“ if I’m touching you… i’m doing it slow. I want you to feel every second. ”
⊹ 🎧 ࣪ ˖ — slow motion by trey songz
gojo satoru had a talent for ruining your day.
he’d show up where you didn’t want him, say things nobody else would dare, and smile like he knew every thought running through your head.
but recently, you’d been avoiding him— slipping out of rooms he walked into, ignoring his stupid comments, refusing to meet those ice-blue eyes. everyone else thought it was because you hated him.
avoidance meant fear. fear meant interest. interest meant he was getting to you. and that was something he refused to let you run from. so he cornered you.
late at night, empty hallway, fluorescent lights humming above. you tried to step past him— he blocked you with a casual shift of his body, leaning one hand against the wall beside your head.
“how long,” he murmured, voice low and amused, “are you planning to pretend you don’t want me?”
you rolled your eyes. “maybe forever.”
“cute." he tilted his head "but wrong.”
you tried to push him away— he caught your wrist effortlessly, not tight, just firm enough to remind you he wasn’t moving unless he wanted to.
“I don’t have time for your games.”
saturo’s lips curved slowly.
“who said anything about games?" he stepped closer— your back hit the wall, breath catching as his body hovered inches from yours. "if i wanted you, i wouldn't play."
you swallowed hard. “and what do you want exactly?” you challenged.
his fingers slid down your wrist, tracing a line so slow it made your skin heat.
you stiffened, caught off guard.
“but not fast. not rushed. not messy.” his hand lifted your chin with a gentleness that contradicted every arrogant word he’d ever spoken. “if you think I’d handle you like you’re disposable… you don’t know me at all.”
your heart pounded— you hated that he could hear it.
“say something,” he whispered.
saturo’s eyes darkened— a shade colder, deeper, hungrier. “because,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed yours, “you’ve been running. and I want you to feel what it’s like when someone refuses to let you.”
his thumb stroked your jaw— painfully slow. “you deserve someone who takes their time,” he said, voice like velvet dragged over skin. “someone who studies you… inch by inch… until you forget why you tried to avoid them.”
you hated how warm you felt.
“how long have you been planning this speech?” you whispered, almost breathless.
“since the moment you started dodging me. annoying, by the way.”
“you make everything complicated.”
“no,” he corrected softly, “i make everything intentional.” his nose brushed yours— an almost kiss, the kind that burned hotter than anything real.
“and if you let me touch you again…” his fingers slid to your waist, hovering but not claiming.
“… i’m taking it slow... just to ruin you properly.”
you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer without thinking.
saturo’s breath caught— barely, but you felt it. “so?” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “you still wanna run?”
you shook your head slowly.
his lips brushed your cheek, slow enough to make your knees weaken. “because I’m not rushing a damn thing.”
his hand moved lower, inch by inch, tracing the fabric, teasing over your skin just enough to drive you insane. slowly, he pushed his hand under your skirt and slid into your panties, two fingers rubbing your clit in slow, maddening circles that make your eyes roll.
“you like this, don’t you?” his lips leaving trails of soft kisses on your neck, feeling the way your pulse flutters beneath your skin.
you tried to protest, to push him away… but your body betrayed you. every nerve on fire, every breath shaky.
“say it,” he murmured, fingers stroking, spreading your wet and sensitive pussy in a maddeningly teasing caress.
“i… i want you.” you gasped. your words came out almost like a whimper.
# ‧₊🐇˚ ⋅ — imma just drop this here hehe. been inactive for a while cuz i got sick but im all better now ^^ btw this one is rush and idk if i should stick to angst or what
