weeks yet you don't even seem to be dating so why is he always smiling when you talk and is walking you everywhere. they can't comprehend it, you're a nobody.
satoru loses it one day. you've gone to hand in your library book, it's overdue and you had forgotten about it, you needed it for when you and gojo were working together but you forgot all about it. gojo's waiting outside for you, you know the librarian likes you more so you've told him it's better if you go on your own, he knows that isn't true but as long as the librarian is kind to you he won't intervene. 'if the librarian knows what's good for her she'll let it go and not upset you.'
someone gojo vaguely recognises as a cheerleader who suguru slept with a few times spots him and goes over to him, leaning against him and pushing her breasts up against him. it disgusts him. "what are you doing here gojo? don't tell me that friend of yours is making you wait for her." she says in a sickly sweet voice and his eye twitches. he doesn't reply, she should get the idea and leave. "if i were her i'd never do that. why don't you come hang out with me? me and my friends are having a party later we'd love it if you'd come. normally i wouldn't come up to you so boldly but i think i'd be able to show you a good time, not like that girl you're always spending time with, you're so out of her league." she runs her hand along his arm but he grabs it tightly making her wince.
"don't ever fucking talk about her again," gojo responds coldly. he squeezes tighter and she yelps. he lets go of arm and pushes her away, almost in revulsion that he touched her. she stumbles and leans against the wall, looking shocked. at that time you push open the door with a relieved look on your face. satoru ignores the girl, acting like she doesn't exist, he smiles brightly at you. "everything okay?"
"yeah, she was surprisingly very understanding," you return his smile and shut the door behind you. when you shut the door you see the girl leaning against the wall staring at gojo and you wonder why. you've seen lots of gojo's fans but none of them have looked at him like that. you turn your attention back to gojo, not really wanting to engage with the girl if you can help it, you've never seen her before but you can tell that she's someone who would make your life hell if you knew each other as teenagers. "is everything okay?" you ask him, vaguely gesturing to her.
he grins and strolls towards you lifting up his sunglasses and lifting up your chin to look at him, forcing you to make eye contact and in doing so you get flustered and frazzled. gojo would sometimes put his arm over your shoulder when your walking together or grab hold of you quickly from behind unexpectedly, making you jump but this is the first time it's ever been so intimate. it's also rare for you to see gojo without his sunglasses on. "everything's fine." he grins and pats your head jokingly making you glare and pout. he snickers as he sees your reaction and lets go of your chin, slinging his arm over your shoulder.
"alright, if you say so, but for lunch i'm getting extra for that, i'm not some pet." you grumble and walk off together. satoru's mind flashes with images with you on your knees, 'i think she'd make a good pet. maybe i should buy her a collar.' he snickers again and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, "what's so funny?"
"nothing," he smirks. as you walk away he turns back around to look at the girl still standing there paralysed and glares hard at the girl. normally people would be swooning when they see his bright blue eyes like the clearest spring days but not right now, they'd all be wrong, his eyes aren't clear like any warm day they're frozen over and icy, with flecks of white and all that girl feels is despair and dread. he looks at her so cruelly, it makes her unable to move- frozen in place.
you haven't seen gojo for the last few days, it's the longest you've gone without seeing him since you became friends. even if you've both been busy previously gojo makes sure to have seen you, even if it's only for a minute, but you've both been too busy. gojo has had basketball practise in the day and in the night his family demands his attendance whilst discussing family affairs and you on the other hand have been busy studying, wanting to make sure you don't get any f's again. you don't realise you won't though, everything could be incoherent with each other word being spelled terribly and you'd never get an f again, gojo's made sure of that. he won't let anyone make you cry again.
you rhythmically tap your fingers, fidgeting on the table where your laptop and textbooks are, 'i want to see him.' satoru's scored another goal, this time a three point line goal, normally he goes for slam dunks but as long as he's the one scoring it doesn't really bother him. he's got a big game coming up and you're going to be there, you're going for him, you've never been to any of the games before, not having any real interest in the sport but now your friend is the star player so you're not going to miss any games. he'll score every single point his team makes so your eyes have no option but to focus on him and after the match you'll compliment him. the coach asks him something but it's all white noise to him, 'i miss her.'
you get a text on the fourth day of not seeing him and when you read the message you smile so wide your face becomes sore. 'the last few days have been so long without you! i know we normally go out for lunch but do you want to go for dinner?'
you don't hesitate responding, 'i'd love too!'
'i'll pick you up an hour before our reservations, i've brought you something.'
'reservations? did you plan tonight? and what's this about buying me something? you already pay for my lunch.'
'i've pulled some strings xoxo see you tonight.' you scowl when you read that he's blatantly ignored your comment about buying you something and if he's went out his way to pull some strings for this meal it must be more than a fast food drive-thru or the equivalent. you didn't really expect him to take you somewhere where you can eat in your car or it's acceptable to wear a three day old top and a hoodie that is a little too small but for him to go to the effort of pulling strings this must be a sophisticated place.
half an hour later you hear your phone again, multiple messages being sent one after another, five buzzes. 'shit.' 'I FORGOT' 'i forgot to send a time!' 'i'll see you at 6.' 'pretend this never happened.' you cover your face with your phone and giggle.
by six you're ready, it's taken you longer to get ready then you'd like to admit but you wanted to look pretty, it would be embarrassing to underdress. compared to gojo anything you or any 'normal' person would wear looks cheap in comparison to all his designer clothes but you spent hours making sure it would be suitable.
it's ten past six when you hear a knock on the door. opening it you see gojo in all his glory, his attractiveness on full display and his wealthiness showing, wearing an all black giorgio armani suit with a white shirt underneath, his sunglasses look different than normal, fancier, you think you can make out a ray-ban logo. he's wearing a rolex watch which is more than double your monthly rent. his hair looks shorter than the last time you saw him, he must of had a haircut in the last few days. it's obvious the way your eyes linger on him, checking him out and gojo grins as you unknowingly fuel his pride and ego.
"awe, you look so cute princess," gojo says playfully, smirking. princess- the first time he had called you that you malfunctioned, your eyes had widened and you forgot to breath. no one else has ever called you a term of endearment before and you didn't expect your friend, satoru gojo, to be saying it. you didn't ask why he called you it, why would you? it made your fingertips tingle and the inside of your chest to warm up. "can i come in?" you nod your head and move to the side to give him enough room to come in and close the door after him. "you really do look beautiful," he says gently, you don't think you've ever heard him speak so tenderly before.
"you look good too gojo, you always do but- but tonight as well," you tell him, bashfully smiling. he grins and his eyes gleam with glee at the genuine compliment. he loves when you compliment him, it feels different than the vapid ones others offer him, even if you compliment him with only a few words it means a greater deal.
behind his back he's carrying a sleek black box with a scarlet red chiffon ribbon wrapped around it in a bow containing his gift to you, your eyes narrow when he hands it too you, although your voice is soft and quiet when you say, "it's not my birthday gojo, why are you buying me things? you don't have to do that," your voice gets quieter with each word spoken.
gojo takes your hand in his and places the box in your hand. "i can buy you things because i can. i have enough money and i want to spend it on you," he tells you firmly and your stomach flutters with butterflies but you don't know why, his hand is awfully soft maybe that's why your heart is racing or maybe it's because he spoke to you firmly like there's no room for arguments. gojo cups your cheek with his unoccupied hand and strokes it, your whole body melts at the action, "just open it 'kay?"
you nod your head and hum, relenting- just like you did when he began paying for your lunch. you delicately unwrap the bow, not wanting to ruin the box, and open it, you didn't know what to expect, you could of been given a hundred guesses and a hundred days to guess what he brought you and you still would have no clue. you pause as you open up the lid, your heart skips a beat and it's almost as if the air was stolen from your lungs like deflated balloons as you breathlessly say, "satoru! what's this?" inside the box is the blouse you were looking at all those weeks ago, the one you said was too expensive, the one you said would never fit.
'satoru' it's the first time you've ever called him by his given name and it sounds so angelic coming from your lips that he's forgotten to breathe, everything pausing and not moving. "do you like it?" he finally asks.
you nod your head in an almost daze, you're in awe that he'd really give you something so beautiful, that he would go out of his way to buy it. "i- i don't deserve this gojo."
he steps closer to you, "uh uh, what's with calling me gojo again?"
your eyes widen as you realise that only a second ago you called him by his given name, "oh! i'm so sorry! i was just in shock, i didn't mean to call you that gojo," you ramble.
he smoothed out the wrinkles of his forehead rubbing it with his fingers, which is currently caused because he finds your lack of awareness disconcerting. "that isn't what i meant princess, i want you to call me satoru. i want to give this to you."
"oh... okay," you're quiet and you've pressed your lips together to stop yourself from smiling. it won't be hard to start calling him satoru, you already call him satoru in your head. after a long pause of you trying to put your thoughts all together you start speaking again, "are you sure about this satoru? this is bound to be expensive, right? it's- it's ralph lauren isn't it? isn't this too expensive too be spending on me." gojo has to hide a smirk at that, 'has she forgotten how rich i am?' "and, and i don't want you to think that i want to spend time with you because you have money or anything!" 'ah she's adorable, i could just cancel our reservations and have her on her knees the whole night to say thank you for the blouse... i couldn't do that though, not right now... if i don't see her in that blouse in the next five minutes i'll go insane.'
"of course i'm sure about this princess, i know you'd never spend time with me for clothes from ralph lauren." he resists the urge to pull you in by your waist and kiss you, he doesn't want to overwhelm you, not at this moment.
you take the blouse out of the gift box and hold it out in front of you, there's a twinkle in your doe eyes as you look at it in wonder, knowing that this is yours, whispering, "pretty," it's barely audible. "wait, i didn't think this store went up to my size? did you go to a different store? and... how do you know my size." you ask him confused.
"i have my ways," he answers and winks at you, you scoff at the wink and narrow your eyes.
"seriously satoru," you press him. 'ah she could ask me anything and i'll tell her if she keeps calling me satoru.' "actually i know you know my size from when you've seen my coats and jumpers lying around but-" 'oh yeah... that's totally how i know...' "- how did you get it in my size?"
"annoyingly they don't actually make that particular blouse in your size... how ridiculous is that, sadly i don't have enough money and connections to make them ruined and bankrupt." he says nonchalantly, casually waving his arm around. you bark out a laugh thinking that he was joking. he wasn't. if even one article of clothing isn't made in your size it should only be fair for the brand to lose all their money and reputation, no matter what the brand is.
"hold up how do i have this if it doesn't come in my size?" you cock your head to the side quizzically and for the second time gojo thinks about buying you a collar, maybe with a matching lead...
he grins and flicks his eyes back and forth between your face and the blouse you're holding up. "obviously i got it custom made,"
"that's- that's obvious?!" you splutter and he laughs.
"obviously." he reiterates, enjoying your reaction- dumbstruck and lips parted in near disbelief.
"it'll take us thirty minutes to get to the restaurant princess and our reservations in about forty minutes." he lets you know and you snap out of your stupor.
"i'll just get my bag."
"hang on!" satoru rushes out before you can leave to get your bag. "you look beautiful right now princess but don't you want to see how that blouse looks on you?" you shift your weight from side to side, heat rising to your cheeks. 'do i really have time to get changed? i spent so long choosing this outfit too.' before you can say something gojo stops you, not wanting to give you an opportunity to say no or think to hard about it. he wants you to do it, you don't have to have an opinion on the matter, leave that him. sometimes you can't be trusted when it comes to these things. "come on princess, i'm the one who brought you it. just wear it, please. i want to make sure it fits properly."
you yield, "okay let me go get changed."
satoru smirks, 'good girl.'
as you come back out of the bedroom adrenaline bursts through his veins. you twirl around, pausing when you circle back round to gojo and picking up the hem of your skirt playfully with one hand and doing a half curtsy, it's such a happy coincidence that the blouse pairs so well with the skirt you're already wearing, "how do i look?" 'beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, ethereal.'
"perfect," he replies dreamily and you giggle, thinking he isn't being serious and is exaggerating.
"i'm serious satoru," you tell him, it was meant to sound firm and like you won't back down until you get an answer but it just turned out sounding a little whiny.
gojo smirks and leisurely saunters to you, stopping when coming up close in front of you, "you look truly beautiful sweetheart." 'sweetheart' he's never called you that before. you don't know if your heart can keep taking it all. satoru's your friend, your close friend, but at times like this it's hard to remember that.
you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling- admittedly unsuccessfully. the corners of your mouth still quirk up and your round cheeks become more predominate. you fight the desire to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, instead opting to twiddle your fingers. "sh-should we get going?"
satoru grins at you, "sure thing."
the whole drive you're both stealing looks at each other when you can get away with it while making small talk and satoru's not letting you know where you're going saying that it's a surprise. whenever there's a red light gojo takes his time to admire you and as you step outside into the night you're astonished at the restaurant in front of you. satoru's handing his car keys to a valet to park his car but you're distracted from that, finally knowing where you're eating tonight. you know this place, well you know of this place. never in a million years would you have thought you'd be dining here, it's so lavish that the cutlery is more expensive than buying a house that's already furnished. "are you okay princess?" you snap out of your daze and nod your head. "alright then, let's go inside."
you follow closely behind gojo, nervous as you enter, you don't think you've ever felt more out of place. satoru doesn't even give his name, the man at the desk recognises him straight away, "ah mr. gojo if you'd follow me." the man leads you upstairs and you hear him asking satoru questions but all that's going through your mind is 'please don't trip, please don't trip.' you're quite accident prone and falling down these stairs would be too much to handle. he takes you all the way to the fourth floor and near the window where you can see the city lights shining below. "here you are."
when the man leaves satoru pulls out a chair for you and you're startled by the gesture. you take your seat and he takes his. "you're more gentlemanly then i expected you to be satoru, pulling out my chair for me," you pause for a second mulling your thoughts over before adding, "or is that normal etiquette?"
"i'm very chivalrous, i'll have you know," he replies pouting and you raise an eyebrow at how fake his answer sounded. he throws his hands up with a smirk, "well, i'm not always chivalrous but if a pretty lady is in front of me than i can become very courteous." you chuckle, trying not to hone in the pretty part for your own sanity.
you glance at the table and worry because satoru might know proper etiquette but you don't. you know the general rules and ideas but why are there two knives and forks next to your plate and a spoon as well? why are there two glasses, a wine one and a normal one? why does the napkin look fancy? does that mean it's just for decoration, what if you need it? you're worried that you'll leave smudges in places where there shouldn't be and what if the table cloth rips? maybe this was a mistake...
"hey," satoru says softly catching your attention, when you look back up at him you see his smirk has turned into a frown and you don't think you've seen that expression on his face before, it doesn't fit right. he's taken off his sunglasses and placed them down, hanging them out of his suit pocket. his striking baby blue eyes glinting when the chandelier droplets move in the light. his snowy white hair looking soft and subdued under the glow of the light and the wavering flame of the candle. "sweetheart, whatever you're thinking right now isn't true."
"how did y-"
he cuts you off before you can finish asking. "because i know you and i know that look on your face, that overthinking look, i can see all those unnecessary cogs turning in your brain."
"i just..." you look away from him, not wanting to look into his eyes any longer knowing you'll crumble but gojo's not allowing that. with how long his arms are it's not difficult reaching over the table to you, placing his fingers below your chin and tilting your head around to look at him.
"just what? sweetheart." satoru presses you.
bunching up your skirt into tight fists you take a shaky breath and try again, "i'm worried i don't belong here. this is a really lovely place satoru and i just... what if i embarrass you? i'm not like you, i don't know when to do certain things or say specific things, i don't know why the table is placed like it is or any of it," after the words stop spewing out your mouth you take another breath, this time not shaky and deep. you look relieved to get it out.
'silly girl.' "do you really think i'd get embarrassed because of you sweetheart? nothing you could do would make me embarrassed. i'm lucky that you're with me right now. i don't care if you don't know all the rules and you shouldn't either, all that matters is that we're here together and we get to finally see each other after some hectic few days," gojo tells you earnestly, his body close to the edge of the table, leaning forward further near you, his voice low and intimate, like what he's saying is a complete secret for your ears only. the days were hectic and finally you're getting to see each other. those tedious meetings with his family and hours of basketball that seemed to stretch on and on but finally- you're together again.
your shoulders sag, you weren't even aware that your plush figure had tensed up in the first place. when satoru saw how you relaxed your posture he picks up one of the menus, "everything okay now?" he asks you, his eyes soft as they gaze at you.
"yeah, i think so." you lick your lips, wetting them after getting dry, the intense spike of emotions throwing your body threw a little bit of a loop, dry lips, moist eyes, with shaky fingers.
gojo grins and leans back on his chair, seeming more casual than a minute ago and hands you a menu. "what are you thinking about getting? i might go for the lobster."
you're browsing the menu but when you hear him you put it down momentarily to reply, "oh please, like you care about the lobster, you just want dessert," you say grinning wide.
gojo gasps and places his hands on his chest in mock offence. "dessert? i think you mean desserts." you laugh, eyes crinkling in amusement. "i want you to enjoy this meal just as much as i'm planning to, that's why i intend to get the lobster, i don't want you to feel like you have to rush while eating just because i want dessert and i don't want you to even think about a silly thing like money." 'so he's ordering one of the biggest and expensive dishes? ...that does sound like satoru actually.' although you would be none the wiser about the prices of these meals, it's one of those high-end restaurants that doesn't have the prices on the menu, satoru must have been here often enough to know how much the lobster costs compared to other dishes.
"i don't know what to do about drinks, i hear they've got a fine collection of wines, maybe we should order a couple bottles? do you like wine?" he already knows the answer to that but you don't know that. "they've also got a wide selection of spirits and non-alcoholic drinks too, i believe."
you both order what you want, making idle conversation while waiting.
by the time your food arrives satoru has tried to convince you that you should've ordered a bigger meal, you're content with your choice in the end though and it's not the most surprising that when your food does arrive there's also a side dish for you to which you didn't order.
"i didn't order this satoru," you raise an eyebrow.
gojo smirks, "i know you didn't, but i did. i didn't want you to be hungry and we haven't had lunch together in days have you been eating properly?"
"are you suggesting that because i'm eating food in my price bracket instead of yours that it's not good enough? the food you pay for is definitely better but poor people food taste good too."
he chuckles and smiles at you fondly before replying, "that's not what i'm saying and you know i'm not. I am however asking have you been eating three meals a day?" you wince. "i thought not."
"i've been busy with studies, i didn't have time to eat three meals a day every single day," you try to justify.
"that's exactly what i mean. i won't take any excuses though, you shouldn't have skipped any meals." satoru lightly scowls you but don't take it too seriously, you should have though. 'silly girl, she really can't look after herself properly. it's a good thing i'm here to keep an eye on her. she just can't be trusted on her own.'
you pout at his reasoning, it's not often that gojo reprimands you or anyone you've seen for that matter. knowing that you don't have a leg to stand on you keep quiet.
when you eat the first bite of your food you hum blissfully, so close to being a moan and it's music to satoru's ears, 'god she's adorable.' he doesn't even realise that he isn't eating until you noticed that he's unmoving. "satoru are you okay? you're not eating."
"i'm fine sweetheart just thinking about something," he responds with a smile.
"okay- if you're sure but make sure you eat soon or it'll get cold."
"yes ma'am," satoru gives you a cheeky smile and picks up his fork.
your face heats up in embarrassment and you lose any composure that you previously had. you avert you eyes and focus on the tablecloth, suddenly finding it very interesting, focusing on the material. you never knew being called something would make you feel so strange, it was the complete opposite to gojo calling you princess or sweetheart.
even though satoru picked up his fork and began eating he didn't take his eyes off you at the corner of his eye, he wanted to see your reaction to that name. he wanted to test how docile you are, his theory that you are submissive and it seems he was right, although even if he wasn't and his theory was proven wrong he'd just mold you into what he wants. 'of course she's so perfect that i don't need to change her, she's such a good girl.'
quickly ma'am leaves your head with the more delicious food you have but you can't help some negative thoughts enter your mind. everything starts to feel too good to be true, the twinkling lights and the flickering of the candle on the table, the scenery and the ambience, the delectable food and the amazing beverages, the dream company with someone who you care so very much about, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else and... it just all feels too good to be true.
'how many girls does gojo come here with? they knew who he was without giving his name. i know i'm not his girlfriend. it's not like i'm jealous it's just- i want this so bad to be special. am i one in a long line?' you have to ask, you have to know. if you're not special you need to know.
"satoru-" you start by getting his attention.
he looks up at you and sees the pensive look on your face, he puts his cutlery down and ceases eating, directing all his attention to you, "yes princess?"
"can i ask you something?" you ask, hesitant and more meekly now you have his attention.
"of course you can princess," he smiles and waits for you to ask whatever it is. he truly doesn't know what it could be right now.
"am i special? i mean- wait- not special. i mean do you take lots of girls here? they seemed to know your name already so do you? i know we're friends so it wouldn't be the same as you taking other girls here but do you take lots of girls here?"
he doesn't even try to stop the smirk that creeps onto his face, you're jealous and what's even better do you even know that you're jealous. satoru can barely contain his excitement.
not once have you brought up other girls, not once. you've never asked if it's true that he doesn't date anyone for longer than a month or that he's gone through half the school. you've never asked about the crude gossip about how big his dick is and how he's the best anyone has ever had even though he knows you've definitely heard those rumours. but right now? right now your words hint of jealously and insecurity.
satoru tells the truth as he replies simply "i haven't brought any girls here." gojo dangles the small piece of information in front of you, it isn't a question of if you'll take it and ask further questions he knows you will but he wants to hear you ask for more, it thrills him.
"you-you dont?" you ask for more explanation.
he grins, "nope," he pops the 'p'. "i go here with my family and on occasion suguru but only sometimes with suguru because it can be kind of intimate with two people," he explains and you giggle at the thought of the two of them sitting across from each other here. he carries on his explanation, "i would never go here with other girls, of course you're special," he tells you honestly and your lips part, hanging onto every word spoken.
'i'm special.' you press your lips together but the corners of your mouth still manage to lift up into a small smile. your brain then fully catches up with everything he said and your heart beats erratically, just now satoru said a dinner here between two people is intimate, he didn't word it in that exact way but if a dinner for two with suguru is intimate, a dinner for two with you might be considered intimate too. overall you're pleased with the answer you were given, gojo thinks your special and he doesn't take other girls here.
you eat the rest of your dinner without incident, enjoying every single mouthful and letting gojo know that it's tasty, thanking him. when you order dessert it's no surprise that satoru goes a bit overboard nearly buying the whole dessert menu, not that you would ever complain about a thing like that, the more time you've spent with gojo the more of a sweet tooth you've become yourself.
satoru doesn't attempt to hide the bill, he enjoys the look on your face when you see the amount in the corner of your eye. for him the money is trivial sum but to you it's shockingly high. he gets a power trip when he sees your eyes widen at the money.
"do you want to come back to mine?" satoru asks you while you leave the restaurant and you agree not thinking anything of it. he's been to yours before but you've never been to his. you don't think there's anything behind his question, you don't even consider he's suggesting something and gojo's well aware that you don't realise.
you don't speak much on your way back, you're leaning against the window and watching the city lights, it's starting to drizzle and you feel at ease in your current company, your eyes fluttering, slightly drowsily, as you hear the rain. gojo taps his fingers on the steering wheel and smiles thinking about how adorable you look right now.
the journey back to satoru's could've taken ten minutes to an hour for all you know as your mind wanders and your eyelids get heavy. when you arrive and he parks up and you get out of the car, you shiver a bit as the cold air hits you, giving you a shock and getting rid of any lingering tiredness and satoru walks around the car to be next to you. he pouts as he bends down to look at you, his sunglasses still in his jacket pocket, "pretty ladies aren't just supposed to have their chair pulled out for them, they're meant to have doors open for them too."
you giggle and bump against him, "flattery will get you nowhere mister." it does. luckily you'll be able to blame your flushed face due to the bitterly cold if gojo questions you on it.
"let's get inside sweetheart, it's cold." 'sweetheart' something else you can luckily blame on the weather. you're not expecting satoru to randomly touch your face though so you think you're going to be okay.
you follow him inside and the size of his place is a large as you thought it would be, you're learning to expect everything he owns is extravagant. the interior however is something you take note of, you've only entered one room but it seems barren. the walls are drab, painted slate grey and off white with only the bare necessaries of furniture and nothing more. devoid of any human presence. you're not even sure if he's lived here long and when he looks at you he can see those unnecessary cogs turning in your head again. "is something on your mind princess?"
"um-" you don't really know if you should bring it up but your curiosity gets the better of you. "have you lived here long?"
"a couple of years," satoru leans against the wall and smirks.
"i just- there's not a lot of stuff in here, it looks like you still have unpacking to do."
he pushes himself off the wall and goes over to you, "do you think i should get more stuff? like cushions for the the sofa and posters on the wall?" you feel gojo's breath against your skin as he leans down to talk in your ear quietly, it's so intimate, your mind draws a blank finding it hard to think with him so close to you. satoru is playful and he's teasing and you've heard rumours that he's a flirt but he's never been this close to you before, you've never been able to smell his cologne and been this close to feel his warm breath against your neck. "maybe we should go shopping together and you could help me pick out some stuff?" you're holding your breath, not being able to breathe anymore. "or maybe it would be better if you just stayed here and brought your stuff along? you do always complain about your rent being high."
you take a sharp intake of air and move a step away from him so you can look back at him in the eye. mentally shaking your head to forgot about his remark. 'did gojo just say about me being his roommate? i'd get to see him everyday... wait... i'd have to hear him all the time when he brings home girls and does he even clean after himself properly?'
"did you have too much to drink tonight satoru? you know you shouldn't drink and drive," you reply with light tone, reminding yourself not to think too hard about the situation, almost being successful in your mission.
satoru just watches you and smirks as he sees you try to ignore his comment. "anyway i don't think you need a roommate." 'roommate? yeah i don't need one of those...'
"and for all i know you might steal my food from the fridge and not wash up the dishes. plus i always forget my towel when i shower." you say the last sentence flippantly, but satoru's mind fills with thoughts of you... 'walking out of the shower into the living room with a small towel on, barely covering your body, body damp with water dripping down your neck, onto your shoulders down to the valley of your breasts...' he's getting hard just imagining it.
"are you okay satoru? you're a bit red." you question and the topic of conversation changes.
satoru moves back away from you, "i'm okay princess, probably thirsty. do you want a drink?" he's glad of this change, he'd like to tease you more but there'd be a real chance you'd see his erection, he could probably tease you about it if you'd notice it but he doesn't think you're ready yet. he wants to make sure you're relaxed and comfortable. you've got a long night ahead of you.
"sure."
following him into the kitchen you take a seat on one of the kitchen counter stools. "what would you like to drink?"
not wanting to ask for something he might not have or cause a fuss you respond with, "whatever you're having is good with me."
'she's so predictable.' he pours both of you your favourite drink, he knows all your preferences, of course he's stocked up on everything you like. he hands it to you and you smile wide, "this is like my all time favourite drink, i didn't know you liked it too."
in situations like this he switches his answers up from time to time not wanting you to get suspicious. "do you like these too? the amount i get through weekly is crazy." he makes sure to separate things into two categories, things you've told him and things you haven't but he knows anyway. he wouldn't want to mention in conversation about how he remembers that you like these drinks when you've never told so.
satoru likes when he tells you things that subtly suggest, 'look how much we have in common. we like all the same music and drinks!'
he prefers when he tells you he remembers something you told him, you quietly replying to him once about how much it means to you because "no one has ever cared about me to remember something so mundane about me." he swears that he'll remember everything about you, he swore he'd never forget a single thing.
gojo takes his place next to you, sitting on the stool and purposely brushing his hand against your rib, under your breast, and he gets pleasure from seeing you straighten up your back.
you both enjoy your drinks and kick your legs in the air. "i feel bad because you've been driving me around all night. when i go i'll get an uber or cab or something."
gojo frowns, "are you going now?"
"n-no! unless you want me to?" you don't want to overstay your welcome and you have a feeling that if gojo wanted you to go he'd let you know and you want to look around the other rooms if you have a chance, perhaps not his bedroom for privacy reasons but you want to see if his other rooms have plain decoration and if the bathroom has any noteworthy products in, you have always wanted to know how his skin looks so good all the time.
"i'm definitely not telling you to leave princess... in fact why don't you stay the night? you can stay in the spare room. no pressure though. you don't have to but there might not be anywhere you can get a lift because of how late it is and how it's the other side of town adding that all onto it's now pouring down. i'd offer to take you back myself but i'm not a huge fan of driving in the dark, especially if the roads are slippy 'cause to the rain. it's your choice. i'm sure you'll get someone to take you eventually but it might be less effort to stay here and leave tomorrow?"
he knows you don't want to wait forever getting home, he knows you want to take him up on his offer but something is stopping you, he doesn't know what is it for a moment until he figures it. "it's absolutely no bother, i don't mind and i've got clothes that you can wear, i think i wore them to lounge about in on tuesday so i haven't had time to wash them yet but i don't think that's a huge problem. i wear them a lot but they're too big on me, you should fit in them."
that small comment might have upset you more if it came from someone else but you don't think gojo meant it maliciously, you think it came from a good place, however you couldn't help thinking about it, the words 'they're too big on me, you should fit in them' ring around your head, about how you should fit in them. you know that satoru didn't mean anything by that but you've never worn someone else's clothes before so it gives you a bit of anxiety and satoru can see that.
gojo speaks again in an attempt to stop you from other thinking. "if you did want to go i'll give you the money to get a cab but if not you can stay, it's no problem, in fact i would enjoy it." your eyes snap up to look at him and you see a soft smile adorning his face. "we could watch that new film you were telling me about and i don't mean to brag but my shower is amazing, nothing compares, even five star hotels." you crack a smile but your mind still lingers on the clothes. satru can see that still not fully convinced and there's something stopping you, "is this about the clothes?" you shift your eyes away nervously not wanting to admit how you clung to a few words. gojo stops himself from sighing in exasperation. "if you'd feel more comfortable keeping the blouse and skirt on you can, you do look good in them but you shouldn't overthink about wearing my clothes. i know i said they're not clean but i've only worn them once since they've been washed it's not like they're diseased." you giggle and satoru gets less exasperated after hearing you laugh.
"they'll fit you if that's what you're worried about and honestly even if they are a little tight you'd still look good in my shirt, it would just hang onto your hips a bit." your mouth parts, the previous throwaway remark being swiped away like smoke by his hand, instead being replaced by insurance that it will fit and if by the off chance it doesn't then it's not the end of the world. he hopes it doesn't fit.
it quells your mind and you agree to stay. "thank you satoru, i'd appreciate staying, over the hassle of getting home."
he grins at your answer, hands itching to take off your blouse. "do you want a shower now so we can watch that film?"
"sounds good." you follow him into the bathroom and it looks like the living room, crystal clean, newly moved into, the only difference is his electric toothbrush on the side and moisturiser. gojo doesn't leave when he shows you into the room, he doesn't leave when he makes a quick explanation about how the shower works, in fact he didn't tell you at all. instead of telling you he turns the shower on, adjusting the handle to change the temperature to the one you prefer and pressing a button next to the handle, keeping his finger on it for a few seconds before removing it, changing the water pressure. "here you go princess," he grins and turns back to you. you think to yourself about how you could of figured out how to work the shower but you don't vocalise it, you've been in enough showers to know how they work but satoru's one is probably different if he did it himself.
"oh, the shower wash and shampoo is there, i don't know if you want to wash your hair but it's there if you need it. you'll have to use my one." he then leaves, before placing a towel on the sink for you to grab when you get out. he owns all the soaps and scents you use but you can't use them, he doesn't want to share. if he gave you them you'd be suspicious and there would be less for him to use when he misses your smell, groaning in the shower after he gets home from basketball his hands massaging your shampoo into his scalp, one hand in his hair the other fisting his cock. he'll buy you new perfumes and soaps for the holidays, he would never change any of your signature scents but you deserve more expensive products in his eyes.
a part of you still can't help but think about the clothes but when you step into the shower your eyes close and body relaxes, somehow it's the perfect way you like your showers. all of it melts away and as you pick up gojo's shower wash your body heats up inside. you're going to use the same soap as gojo uses and once you recognise how you reacted you shake your head to get away from all those thoughts. everybody at your university would likely have the same reaction as you but you're not just anyone, satoru is your dear friend and he deserves more respect than you just gave him. you don't spend long showering, wanting to not use his soap for a long period and you end up not washing your hair.
you dry yourself but panic as you can't find clothes anywhere, did satoru forget? maybe the plan was for you to put your clothes back on until he's gave you them. opening the door ajar you peek outside, you're planning on seeing if you can hear satoru, asking him about the clothes but before you can you see a shirt on the floor next to the door. picking it up, you close the door quickly and breathe deeply, glad that you noticed the shirt before calling out to gojo.
when you start to slip into the shirt you feel a repeat of the shower, it smells so much like him. you didn't realise when you agreed to this you'd have to be concerned about this but you are and it's making you feel guilty. like you're no better than those girls who throw themselves at him, only based on appearances alone. you put it on as quickly as you can and try to ignore the smell but the entire room is filled with it. it smells different to the soap, it smells more like him, 'his natural scent?' you ponder. it effects you differently than it would his fans though, they'd be filled with thoughts that are less than appropriate, like being pushed into his pillow while he's taking them from behind or not wasting time with getting completely nude but to you they're innocent, the smell is comforting like when he surprises you by suddenly grabbing you from behind or crowding your space as you worked on projects together. it's not the smell of satoru gojo, famous 'womaniser', 'manwhore', 'heartbreaker', with a reputation that would make a nymphomaniac blush, it's the smell of satoru gojo- your gojo. and annoyingly your gojo, your friend, smells really good.
satoru was right about the shirt. because of how tall he is it reached down to your thigh, you were slightly worried about accidentally flashing him but it was long enough not to worry too much about it. he was also right about how it clung to you. even though it clung to you it didn't make you feel uncomfortable, the fabric stretched a tad around your hips and chest but it didn't make you feel uneasy, you doubt satoru would even notice. he, of course, does. and takes great pleasure in it.
you fold up the towel and leave it in the laundry basket. exiting the room you hear satoru and go to him. he hears you near him entering the room and looks up from the sofa, "you okay?"
you smile sweetly and nod your head, "i'm okay, it was a good shower."
he returns your smile, "i'm glad."
satoru doesn't hide his staring as you move to the sofa to sit down next to him. you're so cute and you're so hot all he can do is stare and he's so thankful that you agreed to come to his and stay. he's never let anyone wear his clothes before, it's a boundary that he doesn't cross. his previous relationships weren't allowed to wear his clothes, if it was cold outside and someone didn't bring a coat he wouldn't give them his, he never cared about them that much to do things like that but when you walk in wearing his clothes his heart jumps with joy. he never thought about how much he'd love seeing you wear his shirt, it's not just a shirt it's a statement, you're his, he owns you. it barely covers your thighs and he knows if he gets you to move and bend down, even if only slightly, everything will be on display. his shirt is clinging to your curves and he's practically salivating as your hips look so grabbable.
you're none the wiser of this and when he turns on the film you previously spoken about he was paying more attention to you than the television, every so often shuffling a little bit closer to you. he doesn't wait long, it's been about twenty minutes through the film before he puts his arm around you, he slings his arm around your shoulder when you walk together sometimes so it's not the first time this has happened. this is regular behaviour in your eyes.
forgetting his arm is even around you you become invested in what you're watching, you were right to mention it to gojo, it's exceeded your expectations. you have no reaction to satoru taking his arm off your shoulder and instead placing it on your plush thigh. he has more of a reaction that you do, biting his lip to stop any noises that could come out because you would likely notice if he groaned. after a couple of minutes of his hands being still he starts moving, making small patterns on your skin and stroking you. his hand gets higher, reaching the hem of his shirt before stopping and leaving his hand there.
as the film ends you become more aware of where gojo's hand is resting but you choose not to say anything. you're flustered but you think he's put his hand there absentmindedly while watching the film so you keep quiet.
"did you enjoy the film princess?"
you smile brightly at him and respond, "i did! did you?"
satoru starts making patterns on your skin lightly again. tapping his finger on his chin with his other hand like he's thinking and making a noise, "hmmm i did enjoy it although i was distracted through most of it."
that catches your attention wondering what it was that he was focused on instead. "oh, what was it?"
he smirks, "it's hard to pay attention to anything other than how pretty you look right now."
satoru had called you a pretty lady earlier tonight but this feels more personal, your brain refusing to work and it's exhilarating for him to see it happen.
he cups your cheek in his hand so you're making direct eye contact with each other, he doesn't want to look away from him. "do you want this sweetheart?"
your heart is pounding in your chest like a hummingbirds wings and you worry that satoru can hear it, swallowing before replying, "w-what do you mean?"
he leans closer to you and feel like your body is buzzing, tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins at his proximity to you, "do you want me?"
"i-i," you're stuttering over your words and nothing makes sense. do you want him? want him to do what?
"sweetheart do you want me?" he reiterates putting more emphasis on the 'want' and slivering his hand up further along your thigh, inching under your, his, shirt. you wait with bated breath, wondering if he'll go further, wondering if he'll say more.
"satoru are you... are you coming onto me?" you're quiet when you ask, you're unsure, you worry that you're wrong and gojo can't help but laugh.
"obviously i'm coming onto you. i thought that was pretty clear."
"you are?" you're still quiet.
"yeah," he smirks at you however your eyes drift away from him feeling shy but gojo's not having that, he pats your cheek before saying, "look at me princess." you do what he says and make eye contact with him again, "there she is, "he smiles at you and kisses your nose making your whole body heat up, your lips part open in shock and he smirks.
"i'm going to ask again, do you want this?" lowering his voice he continues speaking, "because i want this."
'he wants this. he wants me... but do i want him? everyone wants him. do i want him? if we do this it might never be the same again, we might stop being friends... satoru is really attractive, he's hot, he can get anyone he wants but will this mess everything up... i don't know.'
he can see those unnecessary cogs again, how silly, how useless.
he doesn't wait for you to answer, he's given you time and instead of answering you're thinking, overthinking, not being a good girl at all. instead of waiting any longer he closes the space between you two and slots his mouth against yours, licking your lips in a silent request to open your mouth, you oblige his request without any more thought and just simply do what feels right, do what feels good, and kissing satoru feelings good.
his lips are soft, probably softer than yours but you can't tell with them against each other. imaging the kiss you'd think gojo would kiss someone slowly, languidly. you imagine he wouldn't put a lot of effort or passion in the kiss but it would still be the best kiss anyone has ever had. you never thought he'd be a passionate kisser. you know from rumours that his relationships don't last long, it seems to you that he's never been invested in any of them so what's the point in kissing someone like you can't get enough of them when he's going to move on to the next person in a week, so what's the point of kissing passionately but right now that theory is blown out the window. his movement is rushed, it's hungry, it's unexpected. you didn't think he'd be so greedy. his skilled tongue is against yours and he's completely dominating the kiss. satoru's not even stopping for air and he's not letting you either, he's been waiting for this for so long now and a stupid reason like needing to breathe isn't going to stop him.
satoru's leaving wet kisses down your jaw and pulse point anywhere that's visible he's kissing. leaving little nips in his wake and trying to find a good space for him to start leaving marks and hickeys so everyone will know you're his.
the hand that was holding onto your thigh squeezes gently and a shiver runs down his spine because you feel so soft. he pushes you down on the sofa and he's above you looking down, knocking your thighs open and kneeling between them. he's swears he's never seen a more beautiful sight. you get nervous when you look at him, the way he looks at you tenderly with those vibrant blue eyes, that unbeknownst to you hold so much love for you.
you're gasping at every new sensation gojo's giving you, never having felt like this before as his continues his path up your thigh moving the shirt up along with it and now he's finally touching your plush body he thinks he may be in heaven with a gorgeous goddess with him and the more he moves the shirt up the more he thinks so. both of his hands moving to your hips and pressing his fingers into your skin watching them spill over and it's making him dizzy. never has he felt anyone with your body before and it's driving him crazy. he wants more, he needs more.
satoru brushes his knuckles over your underwear making you whine and he smirks, "feel good princess?"
"uh huh," you reply nodding your head up and down rapidly, head fuzzy and wanting more, wanting him.
"yeah?" he asks smugly. " ' course you do." he taps your hips just above the line of your underwear, "lift up for me sweetheart." you move up so he can pull down your underwear and he pockets them in his jeans saving them for later. he doesn't waste anytime as he unzips his jeans and takes them off, pulling his shirt off after, the only reason of the shirt being off is that he wants you to see how hot he looks and to check him out, he knows he looks good and he wants you to know it too.
he presses two fingers into you and you moan. "i'm going to prepare you sweetheart." it wasn't a question but you nod your head anyway. his slender fingers are longer than yours, reaching placing you can't, he's leisurely taking his time, watching as you squirm, eyes starting to glaze over.
only after four minutes and he's had enough of this leisurely pace fingering though, he just has to have his dick inside you now. he would promise to go slow but he knows he can't promise that. you don't see his dick before he goes into you, if you did you'd say something but instead you feel it. more girth than most and nine inches long thus as he starts to thrust into you you let out a moan that soon fades into a silent scream.
with each inch you feel that it must be it but then there's more, he knows he should've spent more time getting you ready for him but the idea of waiting even a minute longer was torture.
at the same time of being fully inside you, you wince, and satoru places a chaste kiss on your lips. there's a fleeting thought as you wince about how you think his cock has broken you, so far he's in your guts. he keeps his hold on you as he thrusts shallowly a few times testing the waters and playfully pinching your nipple to see your reaction.
you try to speak but the words get caught in your throat and it doesn't take long for gojo to speed up, not even a minute and he's already thrusting hard and fast into you, a creamy white ring already forming at the base of his cock. his pace doesn't falter, in fact it gets more rough as satoru sees your face. it's hard for you to even think, you've never been this full before, you're eyes are glazed over and you've got your mouth open drooling a bit, he thinks you look so adorably dumb. "look at you princess you look so dumb right now, so stupid. you don't even have one thought in your head do you? it's so fucking hot. not thinking or worrying, all that matters is this, you don't need to think i'll do it for you."
satoru lifts up one of your thighs and puts it on his shoulder, at the new position it feels like he's reaching even deeper. you whine so loud that people walking outside would hear. "my cock's making you lose braincells huh?" he grins, tapping your cheek gently to get your attention. you look up at him in a daze and he sniggers. "not a thought behind those eyes."
at the new angle you try to grab hold of his arm but struggle to focus losing grip straight away, squealing, "ah it feels s' good 'toru!"
satoru is pleased that you've spoken something, that you've been able to form an legible sentence, he's even more pleased at how good you sound squealing, knowing that he's the one who's made you sound like that. however more than all of that he's overjoyed that you called him 'toru' it sounds so perfect from your mouth.
"i know, i know, you're so good for me princess, such a good girl." he keeps slamming into you at a brutal pace and he wants you to come undone around him soon before he cums. "hear that princess, your pussy is so wet and sticky for me. she knows what she wants huh," he grins and starts pinching your nipples, watching as your eyes roll back.
he's fucking you so rough that your body is moving up and down on the sofa, jiggling with each thrusts, and as he watches your body bounce he gets closer and closer. he normally lasts so much longer but he can't help it with you, it's impossible for him to keep his regular time when your warm wet walls are wrapping around his cock, when he's inside you.
satoru can't wait any longer removing his hand from your nipple and bringing it to your clit, rubbing harshly as you shriek from the sudden extra stimulation, as you get tighter around him he sucks his teeth so close to cumming, "are you going to cum for me sweetheart?"
you don't say anything, you don't have time to answer him because instead the coil in the stomach that has been winding up for the last half an hour snaps, with the added help of gojo touching your clit, you arch your back, and your eyesight goes fuzzy seeing white dots. you've never had such an intense orgasm before, it drowned out noise and made everything hard to hear, you didn't even know cumming could do that. everyone was right about sex with satoru.
feeling you spasm around him was even for him to finish as well, a few more thrusts into you and he lost it cumming too. if he was a better man he would've pulled out but satoru knew that he would never pull out when it comes to you. he's seen birth control in your bathroom before and when he saw it he frowned, he hopes that you missed it today. either way he's making sure to bury himself in you as deep as he can get hoping that even if you did take birth control today it won't be good enough to stop his intention- his deep desire to breed you. thoughts racing through his head, 'silly girls don't need to go to university they should just stay at home. i've got more than enough money to look after her. she'd look so good, her body even softer than it already is. she'd make such a good mama.' as he comes his body goes taut and he groans loudly saying your name and stilling.
you're both catching your breathe, not speaking for a minute, recovering for the most mindblowing sex both of you have ever had.
he wants to stay where he is but he knows he can't. when he moves you whimper, feeling empty all of a sudden, and it makes his ego rise, "sorry princess, i'm going to get you a towel okay." satoru kisses your forehead before rising and getting a towel from the bathroom, coming back and kneeling, swiping the towel gently over your inner thighs and pussy. kissing your hip and looking back at you, "are you okay?"
you're breathless as you reply, "yeah."
satoru smirks, "that's good."
you cover your face with your hands, timid with the way gojo's focused on you. putting the towel down he holds onto your hands and removes them from your face so he can see you again, smiling at you sweetly and kissing your forehead again.
"satoru what's going to happen now?" you're almost silent, if he wasn't so laser focused on every movement and thing you do he might not have heard.
"we could watch another film but it's getting late."
"no... i mean with us..."
satoru furrows his eyebrows, not understanding the question. "us?"
"yeah i-i mean are we s-still friends?"
"friends?" he looks at you like you've grown an extra head and your stomach sinks, if you knew this would've been the outcome you would've done something differently.
you don't want to lose gojo, you really don't want to lose gojo. you don't want to cry in front of him, you don't want it to get misconstrued and him to think that you're trying to manipulate him or change his mind but the idea of not having satoru in your life is heartbreaking. wait... heartbreaking? however the tears still come and the words get lodged in your throat. you manage to get some words out but it's barely audible with how erratic your breathing is becoming and how you keep swallowing every five seconds. "can i do anything to make us be friends again? i don't want to lose you." you're sniffling and you know you sound needy and probably desperate too but that's not your main focus right now.
"lose me?" he squints and gently wipes the tears from your face. "why would you lose me?" he cups you cheek, "princess how do you feel about me?"
your mouth parts open, you're glad that he's suggesting that you're not going to lose him but that's completely overshadowed with the question he's asked. you stay silent, not moving a muscle, how do you feel about him?
'satoru's my friend, my best friend! so... i feel that he's my friend? did i feel this way about my other friends? i lost my other friends and it was awful, i hated it but if i lost satoru... i think it would be worse than awful. maybe soul crushing is accurate... heartbreaking sounds more accurate. can someone be heartbroken about a friend? can i?'
you can't say anything, you don't know what to say, all your thoughts are muddled and you feel lost. gojo's still cupping your cheek, now stroking it with his thumb. "alright then princess, let me tell you." you don't know how he's going to tell you, you don't even understand yourself. "you don't see me as a friend anymore." he says simply and your eyes widen, and he holds onto your elbow with no force with his other hand to stop you if you try to draw away.
"do you know why i know that princess?" satoru asks you, his voice tethered, borderlining on husky. unsure you shake your head. "because friends don't act like you do. they don't get jealous about the thought of me taking girls out to restaurants, they don't check me out when they think i'm not looking. friends don't make a photo of us together as their lockscreen and wallpaper-"
at that you interrupt him, "you have me on your lockscreen too!" but he puts his fingers to your lips to gesture for you to keep quiet.
"not finished yet sweetheart. friends don't send each other good morning texts as soon as they wake up and they don't memorise my order at cafés we go to. friends don't stare at my lips and compliment my eyes all the time. friends don't look at me longingly. friends don't go to romantic restaurants alone together."
he pauses watching with rapt attention as you look down at your lap, he doesn't make you look up at him this time and waits for your response. when you decide to look back at him you calm your breathing as much as you can, "b-but you do those things too satoru..."
satoru grins brightly, "yeah i do, sooo... that would mean what?" he presses you to answer him.
"do you- do you- am i more than a friend to you satoru?"
"bingo!"
you feel like you're dreaming, nothing feels real. you could never of guessed that gojo feels that way or that you're his type. "is that why we had sex?"
satoru chuckles, not answering but instead replying, "you're so cute!" it makes your face heat up. "do you want me to tell you a secret?" you're nervous and dubious but you nod your head softly. gojo moves even closer than you, "you're more than just my friend princess," he leans closer to your ear and whispers "i love you."
you blink at him- once, twice, three times. you understand now that gojo is more than a friend to you and you recognise it's been this way for a very long time but through all his speech you didn't consider he felt the same. maybe that's why you didn't understand your own feelings, because if gojo acts the same as you do and calls you his friend you never questioned about if you really felt friendship towards him.
how long as satoru known all this and has kept you in the dark? what if he choose not to ever tell you? would you end up in a relationship with someone else only to break their heart when you finally realise that you're in love with satoru. your mouth is dry and you lick your lips swallowing to wet them, your voice still sounds a little hoarse though as you say, "why didn't you tell me?"
"because you'll understand and accept your own feelings and mine. i wanted to tell you but i know you, i knew that you would just deny it and ignore your feelings and it could result in something changing with us and that was the last thing i wanted sweetheart, it would kill me but i knew that it was time. i knew that you'd accept both of our feelings," he asserts and he's so close to you that you can feel his body heat.
you know what he's saying is true but you can't help but pout. "how do you know me better than myself satoru?"
satoru chuckles. well he does spend a great deal of his time loving everything you do...
"plus i couldn't keep it in any longer princess, i swear i was going mad. i would probably have folded soon and tell you," he whines and you giggle.
you take a deep breath and look at him straight in the eye, your whole body feeling fuzzy, "satoru i love you."
'yeah i know.'
gojo grins and wipes his forehead dramatically, "thank god." he holds onto the nape of your neck and pulls you to his lips so he can kiss you hungrily, as he pulls away he asks "do you still want to sleep in the spare room tonight? my room is more comfortable... and there may be some boxes on the bed that i haven't moved."
your eyes widen, "say you're joking 'toru!"
he throws his hands up and grins "well..."
you don't stay mad at him long, you've both confessed your love to each other it's not like you can be annoyed at him, you grin back, "i can't believe you."
"i swear it wasn't planned just a happy coincidence... that i chose not to tell you about... but it's okay because we can just use that room for any of your extra stuff when you move in."
you open your mouth wide in disbelief, "i cannot believe you satoru!"
"aw come on you know you love me!" he chuckles and you glare at him before be pokes your cheek and you start laughing too.
I MISS YOU GUYS TOO! SO SO MUCH! But if I’m being honest I feel like a failure atm. I feel like everything I write atm is garbage and lacks something—hopefully a slump I’ll soon get out of! It makes me so happy that some of ya’ll miss my little presence on this app! Ty so much for checking up on me sweetie—means the world to a writer that someone cares like that. Hope you’re doing well kind ani!
