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âsuguru geto thought he was all alone in the world â until he found you. his muse, his lover, and eventually, his biggest mistakeâ
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CONTENT mdni, heavy angst, smut, some fluff too, vampire au, A LOT of blood, murder, blood drinking, depression, suicidal ideation (implied), trauma, yearning, heavy pining, suguru is obsessed with you, extremely avoidant reader, falling in love, first kiss, making out, oral (f+m receiving), piv sex, timeskips, arguments, love confessions, doomed love kinda, happy ending
A/N this is inspired by "interview with the vampire". art by @/chosoenjoy3r + dividers by @droideplane & @uzmacchiato
 What does it mean to be lonely?
Not just in the physical sense. Being alone is a fact of life, an empirical truth that cannot be escaped â but being lonely? That's different.
Lonely is when you lose all hope of not being alone.
When your environment has consistently been empty, devoid of familiar faces and friendly touch for far too long. Then that feeling starts to slowly make its way inside, weave itself in through the very fabric of your being, starting to take hold and germinate like weeds in a garden.
Until the emptiness is fully settled inside.
Empty.
Devoid of hope.
Numb.
A black void of nothing.
The worst thing a vampire could be was lonely.
That's what Suguru Geto used to think.
Back when he roamed the earth alone, destined to walk moonlit streets only, seeking his prey in the dark. It was a life he had grown accustomed to, but every single time he hunted, he was hoping he could find someone else. Just one person.
One person to exchange a kind word with. A soft caress maybe, to breathe life back into this dead body of his.
Just someone like him. Who understood.
The worst thing a vampire could be was lonely, Suguru thought before he met you. Now he knows the pain of heartbreak was far greater.
Because how cruel does this cursed existence have to be, to give one a sliver of hope â and then brutally take it all away again?
You made Suguru realised he wasn't a dark void after all, because if his heart hurt this much, it was surely still there.
Dead, unmoving, but there.
It changed everything.
You changed everything.
You.
In all his years, no â centuries alone, you finally came to him like an angel in the night. Dripping in blood, the red crimson mixing with your skin and glowing under the full moon.
You hadn't noticed him straight away, which he thought amusing. Considering the amount of work Suguru had put into his stealth abilities, he was glad to see it could work even on those of his kind. It also gave him just a few seconds longer to justâŠwatch.
You were pinning down someone under you, teeth deep into their neck as you gorged yourself. Nothing more than an animal at that point, reminding Suguru of the worst part of his condition. But such a primitive, hideous sight was made mesmerizing by you.
You were like a painter.
Blood was your ink. The street was your canvas.
Did you know he was watching? Was that why you took your time in that way?
Suguru always drank with nothing but disgust for himself, swallowing the other person's essence as fast as he could as if a quick death was somehow an apology.
Such a disgusting act shouldn't be made so beautiful.
Where had you even come from?
Suguru had roamed this continent for years and had never met anyone else.
Here you were â the answer to all his prayers. Maybe they weren't going on deaf years after all. Maybe he still deserved a little respite, despite being what he was.
Suguru wanted to cry, but he held it in so to not disturb you. The worst thing that could happen was startle you and have you ran away.
At that moment though, he had decided he'd follow you to the ends of the earth if he had to.
An odd promise made to someone not even aware of his existence yet, but Suguru was desperate â he needed you. Hadn't even met you, but he fucking needed you.
You finally tilted your head upwards, fangs fully on show, red on white.
And then you saw him.
He noticed how your eyes immediately met his, like an invisible thread had pulled you to him. The eyes of a beast, deformed like his were, an unnatural colour that matched the blood you were wiping from your chin.
Suguru saw you get ready to run away, with the way your legs tensed and your posture rearranged. But he was quick to put his hands up, taking a quiet step in your direction.
You cocked your head sideways, assessing. Understanding.
And then your beautiful lips parted.
"How long have you been watching?" you finally asked, the small hint of a prideful smirk tugging at the edges of your lips.
What a beautiful sound it was. Suguru couldn't breathe â your voice was nearly as gorgeous as your beautiful face, now fully visible to him.
You were his salvation. He was sure of it.
An angel sent from above. Or⊠below, in this case.
"I didn't know there were others" he heard himself say, voice shaking just like the hands he hid in his pockets; too worried of anything that might make you look down on him.
You stared at him for a moment. Taking him in, your head tilted in curiosity.
And then your posture dropped a little, less guarded and more sad. Pitiful, even.
"How long have you been alone?"
That's when the first tears started pouring out of Suguru's red eyes, his body reacting to your question before his mind could.
He felt himself sink to his knees, falling to your feet, tears spilling and spilling like they hadn't in years. Probably not since before he had lost his mortality.
You could have run away. Could have laughed at him, thought him weak like his maker had, and left to find your next victim.
To expect compassion from a vampire was far beyond reason.
But you didn't do that.
Instead, you walked towards him. Slowly, carefully, maybe even wondering if this had been a trap. It didn't hurt to be cautious, not in this world. Not for who you were.
You lowered yourself on your knees â so close, much closer than he had been to anyone he didn't intend on drinking blood from in the past centuries. And then you extended a tentative hand, and cupped his cheek.
"I know what it's like" you murmured.
Suguru didn't mean to throw himself at you like he had, but all reason had left him the second you spoke to him so kindly. His arms crossed your back, pulling you into him and crashing onto you at the same time, crying onto your chest so loud it might alert other people to the crime scene you currently found yourselves on.
But nothing else mattered at that moment.
He had found you.
His angel.
The feeling of arms around his back was foreign to him at this point â how long had it been since someone pulled him in instead of away? Since someone held him?
Your skin was as cold as his, but he could swear his heart felt warm.
And as Suguru cried tears of grief and of relief, you slowly caressed his long strands, shushing him with gentleness a creature like him did not deserve.
 Suguru wasn't even sure how long you held him like that. So patient.
You were perfect.
He took you to his apartment that night â you were surprised he even had one. But in all his years alive, or, dead, really, he felt a bit of comfort was necessary. After too long roaming aimlessly, Suguru just wanted a home.
He just never expected he'd actually get to invite someone in, and expose a little more of himself than he had intended. But Suguru wanted to try.
You told him your name. An old sound, not native to this land and maybe, to any of the modern day. But you refused to say more; to tell him who was your maker or how long you had been like this, so Suguru didn't pry.
You wanted to move forward, you explained. Look ahead instead of behind. That sounded great to him â Suguru was never able to look at anywhere but the past. His regrets. The wrong turns he had made. Maybe you could help change that.
Another curious thing about you was that you didn't speak of your vampire condition with hatred at all. To you, living forever was exciting, not a curse. You spoke of lands you wished to see and things you still wanted to do.
The world changed every day and you were changing with it. It was a beautiful perspective, something he had never even considered.
But when he asked of the things you missed, you stayed quiet.
Too quiet.
"What's the point of reminiscing" you scoffed, and Suguru could tell there was a splinter there somewhere.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean toâ"
"Don't be" you interrupted, looking him in the eyes once more. If he had a living heart, it would have beat faster, he was sure of it. "Are you hungry?" you squinted, so good at reading him already.
"I try not to over indulge" he explained. He worried you might call him weak for admitting he hated to kill, but you seemed more confused than anything.
"It's almost dawn" you muttered. "Will you be ok until nightfall?"
Were you worried about him?
"I am used to it" he tried to smile.
You were still not convinced.
"You don't like the taste?" you asked, one brow raising as if trying to conceal your judgment.
"It's not that, it'sâ" he struggled with his words, letting out a long sigh. "I don't like inflicting pain"
Your lips turned into an almost smile, amused. "But you're a vampire" you said, as if he didn't already know.
"Am I?" he teased, letting out a self deprecating chuckle.
You laughed with him. Head falling forwards just slightly, your pointy teeth in full display as you let out the sweetest laugh he had heard in centuries.
"I'd assume so" you teased back. "Fangs, check. Red eyes, check" you paused, humming with a finger to your chin. "Perhaps you are just a deformed human?"
Suguru laughed with you. "I haven't seen my face in years, but I'd hope it wasn't deformed"
"No" you smiled. "It's a very handsome face"
That gave him pause, his mouth hanging open before he could blurt out the next taunt in your back and forth.
You thought he was handsome?
He had heard it often, back when he was alive. But being unable to see his reflection was one of the curses of a vampire.
Truth was, he didn't even remember his human face anymore.
"It is?" he asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"It is" you smiled. And then you brought your hand to his face, a single finger ghosting over his cold skin. You took your time in tracing every curve and ridge of his skin, your eyes tracking your finger like you were making a mental map for later.
"I like the shape of your eyes" you murmured. "And of your cheeks"
Suguru almost pulled you into a kiss right then, but he was left completely frozen under your touch. It had been years, no â centuries, since someone touched him with such kindness. Looked at him like something to admire instead of fear.
"How is mine?" you asked suddenly, dropping your hand despite how much he wanted you to keep going.
"What?" he murmured, like snapping back from a trance.
"How is my face?" you repeated.
Oh, he smiled, unsure of where even to start. Suguru had many words for it. Beautiful, mesmerising, gorgeous.
But instead, he saidâ
"I could show you"
Your eyebrows immediately drew closer, head tilting to the side in confusion.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"I can draw" he nodded to the small notebook lying on the table, some white pages scattered around it. "Would you like me to draw you?"
It was your turn to be completely frozen in place now. He could have sworn your lower lip wobbled a little, tears starting to form in your beautiful eyes, though you swallowed them as best as you could.
"Could you?" you asked. "I don't even remember what I look like"
"I know what that's like" he echoed the words you had said earlier in the evening.
Something happened between the two of you then.
One of those things only poets could really do justice. It felt like that invisible thread had tugged the two of you just a little closer.
And in your face, a myriad of emotions â gratitude. Acknowledgment. Kinship between monsters, who didn't feel very monstrous at all in this moment in time.
Suguru pulled out his materials â parchment paper and ink, while his model watched patiently.
"How do you want me?" you asked, sounding a little nervous, if he had heard it right.
There were a million ways Suguru could answer that question.
"You're perfect just like that" he replied.
Your eyes blinked, whole face tensing before it relaxed finally, and you sat back a little more on the sofa you shared.
"It's mean to tease" you complained with an adorable frown.
"It's just the truth" he hummed, starting to prepare.
The first step was looking at his subject. Suguru took his time to take in every little detail of your expression, unable to ignore how you struggled to hold his gaze or how you tried to force your lips to not smile.
How did he get this lucky?
Eventually the pen did touch the paper, tracing dark lines carefully, hoping his hands would be skilled enough to capture even a fraction of your charm.
You waited calmly, the most patient subject he had ever had. It had been a long while since anyone allowed him to paint them like this â not since this cursed had removed him from society and life.
He had long felt unable to walk among the living.
But now with you, he'd happily walk among the dead.
"Let me see" you said as soon as his hands put the pen down. Not that patient, it seemed.
Suguru turned the paper around, and your hands wrapped around it to bring them closer. Your eyes darted from one corner of the page to the other, taking in everything, every single thing.
"It's beautiful" you whispered.
"You are" Suguru agreed.
You turned to him, and he noticed you were crying.
"Is this what I look like?" you asked, holding the drawing close.
It was Suguru's turn to cup your cheek, thumb brushing under your eyes. "I was only able to capture a fraction of your beauty"
You swallowed thickly, lip trembling, and then you turned to the picture again. "They used to say I had my mother's eyes" you whispered, brushing a finger over the drawing. "I haven't seen her eyes in years"
Suguru didn't know what to say to that. He didn't remember his family's faces either.
You looked back at him, clutching the drawing to your chest.
"Thank you" you whispered among the tears.
Suguru couldn't take it any longer.
He leaned forwards, slamming his lips across yours as your hands gladly found his long strands, pulling him desperately closer to you.
How long had it been since he had been kissed?
He couldn't even remember.
Your mouth eagerly parted for him, accepting him, inviting him, your own tongue searching for his as neither of you cared about how messy you were. Lips, tongues, teeth â all slamming together in a dance of pure need.
He only noticed you were bleeding when he felt the metallic taste on his tongue, reawakening his empty stomach. "I'm sorryâ" he said, kissing your lips over and over where he had impulsively bitten them.
But you laughed. "Are you that hungry?" you teased.
"I couldn't help it, Iâ" he tried to explain.
I just wanted you whole, is what he would have said, maybe. I just need you too much.
But your laugh once again interrupted all thoughts going through his head.
He watched you bring your forearm to your mouth, biting right in the middle of it, and extending the dripping red to him.
"You can feast on me" you said. "I'm already dead"
Suguru didn't know if you were taunting him for his comment earlier, but he gratefully accepted. Vampire blood wouldn't fill him up like human, but it would definitely help quench his hunger.
His lips closed where you had bitten your skin, swallowing your essence as his eyes closed and his throat hummed.
No one had ever tasted this sweet.
He was lost in it. Addicted from a single taste.
His hands held each side of your arm, pulling you closer to him as he gorged on you.
And then you made a sound â small, unintentional, and beautiful. Suguru snapped his fox eyes open to look at you, your mouth open in pleasure as the sweetest whimpers escaped your lips.
Suguru's lips immediately left your forearm to find yours again, needing to swallow your symphony. "Did you like that?" he asked, hands traveling to your waist and lower, settling on your hips where you rolled them with abandon, grinding against his.
"Yeah" you moaned, nodding your head and desperately holding his face.
Suguru didn't need any more encouragement.
His mouth traveled to your neck this time, fangs sinking into your flesh in a blink, your whole body convulsing at the contact.
"Fuckâ" you whimpered, as Suguru kept drinking from you, stealing your blood like you had stolen his unbeating heart.
His whole body was caging you in, his hands encouraging your hips to keep moving as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you.
"Suguru" you moaned his name, and he was gone.
His hands moved from your hips to your middle, easily tearing the fabric of the clothes you wore, and you looked at him wide eyed with an amused smile, the red still dripping from your neck along the curve of your collarbone.
Suguru repositioned himself, bringing his body lower and forcing your legs to your chest, desperate to taste all of you.
In a quick movement, he was bunching his long hair into a bun, eyes hypnotized by the sight of you, naked, legs open in invitation.
"You're beautiful" he whispered, finally sinking his head between your thighs. He inhaled your scent, so sweet it was intoxicating, and licked a long stripe along your underwear that made your whole body jolt up.
He was sure your strength could match his, but you didn't complain when he pinned you down fully and gave your underwear the same treatment the rest of your clothes had gotten, the tearing sound of the fabric echoing in the room until you were fully exposed.
How long had it been?
Suguru felt something close to anxiety in his stomach, worried he wouldn't know how to satisfy you properly. It had been decades of no practice, after all.
But your hand closed around his, urging him with a single blink of your long eyelashes, bottom lip caught between your fangs like you needed him to.
Suddenly all worry was gone, and the only thing left in the world was you.
Suguru lowered himself, tongue licking a flat strip along your slit, and your other hand searched for his hair, pulling strands off the loose bun he had hastily put together.
He took his time exploring, learning what you liked, paying attention to each little reaction. He was so grateful you let him be here. So grateful you had stumbled into his life.
"Right here?" he asked, smiling against your folds when you let out a particularly loud moan.
"Mmh" you shook your head yes desperately, rocking your hips on his face, and Suguru thought himself the happiest man unalive. "Right there, please, Suguâ"
"You're so pretty when you beg" he smiled, dragging his tongue along the same spot that had you seeing stars.
Your moans kept building and building, echoing through the walls of his small apartment.
"Close already?" he asked, feeling just a little bit smug at how quickly he was making you unravel. Perhaps this wasn't a talent easily lost.
"It's beenânghâa long time" you explained, hands gripping his shoulders, body folding inwards.
Suguru watched you fall apart on his tongue and it was the most beautiful thing he'd witnessed in all his years.
But not only that â it felt almost a little special, that it also had been a long time for you.He wasn't sure why he had assumed the contrary, but he hated to think life had been as lonely for you as it had for him.
Your nails dug so deep into his shoulders they drew blood now, but you didn't seem to notice in your daze. Gods, Suguru wished he could see you like this every day to the rest of eternity.
He finally stood up, removing each article of clothing slowly, as his smug grin followed each tremble of the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Beautiful.
Your eyes followed each new uncovered inch of him. His defined shoulders, his veiny forearms. How his bun came loose and fell along his broad back, dark strands brushing over the skin of his defined chest.
He was handsome. Perfectly chiselled and perfectly defined like he had been created to bring you to your knees.
And to your knees it brought you. You swiftly pushed yourself off the sofa to kneel in front of this magnificent, beautifully unnatural man, as your fingers hooked to the edge of his trousers, the last bit of clothing that hid him from you.
"You want to take me in your mouth?" he asked, thumb brushing your cheek as you nodded an eager yes. "You're so good to me" he hummed in amusement. Each word from him was a mixture of tender and lewd, his soft tone dripping with desire himself.
You finally freed him of his clothes, a little startled at the sheer size of him. You wanted him so bad, wanted to feel every inch of himâ
"Open"
All thoughts disappeared in a puff of smoke, hearing him sound like that.
So you did.
"Good" he groaned, sinking into your mouth. He took his time, slowing down when you gagged around him, holding your head in complete control. A control you relented, considering you could easily bite his member off if you so wished.
But it felt⊠nice, to not be in control anymore.
A vampire life was calculated, precise, constantly on the look out.
It felt nice to give him all of you.
And the boy who was crying in your arms hours ago, was now rocking his hips against your face with abandon, whispering little praises that motivated you to take him deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
Suguru was close to losing his mind, each thread of reality snapping away at the way your throat constricted around him. He was so close to releasing himself in your mouth, but he didn't want that.
Not before he had felt your orgasm on his cock.
He pulled you away, panting, but didn't give you much time to question it. Suguru was on top of you in an instant, hands on either side of your head, his mouth back on yours.
His body pinned you down on the floor, your legs closed around his waist again â as if neither of you wanted to waste any more time, your hips slammed together in a unnatural pace, all of him sinking into you while your face scrunched at the stretch.
"Too much?" he asked, but you were smiling at him again.
"Not enough" you replied, pushing yourself up to bite his bottom lip, urging him back down towards you.
He was probably the one bleeding this time, but he didn't care, the taste mixed perfectly with your tongue. The urgency with which you kissed him urged his hips to start moving, slamming into yours harder and harder.
His hands came to lift your hips to give him better leverage, while yours held on to his shoulders so you could let him. You had met only hours earlier and now Suguru had you practically folded in half, with scratches all around his back to prove how much you loved it.
"You ngh feel so good" you panted, drawing blood from him again, some of the red dripping against your cheek to contrast your beautiful skin.
Maybe it was because his senses were so much sharper, but he didn't remember sex ever feeling like that. So intimate, so⊠surrendered. Two deadly monsters rejoicing in pleasure together.
It was the beginning of something he hoped would never fade.
An eternity he finally felt happy about.
 "Why do you close your eyes?"
"What?" Suguru's head snapped back to you. There was still a faint trace of red where you had wiped it on your cheek; and he suspected on the tips of your fingers too, where they were interlaced with his. Suguru thought it better to not check, deciding to focus on your red eyes instead, and how they sparkled under the moonlight.
It was a night like any other. Hunting unaware passerby's, walking hand in hand back to your lair as if it was romantic.
You hated when he called it murder. So he didn't.
"When you feed" you answered, the breath coming out of your mouth and forming a haze all around. It was a cold winter, this one. The coldest one yet.
"Do I?" he mused, noticing he had never quite thought about it.
"You do" you replied. "And you avert your gaze when I feed too"
"Hm" his grip tightened around your hand, pulling you in closer ever so slightly. "I suppose it's because I don't enjoy it"
He didn't need to look to see the way your jaw had tightened. "You'd rather go hungry?" you scoffed.
"No, of course not" he replied. His thumb traced lazily over the top of your hand, soothing you â or himself. "Doesn't mean I have to enjoy it"
You stopped moving then, bringing him to a stop before you. You squinted your eyes, assessing him with a slight pout. Suguru's long fingers traveled to your jaw, gently wiping the red still there, letting the touch linger over your cold skin.
Suguru had seen you in every possible state in the months since you had been together â when you were naked and beautiful as an angel on top of him, crying from how good he made you feel; to dripping in blood and looking no more than a beast.
But he always found you beautiful.
Maybe that was a problem.
He didn't care.
"Do you enjoy it?" he asked, fighting against the lump in his throat that didn't want him to ask the question. He was sure nothing you said could make him see you different, but this was walking dangerously close.
To his surprise, you paused, tilting your head so your cheek would rest on his palm. Your eyes met his, but they weren't fully with him, something else clearly on your mind.
"I don't know" you answered, truthfully. "I never really thought about it"
That answer seemed to confuse him even more.
"You never thought about it?" he echoed, brushing his thumb over your skin.
You shook your head sideways in confirmation. "I suppose⊠it's just what I do" you murmured, and for a moment, you weren't there again.
Too lost in whatever memory your mind had locked you in.
Suguru didn't want to pry, but he also couldn't help wanting to know everything about you. "You never told me about your past" he said, more a suggestion than anything.
It was clearly the wrong move.
Your eyes suddenly snapped back to reality, not tender like they had just been â they locked on his with a hiss, and you stepped back from him like his touch burned.
"I'm sorry, Iâ"
"I don't want to talk about it" you interrupted, tone final and cold like a dagger right in his unbeating heart. Suguru put his hands up, not wanting to startle you further. If there was anyone who understood regrets, it would be him.
"I'm sorry" he said again, and you finally softened, letting your guard down little by little.
Your lips pursed sideways, annoyed with yourself at how easily Suguru got through your defenses. He half expected you to turn around and brave the night alone, maybe find another victim to take out the frustrations he brought out of you on.
But to his surprise, you moved closer.
A tiny step in his direction, too shy for your eyes to meet. But your forehead leaned in, resting on his shoulder, letting the weight of whatever was on your mind sink into him too.
Suguru tentatively brought his arms around your back, slowly, careful not to startle you. But you let him. Leaned further into him, accepted the embrace and even brought your own arms around him.
Your face was squished against his chest the tighter he held you, but you didn't dare move. Your breath had changed, he noticed as well, but he didn't dare move.
"I'm sorry" you said this time, voice small. Too small.
If Suguru didn't know you better, he'd think you were crying.
His hands slowly brushed your hair back, shushing you softly. Your hands gripped his shirt so tight they threatened to tear at the fabric, and with your strength, he knew you could easily do it.
Here, on this cold moonlit street, you finally let him in a little. Allowed him to see some of the pain you carried, despite not being able to voice it.
To Suguru, it was enough.
He would have held you like this forever, were it not for the police sirens bringing in the reminder of your brutal reality.
"We should go" you murmured, and your voice was cold as ice again.
 "Maybe we should go somewhere else" you suggested one night.
You were sprawled over the long sofa, completely naked, your arms stretched over your head where they began to hurt. Holding still wasn't exactly your forte.
Suguru lowered his pencil with a long exhale, looking at you with tired eyes. "You're distracting me, sweetheart" he chided.
You pouted, snapping back into position as he started drawing again with a grateful sigh. Over the years, Suguru had drawn you a million times, in every position imaginable â clothed, naked, happy, sad. All of those now hung proudly on the walls, every inch covered with images of you and times you had spent together.
You thought it was a lovely thing when it first started.
Now you were starting to get bored of it.
The years had passed but you didn't exactly change, did you?
Still, seeing how he focused to get every detail of your complexion right, every little line and crevice and perceived imperfection â it made it worth it again.
Sometimes you wished you could see yourself through Suguru's eyes.
What would it be like to love yourself in that way?
"Suguru" you called. His eyes left the page again, squinting at you, but he seemed to notice something was wrong from the way you called his name alone.
He placed his pencil down fully this time. "What is it?" he asked.
"Do you ever wish things were different?"
The words left your lips before you could really think about them. You saw his desire to come to you straight away, but Suguru wasn't one for unnecessary bursts of passion. No, he always though about what he said. Especially because any wrong move might risk losing you.
"I used to" he admitted, answering your question as truthfully as he could. He also didn't care for going into the long years he had spent alone and miserable, something you surely could understand.
"What changed?" you asked, pushing yourself to a more comfortable position.
"Well" he huffed out, a little shy. "I met you"
You blinked at him, feeling your cheeks warm. "Was that a good thing?" you huffed out self-deprecatingly, but his resolve continued.
"It was the best thing" he confessed.
There hadn't been many love confessions between you two through out the years.
Suguru would have told you a million times over, but he realised soon enough he shouldn't. It's not that it wasn't there, on the contrary â it's that acknowledging it was there would make it too real. Too breakable. Too easy to lose.
Love wasn't meant for creatures like the two of you.
"You mean that?" you asked, and Suguru calmly put his paper down, motioning you for come towards him.
You did, waltzing in his direction with no shame at the lack of clothes â he had seen you like that enough times already. When you finally approached, he opened his thick thighs for you to sit on, a hand already to your waist.
You fit so perfectly on his lap, felt so safe next to him like this. Your leaned your weight on him, resting your head on his as his thumb traced absentminded circles on your lower back.
"Look" he said, picking up the paper again. "Look at how beautiful you are"
Your eyes traveled to the picture, eyeing the person you had seen on paper multiple times but could not relate to in any form anymore.
"It's still the same" you murmured, the words cutting your insides like daggers. This curse had robbed you of ever seeing your face again, robbed you of the natural wonders of old age, of maturity, a body that reflected your soul.
You should have been old now. Hell, you should have been dead.
"It is" Suguru agreed, but he was smiling. His eyes darted all over the page, taking in the perceived beauty of the woman you didn't recognise. Your hands. Your curves. Your mother's eyes. All made beautiful under his pencil, but foreign. Distant. "Isn't that a good thing?"
You tensed immediately on top of him. "How is it a good thing?" you spat. "It's unnatural"
He turned to you immediately, his hand dropping the page and cupping your cheek instead. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, gentle, sweet like honey.
"I don't relate to it at all" you protested. "She's beautiful, yes, but I'm⊠it's not me"
"What do you mean?" he asked, brows furrowing close. One of his hands tightened around your waist, hoping to keep you close, while the other brushed gently just under your temple.
"I'm not beautiful. I'm a predator, I'm cursed" you kept repeating, your words getting more and more sharp despite how kindly he held you.
"You're not cursed" he argued, bringing your head to the crook of his neck. Despite all the fight in you, you let him.
"I am" you cried.
Suguru felt the cold little drops that escaped your eyes fall on his skin, just under where the bite marks that originally made him this way were. He held you tight, hoping it would be enough.
"You're not cursed" he repeated, kindly. "You're everything"
Suguru couldn't bear seeing the person who had made his existence bearable speak so low of herself. You were the one who made him see this as more â as a gift, even.
But you didn't see it that way.
And the way your breathing suddenly stopped and you pulled away made that very clear.
"Don't pretend you don't think I'm a monster" you growled, before pushing yourself off him completely. "I see the way you look at me"
"The way I looked at you?" he echoed, confused. Surely he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, because you were.
You were fully standing now, towering over him in your nakedness. Suguru could never not find you beautiful, but right now you reminded him of the power you truly held.
"Righteous Suguru, always feeling bad for his prey" you mocked, starting to wander around the room just to do something. "And horrible me, enjoying having my stomach filled"
"I never said thatâ"
"You don't have to" you scoffed. "You can't even bear to look at me"
How could you think that of him?
Hearing those words come out of your lips was unbearable. It was wrong.
"I don't like killing, it's true" he tried to reason. "Butâ"
"You call it killing" you interrupted. "We're feeding"
"It doesn't change the fact these people wereâ"
"We would be dead too if we didn't" your voice was rising louder and louder, a debate of morals Suguru never wanted to have with you. "Would you prefer that?"
"No, of course not" Suguru said too quick, coming closer to you. But you just kept going, voice rising higher and higher.
"Should we just walk into the sun to protect your conscience?" you mocked again, but the words got stuck in your throat, scratchy. They were meant to hurt, meant to challenge â but there was something far too real about the words you were saying. Like this was the only way you managed to actually utter them out loud.
Suguru understood that too.
"Don't say that" he pleaded with you. Not angry, not confrontational. Just⊠scared.
His sudden change made you stop pacing.
"You don't even look at me" you rasped out to the floor, like he wasn't even meant to hear it.
"I'm looking at you now" he tried.
But you just shook your head.
"If you can't accept all of me, what good does it do?" you murmured.
"But it's not you" he tried to reason. "If we weren't like this, you wouldn't choose to kill anyone, I'm sure, andâ"
"You don't know what my life was like" you spat.
And it's true. He didn't.
"Because you never told me" he exhaled, unable to hide how much that fact hurt him.
How much longer would he have to wait for you to let him in? Were decades not enough?
"You have no right to know" you repeated what you had said many times already.
"I don't understand" it was his turn to lose his composure a little, that wound growing larger and larger now that the two of you were acknowledging it. "I would never think less of you"
"You already think less of me" you hissed, squaring up to him again.
Beautiful, and naked, but not vulnerable. You were strong like this, the way you made the energy shift in a room showing him how much power you had, no doubt accumulated by the amount of years you had spent as a vampire already.
But that was also speculation. Suguru didn't even know that.
"I don't" he said too quick, putting his hands up. "And I'm sorry, just don'tâŠ"
He was the one who trailed off this time, struggling with the words.
"Don't what?" you asked, the words biting into the space.
"Don't leave" he finally said.
You seemed⊠surprised.
Surely after all this time, it wouldn't be surprising.
But what were years for a vampire, after all? For all he knew, you saw him as no more than a chapter in the long novel of your life. Worst than that, he almost expected that to be the case. And Suguru was terrified of it.
"Why?" you asked.
Suguru noticed it was him who was crying this time, but his lips still formed a shy smile. "Because I love you"
Saying it felt easy than he had anticipated, the words he was so scared to utter just rolling off his tongue, sounding just right. But your red eyes grew wider than they ever had, your feet stumbling back like the words cut instead of soothe.
"Youâ" you almost tried to repeat them, but you couldn't.
Suguru stood there, unmoving, now that he had finally said it. He wouldn't walk back on them, not when it was the truth.
"I love you" he repeated.
Again, you flinched like you had been hurt. But you stopped moving back, just standing across from him in the middle of the room, chest heaving up and down, up and down.
"No one has ever said that to me"
Your voice was too small for how angry you were just a moment ago.
Suguru's hands balled into fists as he tried to control the urge to run to you. Pull you into his arms, hold you close with a gentleness you should have known centuries ago.
You looked like a cornered animal in the middle of the room, completely frozen. Your eyes were crying again, though you made no mention to dry them. The corner of your lips threatened to move, but to a frown or a smile, he didn't know. You didn't seem to know either.
But your eyes stayed lock on his unwavering, decided ones.
Suguru would stand here, unmoving, for another decade if it meant you trusted him because of it.
"How do you know?" you finally said, bringing a hand to wipe under your eyes.
He tried a step towards you then. "Because just looking at you makes me forget all the bad things that ever happened to me" he said. When you didn't flinch, he stepped forwards again. "Because your laugh is my favourite sound in the world"
You almost moved closer, a barely there shift of your weight forwards. He continued.
"Because laying in our small coffin together doesn't feel claustrophobic, it feelsâŠsafe" he almost laughed at himself, the ridiculousness of this vampiric love confession.
Maybe love wasn't meant for creatures like you, but he had found it anyway. And that was a miracle in and of itself.
"You make me feel like this life isn't just worth living, but worth sharing" he completed, standing right in front of you now. Your bottom lip bobbed a little where you struggled to contain your tears, but when his hand reached forwards to cup your cheek, you didn't stop him.
"And I don't see you as a monster" he whispered, thumb dragging along your skin to catch the tears. "Seeing you enjoy killing, it just⊠makes me wonder why"
Your breathing hitched at that, but you still did not move.
The two of you stood so close, your bodies bathing in the moonlight. It was getting late, and it would be dawn soon â but neither of you seemed to be thinking about that right now.
"I thinkâŠ" you started, struggling with the words. "I think I might love you too"
Suguru didn't think he even remembered what it was like to feel this happy.
His fox like eyes went wide, his mouth hung open â his turn at surprise. For so long he was so worried you'd get bored of him, that maybe you were too wild a creature to choose this domestic eternity.
Even in his wildest dreams, he never dared to imagine you felt it too.
"Can you say that again?"
You smiled, bringing your hands to cup his face too. "I love you"
Suguru slammed his lips on yours, pulling you in for a desperate kiss that you both completely melted into.
This was what pure bliss felt like.
You loved him.
You loved each other.
Even following all your sins and your ungodly existence, he had found it. He had actually fucking found it. The two of you had just gone against all odds and conquered fate.
"I love you" he kept saying, while his pointed teeth grazed your bottom lip, while your hands held tight to his face, and your mouth's refused to part.
"I love you too" you echoed back, crying, and crying, and crying.
Suguru couldn't stop smiling â and you couldn't stop your tears.
Hadn't he been so absorbed in this miracle then, he might have guessed what happened next.
 You weren't there when he woke the next nightfall.
Suguru had grown used to your weight on top of his in the tight space, but he felt none of that when he started to blink his eyes awake. He called your name immediately, lifting the lid of the coffin with a loud creak, asking the void if you were there.
There was no response.
How could he have slept if you were not there? He would have surely woken up if you decided to leave before he did. Was he this lost in his own fantasy coming true? Had he slept too well?
The night was still young, you surely couldn't had gone far if you had just left when the sun went down.
Or⊠did you leave before that entirely?
Suguru's blood immediately ran cold. You wouldn't leave in the sunlight.
You wouldn't.
You knew what that could mean.
He paced the apartment with so much force his feet made the floor boards sink, but he was desperate. He had to find at least some hint, some clue of where you had gone, why you had gone.
Finally, he noticed something that wasn't meant to be there.
A different portrait sitting on the table, matching the walls full of you that decorated the space. But this one was of him â his long dark hair tied into a knot at the back of his head, his eyes looking far ahead, staring at something off the page.
He didn't remember posing for this, so it must have been made from memory.
Despite the years Suguru had spent teaching you to draw, you never seemed quite able to take it. You lacked the patience, you said. But this was a skillful drawing, no doubt something that would take long to master. Had you been working on it in secret for all this time?
What else did he not notice about you?
Suguru flipped the page around, finding the three words he had been so happy to hear the night before hastily scribbled on the back.
I love you
His response was immediate; Suguru's fist bunched up the drawing, and slammed it back on the table before he could damage it completely. It was a gift from you, he should love it. But where the hell were you?
If you loved him â why would you leave?
Because⊠you had, hadn't you? And all he had left of you was a portrait of himself and hundreds of images on the walls that now seemed to mock him.
He called your name once more, more pained this time. Maybe this was all a mistake, maybe he was just scared⊠but how did he feel it so deep in his soul, this truth he had spent years trying to deny?
Suguru's red eyes scanned the empty space, hoping for a sign of you, desperately praying to whoever was out there to listen.
But there was only the void again.
All those fears and assumptions he always had proving themselves true.
The worst thing for a vampire was to be alone. But there was also safety in that, wasn't there?
To love and loose was so much worse.
So, so much worse.
His knees gave out before his brain could keep him standing, loudly crashing onto the floor as every memory of you started storming his brain. He had kissed you on this floor many times, had made love to you right there on the first night you met.
Now it wasn't the sweat of your bodies and the blood you shared staining the wood, but his own desperate tears, falling in a cascade of grief he didn't think himself capable of feeling.
In feeling so much pain, Suguru wished desperately for that void again. To just feel nothing. Nothing was so much better than this.
But nothing wasn't an option anymore â you had made his life full only to tip it over the edge, letting it all spill into a wet mess similar to the one he was making on the floor.
Your name escaped his lips when he lowered his forehead down to the ground, his hands balling into fists next to his dark hair, coming loose all around his handsome features. How dare you give him life back, only to take it away again.
He slammed his fist against the floorboards, so loud the pictures of you rattled on the wall. There were so many â portraits that span years but the subject remained the same, remained beautiful, perfect.
How could you hate that? Suguru loved having you immortalised not just on paper, but in life itself.
It was a gift.
You were the one that made him see it that way.
Why had you changed your mind?
Why couldn't things just stay the same?
Forever.
You had made forever sound so nice.
Another fist hit the wood, his knuckles beginning to split. His skin would heal, but the depth of his mistake never would.
What a fool he was for confessing his love to you. Suguru knew what that would mean, how much it would frighten you â he knew, and still did it anyway.
Idiot.
Suguru couldn't bring himself to throw the next punch, choosing to curl inwards instead, into himself, away from everything else.
He shouldn't have said anything.
What a stupid fucking mistake.
Maybe all of this.
All of it was a mistake.
He couldn't outrun fate, after all.
But pretending sure felt nice.
Suguru finally pushed himself up, making a point to look at every image that decorated the walls. He remembered each one, what the conversation had been about, what you had been doing earlier in the night before he decided the moment was too precious not to capture.
Suguru found himself looking for a specific one, though â that first one. The one that had gained him your trust, your love.
He could have sworn it was still inside his sketchbook.
He turned page after page after page, growing increasingly annoyed that he couldn't find it. Despair turning into anger, looking for any form of release it could find. Until he finally noticed a tear at the corner of the page, right where it should have been.
Had you taken it with you?
His breathing stopped, swollen eyes focusing on the careful way the page had been torn from his book, his finger grazing along it with the devotion he would caress your skin.
In the many years you spent together, you had never once mentioned the image â not after that first night.
Did it mean as much to you as it meant for him?
Suguru's hands closed around the notebook, shutting it tight and bringing it to his chest. It was at least one more proof that you didn't lie when expressing your love for him. That maybe leaving was as hard for you as it was for him.
And among the pain in his chest where his heart should have been beating, Suguru understood.
Being alone was far less scary than love.
What he saw as an act of cowardice, maybe you saw as an act of kindness. Choosing you'd rather be alone than to face the end of this love you didn't think you deserved, his hatred you saw as inevitable.
So you left. Your version of compassion, learnt from a world who had never showed you that in the first place.
You wanted him to hate you, didn't you?
He couldn't do that.
This would be his last act of rebellion against this evil world that had made you this way.
This cursed fate he didn't seem able to escape.
Suguru would love you still.
And he would find you.
 Time was a blessing as well as a curse. Suguru had an infinite amount â but each strike of the clock dragged longer than it had before, every coming dawn seemed to linger, every passing season reminding him of what he had lost.
The winter you left eventually turned into summer, longer days meaning shorter nights â less opportunities to look for you.
But Suguru didn't give up hope.
He wandered the streets for as long as he could, every single night, just hoping for your scent. He visited places you had gone to together, wishing he'd find you on the park bench near the churchyard, or the cemetery behind it, among the bones of people who had found peace in death, unlike the two of you.
Suguru even visited your known hunting spots, the seedy alleyways just out of town that tended to harbor criminals and people who wouldn't be missed by society. It was a suggestion Suguru had made, and that you had agreed to. It made what you had to do more bearable, but he still hated every second.
When he finally reached the location, you weren't there. Suguru had hoped to at least hear rumours and whispers about recent kills around this spot, some urban legend beginning to grow that he could tie back to you; but still⊠nothing.
Had you gone back to preying on whoever you could put your hands on? Was his odd moral compass another thing you resented him for?
"You seem lost, boy" a voice came from right behind him, distinctively not yours. The sharp metal sound of a blade came along with it, as Suguru heard the footsteps approaching â slowly, deliberately.
This man clearly had the wrong idea of who prey and predator were.
Suguru took a sharp inhale in, hating this man for interrupting his search. He turned around, slowly, the reds of his eyes making the man come to a halt a mere feet away.
"You sick or something?" the man scoffed, clearly intrigued by his appearance.
Suguru just stood there. His hands had balled into fists as he inhaled he man's scent. He was hungry, so hungry, and hated the way he looked down at him. Had you been here, you would undoubtedly already have a twisted smile on your face, excited to gorge on the stranger's blood.
"That's a nice coat you've got there" the man mocked, making the knife visible now. It glistened where it caught the light, making sure Suguru could see it too.
A pathetic threat, Suguru rolled his eyes internally.
This man sure had chosen the wrong time for this, because Suguru's blood was already running cold with anger. And he caught himself thinking, just for a moment⊠that he would enjoy this kill.
No.
This was a line he didn't want to cross.
"You deaf or just stupid?" the man laughed this time, closing the distance.
Another breath in, slowly while the man approached. It didn't matter how hungry, angry, lost Suguru was â he couldn't bring himself to enjoy feeding, would never forgive himself if he lost this last shred of humanity he still was proud of. He couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn'tâ
But when the man brought the knife to his throat, it was too easy.
Suguru turned around in the blink of an eye, taking his fangs to the tall man's neck as his body effortlessly pinned him down, bringing the two down to the wet pavement in the process.
Blood, tears and sweat spilled everywhere, while Suguru enjoyed the way the much bigger man thrashed beneath him, helpless.
Is this what you wanted all along? For him to be just like you?
It wasn't merciful, and it wasn't clean. This was rage personified, but in the moment he swallowed the sweet taste, Suguru didn't care.
It wouldn't be the last of his kills like this.
In fact, there would be many, many more throughout the years.
He hated himself for it every single time after, sometimes crying next to the limp body he had just ravished, sometimes throwing it all up again. Suguru felt shame at his lack of control, at this blinding rage that made him the monster he tried so hard not to be.
It took him years before he finally decided he couldn't do it anymore.
You had spoken about wanting to leave this pathetic town before, and maybe it was time for him to accept you probably had.
That after a decade of this, you wouldn't be showing up at your shared home anymore.
The place had been cold since you left, but in every sense it still remained the same. The furniture hadn't been moved, the curtains were still the same though faded and full of spider webs now. And, most importantly â your face still adorned the walls.
Suguru knew you probably had left town entirely, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave this.
The home you two had made, in spite of everything.
Did you still remember? Or did you try not to?
Did you hold on to that first drawing and cry, like he did? Reminisce about the good times and the worst times, miss his touch and the way you held each other in that tight coffin?
In the years that passed, Suguru even tried to hate you. Tried to give you what you wanted.
But he just couldn't.
What he hated was how much he regretted confessing his love, the single greatest mistake of his existence. Was hearing those three words leave your lips worth the years of solitude that would come after?
Maybe.
His long fingers ghosted over your face in one of the drawings â one in which you had a rare, easy smile. Had you found someone else who would paint you like he did?
Suguru knew he was only tormenting himself at this point; it was no use lingering on the thought. If he knew you as well as he thought he did, then he was sure you hadn't just found another person to give your heart to.
He believed what you said that night.
You didn't leave because you didn't love him, you left because you loved him too much. Suguru would have to find some comfort in that.
 Seeing the world change was a miracle, one thing that did console him. The streets changed just as often as the seasons did now, every day bringing new inventions and curious new ideas Suguru enjoyed learning about.
He found himself sitting by the park more and more often now, drawing the outline of new buildings that began construction far ahead. The future seemed to look brighter than anyone could have hoped for.
But despite the obvious changes to the outside, his inside world remained the same. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to leave.
He had found some peace in the fact that you could find him there, if you wanted. And it didn't matter if it took another decade, or half a century or more â Suguru would stay right here, waiting.
His fingers dragged the chalk over the page, marking the coming of a new age.
When you returned, he'd show it to you. He documented every little thing about this town just so he could share it, and he was hopeful the time would come.
Can you believe they were building shops in the alleys you used to hunt? And how the church had been rebuilt, much larger, after the fire five years prior?
Life changed all around â beautifully so, tragically so too.
But the seasons always came. Winter, then summer again, and just like he could trust in that, he trusted what would come after too. It was a better position to be in than the desperate animal he had become for a few years.
But he would have never wanted you to see him like that, and so, he changed. Heâ
Suguru's hands dropped the drawing suddenly, his spine going rigid in the blink of an eye.
That smell. He knew that smell.
He inhaled deeply again, shutting his eyes tight, focusing on it.
It couldn't be.
The scent he had almost feared he had forgotten.
Your name escaped his lips in a sound much smaller than he expected, which turned into a desperate cry as Suguru began to turn around, searching for any glimpse of you.
The scent was present, but it was still far away â he had to follow it. Fast.
The picture he was working so precisely on got scrunched up when he rushed to pick up his belongings, shoving it all in his pockets as he began to ran.
Probably wasn't the best to bring attention to himself like this, but Suguru couldn't stop.
He kept moving, letting his senses guide him as he rushed past the night owls and confused strangers. Turning a corner here, going through someone's garden there â he feared he lost it completely when the smell almost faded at the edge of the city, but he turned around again.
Where could you possibly be going? Were you looking for your regular hunting grounds of almost a century past?
Things were different now, didn't you know?
But no, it wasn't that â the smell faded again, and so he followed it back to the main road, finding it again.
It grew stronger and stronger with each step, until it led to the last place he expected.
Home.
It was undeniably strong, so much so his nerve endings were staring to prickle, like they only did when another one of him was around. Suguru rushed up the steps, jumping two at a time, throwing the door open, andâ
There you were.
Was it a dream? Or had death finally come for him?
You looked exactly the same. Standing there, staring at the wall of your face with a much smaller paper held tight to your chest.
Suguru remained completely frozen, struggling to catch his breath. When you turned to him, he noticed you had tears in your eyes.
"You kept them?" you whispered, your beautiful bottom lip trembling slightly. The first words he had heard from you in years, and they were a question you obviously should have expected the answer to.
Suguru finally took a step inside, closing the door behind him. He couldn't bring himself to meet you there, even though everything in him wanted to pick you up and wipe your tears and kiss you everywhere.
"Of course I did" was all he managed to reply, but it only made you cry harder.
You brought a hand to dry your face, and Suguru desperately wished you'd just let him. But he was so terrified of making the wrong move again.
"I'm sorryâ"
That he couldn't bear to hear.
Against better judgment, Suguru rushed forwards, towards you, needing to touch you to confirm you were real. His body found yours with too much strength, but you completely gave in to it, closing your arms around his shoulders when he closed his over your waist.
You were here again.
Your feet left the floor when he raised you to his level, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you did the same, both letting the tears flow unabashedly. Your legs came to lock around his waist, pulling him into you completely, the one thing Suguru wanted most in the whole world.
"You came back" he cried into your hair.
"I needed to see it again" you replied, his clothes bunching up in your fists.
"See what?" Suguru asked, pulling back just a little. His nose brushed against yours, so close he could just kiss you, but he wanted to hear your voice even more than that.
"Home" you replied, looking him right in his red eyes. "I didn't think you'd be here"
His eyes held you tighter, his forehead pressing against your. "Where else would I go?"
"Anywhere that didn't remind you of me" you tried a small self deprecating laugh, but Suguru shook his head, forehead rolling against yours.
"I've been waiting for you this whole time"
You cried, cupping his face with both hands. "Don't lie to me, Suguru Geto" you pouted.
"I have never lied to you" he replied.
It was the truth.
It was you that closed the distance this time, urging his face forwards as you leaned in for a kiss. It wasn't desperate like he had imagined, no, it was gentle. Feather light, almost. Far too small for something that was so huge, but also exactly what you needed.
It lasted for the blink of an eye and for an eternity â just a moment in time where everything was just right again.
"I'm sorry I left" you whispered, breaking the kiss and placing your forehead back on his. "I'm sorry I got scared"
"I know" he kissed your cheek, smoothing your hair back. "It's ok"
"It's not" you lowered yourself down, sinking into his chest this time.
"Shh" he kept smoothing down your hair, holding you tight against him, right where his heart should be beating. Getting used to your scent again was salvation for him, but there was also something different about you, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, tilting your chin towards him. You nodded your head up and down, some sort of shame deep within your eyes. "We still have some time before dawn, if you want toâ"
"I don't hunt anymore" you replied, looking down. "Not people"
Suguru's eyebrows knit together, pulling you up to look at him again. "What do you mean?"
To his surprise, you cried. And just kept crying. Harder than he had ever seen.
"I guess I realisedâ" you tried to say between hiccups. "Maybe someone loves them too"
Suguru's mouth hung open, in complete surprise. You coming back was something he had hoped for and convinced himself to believe in, but this? This he could have never fathomed.
"Youâ" he didn't even know what to say, choosing to crouch down in front of you instead and pull you down with him, giving your legs some rest so maybe they'd stop shaking.
"I'm sorry, Suguru" you cried, throwing yourself at him. "I'll tell you why, I'll tell you what happened, I'll tell you everything, just pleaseâ please, forgive me"
Suguru stood sentinel while you sobbed, holding you tight. Didn't you know? He had never blamed you for it.
He understood your pain far too well for it.
"I would be glad to listen" he said into your hair, arms closed around your back. "If you want to tell me"
You nodded your head, clawing at his back like he was your salvation.
For a very long time, Suguru could only speculate on what had happened to make you the way you were. But right now, he found his curiosity was the last thing on his mind.
"Here" he said, pulling an arm from you to bring it to his fangs. The blood started dripping from it, as you watched from below while he did for you what you had done for him that first night you met. "You should eat first"
You smiled at his generosity, but brought yourself up again to better match his height. You cupped his cheeks again, leaning in for another kiss, realising there was still something much more important you wanted to say and hear.
"I love you, Suguru"
"I love you too" he kissed you back.
In time, Suguru would show you his sketches depicting how this town had changed, his little documentations of every day life he had hoped to share with you. He would listen to every single thing you wanted to tell him, he'd hold you close when it was too hard to say, and he'd shush you kindly whenever you tried to force words you weren't ready for just yet.
There was so much still to be said, and time was, of course, a luxury you both had.
But right now⊠in this moonlit night in the apartment you had made a home of so many years ago, the silence was just enough.
A/N oof this one really took a long time to write. I started writing this when I was in a very bad place, and found it very therapeutic to just blurt it out on the page â it unfortunately also meant it was extremely hard to go back to it when I started feeling better (which I am!). there's so much of me in both these characters so it makes me a little nervous to post but maybe you relate as well, and if that's the case I'd like you to know you're not alone! hope you all have the most wonderful day or night and thank you for reading my story <3
You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits,
Hmm, yes, very important details, absolutely crucial to the story đ
Love the start to the story and seeing how both characters have struggles under completely different circumstances. Excited and dreading the promised angst coming up!
You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.
pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Reader x Boxer! Sukuna
warnings!!! - oral ( f receiving) cum eating, fingering, rough sex, semi-public sex, lots of emotions, lots of filth - obsessed Satoru and Sukuna, both men wanna breed reader, throuple vibes, messy ass fucking dynamics, angst, feelings, creampies, spitting, fingering, crying, multi rounds, choking, rough sex and light bondage (think I got most of it???) enjoyyy - 10.2k
a/n - I was so glad to get back to this, idk how many ppl will see since I'm marked mature </3 butttt enjoy if you get to!
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part seven
You
Watching Sukuna fight was intense.
It was insane as you sit there in the audience, watching him punch, using every move youâve learned and many you havenât even scratched the surface of yet â with the cheers, the crowd going insane for him. You are towards the front where he wanted you, just a little secluded as you watch him move, surprisingly light on his feet for just how huge Sukuna was.
He floated across that ring, beating the day lights out of the poor damn fool that thought they could compete. Sukuna mostly just trained, but he decided to join one. You weren't sure if it was to just beat someone up for his own frustration, or if Sukuna genuinely missed the ring.
Maybe a bit of both.Â
His eyes catch you even across the entire crowded arena, his lips quirking up. He swipes at his chin with the glove, letting someone dab his bloody eye for just a minute, covered in sweat. His black tattoos are just glimmering with sweat, shining under the light, you can feel your heart racing.
Part, worry.
Part, being utterly turned on in the worst possible way. You get a text from Satoru then, peeking at it.
Satoru - coming home tonight?
You - yes I will be. In a couple hours. You?
Satoru - yeah same. Is he coming to dinner again?
You giggle a bit.
What life were you living? It almost seemed absurd, like some sort of a fever dream. The way both men ate dinner together with you last night. Somehow talking and not killing each other despite how tense they both were near each other.
As if you were the unspoken agreement.
You know Sukuna wants you all to himself, but you also learn that Satoru wants more. He wants more time, he spends time trying to get to know you. It's intense, it's terrifying, everything about opening up to Satoru when you don't know if he is sincere.
Yet you couldn't help but smile when you text him back, cursing him internally then.
Fucking Satoru.Â
You - No, he has a lot to do. Want me to give him kisses for you?
Satoru - yes please, give him all my love <3
Life has gotten extremely interesting since the first time Sukuna fingered you on the counter, the first time Satoru sent the girls away â girls you have now grown in just a short time not to hate quite so much. Of course what they did was hurtful, and you resent them â but for Jennifer you already made a call and got her a position.
Sukuna thought it was pretty insane, but he supported it, Satoru didnât even know just yet.
You - Iâll give him all your love.
Satoru - youâre a fucking brat, heâs right.
Maybe you are.
Sukuna slams his fist with a sickening crunch, drawing your attention right back to him, you watch as the man lays there, and the ref counts â one, two, three.
Knock out.
Sukunaâs hand is raised as you cheer with everyone, the sounds thunderous with just how famous Sukuna really was, you stand right with them, clapping and feeling his gaze locked on you, all sweaty, breathless, his chest rising and falling. You canât help but feel concerned with just how beat up he is, but alsoâŠ
Fuck heâs sexy.
Are you really some slutty little brat, after being a good girl for so very long?
Itâs not long after youâre walking in that locker room â and itâs just Sukuna.
âYou came, hmm?â Sukuna tilts his head, studying you in the locker room, bulb swinging overhead casting shadows as he leans back against the lockers on that bench, his thighs spread wide. âDid you like the show?â
You donât answer him, still trembling as you see how many cuts and bruises he has, half his jaw is swelling, making your tummy clench with worry. You cross the small space, standing between those thighs, letting his hands â huge and calloused, knuckles all bloody â come up to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones almost gently.
Thatâs the thing about Sukuna â even when heâs brutal, even when heâs fucking you so hard it hurts â heâs gentle with you in ways you canât express. With his gaze and his words, how heâll talk you through everything, how he cradles your face even now like itâs so precious.
The duality of him versus Satoru is never ending.
Satoru was hardly rough with you the one time you were alone together, but there was an underlying desperation, yet he gripped your face differently, like he thought youâd slip away. Sukuna is just a little more gentle, like he gives you that option to pull back, knowing you donât want to.
âSukunaâŠâ You murmur softly, sighing now, gripping his wrists. He smells intoxicating like this, that sweat fucking ruining your senses. Itâs only been a couple days and you already crave him.
âLook at you,â he murmurs softly, his ruby eyes dark as they drink you in âAll cute and worried for me, hmm?â
âOf course I amâŠâ Sukuna leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss thatâs messy, needy as he tugs you close, muscled thighs on either side of you. âMnhâŠ
âThose sounds you make, fuck,â you can feel him shaking himself, taste the copppery hint of blood mixing with his saliva right as he licks into your open mouth, claiming it for his own.
âI should clean you upâŠâ You whisper now, pulling back as his manager comes in, pausing at the sight of you two.
Thatâs when it hits you, how dangerous it is to be public with Sukuna â no, not everyone knew you, but enough people did. Luckily they just smile and hand you some antiseptic and a clean rag.
âTrust youâll take care of him?â
âAbsolutely,â you smile as they shut the door behind them, walking over to the counter for a moment with shaky hands, feeling him study you. âYou did so good against him, Kuna. It was insane.â
âYeah, it wasn't that hard,â you scoff, rolling your eyes and peeking back at him, smiling just a bit. âWorried about me, really? Six foot five, two hundred plus pounds of me?â
âYes I worryâŠâ You frown now, dabbing the antiseptic on the gauze and walking back over, pressing it to an open cut, making him suck in a breath. âLook, and youâre a big baby.â
âTch, me a baby,â you giggle and he glares at you. âSuch a brat.â
âYou say that, but I think you are,â he rolls his eyes as you keep dabbing at the cuts, suddenly feeling it again.
Split into pieces.
Itâs so easy here in his arms, itâs so perfect â isnât that what love should be? Easy, effortless, perfect like you just fit â but then you feel horrible, knowing those feelings for Satoru exist. That they havenât died when they should have, and no matter how much Sukuna lets you feel them, you hate them.
LIke a sickness for that man with the blue eyes who gets on his knees and begs to just taste you, the desperation in which he begged you just to say his name, it rings in your head as you think of last night. He had stood by your door for far, far too long, as if he may come lay down, but he held himself back, he stopped himself.
Did you want him to lay with you?
Maybe you did â and maybe you feel worse about it, as you clean your⊠boyfriend. Sukuna has become your boyfriend, even though youâre married, and even that seems like a word not good enough. Was there anything better than being like this with him, aside from when you had both of them on you?
âHow was last night?â He asks, husky now.
âHe just slept in his room,â your answer is quiet, cleaning up his cheek carefully, tilting your head just a bit and studying the red streak on his face. âHe wasnât happy about your video, no, but he didnât say much.â
âSurprised he didnât beg to lick my cum out,â you scoff and roll your eyes at him. âDidnât fuck him last night?â
âNot after we were⊠no, Sukuna, havenât talked much to him today,â he hums, his hands slipping up your waist, lips pressing along your collarbone. Your hand entangles in his messy pink hair â damp with sweat, sighing a bit. âWould it make you upset if I had?â
âHim getting any part of you is insane considering he doesnât deserve shit, but no. I would never be upset at you,â he grips you tighter. âWanna fuck thoughts of him away though? Wanna pump you full of me instead? Yeah.â
âKuna⊠when you talk that wayâŠâ
âYouâre wet, hmm? Pretty lil girl, so slutty for me,â you tremble when he stands, hauling you up in his arms like itâs nothing, kissing you again, over and over. âDid that fight have you wet?â
âYes,â you whisper, letting him set you down, he moans, spinning you around so that your hands brace against the cold metal of the lockers. He shoves your skirt up, spreading your thighs to find you over your panties, damp already from need. âKuna!â
âMiss me already, brat?â He whispers, yanking them aside as he lifts you up, the heels youâre in making it just enough for him to bend down and plunge two fingers in your messy cunt. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against your back, feel him taking you over.
âYes, Kuna,â he moans, teeth sinking into your neck, fingers buried knuckles deep, your plump pussy lips gripping him so good he moans out even louder. âW- want you.â
âWant me to fuck you right here?â he whispers those words, breath ghosting against your ear, tickling it, making you tremble. âGonna fuck so many kids into you, would you want that, brat? All my babies inside, not his?â
âYouâre so insane,â you mumble, he laughs then, gripping your chin as he moves his fingers up and down, knowing your every spot. âKuna!â
âWould breed you over and over, fuck⊠imagine,â youâre lost in his filthy images of that â of you round with Sukunaâs baby, of your tits full as he mumbles it and squishes them. âHah, how cute youâd look.â
You swallow nervously, âIs this y-your kink?â
Sukuna chuckles, a dark sound that makes your eyes roll back, the way he moves against you makes you feel so small compared to him. âKink? Nah, never before you. None of this shit before you, losing my goddamn mind.â
âI⊠y-youâŠâ
You canât talk, not when heâs pushing you further, when the raw scent of him is filling your nostrils, the coolness of those old, beat up lockers rushing against your skin as his rough fingers fill you. His lips dragging, leaving little marks everywhere they roam, teeth sinking into your skin, sharp and biting.
âWant you to smell like me when you go back to him, want you covered in my hand prints, dripping with my cum,â Sukuna yanks those fingers out before you can hit your peak, pulling your hair back and groaning, cock heavy against your ass as he presses it through the thin gym shorts. âNot a kink, just what you fucking do, god what you do.â
You look back with drugged eyes now, hand reaching back to feel him, he hisses at the contact, pressing you further against the lockers, turning you right around and lifting you, hands gripping your ass. âKuna IâŠâ
âYouâre still talking? I need you cumming,â his cock is heavy and leaking when he tugs it out, pressing right against your messy slit, stretched open just for him. âHave to fucking have you, now.â
âNeed to tell youâŠâ He chuckles at you, kissing you again, fat cockhead and that piercing just pressing on your slick hole.Â
âTell me what, brat?â His eyes are dark when he keeps positioned at your entrance, breaths coming quick. âSay it, use your words.â
You swallow nervously.
Youâre gonna say it.
âI love you,â he pauses then, faltering at your words, you curse and shut your eyes, wondering if youâve ruined the moment. âS-sorry itâs sudden and⊠but I feel so much and⊠itâs not fair to-â
âShut up.â
You glare and he chuckles. âWhat!?â
âShut up, brat,â he murmurs, softer then, cupping your face as he presses your back against those lockers.
âYou⊠shut up, you⊠jerk!â
âI love you,â he answers now, with a laugh, shaking his head. âGod I fucking love you, even if youâre not all mine, even if I have to share you with a dumb fucking twink that I hate.â
With one brutal, mean fucking thrust, Sukuna is buried fully inside you, so rough and the stretch so insane itâs a blur, his words, the desperation, the stretch of him.
âFeel me? Feel me fucking ruining you?â He whispers now, you just nod, tears spilling as you cry out, the sound echoing in the small space of the locker room, a mix of pain and overwhelming, sinful pleasure with him just pulsing inside you. âWhoâs inside you right now?â
âYou, Kuna,â your answer makes him laugh, a cruel sound, his lips against yours again. âYou.â
âMe.â
*****
Sukuna
He doesnât give you a moment to adjust like he should, like he usually does â not with your words ruining him, not with you destroying him. No, he instead sets a punishing rhythm in your tiny lil cunt, lifting you and dragging you right down his cock, the slap of his hips against your ass loud and obscene, the lockers reverberating and shaking.
Love.
Yes, Sukuna loves you â and no, itâs not pure, itâs not sweet or anything of the sort â itâs insanity, everything you put him through, the way you so utterly and effortlessly ruin him in ways that are never going to repair. If Sukuna canât have you â even if he shares you â no one else can.
Thereâs no world in which he lets you go, not when you look at him with hearts in your eyes, with drool spilling from your lips, gasping out with your nails scraping uselessly against the sore shoulders of his, bare with them pressing in. âF-fuck⊠KunaâŠâ
âYeah baby,â he groans softly, lifting your body like itâs nothing â it is nothing to him, youâre his to fuck, his to ruin, and he loves to do it. To use your body, and he knows you love that shit. âLove me usinâ ya? Fuckinâ cocksleeve fâme, pretty, perfect lil cocksleeve, hmm? For my cum, for my cock?â
âYes,â youâre lost in it â you, once a good girl who barely kissed, becoming slutty for him, he loves every bit of the confidence in your gaze as you drink him in, as you spread your thighs as wide as they can go. âY-yoursâŠâ
âMy toy, huh? Mine,â heâs possessive then â even in moments he tries to act like heâs okay, like heâs sane, he canât pretend when itâs raw like this â he canât pretend like he doesnât hope youâll choose only him.
He hopes you fuck whatever frustrations it is out on that dumb fuck and come right back, that youâll lose interest and stay his â toxic, maddening, infuriating â you, you, you. Itâs all thatâs spinning in his head like a madness, like a mantra as he fucks your cunt like he owns it.
He wants to own you. Every piece of you.
âCunt got split open by me, hmm?â He whispers, a hand on your throat as he leans you against those lockers â youâre so sweet and pretty, even obscenely being fucked like this. You can only whimper in response, earning his soft laugh. âCanât answer, baby?â
âMnh,â Sukuna tugs your mouth open as he splits your cunt open like he says, as he buries himself, losing himself in your very scent, your everything.
âOpen fâme,â he whispers, you so eagerly obey itâs precious as he leans so damn big over you, spittin right into your open, gasping mouth, letting that saliva just drip right down your lips. Itâs filthy, degrading in other times, but with you? The spit feels like worship, like you taking him.
All him.
Itâs all Sukuna could even think while he was in that boxing match, every other thought was just of you sitting there â of how he wanted you immediately, in the ring with every victory, but he canât have you like that. It just makes him fuck you meaner, more desperate, but he knows what you can take.
âSwallow it,â he commands softly, and you do just that so fucking obedient and pretty, your throat working convulsively. âThatâs it. All of me. Every fuckinâ part, hmm? Inside you.â
Sukuna fucks you desperately now, in ways heâs never been with a woman, how can he not be lost inside you? Bury his face in your neck, pounding your cunt with no mercy as she melds so pliantly to his shape.
âMade fâme,â he whispers. âThis cunt is mine. You hear me? Mine â he can have you when Iâm done, but youâll always be mine.â
You sniffle at that, he wishes he could hold it back â wishes he could stay controlled and dominating, sometimes he can, usually he can. He wants to give you everything, but in this moment after his fight?
Itâs all desperation.
You nod in response, gasping again. âLove⊠love youâŠâ
âYeah, do you? Love me, brat, love me fucking you like this?â You nod eagerly, h âThen cum for me, lemme feel her.â
âIâm s-so⊠IâmâŠâ
âI know what you need,â he murmurs then, pulling out and having you desperate, hands trying to keep him there. He laughs softly, turning you and pressing your face against the lockers by the small of your back, lining his cock back up. âArch.â
You do it perfectly, letting him line his cock back up, wrapping a hand around your waist and finding your twitchy clit, sinking right back inside. âAh! Y-yes⊠there, please IâmâŠâ
âI know your body, brat,â he whispers, knowing heâs showing that side heâs tried to hide so well, whispering in your ear as his rough fingers abuse that small lil clit. âYou love this, donât you? Clit is so needy. Cunt is so full. Feel me?â
He takes your hand, letting you feel that bulge as he wraps you tightly, bending down to sink right inside. âYes, I feel you⊠I⊠Kuna!â
You shatter from one more roll of his fingertips on her, your body convulsing as he pushes you through it, as he whispers your name and loves it too much from his lips, those circles working over and over as your cunt twitches around his thick cock. Sukuna moans, feeling you milk him for all heâs worth, groaning out with you, your cunt squirting and gushing.
âThere you go, who knows you?â He asks, voice hoarse.
He needs to hear it.
Youâre weak when you answer â âYou.â
He smiles against your neck, but itâs anything but a sweet one, itâs a possessive one, psychotic. âWho made you cum all over the fuckinâ locker room floor, has this messy cunt squirting all over, hmm?â
âYou,â it spills easily from your lips as Sukuna pumps his cum inside you, burying himself deep as he floods your walls with his hot, thick release, coating every inch as he presses up on your clit, milking another orgasm from you.
âAll me?â
You nod, but he can feel you shaking, feel your body and every bit of you weak against him as he presses further, making you take every little bit of his cum. âToo much, too much!â
âYou can take it,â he whispers, laughing then softly. âYou take it so well, like you were made for just this, hmm? Take me after every goddamn match, too.â
For a moment, you both just breathe and he hugs you too tightly, letting you come down as he pulses inside, even more cum flooding your needy hole, making you arch your ass, his fingers finally leaving your clit. He sighs, kissing up the side of your neck messy, up to your ear, as the two of you stand there.
There is so much he canât put into words.
That he wants to kill your goddamn husband as much as he wants to make the dumb fuck worship you how you deserve, that he wants to be the one you love the most, that youâre much more than a âcocksleeveâ or âfucktoyâ.
Youâre everything and heâs terrified.
âDid you tell him you loved him,â Sukuna asks softly, you look back, eyes all dazed, he swipes drool from the corner of your mouth.
âNo, youâre the first person Iâve ever said that to,â you admit, color dancing on your cheeks as he studies you â slowly pulling out, having you whimper at the loss, the filthy mess of his cum and your own slick begin to trickle down your thighs, the sight has him lost. Your thighs are shaking, head pressed against the lockers as he studies you.
âIâm the first person youâve said it to?â
âEver,â you admit softly, Sukuna moans at that, seeing just how rough he has been with you now, sinking to his knees behind you, his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them wide.
Sukuna drags the hot, flat of his tongue against your cunt to lick a broad, possessive stripe from your clit all the way up to your other puckered hole, lapping up the creamy, white mess he just left inside you.
âK-Kuna!â you gasp at the sensation, your knees nearly buckling underneath if he didnât hold you up in time. âYouâreâŠâ
He just hums against you, gathering more of his own cum and tasting it â salty and bitter to your sweetness. âDrinking us up. Us, baby. This is all us, every bit of this messy cunt.â
âMhm,â he turns you now, so you look down at him, letting him lavish your abused cunt â the one thatâs now had another man inside her. Fuck, he wanted to see it next time, he wants to see her stretch and know he can do better.
âDid he fill you this much?â Sukuna asks, looking under his long pink lashes, smirking as you tremble. âMore?â
âHe came alot,â you admit, he chuckles at that.
âBet he fuckinâ did. Who wouldnât?â
Sukuna will put more cum inside you â heâll fill you so much Satoru Gojo is the last fucking thing youâll think of. Yet you brush his hair back, crying out and arching, pressing your cunt more firmly against his mouth, Sukuna greedily swallows the squirt he gets from you with a hum against your pussy, swallowing his own creamy release right with you.
Youâre screaming out, hands tugging hard at his hair â pulling at the roots to the point of sweet pain. âCome stay with me tonight, please? W-want you toâŠâ
âYouâre askinâ me to stay while I lick my cum out?â Sukuna smirks and chuckles, tongue licking the slick from our inner thigh. âCute.â
âAnswer me â you brat,â you tease, making him laugh again, thumbs brushing hints of blood against your skin.
âI wish I could,â he parts your lips, looking at his own mess, breathing against it and making you jerk. âIâll be there tomorrow, okay? I promise I wonât leave you with his dumb ass alone too long.â
âMmmâŠâ your eyes flutter shut, rocking your hips rhythmically so that your slick drags all against his skin, his cock is already throbbing again. Then Iâll miss you tonight...â
âOne night?â You nod and he moans, lavishing you up even more, eyeing how pretty you are when your head slams the lockers, when your thigh is thrown over his shoulder and heâs drinking every bit of his own cum from you.
As if Sukuna will let you forget him even for the night.
No, Sukuna needs you to remember him, even when Satoru Gojo â your âhusbandâ â is pathetically begging for you.
*****
You
You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, swiping some of the fog from the mirror that night. Satoru had to go to a business dinner and is just walking in as you step out, thighs pressed together just a bit, seeing the way his eyes drift across you achingly slow, like a physical touch.
One time, they were cruel.
Then, they were hungry.
Now, theyâre devoted almost, the way he exhales ever so slowly and loosens his tie at the knot, kicking his pretty, expensive ass dress shoes off at the door.
Fuck if your sort of husband wasnât sexy.
âEnjoy the match?â He asks, voice edged with that sarcasm, but you donât answer back that way.
âI did have a good timeâŠâ your cheeks heat up a bit as he undoes his collar, looking devastatingly handsome in the darkness of the evening.
âBet you did,â he says, laughing and shaking his head. âDoes he just deepen those marks every time?â
âMaybe,â you murmur, touching your throat carefully â as if Satoru hadnât left his own, but Sukuna had sucked each one, like heâd mark you harder, deeper. You barely manage to hold it together as you talk. âDid you have a good dinner?â
âWas boring as shit with a bunch of old geezers and horny ass, middle aged women that want to get fucked,â he admits, hands in his pockets, walking over toward you.
âOh, any pretty ones?â
âYeah, some are pretty â but canât say I paid much attention,â he admits, surprising you, words you never thought youâd hear. âKept thinking about this girl Iâm married to, knowing she was fucking a dumb, pink haired boxer.â
âI think you two like each other,â he snorts, standing in front of you now, tilting your chin up.
âHeard you got Jennifer a position with your family, it was a bit of talk at the dinner in fact.â
âI did, if that's okay?â He frowns now at you, jaw tensing a bit. âWas she that bad of a secretary?â
âShe was fine at that I guess,â he admits, shrugging a shoulder, toying with a damp strand of your hair. âWhy though?â
âI felt bad.â Satoru laughs without humor, you clutch your towel tighter. âI do.â
âWhy the fuck would you feel bad for her?â
âShe clearly was in love with you,â he blinks now as if youâve said something insane. âYou didn't know?â
âShe loved sucking my dick, loved getting expensive gifts, and loved cumming. Not me.â
âNo, she loved you⊠you donât act like that for no reason.â
âYeah no one does,â Satoru says, but before you can open your lips to say that cannot be true â he halts you. âNo, that's not some âoh poor meâ shit, I just know that isn't what she felt.
You frown now. âAre you so unlovable to everyone?â
The question hangs in the air â once you thought Satoru was the world, then Satoru crushed your world, your everything â but now it was so hard to understand. Satoru was flawed, he was selfish, he was cruel and utterly immature â but there was more to him than what brimmed on that surface, and you knew it.
âHave you met me yet?â He shakes his head, sighing now. âYeah I am, and I already know it. There is a difference between loving my cock, or my fingersâŠâ He smirks a bit. âMy sad method of eating pussy.â
âSatoruâŠâ
âDifference between that and loving me.â
âWell, it's not only your cock I like, in factâŠâ
âYou like my cock?â
âShut up,â you roll your eyes, holding the towel tightly â just for him to tug it even closer, pulling you near. âYouâre not just that is all I mean. I am sure that there is a lot to you thatâŠâ you look away then.
âYou hate me. Remember?â
You do.
Right?
You swallow now, letting him hold that towel for you instead, just that as the thin barrier between his body and yours, feeling his breath nearly against you, your heart hammering in your chest.
âI guess I forget a bit for a minute,â he trails his fingertips down your shoulder as you heart breaks. He almost looks boyish with his hair brushed back off his forehead, you can't help but step closer. âYou couldn't have always been so terrible, thereâs no way.â
He smiles and itâs a sad one. âI was born like that.â
âYou're ridiculous, I remember getting to meet you as a kid,â he sighs, brows together. âYou were defending this kid from getting bullied. And you said hi to me⊠you were sweet, if anything.â
âI wish I could remember that,â he says almost longingly, tugging you closer and leaning low, his lips far, far too close. âWhat am I allowed to do when you're mine, when your attention is just on me?â
âAllowed to do?â You whisper, as he steps back, fingers brushing across the terry of the towel. âI um⊠there are no rules or⊠there isn't a guidebook for this mess, Satoru. It's a mess.â
âIt is,â he admits, sighing now, letting the towel fall and having his breath catch. âFuck⊠you're so beautiful.â
Your answer is to tug him down and kiss him, letting him pull your body against his. Things still feel so tentative and new with him, with Sukuna you're declaring love, you're open.
Satoru it's scary.
You don't ever know what to say, what to feel, but it's there â cruel and merciless, the need for him to be so close. To be consumed as he praises you in ways you never thought he would, pressing your body so you feel his hard length underneath his slacks.
âCan I say that this time?â He asks, you swallow nervously, reflexively, looking right into those heart breaking eyes. âCan I say how I canât even believe how beautiful you are?â
âIf you mean it⊠I canât believe that youâŠâ
âYeah, I fuckinâ mean that shit,â he whispers, lips pressing against yours over and over. âFuck I can't stop thinking about it,â he shakes his head, cupping your face. âWas it the hate that made it feel so good? Was it just you?â
âI donât know eitherâŠâ You donât have a clue what this is, when heâs lifting you and the towel is all gone, and heâs carrying you right to his bed â his bed â hovering over you, his lips drinking every cry. Your nails dig into his chest, making him moan, spreading your thighs and pressing his clothed cock on your slick, needy cunt.
âIs she already stretched out?â He murmurs softly, an insult â but you nod, he already knows Sukuna was inside you. âDoes she need more cum inside?â
âYes,â he blinks for a moment and you do too, heat dancing on your cheeks â youâre not sweet to Satoru, you canât be. âWhy are you still dressed? Like fucking me with your clothes on?â
âYouâve become so slutty, tsk,â heâs trembling a bit as he leans up, unbuttoning his shirt, showing you his hard chest and that abdomen, heâs not tattooed like Sukuna but thereâs a little one on his ribs that your fingers brush, he sucks in a breath at the contact, his eyes locking on yours.
Just what did go through his head?
Was this some distraction until your inevitable end? Or did this mean something to him, did those kisses actually mean more than he could say? Why do you want it so goddamn bad â when Sukuna loves you, when thatâs more than enough â why do you also have to want Satoru like this? Why do you feel this?
Heâs yanking off his tie now, standing and undoing his belt, looking over every inch of you â you watch hungrily and eagerly as he tugs his pretty cock out, already leaking and dripping white, smacking his flat stomach and splattering against that white hair underneath his belly button.
âOn your knees for me, sweetheart,â heâs never talked to you that way, you pause, on your elbows for a moment. âIf you want, Iâll tie your pretty wrists, fuck you dumb, pump all that cum inside. Is that what you want?â
You donât beg for it like you would with Sukuna, your answer is to get on your knees and turn, letting him press your wrists back, tying them as his breaths rush through him quicker. âMnghh⊠I j-justâŠâ
âYou want that? Answer me,â he whispers as he is binding your wrists, tugging right at the knot. Youâre even wetter when he tugs so hard that your wrists hurt, breasts rising and falling with your quick breaths, his lips against your ear. âWords.â
âYes, okay? YesâŠâ
Did he need it from you, like you need it from him?
âHahâŠâ His laugh sends shivers across your spine, down the back of our neck. âSay you hate me.â
âI hate you,â thereâs not enough there anymore, he tilts your chin and studies you, his other hand wrapping your throat, squeezing where Sukuna had earlier. âSo much, too.â
You wish you hated Satoru â wouldnât that make things better? Instead, youâre arching for his cock, begging for his touch, dying to be taken over.
Maybe you do hate him, for how fucking much you want it.
******
Satoru
âYeah, that much?â He smiles just a bit, fingertips tracing down the curve of your spine, darting between to find your soaking wet cunt, moaning when he feels you.Â
Satoru positions you so your ass is arched up, his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck, still damp from the shower and coating his hands in the fragrant remnants of your conditioner, like silk against his fingers. He inhales it pathetically really, pressing your face deeper into the pillows.
âSeen you arch for him, you can fâme, hmm?â He taunts, as if he doesnât want to beg, as if heâs not desperate to have any of you. âLemme see how good you can do.â
He expects and argument, anything other than you arching, he canât help but groan and lean back, parting your messy cunt all abused from Sukuna earlier, but if anything it makes him more fucking feral.Â
âShould fuck his cum out and fill you with mine, hmm?â He murmurs, laughing softly as he drags his fingertips up you. âReady? Do I not need to touch you first?â
âShut up and fuck me,â he laughs again â there she is, the mad girl who hates him, the one who makes this all easier to deal with.
Somewhat.
The inevitable fact that youâre going to fucking leave him â he doesnât know how long itâll take, but he doubts thereâs a world he gets to stay. So heâll be greedy, heâll take every bit of you he knows he doesnât deserve, stroking his already hard cock and biting down on his lower lip.
âWell I donât see that mess, hmm?â
âHe ate it out of me,â he pauses now, blinking just a bit.
Sukuna really was some fucking freak.
He never thought heâd be out freaked, but as it stands, that man is clearly filthy â though the thought of licking his own cumâŠ
Fuck.
âOh, how sweet of him â are we sharing you properly for now?â He taunts, leaning low and lapping a stripe up your slit, all clean and perfect from your shower. You whine out, he parts your folds to watch your clit twitch for him. âMmm⊠almost like co parenting, but with a slutty lil wife instead.â
âSuch a dick,â your voice is muffled by the fabric of the pillow youâre pressed against, he licks once more before spreading you wide and spitting right in your hole, the sight utterly filthy.
He remembers the first time he tasted you, on that counter when you let him lick your thigh, when Sukuna let him.
Let him.
Taste his wife.
Taste you â dangerously sweet â addictive like the sweets he loved when he was younger. Looking at the bubbly mess spilling when he shouldn't even be granted such a sight â yet here you were, spreading wide open for him.
âSo eager for my cock, hmm?â You say nothing, just whining out again, the sound throaty and slutty.
He wants to say so much more, the dumbest shit that he should never think to utter out loud, barely holding it back. That when you look at him the way you do it ruins him in a way that is terrifyingly not only sexual.
His whole life women wanted him for his looks. His money, his power â and he let them think there was a chance, played their games and enjoyed their wet mouths, their cunts milking his cock. The way they were so devoted.Â
You didn't want that.
You hated him, yet here you were.
âBeggin' to be split open by my cock,â he loves how you feel. He loves how pretty your ass is, how your pussy is fluttering just for him.
Yet all he can say is filth, he knows even calling you beautiful hurts you.Â
He hurt you.
If only he could fuck away every memory of what he did, and fill you with what he wishes he could do.
Satoru leans over you now, cock gliding up and down your slit, the pink tip catching the gush thatâs sliding out of your needy hole â watching you tremble as he presses your head down.Â
âFuck you in my bed,â he whispers, losing any tentative fucking control he has â itâs all out of the goddamn window with you. âI'm going to fuck every thought from your pretty head, do you want that, sweetheart? To be fucked dumb?â
âYes,â he groans then, he canât take it â how raw and real every bit of you as, he pushes into your tiny cunt and groans, easing as his head pops in, getting sucked by those tacky lil walls, the ones quivering right around him, begging for more. âFuck, why do you feel sâgood? God, I hate you for it.â
âMnghâŠâ You say nothing this time, not with your wrists bound, just gushing when he pulls back again, running his tip up and down until youâre about to cum from just that â he can tell in every way you tense, every movement you make.
âNeed me inside?â
âJusâ f-fuck me⊠youâre⊠ah!â
âAsk nicely baby,â he whispers, chuckling as he tugs your hair back, and you glare at him. âFor me inside you.â
âYou ask nicely,â he sighs, laughing and shaking his head.
âI begged last time.â
âYou should every time,â Satoru moans at that, kissing you again as he brings you to your knees and plunges his cock inside â in one long, deep stroke, filling you and stretching you right there, making you gasp out, your head falling back.
âGodâŠâ Satoru groans, kissing down your neck, god you fit him so perfect â surely youâre made for him, even if heâs ruined it all, even if some other dumb fuck got you â heâll enjoy every moment he gets.
Inhaling you.
Kissing you.
Fucking you.
Satoru loses his mind inside you â god how perfect â thrusting his cock so deep, balls slapping your clit, pressing you down and moving in and out faster, hovering over you as you cry out, helpless and so small in comparison to Satoruâs huge, long body. âI'm going to fuck you so full of me you'll forget what his cum even feels like, huh? Forget his cock, forget him.â
âPsycho, y-youâŠâ a choked out little whimper escapes your lips as he buries himself deep, pressing you into the mattress, his weight heavy as you gasp out. Heâs prone over you, cock moving faster, breathing out your name against your ear.
âI wish I could get in your head and rip out every fucking memory,â he whispers now, shoving his cock fully now. He doesn't move or let you move, even as you wriggle and beg, letting you feel every inch of him. âAll me, want it all me⊠fuck you know you should belong to me.â
Your answers are muffled curse words as one of his big hands slides from your hair down to your throat, his long fingers wrapping around it and tilting your chin up, leaving you helpless underneath him squeezing at your pulse points. He feels it fluttering right underneath his thumb as you look at him with dazed eyes.
âTell me how you donât, how you never will be mine,â he begs it, as he kisses you in between words, squeezing your throat and swallowing every pretty cry you give him, cock steadily pounding even deeper in you. âMmm, how many times will I even get this, get you like this?â
âSatoruâŠâ
âYes, call me that â fuck,â heâs not the âin control, dominantâ Gojo, even with your wrists bound and your pussy being railed by him, even with the way Satoru absolutely ruins your cunt until youâre breathless.
Heâs not in control even if youâre being choked.
Itâs all you, just a little whisper of his name is enough to almost make him bust, insane thoughts of breeding your needy cunt filling his mind â when he never even wanted that shit. But wouldnât you have to stay, then? Wouldnât you be bound to him forever if he could?
âPut a baby in you first â hah,â he laughs softly, watching the look of fucked out pleasure turn to shock, the drool slipping down the corner of your mouth. âHow would you leave me then?â
âYou donât w-want thatâŠâ He moans right with you, squeezing harder now, fucking your pretty body into the matress, his other hand snaking down, finding your clit.
âArch up,â you eagerly do, letting him find that pressure he already knows you love, pretty patterns on a clit he knows was licked on, sucked on, touched â he wishes it turned him off.
He wishes it didnât make him want to fuck you better.
âThatâs it, wanna cum, hmm? All over my cock like the pretty lil slut you are,â your answer is a whine, bound and helpless, obeying as he has your clit dripping down to the sheets, the sounds of his breaths and the rhythmic slaps even louder.
âYes⊠ah!â Satoruâs lost in you, as he buries his face against the back of your neck, inhaling you, feeling your bound arms pressed underneath him.
âDoes it hurt?â He asks, a cruel tone â but you peek at him, lips parted â looking in a fucking daze. âDoes it?â
âYes butâŠâ you sigh, swallowing and then whining as his fingertips continue their assault, as his cock keeps stretching you out. âIâŠâ
âLove it?â You say nothing, nodding, but he leans up and un ties them quickly, rubbing your wrist in his hand, pressing it up over that pillow and pinning it with his free hand, eyeing the marks, making him feral. âHas he tied you?â
âNo,â you surprise him just a bit, but he squeezes your wrist brutally, continuing to fuck your tiny cunt.
How is it so perfect?
How are you everything heâs ever wanted, but all he did was push you? Fucking make you leave, make you do anything and everything to leave him, to make you think he didnât feel what he did.
Now he hates himself even more â a special type of hate, truly. Perhaps part of him always has â but he doesnât hate himself enough not to fuck you, not to taste you, not to make you shatter as he drags his tip against your walls, feeling you shatter. You cry out his name as you fall apart, letting him watch as you do.
Satoru stays pressed inside you, body taking you over as you shake, cunt making a drooly mess all across his fingers, your lashes fluttering â tears spiking at the ends of them. âMove, moveâŠâ
âMmm⊠in a minute,â he whispers, just staying there â pressed against your cervix, he knows youâre stuffed full â he knows you can feel him. âToo deep, baby?â
âMhm,â you whisper, but you arch back more, curve of your ass against him, making him chuckle ever so softly, clenching your cunt right around his length. âMove, sh-shitâŠâ
"Who is inside you right now?â He whispers, posessive and sick â arenât you a sickness, everything fucking about you?
Donât you ruin him by existing, especially when you look at him, and his thumb is on your fluttering pulse, holding your chin up. âWould you just⊠can you⊠move, fuckâŠâ
âWho are you with now?" he asks, his hips finally starting to move. It's a slow, grinding rhythm, devastating in its intensity â each drag of his slick length against your walls feels like it's going to make him bust then and there, youâre almost impossible for him to handle, to take and act straight.
How heâs forming words is hard to even fathom.
"Who's inside you right now, making you squirt all over? Answer fâme⊠fuck, jusâ answerâŠ"
"You," you choke out finally, tears spilling from your pretty, fucked out eyes. âYou, god justâŠâ
âSay it,â he whispers desperately, sweat dripping down your skin, slick as he moves even faster. âDonât fuckinâ call me Gojo.â
There is a quiet moment and he pauses again, but you finally grip those sheets with your hands, still marked from his tie, shaking underneath him.
 "Satoru."
"Good girl," he murmurs â condescending heâs sure â heâs sure he sounds like a fucking dick when all he wants to do is praise you truly.
âChoke me,â you whisper then, using a hand to press his harder, he falters.
He wishes you didnât know you loved that.
Yet all he can do is listen, is give you everything.
âChoke you, hmm? Wasnât I?â
âNo, really fucking do it,â he loves you.
God he loves you.
Squeezing his hand so hard with your own â so much smaller than Satoruâs huge ones, than his five inch fucking fingers that swallow your throat, letting you put that pressure you want.
âReally⊠choke⊠m-me â ah!â
âLike this?â He asks softly, his fingers pressing down harder this time â more pressure like you ask for â just enough to restrict your airflow, to make your head dizzy, fuzzy, feeling your cunt just contract right around him. âLike that, baby? Choke every little thought away?â
âMhmâŠâ
âYouâre almost sweet like this, hah,â heâs taunting, but the way you give in is fucking addictive, as he squeezes harder and earns your cunt spasming right around his cock, tip dragging just so. "You feel that?
His pace picks up as you feel too goddamn good, becoming more desperate, more needy for you â all of you. Your answer is some incoherent mumble as his cock makes filthy fucking noises in your slutty hole, balls slapping hard on your clit â so full of his own cum.
"Feel how I'm filling you up?" He asks, knowing you canât answer.
He loves hearing your cries, ruining you like heâs never loved anything else â never has being inside being someone felt like this, the devotion with every movement absolutely tearing him apart.
How much of him would be left when he was done?
How much of you would be?
Could he fuck his cum so deep it replaces every goddamn bit of Sukuna?
He wants to.
âGod I want itâŠâ
âWant⊠mnh⊠wha- ah!â
Youâre cumming when Satoru mumbles in your ear incoherently, words you donât get to hear, ones youâre not meant to â âyou to love me.â
*****
You
There is no hearing.
There is no thoughts while Satoru is pounding your messy cunt, one stretched open by a man you love, just to be filled by a man you wish you hate â no.
It's confusing â so fucking confusing, everything about Gojo choking you, about him stealing your breath as he strokes his cock deep â was it anything like Jennifer, like Chloe?
You shouldnât be jealous, you shouldnât care â you have Sukuna, and you know that shit is love, then why do you still want so badly for Satoru to want you, crave you, love you too? Why do you desire it all, the way he takes you over, the pain and the dizzying pleasure of every filthy stroke?
He's hurting your throat, your cunt is trying itâs best to take him â there's a desperate edge to his movements, a frantic need in the way he's fucking you, the way his breath hitches against your neck, his whisper of your name. He's not just taking you this time, he doesnât just take and take â no, he's begging for more from you, breaking you piece by piece and putting you back together.
Satoru takes your breath away like Sukuna does.
But itâs cruel.
Itâs mean.
Knowing this was all there â knowing he showed you how terrible he was instead, knowing for a month you watched him and waited, wanting to have this, fuck you didnât even know this existed with Satoru.
âGod, feel you milkinâ me⊠needy lil slut,â he eases his hand now, sighing as his cock slams deep â pressing his forehead against the back of your head, his movements becoming erratic, desperate, losing their rhythm. âMade to ruin me⊠fuck what you do â god you feel sâfuckinâ perfectâŠâ
âDonât say that,â you plead, sniffling as he holds your throat again, his grip tightening and loosening as if he can't decide whether to possess you or break you â as if he doesnât know if he should go easy or gentle.
âDonât say it? God, I wish I didnât need to,â he laughs in that cruel way you used to hate â but when heâs inside you, you love it. âI want to ruin you â I want to be the one who breaks you, the one you think about when you're with him.â
âSatoru⊠donât fucking⊠sayâŠâ
Sukuna said it too, he meant that shit.
But you never thought that SatoruâŠ
Do you want this, two men desperately fucking the memory of each other away? Ruining your body and mind as they fight over you, as they desperately take and take from you.
What will be left when theyâre done?
Even filled with cock you wonder it â wonder how long theyâll ever want a girl like you, wonder why they do, to the point you tense, and Satoru realizes it, pausing, pulling out and making you cry out.
 He shoves your thighs up until theyâre smushing your tits, and those thighs are trembling when his hands run over them.
âDo you wanna know what I really think, sweetheart?â Satoru asks, dangerous â his eyes dark, the ceiling fan whirling and brushing his long soft white hair over his brow. You swallow nervously.
âI canât t-trust anything from youâŠâ He exhales, cock dragging back up and down, up and down â fucking maddening. âYes though⊠wanna⊠knowâŠâ
âI want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow,â he smirks, cupping your face. âI wanna fuck you so goddamn rough that every step you take reminds you of me â of my cock buried, of my cum dripping out of you.â
"You're so fucking confusing," you whisper, letting him sink back inside, your eyes rolling back in your skull as he leans over you with that heavy weight, folding you right in a mating press.
âMe, confusing?â Heâs whimpering against your hair, your ear, fucking you so goddamn filthy, your blood rushing and mixing with his broken, husky voice.
The words next are what finally ruin you.
"Why do I want you this much? Why do I want to be the one who ruins you, that has you, that wants you? Why did I push you the fuck away â why? God, why do you fucking ruin my every waking momentâŠ"
His hips slam forward harder, faster, folding you so in half heâs hard to take â you feel it then, your tears.
You're crying now.
Itâs not the pain, the fullness, no â itâs the terrifying realization that this desperate, broken man might be just as dangerous to you as Sukuna is â that you might just be as in love with him. That all consuming love, the type you canât feel for two.
But you know it, trapped in your throat as he leans up and his hands press so deep into your flesh, as it bruises those thighs.
You still love Satoru â no.
You didnât love him before you knew him, you thought you did â now you have an all consuming love for two goddamn men.
Broken ones, like you.
Broken ones that you wish you could put back together, but youâre scared youâll only rip them further apart. As he pauses and falters, stuttering hips, tilting his head and easing his movements.
âLook at you, crying for me,â he breathes out â almost cruelly â was it cruel?
Did you love it?
Do you love this?
âIs it because it feels too good, or because you hate how much you love it?â He makes you glare, teeth clenched together.
âShut up and cum,â he laughs at that, youâre never mean â youâre sweet, but with Satoru he brings that shit out.
Sukuna brings it out too â the brattiness you never knew you could feel.
They both take so much from you, the bring so much out.
You fucking love them, donât you? You love Sukuna who is good for you, and you love Satoru who is terrible for you â but you sure the fuck wonât admit it now, even as Gojo has you split apart on his cock and bent in half.
âIt doesn't matter,â he whispers now, kissing you again. âYou can just say you hate me, isnât it easier?â You feel a tear slipping from the corner of your eye.
Itâs easier.
Than admitting you love two men.
âI do hate youâŠâ He kisses you deeper, moaning into your lips, as if he knows you donât mean it.
I love you, I hate you, I despise you.
Satoru I hate and love what I became because of you.
Yet you say â I hate you.
"Say it again," he whispers. "Tell me those pretty lies about how fucking much you hate me."
"I hate you," you sob out those words â he knows what they are.
You do hate him â how can you not hate him for making you want this, for making you feel this twisted, destructive love when you're supposed to belong to someone else, someone who is devoted and loving?
How can you go from so unloved to feeling this?
âWant me to cum inside, hmm? The man you fuckinâ hate so much?â He asks now â Satoru and Sukuna give you this choice, in their own way.
They both do.
You want both of them.
You nod, and he laughs, pausing.
âAnswer me.â
âCum in me,â he moans then, falling apart and shattering â his white puffy ropes of cum replacing what was inside, shattering right with you and kissing you messy, desperate.
âWanna put all my goddamn heirs inside,â he laughs, like heâs lost his fucking mind. âGod I do â I wanna have so many babies, let them run our fucking families into the goddamn ground.â
âNgh, psychoâŠâ Heâs just pumping now, slowing as he kisses you, as you try to catch a breath.
There was no breathing with him.
Just utter confusion when he cleans you after, when he brushes your still damp hair that has left his pillows wet, putting it up carefully as he stands behind you in that mirror.
Your hands grip the bathroom sink as you look up at him.
How long could you have them both?
Why could one not be enough, why are you greedy, terrible, split into pieces for men that hate each other â one who you should still hate â but the one who leans against you, staring at your fucked out reflection in the mirror. He leans low, and you feel his hard body against you, feel his hand delicately brushing your throat, smile on his lips.
âGuess I left my own marks,â he whispers, lips against your ear. âDo you like me tying you up? Choking you?â
âYouâre just a freak,â you mumble, he laughs again.
âAnd youâre not? Was a good girl, a sweet, innocent one, now look at you,â he tilts your chin up, showing all those marks from both men. âCovered in us, full of us⊠answer me.â
âYes I liked it,â you look into his blue eyes now, sighing. âIt wonât be long though, right? You want the divorce so⊠this is what, some distraction?â
He pauses, faltering.
âDonât answerâŠâ You shake your head and go to turn, to be pinned to that sink by him, suffocating. âGojo justâŠâ
âSleep in my bed,â you gasp, looking up at him now.
âWhat?â
âIn my bed justâŠâ He exhales and leans low, a hand on either side of you, until his pretty face is level. âTonight.â
âWhy?â
âIâm fucking asking you.â
âIâŠâ you blink tears now. âWhen I saw her in your bed, nothing fucking hurt me more, Satoru. Nothing.â
He swallows now.
âI know Sukuna probably didnât feel good to see, I know Iâm not innocent or perfect â but I was trying, then. I tried so hard and you⊠you just rejected andâŠâ Youâre losing it, shaking as he holds you, even as you sob, even as you smack at him. âIt hurt, it hurts⊠it stillâŠâ
âI know,â you feel his tears now. âIâll give you the go as soon as you want, I swear to god just⊠please, a night. To hold you, even if I shouldnât get it.â
âGojoâŠâ
âPleaseâŠâ
âSatoru,â you finish, trying to pull it together, hardly able to think as you blink and look up at him â tears blurring your vision. âWhy?â
âI donât fucking know,â he admits, cupping your face. âI just want a night to hold you in my bed.â
âOne,â you answer softly.
One.
One you say, as he pulls you close, and an arm wraps your waist, thumbs brushing up underneath your tits, running little circles, and you feel as comfy as you do with Sukuna. He texts you, and you pick it up, suddenly eaten by guilt â even if Sukuna knows, and heâs fine, this is so much.
Itâs almost too much â being shared by two men, being torn apart.
Sukuna â Iâll be there in the morning, brat. You gonna make me breakfast or is the twink?
âHe calls me that!?â
âDonât read my texts,â you scowl back at him and he sighs, tugging you even tighter. âYou called him a âdumb pink haired fuckâ.â
âWell he is.â
You â Iâll make you breakfast, Kuna.
âIâll make you breakfast Kuna â ow!â Youâve turned and shoved Satoru almost off the bed, and he canât help but laugh.
And fuck if that doesnât break you further, is cute ass laugh, the way he keeps going the more you smack at him, until youâre laughing too â despite yourself, despite everything, pausing. He holds your waist and swallows, looking into your eyes, a million words left unsaid between you â like a physical weight, you can feel it, all of it.
He lets out a breath, and you realize youâre straddling him, his hands darting across your waist.
âIs he coming for breakfast?â Satoru asks now, making you shift a bit, feeling him harden again impossibly.
âHe is,â you say now. âOr we could go to his place?â
âNo, he can come here,â Satoru mumbles, leaned up on his elbows â even in the night, his eyes are bright. âI wanna be all thatâs in your fucking head.â
âOh do you?â You murmur â so does Sukuna.
But youâre fucking torn.
âI wish I was, I wish I could fuck every memory away,â he brushes your panties to the side, moaning at the mess the men have made you as you cry out. âI could keep trying all goddamn night, but I know heâs buried fucking deep â so deep I canât get him out.â
âYou canât,â you lean over him, even as heâs running his fingers across your sore cunt. âI love him.â
âI know you do,â he whispers, the energy between you both sickening as it is addictive.
Satoru â bright and pure â is the darkness.
Sukuna â dark and sadistic â is the brightness.
What are you?
âYou can try all you want,â you taunt now, knowing youâre playing a dangerous game with him.
âFuck you in your sleep?â He whispers, you blush and he laughs. âOh⊠havenât done that, sweet girl?â
âSweet, thought you hate me,â he drags you down and you tug his lips open, curious then. âOpen for me.â
âFor you?â He smirks, but then he sees your eyes. âOh⊠youâre trying to out freak me, hmm? Think itâs possible?â
âOpen,â you whisper again, before spitting a little trail of saliva in Satoruâs eager tongue, his mouth wide and ready, he whines out as it hits, as he stays there underneath you, and you canât help but feel powerful and that moment. âSwallow.â
Satoruâs adamâs apple bops as he obeys.
*****
âAhemâŠâ Itâs early morning, and youâre utterly sore and aching when you hear it â your boyfriend Sukuna eyeing the mess you and Satoru are in his bed, swirling the house keys that he fucking made himself.
âKuna!â You lean up now, grinning at him as he takes you in, smirking when he sees the choke marks and the little bruises on Satoruâs throat.
âDamn, whatâd you do to the kid?â
âSheâs a fucking psycho,â he mumbles, coughing as he wakes up, trying to tug you against him, burying his face in your neck. âFive more minutes.â
âNah,â Sukuna climbs right in the bed and tugs you to him, smirking as he studies you. âMissed my girlfriend.â
âGirlfriend?â
âMorning, Kuna,â you whisper, kissing him sweetly, as his weight sinks the bed â feeling them both against you.
Satoru is hard behind you.
Sukuna is hard in front of you.
Youâve done a tiny bit with them together but not everything. Sukuna tugs down your top and moans at the sight of your puffy nipple, as Satoruâs kissing up your bare shoulder.
Trapped between a man you hate and a man you love.
Yet you canât stop the way your ass pushes back, and your tits press up.
You want them both.Â
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You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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as these are short they'll actually be coming out fast hehe - this was eating me UP I can't wait for some juicy angst
So everyone has it - this is my alt account - where I reblog every one of my works! and it's not marked mature đ so if you all wanna follow that one for updates as idk when/if ill get my blog un marked, that way you can at least keep up with stories you are looking for.
Hey! First of all , I love your works , always savour them.
Second of all , Tumblr is not letting me see some of your fics, I've been trying for hours but it keeps showing that your blog is mature or restricted. I don't even have any settings on to prevent that.
Do your settings look like this?
Tumblr has marked me mature and denied two of my appeals already đ I am not sure if you have to have your age verified or make sure your birthday is set over 18 or what
You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
patreon - comms
as these are short they'll actually be coming out fast hehe - this was eating me UP I can't wait for some juicy angst
You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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as these are short they'll actually be coming out fast hehe - this was eating me UP I can't wait for some juicy angst
You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
patreon - comms
as these are short they'll actually be coming out fast hehe - this was eating me UP I can't wait for some juicy angst
You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student â struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly â you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didnât come from money â your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that â normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah â you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadnât even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something wasâŠ
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off â especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didnât raise your physics grade youâd lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldnât help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations â many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didnât tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that â let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur â you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically âhad funâ.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm â youâre in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry â did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down â and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing youâre wearing boxers rather than panties â and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either â and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
âWhat the fuck!? What!?â You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours â pale and muscular and so goddamn long. Youâre way too tall, so tall youâd hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and â sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror â a manâs face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit â seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man youâve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
âIt has to be some dream,â you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs â how big is this manâs house?! Itâs a whole fucking confusing mansion, youâre rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be â of what weird ass fever dream youâre having, when the door knocks. âOne minute!â
Youâre rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. âPut on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.â
âTraining?â He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. âTrainingâŠâ
âYeah, Satoru â training. Just because youâre perfect at everything doesnât mean me and Shoko donât need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.â
âTeach. ExamplesâŠâ
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. âWhatâs wrong with you, Satoru?â
Satoru â who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted â he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didnât want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didnât want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didnât look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all â what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasnât about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didnât ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest â but that didnât mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told â the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo â they were the strongest, and thatâs all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasnât exhausted, if he didnât just want to go be a normal guy â maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesnât appear to be anything he will get â no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover â something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick â and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he canât remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes â that doesnât happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now heâs doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it â his arms fucking flailing. He canât even take looking at these thighs â not his lanky ass legs, no, theyâre cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser â too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he canât help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way â though sheâŠ
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl heâd flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if sheâd been kissed all night, he knows that look from women heâs been with, that hung over, fucked out look â thoughâŠ
He doesnât feel fucked â well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And thatâs when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy â heâs got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is aâŠ
Knock knock knock.
Maybe itâs Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him â itâs one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and heâs cast under something. Or itâs a test â Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell whatâs real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is â when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
âHow was the first kiss, birthday girl?â She teases, Satoru blinks.
âUm⊠kissâŠâ
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
âAre you skipping physics? Arenât you failing bad?â She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way â well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. âFailing? Nah, I donât fail any subject.â
âGirl last night you were a mess about it, whatâs wrong?â She asks again, he shakes his head, well â your head â and your phone is ringing. âGonna get that?â
âYeah.â
Whatâs your pattern!? Whatâs your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. âMaybe youâre still drunk?â
âUm yeah, Iâm gonna take a shower and⊠get it together!â Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck â much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again â a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing â youâll give Satoru this, the man has taste â it was as fancy as clothing could get. Youâre absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment youâre another girl, the next â youâre seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,â Suguru is his name â apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. âYouâre off today.â
âRight, focusâŠâ You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands â huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. âI did that!?â
âRub it in,â Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. âWe know youâre the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if youâre like us.â
âIâm notâŠâ You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You donât even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal â that youâre failing physics, and that youâre not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojoâs day was taken up â from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
âYou cheated on this test!â The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. âNo way you didnât.â
âWhy would I cheat?â
âYou are the worst student in my class,â she slams the paper on Satoruâs desk, a blank test with different questions. âDo this, and Iâll watch you the whole time.â
His classmates â well theyâre your classmates â look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until sheâs sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is â but luckily he just knows everything, and she canât argue a second time.
âWell, I guess you pass.â She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. âBarely!â
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off â work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open â and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when heâs used to fighting curses â and thatâs the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldnât see well â in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldnât see curses â they could be all around, and he wouldnât sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
Youâre so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still canât sleep â this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonderâŠ
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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You can't seem to make yourself cum tonight, no matter what you do. Pumping your fingers in and out of your needy cunt, right next to the room of your teacher - Master Qifrey, at that!
Oh but if he ever knew you were such a slutty, traitorous apprentice!
How can you not ache around him, especially when you saw the way that tight black shirt just fit his body when he ended up wet earlier? You'd gone and utterly ruined a spell - you cannot draw a circle as well as the girls here much, much younger. It had splashed him directly!
Fuck he was angry, but he softened, pulled himself together, smiling at you kindly like he always did.
Maybe you didn't want him to be kind, though. Maybe you loved how he looked when he lost control, picturing just how stern he could be instructing you to arch for him.
"Mnh!"
You can't seem to manage to make your needy cunt feel any better, these little pumps are hopeless. You're a sheltered girl so it's just angling, pressing up and down, trying to make anything feel good enough to release this pent up tension.
What if he instructed you to spread your thighs wide? To let him-
"Ah! Fuck," you grumble in frustration, tossing your pillow on the floor when the door gently knocks. You stumble and fall right out of the bed, tangled in a mess of sheets.
Well, shit.
"Ahem, one moment!" You are trying to right yourself when the door opens - and there he is, fucking shirtless aside from his open robe, tilting his head at you. "I woke you!?!? Oh I am terribly sorry I...."
"No, I was already up," jerking his cock to your muffled, pathetic little noises, but he couldn't cum himself - not when he knew you required his help! His instruction.
Who was he but your teacher in all things? Though youre a grown woman, where he got you from you'd not known more than how to sew and cook, he had even taught you to read. Now, you clearly need his help, standing with that gown all rumpled, as he shuts the door with a quiet click and walks forward.
His heavy steps creak the floorboards as you sit, your thighs smushing just so with the action - and that's when he sees it.
Your inner thigh glistening - the soft flesh has just a slick trail of your own arousal.
Qifrey turns for a moment, tall shadow casting across your door - a cute lil blush dancing on his cheeks as he gets it together. "Do you require my assistance, love?"
"To sleep?" You ask quietly, sighing. "No. I have the stones that..."
"Sometimes other methods help more," he turns back around, wondering if he has been imagining the lust in your gaze until now. It's achingly clear. "Effective."
"Oh, could you show me, please?" You are so sweet when he walks over, spreading your thighs and eliciting a filthy whine - he bets you'd do anything he told you to.
Would you drop to your knees and suck him till tears spilled from your pretty eyes?
Let him pump your pussy so full of cum you can't even wall the next day?
Let him fuck it back inside so he can make sure you smell and taste like him?
"Shh, you'll wake the girls," he whispers softly, tilting your chin up. "Perhaps I'll have to keep your pretty mouth shut if you cannot."
You love the sound of that.
Instead, you bite down on your lower lip, letting him slip up that gown, the soft silk gliding right up your thighs. "Spread them and place your feet on the bed."
There it is.
The dark voice that fucks you up, that ruins your senses, you obey so eagerly he laughs, eyeing your puffy pussy.
"Poor, pretty lil cunt, all tortured hmm? You've rubbed it everywhere wrong, tsk," he glides two fingers down that mess, watching you twitch as he spreads your cunt, moaning at the pretty color inside.
Perhaps your pussy is his favorite shade.
"You have more than enough to aid in this endeavor," he teases, pulling back and putting his soaked fingers to your lips. "Suck."
You wrap your lips and bob your mouth up and down, earning his hum of satisfaction- his soft white locks fall across his brow just so, glossy lips smirking with a darkness to that blue gaze, making it almost black.
"Show me, how terrible you were doing," you touch your cunt and he sighs. "Pathetic, love... really, you're trying so hard. You need my help?"
"Badly, please," you admit, he takes your fingers and puts them right in your twitchy clit, candlelight flickering and making him look so insane, his grin, his eye narrowing. "Please..."
"So desperate for your teacher's touch, mmm?" Your answer is to arch your hips, letting him guide your fingertips. "Little circles here - can you feel her jumping? She loves this. Hmm?"
You answer is to arch, slick dripping down your fingers and his own as he hovers over you, bracing himself with one hand, hearing your cunt squishing obscenley.
"Answer, you use those words for me, hmm? You can be good for me."
"Love... mhm!" He laughs softly.
"Cute," he murmurs, clicking his tongue and taking your free hand, putting it on your tit as those glasses fall down the bridge of his nose. "Play with those nipples, I bet they ache so."
You obey so eagerly he can't help but be proud of you, tugging on a nipple over the fabric as his fingers leave yours.
"Don't whine, love, you've got it... those circles, faster, mmm look how good you're listening. Shall I help?"
You spread wider, eyes fluttering shut when he leans back, pushing his fingers down to find your quivering hole and pressing right in, filling you so full he almost brushes that puffy cervix.
"Ngh! M-master... Qifrey I...." he gently smacks your cheek, shaking his head.
"Shh. If you want me to help you learn, you must be a very good student. Can you be?"
"Mhm!"
"Good girl," he's leaned over you now, lips moving across your throat, tracing your collar bone when you pause your little movements. "Ah - ah, did I inform you to stop?"
"N-no, ah!" He slaps your cheek again.
"Eyes on me," you flutter them open. "That's it, focus. Good, doing so exceptional, aren't you, pretty?"
You're lost in his fingers pumping, his gaze locked, lips threatening to clamp down on yours, all while you keep toying your clit, little cries and the clicking of the side to side motion even louder in your ears, already rushing with your racing heart. You feel it, the tension, coiling in your tummy as he makes you stretch.
"Tiny cunt would need so much work to take me," he murmurs, clicking his tongue just a bit, pushing those two fingers apart to test those tacky little walls. "Don't worry, I'd make sure she was ready - she's just too pathetic and small right now, hmm?"
You nod, you'll agree to anything really when it's from his lips, when he's laughing and smiling almost sweetly, splitting you open with two fingers as your own falter.
"Aww, close, hmm? It's all right, you can cum, darling," he whispers, pressing a cute kiss on your nose like he's not ruining you. "Go ahead, let me feel her."
You shatter, squirting all over his hand, splatteriing against his bare chest and making him moan, you're so wet you're slippery, fingers falling off for him to suck into his mouth.
"One more, hmm? Just for me? You can, can't you?"
"Y-yes, one... more... ah!" Qifrey wrings every fucking drop of wetness from your cunt until you're twitching, cramping, overstimulated to the point of crying.
"Oh look how pretty," he muses, lapping at a tear with a soft sigh. "Look at you, crying for me - aww, you came so much. Should I help clean you up, lovely?"
"Y-yes, please," so sweet, so pliant his student - you're his favorite one, if he played favorites, if he showed it outside of here - but for now, he must not. He cleans you up carefully, tucking you in and kissing your lips, letting your juices spill into your mouth. "Mmm... don't go..."
"I'll wait for you to rest then," he muses, sitting next to you as you yawn, eyelids heavy. He caresses your cheek, awaiting the moment he could sink his cock into your cunt - your mouth, all your holes, really.
They should belong to him.
Don't you?
"Rest, pretty student," you snuggle up, not wanting him to leave, especially when he leans down and murmurs in your ear. "Should your next lesson be in your sleep? You're most willing and open to learn all sorts of things, then."
He may think you're asleep, but you can't help but smile when he snuffs out your candle - you think you'd love any lesson.
Qifrey can't help but jerk his cock the moment he's back in his room, spilling those puffy little drops of white cum, picturing the next time he'd get to feel you. It's not as if he hasn't been watching you sleep since the night you got here, after all <3
He just cares so, so much for you.
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nghhh he needs somno too - also i am working on 2 w/him and toru hehe
How can Professor Satoru not jerk his cock to his pretty college student's photos?
Moaning raggedly from pretty pink lips as he makes sure to give each picture the proper amount of attention. He just loves your tits, your face, those thighs in the little skirts you wear, how can he not worship you properly?
Dont you deserve his cum inside your pretty cunt? All unused - he's heard you complain that you're a virgin, well thats because you were just waiting for him. You were waiting to have him break you open, have you struggle to take his cock even as you're squirting right down him.
He knows you moan his name when you touch your pretty pussy, it's not like he doesn't have a camera in your dorm room. He sure didn't like when you kissed that boy and straddled him yesterday, but he'd forgive you - you're young and don't know any better.
But how you look at him?
How you shift your thighs, bite your lip, and come up with excuses to see him after class?
You know you're meant to be bred by him - couldn't finish school if you had a Gojo baby inside you.
"Hah. Gonna fill you so fuckin good baby doll." that was your nickname even if Gojo hasn't called you it yet, it's the one he'll call you when he has you folded in half on his bed, right inside his penthouse. Have you fucked into those expensive sheets, let your pretty cunt drip down them and make a mess.
He's desperately jerking his cock, whimpering as his thumb brushes over his pretty pink tip - coated in a mix of his saliva and that beading precum, leaning his head back and catching his lip between his teeth. He's right on his lunch break in class, and students are bound to come, but he's day dreaming of splitting you in half on his cock.
"Hah, don't be shy baby," he whispers, chuckling with his snowy lashes fluttered shut. "I'll give you all my cock, fuck I'll cum in all your holes - mmm, don't worry about being loud. Let that boy you like hear you cum f'me."
Satoru's closer when he scrolls and catches that video he took last night of you, your much shorter fingers failing, all frustrated and huffing, the filthy sounds of his huge hand sliding up his slick cock echoing in the classroom.
"That's it, fuck you're tight but d-don't worry, take it easy your first time," he smirks as his cock jolts, picturing taking you for himself, busting his load all over his hand with a weak little whimper. "What you do to me... fuck..."
knock knock knock.
Shit.
Satoru rushes as he sees you peek your head up, smiling through the window as he awkwardly shoves his cock back in his slacks, wiping his hand with a pair of panties he took from your laundry. He hastily straightens and opens the door, smiling down at you.
"Professor Gojo, um could you help me with this? I'm sorry I just am tired lately and missed this part of the lecture," you murmur, eyeing his chin then, a little drop of white on it. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all, for my favorite student," you blush and walk in, he closes the door behind him, walking over to the desk, your eyes stuck on his chin. "Got something on my face?"
"Yes actually, do you mind?" He pauses and you swipe that white liquid off curiously, looking at it and blinking as Satoru about loses his shit.
Fuck, cum got on his face!?
"I - hah - was just eating some mochi you know, sweet tooth," he teases, taking your hand but not before you lap his cum off your thumb, lips wrapping - his cock violently twitches as you look at him and smile a bit, your eyes lidded as you suck.
God you're ruining him.
"Oh it's sweet," you murmur, leaning over just a bit, your pretty tits begging for his mouth as your sweater falls open. "You should let me have some, Professor."
PĘrofessor Satoru has no issue sharing his dessert with his favorite student <3
